Doctor James Moore is an author of crime fiction, known for his best selling Inspector Roussard series of novels. To the world, he is an enigmatic man who values thorough research and preparation about media and press.
To you, though, he’s just Jim. He’s your cranky old partner, the guy who drags you halfway across the world so that every minute detail of his books can be as accurate as possible. You don’t really mind, though. The food is always good, he pays for everything, and he fucks your brains out in whatever fancy hotel he’s picked out for you this week.
I’ve got like, half an idea for something where like …
A Donald Sutherland type of man works as a butler for a very rich household. He’s very serious and stoic, strongly believing in tradition and frowning on what he considers to be superfluous innovation.
But then after hours, when the doors are closed and all the guests have gone, he gets up to all sorts of debauchery with the women of the house.
The lady of the house leads him around on a leash. He goes to bed with at least two maids a night.
An older boss character has a younger employee who’s married, and he’s kind of a third in the relationship. Kind of a wife-sharing situation, kind of a sugar daddy situation.
my writing might be self indulgent, masturbatory trash, but at least I don’t use AI.
anyway, here’s a fic of James Spader getting his cock sucked and one of John Larroquette getting his body worshipped.
I’ll be the first to admit that my not sfw writing isn’t that great, but I’ll be honest. These short stories are just spank material for me. I’m writing them with one hand. No revising, no editing. I just post them because I think some other people might enjoy the scenarios.
[Heyo, here’s that JL smut I promised. This is a somewhat vanilla version of the story, with some of the spicier elements redacted. If you’d like to read the full, kinky and nastay edition, it’s right here.]
“When writing a mystery, it’s imperative that your research and preparation be as thorough as the investigation in your work.”
The covers of his books proudly state that the author’s name is James Moore, but you know him as Jim. You’ve been a near constant companion for him over the past few years, first beginning as his assistant and then somehow ending up as his romantic partner. Sometimes it’s still hard for you to believe.
You feel that familiar sense of disbelief as you stare wide eyed at the hotel that Jim has booked for the two of you. From the outside, the building is just like any other place fit for demolishing. Cracks trail up the decades old Stucco, flaking off and exposing the brick underneath. The walkway is likewise split and fractured with weeds and vines spilling out from underneath, and you doubt the wooden floors could still hold much weight. No one would consider this place remarkable in any positive way, if not for the name attached.
‘The Belgrave’, the grimy sign reads. Named for the architect who’d designed it, the place is infamous for a series of high profile misfortunes that have taken place within its rooms.
Jim anticipates your hesitation. You feel his big, sturdy hands clasp your shoulders. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”
“No, it’s just-“ You begin to respond, but the older man cuts you off.
“What? You’re scared?” He teases, leaning down so that his lips are just inches from your neck. You know exactly what he’s doing, but you still let him do it. “Don’t worry,” The author croons into your ear. “Daddy will keep you safe.”
Your face goes red. Your heartbeat quickens and you can’t help but lean back against him. You hate that Jim knows exactly what buttons to push, and you hate that you love it. No one has ever made you unwind like he does.
“Dammit, Jim.” You respond after a moment. “Keep it in your pants until we’re in the room.”
You wish you could say that it surprises you when he does exactly as you told him, but it does not. While the rest of the world may think that James Moore is a refined gentleman with an eye for mystique and intrigue, you know that Jim is just like any other man; when his cock becomes part of the equation, all rational thought leaves his head.
The door closes behind him and three sounds follow. You don’t need to turn around to know what they are. First, the thumping of Jim’s bags hitting the floor. Then, the clicking of the lock. Finally, the unbuckling of his belt. Jim had, just as you’d said, kept it in his pants until the two of you were in your room.
“You’re a pervert.” You say with a subtle smirk on your face, though you don’t bother to turn around until your own bags are placed neatly off to the side of the bed.
“You love it.” Jim says, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his trousers.
You have to admit that you do. There’s just something so endearing in the way that he paws at you, always hungry and eager like someone a quarter his age. You’d call him a dirty old man, but he’d like it. You would, too. You know from the way you cross the room and settle into his arms, the way you lean against him until his back is against the door, and the way you tug him down by his tie so that you can kiss him.
His hands settle upon your hips, and yours rest on his shoulders. He kisses you softly and while you enjoy it, you can’t help but want more. Your lips part as an invitation, and Jim eagerly accepts. His tongue slips into your mouth, lathing over your own and reaching as far back as he can. You feel his hand reach around to squeeze your ass and you can’t help but moan. From the way he immediately squeezes it again, he likes it.
When Jim finally pulls away to breathe, he doesn’t take the time to think of a funny quip or a sarcastic remark. Instead, he just looks into your eyes and smiles. The look only lasts for a moment, replaced by another hungry kiss, but you return it before your mouths are together again.
Jim loves to kiss you like this. He’d do it constantly if he could, and he’ll get as messy with it as you’ll let him. Something primal in his brain tells him to keep going, to fill your mouth with his tongue, but he wants to kiss you everywhere he can. He begins to kiss the side of your lips, but he still lets the messy part of his brain control him. You feel his tongue swipe against your skin. It makes you moan when he reaches your neck, his lips and tongue and scruffy beard making you feel alight with sensation. You want to let him keep going, but you know this will be over too soon if he has his way.
Your hand curls into his white hair and you tug, fighting with your own body to catch Jack’s attention. After a moment, it seems he notices.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, licking your cheek ever so softly. “Don’t you want me to keep going?”
“I do,” You respond. “But I want to spoil you, too.”
Jim chuckles softly against your skin. You feel his belly shake against your body. It makes you want him even more. “You don’t have to do that. You spoil me already.”
“I want to, though.” As you speak, you angle your head so that you can kiss his cheek. His beard tickles your lips again. Your tongue, too, when you lick him like he’d been licking you. Jim submits.
As you kiss down his neck, your hand begins to rub and squeeze his cock through his briefs. It makes him moan and grind against your hand. You want to free it from its fabric confines, but not just yet. You need to make him wait. While spoiling him is at the forefront of your mind, you don’t want to let him cum too quickly and ruin the fun.
When you get to Jim’s collar, you pause to undo his tie. The fabric gets tossed over his shoulder, and you begin to work on the buttons of his shirt.
Something primal overtakes you, too. You only managed to undo one of them before you take the edges of his shirt into either hand and swiftly yank them apart. Buttons go flying and Jim’s chest is left exposed while his dumbfounded face stares down at you.
“Jesus,” He says, chuckling again. His throat pulses against your mouth and you lick him again. “I thought I was the pervert.”
“You are.” You respond, growling ever so slightly. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” His cock throbs as you squeeze it.
“Of course I am. Daddy is yours to use.”
You don’t respond. Instead, you begin to trail more kisses and licks down his chest.
Your tongue flicks over his nipple and he lets out a soft moan. It’s rare for Jim to make noises like that. He’ll usually grunt and growl and make a show of it, but it isn’t often that you hear him being subtle. You want more, so you lick him again. Then you begin to suckle.
His nipple pearls in your mouth and you bring your hand up to pinch and roll the other one. As you bathe his chest in attention, Jim’s big, warm hands fall to your shoulders again. One of them cups the back of your head and begins to softly stroke your hair.
“That feels good.” Jim softly purrs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You tighten your fingers around his nipple in response. He groans and grinds his hips against you. “You like daddy’s tits, don’t you?”
“I do.” You say, kissing across his age softened chest. “Daddy likes when I worship them, doesn’t he?” Jim groans as you latch onto the other one. You take that as a yes.
Your eyes fall shut and you realize that you could do this for hours, nursing on your beloved author’s chest while he just holds you and pets you. You wonder what else you could do to worship him. While suckling his nipples all night sounds wonderful, know that there is so much more you could be doing.
Your hands rise to take the loose fabric of his shirt and you tug downwards, completely freeing his torso. You love the sight of his pale skin. You drag your nails down his chest and sides. You love those pink stripes even more. But what to do, what to do?
Jim is such a large man. Standing at 6’4” and with girth to match his height, there is so much of him to lick and kiss and worship. You decide to turn your brain off, and let that messy part of yourself decide for you.
Your lips trail down Jim’s torso, his hand still on the back of your head. Your tongue traces down one side of his belly, over its round curve and down past where he can see. Jim thinks you’re going to take his cock into your mouth and finally give him some relief, but to his surprise, you begin to rise again. Your tongue trails the other side of his stomach, and up to his nipple again.
You pull away from him, but take his hand and guide him to the bed. You shove him down and make him sit in front of you.
“Are you alright?” Jim asks, still a bit taken back by how you’ve been treating him.
“Of course. I said I want to spoil you.” You reply, setting down between his thighs. His trousers had been left by the door, leaving the old man sitting in just his briefs. His cock was fully erect, straining at the fabric and leaving a small, dime sized spot of wetness at the tip.
“Yes, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
You laugh at him and squeeze his cock through his underwear. You’re just the slightest bit rough, but you know that’s how Jim likes it. “And what makes you think I don’t want to do what I’m doing? You’re a pervert, but so am I, and good daddies deserve to be spoiled.”
You lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock through his underwear before pulling them down. Free from its tent, Jim’s erection springs upward and bobs ever so slightly in the air. It’s an impressive cock, especially for an old man. You’re not sure how long or thick it is, exactly, but it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen in person by a good deal. His shaft curves upwards gently, the purple head covered by foreskin. Jim’s balls are pretty darn impressive, too. They hang low with age, and they’re deliciously plump and covered in the same silver-white hair beneath his belly.
The sight of it all makes your mouth water, and you waste little time appreciating it. Your head dips down to Jim’s balls and you begin to worship them. You trail upwards, down the underside of his shaft and when you get to his head, your tongue immediately slips beneath his foreskin.
Jim has been grunting and groaning the entire time, but that feeling sends another primal wave through him and he bucks his hips. His thrusting isn’t so hard or deep that it gags you, but it rather encourages you. You take more of his cock into your mouth, going until your eyes begin to water and his white pubic hair tickles your nose. Then you’re back down to lavish his heavy balls for a while long
You feel Jim’s hand on the back of your head, but he doesn’t attempt to take any control. He just lets you do what you want, while he enjoys it. He can’t help but speak to you, though.
You close your eyes and do as you’re told, worshipping every inch of the old man’s sagging balls with your tongue. At some point, Jim lays back so that he can relax even more. For a while, you once again consider doing this for the rest of the night. But then, again, you wonder, what else can you do for such a wonderful man?
You’re the one who has to put his mind spinning pleasure to an end, your own arousal refusing to be neglected for any long. You stand up and force his thighs downward, and before he can say or ask anything, you’re straddling him.
“Daddy, I need you.” You say reaching for his hands and putting them on your hips. I need you to fuck me.”
The look of bewilderment on Jim’s face quickly shifts into a smirk. While he must admit that the loss of your tongue against his asshole was tragic, the thought of his engorged cock plunging into you does make up for it.
He spits into his hand and reaches down to slick himself up.
“Alright, but take it slow. You know Daddy has a big cock, and he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so horny, even if it’s true. But you listen and nod your head, angling your hips so that Jim’s member presses against your entrance and miserably slowly, you sink down on it. You’ve never felt so full, and it’s almost enough to bring tears to your eyes.
“That’s it, that’s my sweetie.” Jim’s words come in a sigh of relief, your heat engulfing his aching cock and providing a moment of relief and pleasure.
He’s still for a moment as he waits for you to adjust to his size, but then an idea strikes him. You did love Daddy’s chest, didn’t you? His hands leave you hips from a moment to take yours and place them on his tits. He doesn’t say anything, but the smirk that he gives you is more than enough. You pinch his nipples delicately, but your grip grows firmer as Jim’s hands fall back to your hips.
Once he’s satisfied that you’re not in any discomfort, he begins to roll his hips. His cock slides in and out of you, barely more than an inch, but it’s enough for now. Enough for you to fully relax and accommodate his size. When you’re ready, you begin to bounce on the author’s cock.
You’ve always been good at riding, and Jim has always been happy to lay back and let you do most of the work. This time, though, his hands have a certain firmness to them. You can feel him pulling you back down onto his cock, his tugging growing rougher as his desperation grows. He’s been hard for so long, his cock aches for release, and his body tells him he needs it.
To his surprise, though, you cum before he does. Your hands pinch his nipples painfully hard and with a noise somewhere between a shout and a squeak, you cum from just Jim’s cock alone. He’d brag about it. You know damn well he would. But that bit of pain was wonderful. It felt fantastic, shooting straight to his cock and driving him towards the edge.
“I’m gonna cum.” He says, panting beneath you. “You ready for it? You ready for Daddy’s cum? You want it in you, don’t you?”
You can’t respond, you’re still in the throes of your own orgasm, but he doesn’t need you to. With a grunt, Jim pulls you down onto his cock as far as he possibly can before unloading inside you.
The old man’s virility shines through once again. Each throb of his manhood sends a gushing fountain of semen directly into you, so much so that it begins to spill out with a second thrust. He keeps thrusting, keeps cumming until he has nothing left to give. Then, his body relaxes and he can do nothing else but pant.
You sit on top of him for a few more moments, softly stroking his chest as he comes down from the high of orgasm. His cock begins to soften inside of you and slowly, Jim’s breathing returns to normal.
Carefully, you lift your hips and shift positions so that you can rest next to him. He curls his arms around your shoulders and brings you to his chest.
“You are, without a doubt, the best assistant I’ve ever had.” Jim says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head
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