101 EROTICA STORIES (46 page)

Her shakes abated, and she settled deep into the office chair, panting and out of breath. Below her, right into her cunt, Mr. Russell was busy licking off the white juices that were leaking out from her. He licked with purpose and careful precision, like he knew what he was doing and actually liked it. He licked her pussy almost clean.

Vicky felt a surge of pride swell within her. She couldn’t believe someone as attractive as Mr. Russell would have the hots for her, but apparently, he did. He wanted her, that pretty much was clear. Well, Vicky wanted him too. She didn’t want to cause any trouble to their lovely family, but she wanted Mr. Russell to answer every time her flesh called out for him. The next time, though, she wanted it to be his cock to penetrate deep into her. His tongue was nice, but she suspected his cock would be better. Much, much better.

When he was done licking her clean, Mr. Russell stood up. Vicky was still too spent to get up from the office chair, so she lay where she was. He looked down at her as he fixed himself.

“Well, Vicky?” he finally asked. His face didn’t express a hint of emotion, but his eyes said otherwise. They sparkled and smiled, and Vicky knew she wasn’t in any trouble.

“I want more, Mr. Russell,” Vicky said simply.

And just like that, Mr. Russell obliged.

“Hi, Mr. Bowen,” Clara chirped as her best friend Heidi’s father, Joseph Bowen, strolled into the kitchen. Having gone swimming a few minutes after the girls had decided to take a little break, he was wearing nothing save for his favorite dark-blue swimming trunks from Speedo. His blond hair was laid flat by the water, and his skin, deeply tanned, glistened from the droplets that clung to the surface. It took all of Clara’s willpower not to lunge across the room and wrap her arms around the hard, solid body of the man who was almost like a second father to her.

Patience, Clara, she reminded herself. Things were going to fall right into place in a few minutes. She told herself not to get carried away.

“Clara,” Mr. Bowen greeted back warmly. He went to the fruit basket on the counter and took an apple. “Where’s Heidi?” He tossed the apple into the air, caught it, and bit into it enthusiastically.

Clara would’ve given anything to be the apple Mr. Bowen was holding on and biting into. “Oh, she went upstairs,” she replied. “She said she had to check something out.” She shrugged. “Could be Troy, calling from wherever he is right now.” Troy was Heidi’s boyfriend who was on a month-long vacation abroad.

Mr. Bowen nodded, chewing on the apple. He swallowed. “I think you’re right,” he said. “Those two are so into each other. Sometimes I get a little jealous of Troy.” He bit into his apple again.

“You do?” Clara asked, pretending to be amazed. She knew about Mr. Bowen’s occasional fits of subtle jealousy from Heidi. “They’re just so in love, Mr. Bowen.” She shrugged again. “They’re both happy with each other. I think we should be happy they’re happy.”

Mr. Bowen set the half-eaten apple down. “That’s very sensible of you, Clara.” With the apple discarded, he turned his attention fully to her.

Clara felt the man’s sudden shift in attention. Acting quickly, she decided to put her plan into action. She raised her arms and pretended to adjust the string that held her halter bikini top at the back of her neck. While doing so, she thrust her chest out, making her breasts appear larger than they really were. Heidi had a bigger chest size, but Clara’s tits were rounder and perkier. As Clara went on fiddling with the bikini string, she felt Mr. Bowen’s eyes crawl all over her exposed upper body.

“Thanks, Mr. Bowen,” she said sweetly, her arms still raised over her head. She lowered her head as if to better reach the bikini string and felt more than saw Mr. Bowen’s tongue run across his lips. She had to bite into her own lower lip to keep from laughing out loud. The man was giving in to her charms, all right. She only hoped Heidi went on with her daily conversation with Troy, or else everything was going to be ruined.

Act fast, Clara told herself.

A shadow fell in front of her. She looked up and saw Mr. Bowen standing right in front of her. They were only inches apart from each other. Her eyes flickered down, and she saw the growing bulge between his legs, concealed well with the thick fabric of his Speedos.

“Mr. Bowen,” Clara said thickly.

The sound of her voice seemed to strike a chord into him, because he suddenly blinked. Without a word, he went around her so he was now standing behind her. She felt his hands mix with his on her nape, reaching for the string.

“Here, let me help you,” Mr. Bowen said. His voice was filled with something Clara liked to believe was lust. Of course it was lust. Only a blind person couldn’t see the rivers of lust swimming behind his eyes as he looked at her and her almost-naked body.

Clara lowered her hands, placing them on her lap. “Thanks,” she said. She was excited now. Things were really starting to roll.

She felt the strings become loose, and she knew he had undone them. Quickly, before he could say or do anything, she twisted around in her seat. The rapid motion caused her bikini top to slide out of Mr. Bowen’s hands and into the floor. She pressed herself against his solid body and moaned as her breasts, now free from the confines of her bikini top, brushed against his rock-hard chest. Her hands went to his back, where they ran all over the smooth skin and toned flesh. Her fantasy was finally coming true. Everything was becoming real now.

Clara’s hands went sliding down from Mr. Bowen’s back to his buttocks. She squeezed the firm flesh beneath the swimming trunks and gave a little sigh. She stood up then, naked from the waist up, pressing herself even closer to him. Through the thin cloth of her bikini, she felt the enormous bulge on the front of his Speedos. She wondered how it would be like to have that bulge pound deep into her.

Then she thought, Why wonder when I can experience it for real?

“Clara, what are you doing?” Mr. Bowen asked.

She looked up at him and saw the look of torment in his hazel eyes. The poor man wanted and did not want her at the same time. How awful that must make him feel! She wanted to make him feel better, make him feel good about what was going on.

“Mr. Bowen, I want you,” Clara said boldly. There, it was out. She felt his large hands crawl all over her buttocks as she said the words. He squeezed one butt cheek tentatively, but it was more than enough for Clara. She felt she could come right there and then.

“But—” he began, but she cut him off with a finger on his lips.

“Don’t say a word,” she told him. “We don’t have much time.”

With the same kind of speed she had demonstrated earlier, she turned, now facing the counter. She placed her hands on the countertop, spread her legs apart, and thrust out her ass behind her. She looked back at Mr. Bowen.

“You know what to do,” she said.

Without a word, Mr. Bowen positioned himself in front of Clara’s buttocks. In two swift motions, he removed the remaining piece of clothing she had. Now she was completely naked.

Mr. Bowen’s hands found Clara’s hips. He hesitated a moment, opening his mouth slightly as if to ask her something. When he saw the look in Clara’s eyes, he shut his mouth and nodded.

“Relax, Mr. Bowen,” Clara whispered. “I’m all yours. I’m your fuck toy.”

He let go of her hips to strip himself off his trunks. Clara’s eyes widened as they came upon the enormous piece of flesh that was Mr. Bowen’s cock. It looked as big as it felt, all right. She was elated, and a little nervous.

Then she saw his cock no more and instead felt it slamming into her, in the space between her legs. She was aroused, but not much, and the friction of his dick against the not-so-wet walls of her pussy caused a noticeable kind of comfort. She bit into her arm to stop from screaming as he rammed into her a second time. She felt she was going to be ripped apart from the pain, but the pain also turned her on. She wanted more of it. Hell, she wanted more of him.

Mr. Bowen went on thrusting in and out of her. Clara moved her hips in time with his thrusts. The timing turned the initial pain she felt into sheer pleasure. Now she was biting into her arm to keep from crying out loud from the intense delicious wave of ecstasy she was feeling. She heard Heidi laugh from somewhere above them, and she knew they would have to act fast before Heidi came back down and wrecked the mood.

“Clara, you are so tight,” Mr. Bowen moaned softly as his dick slid in and out of the snug flesh. Clara shut her eyes and bit harder into her arm. Her body had begun to shake; the pleasure was building up and about to burst. She looked back at Mr. Bowen.

“I’m going to come now,” she told him through gritted teeth.

“So come,” Mr. Bowen answered.

A few seconds later, both Clara and Mr. Bowen came. Clara’s teeth were now digging into her arm. Then she felt teeth sink into the small of her back. She gave a small cry. It appeared Mr. Bowen had also done some biting of his own.

When Heidi bounded down the stairs, Clara was sitting on the table, reading a magazine. Mr. Bowen was poking through the fridge, still in his Speedos.

“Hey, guys!” Heidi said. She went over and sat beside Clara, who looked up from the magazine and smiled.

“Sorry I took so long,” Heidi apologized. “Troy just got so many stories to tell, we almost lost track of time.”

Mr. Bowen stood up from the fridge. Shutting the door, he smiled at his daughter. “No problem, sweetheart,” he said affectionately. “Clara and I were having some fun on our own.”

Clara smiled.

“Cool,” Heidi replied, beaming. “Anyone up for a swim?”

“Don’t you think he’s a little old for you?” Carmine asked Julia.

“Well, he’s not THAT old. He’s older than most guys I’ve dated but he does not necessarily qualify as old.”

“Whatever, Julia. But isn’t it weird? I mean he has a kid. You’d be like the step mom. C’mon, you’re not even twenty yet.”

Julia eyed her friend. “I really don’t know why you are stressing so much. I just said he’s cute. Besides, it’s been only two days since I first saw him. It’s not as if I am dating him.”

***

For Julia, her babysitting gig was just a mere past time. She actually does not need the money for her parents are filthy rich. But then, she is feeling kind of bored lately and is lacking her usual drive. When she learned that one of her neighbours was looking for a babysitter for his daughter, she immediately fell for the post. She has never been so excited about something for months. At least now, she’d be able to do something different.

Julia is somewhat spoiled but is someone who loves being around kids. She looks so much younger for her age. She just turned 18 but her face still is very innocent, made more so by the fact that she’s not very much fond of make up. With a sleek straight blonde hair and green eyes, she looks like a devilish angel. She’s petite but beautifully proportioned, with a cinched waist, curvy hips, and beautiful round breasts.

Mr. Adams is a newly divorced father of Julia’s subject, Missy. His daughter is a smart kid who loves Barbie dolls and homemade brownies. The former Mrs. Adams is a cranky woman whom Julia met only once. However, she disliked her instantly. Thank goodness she does not have to see her everyday.

It was a Saturday morning when she first met Mr. Adams. She liked her instantly. He was the laid back kind of guy (when he’s at home). When he goes to the office is a different thing. Power emanates from his every pore. She saw him fully dressed for work a couple of times. Really impressive. Mr. Adams has a girlfriend named Sarah. She’s only a couple of years older than Julia but also has a kid of her own. She’s olive skinned, Latina, and very, very tall with long legs that seem to go on forever. Julia envied her for so many reasons. First, her complexion seems golden most of the time. Second, her loose curls are natural. Third, she looks sophisticated no matter what she wears. She’s always wearing these pencil skirts and silk blouses that show off her figure to perfection. Julia on the other hand loves sneakers and denim shorts. At least she looks a lot better in them. Whatever, she just does not like Sarah very much. She makes her feel really uncomfortable. Another thing she didn’t like about her---her giggles. She’s the giggly type and the sound just practically grates on her nerves.

One night, while Missy and Julia are playing at the living room, the couple arrived. They had dinner together. The Julia cannot help but notice that Sarah was simply too provocative. She was sitting so close to Mr. Adams----too close for comfort, in fact. What a slut!

When Julia came down from to get some drinks, they were still in the living room and cavorting on the couch. She started feeling really weird. They were kissing and all gooey and it was driving her nuts. If only Sarah would leave now. Well, she didn’t. She spent the night at the house and made noisy love to Mr. Adams all night. “Well maybe that’s all in my mind.” She thought.

That night, she went home feeling depressed. The first days have been really good. Missy likes her, she likes Missy, and Mr. Adams has really been very good to her. His wife rarely shows up----ex wife. But then, Sarah is fucking her head. She really cannot stand her. She’s too enthusiastic and very nice and very slutty too. She wished her boss would just find another. Even her ex-wife will do. She slept that night thinking about Sarah and how to make her leave. Her mind went blank.

***

“Missy, Dad will be coming home a little bit late today.” Julia told the kid one night.

“Will you be staying here with me until he comes home?” She asked expectantly.

“Of course, Missy. I will.”

It rained so hard that night, the heaviest rain in months. Julia stayed inside Missy’s room, half expecting Sarah to show up any minute and annoy her again. Fortunately for her, there were no signs of her---yet. It was around 9 pm when she heard a car. It was Mr. Adams. There was no Sarah.

Julia went downstairs to get a can of soda when the front door opened. “Julia.”

“Are you alright, Mr. Adams?” He looked withdrawn, his hair wet from the downpour. “I’m fine.”

“Would you like some coffee? I was about to go to the kitchen anyway.”

“Thanks. I think I’ll pass.”

He went to his room without another word. Julia proceeded to get her soda and went back to Missy’s room.

***

An hour that night, Mr. Adams and Julia bumped into each other on the hallway. He was wearing a white shirt and his office pants and was carrying a beer bottle. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head and motioned for her to come closer. Without hesitation, Julia walked towards him. He ran his knuckles on the smooth skin of her face. “You’re beautiful.”

Julia was suddenly out of her wits. Her mouth went dry and she remained motionless as he caressed her cheeks. In an instant, Julia’s arms went to touch his chest. He felt his muscles tighten and deep down, she had this strong urge to touch him even more. He pulled her close to him, so close that she can smell him, so close that he can feel his warmth seeping through her clothes. “Do you have a lover, Julia?”

His voice was making it hard for her to focus. She shook her head and looked up at him. His hand lightly touched the delicate skin of her neck, tentatively touching her like a piece of art. All she can think about is that his lips were so close to hers...

He led her hand and took her inside the nearest room. Julia’s heart skipped a beat. She has no clue why her boss brought her here. At that moment, she didn’t care. Mr. Adams went on the small of her back and rubbed her gently. “Mr. Adams I...” she began.

“Ssssshhh. I did not bring you here to talk Julia. I brought you here because I need someone. Could we just be quiet for a moment?”

Julia expelled some air and nodded. She let her mind wander, thinking of the exotic and sensual heroines she read about in all her paperbacks. She forced her mind to stop thinking and allowed her body to just be in the moment. If only he would kiss her right now, to get it over with.

He scooped her up and carried her on the bed. He switched on the bedside lamp and reached for her. His lips found hers and they kissed. She tastes really sweet, like an exotic fruit. His lips were warm and teasing, nibbling hers gently. Julia’s mind was spinning. Her boss is on the bed with her. She couldn’t believe it. She was wearing denim cut offs and a cashmere sweater. She suddenly felt warm and tingly.

Julia looked at his face. His eyes were somewhat weary, a contrast to his strong looking jaw. He is every bit as handsome as the day she met him, only this time his eyes showed a bit of pain. If he’s taking her because he is lonely, so be it. Sex is still sex.

Mr. Adams one hand moved up her legs. The way he was kissing her was enough to make her go crazy, the combination of his touch and his kiss is driving her wild. Slowly, he parted her lips with his very determined tongue. She obliged and opened her mouth slightly for him. He invaded his mouth like known territory, his tongue exploring her wet inside. Every inch of her flesh was filled with sexual tension she has never experienced before. Mr. Adams was a damnably good kisser. He didn’t pounce greedily like most men. Instead, he started the pace really slowly and allowed Julia to adjust and composed herself. It was almost an art when you think about it. He pulled at her tongue and sucked it really gently. It was all too much to bear. It was intoxicating.

He removed her shoes and tossed them across the room. She can actually feel his urgency but he is trying very hard to take his sweet time. His hand rubbed the back of her knees, and it made her shiver. His mouth kissed her entire face, licking her jaw as his other hand massaged her nape. His tongue found her ear lobes and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She knew all those words were meaningless but it feels so good just hearing them being said.

She felt her sweater being raised and soon, her tummy felt the warmth of his hand. She felt as though she was melting.  He continued kissing her as he played with her upper body. The feel of his hand is extremely delicious. He touched her bra and she felt the heat seep through the fabric. “Undress me, Mr. Adams.”

With that, he removed her sweater and looked at her wearing only a pink bra and denim shorts. She looked every inch enticing, her complexion glowing in the low light of the bedside lamp. Mr. Adams face lighted up as he took in the sight of her breasts aching to be freed. Her breasts were like juicy plump fruits that were nestled in her bra. He touched them, feeling their amazing softness against his palm. He grew harder.

He dipped his nose on the hidden valley of her breasts and she shivered, pushing his head to her flesh. Julia’s breasts were full and round and irresistible. A little movement and they jiggle. This excited him even more. Holding her back, he dipped his tongue on tits, making her arch her back to be closer to him. Unable to take it anymore, Julia decided that she cannot be a passive participant in this act. With that, she sat up and kissed him with all the pent up passion he was able to make her feel. She took in everything---her smell, the sounds he makes, and the feel of his hands on her body. The combination was like a drug that kept her on fire.

With one hand, he was able to undo her bra, at long last revealing her breasts in their naked glory. He held them in his hands and they felt like water balloons---heavy and full. He throbbed as his lips reached one of her nipples. He sucked one really gently, making the young woman in her bed squirm and moan with ecstasy.

He tried to push her breasts together and suck both nipples in one go. His attempt was a failure. He sucked her nipples again and again, his tongue making light ticklish contact with her rose buds. She gripped his hair like crazy and moaned “Mr. Adams.”---over and over. Her moaning excited him even more than what was safe and soon, he was removing her denim shorts and crawling to kiss her legs and thighs. Her skin was so smooth and it drove her crazy when he kissed her very lightly on the legs, all the way up to her panties.

Julia’s body is lush and curvaceous, just like a woman should be. She’s like a fertile ground. His lips nibbled the delicate skin of her thighs. Her foot massaged his back as his mouth licked the thin skin very near her---you know. She cannot focus on anything else now. The bed is creaking because of their shared weight, but somehow, that made things even more exciting. She felt his hand groping her pussy and she almost immediately felt so wet. He slid off the tiny piece of her remaining clothing and slid a finger inside her silky flesh. Julia moaned softly as he used his finger to release her juices. She felt like coming now. He moved his long finger expertly inside her, rubbing all her sensitive spots.

Mr. Adams felt so excited about touching his babysitter’s naked body. Her sex noises are driving him over the edge. His erection felt strained now and he badly wanted to explode. She feels like warm honey, his pussy looking so inviting. He wanted to taste her with his tongue, although he’s not sure Julia would like that. The women in his life hated being tasted down there. He only wished this woman is different. He warmed her up with his hand, loving the way she looks while naked on the small bed. Her toes are intense on the mattress and her eyes half closed. She spread her legs even wider for his deliberate touching and soon, she was begging for more. “I want to put my face in between your legs and taste you...” Her eyes flew open and she practically begged for him to do so. She already imagined how it would feel like. No one dared taste her before. What a wicked, wicked, animal. His tongue went to taste her without warning and the world stopped for Julia. He was licking her like she was  cream custard, his tongue flat and applying a bit of sweet pressure on her clit.  His tongue was insistent and velvety and fat too. The flicking noises he was making while kissing her clit was amazing. Julia is moaning incredibly now, her breaths coming in short heaps. “Oh, Mr. Adams. That’s pretty wicked.”