The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Bray, Kimberly

  Bringing his hands to the rounded cheeks he teased his fingertips all over them. Sarah pushed back at him and groaned as the underside of the cock pressed harder against her. The tension grew as the moment of penetration came closer and Corey was suddenly desperate for wet pussy wrapped around his stiff shaft.

  He grabbed his cock around the base and pushed it lower until it slipped between Sarah’s thighs and stroked on her slick pussy lips. She closed her thighs to trap it against her pussy and Corey threw his head back. When the pressure eased a little he worked the tip of his cock to the wet opening. Both were holding their breath as he pushed forward.

  The head of the shaft split the wet pussy lips open and Sarah was the first to let out a rush of breath as the erection slipped inside. Corey was quick to follow as she pushed back and suddenly he was buried to the hilt in the softness. He worked his hands from the rounded cheeks to the curvy hips and took hold tightly to pull himself forward. His body was pressed tightly against Sarah and they continued to sway together under the motion of the train.

  Corey wanted more and his grip tightened as he began to make love with a gorgeous mature woman for the first time in his life. He closed his eyes as his erection stroked in and out of the soft warmth. His movements were slow as he enjoyed his cock rubbing on the soft pussy walls and it was Sarah that sped things up as she started to push herself back to meet the thrusts.

  She balanced herself on one hand so that she could touch on her clit and the breath rasped from her again as she was suddenly lost in her fantasy of making love on a train. She stroked her fingers furiously on her erect clit as she urged Corey on to fuck her. His thrusts became rougher as the excitement of the moment grabbed him and their naked skin was quickly slapping together noisily.

  Sarah could sense the orgasm rushing up on her and worked her clit even harder to bring it on. She threw herself back at the eager thrusts of her young lover and the stiff shaft rammed deep each time they came together. She was swept up in the pleasure until there was finally no holding back the moment of ecstasy. Her body tensed for just an instant as the build up came to an end and the orgasm suddenly burst to life.

  Sarah’s loud moan filled the carriage as the pure bliss of the sex carried her on a ride to a shattering high. The spasms of her pussy walls took her breath away and more moans escaped her lips as Corey fucked in deep. Her pussy rippled around the hardness and the ecstasy kept growing until the peak of the climax ripped through her and left her completely breathless.

  As the orgasm shook her body she urged Corey to give her everything. He was suddenly thrusting at her with an eagerness that she loved and she pushed back against him. His erection was stroking in and out with increasing ferocity as he worked to join her in orgasm.

  The climax was suddenly on him and the tingle in his balls made them tighten up against his body. He let out a groan as the thrill of the release took hold and the cum was suddenly gushing powerfully from him. The release of each stream made his body convulse and Sarah winced as his fingers dug deeply in the soft flesh of her hips.

  Corey pressed forward as the climax continued and the thick white spurted from him as the pleasure wracked his body. His shudders slowly died down as the sex came to an end and he leaned forward to nuzzle Sarah’s neck as they tried to recover.

  “We better get out of here,” she finally said and they worked to straighten their clothes.

  Corey looked out of the window. “I think we missed a few stops in the heat of the moment,” he said with a laugh.

  He turned as Sarah opened the door and she was quick to make her way to the nearest restroom. She still appeared a little disheveled when she came back out and Corey liked the look. He moved to kiss her and their lips broke apart as they sensed the slowing of the train. When it finally came to a stop they stepped onto the platform and looked around.

  “Train home or taxi?” said Sarah with a laugh as they realized they’d missed their stations.

  “Taxi, my treat,” said Corey and they headed off to find one at the front of the station. “See you tomorrow,” he said when they finally reached her home.

  “Sure,” she said with a grin. “I’ll be on the eight o’clock train again.

  He waved at her as the taxi moved off to take him home. Resting his head on the seat back he closed his eyes to relive the fun of the last couple of hours. By the time he reached his house he was already looking forward to the following day.

  He suspected Sarah wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of sex on a train again and a smile crossed his face at the thought of the fun that might come his way when they met.

  ***

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  Love Undercover

  by

  Nicole Bright

  The storm rattled the windows while Vic shuffled to shut them one by one. Wilhemina asked that he leave one opened just a bit. Vic flopped down on the bearskin rug, spooning her in the upstairs lounge. He yawned sensuously as he stretched out beside her.

  “You going to be at it much longer?” he said. Vic reached down and unhooked his leather chaps. Vic’s short, muscled body was a stark contrast to Wilhemina’s pale, frail one. A sign she was maybe on the run, she reflected.

  Vic had a show in another couple of hours. Wilhemina envied him. She thought about how differently her life would have been if she had lived her dream. She had tried. After she tidied a few things, Wilhemina would begin to recreate the past she’d left behind… That was how it was when your world was murder…

  “Tying up some ends,” Wilhemina said.

  She’d met the long-haired rocker in Philly. Wilhemina had picked up a duffle from a thrift shop and struck Vic with the bag while she was on her way out the door.

  “That’s my meat and veg, lady,” Vic smiled.

  “And a big one too,” Wilhemina had complimented.

  She was about to cop a cup of coffee at the corner Internet café when Vic happened in. He smiled and she returned the gesture, prepared for the usual. Wilhemina had a timeless beauty. Not by any standards that she went by, but society’s filters singled her type as a “hottie.”

  Raven-haired, statuesque and put together like an Amazonian brick house, she felled whistles and remarks regularly. She was even pegged as a ringer for Princess Diana of Paradise Island… Which she figured she’d stop trying to deny… Her last name was Prince. Why not act the part and own it? Oren Victor had walked up to the café bar and ponied-up five Ones and a key to a Harley — Wilhemina knew a set of keys from a Hog when she saw them — which he put on top of the bill.

  “Five bucks says you want a warm bed and a hot shower right about now,” the biker-impressionist said.

  “I’d kill for it,” Wilhemina said.

  “I got a bike outside,” he said.

  “What’s in for me?” Wilhemina asked him.

  “A deep massage,” ‘Vic’ had answered. “And I’m not even Swede.”

  That got her moist. “You hit all the right places?” she asked. “’Mina,’” Wilhemina said eyeing him.

  “Beauty and attitude…” the guy smiled. “I’ll get you off the streets,” he said.

  “I’m not that hard up,” Wilhemina said.

  She glanced to her side and saw the biker-impersonator had left the café. He had jumped on his cycle. After he lit a cigarette and looked up, who he wanted to see was right at his side.

  “’Wilhemina’ I take it, is your whole name? he said.

  “It’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it?” she noted.

  “Maybe,” he said.

  Wilhemina swung a long leg behind the guy. Her rump settled neatly as she clasped her hands around his hips. “You’re one helluva lay… Aren’t you?” she said.

  “How many men have fallen at your side ‘Amazon’?” he said.

  “Careful. I
might be an axe murderer,” she predicted.

  “Of course you are.”

  “What’s one more?” Mina had said.

  The guy smiled a slow, heated grin.

  ***

  Damn it if the rocker hadn’t told the truth. He was light years ahead from the lies Mina had told. Oren “Vic” Victor had her juices tapped and primed, and ready to flow. He had her corked on his tumescent erection, which was about as thick as his wrist. Mina checked her stomach in the floor-length mirror. She could see herself lulled to and fro by Vic’s hands in his immaculately decorated Rock Star crib.

  Posters and concert photographs were framed in what must have been gold, and they lined the entire space. Vic had asked she strip off all her clothes and leave her heels on. Pretty cocky of him to presume she would, but he let his dick do all his talking, she discovered. Vic showed her a generous selection of women’s shoes following many a gratuitous shag of far too many babes to recount. She had no problem being the notch he poked on his belt next. A shag was significantly more appealing than being pursued by the police…

  ***

  Wilhemina stepped off the transit line and crossed to the thrift shop. The little woman at the counter brightened when Wilhemina approached. “Hi, remember something else you like?” she asked.

  “Hello. You’ve seen me before,” Wilhemina said.

  “Day before yesterday. You got a bit of sun since?” she said.

  “Yes..,” Wilhemina answered. “Was I in here alone?

  “Don’t know. We have some new things. Arrived this morning… Would you like to see any of them? the woman said.

  “Have anything like I bought last the time?” Wilhemina asked.

  Where the suspect was, Wilhemina wasn’t. But where she was now, so was Wilhemina. She had almost been tracked three weeks back — almost. And now Wilhemina found her trail again…

  ***

  Things went south over a year ago when she had stopped at a fast food eatery. She had fielded an altercation with a bimbo who had dropped her clutch. The girl told Wilhemina to watch her step and they both knelt to grab their items when she and Wilhemina thwacked heads. Wilhemina lifted a brow then pushed her ID to the big-breasted girl. They exchanged a glance. The younger girl caught on pretty quickly and realized the opportunity: she and Wilhemina looked similarly identical — Wilhemina having a good five years on the girl.

  The girl put her hand over Wilhemina’s license. Wilhemina picked up the girl’s ID. When they stood the girl grabbed Wilhemina’s arm. Wilhemina spun around and the collegiate slipped another card into Wilhemina’s hand. She stepped back to exit the diner and mouthed “Thank you” before she plowed out the door.

  Wilhemina had put the card in her jacket and made beeline for the john when a lady cop intercepted.

  “What’s in your pocket?” she questioned and Wilhemina handed over the laminated rectangle. “This you?” the cop asked.

  “Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley,” Wilhemina answered. “3-4-6 Valley Circle, University Drive,” she finished.

  Wilhemina had to do a double take. If she believed Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley and her were look-alikes, then the officer standing in front of her was her doppelganger. Leigh and Wilhemina may have resembled the other, but this woman was one for real — a ‘dead ringer.’ The cop looked her over. She handed back the University identification card. “Greener pastures… right?”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Wilhemina answered as ‘Mina.’

  Wilhemina had glanced at the school ID before the cop found her. Outside she watched as the police woman drove by. The cop drove by the girl looked across to Wilhemina. The girl nodded. Wilhemina copycatted her.

  “Seems we both dodged the bullet today,” Wilhemina said under her breath.

  Her plan to protect the girl’s past had worked, separately from her boss’s P.I.’s plans… Because she‘d already uncovered he had a line to organized crime… She’d had enough with crime, alleged murder, crime and personal unfinished police drama. Then the attacks in the city began…

  ***

  Mina turned her attention from her reflection to Vic. The feelings he stirred in her intensified the closer he edged near her pussy. Vic worked his tongue inside her, attempting to hum her deftly.

  “Mmmm, hell, you taste good,” Vic murmured. “Let me at that lotus, feed me your nectar baby,” he moaned.

  Mina pushed back into his hands that cupped her fanny. She was tall and her Amazonian height gave her legs for days. Mina raised her thighs and let her ankles lock around Vic’s head. That made him even more agile. He was ready to throw a fuck into her so pleasing and satisfying it would make her cry.

  He did.

  “You like that baby…” Vic mumbled, licking her pussy lips.

  Usually Mina used men for sex. They were fine enough while they were in bed, but this one…

  “Mmm,” Mina moaned. Vic had pulled the two of them to their sides.

  Vic eased Mina back and parted her legs. He lifted a leg over his shoulder and leered, hungry to slurp Mina’s pussy juices. He dipped his scratchy tongue from her hole to her clitoris and bit down. He understood a woman... Mina cried out loud.

  Vic lifted her leg higher and pushed his chin against Mina’s cleft. He ate her and nibbled her nub feeling tiny trickles of honey leak down her thigh. Vic sucked the juices down and gnawed at her cunt, eating her out more.

  “Come on, baby, give me what you got,” Vic said. “Give me all that cunny,” he groaned.

  Vic rose up on his elbows and placed his palms around Mina’s cunt lips. He formed the shape of an Ace and he opened Mina gently. Her core popped apart and winked, driving Vic into hard male heat. He shoved his nose and tongue right down Mina’s middle. Her eyes flew open when she felt the vibrations of tongue fucking inside. She was exposed thoroughly. Little wisps of joy escaped from her while her sex-crazed rocker ate her on his second course. She quivered as he talked right up into her cunt.

  “Baby, you pussy is so wet. So tight and precious,” he moaned. “Let go and give me all that delightful sugar…”

  Mina threw her head back before Vic could swallow. She bucked and her pussy clenched as she clamped down on Vic’s face. Then her inner depths released. Spurts of warm vaginal nectar sluiced around his chin and shot up over his face. Mina doused him with deluge after deluge of delectable Amazon come. He fought to capture and swallowed more of the fragrant juices only a demi-goddess could create. After several waves of orgasm, Mina finally released her hold on Vic.

  Vic ran his fingers threw his rocker-long hair. It was damp from Mina’s multiple orgasms. He smiled; joyous he was the lucky bastard that got the ambrosia of the gods.

  Mina rolled him onto his back. She pushed his arms over his head and dropped her breasts to his chin. He suckled on them like a baby. Mina pressed her buttocks to his erection and rubbed against him. Vic dropped his head to the rug happily defenseless. Mina rubbed her pussy up and down Vic’s shaft, looked at him and kissed his eyelids. She kissed his nose, his chin, his nipples, down to his navel.

  Vic hissed. “Ooh, baby. Slip you tongue in and out of me. Like that,” he said.

  Vic tried to get up but Mina overpowered him. She told him to wait. “Don’t come. I have something for you,” she said.

  “What is it? Tell me,” Vic begged.

  “I’m going to set you free,” Mina said…

  ***

  Detective Nate Jericho looked down the ravine. The ground around it was scorched. The smell of what was inside the car was reeled of stench. He paced the scene. Officers and state patrol chalk-marked tire treads and taped off the far end of the highway. Nate stopped at one spot of the ground. One forensics jockey ran to the brush to empty his stomach. Nate shook his head. He recognized the M.O. He turned to a patrol officer and handed him a card.

  “Is it her?” the patrol officer asked.

  “Forensics will tell us. If there’s anything left to talk about,” Nate said.

  Fed up with empty leads, N
ate drove back to the city. He stopped at an all-night bistro when his phone signaled a text had come in. He knew who was behind the string of attacks that peppered the stateside. He knew the driver of the car. There wasn’t any proof corroborating another suspect. He knew who would be blamed too…

  He ordered his usual and called up the message. Forensics had made an ID. Lights dimmed in the bistro several times before thrumming back to life. Nate looked at his convertible wishing he could hop in and drive away… anywhere… The destination didn’t matter; because the journey was set up to become someone’s destiny. The last ever seen… Nate took out his wallet to pay for the drink and saw the strip of pictures snapped when he had been at the Boardwalk.