101 EROTICA STORIES (102 page)

She read about 4 glossies---too soon, it was dinner. Mr. Whales ordered enough pizzas and chicken to knock-out 6 hungry boxers. Jill ate about two slices and drowned herself on sodas. At past 9 pm, she took Malik to his room and watched him till he fell asleep. Mrs. Whales is due to arrive any moment so she fixed her bag and waited. She went downstairs to get something to drink. She made some hot milk tea and went back to the living room to watch reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It was her favourite series and she does not mind watching it over and over. Pierre saw her a few minutes later and sat on the other end of the couch. He was drinking some brandy and was looking at her. “About what I said in the car, I’m sorry.”, he said casually---as if he just stepped on her foot by accident. It annoyed her. She nodded without looking. “Will you look at me?”, he pressed. “I am trying to apologize.”

She looked at him then and said, “We’re cool, Mr. Whales. Forget all about it. I just did.” Jill crossed her arms protectively over her breasts. “I am keeping my promise, and since I came here a few hours ago I haven’t bothered you. I don’t have any intention of breaking that.”, she smiled then. “Just think that I was possessed. It was nothing personal.” She laughed just in time for Chandler’s joke and focused on the T.V like he did not exist. This annoyed him tremendously. He gulped his brandy and grabbed her. She was so startled with what he did that her eyes seemed to double in size. He kissed her then----a forceful, unfeeling kiss that felt like would bruise her lips. She tried to break free but he wouldn’t stop, he held her jaw tight and ran his tongue on her full swollen lips. She gasped. “What are you doing?”, she asked. He kept the motions of his tongue on her lips and ignored what she said. He sucked her lips, willing them to part. When they did, it was worth it. Jill tasted so young and so sweet against his brandy burned lips and he nibbled at her. Pierre plunged his tongue with caution, careful not to cause her to stop him again. At that second, the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Whales.

That night, Pierre was unable to sleep. It was not because Gladys almost took in the scene at the living room. It was because, he felt so high-wired. He was not able to get enough of Jill--like she was very near but totally out of reach. Thinking about her is driving him crazy and as his thoughts were filled with her, he felt his sudden erection and almost cursed out loud. Gladys heard his sharp intake of breath and turned towards him. She knew him so much that she recognized his sound of arousal. Automatically, her hand flew to his dick. “Oh, you’re awake, Love.” She giggled loudly and began to fondle him. He closed his eyes and thought about being fondled by Jill, her delicate hands moving up and down his engorged flesh. It felt so good as her hands felt like satin against his sensitive parts. He moaned and it prompted her to go on. Gladys got so turned on with Pierre’s reaction that she went wilder. She slid his cock inside her mouth, imagining herself to be a paid whore servicing this guy----forgetting for a moment that he is her husband. She deep throated him and sucked his dick sensually, like never before. Her imagination went wilder and wilder as his groans became louder and louder. She shifted positions and rubbed her breasts against his member, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness. She didn’t know what got her so heated up, all she remembered was that she rubbed pure Black Musk Oil against her body, totally forgetting about the apothecary’s warning that it can fire up a woman unlike no other. She straddled him, tempting him with her wetness, rubbing her juices against his thighs.

Pierre pictured riding him while his cock slid slowly inside her. It felt so good. She’s wet and tight and young and she rode him fast. Her breasts bounce with her every move, her hair all over her face. She ground her hips all over him, rubbing his cock against the walls of her flesh. She gripped his shoulders for support as she used the power of her legs to torture him, her pelvic muscles gripping against his dick as she rode him. She moaned against his ear and urged him to go faster, which he did. “Don’t stop...Don’t stop... I’m coming!!!!” With that, he released his seed in one swift explosion and imagined coming all over Jill’s face. Gladys sagged on top of him with a smile on her face, thinking it was the best sex ever.

***

Gladys woke up early to prepare an elaborate brunch for Pierre and Malik. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and thinking about last night made her feel so energized. It’s a bummer that she had to leave for Chicago for a ribbon cutting ceremony of one of her business partners, especially now that Pierre had turned into this passionate tiger. The table is filled with bagels, fresh fruit salad, pancakes, frankfurters, eggs, avocado salad and breakfast steak. Although she owns a number of restaurants, she’s not much into gourmet. The entire family loves brunch food though so she makes it a point to make an elaborate brunch whenever she can. The doorbell rang. She smiled. It must be Jill.

She opened the door and let her in. “Thank God you could come! I am sorry for the short notice and I am sorry if I got in the way of your great weekend.” Jill shook her head. “It’s no big deal, Gladys. I am not that busy.” Mrs. Whales took her hand and led her in the kitchen. “Come join us for brunch. I cooked lots.”

Jill sat beside Malik and took a bagel, some sausages, and fruits. The food was delicious and surprisingly enough, she no longer felt self conscious even though Mr. Whales was there. To be perfectly honest, there was no tension on her part whatsoever. Thinking about how Gladys almost caught them made her shiver. After brunch, Gladys asked Jill to join her for a few minutes at the master’s bedroom. “I’ve something to show you.”, she said with a wink. She followed her and almost gasped as she walked inside the bedroom. There were like dozens and dozens of paper bags from all sorts of designer shops. There were beautifully wrapped boxes of different sizes and it took every inch of her not to giggle in awe. “These arrived yesterday. Since you’ve been very good to Malik and to us, I decided to shop for you. I guessed at most of the sizes---but when it comes to clothes and shoes, Darling, I am never wrong. Come check these out!”

Jill opened the packages one after the other. There were dresses, designer tops, some great fitting skinny jeans, about 6 pairs of shoes, NARS make up, and skincare products from Decleor. “Wow. I don’t know what to say, Mrs. Whales...”

She smiled at her. “Did you like them?”, she asked expectantly.

“I’d be bonkers not to.” Jill laughed.

There’s some more. She took a package on top of her dresser and handed it to her. It read Chopard. Jill opened it and saw three boxes of perfume from the brand----Chopard Wish. She opened a box and a gorgeous blue bottle winked at her. It looked almost like a blue diamond jewel. “Spray some on.” Gladys said.

That she did, and in seconds the room was filled with a rich blend of chocolate, caramel, strawberries, and incense. It was intoxicating. “This smells absolutely delish.”

“Here’s another.” Gladys handed her a small box from Chopard as well. “Open it.”

She did so and inside was a pair of the most beautiful heart stud earrings she had ever seen. Dozens of mini diamonds sparkled, catching her eyes. “It’s amazing.” She said almost breathlessly. “Wear it all the time. Heart jewellery attracts love. It works every time.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Whales. I am so overwhelmed. This is a lot of stuff.”

Gladys fingered her heart shaped blue diamond solitaire ring. “You’re very welcome, Jill. I hope you liked everything. If there’s something wrong with the sizes, just tell me. I’ll have them replaced.”

That afternoon, Gladys left for the ribbon cutting ceremony. Jill heard her talking to Pierre. “I’ll come back tomorrow lunch, babe. You won’t even miss me.” Then there was a long lingering kiss. Jill looked down and pretended to be absorbed by some chip on her nails. “Bye, Malik. I’ll call you later, son.” She waved them goodbye and nodded to Jill. “Bye Jill.”

***

Malik spend the rest of his afternoon playing lego and watching TV. He was a typical quiet kid and easy to get along with. And boring too, Jill thought. Why the hell he can’t be one of those kids with a rotten temper? She thought bitterly.

She sagged against the recliner and listened to some songs to stay awake. She had not realized that she dozed off. A look at the nearby window told her it’s nearing 7 pm. “Jill, let’s have dinner. Come on.” They walked towards the dining area and Pierre was already there, bringing dishes on the table. “I didn’t know you cook, Mr. Whales.” She said as she sat. He laughed then. “Past my prime, Jill.”

They ate in amicable silence. The meal was superb---baked chicken and potatoes, some spicy gravy, coleslaw, and a generous serving of piping hot pumpkin soup. It was finished off with homemade Strawberry Ice cream. Jill helped Pierre with the dishes and brought Malik to his room. The poor kid fell asleep in minutes. He covered him with the blanket. She took her bag and went downstairs. She better leave now.

“Mr. Whales?” she called out. There was no answer. She knocked on the master’s bedroom door to say she was leaving.

“Come in.” He called out. With that, Jill opened the door and entered the room.

“Mr. Whales, I was just leaving. Malik is asleep already. He must have been very tired. Goodbye.”

“Close the door, Jill.”

“Mr. Whales, it’s late. I really should be going now.” She said quietly.

“I said close the door!” He practically shouted at her and so she did as she was told. She closed the door quietly and faced him.

“Take off your clothes.” He was behind a huge mahogany table and was looking at her intently.

“What? Mr. Whales, I better get going...”

“You won’t be able to get out of here Jill. Now take off your clothes.”

“I don’t want to.” She answered stubbornly.

He shook her head. “If you don’t take off your clothes, I’m going to rip them all off.”

She took a deep breath and unbuttoned her floral blouse, looking at him as she did so. This is what she wanted all along. She smiled inwardly.

“I can’t...I can’t do this Mr. Whales...” She pleaded with her eyes.

“Do it. Or I’ll tear everything off.” With that she continued removing her blouse. She tossed it on the floor. Next, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall at her feet.

“Come here, Jill.” She walked towards him wearing only a set of lilac underwear. She felt utterly exposed but inside, she’s really excited. She stopped a feet away from him and met his gaze. He stood then kissed her. Jill’s heart skipped a beat. He looked so handsome yet frightening. She kept her mouth close, knowing this would infuriate him. “Open your mouth, damn you.” He pressed himself against her and she almost jolted with the hardness of him. She let out a soft sigh and felt a rush of excitement growing inside her. “This is what you do to me, you bitch.” He fondled her tits, liking how they look in her bra. He plunged his fat tongue inside her mouth and teased her with it by making fucking motions deep in her throat. She sagged against him and pleaded. “Mr. Whales, please don’t hurt me.” With that, she placed her palm against his muscular chest and moaned as he kissed her. He unhooked her bra and buried his face in between her breasts. They were full and heavy. As he placed on nipple inside his mouth, Jill tossed her head and moaned deep in her throat. He suckled her nipples as he pinched her buttocks. She pressed her breast against his mouth. This excited him and made him kiss her more gently now but even wetter. He sat her on the table facing him and he spread her legs. Her thin white underwear is almost transparent. “God, you are wet!”