Tales of Lust: Vol. 6

By Frank Noir

Gritty urban settings - or surreal dreams of delirious lust - in Frank Noir's universe of erotic fantasies horny, virile men roam the shadow, looking for gorgeous, feisty women to ravage relentlessly. Every titilating story culminates in breathless explosions of pleasure, driving all participants mad with lust - and taking the reader with them ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Noir
• Release date: Jul 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215350270

Frank Noir

Frank Noir is an author of explicitly pornographic novels and short stories, living and working in Berlin, Germany.His writings have appeared in print and online under various pseudonyms.The stories of Frank Noir are graphically sexual, daring to embrace the darker side of our carnal urges. Hard, yet sensual tales of submission and guilty pleasures.

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Tales of Lust – Vol. 6

Copyright 2023 Frank Noir

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Table of Contents

Fire!

Long Distance

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

A Work of Art

Rubber Duckie

The Day the Bikers Came

The Interview

Snow Bunny

Part One

Part Two

Renovation

More Frank Noir online

Fire!

My name is Jennifer, and I’ve always had a thing for firefighters. They’re usually these tough, muscular guys in cool uniforms - doing a job that’s pure bravery. I bet a lot of girls would endure a small fire – if only they were rushed to safety in the arms of a big, strong firefighter.

Yeah, I always had a thing for them. But ever since that night – the night I’m now going to tell you about - it’s become quite an obsession.

I was only in my early twenties, living in a rented room in a small city on the east coast. My furnishings were little more than a chair, a table, a mattress on the floor, and a kitchenette. But that was okay – I wasn’t at home much anyway. I’m not quite sure how I spent my time in those days. Probably just strolling around the city, hanging out in cafés, chatting with my friends. No boyfriend, in any case – but that didn’t bother me much.

It was a nice, warm early summer evening, and I was sleeping soundly on my mattress, a window ajar. I vaguely remember dreaming – but strangely there were no images in the dream. All I remember is a sound of sirens, starting far away, twisting through the streets of an invisible city, getting closer and closer. But suddenly – I suppose the time was around two at night – I woke up to a hammering on my door. Startled, I sat up in bed. The hammering resumed – four loud thumps.

Y-yes? I replied.

I lit the little night light next to my mattress. My room looked strangely fuzzy – as if there was something wrong with my eyes. I didn’t understand.

Fire department! Open up! a rough male voice said from the corridor.

What? I replied.

And then I realized. My room was full of smoke. The house was on fire. But I couldn’t figure out what to do. So I just sat on my mattress, blinking in confusion.

There was a huge boom, making the entire room shake. I screamed with shock. Then came a second boom, and the door flew open. Outside was a firefighter holding a huge battering ram. He ran towards my mattress, followed by another firefighter. They both wore dark outfits with reflective tape, black gloves and white helmets. The second one had a slightly darker skin tone than the first.

Wh-what’s happening? I asked.

My voice was trembling. I sat straight up, cradling my duvet with both hands. The first firefighter knelt down next to me, gently placing the battering ram on the floor.

There’s a fire, he said in a deep, professional voice. But don’t worry – we’ll get you out of here.

I nodded enthusiastically. My throat felt all choked up, but I didn’t cry. Yet. The firefighter grabbed my duvet.

Can I have that? he asked.

I let go, and he pulled off my duvet, placing it on the floor. Back then I always slept in tiny panties and a T-shirt, and I felt his eyes checking out my breasts. I still have a nice bust – not too small, not too big, even if I say so myself – but at that age it was even prettier. And that night my nipples may have stood out beneath the fabric. Suddenly I felt his gloved hands gripping the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and exposing my pussy to his gaze.

What ...? I asked.

He lifted a finger.

It’s important, he said, that first we check for vital signs.

I felt his rough, gloved finger against my clit – and a shiver ran through me.

Mm! I said.

He rubbed his finger on my clit – it felt pretty coarse. But then he bent over and spat on my cunt – and then again. When he resumed stroking my tiny nub, the glove slid smoothly back and forth, and a sensation of pleasure began to spread between my legs. I sighed.

His partner stood next to him, looking down on us.

There are vital signs, the first one said. Looking good.

I gasped loudly when I suddenly felt something soft and wet against my clit. It was his tongue. He began licking in swift circles around it, at the same time forcing two hard, gloved fingers up into my cunt, fingerfucking me.

Ah! I cried. What are you doing?

The dark firefighter looked down at me and said with a slight accent:

As we said: It’s important to check for vital signs. You’ll be fine.

His partners licked and slurped around my pussy, eagerly thrusting his fingers up into me, making me squirm and moan on the mattress. I looked up at the dark firefighter. And although their outfits were pretty loose, I thought I saw something growing in his pants. I closed my eyes and felt the strong fingers and tongue working my sensitive flesh. And suddenly – far, far too early – I felt it approaching.

No! I shouted. Stop. I ... I’m going to come!

He didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. His hot breath gasped against my pussy as he vigorously licked and fingered me to a powerful orgasm.

Ohhh! I cried. Ohhh!

The dark firefighter nodded in approval.

Yes, he said. That looks right.

The smoke still hung in the room as I looked around. It hadn’t grown thicker and didn’t really have a smell. Or perhaps I was just too aroused to notice. The first firefighter stood up.

And now it’s time to get the tools out, he said.

I heard the sound of a zipper opening. The dark firefighter had unzipped his pants, and out slipped his long, dark cock. My mouth watered, and I had to swallow a couple of times. Yeah, perhaps I was sexually undernourished at the time – but I thought it was the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Length and girth was perfectly balanced, the head round, not too oblong, and a foreskin that was pulling itself back as I watched. It was almost completely erect. I guessed it wouldn’t get much longer than it was now (and there was no reason for that, anyway!), but it still pointed slightly down towards the floor. I wondered whether it was the kind of cock that would poke out horizontally – or point straight up at the ceiling. I wasn’t sure which I liked the best.

The dark firefighter stood in his heavy boots at the foot of the mattress. He was still fully dressed, only his member poking out of his open pants. His gloved hand gripped the shaft as he began to masturbate, his eyes running up and down my body. He seemed to enjoy what he saw – because soon his cock stretched to its full length, pointing stiff and ready at an angle towards the ceiling. I writhed at the thought of what he was about to do to me.

He knelt down between my legs.

But ... I began. Don’t I have to get out of here?

He nodded as he used his right hand to guide his member towards my pussy lips.

Sure, he said. But first we need to know whether you’re strong enough to handle it.

And at that moment I felt the warm, hard head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I spread my legs and relaxed. And inch by inch the bone-hard shaft entered my wet crevice. I closed my eyes and just felt it – how long and stiff it was! As soon as he was all the way in, he pulled out almost completely – then thrust back in again. And again. And again. The dark firefighter fucked me neither fast, nor slow – but firmly – with relentless precision.

Look at me! he said.

Obediently, I opened my eyes. Resting on his arms, his torso hung above me. Underneath the white helmet his dark face was serious, concentrated – and his wide open eyes stared right into mine as if to gauge my reactions.

Mmm, I whimpered.

Yeah, that’s good, a voice said next to us. Harder. She can take it.

It was his partner, issuing commands. The dark firefighter gritted his teeth, increasing his effort. He didn’t speed up – but each thrust of his long, rigid member got just a bit harder, a bit deeper, a bit more insistent.

Ohhh ... I sighed.

The pale firefighter zipped down his jacket, throwing it on the floor. Then he opened his pants and pulled them down. He was very muscular – and through the smoke in the room I saw that his skin was covered with huge tattoos. Viking motifs, runes, rock carvings. I’ve always loved tattooed men. He stood naked in front of me, wearing only his helmet, gloves and boots. Then he knelt down next to my face, his cock hanging semi-erect between his tattooed thighs. He took it in his fist and put it to my lips. And with his dark partner still thrusting away at my cunt, I opened my mouth to receive his member.

He sighed loudly as my lips closed around the shaft. The skin had a faint taste of smoke. Fascinated, I began sucking, and noticed how it quickly swelled further inside my mouth. Soon it was completely erect, and he grabbed my hair with his gloved hand, thrusting in and out of my mouth. The light smoke in my small room was like a haze of lust enclosing us, preventing us from thinking about anything but fucking.

The dark firefighter began to grunt – louder and louder – and I noticed he was increasing his pace. As I looked up at him his face was glistening with perspiration – sweat dripping down onto my body. He had to be close to orgasm.

Is it good? his partner asked, still plunging his cock in and out of my mouth.

The dark firefighter gasped, mouth wide open, unable to answer. And then something happened that I did not expect. The pale one grabbed his partner’s cheeks with his gloved hands – and pressed his lips against his in a passionate kiss. The two butch firefighters French kissed like a loving couple for quite some time – still fucking me,