55 Erotic Sex Stories (hot sex/babysitter/threesome/office sex/maid sex/beach sex/college girls/group sex/nurse sex/anal)

by Kelly Sanders

  I told him as he worked away at my now throbbing pussy that I was going to cum. He stopped thrusting, and then pulled his cock out and jerked it as I hopped off the top. I stood looking into the mirror as he stood behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and then slapping them lightly. I jerked forward as he penetrated me, sliding his huge cock between my pussy lips again from behind. He placed his hands on my hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled my body back onto his dick. He watched over my shoulders as my breasts wobbled in the mirror. I was bent over with my hands resting on the sink where I had just been sitting. A small pool of pussy juice had formed where my crotch had been – I had never been so excited, or so wet!

  He continued to slam it inside me, knocking me forward with every powerful thrust. I lowered my hand to my crotch and stretched out a few fingers. As he fucked me I started to rub firmly at my clitoris, spreading my sticky, warm pussy juice over it as I built myself up to an orgasm. I was crying out and swearing loudly as he groaned behind me, almost drowning out the sound of our skin slapping together. He spanked my ass a few times and then reached down to grab my hands. I had no choice but to do as he wanted, as he was so strong. He grasped my wrists and held them behind my back as he continued to fuck me. With my hands bound I had no choice but to rest my face on the counter, spreading the pool of pussy juice around as my body shook back and forth. He pushed me closer to the mirror and let go of my hands, instead choosing to hold my shoulders up as he peered into the mirror over them. He kissed my neck underneath my ears, nibbling at the soft skin as he pushed me hard against the hard top. I could hear his breath getting extremely loud and exaggerated, and I knew he would cum soon.

  I managed to squeeze my hand back down to my clitoris to rub myself again. He thrust into me a few more times and then groaned ecstatically as he removed his bulging cock from my vagina. He jerked his glistening shaft a couple of times and then unloaded huge spurts of hot, milky semen onto my ass cheeks. I could feel the drops of his cum hitting my skin like warm rain, and as he sighed and stood away from me he watched in amazement as I brought myself to orgasm. I rubbed frantically at my clitoris, dripping pussy juice down my inner thigh as his cum dribbled down the back of my legs. I trembled as I sent myself over the edge, with my legs shaking uncontrollably. He gripped my body as his cock started to go limp, and held me in his arms whispering dirty words into my ears as I came. His hot breath on my neck was the icing on the orgasmic cake.

  After we cleaned up, Robert insisted on taking my private cell number so he could call me on his way home. I told him he could have it but that I did not want this to become a torrid love affair. I gave him the excuse that I did not want to be the “other woman.” I also added in passing that the video would keep me company while I was home alone and needed some visual stimulation while masturbating. Of course he made me promise not to show anyone. I responded by telling him to keep his promise and we would have a good thing going. Of course I knew I took the video for insurance not to get fucked in the process of fucking. I also asked him if the haggard old bitch of and assistant had a paralegal degree. He took the hint and told me that she did not. I asked how “attached” to her he was. His responded accordingly and knew immediately what I wanted.

  The next day at work, I received an email confirmation from one of the best law programs in the city. It was accepted and enrolled in the upcoming paralegal program. I had never even applied. Apparently Robert was showing me that he got my message loud and clear.

  It took me six months to complete the program. I passed with a perfect score on the test and got my certificate. I found out that the program was paid for by a private benefactor who chose to remain anonymous. Interestingly enough, the program was offered at the same law school Robert graduated from decades ago.

  On lighter note, six months and one day later, Robert’s secretary mysteriously resigned. I will give you one guess who he hired to replace her the very next day.

  Getting Even

  I was with Jerry for three years. We lived together in a Soho loft apartment and I thought we had a great relationship. I found out about three days ago that he was cheating on me. I did not want to believe that I could be so stupid to miss the signs but I was. My best friend Marci saw them out in a club last week and warned me but I did not want to listen.

  A few days ago I was cleaning the apartment and found a pair of earrings that did not belong to me. Worse yet, I found a pair of black lace panties in the trash can in the bathroom. I never owned a pair of lace panties. I only wear g-string underwear. I knew they were hers, or at the very least, they belonged to someone other than me.

  I did not know how many times Jerry fucked around on me and I really did not care to know. All I knew was I was going to get even with him if it was the last thing I could do.

  I called Marci on the phone and asked her to come over. It was four o’clock on a Saturday afternoon and jerk off Jerry said he was going to see a ball game with one of his friends. I did not know if I could believe him or not but I knew he would be gone for most of the afternoon and well into the night.

  When Marci got to my place I showed her what I had found. I asked her if she would let me stay with her for a few days until I could start looking for a place to live. She told me I could stay with her as long as I needed to and that she was happy that I was not crying. I was not upset or heartbroken, I was simply mad; mad at myself and pissed at asshole for making me feel stupid.

  I told her that I wanted to get even and I was going to do it the best way I knew how. We spent the next three hours packing my things. I took everything I brought into the house and all my personal items. My clothes made up the bulk of what I owned but I also had a lot of kitchen stuff and framed prints to pack. When we got finished it looked like nobody even lived in the apartment. Almost everything that was in the place was mine. All that was left was the mattress, which we left on the floor because the bed frame was mine, a few dishes in the opened cabinets, his clothes and his CD collection. Everything else was packed and ready for the movers to take to storage. I packed a suitcase with some clothes so I did not need to go to the storage unit for a while and we waited.

  Marci grabbed a bottle of vodka and a half gallon of orange juice from the liquor store while I waited for the movers to arrive. She came back with the package goods and pulled two of jack asses frosted beer mugs out of the freezer. She filled them with ice, poured them half full with vodka and topped them off with orange juice.

  We clicked our glasses together and toasted my leaving to start over again. She told me she was proud of me for being so strong. She said she had never met a twenty something year old with such guts and beauty. I said she was just being nice but she just pointed at my portfolio lying on top of one of the boxes and said, “Anyone that can model like that is definitely beautiful.” I made a joke and said I was talking about being strong, I already knew I was beautiful.

  We finished our drinks and poured one more before the buzzer rang. I hit the intercom and confirmed that it was the moving company, and then I buzzed them up. The two movers were very well build and handsome. One was a white guy that wore a name tag on his overalls that simply read “Bob”. The other was a bald, and strikingly handsome, black guy named Kevin.

  They moved my stuff to the van down at the curb in front of my building. It did not take them more than a half hour while Marci and I watched them in action. I told her I was strangely attracted to Kevin and wondered what it would be like to fuck a black guy. She smiled and said she was thinking the same thing. As we were giggling they came back in the room. Kevin said they were finished and that I needed to sign some paperwork. We offered them a screwdriver and Kevin accepted but Bob declined. We figured Bob was the party pooper of the group so we did not push the issue. Instead we flirted with Kevin for a while.

  It turned out that Kevin was a mover by day but a disk jockey at night. He flashed a brilliant white smile at us and told us he would put our names on his guest list if we wanted to come a

nd hear him spin for the night. He was working at a new club in the village and the joint was invite only so we were excited to check it out. We exchanged numbers and he took our names down on a small piece of paper. He sent me a text of the exact address from his phone and kissed us each on the cheek like a true gentleman as he left. Bob loped along behind him barely looking at us as he mumbled good bye under his breath.

  Marci and I left the panties and the earrings in the empty beer mugs, took our vodka bottle and jug of orange juice and left. I shut the door with the key still inside the apartment on the kitchen counter next to the mugs. I took a deep breath and stepped into the rest of my life as I descended down the stairs for the very last time. I knew I never wanted to see the building, apartment or the asshole that lived in there with me for the last few years ever again. I had to admit I was nervous, a little scared, and quite melancholy as I left the apartment. I did not know what to expect in the big city all by myself and I wondered if I even wanted to get into a relationship with a guy ever again. I guess my feelings were normal for a girl who gave her heart foolishly and I tried not to dwell on it. Unfortunately I could not stop thinking about it.

  Marci told me the best thing I could do was to stop thinking about the past and focus on the future. She told me that the moving guy was pretty hot and that we had a fun filled night ahead of us so she was not going to tolerate a “party pooper”. She smiled at me and stopped me dead in my tracks. Holding her hands on both of my shoulders she told me that I had the rest of my life to look forward to. She was not going to let a snake like my ex boyfriend ruin a perfectly good woman and if need be should would have him killed. We both laughed and I told her that it was not that serious. I just hated change and feared the unknown too much. I needed to embrace change and look forward to the future if I was going to move on. Worse than that, I really felt like I needed to get even with the bastard. She told me the best way to get even is not to let him get under my skin and to live my life happily without him or his bullshit. I had to agree with her. After all, what other options did I have? There was no way I was going to stay with him and I had no intention on listening to his lies or pathetic excuses. I was determined to have a good time so we focused on what was coming next on our agenda for the evening.

  The line for the club was wrapped around the corner. For a “private” club the word seemed to spread all through the tri-state area pretty quick. People stood for hours waiting to hear the vibe and get a glimpse of the inside. Marci and I were dressed to the nines, wearing short skirts and glittering tank tops. We each wore high heel leather boots that hugged our thighs with matching bags. As we strutted past the multitude of people waiting to get in, all heads turned. I loved the attention. It was just what I needed after finding out I had been cheated on repeatedly. My ego needed a boost and things started off pretty good outside on the sidewalk. I hoped for a great night inside the club as well.

  We walked up to the nondescript door. It was a grey painted metal door at the top of three concrete stairs. There was a red light bulb jutting out of the concrete wall at the top left corner of the frame and no sign at all. The stairs were cordoned off with red velvet ropes. Two large bouncers dressed in black suites with white shirts and black ties wore communication headsets behind the rope. One of them held a clip board with a list of names attached to it. I assumed he was the guy to speak with. The many people standing in line separated from the door by the bouncers and the theater ropes were steaming as we walked right past them and spoke to the bouncer. He quickly found my name which indicated me and a guest were invited, unhooked the thick red velvet rope from the stand and let us in. The other bouncer opened the heavy, grey metal door for us. They let us pass like movie stars.

  A heavy rhythmic beat of the base permeated the concrete walls of the dark, candle lit, hallway we traversed to get to the lobby. Trance, house and hip-hop sounds were molded together brilliantly by our black disk jockey friend Kevin. The vibe he created in the club was magical. Smoke machines poured out wafting puffs of thick white vapor that flickered and changed color with the many stage lights that peppered the club’s high ceilings.

  We had several drinks before we approached the DJ booth to say hello to Kevin. He was ecstatic to see us and asked his protégé to take over for a while so he could hang out and have a chat with us over a glass of single malt scotch.

  Kevin took us to the VIP room behind the main bar to have a quiet drink. We sat in large overstuffed black velvet chairs sipping champagne while he drank his scotch. The room was secluded and private from the rest of the club with a thick black curtain made of the same material as the chairs hung in the doorway. Kevin told the cocktail waitress to leave the bottles and not to disturb us.

  I wondered what he was up to but when he told us he overheard the conversation about me leaving Jerry and the fact that he cheated on me I understood. He flashed his brilliant white smile at us and asked me if I wanted to get even. I quickly got his drift and told him absolutely YES!

  Kevin moved closer to us and reached out to kiss me. As he leaned over his thick gold chain dangled from his neck tapping my pert boobs through my tank top. The second his sweet black lips touched mine, my pussy began to drip. The skin on his lips was soft and warm, almost like the thick film that covers pudding that has been left uncovered in the refrigerator. He sucked my delicate pink lips into his mouth while he ran his tongue all through the inside of my mouth.

  As we kissed, Marci stood up from her chair and walked behind him. She reached her hands around his waist to his baggy jeans and began rubbing his growing rod through the material. He moaned softly as she unzipped his fly and pulled his thick black cock from its hiding place. He was uncut and the dark skin surrounding his shaft was capped with a bulbous pink head that poked out like a snake in a turtleneck. I broke contact with his lips and pushed against his muscular chest indicating that I wanted him to stand upright. As he did, Marci pushed gently against his tight buns with her hips to push his cock closer to my face.

  Marci held the pulsating base of his pole while I opened my soft pink lips to let it enter my mouth. I licked the clear salty pre-cum from the hole in his dick head with the tip of my tongue, and then I did the unexpected. One of the reasons Jerry loved my blowjobs is because I had a deep and wide throat. I swallowed Kevin’s cock all the way down to Marci’s fist at the base. I flexed my neck muscles with his penis lodged deep within, massaging the entire shaft with my delicate inner throat tissue. Jerry threw his head back as Marci stepped away and pulled out her cell phone. I grabbed Kevin’s tight black ass through his jeans and pushed his cock even deeper down my throat while extending my pink tongue to lick his dark ball sack. Marci clicked the shudder on her cell phone camera taking close ups of me swallowing his long thick black sword.

  I could feel the chill of a light breeze wafting over my dripping wet pussy. I slowly removed his enormous dick from my throat, and took a large gasp of air as it left my mouth. “Sit down” I ordered, and Kevin quickly sat on a large comfy armchair with his cock standing to attention. I looked at Marci, who was still taking photographs, and said “Make a video”. She switched her camera to the video recording feature and started to film me as I pulled Kevin’s jeans down his legs. His soft boxer shorts hugged his crotch with his cock poking through. I touched them, savoring the moment as I kissed his thick shaft a few more times. I pulled them down as he removed his shirt, leaving him completely naked in the seat.

  Standing in front of him I started to give him a striptease. I pulled my tank top over my head, followed by my little vest top underneath. My immense cleavage stuck out before me, contained by my bra as he looked on with anticipation. I ran my fingers over my breasts, peeling the bra away slightly to give the briefest glimpse of nipple before allowing it to snap back into place. He jerked his cock while he watched, with Marci filming the whole thing. I reached around my back and unhooked my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. I unbuttoned my pants, realizing that I was teasing myself as much as him. I ripped them away from my legs and peeled my G-string down, kicking it away as I slinked over to his naked body.

  I raised my right leg and placed it at his side on the cushion, and then climbed onto him as he propped his cock in the air. I stroked it for a moment as we kissed, and then shuffled forward to rub my slippery labia over the head. I wanted it so badly and he knew it. He gripped my ass cheeks and pulled my body down onto his, forcing his cock to slide between my wet pussy lips as he entered me. I let out a loud sigh, but it was masked by the loud, thumping music beat of the club. I began to ride on him like he was a violent rodeo bull, raising my hand over my head as I placed the other on his shoulder for stability. I thrust my hips forward as I grinded his lap, making sure his rock hard cock hit every sensitive area inside my vagina. He raised his hands and cupped my breasts, leaning forward to suck on my pert nipples one at a time. He slapped them gently and watched as they jiggled, and then lapped up the beads of sweat dripping down my chest.

  Marci, who had been standing at the side of the chair, decided to walk behind me to get some explicit footage of my pussy wrapping around his cock. She crouched close behind my back and placed the lens of the camera just inches from my pussy as she filmed it. I couldn’t wait to watch the video back later while I masturbated. Kevin reached around and placed his large hands on my ass cheeks, and then spread them wide so she could film my puckering ass hole. I don’t know what got into her, but she suddenly got the rather cheeky urge to involve herself. Maybe it was the sight of my anus being contorted by the pressure of his hands, I don’t know, but she spat on her index finger and rubbed it over the delicate wrinkles of my rim. She pushed it inside a little, parting the sides to make room for her finger as she burrowed it deeper and deeper. I groaned ecstatically as she continued to film me being penetrated in both my holes. It’s a good job I liked the feeling of anal penetration – she knew I’d done it before anyway.

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