Caught Wet Handed…
By: Pandora Knight
Tags: Sexy, Short Story, Erotica

This story was inspired by a naughty fantasy of my amazingly beautiful friend Asrai. A fantasy of being caught… and the repercussions… I hope I have done it justice. ❤

I was awoken by the incessant wailing of your alarm clock. I groaned and pulled the quilt over my head, not that it seemed to dull the sound, but it was just the done thing. You kissed the back of my neck and squeezed my backside, then the bed jostled as you rolled over to turn off the beeping before climbing out of bed. I crawled to your side, inhaling your scent and absorbing some of the heat I had lost. My body still ached from last night, the pull of my muscles making me smile as I recalled you coming home from work saying how little you had done compared to normal because you were training someone. You paced back and forth across the kitchen saying you had so much energy and you didn’t know what to do with it. I had hopped onto the kitchen table, throwing my loose vest I had been wearing at you to catch your attention. ‘Do me…’ I said to you as I began to tweak my nipples. I smiled. ‘Do me…’ I whispered again….What did I sound like?! It had worked though… You had fucked me right there on there on the table. Hard and fast, releasing some of that pent up energy as first you took me facing you, playing with my clit to make me cum around your cock. Then spinning me around, pressing me hard into the table as you fucked me from behind. The thoughts had me squirming in our bed. I could feel my skin flushing with desire again. I wanted to pull the covers off and call out to you... but then you would be late for work… I sighed deeply, wishing you had the time to come back to bed with me.

Just because you couldn’t satisfy me, didn’t mean I couldn’t satisfy myself. I moved one hand under my t-shirt to squeeze a nipple, the other I slipped into my shorts, shivering as my finger tips grazed along my hip bone, through my trimmed hair to my slit. I stroked the line briefly before moving my fingers between my lips. My arousal hadn’t spread yet so I went lower to rub and tap at my entrance causing liquid to quickly come to my fingertips so I could now tease my clit easily. I could hear you moving around the flat. The sound of running water had stopped leaving only the quiet echo of your humming and the odd rattle and clank of items as you prepped the coffee machine for your flask. Not long after you walked through the open bedroom door naked. Only us two lived here so wandering around in not a lot was common place, hence the sex on the kitchen table last night. I looked at your naked form, appreciating the hard curves of muscle you got from physical labour. The tan lines from the summer beginning to fade. The black spiraling spikes and curves of your tattoos that covered your strong arms. I squeezed my clit, a quiet content hum escaping my lips. You glanced in my direction as you pushed the drawer you had been in closed ‘Like what you see?’ You smiled before sitting down on the edge of the bed to get dressed. ‘Always…. I’m hoping you are doing more teaching today...’ Your deep laugh echoed around the room as you stood to finish pulling your jeans over your black boxers and buttoned them. ‘I’m supposed to be yeah…I was going to try and blag my way out of it… but maybe I won’t…’ I rolled onto my front, throwing the arm that I had had under my shirt behind my head to watch you pull your t-shirt on. I still played with my clit, small gentle rotations with my fingers so you wouldn’t notice my hand moving. I felt so naughty, touching myself in front of you without you even knowing. You grabbed your stuff from the top of the drawers, wallet, keys, phone, all disappearing into your pockets before you lent over me, one hand beside my head. ‘Have a good day beautiful ’ You smiled before kissing me quickly. ‘Mmmmmm you still smell like sex’ You pressed your lips to mine two more times before heading out. As the door shut with a gentle clunk I flung the quilt off me and reached for my bedside table. I yanked the drawer open and reached into the back for the little silk bag I knew was there. I pulled at the drawstring and reached inside to pull out my ‘Purple Boy’ as I had dubbed him. I had bought it during a dry spell to mix up my alone time. I had only used him once or twice before I had met you so he had been consigned to the back of the drawer. I pulled my sleep shorts off and threw them to the side before grabbing the end and rubbing him back and forth between my labia. When his slight ‘veins’ and the cut looking head were nice and wet I slipped him inside, groaning loudly as the further I pushed him in, the wider he stretched me. I left him there, content for a moment to just feel… full… But that quickly became not enough. I brought both hands to my pussy, sliding my purple boy in and out slowly with one, teasing my clit with the other. Raising my feet off the bed I speed up my thrusting and rubbing, my orgasm building in my lower belly. I lay my head back, my eyes slipping shut as it curled tighter and tighter.

‘Well, well, well…’

I gasped in shock and looked down my prone and near naked body to see… You, standing leaning against the door frame. Your arms were folded across your chest, stretching the material of your t-shirt around your large biceps. ‘What are you doing back?!?!’

‘I forgot something, came back to get it. I opened the front door quietly incase you had gone back to sleep and I hear this moan so I came to check on you and what do I find….’ You clicked your tongue three times.

I went to put my legs down. ‘Nah ah! Leave them there, I’m enjoying the view. You waited until I left so you could fuck yourself?’

I knew it was a question from your tone…. The slightly higher pitch of your voice at the end, along with one raised eyebrow. ‘I… I was thinking about last night. I really wanted to call you back to bed but I didn’t want you too be late…’ I bit and licked at my bottom lip nervously, feeling self conscious. I had no reason to be, you had seen me like this and many other ways before, but I felt so exposed in the position and I could feel my legs beginning to ache a little.

You stepped closer to stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at my wet pussy with purple boy filling me up. ‘So while I was getting dressed you were playing with yourself?’

I didn’t realize I could get more flushed. I nodded shamefully. ‘Yes..’

‘And when I kissed you goodbye…. Where was your other hand?’

I bit my lip and sighed. ‘…On my clit…’

You put one knee up onto the bed, making me moan as the movement made the long dildo jostle inside me a little, your other knee joined it shortly afterwards. You looked down at me for what seemed like forever, your eyes trailing from my face, to my stomach where my vest had ridden up then down to my cunt dripping around Purple Boy as he stretched me. You reached forward. ‘What?....This clit here?’ and your thumb lightly caressed my sensitive skin making me throw my head back and groan loudly. The bed moved almost violently and before I even registered what you had done, your hot wet tongue was lapping at my pussy. ‘Oh Fuck!!’ My hands slid into your hair to try and keep you on my clit but you were too strong, moving your mouth lower, higher, all around, teasing with kisses, licks and nips, but never quite where I needed it.

‘You prefer this to me?’ You said against my wet flesh as you slowly began to slide Purple Boy in and out.

‘Fuck no!’ I managed to gasp out.

‘Why?’

I looked down at you, your head leaning against my thigh, a smug smirk gracing your wet lips. ‘What?! What do you mean why?!’

Your smirk turned into a grin and you started to pump the dildo quicker. ‘I wanna know why you prefer me to it, It’s not a hard question is it?’

The faster rhythm made my words catch in my throat for a moment.

‘Seriously?! You want me to stroke your ego now?!’

You bit the thick flesh of my thigh, I cried out. ‘It’s only fair… Seeing as you were caught red handed… Or should that be Caught Wet Handed’

I groaned loudly in frustration. ‘Fine!’ I blew out a breath to clear the hair from my eyes. ‘You are better cause you fuck me harder and faster than I could ever do with that…’

You smiled as you continued to fuck me with Purple Boy. ‘And?’

‘and….your heat…’

You looked a little surprised. ‘Heat?’

‘…I love that as you fuck me… I can feel your cock getting hotter and hotter in side me… the hotter it is, the closer I know you are to cumming…’

I looked away from you for a second. ‘It’s silly I know….trivial…. Every cock gets hot, but I’ve just never felt it so much as with you’ I looked back at you. ‘So yeah… I love your hot cock’

I smiled up at you, and you were smiling back, a soft, loving smile that turned into a wicked grin. ‘Here I thought you loved it when I shoved ice cubes in your pussy’

I barked out a laugh. ‘Oh I do, I fucking love it, especially followed by your hot cock’

‘Okay… that’s enough ego stroking…how about some clit stroking’ It wasn’t question that you needed an answer to as you dove back down and stroked my clit with your tongue. Long sweeps, short laps, then you caught it between your teeth to nibble and suck hard, all the while pumping Purple Boy inside me.

My orgasm caught me by surprise. One moment it was just building, edging closer and closer with each lick of your wicked tongue then suddenly it exploded outwards, travelling along all my nerves. My back arched off the bed and I cried out, my words of ‘Oh fuck!’ strung out as you continued to work my clit as I clenched around Purple Boy.

I collapsed back down, trying to get my breathing under control and stretching my limbs outward. I looked to see your smug face, glistening wet with my juices. ‘Wow babe… ‘ I managed to chuckle out as I looked up at the ceiling.

The bed moved and I heard the distinct sound of a zip being undone. You were now kneeling on the bed, jeans open, stroking your already rock hard cock. ‘My turn’ And that was all the warning I had before you grabbed Purple Boy, yanking him out fast of my still quivering pussy, there was a heavy thunk as you tossed him aside, seized my hips with both hands and buried yourself in his place. The sudden change had me gasping for breath as you began to undulate hard.

‘I have a confession’

You managed to say between thrusts. ‘I woke up so fucking horny this morning, must have been dreaming about last night too’ One of your hands moved to scratch and tweak at my nipple. ‘I really wanted to roll over this morning for another round but as I was about to the alarm went off’ You bent over me, your hands landing each side of my head, nearly folding me in half and driving your cock even deeper. ‘I thought of you… in the shower this morning, practically begging me to take you on the table last night’ You bit and sucked one of my nipples, drawing a moan from my throat. ‘Thinking of your tight little pussy… remembering how you played with your tits’ You said as you lent back.

I brought my hands to paw at my breasts. ‘Like this?’

A groan emanated from your throat. ‘Mmmmm yeah like that’

‘My dick got so fucking hard thinking of it all I just had to rub one out right there in the shower’

‘You tell me off for touching myself when you had a fucking wank in the shower?! Bastard!’ I reached for one of the pillows from above my head and threw it half heartedly at you. To your credit you took it right in the face before it landed on my stomach. ‘Thanks I needed that’ You said as you pulled out, yanked my hips up to shove the pillow underneath me and then thrust back home. The change of angle made you feel deeper than before. ‘Sorry love, but this is gonna have to be quick’ And you began to fuck me again, harder and faster. We bounced on the bed with the power of your thrusts, and the headboard banged against wall. I’ll probably have to deal with the neighbours later but right now, I didn’t give a fuck!

I could feel another orgasm creeping and curling around my cunt, the rough denim of your jeans adding a glorious friction every time they brushed my thighs. I reached down to where we were joined, made a V with my fingers and pressed your cock between them as you plunged in and out of me.

‘Touch yourself, I wanna feel you cum around my dick’

I did as you asked, moving my fingers up and around my clit, even the lightest of touches causing a shiver to run through my body, making my pussy clench around your length. Smaller and smaller I made the circle, pulling my body tighter and tighter with each sweep of my finger. I leant my head back and closed my eyes, heightening every other sense.

The repetitive rhythm of the headboard striking the wall.

The firm grip of your fingers on my waist.

Our ragged breathing filling the air.



The jolt that ran through my body as I finally closed the circle and rubbed my slippery fingertips hard and fast against my clit. I held the air in my lungs for a split second, releasing it with a moan as my body came undone for a second time that morning. My pussy clenched, desperately squeezing your cock as I continued to touch my clit. Your thrusts quickly became erratic as my own orgasm ripped yours to the surface. I felt one, two, three more hard bumps on my hips before you held yourself inside me, grinding your hip bone against my hand, pressing it harder into my clit, and a loud, almost feral groan emanating from your throat echoed around the room. I felt hot cum begin to fill me up and I shivered once more as my hungry pussy, and myself, finally got what it had been craving.

The room fell silent, compared to a moment ago, just the sound of our breathing remained. ‘Do you have to go to work? We could just stay here and fuck all day?’

‘I wish!’ You chuckled as you pulled out of me. ‘Fuck! The front of my jeans are soaked! Did you squirt on me?!’ I looked down my body to see a very clear wet patch around your zipper and just below it. I looked up at your slightly shocked face. ‘Ooops!’ I said as I tried to hide a smile. ‘Sorry…’

You climbed off the bed, dropping your jeans and grabbing another pair from the clean washing pile. ‘You’re not sorry’

‘No….I’m not really. You should keep them on, then when the lads at work ask you can say you fucked me so good this morning I squirted all over your dick’

‘They won’t ask…’ You climbed back on the bed and over me. ‘They will just say I pissed myself’ You kissed me, pressing your lips hard against mine. ‘You can change the sheets as you’re off today and...’ You pinched my nipple making me gasp. ‘Make sure we have ice for later’ One more kiss and you got off me.

Suddenly my lower body was twisted side way and your hand landed firmly on my bare arse. The smack echoed loudly as the heat and pain exploded across my cheek making my pussy clench one more time. ‘Fuck!’

‘That was for jizzing all over my jeans… Later babe’ You said as your heavy boots thudded across the floor, the door opened and closed and I was left alone once more, but this time with soaked bedding, a sore bottom and a very satisfied quivering cunt.