Erotica: 11 Steamy Short Stories Collection

by Tina Long

  Erotica: 11 Steamy Short Stories Collection

  By Tina Long

  Copyright@2017 by Tina Long

  Smashwords Edition

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  This Erotica Collection is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

  Dad’s Pal

  Leila sat in the bar sipping on her cold martini and looking at the crowd in the bar. The place was sparsely populated being a weekday, but she did not mind. She simply needed a night out after the long day she had had. A few men threw her obvious signals which she outwardly ignored. She threw a quick glance at her wrist watch and was more than happy she still had an hour more to waste.

  She flipped through her cell phone in search of company and was not surprised when her best friend picked up the phone after two rings.

  “Hello stranger,” she spoke in a cheeky loud voice and was more than sure she was drunk from the few giggles she sent her way.

  “Hey, what are you up to?”

  “You know the usual business,” she answered. “Why?”

  “I am out today, thought you could join me for a drink or two.”

  “I can’t believe I am missing out on a night out with you. You could join us you know?”

  This last phase was said with a lot of hesitance; her friend was a renowned escort and had tried to seduce her into the game ever since she could remember. She, however, declined, told her good-bye and hung up the phone on her. She went on to sip on her drink and did not see the tall man who approached her at the bar counter. His fingers touched her left shoulder making her lightly jump from the unexpected touch.

  “I thought that was you,” Fred, her father’s best friend of very many years smiled at her before leaning in for a tight hug.

  “Mr. Stewart, what a surprise.”

  “I am the one who should be surprised. Weren’t you just eight years old the other day with piggy tails and pink dresses?” he asked in utter mockery. “You are all grown up now, sipping on martinis on a bar looking like a young woman.”

  Leila smiled back at him sweetly but could not help but notice the covetous look he was giving her. He carefully took in her appearance but she did not mind and went on to invite him on the stool right next to her.

  “What will you have?” she asked as she summoned the bartender.

  “Are you seriously buying me a drink?”

  “Yes, anything wrong with that?”

  “Yes,” he answered in shock. “A lady should never buy a man a drink.”

  “I don’t mind,” he shook his head in disapproval. “Begs the question, who have you been dating?”

  “I don’t date.”

  The bartender was waiting on them to order and that made Fred divert his attention reluctantly from her.

  “I will have a double scotch on the rocks and the lady will have a bloody Mary.”

  “I am good with my martini,” she intervened quickly but surprisingly to her Fred did not want to hear any of it.

  “Let me order for you Leila, allow me to be in control.”

  The plea in his eyes was shocking to her, but she nevertheless let him lead the way after all he was almost the same age as her father. She was beginning to hate the night and inviting him to join her for drinks even before their drinks arrived.

  “I take it you do not like being told what to do?”

  “Comes with the occupation.”

  “Still single I presume?”

  “Yes, and I am not searching.”

  He let out a sarcastic chuckle under his breath before sipping on his drink. He took in the surroundings of the club before waving to a few people who knew him. Leila did not know why she felt a pang of jealousy settle in the pit of her stomach when he did this but didn’t let him notice it.

  “So how have you been Mr. Stewart? I have not seen you in ages.”

  “Please, call me Fred. I have been around, went through a dramatic divorce but here I am.”

  “I am so sorry to hear that.”

  “Don’t be, it was bound to happen from the get go,” he answered with a hint of bitterness in his voice. She felt sympathetic toward him especially when the images of how in love he was with the wife popped up in his head. The bloody Mary tasted better than she had expected but she was not ready to admit to Fred that his choice was right on the money.

  “I heard you graduated from architectural school?” he asked curiously.

  “Yes I did.”

  “Boyfriend?”

  “Not really.”

  He laughed again before taking a sip from his glass and sitting up to have a better view of Leila who was not ready to let anyone in.

  “You are one hard nut to crack but at the same time a very good and easy read.”

  “Are you sure you are not viewing me from the piggy trails perspective?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let’s have it,” Leila said as she sat up in her seat, the drink had made her a bit light headed but she did not mind. “I want to know what you have figured out about me thus far.”

  He smiled at her naughtily before sitting up in his seat and had eye contact with her before proceeding.

  “You were probably deeply affected by your parent’s divorce, went through a few failed relationships and decided to pour yourself into your career.”

  Leila went silent and this time gobbled down her drink before placing the empty glass on the bar counter. She crossed one leg over the other revealing her luscious thighs peeking through her pencil skirt. Just as she was searching for the perfect re-battle for Fred, she caught it again, a perverted smile curved his lips and his eyes spelled out the unspeakable things he would do to her if given the chance.

  “You might be right,” she answered trying to divert his attention from her thighs. She surprisingly did not feel offended or disturbed from his entire demeanor.

  “I know I am right.”

  “You are not always right.”

  “Ask your dad,” he let out with another chuckle before emptying the contents of his glass. “I need to head back home, want a ride?”

  “No, I will drive myself back.”

  “I can’t allow you to do that; you have had too much to drink.”

  “You are not my dad. I don’t have to take any orders from you,” she snapped.

  Fred got to his feet, moved closer to her and spanked her ass in a way that no one else saw. He then leaned closer to her ear and slightly pulled back her hair before whispering in it.

  “Get your sweet ass in the car.”

  Leila would have ordinarily not responded to a man treating her that way but there was something about Fred that fascinated her. His touch on her behind made her excited and the hair pull got her wet. She emptied the contents in her glass almost immediately before getting to her feet as well and walking out of the bar.

  “But what will happen to my car, I can’t just leave it here?”

  “I will take care of that,” he said in an almost commandeering yet assuring voice. He led her to his car and was not surprised it was the same Cadillac he had owned for so many years. She got into the passenger’s side and relaxed in her seat. Fred shut her door and walked over to his side of the car, got in and started driving. The sexual tension between them was building and the few drinks she had taken only made matters worse. She took in her surroundings as they drove oblivious of their surroundings but did not care.

  “I need to be at work by 8:00 a.m.”

  “Not to worry.”

 
“I will have to rush home for other clothes though,” she went on to say.

  “I will take care of that as well.”

  The authoritative tone in his voice made her feel at ease and she shut her eyes and relaxed in her seat as the car kept on moving. He finally parked at the front of a mansion and waited for the security guy to open the gate after hocking twice. The many questions Leila wanted to ask were all numbed when his hand rested on her left thigh. His touch was electric and gave her ideas when he squeezed slightly. He, however, had to withdraw his hand from her though and placed both on the steering wheel as he drove into the mansion. His house was not what she expected. She admired they cliché fountain of naked angels in the middle of his driveway and also loved the creative mind behind the careful design that had gone into the place.

  “You have a lovely house.”

  “Thank you.”

  “How come you still have it?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I expected you to have lost it to your ex in the divorce proceedings.”

  “She went with a lot more; this house is a drop of salty water in the ocean”.

  She chuckled under her breathe and followed him into the mansion. She immediately spotted a picture of him and her father on a fishing trip as they walked passed a hallway and headed to what she assumed was his bedroom. He paused as soon as he got to the door and turned to have a look at her.

  “You need to take off your shoes,” he said in a rather stern voice. He had not switched on the lights in the house but she could still see the hunger in his eyes. He watched as she slipped out of her heels and placed a hand on her lower back. He pulled her closer before placing a kiss on her forehead and tip of her nose. His left hand grabbed her ass roughly and she let out a pleasurable moan from this gesture.

  “I need you to trust me,” he said to her. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good,”

  He took off his shoes as well before picking one of Leila’s heels and sniffing it. She didn’t know what to think about that but before she could ask any questions, he had gotten to his feet and roughly pulled her body closer to her. He placed a hand on her behind before spanking her lightly.

  “I want to fuck you.”

  “I want that too,” she answered. Her pussy was already becoming wet from the rough and queer foreplay and her anticipation of what was coming next grew as well.

  “I want to fuck you my way.”

  “Okay.”

  She uttered these words with no fear and the smile on his face made her curious of the next step. He went on to turn the door knob to his bedroom and stepped aside for her to walk through the door. The room looked and felt cozy, minus a bed, but it had several pillows aligned on the floor around a very soft carpet that tickled her feet as he walked on to sit on one of the cushions.

  “Can I get you anything?” he asked as he walked over to a mini bar at the far end of the room. She somehow had the feeling that her opinion would not matter and simply let him do his thing. He walked back to her with a tray balancing two cocktails on it. She went on to sip from it and immediately loved it before leaning back on the cushions.

  “I trust you will keep our encounter discreet.”

  “I am not a kid anymore, I want this as much as you do,” she answered before placing the drink back on the tray and went on to unbutton her blouse. He watched as she did this and took a sip from his drink. His eyes were filled with a deep longing and he bit his lower lip and enjoyed the show.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  She rushed over to him and waited for his next instruction.

  “Look at me,” he instructed and went on to place a rough kiss on her lips as one of his hand dug through her pale dark hair and pulled her head back. He released her from the kiss but still had a fistful of hair tangled in his hand. Her neck was elongated in this position making it easier for him to nibble on her neck before his right hand traveled down in search of her nipples. He pinched them tentatively and loved the pleasurable moans that escaped her throat. She immensely enjoyed being rough handled and the random spanking and few slaps that landed across her face were greatly welcomed.

  “Get up,” he instructed again.

  She did as asked but felt slightly dizzy from the horny emotions overwhelming her. Nevertheless, she found support on her wobbly feet before running her hands through her hair seductively.

  “Strip,” he ordered next.

  She slipped out of the clothes she had on and stood stark naked in front of him. Leila started making his way toward him, but he warned her not to.

  “Have a seat,” he ordered. “Legs up.”

  A loyal puppy she was when it came to instructions and lifted her legs. Fred had also stripped off his clothes and was also naked with his hand nursing his erection. He then ordered her to place one leg on the arm rest of the chair as he kept playing with himself.

  “That’s one good looking pussy,” he let out with his eyes shut but his voice growing louder by the second. He let out a loud moan when he finally got to his climax and smiled satisfactorily. Leila was a bit disappointed that she had missed out on all the action. Her instincts guided her to his cum-filled hand and she didn’t stop her from licking it off his fingers.

  “That’s a good girl,” he let out before reaching down and spanking her bare ass. He then circled his palm on her neck and forced her to open her mouth wide. He then spit in it before giving her a soft slap across the face. Leila took it all in, being roughened had always been a turn on for her but implementing it was on a whole different level.

  Surprisingly, his dick was already hard and without a second thought shoved it into her spit filled mouth. She took the long cock willingly before letting her mouth glide over the shaft as she played with his balls.

  “Get up,” he instructed before turning her on her heel and sliding into her. He spanked her across the ass a few times before giving her powerful thrusts from behind. The feel of his cock in her was exhilarating and the sparks that came with it made her want him the more. He reached over and tangled her hair in a rough pony tail as he kept fucking her senseless. Leila loved it and her loud moans could attest, she held on to the coffee table in the room for support as the thrusts grew more powerful.

  The tightening of her pussy muscles announced her near orgasm but without warning, Fred pulled out of her and had an evil look in his eye. Leila looked up at him her eyes filled with deep loathing but had a blend of desperation. She wanted his cock so badly he would anything and everything for it.

  “Why did you pull out?’ her voice was stained with both loathing and desperation but that did not bother him.

  “Beg for it,” he answered. “Earn your orgasm.”

  The serious look in his eye told her all she needed to know and this made her slowly get on her knees and wore her puppy dog look.

  “Please,” she let out. Her mind was on the sweet ache oozing between her legs that was robbing her piece. “Please fuck me.”

  He did not budge, but simply stared at her with an excited look in his eyes. He loved the scene and did not hide. Leila, on the other hand, only concentrated on her tormented pussy. She didn’t want him to be long that would only slow down her process to achieving it again. Fred moved closer to her, cupped her face in his palms and went on to place a wet kiss on her lips. The kiss was passionate and made Leila to some point feel loved. After which he made her lie on her back on one of the pillows and slid his cock in her. The feel of his cock was welcomed a second time and he went on to thrust into her. Slowly and softly matching the soft kiss he had initially given her and got her pussy wet. He then dug his hands into her hair and increased his pace in her, moving faster and faster making her moan louder.

  “I am cumming,” she announced when the familiar tingly sensation traveled up her back and settled on her warm pussy. The convulsions came next and she tightened her grip on his arm as she got to her climax.

  “That’s a good girl,�
� he said and spanked her across her ass while giving her time to enjoy her own little piece of heaven.

  “Do you wanna taste your cum?” he asked and pulled out of her. His dick was pretty hard when he shoved it into her mouth and almost choked her with it from the fast strokes he made.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he said with the same sinister smile as before. He made her get on all fours before pulling back her hand and tying them with a tie. He then slid one finger in her before spanking her across the ass and sliding two fingers in her. He then licked her pussy from behind before letting his tongue travel up her asshole as well.

  After which, he slid into her and held on to a fistful of hair as he pumped. He did not show any mercy as he thrust into her and the simple fact that Leila had nowhere to hold on to for support as he moved, made her slightly wobbly on her knees. She nevertheless did her best to maintain her balance.

  Fred, on the other hand, let out loud noises as he kept fucking her and slapped her across her behind a few times as well. Her moans and screams were momentarily muffled by his hand that traveled from her mouth to her neck and back to her ass again. He slid one finger up her ass as he kept moving in her and finally let out his hot load. The climax was accompanied by loud almost animalistic groans as he let his weight slum down on Leila. He dwelled in his post-orgasmic position for a few more seconds before pulling out of her. He reluctantly untied her hands before making her cuddle him on one of the pillows and placing a kiss on her forehead.

  “I hope I will be seeing you again,” he let out before cuddling her the more.

  “I hope so too,” Leila answered.

  She loved the feel of his cock and his domineering demeanor; having sex with him had been liberating and she could not wait to try out other things with him. Who knew she would experiment her fantasies with her father’s best friend?

  The End

  Cream for Birthday

  Except for his mother, Brian was never considered good looking by anyone. He was able to stay unnoticed in his classes, he was a geek, nerd and did not have too many friends.