The Mammoth Book of Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  Tuesday had not turned out too bad. In fact, she had met Tuesday’s shag for a longer session on Thursday. But Saturday had finally arrived, and Amelia was on her way to a night of fun and games. Such an occasion deserved a new dress. Alex had insisted it be red, and he had insisted it be short. Finding the perfect article had taken more time than Amelia had allowed, but it had been an enjoyable afternoon’s shopping. It was now on her back, and she was walking toward the hotel. A glance at her watch told Amelia that she could have spent a little longer in the bath. Still, better too early than too late, she told herself.

  Her heels were clicking on the pavement, and butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. Her underwear was getting damp. There was no going back, she was about to get as close to living out a fantasy as a girl could get.

  All eyes turned her way as she walked across the lobby. Her coat covered much of her outfit, but she suspected everyone would have her down as a hooker, which was just the way she wanted it, she wanted it to feel real. Amelia’s heart pounded against her ribcage. Her palms were breaking out in a cold sweat. The concierge raised an eyebrow and shot her a knowing smile. One lift seemed to be held up on the twelfth floor. The other took an age to come down from the eighth. As Amelia stood there, staring up at those illuminated numbers, she didn’t know if she felt scared or excited. In fact, she felt both.

  Once the lift arrived, she stepped inside, relieved no one else had joined her. It meant she could easily oblige Alex’s other little request. This was just as much a fantasy for him as it was for her. Amelia wanted to please him. After all, that was what he was paying for. The doors closed, she pressed the button for the fifth floor, and then reached up under her coat and dress to remove her knickers. His words echoed in her head, “Keep your pussy cool, and then let my tongue ignite it.”

  Finally she was stepping down the corridor toward his room. She rapped a pair of double beats on the door, and started to unbutton her coat. The door opened. Alex stood there in a white towelling bathrobe. His eyes ran up and down her, like those of a client deciding whether or not the hooker he had ordered was attractive enough to be accepted. Joining in the game, she pulled open her coat and gave him a flash of the goods. She also held out her knickers for him. “Will I do?” she asked.

  “Oh yes, you’ll do,” he enthused as he took hold of the damp gusset. “Do come in.”

  She seductively squeezed past him, deliberately brushing a breast against his elbow as she went. The room was massive. She imagined they might fuck on the chaise longue. Her thoughts then switched to the bed, which was big enough to stage a small orgy. Lust surged through her body. “Are you sure you only want forty-five minutes?” she asked, casually putting her handbag on a chair and slipping her coat off her shoulders. “I can offer you a discount on an extra half-hour. We could take our time, and make full use of the facilities.”

  He looked her up and down again. “No, I’m a bit short of time this evening.”

  “OK, babe, as you wish. The customer gets what the customer wants.”

  “Can I touch your body?”

  “You’ve paid for it, babe. You can do what you want with it,” said Amelia, feeling extremely slutty.

  Alex moved toward her. His hands went onto her waist, and then moved up and down the contours of her body. It was not long before he was standing in front of Amelia, with his hands fondling her breasts. She immersed herself into her role, letting him do what he wanted to do, secretly hoping it would not be long before he asked about one of her specials. As he continued to play with her tits, she pulled at the bow securing his robe. It flapped open to reveal a beautiful stiff cock. It looked even better in reality than it did in the photos she had studied so many times. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her, but knew she needed to be patient.

  “Turn around,” he said assertively, sounding much more like the Alex that had told her what to do to herself over the internet.

  Amelia did as he said. His hands started to squeeze her bum through her dress. Moments later they were up underneath it. His breathing grew heavy as he clenched each buttock in turn. She felt her cheeks being eased apart, and his fingers searching for her slit. One finger slipped into its wetness, and up into her cunt. And then another. Instinctively, she leaned forward as much as her heels would allow. The frantic finger-fucking continued for a few minutes.

  “Lean over the bed, I want to fuck you.”

  “I’ll need to cover your cock first,” she stated.

  “Do it with your mouth?”

  This was more like it. “I can try,” she said, knowing she was extremely unlikely to fail. It was a trick she had practiced more times than she cared to remember. She took one of three packets from the side pocket of her handbag, and carefully tore it open. After positioning a strawberry-flavoured condom in front of her teeth, she got down on her knees. Alex had already discarded his robe. He moved toward her. The eye of his lovely cock homed in on her mouth. Amelia successfully navigated the most difficult stage by getting the rubber over the shiny, swollen head. From then on in, it was just a case of bobbing a little, and carefully rolling the rubber down his shaft with her lips.

  His agenda seemed to change in an instant. His hips started moving to and fro, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She was a hooker. She had to play by his rules. Amelia went to work on his cock with her mouth, doing her professional best by taking him deep into her throat, and expertly milking his shaft with every long thrust. She was yet to meet a man who could endure her cock-sucking skills for more than a few minutes. Amelia knew he was getting close when he took hold of her hair. He tugged on it until it hurt. The pace of the thrusting increased. Alex grunted and groaned. His cock convulsed, spurting out its gorgeous load. She savored the moment for a while, and then circled her tongue around the head of his cock, gently flicking the come-filled condom tip as she did so.

  “Thank you, that was marvellous,” said Alex, withdrawing from her mouth.

  When she realized he was heading for the bathroom, she said, “Shall I grab us a couple of beers from the fridge. We can fuck when you’re ready to go again.”

  “No, that’s all I wanted. The money is on the dresser.”

  Realizing Alex was determined to stay in role from beginning to end, she decided she would do likewise. The money was in a brown envelope as agreed. Amelia picked it up and headed for the door. Her plan was to go to the bar and wait for a text message asking her to go back to finish what they had started. She was sure this was one of his little games, just like the ones he played when they sent filthy messages to each other. Alex was probably testing her, seeing if she was willing to sit in a hotel bar in her hooker’s outfit. The answer was yes, she was going to do it, and she was going to enjoy doing it. She was also determined to enjoy spending the night with him. Her contact with it had been brief, but he definitely had a body that was built to fuck.

  It was as Amelia closed the door and looked at the three black numbers on the brass plate that some doubt crept into her mind. Room 545, was that right? She hastily retrieved her mobile and called up the last message. As it loaded, she reminded herself of the fact that they had both always concealed their faces in the photos they sent each other. The room number on her small screen hit Amelia straight between the eyes – 454. She frantically tore open the envelope to reveal ten crisp fifty-pound notes. Not the token twenty pounds Alex and she had agreed upon.

  Still reeling, she set off down the carpeted corridor. As she approached the lift, the silver doors opened. Out stepped a stunning woman, wearing a long, pink coat and pink fuck-me heels. Rooted to the spot, Amelia watched the woman stride toward the room she had just left. The woman knocked on the door with a boom-diddy-boom-boom rap. Amelia didn’t hang around to witness what happened next.

  As the gravity of what she had just done sank in, she smiled. To all intents and purposes, she had just prostituted herself, big time. She had effectively been a real whore for twenty-five minutes, and got off pretty lightly
all things considered. A strange feeling of satisfaction ran through her body as she tucked the money into her handbag. The lift doors closed before she pressed a button. Her finger instinctively jumped onto button number four. With her second client of the evening waiting one floor down, it was time to be dominated. It was time to be fucked all night long. If Alex did not live up to expectations, she could always check out the swanky bar downstairs.

  WE SAY SHE’S MY MOTHER

  Belinda Wolf

  Shaun was only going to check Bettina’s bedroom to see if she’d already gone downstairs. He really hadn’t meant to spy, but her computer was on and he was curious. Since she’d graciously invited him to stay with her, he’d become intrigued with the sweet little lady and was itching to know what went on in that softly red-and-silver-crowned head of hers. She was writing a letter; she must have gotten up early.

  Hi Laura,

  You’re the only person in the world I can confide in and be assured you won’t laugh at me or tell anyone. I have been going nuts lately, and I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. I told you about this adorable young man I have living with me, the one I got to know when he was engaged to my daughter. We became such good friends and, since he wanted to leave Colorado and settle in a warmer climate after they broke up, I told him I had plenty of room at my home here in Phoenix and that he was welcome to stay until he found work and got settled.

  Well, he’s so sweet, and so incredibly sexy (please don’t laugh), and keeps me so hot and bothered all the time that it’s driving me crazy. I know that would come as a big shock to him.

  Well yeah! Shaun was stunned. He’d had no idea. People thought she was his mother. Yet this revelation was making his cock fill and throb. Probably because it was hard for him to bring a woman to the house with the lack of privacy and all, so he was only able to have the odd casual encounter and he was horny as hell.

  He continued reading. Holy shit! This sweet, delicate woman had the hots for him! Like, really hot, like someone climbing the walls to get fucked. Now his damn cock was rigid. There was something so damn kinky about a fragile older woman having those kinds of feelings for him. Shit, he was only twenty-six. Her daughter had told Shaun the woman was a ravishing beauty when she was young, with that soft, curly red hair and big, crystal blue eyes. And she had the sweetest smile and her teeth were still nice. Her butt was sort of broad, but her skin was plump and creamy, and soft as silk. Not only that, she had delicate hands and feet. What the hell was he thinking? She had been introducing him to people as her son. She didn’t even have any sons. The thought of anyone knowing he was fucking that prim and proper older woman would be sort of embarrassing. Then why was his dick still hard?

  He knew he should have been out of here a long time ago, but this was a nice old Victorian house and she treated him like royalty. She was a really good cook, and interesting company.

  Since the day before yesterday when he’d asked her to drive him to Show Low to collect a big truck – he had this temporary job repossessing vehicles for a bank – she had been acting quiet and all hurt about something. He was sure he knew what it was.

  The address had turned out to be a run-down old farmhouse with lots of rusty farm equipment scattered about. Naturally, he hadn’t been able to get the damn truck started and thought it must need starter fluid. It was a little chilly out and he told Bettina to stay in the car. The man was not there, but the woman came out of the house offering to help. She introduced herself as Jesse and took him in her car to an automotive place in town. She insisted Shaun drive. She was a plump, sort of voluptuous woman, with long, dark hair and full lips. She almost immediately started hitting on him, and rubbed her hand on the inside of his thigh. Shit, she had his cock as hard as a damn billy club but there was nowhere to do anything about it.

  When they got back to the truck, Bettina had looked a little miffed, sitting there in her car, but Shaun didn’t think much of it. He had the hood up on the semi, bending over the engine, and this woman started sliding her hand between his legs, massaging his balls, and, fuck, he was so damn hard he was about to come in his jeans. Bettina couldn’t see them from where she was, and when he turned around to face the woman she slid her hand into his pants and pried his stiff cock out. It was dribbling. Thank God it was a rural area and it was getting dark out.

  “Oh my God, that’s incredible! I have to have that big thing,” she whispered, wild-eyed. She grabbed his shoulders to pull herself up and then put her feet on the truck bumper on each side of his hips and worked her dress up out of the way. He couldn’t believe the woman wasn’t wearing any panties and that black furry thing was pushed right up against his cock. “Get it into me,” she groaned. “Hurry before your mother gets out of her car and catches us.”

  He had felt sort of bad for Bettina and he knew what he was doing wasn’t right, but shit, he was so damn horny, and he wanted that pussy bad. He had to at least get it in there long enough to pump it a few times and come. He slid his eager cock up between her lips and pushed in, feeling that hot, tight, wet thing biting down on it, and, oh holy shit, that felt good! He grabbed her round ass with both hands, pulling her pussy up to him, and started ramming into that thing like crazy. She groaned and squealed, and he thought, shit, she’s going to scream. He whispered, “Don’t scream, baby, for God’s sake, don’t scream.” She buried her head in his shoulder and jerked against him, climaxing. Oh fuck! He thrust into her two more times and came so hard his knees buckled and his toes tried to curl. He came and came, shock waves shooting down his spine and through his squirting cock. It felt like all his strength was being sucked out with the spunk.

  When it was over he knew Bettina was pissed and suspicious and he couldn’t look at her. They got the truck started and, looking off in the distance, he asked her to follow him in her car back to Phoenix.

  She had been acting weird ever since. He felt guiltier than hell too, because even before he read that letter, he knew that in spite of the big difference in their ages, there was this sexual tension between them. They were always hugging and touching each other, pretending it was friendly affection.

  That day she did everything for him like always but didn’t say much and wouldn’t look at him. It didn’t help any that he was so worked up since he’d fucked Jesse against the truck that he had to go into the bathroom twice and jerk off, thinking about fucking her. The second time he knew Bettina heard him in the bathroom panting and grunting. Shit.

  That night lying in his bed beating his meat, he could hear her making little whimpering noises across the hall in her room. Fuck a duck! What would it hurt to just . . . help her out? He slipped out of bed and into her room.

  “Bettina, are you all right, lady?” he murmured. “You know you can talk to me.”

  “Not about this, I can’t,” she whimpered.

  “Then maybe we don’t need to talk,” he whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He was wearing only his briefs but she had seen him that way before. He slipped his hand around the strap of her lacy gown and found a surprisingly firm, full breast. Her nipple puckered and she gasped when he leaned down and sucked it into his mouth. Shit, this was turning out to be a nice surprise. He worked his other hand under the cover and found that plump, soft little hairy mound between her legs. He opened it with his fingers and found it hot and moist. Holy shit. She was sobbing a little like she was embarrassed, and pushing up to his fingers. His cock was hard as a brick. Man, this was going to be a hell of a lot better than a pity fuck. He worked two fingers inside her and slid them in and out, finger-fucking her. She was gasping and crying out.

  “Don’t come,” he whispered. “Not yet.” Shaun pulled his fingers out, shucked his briefs and scrambled into bed with her. He was so hot he was shuddering. He was going to fuck this lady’s brains out. His engorged cock finding its eager mark, he pushed into her unbelievably tight little hole. Of course most pussies were tight to him anyway, because he was so big. She threw her creamy white l
egs up over his shoulders and locked them around his neck. Holy shit! She was humping up to him with a frantic rhythm. Jesus! His big cock was buried deep in her hot, tight pussy, and he was meeting her every thrust, except this wasn’t going to last long.

  “Whoa, little lady, if I’m going to fuck you all night, we’re going to have to slow down,” he whispered.

  “I might be older than she is, but I can fuck you better,” she whispered.

  “Huh? Older than who?” he groaned, pushing in deep.

  “The skanky bitch you fucked up against the truck.”

  “I didn’t . . .” he muttered, sounding guilty as shit.

  “The hell you didn’t. Just hush, you luscious boy, and fuck me.”

  This was the sweet little church-going lady he’d moved in with? Damn!

  She had her hand down there and was massaging his balls, feeling his distended cock thrusting into her. His impending orgasm was building pressure, its tingling heat hovering in his groin. His balls were tight and full, ready to shoot, every time he thrust into that tight pussy. Oh God! This was so fucking good. That pussy kept biting down on his cock like it had teeth. He wished life was nothing but one long fuck. One thing for sure, he was going to fuck this pussy night and day till he wore it out. “Don’t come,” he whispered. “Make it last.”

  “There’s something I want.”

  “What?” he grunted, pulling her big ass up to him.

  “I want to watch you fuck that slut you fucked in Show Low.”

  “Hey, I didn’t . . .”

  “We both know you did. And I need you to do this for me,” she whispered. “It would turn me on.”