Collection of Sensual Erotic Stories - Volume 1 (Real Life Stories)

by Michelle Bennett

  During that time, she was telling a story about the house we rented. At the end she only commented “Do you see the kind of pictures your professor likes to take? He is really foolish, looking at my pussy the whole time. It seems like it’s constantly on his mind.”

  Then she spoke to me. “Just so you know, you are not the only one obsessed by my pussy, so be careful what you’re doing. I don’t even care anyhow what others are doing or thinking.

  “I live my life doing everything I want. Sleep for as long as I want, go out with my friends whenever I want. Dress how I want. Say anything I want. Hey, anyone who likes it, okay, but whoever doesn’t can just go away. Ha, ha, ha, ha …isn’t that right my dear husband? Come on say it. You like your wife. Tell them what I can do. You know I used to enjoy teasing him and humiliating him, and he took it all in stride, just to be with me.

  “God, when I remember all the stuff I used to do to him. Ha, ha...I simply cannot comprehend why everyone is running after me, chasing me.

  “Go on and tell them what happened at the beach. Admit that everyone on the beach turned to look at me. There were some guys who would stare at my body for like two hours. Well, what can I do? I’m used to it by now. Wherever I go, people just stare at me, and begin talking nonsense, especially the people I work with.”

  “Would you tell us about that?” said Joan. “I, for one, am very interested.”

  “Well what can I say? I draw a lot of attention from both male and female colleagues. What can I do? It’s not my fault.” She laughed. “They stick to me, run around me, buy me gifts, and try to please me. They often invite me to be a guest at their homes. Then they try to greet me nicely, and to be good hosts.

  “Let me tell you about what happened to me last summer when I was invited by one of my friends, Isabel. By the way, she was constantly asking me to come for a visit. She used to tell me that she and her husband always wanted to treat me.

  “‘Alice, come visit us,’ Isabel pleaded. ‘My John is going to order the barbecue you like so much from a nearby restaurant.’

  “I really had no reason to turn that offer down so one day I decided to go and visit them. Of course I got ready and dressed especially for the occasion.”

  Chapter 2

  “I ordered my husband to iron my outfit. I got dressed in a miniskirt he bought me. He liked that skirt and couldn’t resist buying it for me. He likes to buy me things he knows would make me especially desirable. Also this is the only opportunity for him to see my sexy side, and when I get back home from work.

  “That husband of mine thinks that if he pleases me in various ways he will get to see my pussy. You know that until now he never was wrong about the size of my clothing, because he obviously knows my body, which he looks at not only during the day, but also dreams about every night.

  “He must totally be obsessed with me. Ha, ha, ha....That skirt fit me perfectly. The upper part was cut so it was pinned to my hips, and the bottom part was pleated from the middle of my ass. The miniskirt is very short, so it is inevitable for the pleated part to lift and show off my ass every time I bend down a little. I like to wear this skirt because the fabric is very soft and nice.

  “I wore a tight, short, red sleeveless shirt. I topped the outfit off with my new red high-heel sandals. Hey, let me find you some photos of me wearing that skirt in my laptop.”

  While she was searching for the photos, she continued with her story. “After I finished getting ready, I gave this slave of mine a few orders, what needed to be done while I was having a good time. I ordered him to vacuum the carpets, dust, scrub the bathroom, iron my clothes, wash some of my shirts and skirts, fix the bed for sleeping, and cook lunch for tomorrow. I always need to give him a few assignments so he won’t get lazy and sloppy. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

  “While I was giving him his homework, I demanded for him to kneel in front of me, kiss my legs, knees and ass since I know that excites him and gives him a motive to work.

  “There, I finally found the document I was looking for with some of my photos. Look at that miniskirt. How do you like it?” She turned the laptop and started to explain the details of where those photos were taken.

  “It is a very short skirt!” Joan said “You look dangerous in it. Woman, you can see your ass on this one!”

  “Really?! Was that the one you took before I went to the farewell party for one of my workers? I can’t remember. Who could find their way around here? There are a lot of photos of me in here. He uses every opportunity to take a picture when I get ready to go out.

  “I usually don’t forbid him to do it. He can take as many pictures as he wants to look at me later. It costs me nothing, and means a lot to him. There you see this one. We were at a birthday party of my nephew in a restaurant.”

  “Damn. You can’t make out if the skirt is really shorter or if the cleavage is deeper. Look at the size of those heels. You look very provocative,” commented Joan.

  “Well, what does it matter? I like to dress that way. Here, this professor of yours adores staring at those photos all night long. While I’m asleep he flips through them, looks at them and fantasizes. That is his inspiration, and I think he jerks off every night.”

  “Come on Alice. You are being horrible. Why are you torturing the man so much?” said Joan.

  Paul interrupted, “Okay, okay, just continue with the story. But before you do, please tell me if you and the professor ever go visit people together. Here, us two, we go everywhere together all the time. We go to boring family celebrations, birthday parties and so on.”

  “No. When I go visit my friends I always go alone. I don’t want him bothering me. That is my opportunity to relax and enjoy myself. Since I felt good about myself then, and felt happy with the way I looked I decided to do one more thing to him before I left.

  “While I was at the desk putting my makeup on, I lifted one of my legs to the sofa and ordered him to kiss it. Since my legs were spread apart, he started to kiss my inner thighs and went to my pussy. I quickly moved his head away. His behavior irritated me. He actually dared to go after my pussy without permission.

  “Can you believe that? Give him a hand and he wants to take the whole arm. He knows very well that if he chose to be with me, he has to fulfill all of my wishes. Since he was so rude I decided to fuck him out completely, and after a while took a piss in his mouth.

  “At that point I needed to go to the bathroom since before that I ate a watermelon. I thought since I have got to do it, I could easily do it in his mouth just so I could get rid of him for a while. Ha, ha. I knew that after that I could demand anything from him and expect him to do any work that came to my mind since he would do them hoping I would maybe give him access to my pussy again.

  “I used to piss on him a lot before and he used to get really hot sex after, that is why I wanted to give him some hope, just this time I took a more direct approach, in his mouth. Ha, ha, ha …

  After I expertly put on my makeup and put some perfume on, I went to the bathroom. I stopped at the foyer in front of a large mirror to check how I looked. While I fixed my hair, I saw him sitting in the living room watching me. All the time I was moving my ass seductively.

  “Then I abruptly turned to face him, put my hands on my hips and started yelling.

  “‘What is it? Why are you looking at me like that? You just keep staring at my ass and tits. Don’t get on my nerves now, because for punishment I will piss inside your mouth,’ I yelled at him. Then I went to the bathroom and shouted that I needed to go bad, and I am not going to repeat myself. He was supposed to come running. Of course he listened straightaway.

  Chapter 3

  “I ordered him to take off my panties. Then he sat next to the toilet. When I turned my ass to him he put his head directly above the toilet seat. His mouth was just a few inches away from my pussy. I commanded him to drink all of my piss. He was not supposed to spray me since I already had my makeup and perfume on. I pulled my high-heeled sandals to the edge of th
e toilet, lowered my ass a bit, bent my knees and lowered my head so I could take a good look. I took hold of my knees. When I waited for the splash to come I looked at my legs and his head below my pussy.

  “I was ecstatic with the way I looked and with this pose. I enjoyed looking at my tanned legs covered and glowing with the scented oil I put on my body. The high heels made all of my leg muscles pop out.

  “Finally I felt a strong splash that bathed all of his face. Ha, ha, ha. I was actually pissing directly on his ear at one time, but he expertly corrected himself and opened his mouth which was filled up in no time. I looked him directly in his eyes. I lifted a little bit and pissed on his nose and eyebrows.

  “His face was glowing from the warm smelly liquid. Then I directed the splash back into his mouth. I was yelling at him the whole time to swallow.

  “The splash was like a whirlwind in his mouth. Bubbles of foam were pouring together with the liquid down his cheeks and chin.

  “All of a sudden he stuck out his tongue and directed it under the stream of my piss. While I was pissing on him I also yelled out all the things he needed to do that afternoon and night. Ha, ha, ha, ha. At the very end, an already weakened splash was leaking directly into his mouth and his tongue. I made him drink the lot under my careful glare. I told him I could see him swallowing and he better not let anything spill out. I was pleased to note that he swallowed everything with light movements.

  “Besides that, I told him to lick me and not miss a single drop. He obediently went to my crotch. The last drops were collected by his tongue which was placed a few inches from my pussy. When I was done I ordered him to wipe me off with paper and to pull up my red thong. He was very careful and gentle. He took a large sheet of toilet paper and gently wiped up my freshly shaven pussy.

  “He treated me like I was a piece of finest crystal or porcelain. He put on my panties and with his hands fixed all the creases on my pleated skirt. With the same paper he used to wipe up my pussy he started to wipe his mouth and chin. Ha, ha, ha, ha. There, that was my reward to him. I gave him an incentive to work around the house while I went out and had a good time. Lately I haven’t practiced rewarding him that way.

  “Before I used to do it on a daily basis, even two or three times a day, and now those moments were rare. He is still crazy about me and is ready for anything just to get a little attention from me and hope of getting a piece of my pussy. With that I pleased him and eased myself since I needed to use the bathroom before I left.

  “I can safely say I totally enjoyed pissing on my servant.

  “Dominant like this, looking sexy, and smiling, I watched through my spread legs how liquid sprayed the mouth, face, nose and ears of my slave. I yelled at him to open wide and to drink my liquids. I saw him swallowing and the remnants of the liquid spilling through his chin and disappearing behind his shirt. I even pissed on a lock of his hair and his neck.

  “This dog swallowed it whole and licked just like I ordered him. Of course I knew that afterward I would be visiting friends where I would enjoy more attention, and the slave would be in this house cooking, cleaning and filling out my orders. I also knew he was going to jerk of immediately thinking of me just to ease himself and calm down. Ha, ha, ha.

  “Otherwise he would have to spend the whole afternoon and evening walking around with a hard cock and he wouldn’t be able to walk straight. He is aware that he has to work hard and fulfill all of my demands so he could hope, if he is good and obedient, to get some pussy from me.

  “I was sure that after I had left he was doing all of the chores, running around content having had that little attention from me. When I got home that night the apartment was shining. It’s great, believe me. Ha, ha, ha.

  “Right after, I told him I was going to go since I didn’t want to be late. I ordered him to wash his face and change his shirt so he could go out and open the garage door for me so I wouldn’t get dirty. ‘Come on. Hurry up. I don’t want to wait. My barbecue at Isabel’s is going to get cold.’

  “When he opened the garage door I realized that I was missing my cigarettes so I sent him to the nearest store to buy me some cigarettes and gum. He came back after a minute. He took out some wet tissues out of his pocket and gave them to me through an opened car window.

  “He knew I was always careful about hygiene and I always needed wet tissues.

  “I was very pleased that he remembered to buy them since I didn’t give him that order, but he always seemed to remember exactly what I was missing and needed. He doesn’t actually do anything else except think of me and the various things he could do to keep me happy and satisfied, hoping I would give him what he longed for.

  “While I was waiting for him in the car for a minute or so I analyzed my looks. I looked at the rear view mirror of the car to check if my makeup was ok. I was super content with how I looked. The car was always clean because he washes it constantly. I found nice music on the radio. I felt wonderful and powerful and I had a craving for something more. I ordered him to come closer, and kneel down beside the door. He could barely bend down looking at my slim body and naked legs. I shifted the steering wheel into first gear and got ready to go.

  “Then I ordered him, ‘Come on, open up your mouth quickly. I want to spit. You know how I like that.” I spit directly into the mouth of my slave, and drove off to have a good time. Ha, ha, ha….

  “Of course during the drive, at all of the traffic lights and crossroads everyone was looking at my legs, cleavage, shouted some things and took long turns after my white Golf.”

  “Alice. It looks like all you ever do is drive the professor crazy and nothing more. That really isn’t right.”

  “So what? I don’t care. I do what I want. If he wants to be with me he knows he has to fulfill all of my wishes. He needs to make all the effort over my pussy. That’s how it always has been.”

  Chapter 4

  “When I reached my colleague’s house, I was bombarded with compliments from all sides. They gave me a central spot, on a wide sofa. The colleague’s husband was looking at me with eyes and mouth wide open like he had just seen an alien. He took out a clean cloth from the closet and placed it quickly on my seat. I noticed him looking at my ass and thighs.

  “Those two are very crazy. They’re constantly fooling around, and their favorite topic is sex. They could talk about it for days. Isabel served the food soon after I got there. Something sweet, coffee and drinks. We fooled around a bit and gradually John and Isabel started to talk about their favorite topic. John told a lot of jokes about sex and carefully watched me. I accepted his joking and felt just great.

  “Later John went out to buy us cold beers and to bring the barbecue from the restaurant nearby. When we were alone, Isabel told me I looked very sexy and fuckable.

  “‘Alice. No wonder everybody at work has the hots for you.’ Wanting to know more details, I said ‘Who has the hoots for me? Don’t be silly!’

  “‘Trust me, Alice, you have been the main topic at work for a long time. When you came to work dressed very sexy the whole office heard about your attractive, fuckable looks. You must have noticed some of our colleagues coming to your desk asking you things, and all the time they kept staring at your extra short miniskirt.

  “‘They talk about your looks so much that some of them called their friends to comment with an added extra. Do you know that the colleague you are sitting with called his buddy who just happens to be working ten miles away to come by for a visit and take a look? Of course he came by and just kept staring, so they had a hard time making him go back to work.’

  “That did sound familiar and like nothing strange, since I was indeed getting attention and lustful looks from my colleagues, but until now I wasn’t aware of the reaction from that particular event.

  “Isabel also told me that she noticed how some of our younger colleagues, after talking to me in my office where I would hand out orders, went behind garages to jerk off. They mentioned how excited they were numerous
times. They said I was a strict but fair boss, also demanding but they were ready to do anything, even swallow my curses and insults just to please me because I excited them so much.

  “‘Alice, I heard with my own two ears,’ Isabel said, “that older colleagues kept nagging the younger ones. Every time they saw them walking out of your office the older colleagues told the younger ones to go and jerk off first, and then to get to work.’

  “At that moment, John came back with the hot barbecue. We ate with fervor since the meat was perfectly prepared. ‘That was chosen just for you,’ said the host. ‘I told them to take the best meat they had, since it was for a special guest.’ After such a good dinner I felt full and thought I was going to burst. After cold beers and a fresh salad I was totally content. That’s what I told my hosts. I could see that they were both pleased when I complimented them.

  “‘I could easily lie down and sleep,’ I said, touching my flat stomach. They offered for me to lie down on their comfortable couch. I kept listening to their stories as they continued to fool around. I sipped at my drink slowly and started to enjoy myself, and I decided to turn them on a little bit for fun. I looked seductively at John, watching if he was getting aroused, but I didn’t notice any sign of it. I wasn’t taught that someone could look at me all the time, admire my curves and not get a hard on.

  I started to lazily go through my hair with my fingers, and listened to the conversation.

  “Then I relaxed on one side of the couch, turning my pelvis towards John. The leg that was crossed was moving up and down asking them what they thought about my sandals. Just by ‘accident,’ I moved the pleated part of my skirt just a little and showed some more of my naked thighs. At that moment, their cat walked in. I don’t like cats, but I lifted myself up to pet her, giving them another round of pleasure.

  “The cat was lying on the floor. I went to her. Standing on my high heels, I bent towards the cat not bending my knees. The muscles on my legs were stretched like a wire. The high heel of my sandal lifted up my calves and tightened my thighs, making my ass hard as a rock. The more I bent down, the more the back part of my skirted lifted.