40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “Oh, please.” She moaned. “Punish me, Daddy, punish me.”

  Carson’s heart raced. His engorged cock almost ejaculated on its own at the sound of her plaintive voice. This woman was turning him on like never before. All the sexual encounters he had before, paid for or casual, were never this intense. His cock stood out like it used to when he was a teenager. This woman had started fires in him he never knew he had.

  He groaned and grabbed her hips. It was time to plunder her whole. His cock surged and he pushed the apple sized head against her rose petal pussy lips. He felt her push her hips back at him, hungering, yearning, pleading to devour his manhood. He obliged with a sudden, powerful thrust.

  Delilah squealed in delight. Carson’s cock was in all the way to the hilt. Twelve inches of rock hard meat was buried inside her. The tightness made her head spin. She felt him twitching inside her, making streaks of tingling sensations course through her body.

  “Jeb, this is so good… Oh, yeah… fuck me, Jeb.”

  “Oh, I am.” He panted. “I am.”

  Carson hammered away at his mail order bride with animalistic fervor.

  Bent over and tied to a chair, being taken from behind, Delilah had never had this much pleasure in her young life. Carson’s rock hard cock slid in and out of her slippery tightness, the friction sending sparks all over her body. She whimpered, sobbed and clawed at the upholstery, her body going through wave after wave of sensual delight.

  “Who knew that you and I would be so compatible when it came to sex?” Carson panted, his hips moving like a piston, slamming into her, making her breasts jiggle and her breath come in short gasps.

  “Yeah, I was so glad you were upfront with your needs in your letters.” Delilah gasped as she felt another orgasm rising within her.

  “I know, I too am glad to have finally found someone who shares my tastes… in bed.”

  “And everywhere else.” She laughed, slapping at the seat of the chair she was secured to. “And the best part for me… uhhh… is finding a man mature enough to know how to treat a woman right.”

  “Delilah, you’re a match made in heaven for me.”

  “Or hell, depending where we’re going.” She laughed and shook as her climax hit her hard.

  “Oh, honey. All over my cock. This makes my day.” Carson grunted, sensing his own orgasm about to rip.

  “Oh, yes, yes!” Delilah cried out, as Carson exploded inside her. He leaned over her, squashing her soft breasts in his hands as his weight pressed her down over the chair.

  “Oh, Delilah… you make me come alive.” He panted as her pussy clenched and squeezed out the last few drops of his love for her.

  “As do you, Daddy Dearest.” She giggled.

  “What next, my love?” He asked, slowly pulling himself off her.

  “I need a drink… and then I want you restrained over the bed like a good little pony.” Delilah smiled as she reached down and undid the bonds on her ankles. “I’m going to show you my riding skills… special riding skills that they teach a girl only in the big city.”

  “Oh, the sound of that’s already getting my dander up.”

  “It had better, we city girls like to ride hard and fast.”

  Story 15

  It wasn't much to ask for, was it? She certainly didn't seem to think so. The problem was, Marcy seemed to forever be having trouble snagging a man. They thought she was too this, or too that, or not enough this, or not enough that. Some even called her too big. As if that meant anything... No matter the reason, there always was one. That's what hurt young, untouched Marcy the most. Having nobody to call her own and no real answer as to why...

  She was quite pretty and fair in the face – narrow at the waist and wide at the hips. Despite the extra thickness she carried, Marcy managed to maintain one hell of a sexy body. Her dark, gorgeous hair. And that creamy skin tone... Those massive, jumbo-sized tits should have been enough to snag any man she yearned for. But, this was not to be so... There remained something else, some unknown trait which scared away all other men.

  That is, until she met hunky Sgt. Jameson...

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  It was supposed to be a quick, easy part-time job for the summer. A short-term way to make some extra spending money. Marcy didn't have much else to do with her time. She figured, why not? Better than sitting at home and stewing over her man problem. Why not get a little money while she flaunted her sumptuous figure in public? Maybe a sexy guy would notice her ample curves and fall head over heels for her...

  Yeah, right...

  That was never going to happen, and she knew it. Guys around here just didn't like her kind. It was dumb and stupid, but it was true. However, nonetheless, Marcy resolved to stay employed – for at least a few weeks, if she could help it.

  The internet ad had said it would be a low-stress position. A kind of carefree college kid's dream job. Very little work, decent money, and afternoon hours so you could sleep in without issue. She decided to go at once – drafting up her little resume and hopeful message for employment.

  And with that, off she went to the small store.

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  The bell hanging atop the door jingled slightly as she pushed it open, making her way through the threshold. A sweet, aromatic scent greeted her nose. A kind of sugary heaven, as she would later describe it.

  Marcy walked inside, noting the countless jars and bottles and containers of various honeys. That was the store, in fact. A honey shop – supposedly one of the best around. All home-made or imported from secret, special locations from around the world. It looked quite magical, she thought. Some were bright yellows, while others were dark, golden browns, and still others somewhere in between. Sunlight shined in through the front windows, giving the entire store a wonderful appearance of sweetness and magic.

  She turned in circles, round and round, eyeing over the various wares – all so perfect and tantalizing. Her heart was bursting with excitement at the prospect of working in such a place. That pretty, sweet girl had never felt so overjoyed. She put a hand on her tight, toned belly and continued to walk rearward, still entranced by the countless shades of color all around.

  “Oof!” Marcy wheezed, just as she collided with something on her bootilicious backside, squishing against that plump ass.

  Clumsy girl! She thought. The nervous virgin had been too fixated on the honey to remember to watch where she was going.

  “Oh hello, and sorry about that – I didn't know you would keep backing up, but I'm delighted,” said a manly voice to her rear.

  The strength and power of the voice immediately removed Marcy from her fanciful state. There was such virility and charm to the sound. She could scarcely turn around out of fright and embarrassment. But, whatever she bumped into had felt incredibly sturdy and well muscled. It warranted a glimpse at least, didn't it?

  “Umm,” she said quietly, just beginning to spin her full-figured chocolate body to the side. “Sorry there.”

  And here, young Marcy found herself face to chest as it were – with an imposing, athletic man. She could see his well-developed chest through the tight shirt, as her eyes ran out to peek at the bulging biceps and muscular forearms. Not to mention those boulder shoulders. The deep-voiced man was handsome, to say the least. Handsome and beefy. The kind of he-man physique Marcy had always read about in her romance stories – only now, she was right in the presence of one. He carried himself with an air of dignity. She thought he looked like a military man, what with the stiff posture and all.

  The untouched woman's mouth drew open in shock, unable to speak or react. She simply felt her lip begin to quiver, as those flapping butterflies took flight in her sinking stomach.

  “No need to apologize, miss. It was really my fault. I should have said something,” the sexy stranger smiled.

  Then it appeared, at least to those with a trained eye, that the man took a quick look down at Marcy's exposed cleavage. Those bountiful, i
nviting breasts quite befitting of a tempting girl. Her tight shirt did wonderful things to enhance the appeal of them.

  “Well, I uh...” Marcy sputtered, still awe-struck by his perfection.

  “Might I help you with anything?” He asked at last, breaking the silence with that honey voice of his.

  “H-h-help me?” She blathered, completely forgetting where she was or why she had arrived.

  “Yes, are you looking for some honey today?”

  “Oh...” the nervous girl nodded – only just now beginning to recall her mission. “Yes, umm I'm not sure if you could... I'm here for the job opening?”

  She phrased it as a question, as if unsure this hulking figure with a smile hot enough to melt steel could actually be employed in such a place.

  “The job opening!” The man shouted. “Yes, of course! I've been on the lookout for someone new. I just didn't think anyone so attractive would be stepping in to offer.”

  The compliment about buckled Marcy at her knees. Attractive?! Her? Was this guy a little drunk? Those creamy, comely cheeks of hers began to burn with heat as she spun slightly to the side in a shy gesture.

  “Well,” she said after a brief pause, “here I am! I mean, if you're still wanting to interview...”

  “Yes, of course! It looks like you know your way around the shop already,” the man laughed, poking fun at her clumsy bump.

  The young girl rubbed the back of her neck, smiling on one side of her mouth. “Yeah... sorry about that again.”

  “Don't worry about it!” He grinned, once again peering down at her breast and belly – the two large, feminine spheres of sensuality, and the inviting, tight tummy, a true woman's body. How shapely her body was... The shirt hanging on for dear life, exposing each and every contour of that succulent figure. “My name is Sgt. Jameson. I own this place. Nice to meet you...”

  Sgt. Jameson held onto the end of his word, letting it drag out as he extended a hand to shake.

  “Oh, right!” Marcy giggled. “My name is Marcy. I love your store! It looks so beautiful! A military man?” The virgin gushed.

  “Yes m'am. Eight years I was in. But now, it's just honey for me. Unless a customer starts to get a little mouthy,” he laughed.

  And here she felt his strong hand, like a warm vice, grasping her own dainty palm. There was an immediate surge of sexual energy coursing through her body – as if the slightest touch from the burly Jameson had triggered her most innate and taboo desires – the awakening of her sexuality!

  The man had a bit of stubble lining his chin and cheeks, all up along the jawline. Quite a virile appearance. He looked like anything but the owner of a honey store... Marcy thought he should be modeling for the cover of fitness magazines or romance novels. She couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath his shirt... hopefully a rippled stomach and chiseled abs to match the sight of his robust chest.

  “Any experience?” Jameson asked.

  “What!” Marcy blurted, still thinking her dirty thoughts. Experience with what? Touching a rock-hard chest like that?!

  The handsome fellow laughed quietly, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. “I mean, have you worked with honey? Or would this be your first time?”

  Oh my... there went her knees again! The sensation of his warm skin on her cool shoulder was enough cause an orgasm in itself! Marcy about whimpered at the experience, nearly drooling. She breathed in deeply, causing those impressive boobs to raise and lower in a rather sensuous fashion. Jameson certainly took note of them – and strangely, he smiled afterward as if acknowledging their endless temptation.

  “Oh, uh... No, no I don't, sorry... but I have worked in a store before!” Marcy mumbled, trying to catch her breath. She desperately wanted employment here! That much was certain – with every fiber of her being, the virgin plumper wished to be hired right on the spot, and fall directly into the arms of this beefcake proprietor!

  “That's ok,” Jameson replied. “I don't mind teaching – if you're willing.”

  The words were fairly innocent in themselves; yet Marcy felt a heavy undertone of innuendo in the tone of his voice. As if he were hinting at something entirely more salacious and lewd than a jar of sticky honey. Perhaps he had another sticky substance on his mind – all the while staring down at the curvy woman's ripe, black body. He would smile now and then, making sure to scan the entirety of her figure... and what was even more arousing, is that he seemed to want Marcy to know of his visual undressing.

  It didn't bother her in the least! The fanciful virgin loved the heat ray his eyes were causing – seemingly leaving a trail of seduction wherever they ventured... down her breasts, along her stomach, over the thick, juicy thighs and beyond... right down to her eager groin. That quickly became a burning inferno of lust and wanton desire! Jameson had but cast his gaze there for no more than a second, yet Marcy felt a rush of sexual juices forming on the interior of her lips. The panties already beginning to moisten. What a stimulating and unexpected, but all the more welcome experience.

  “You would teach me?” Marcy questioned, puffing her lips out in a seductive pose.

  Her elbows pressed inward toward her chest, causing the cleavage to grow and expand several times over. If those boobs had looked big before, they were infinitely larger now! Plumper and fuller! The kind you could imagine planting your face between and satisfying every naughty desire you ever thought.

  And judging by the way Jameson licked his lips, it certainly appeared he harbored a dirty thought or two in his mind as he continued smiling at the cute virgin.

  “You're a hard worker, aren't you? The military work ethic,” He asked.

  “Me? Oh sure! I try to show up early and leave late, all that kind of stuff,” she smiled nervously, rocking back and forth at the hip.

  “Good enough for me,” Jameson laughed. “When would you like to start?”

  “You mean—you mean I got the job?!” Marcy gasped, causing her supple breasts to jiggle slightly beneath her tight shirt. That plump perfection just dying to be handled and devoured, to be ravaged and fucked.

  “Sure, if you want it, Marcy. I like you already. You seem nice, you're very pretty and I have a good feeling about you,” the Sgt. nodded.

  “Oh my god! Are you serious? I did, really? Well I can start right now if you need me!” She gushed, clapping her hands together excitedly – once again making those tits bounce and shake in a tempting display of carnality. How could anyone deny those big, heavy orbs of flesh on her chest? The massive funbags... complete with those dark nipples and suckable knobs, just beginning to poke through the material. Jameson sure as hell couldn't, as his eyes remained fixated on those perky things, covered only by a thin shirt and sexy bra. It was easy to see that the light-skinned fellow was quite taken by his bovine beauty.

  “Perfect,” he smiled. “There's so much for me to teach you... And it's your first time, even better. I love the new ones.”

  “You... do?” Marcy blushed, turning sideways on her foot.

  “And the hot ones,” he winked. “Now let's get started. I can't wait to show you. And it looks like you can't wait to learn.”

  “You read my mind, Jameson,” she replied, batting her eyes up and down the length of his chiseled body – stopping at the very conspicuous and large package on the man's crotch.

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  “In here,” Jameson said, waving his new employee in to the back room.

  Marcy swept in after him, only he didn't allow her much space... which meant she was forced to rub her boobs and groin along his rippled stomach, feeling the hardness through his shirt. The thick girl bit her lip, closing her eyes momentarily and thinking all sorts of naughty things. The sweet scent of him reached her nose just as the door shut behind them. It was tinged with something stronger – a much more potent and sexy odor. A man's smell, with a hint of sweetness and danger. Marcy couldn't help but take in a large whiff of air, picturing his nude body taking control of her full figure.

>   He definitely had the kind of strength to manhandle her like a ragdoll. She would be nothing to him! Picking her up and dominating the poor virgin girl... it aroused the horny gal knowing the man possessed enough power to satisfy a woman's every need. Those big arms and seductive smile... what a lethal combination!

  “Oh my...” Marcy whispered, taking sight of the honey pots ordered about the room in a tidy fashion. But, in truth, the outburst had been the result of something far more tempting than a tub of honey...

  “Yes, quite impressive...” Jameson nodded, looking over her rounded body. “Ever seen anything like it?”

  “Never...” She replied, meeting his gaze in a moment of sexual tension. The juicy girl suddenly averted her gaze, just as the rushing beat of her heart exploded in rapid thumps. The butterflies were now a hurricane of craving! Marcy wanted him so desperately... and here they were, locked away in a backroom filled with all sorts of sticky stuff. The girl wondered when she'd be getting some of Jameson's sticky goo – he would be glorious for her first time. What a god! That forbidden military fruit... Those virile arms and welcoming shoulders. She could imagine her skin squishing into his hard, solid body. The perfect meeting of supple flesh against the warm steel that was his physique.