The Mammoth Book of Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  “I would like you to bend over his knee,” Mr Yamamoto requested, still polite but voice quivering with anticipation. “Please remove your skirt and panties but keep the stockings on.”

  She did as she was asked, standing up and letting her skirt fall to the floor with one swift movement of the zipper. The panties she took her time with, aware that John and their client were watching intently as she slipped the lacy thong over the generous curves of her bottom then continued in one fluid movement to push the damp white scrap of material down her long legs to her feet before stepping elegantly out of the leg holes.

  She knelt down on the floor, resting her chest on John’s lap. Her eyes locked with his above her. He was certainly not looking at her like a professional now. Mr Yamamoto knelt behind her, fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit in that slow, controlled way. John again moved in the seat to try to get some respite from his relentlessly bulging cock. She had to brace her hands against his solid thighs as Mr Yamamoto penetrated her, his cock entering agonizingly slowly before pushing in up to the hilt. She was wildly turned on, as much by the eye contact that she retained with John as the older man fucking her. He settled into an easy rhythm, letting his cock almost fall out of her before pushing it in again as far as it would go. His experienc ed hands reached round to rub her clit at the same time and she groaned with pleasure, clit burning, pussy aching, pushing back on him every time he withdrew. As Mr Yamamoto became more excited, his strokes became shallower and faster and she reveled in the friction and the movement. He licked a finger and gently probed around the entrance to her anus, making her whimper and her pussy contract.

  “I’m going to come,” she moaned as she snaked her hand between her legs to give her clit a frantic rub.

  Mr Yamamoto pushed his roaming finger rudely into her behind and responded to her urgent moans with deep hard strokes. She changed position slightly and felt the back of her supporting arm graze John’s cock. It was huge and as hard as a rock. John’s eyes widened in shock and pleasure before refocusing on her face, training his gaze on her through heavy-lidded lustful eyes. For a moment she was lost in John’s eyes, imagining that it was he who was fucking her, that it was his hot seed inside her instead of the clinical condom. The tension built and built and suddenly it was too much and her body tensed in protest at the rigors it was being forced to undergo on a physical and mental level before releasing with a joyful rush of euphoria through every fiber of her body. Mr Yamamoto, unable to hold on in the face of her vocal orgasm, thrust into her with one final monumental movement as he came.

  As his orgasm abated, politeness returned to Mr Yamamoto. “Please excuse me.” He quickly pulled his trousers up and bustled out of the room. Alex’s bottom was still in the air but her body dropped into John’s lap, sweaty and exhausted.

  “I wish that had been me,” he croaked, his voice filled with longing and something much darker. His shaking hand stroked her hair in absent-minded fondness.

  “Me too. But you know that it would ruin everything if we slept together.”

  Mr Yamamoto re-entered the room, composure regained. “Thank you for your hospitality, you have been most kind. I must say, I think that AFM are a cut above the rest and I look forward to doing business with you.”

  As he left, Alex sat up like a shot. John’s face was a mirror image of hers as their grins spread from cheek to cheek.

  “We did it!” Sexual excitement forgotten they lurched together into a celebratory hug, even as John’s cock still bulged and Alex’s naked breasts pressed against him. It was back to business as usual.

  EROTIC ACCOUNTING

  Kay Jaybee

  “So, now you’ve had time to think about it, tell me, is it the fact I write erotica in my spare time, or the fact that I have slept with women as well as men that does it for you?”

  Stuart Daniels’s face creased in thought as he regarded his accountant. “Both. But I guess the fact you’ve had sex with women has the edge. Just thinking about it makes things stir – if you see what I mean.”

  Mia smiled at him. “Oh yes, I certainly see what you mean.”

  He left then, and she retreated back into her office. It still smelled of him, of them, of sex. Mia inhaled deeply, drawing the heady aroma in through her nostrils for one last time before flinging the windows open wide, airing the place before her next appointment.

  Her eyes fell on the small blue sofa that occupied the corner of her office. Mia could see herself so clearly, sitting there, waiting . . . The accountant’s gaze shifted to the coffee table. The magazines that had been piled up so neatly earlier were strewn across the floor.

  Closing her eyes tightly, Mia tried to banish the image of Stuart, his whole body hungry for her, her own responding eagerly, but it was a picture she could not dispel.

  He’d only come in to sign some papers. It shouldn’t have taken more than five minutes, but he’d been with her for nearly an hour . . .

  “We always end up talking about everything and anything. When I was here last time we got talking about hobbies. I can’t even remember how we got on to the subject, can you?” His dark-brown eyes twinkled mischievously as he spoke.

  An unfamiliar blush spread across Mia’s cheeks as her client looked at her. She’d had a feeling Mr Daniels would be bringing that particular subject back up. “I’m not sure. I’m also not sure why on earth I told you that I write erotica. I never tell anyone.”

  “Maybe you knew I’d appreciate that information.” Stuart’s lopsided grin seemed to be silently laughing at her.

  “Perhaps.” Mia couldn’t deny that she liked this man. His occasional visits to her office were something she looked forward to. They’d always flirted gently, happily, with no hidden agenda. Now the world felt as though it had shifted slightly on its axis, and tension seemed to hang in the air between them.

  Passing his accountant back her pen, the paperwork complete, Stuart stood to go. “It feels strange just leaving, we always have such a nice time together, chatting and stuff. Can I hug you?”

  The question, so innocent in itself, took Mia by surprise, but she didn’t resist as her client engulfed her in a massive bear hug. He smelled busy, as though he’d been rushing around all morning, building up a mild sweat that the lingering traces of his deodorant couldn’t quite cover.

  His breath tickled her ear as he asked, “Is this OK?”

  She looked up as he spoke and, as if on automatic pilot, found herself on the receiving end of an intensely passionate kiss.

  Breaking away, Stuart quickly assessed Mia’s happily shocked air for a second, before speaking with edgy urgency. “I’m sorry; I’ve just got to do this.” His voice had become throaty and gruff, and, without giving her time to react, Stuart pulled the front of Mia’s blouse as far forward as it would go, and plunged a calloused hand inside her bra, freeing both tits in one swift practiced move.

  Mia groaned into his shoulder as he played her right nipple between two fingers.

  “Hell, girl, I’ve dreamed about you so much since last time I was here.”

  “But that was weeks ago.”

  “Don’t I know it! I’ve wanked myself silly over you, trying to think of an excuse to come back here.”

  His fingers continued to move over her breasts, making her flesh quiver, until he detached one hand and shot it down the back of her suit trousers. That was when something in Mia snapped, when her surprise at the sudden change in circumstances dissolved in the presence of pure lust, and she knew she wanted Stuart as much as he wanted her. Her hands, clumsy at first, slid up inside his grey T-shirt. She gasped at the spring of the unexpectedly lightly haired torso she discovered beneath.

  Grunting in frustration, Stuart whipped his top over his head. Following his lead, Mia ditched her already dislodged shirt, and threw her bra to the floor.

  Their mouths clashed urgently, teeth scraping and tongues probing, until breathless, she pulled away, panting heavily through her words. “You’ve really fantasiz
ed about me?”

  “Oh yes.” His eyes feasted on her chest, as he held her butt in his firm grip.

  “Because I write kinky stories sometimes?”

  “And because you’re shit-hot.”

  Mia’s whole body flushed under his singeing gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She stared into his wide round eyes, feeling her pussy give an involuntary twitch as she traced a single sharp fingernail across his stubbled chin.

  Not much taller than she was, his body felt muscular and toned from hard work as she leaned against him. The air of quiet confidence Stuart gave off, the unspoken assumption that he could take her just like that, there and then in her own office, was strangely intoxicating to someone who was generally so in control of her life.

  “So,” Stuart asked as he yanked down Mia’s trousers, before pausing to caress the outline of her cream knickers, “does writing that kinky stuff turn you on?”

  Her words came out in a husky whisper. “Of course it does, and that’s sort of the point, isn’t it?”

  “Umm . . .” He nuzzled at her covered crotch with his nose, making her shuffle forward, opening her legs wider to give him better access, as he pushed a thumb along the seam of her knickers. ‘Do you just write straight stuff, or . . . ?’

  She could tell he was holding his breath as he asked the question, and she smiled down at him, immediately understanding a further fantasy he hadn’t yet disclosed to her. “I do girl-on-girl stuff too.”

  His next question came out with a kind of hopeful hushed wonder. “But how can you, you know, if you don’t know what that’s like?”

  Pulling him back up to his feet, Mia looked him squarely in the face. “And what makes you so sure that I don’t know what it’s like?”

  “Oh shit!” Stuart’s eyes shone, widening further. “Are you for real?”

  “It’s been a good few years, but yes, honey, I am for real. After all,” Mia added playfully, her confidence growing as she enjoyed the effect her revelation was having on her client, “they always say write about what you know.”

  She stretched out a palm and cupped the bulge that was growing beneath his combats. Stuart undid his belt, and pulled both his trousers and boxers to the floor, giving her an eyeful of gloriously hard cock. “How many women?”

  “Two.” Mia couldn’t stop grinning at his dreamlike expression. “Is that OK? Not too disappointed that it wasn’t hundreds?”

  “Disappointed? How the hell could I be disappointed? You’re like my dream woman come to life!”

  She almost laughed, but a voice at the back of her head told her not to. It was spurring her on, telling her to live up to his fantasy. Swallowing the urge to giggle self-consciously, she dropped to the floor and tentatively licked her visitor’s shining tip, forcing a protracted growl from his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, Mia enclosed Stuart’s length within her mouth, exploring its unfamiliar weight and texture with her tongue, before running a hand between his legs and inserting a finger into his anus.

  “Fuckin’ hell, woman,” Stuart moaned, a faint sheen of perspiration appearing on his forehead, “no one has ever . . . bloody hell.”

  Mia, very aware of the slickness between her legs and the tightening of her chest, kept going, milking him steadily, while easing her digit slowly up and down, until the first specks of pre-come leaked down her throat, when she abruptly dropped his length.

  Mia swayed a little as she withdrew and Stuart grabbed her shoulders, but she only allowed him a moment of composure before dragging him to her coffee table. Knocking its magazine contents to the floor, she sat him down on its wooden edge. Then, abandoning her client to fish in her handbag for a second, Mia produced a condom. She waved it at him purposefully and then observed Stuart while he saddled up. As she climbed astride him, she said, “I don’t see why you should have all the fun.”

  His expression was a combination of hunger and disbelief and he reached between her legs. “Bloody hell, you’re so wet!”

  “Of course I am, I’ve been sucking the tastiest dick I’ve seen in years.” Surging with an unfamiliar confidence, Mia impaled herself onto Mr Daniels’s deliciously erect shaft.

  She had intended to move with frustratingly drawn-out care, and make Stuart wait until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Perhaps she would even force him to beg for her to speed up, but the moment Mia felt him fill her, she knew patience was impossible. This accountant needed friction from her client, and she needed it now.

  Slamming up and down on his lap, Mia wrapped her arms around Stuart’s neck, just as he encircled her waist with one arm, and dropped the other down so he could search out her clit. The second he touched her nub, Mia yelped, making Stuart withdraw it in alarm.

  “Oh no, babe, put it back, please put it back!”

  He grinned suggestively at her desperate tone, replacing his fingers, while watching her face intently as it colored with desire. “Go on, babe, I want to see you come around me.”

  The urgency of his words, combined with the expert action of his hands and the perfect fit of his dick, made her pump faster and faster. Her stomach clenched and her chest constricted as Stuart tipped her over into a climax that temporarily robbed the breath from her quivering body.

  Mia’s legs trembled as she rested against him, her nipples rubbing across Stuart’s chest, his cock still wedged up inside her, sending post-climatic shock waves through her body.

  Stroking away the stray brown hairs that had fallen in front of his accountant’s eyes, Stuart kissed Mia with a gentleness that took her by surprise, before he bodily picked her up and carried her to the sofa.

  She couldn’t believe how stiff his cock still was. “Hell, how controlled are you!”

  “I’ve waited a very long time for this, honey, and I’m bloody well gonna make it last as long as my body will let me.”

  “Good.” Mia shuffled nearer to him, as he cradled her, her own hands returning to re-explore his torso.

  Returning the favor, Stuart pushed his palms against her tits, shooting sparks of electricity through every nerve in her body. As Mia watched him, enjoying the heat of his touch against her round warm breasts, she had the feeling that he wanted to say something, but was holding back. “What is it?”

  “There’s something I desperately want to do to you, with you . . . I’ve daydreamed about it . . . a lot.”

  “Tell me then!”

  “Well, ummm . . . can I take you from behind – like a dog, like a bitch on heat?”

  Mia couldn’t help but laugh at the coy way in which he asked, especially in the light of what they’d just done. “You sure can!”

  Mia scrabbled to the thickly carpeted office floor, resting on her forearms and elbows, her pulse thumping in her neck, and pushed her bum into the air.

  “You look incredible. No one would guess from that professional accountant look and that posh business suit, that you were such a bad girl underneath.” Without giving Mia the chance to respond, Stuart came up behind her and, in one glorious movement, was back inside her, a single finger working over her slippery pussy. Then Stuart took it away again, making his accountant sigh with loss; a sigh which quickly turned into a squeal of surprise when his hand smacked against her ass.

  “You like that, bitch?”

  Mia’s whimper of agreement was lost beneath her next yelp, and she could only nod as he hit her again, enjoying the way he was talking to her as much as the way he was creating her. Adopting a steady rhythm of pumps and smacks, Stuart turned her pale ass cheeks red and blotchy, and the mewls escaping from her lips into low whines.

  Abruptly Stuart’s control began to waver, and he increased his momentum. “I’m coming, girl.” Stopping the tanning of Mia’s backside, Stuart reached around her so he could pinch her taut nipples, squeezing them until she yelped. Using her tits as a lever, he roughly pulled her against his groin in a series of forceful thrusts. A moment later, Stuart was biting back a yell of satisfaction as he spunked into his accountant’s pliant
flesh.

  As she felt the heat of his release, Mia was stunned by the arrival of a second wave of orgasmic pleasure, which spread rapidly from the burn in her backside to her beautifully abused breasts, sending a knot of guttural gratification flying from her.

  They dressed in a hurry, suddenly not quite knowing what to say to each other.

  Finally, Mia broke the awkward pause that hung between them. “I have another appointment in fifteen minutes.”

  “That’s OK; I’ve got work to get back to.”

  Determined not to revert to small talk, Mia adopted a bright and breezy tone, as she prepared herself to be told that their fuck had been a one-off. “So, now you’ve lived out your fantasy, is that our friendship ruined?”

  Stuart shook his head. “I’ll always be your friend, honey, and anyway,” he said, looking just as mischievous as he had when he’d walked into her office almost an hour before, “who said I had only one fantasy concerning you?”

  The accountant, reassured more by the look of resurgent lust in his eyes than his words, grinned. “I’m glad to hear that, and I certainly look forward to learning about your other fantasies, preferably fairly soon.”

  Tipping her head to one side in an impish grin, Mia continued, “So, now you’ve had time to think about it, is it the fact I write erotica in my spare time, or the fact that I have slept with women as well as men that does it for you?”

  THE NECKLACE

  J. T. Seate

  The Bombay Gentleman’s Club was in a massive stone building that made Remington feel the weight of the British Empire’s history. He handed the doorman his hat as Colonel Caruthers came forward to greet him. The colonel sported an impressive mustache as white as the doorman’s gloves and a jaunty, pink countenance. He could have passed for a character in a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.