101 EROTICA STORIES (170 page)

“Please what?” he asks coyly.

“Please fuck me,” I answer with a whimper. I’m about to orgasm, I can feel it in my bones, but with Mr. Pike holding back this way, it’s not going to happen anytime soon.

“Are you a naughty girl?” Mr. Pike asks. His dick grazes against my cunt again. I raise my hips as if to somehow catch and trap his cock inside me. He moves away, though, putting his cock out of reach.

“Mr. Pike!” I’m almost sobbing now. “Yes, yes, I’m a naughty girl! I’m one hell of a naughty girl, and I want you to fuck me so bad!” There. I’ve said it.

Mr. Pike suddenly rams himself into me. I gasp—not from pain, but from sheer pleasure. I am already dripping wet, and since Mr. Pike isn’t exactly dry himself, I hardly felt any pain from the impact. I raise my hips and move them in a figure-eight fashion. Mr. Pike gasps. He grabs my hips and slams himself deeper inside me. My pussy has become quite tight. I’ve never had much sex in the first place, hence Mr. Pike arouses me so much.

“So tight,” Mr. Pike says, matching each word with a well-timed thrust. I don’t say anything. I let the huge waves of desire, pleasure, and lust take hold of me. My butt is off the couch; that’s how high my hips have become. Mr. Pike continues with this thrusting motion. He looks at me and my body while doing so. The gyrating and thrusting have made my breasts bounce wildly. Mr. Pike eyes them, but he doesn’t let go of my hips. I place my hands on my tits and rub them furiously, to the delight of Mr. Pike who picks up his speed. I wrap my legs around him while he slides in and out of me.

Then I feel it. My body thrashes about and writhes faster on the couch. My eyes roll up, and I have to close them. The waves of pleasure grow larger and larger inside me. I feel the entire length of Mr. Pike’s dick inside me now. My vagina eagerly wraps itself around the rod. Hungry pussy. Mr. Pike’s grip on my hips becomes fiercer. I think he’s about to come too.

The rhythm becomes faster, stronger, and more urgent. It’s time, I know it. I squeeze Mr. Pike in between my legs, wanting to keep in as much of him as my body can allow. Mr. Pike responds by shifting his body forward so as to keep as much of him inside me as well. We move more furiously in this position, his cock inside my young pussy creating loads of erotic juices that we’ll both be shooting up any minute.

I can’t take it anymore. I throw my head back and scream. “Mr. Pike, I’m coming!” I shout. I close my eyes and surrender to the giant waves of pleasure. In a second, it consumes me. I shake uncontrollably as my cunt becomes thoroughly soaked and drips off my bodily juices of passion.

Mr. Pike comes a few seconds later. He shudders and arches his back, getting all stiff. I feel something shoot up inside me. It is followed by another squirt then another. Mr. Pike cries out loud and collapses on top of me, his dick still buried deep inside my sopping-wet pussy.

I stroke Mr. Pike’s hair. His breathing is rough and shallow against my ear. His weight is immense but not crushing. I give his firm behind a brisk slap, and he jerks in surprise. I laugh and spank him briskly again.

“You’re being punished,” I tell him seriously.

Mr. Pike grins in delight.

Jared and I have been married for almost a year. It was a blissful marriage, except for the fact that we are not ready to have kids yet. By mutual agreement, we would just enjoy simple marital bliss for a while, just us---sans babies and stuffs related. We have visited plenty of places in the last few months. We went to Bahamas last summer, to Capri for a few weeks for our honeymoon, and to India and Morocco to find all the rare spices and incense that I am absolutely crazy about. He’s a great guy, the techie one. Between the two of us, I am the Jurassic one. I can live without my mobile. I think computers are necessary devils, though I can shut them down when I need some quality meal time. My husband is the opposite. He has gadgets everywhere---on his pockets, in the car, the bedroom. Well, what do you say? I am a magnet for computer geeks. Hot computer geeks. It’s always the techie guys that run after me, with most of them saying that I am the next most challenging thing next to UNIX---whatever that is.

I am pampered—very much so. Starting from the house he bought for me here in Cali, right to the honey drench theme of its interiors (my pick), to the places he takes  me to, to the presents he give me---yeah you can say that I am actually spoiled rotten. There’s this part of me that whispers that “Damn, you married for money!” But the way I treat myself well for him and make sure that I have all the qualities of the ideal whore-wife more than compensates for all those material things he gives me. Overall, we live a very good life together as we complement each other. Besides, we actually have a lot of fun times together, in and out of the bedroom.

If there’s only one complaint (though I never actually voiced this out) is that I yearn for more time with him. I wish I’d be able to see him most of the day, but his line of work makes that a bit of a challenge. He arrives very late---usually around midnight. It seems as though lately, we lack those quality non-sex hours that we used to have. I love him, I really do. It just irks me that when it comes to time, I have to compete with his job----the one that earns him millions. Tough. Not that I am just plain bored though---not at all. I do have a very high boredom threshold, growing up as an only child. I can entertain myself and always find some new things to do. NO. My ranting about his time actually boils down from the fact that I do miss him. I mean, it definitely sucks living in a 7 bedroom house with a man you rarely even bump on the rest of the day. I miss being wooed. I miss being chased. All my life---before I even hit puberty, I am the type of girl even boys go gaga for. My husband was just another one of my victims. I remember one of my guy friends calling me the SILENT KILLER. Whenever there’s a new guy in class or with my circle of friends, rest assured that he’d be forewarned of my dangerous potential of making a man go insane. Men fall over my feet in numbers---broken hearts like victims of a game, like a song says. My husband is fully aware of that. Fully aware of the fact that whenever I am around, men breathings halt and all eyes are discreetly on me. Not that I am physically perfect. I am petite in a Kylie Minogue way, although I am definitely curvier and rounder on key areas. I think men just find it irresistible to find a woman with an ego that is larger than life but hides it beneath soft skirts and lacy sheer tops. It’s like a man’s mind trapped in a female form.

So yeah, I am used to getting all those attention. As I get dressed and slipped on some vintage mint tunic and a pair of nude pumps, I think about that. I’ll meet Jared at the new Greek resto a bit later. She wished it was a date. It was not. They would be having dinner with his boss and his young model wife. Bummer. She brushed some shimmer bronzer on her bare legs and put some of turquoise earrings to ward off the paleness of her face. She perused herself in the mirror and once satisfied, she misted the air above her with Fracas, so that the fragrance would not be too overwhelming. She took her gold purse and walked out of the room, leaving a trail of grapey-creamy tuberose. Incredibly sexy.

The place was really good. Soft lighted, airy, high ceilinged, with rococo decor, it offered authentic Greek dishes that she loved. She was seated next to Jared. Looking at her boss and his wife, she almost burst out laughing because it’s a classic case of what-you-imagined-is-the-total-opposite-of-it-all kind of thing. His boss was not a balding man who could qualify as a dirty old man and his wife does not look like a tramp with Barbie pink lipstick and neon nail polish. His boss was only a few years older than Jared---maybe in his mid 30’s or something. He has a very refined yet ultra masculine aura around him. She can’t decide whether she likes him or not. About his wife, well, she’ll definitely give Anne Hathaway a run for her money. Full-lipped, maple-haired, and very, very tall.  Except, her body is more toned than she’d actually envy in a woman. She ought to feel insecure given her height but a whiff of her perfume---unmistakably Pink Sugar, tells her she’s not the type to be insecure about. It might be a bit too much judging people by means of their scent. Almost always though, her assessments are correct.

They spend a couple of hours feasting on wine and great food. In fairness to them both, they are very nice people. Lucia, the wife got more and more stunning for her eyes as the minutes ticked by. Her earlier biases aside, her deep set eyes are really breathtaking to look at. And no, it’s not just the mascara. Conversation was not strained (Thank God!), though it’s our first time to go out together. When it was time to say goodbye, we all exchanged a light peck on the cheek, except for the two gentlemen. Franc, Jared’s boss pressed me against him in a very weird way. It wasn’t offensive or anything. It’s just that, I felt ticklish all over when he kissed my cheek. I could have sworn that I blushed, what with the heat that I felt. But then, I shrugged it off----I never blush.

That dinner had been 8 months ago and since then, we have been really close friends---the four of us. Lucia and I would often go shopping and have coffee together.  Her husband would call whenever he happens to be in the area. It was weird because Franc is Jared’s boss. However, when we are all together, that fact seems to be completely forgotten. In many ways, I have also grown very close to Franc’s daughter---Shantal. Franc and Lucia took her with them during one of those weekly tennis games we have. She was extremely beautiful, only 16, but with a drop dead figure and comely angelic face. From time to time, she would visit and bring me something she baked herself. Sweet huh?

***

I remember an incident that happened a few weeks ago. Jared and I are supposed to see a film together. It was supposed to be a real date, after an agonizingly long time. It was raining hard and I arrived at the venue about 30 minutes earlier. Since it Jared wasn’t there yet, I went to the nearby cafe to have some tea. It was then that my phone rang. It was Jared. He said that he won’t be able to make it since he had to troubleshoot a leak at the plant in Georgia. I was debating whether to push through with the film or just go home. The tickets are with me, and since it’s still pouring down outside, I was not very much at the mood to go home yet. Just when I was enjoying my cup of piping hot hibiscus and orange peel tea, someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked behind me and I smiled as I saw Franc standing very tall. He sat down beside me and said apologetically, “I am sorry Jared couldn’t make it tonight. I sort of detained him or else the whole system will crash. Okay, that was a stretch---it’s really important, Trix.”

I looked at him, my expression feigning anger. “I can’t hate you now. Can I? You’re insensitive, so insensitive that you don’t care about your people’s marital life. Arrrrgh!” Then I smiled at him. “Since you’re here and I dressed up for this, you can’t leave me now. You will take me to the film, feed me, and take me home. And buy me a present.” He let out a chuckle. “I see you’re all dressed up. I thought Jared made a mistake and told me the wrong place. You look smashing.”

“Well, thank you kind sir. I notice you still hadn’t agreed with my conditions.” I pouted.

“Woman! How does Jared stand being with you all day?”, he teased. “Film, food, take home, and give a present.” He looked at her closely. “What present? What do I give someone who seems to have everything?” He smiled again.

“Just a present----not actually for me, but for Jared since you ruined what supposed to be is a romantic night. There’s a lingerie shop at the top floor and...”

He stopped her in mid sentence. “A lingerie shop you say?”

“Yeah. It’s the least you can do for me Franc. Just help me pick one.”

“Fine. Let’s go see the film.” He helped her out and led her outside.

“Where’s Lucia? You should have asked her to come meet me. I’d rather be with her than be with you. Except------don’t fire Jared.” I looked at him and walked faster.

“Lucia is with my daughter. R&R, whatever that means.”

“Come on. It’s about to start!” I exclaimed. We rushed through the thick crowd at the portal and made way to our seats. Franc grunted. “Truth be told, this is even worse than the lingerie shop. I’ll doze off in no time.”

“Why did you even come here then?” I hissed. “Now you owe me six pairs of lingerie.”

“Brother.”

“Shhhhhh.”

You  leaned closer so that no one will overhear. “If you want to seduce Jared, why don’t you just take off that thing later?”

I whispered back. “Have you no sense of romance? Hey, what do you know IT Don?”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“You’re not that lucky. I’ll leave you here. So watch.”

To be perfectly honest, I hated being with this guy. Yeah, he’s sarcastic and unbearable, totally self involved, and also very charming. It’s okay when it’s the four of us, with our own partners. But now that it’s just us, I am really out of my wits. He’s tall, all lean (I’ve seen his body one time at the beach), and with a dazzling smile than can turn a woman like me into an impish teenager. Jared has totally lost his mind for making him come here. In fairness to him, he didn’t sleep. In fact, I was wondering why he was biting my feigned hostility with his own feigned hostility. I mean, I know he’s a nice man but that night, he’s trying so hard to pretend to be a pig. I am not sure if it is working. We went to a pizza place afterwards since I am craving for some and I am not in the mood for some fine dining food at that time. At the pizza place we had a really great time talking about random things, plus of course, there’s the cold beer. What’s pizza without the cold beer, right?

Then, we went to the very chic French lingerie store. Different kinds of intimate apparel are there. I opened the door and looked behind me. Franc put his hands on his pockets. “Charge everything to me. Just don’t buy the entire boutique.”

I put both hands on my waist. “Are you kidding? You will help me choose. Come inside.” I took his hand and awkwardly pulled him inside. “Pretend you’re my gay friend.” I hissed for the nth time. He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and shook his head. To my surprise, he swept the entire store with his natural brawl and raised his hand dramatically. “Let’s go in gal pal!” I would have fainted then if he wasn’t gripping my arm so tightly. I rack and the store display, lightly nodding here and there to point out what I wanted. I did not fit any of the teddies or the see through panties and bras, but I did fit a sheer mini mesh dress and I called out to him from inside. “Franc, would you look here for a sec.”

Silence. “Franc?”

“Hmmm what?” He asked.

“What are you doing there? Come inside. Tell me if I should get it.”

“Then get it. Anyway, I’d be paying.”

“Damn it, just come inside gay pal!”

He stepped inside the fitting room, his back facing me.

“What do you say? Should I get it?”

He turned then and I don’t know if it’s just me but he didn’t breathe for like 5 seconds. “What? Does it look good or should I get another one?”

He cleared his throat. “Mmm, it’s okay.” He replied nonchalantly. Too nonchalantly?

I nodded and changed back into my clothes. I lost my mood since he looks too in a hurry to take me back home. It took me a while, but I have totally forgotten that he was still there. Whatever. There were a few minutes of awkward debate when I pulled out my card from my purse. I was just actually kidding about making him pay for so much for well---so little clothing. The lady at the counter must have recognized him coz I never heard him speak a word but the payment has already been made, charged to him.