My Little Book of Erotic Tales

by Jordan Silver

  "Hmm, I love sucking your cock." she took it out and played with it a little before putting it back in her mouth.

  I leaned over her and fucked deep into her throat. She gagged and coughed but refused to give up.

  I kept the head at the back of her throat and just shot my load straight down into her stomach.

  I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon introducing her to kink.

  It was sometimes rough, it was definitely dirty and it was wild as fuck. She fucking tired me out. My baby girl loved dick, I think her favorite was a tossup between riding me and getting hit from behind. She wanted me to fuck her ass but I got her to hold off until I could prepare her better.

  Well what you would expect to happen when a grown man fucked an eighteen year old the whole summer, did happen. I knocked her up.

  To say our parents were not happy was an understatement, but the deed was already done.

  I took her to Vegas and put a rock on her hand and a claim on my pussy.

  The parents came around after the twins were born, Jason and Justin are two months old now and I was looking to make my daughter. The fucking had not let up except for when she needed to heal and even then my girl loved to suck me off. I was a very happy man.

  THE WIFE

  It's four days before Christmas, I'm running around like a freaking nut, one kid on each hip and one pulling my leg, why, because the two thousand dollar stroller I got to haul them around in is a tantrum inducing device, I wish the manufacturers had let me in on that little tidbit.

  Now my phone's going crazy as soon as I walk through the doors of home. I know it's that bitch again, she's been calling me on and off now for about three hours.

  Bitch had nothing better to do, I guess by hanging up on her I wasn't giving her the satisfaction she craved.

  I put the twins down and watched them run for their toy chest.

  Freedom!

  "Go play Toni."

  "Nuh uh, I stay with mama."

  Lord I love her; she's her father's daughter, none of my timidity at all.

  "Mama needs to answer the phone, go play with the boys for five minutes okay?"

  I took the phone from my pocket as my miniature image studied me as if in thought.

  She must've decided it was okay to let me out of her sight for one minute, because she went to join her brothers.

  She really took her father’s 'look after your mom' to heart.

  "Hello....."

  I walked out of the room but stayed where I could see my kids; the voice on the other end started her diatribe again.

  This time instead of hanging up I listened to the disguised voice tell me how she was screwing my husband yada yada yada.

  "You done....... okay, First you've watched one too many lifetime movies, second, I doubt very much that my husband has been screwing you as you say, I mean when would the poor man find the time, he fucks me as often as he looks at me. So...... if he has anything left for you at the end of the day, more power to him.

  Oh wait, is this little phone call a prelude to me packing up my kids and leaving my five million dollar home for you to move into, not going to happen; this is a new day bitch, the wife doesn't roll over and play dead for the skank anymore. We stand our ground and take back our shit, aside from that, I handle the checkbook in this house so if my hubby has been fucking you as you say you sure haven't been getting anything out of it, cheap whore." Click.

  Now I'm usually too shy to even open my mouth but enough was enough; this beast has been calling me for months now with her nonsense and I'm at the end of my rope.

  I went to join my kids on the floor as they rolled around on their little colored mats playing tickle monsters.

  I wondered if I should call Anthony and tell him about his stalkers' latest attempt but thought better of it.

  My husband was busy enough dealing with his business, the holidays were a busy stressful time for him, the last thing he needed was to be burdened by this shit that I could take care of myself.

  Of course I'd forgotten that Anthony has radar where I'm concerned, so I wasn't too surprised when the phone lit up with his number and special ring.

  "What's wrong baby?"

  "Nothing's wrong baby everything's good."

  "The kids okay?"

  "Yeah, we got some shopping done today, just got back as a matter of fact."

  "I wish you'd wait until I can go with you, that's too much with three kids under the age of five baby."

  "We were fine, I promise."

  "I still don't like it."

  I rolled my eyes; he's such a guy, always thinking he has to look out for little old me.

  "Don't roll your eyes at me babe." He laughed.

  "What, you have the house wired?"

  "Maybe...."

  I wouldn't put it pass him.

  "Did you get everything done today then?"

  "Nope, I still have a truckload of things to buy."

  "Then we'll go tomorrow when I'm off, no argument."

  "Fine, now that I've got you on the phone what do you want for dinner?"

  "What were you planning on making Trisha; you know I'll eat whatever you make."

  "Drunken chicken sounds good."

  "Sounds perfect love, I'll see you later, give my babies a kiss for me."

  "Will do babe, see you soon."

  We hung up after sending each other kisses.

  Yeah, he's cheating; my ass.

  You see, I'm one of those chicks who thinks with her head and tells her heart to shut the fuck up.

  The heart is deceitful above all else, now any other woman being bombarded with calls about her husband stepping out on her would be climbing the walls right about now, not this chick.

  We live in a different time now.

  Now you use your head, you think.

  Why would my husband's supposed mistress feel the need to call me with that news, I'm not married to her skank ass, let the man I'm married to tell me to get out, and even then I won't be going anywhere.

  Whatever he has now belongs to my kids, I'm looking out for their interests first and foremost.

  Luckily I'm not married to a brainless asshole that has no respect for me or our vows, so the little tramp that has her sights set on my man was barking up the wrong tree.

  The thing is, when you're married to a handsome successful man with eyes that will make your maiden aunt strip to her skivvies in the middle of downtown on a busy day, you learned to expect idiot women coming out of the woodwork.

  I had to glare more women to shame than a little bit, but I'm no fool.

  I make sure his focus stays on me and our family, no whining and bitching when he comes home from a hard day, he has his job to do and I have mine.

  We respect each other that way.

  He knows how hard taking care of babies can be, not because I beat him over the head with it, but because he sees firsthand.

  He's no weekend dad either, from the moment he walks through the door in the evenings, the little rascals are all over him for their belly rubs and raspberry kisses.

  Then he gets to unwind for at least an hour before dinner time and then it's bath time.

  We have a routine down pat.

  When he has time to be laying pipe outside the house is beyond me, I wonder how many homes the little bitch has wrecked with her trick.

  I didn't really care enough to dwell on it though so.... oh well.

  By the time Anthony got home that evening the kids were tuckered out except for Toni.

  Toni is my three and a half-year-old daughter, she's the apple of her daddy's eye.

  The twins Braxton and Bradley were down for a nap, which meant their one and a half year-old behinds will be up until eleven at least.

  Tomorrow was Saturday, shopping day, we'll see.

  "Daddy daddy daddy....."

  My baby ran to the door that led off the kitchen to the garage, arms flailing around in the air in her excitement.

  Anthony
came through the door tie loosened, buttons undone and this look in his eye that made my hoohah start doing her happy dance.

  Sheeeeeiiiitt.

  He could be doing the whole Olympic swim team and their sister, I wasn't giving that up.

  "How're my girls?"

  He picked Toni, up in his arms and blew raspberries in her neck, making her squeal, while his eyes ate me up.

  I bit my lip and rubbed my legs together like a cricket, he did one of those eye drop things where he looked down at my legs and back up at my face in less than two seconds.

  Damn, the kids are going to bed early tonight.

  He walked over to give me my greeting which involved a deep French kiss with his free hand on my ass, hello daddy.

  Toni as was usual broke the spell by clapping and cheering; even at a young age she understood what it meant for mama and daddy to be affectionate.

  The two of them disappeared upstairs where Anthony will change out of his clothes while Toni gave him a running narrative of her day through the closet door.

  That was their ritual, what wasn't was his bellowing my name from up the stairs.

  I hurried to get to him so his yelling didn't wake the boys which would only make them extremely cranky.

  I came into our bedroom just as he was telling Toni to go play for a minute while he talked to mama.

  "What's the matter, what's going on?"

  "Who was on the phone?"

  For a minute I really had no idea what he was talking about.

  "What phone......?”

  "Don't fuck with me Trisha, who were you telling that they watch too much lifetime movies and that you were sure your husband wasn't fucking them?"

  How the fuck.....before I could open my mouth to ask how he knew this shit he told me.

  "Your daughter told me every word."

  "How, she was in the play room, I stood outside and I wasn't loud."

  "She heard anyway, that's not the point here, the point is that I called and asked if something was the matter, you lied to me....."

  "I didn't, not really, look I can handle that shit okay, I don't need you to fight my battles for me...."

  "Who the fuck are you talking to?"

  The twins set up a howling that put an end to that conversation thank heaven.

  I turned to go see to them but was stopped short by his stern voice behind me.

  "We're not done here, when the kids are down for the night we're going to have words, I told you about this shit before."

  I sucked my teeth but not loud enough for him to hear I think.

  Yes we'd had words before about his need to control every aspect of my life, not that I minded but I didn't want to burden him with every little thing that came along, it just seemed so......tiring somehow.

  I'm strong, or at least I try to be, life had not always been fair and I understand some of why he took that position of protector with me, but I wanted him to know that I was capable of seeing to me and the kids when he wasn't here.

  Nothing more was said as we fed and bathed the kids, he was his usual attentive self with them but he barley said anything to me all evening other than what was necessary.

  Whatever, I'm not about to let some bitch be the topic of conversation in my house not for a second.

  It wasn't as late as I expected when we put the last kid down for the night, Anthony had barely closed the door to the nursery before he was pulling me by the hand towards our room.

  "Anthony you're really blowing this whole thing out of proportion, I handled it, I know you like to take care of everything but I'm not completely useless you know."

  Maybe I shouldn't have said that in such a combative way, he hated that, but really I was just trying to make his life easier why couldn't he see that.

  "You seem to be under the delusion that this is a fucking democracy, it isn't, I've told you before, if there's a problem I need to know about it, I cannot take care of you and my kids if I don't know what the fuck is going on, this is not a joke, now who the fuck was on the phone?"

  Okay he was pissing me off, really, it's not like I did anything wrong, shit; looks like that bitch was going to get her wish after all, we were discussing her slimy ass.

  "I don't know who was on the phone, the bitch just called to tell me she's been fucking you and that you want me and the kids gone but don't know how to tell me."

  "At least I know you have more sense than to believe that shit but you still messed up, what're you supposed to do when this crack pot calls you?"

  "Anthony, you might've married me when I was eighteen but I'm not a complete ninny, I can take care of myself you know."

  "Are you out of your fucking mind Trisha?"

  I took a deep breath, looked like the bitch had really caused trouble anyway.

  "I'm not fighting with you about this, I did what I had to at the time, sorry I don't feel like calling you every time I stub my fucking toe......" Oh shit, what the fuck was wrong with me?

  "What did you say?"

  "Seriously Anthony we've been dealing with this shit for five years already you think I don't know what I'm doing, I don't need you to wipe my ass every time this bitch raise her ugly head."

  I've really gone around the bend, either that or I wanted a good hard fucking because that's exactly what I was gonna get if I kept this shit up.

  He was too pissed to even speak for a minute; he just pointed at me and growled 'strip' before turning to the closet.

  "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that......"

  Fuck, I knew what he was going for.

  I got up and took my clothes off, no use in making him even angrier by disobeying.

  Anthony

  Obviously Trisha has lost her damn mind, that's the only explanation for her behavior, she knows I admire her strength and the fact that she can handle the more mundane things in life but this was no small thing.

  This woman whoever the fuck she is is seriously bent, she'd sent shit in the mail that needed the FBI's involvement, thank heaven it turned out to be a harmless substance, but she'd proven she could get past our defenses.

  She'd made threats against my family, we've changed numbers I don't know how many times, and still she found the new ones.

  It was to the point where I hated for Trisha to even leave the house alone, I've been playing with the idea of hiring body guards but the mail had come from states away and the profiler had assured us that this person was no real threat other than through outside communication, that didn't stop me from feeling uncomfortable every time I left them though.

  This person started this shit right when we first started dating, then when Trisha was pregnant with Toni, the shit had gotten worst, she'd been MIA for a while now and we were beginning to think she was gone for good but now this.

  I looked at Trisha as I came out of the closet with the riding crop in hand; I was pissed and turned on at the same time, that's usually how I always ended up when dealing with my wife and her stubbornness.

  "I feel like fucking your pussy raw, in fact I'm pretty sure that's what I'm going to do"

  I approached her as she scooted back on the bed, hands out in front as if to ward me off.

  "Please Anthony, I said was I sorry."

  Yeah, whatever.

  I dragged her by her ankles back to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide and slapped her pussy with the riding crop.

  She tried closing her legs as I brought the crop down again and again.

  "Keep your legs there or I'll add ten more lashes to the count. This'll teach you to mouth off at me again."

  I gave her pussy ten hard smacks with the crop, right on her clit and in her slit. When she was red and puffy, I pulled her onto my ten and a half inch cock and fucked the shit out of her as she begged me to stop.

  "Please Anthony it's too hard."

  Wrapping my hand around her throat I choked her.

  "Shut...the...fuck...up, you asked for this shit."

  I pounded her pussy as I s
lapped her tits with the tip of the crop. She was in for a long night, after this I don't think I will ever have to tell her about her mouth again.

  I teased her with my cock making it good so she would beg me for more even as I punished her ass.

  "You gonna fuck up again?" I pulled all the way out and held at her pussy lips making her beg for it.

  "Please, I'll be good I promise, please."

  "Tell me...."

  "I'll be good, I'll tell you everything, I won't be bad again, just please give me your cock."

  I let her have it all, fucking her deep until she was creaming my cock and pleading for her sore pussy at the same time.

  I pulled out and clamped my shit with my fingers to stop myself from cumming.

  "Kneel."

  She scrambled to her knees and I blasted her tits with my jizz.

  It ran down her plump tits to her nipples before dripping down to her stomach.

  Scooping some off with my fingers I fed it to her before feeding her my tongue and fucking her sore pussy with my fingers.

  My leaky cock was caught between our stomachs as I pulled her head back and devoured her mouth.

  "Get me hard, I want in that ass."

  MY LITTLE GIRL

  I snuck into Jonathan's bed again in the early morning hours, he was being good to me, or we were being good to each other.

  He had my leg up over his shoulder, opening me wide as I laid on my side; his eleven inch cock was see sawing into my sopping wet pussy as his large callused hand grabbed my tit."You're so deep daddy, you really missed me huh."

  "I always miss you baby girl, you and your snapper pussy."

  "Did you fuck anyone while you were away?"

  That was always my fear that he would find someone else on one of his travels.

  "No baby, I saved it all for you."

  We've been fucking for almost a year right under the nose of my parents, you see my dad

  was the caretaker for Jonathan's property and my mom was the cook.

  My family and I had moved here three years ago, and from the beginning I wanted him, my little

  pussy would get so wet at night when I imagined him touching me, but no matter what I did