101 EROTICA STORIES (84 page)

Ara placed her other hand beneath Lauren’s butt so she was grasping a firm buttock with one hand while fondling a firm breast with another. Ara’s mouth was occupied with Lauren’s pussy. Ara discovered her mouth didn’t want to let go of Lauren’s flesh and taste. Well, Ara was only too glad to oblige.

“Ara, I fucking love you!” Lauren screamed before her bodily fluids gushed out from her most private part, drowning Ara’s tongue and mouth with their sudden surge. Ara didn’t let go, though. Instead she thrust her tongue deeper into Lauren’s pussy, devouring every drop of Lauren’s juice as much as she can. Ara felt her nose and cheeks were already very wet, but she ignored them. She would get to them later. Not a drop of Lauren was going to go to waste.

Lauren came again, her body shivering and shuddering on the couch. Ara held on, and Lauren came again. Ara sucked on Lauren’s cunt this time, until Lauren had another shaking fit and came again. This time, she grew limp under Ara’s touch, and Ara knew her girlfriend was spent.

Ara removed her tongue from Lauren’s crack. She sat up straight and gently placed Lauren’s legs back on the couch. Ara got on top of Lauren, her juice-smeared face inches from Lauren’s sweaty one. Grinning, Ara planted another quick but firm kiss on Lauren’s lips. The kiss left a few drops of Lauren’s come on Lauren’s lips. Lauren gladly licked the drops away.

“Some babysitting stint this is,” Lauren said, then giggled.

Ara snuggled on top of her partner. “Yeah, babysitting is fun,” she agreed, and giggled too.

***

The next day, Ara was surprised when she opened the door to the Collinss and found Mr. Collins sitting on the couch where she and Lauren had some steamy session only the day before.

“Mr. Collins!” Ara exclaimed. “Hi. Where’s Sean?”

Mr. Collins looked up from the book he was reading. For a man in his early forties, Mark Collins didn’t look too bad, even Ara had to admit. The guy had the classic all-American look: blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, trim waist, and towering height. Ara didn’t get why Mr. Collins didn’t remarry after his wife’s death several years ago. He could get any girl he desired with a simple nod or wink if he wanted to.

“Hello, Ara,” Mr. Collins said in his trademark calm voice. “Sean’s at my mother’s. He’ll be there the whole weekend.”

“Oh,” Ara said. “Well, I guess you won’t be needing me then?”

Mr. Collins cocked his head. “Not exactly. Sit down for a minute, Ara. I need to talk to you about something.”

Ara was puzzled. What could it be that Mr. Collins wanted to talk to her about? She decided maybe it had to do with Sean’s occasional bursts of hyperactivity, something that they had discussed once.

“Sure, Mr. Collins,” Ara answered, and sat opposite Sean’s father. She had dressed extra special today. Had she known Mr. Collins would be around, she would have worn her usual shirt-and-jeans combo. “What’s up?” She desperately wanted to tug the low-cut neckline of her sweater, but doing so in front of her employer didn’t seem polite.

Mr. Collins looked steadily at Ara. “You know I’m not someone who beats around the bush, don’t you, Ara? I tell things as they are, direct and straight to the point.”

Ara nodded. This sounded serious, and she hoped she wasn’t in trouble. “Yes, Mr. Collins.”

Mr. Collins went on. “I’m very disappointed in you, Ara. I thought I could trust you with Sean.” He paused. “Apparently I was mistaken.”

Ara’s insides turned cold. She knew right there and then that Mr. Collins knew she had brought Lauren over yesterday. Not only did she bring Lauren over, but she fucked Lauren on the very couch her employer was sitting! Ara swallowed and tried not to let her anxiety show. Relax, Ara, she thought. So he suspects something. He doesn’t have proof, though, he can’t know for sure.

“I’m not sure I get you,” Ara said carefully.

Mr. Collins chuckled. “I knew you’d say that.” He turned serious. “Ara, you didn’t tell me you were a . . . lesbian.” His eyes never left Ara even for a second.

Ara stared back, but she was melting inside. He knows! she wailed mentally. Finally, she said, “Does it matter?”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Mr. Collins answered, his voice still infuriatingly soothing. “I don’t judge, Ara. But straight or not, I don’t like having people I don’t know in my house without me knowing it.” His voice turned menacing.

“I still don’t get you, Mr. Collins,” Ara said firmly.

Mr. Collins smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “You had your girlfriend over yesterday,” he told Ara. “Her name’s Lauren, I gather. Lauren. That’s a nice name.”

Ara’s eyes grew wide. Lauren was her Achilles heel, and she forgot all about maintaining composure. “How did you—” she began, but Mr. Collins cut her off with a burst of chilly laughter.

“Cut it out, Ara!” he exclaimed. “You’re not fooling me with your act. I know you and your . . . girlfriend got all nasty on my couch. In my house, and with Sean asleep upstairs.” His eyes grew furious. “How could you do such a thing? Sean trusted you. I trusted you.”

“Mr. Collins,” Ara started, but again her employer cut her off.

“I want you out of this house, Ara,” Mr. Collins said calmly. “I want you out of our lives. No more babysitting Sean. No more lies.”

“Mr. Collins, I’m sorry,” Ara said frantically. “Okay, I admit I brought Lauren over, but that was the first time ever and I swear that would be the last!” She gazed at her boss pleadingly. “I promise that won’t happen again, just don’t fire me, I swear I’ll do anything.”

Mr. Collins’s expression didn’t change. “No, Ara, that’s—”

“Anything, Mr. Collins, anything,” Ara interrupted. An idea popped into her head, and before she could blink, she reached down and pulled her sweater off her head. The sweater was dark and Ara was feeling a bit naughty, so she had decided not to wear a bra underneath.

With her breasts bare, she stood in front of Mr. Collins. She stood proud and erect, making sure her breasts looked saucier than ever.

Mr. Collins was silent for a moment before he let out a deep booming laughter. He laughed so hard, he had to steady himself on the table.

“Is that all you can do?” he exclaimed, struggling to keep himself under control. “Dear Ara, I’ve seen enough tits that could last me more than a lifetime.” He grew serious again. “Although there’s something I want you to do, though.”

Ara was wary. She couldn’t believe she had the nerve to strip in front of her boss. But she was desperate. Not only did she need the babysitting money but she also cared for Sean too much. He was like the little brother she never had.

“What do you want?” she asked finally.

“I want you to fuck yourself, Ara,” Mr. Collins said softly. “I love sex, but not as much as I love seeing others do it in action. It’s so erotic.”

“That’s it?” Ara asked. But she felt dirty. She had played with herself countless times in the privacy of her room and even in front of Lauren, but never in front of a much-older man.

“It depends,” Mr. Collins answered. “Now do it.”

Ara took a deep breath. I guess there’s a first time for everything, she thought. Then she undid her jeans and slid them down to her feet.

Mr. Collins leaned back on the couch, gazing at Ara’s body appreciatively. “Nice body,” he said. “I want you to put on a show.”

Ara kicked at her jeans until her feet were free of them. She stood up and walked to where Mr. Collins was, where she stood in front of him. Clad only in her purple silk panties, Ara began to move her hips. She tossed her head back, letting her long blond hair float around her shoulders. She cupped her breasts with both her hands and began to squeeze them gently. The she ran her flat palms over her nipples until her pink nubs stood out alert and awake. She kept on running her palms over them, and she felt something gush out in between her legs. Her panties were getting soaked. She sneaked a look below and saw a small dark spot on her crotch.

Mr. Collins didn’t say anything. He simply leaned back on the couch and gazed up at Ara, waiting for her next erotic move. Ara ran her hands down to her flat, trim stomach. She toyed with her navel for a bit and ran her hands back up to her neck, where she stroked and caressed at the sensitive spots on her neck. She brought her hands back to her breasts and played with her tits some more. She was already incredibly aroused. Ara couldn’t help but moan softly. She was in it now, no doubt about it.

She let go of her breasts, and her hands went down to her panties. Ara bent slightly, as if to scratch an itch on her knee. She wiggled slightly so as to make her tits jiggle, and she knew Mr. Collins liked it because she saw his eyes grow wider at the sight of her jiggling twins.

Men, she thought, half-pleased and half-disgusted.

Ara stood up straight and spread her legs apart. She covered her chest with one hand while she inserted her other hand inside her panties. Her eager fingers found their target, the soaking-wet area between her legs that was her slit. Ara inserted two of her fingers down there. The sudden jolt sent sparks all over her body. Once again she moaned.

Her fingers slid in and out of her crack greedily. The friction created by the rubbing motion made her pussy produce more body juice. Ara was very wet in no time, a fact that was proven by the growing dark spot on the crotch of her panties. Her knees began to shake. She found she couldn’t support herself any longer, so she sank to her knees but without removing her hand in her pussy. On and on she went rubbing and thrusting her fingers in and out of her crack. The thought of masturbating in front of a much-older man now turned her on. The whole thing was so dirty, so erotic. She had to admit she couldn’t be this turned on in front of Lauren. Lauren aroused her a lot, but for Ara, that form of arousal wasn’t dirty. This thing with Mr. Collins, though, certainly qualified as dirty for Ara.

She was very much into it now. Her hips were now bucking, moving back and forth in time with sliding of her fingers inside her pussy. She slid another finger in, raising the count to three. The pleasure began to build up and grow more intense. Ara shut her eyes to further heighten her other senses. She was right. The sensations increased in intensity, and she gave out several soft cries to let some off the building pressure out.