Ultimate Erotica Collection (12 Hot Erotica Stories)

by Jennifer Key

  "Punish me fucker," she told him with a totally different voice that was darker yet exotic. Not only did this catch Nathan by surprise, it added fuel to his fire. He must have determined that fucking her against the dry eraser board, wasn't punishment enough because he needed more room to get all of that black snake in her. Instead, he jerked her around and bent her over his desk, firmly pressing down into the middle of her back. Kelly spread her arms out wide, getting a tight grip on the desk with both hands. Nathan popped her ass again with the ruler, but much harder and faster. After that, he took his long hard cock and put as much as he could fit into her tight little peach. All Kelly could do was take it and moan, as she gasped for air literally feeling his hard long dick run out of room.

  Nathan threw the ruler to the floor, before pumping her ass one hard time as he bent over and told her "I'll teach you to be late to my class." Nathan started fucking her so hard, and without warning, that all Kelly could do was scream like someone was killing her. "

  Holy fucking' shit!" She screamed. "Of fuck, please, I can't take all of it," she pleaded.

  "Yes you can," Nathan insisted before showing her some mercy and fucking her with less force. Still, his dick was still hitting everything inside her and the next thing he knew, Kelly was screaming and cumming on his dick so fast and hard that her body rattled like she was having a seizure. Once her orgasm slowed down, Nathan rolled her over ontoher backside. Next, he took her legs and closed them together, then pulled them both up and placed them over one of his shoulders. The first three pumps of his long hard dick were slow and gentle. After that, he drilled her muff so fast and hard that he nearly fucked her off the desk. Kelly got a tighter grip on the desk with both hands, nearly screaming bloody murder as he drilled places inside her she never knew existed.

  It seemed like his cock hit multiple spots all at once, as she warned him "I'm gonna' nut all over your big black cock again."

  "Cum on it, bitch," he told her.

  "I will fucker, I AM!" she confirmed.

  Kelly started cumming, but so did Nathan, as he told her "Oh shit, here it comes, here it comes." Nathan picked her up off the desk and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist while they both came. Moans and screams filled the classroom, and Kelly's hands gripped his back dick so tight that her nails dug into his back like a cats claws clinging to a tree for safety from a dog below.

  Moments later, they were both done cumming and Kelly decided to suck her first black dick ever. Sucking his cock was a challenge, yet she made the most of it by sucking what she could while jerking him off at the same time. Nathan held the back of her head, then fucked her mouth long enough to cum all over her face. She took her tongue and held it out while he shot cum at her face, catching as much cum in her mouth as she could. However, she decided to suck his cock one last hard time, sucking so hard it made him jerk backwards. Nathan suddenly twitched in his seat and gripped his desk with one hand. He didn't make a lot of noise when he did this, but he did enough to get Kelly's attention. The next thing they knew, class was over and they met each other out in the hallway.

  "You alright,?" Kelly asked Nathan with genuine concern.

  "Yes, fine thanks for asking. My name is Nathan," he told her.

  "I'm Kelly," she replied with a bit of shyness. "So, how you liking the class so far?" Nathan asked her.

  "Well, it was either art or theater, and I'm not interested in art," she replied.

  "Me neither," he told her before they both laughed. Before he knew it, they were exiting the building and walking across campus in friendly conversation. As they walked and took turns sharing tidbits of information about each other, Kelly's thoughts were hijacked onto the hood of her car. For some reason, she pictured the two of them standing in front of her car, kissing in the parking lot of a park late at night. They were both dressed casual but nice, wearing casual pants and long-sleeved shirts. Their hands fumbled around and raced to undo each other's pants, before they finally dropped down to their ankles. After that, Kelly hopped up on the trunk of her car, then Nathan stuck his long hard dick into her pussy. Her legs wrapped around his waist, then rested on his muscular ass while he fucked her so hard that the car rocked forwards and backwards. Moments later, her car alarm went off but she didn't give a damn, nor did he. They simply kept fucking, moaning, and screaming with the car alarm sounding. Kelly's hands gripped his back right before she started cumming, and stayed there until she was done.

  They had been in the cafeteria line for at least three minutes now, and Kelly still hadn't answered Nathan's question.

  "Kelly, what would you like for lunch?" he asked her again for the fourth time.

  "Oh, uh, I'll have what you're having," she quickly told him after she looked around and saw there was a long line of people behind them. Nathan paid for their lunch and they entered the cafeteria, talking and gazing at each other as if they could read each other's minds- through their eyes.

  Liz's Revenge

  Lizelle was 19 years old when she left town, and was still considered by three rude guys from high school, a "mud-duck." Lizelle wasn't exactly the prettiest girl in town, due to her bucked teeth and stringy hair which lacked style, but she wasn't the ugliest either. She had nice eyes and a nice body, around five feet seven inches, and a great personality. But, as Boyd, Sam, and Tony used to say when they insulted her back then- "you can't fuck a nice personality."

  Boyd, Sam, and Tony weren't involved in sports or rich, they just knew how to have fun, charm the ladies, and entertain people with silly jokes or antics regardless of the feelings they hurt. All three of them, being white, used to tease Lizelle about her solid plump ass, Boyd telling her "you should go bend over in front of one of the homies , they like fat asses!" No matter how much they insulted her, Lizelle just sort of laughed along with them for the sake of their egos, then simply went about her business.

  Years later, things have changed; because Lizelle has changed. Due to wearing braces for a while, her teeth are straightened to perfection and pearly white. Her hair, is no longer the dim dark brown it used to be, since her hair stylist in Canada told her she'd "look great as a sandy-blonde." And, to top it all off, she still has that plump ass yet it's new and improved since she's been going to the gym at least five days a week for the last six years. Instead of looking like she's in her late twenties, she looks like a high school girl; except for the small but perfectly round titties she still has. Some things never change, yet certain changes are only revealed or unveiled in the bedroom.

  After she arrived at the hotel, checked in and got ready, the first and only place on her mind to go that night was her favorite bar- "Divas." Thanks to friends and classmates on Facebook, she knew the likelyhood of running into old faces could happen, but something inside her wanted more than that.

  The last time she dated anyone was well over two years ago when she dated a hockey player from Toronto, Canada.

  Jim was okay for a jock, but Lizelle tired quickly of his "oh baby, yeah, good," bedtime words of approval that only lasted 20 to 30 seconds max before he hurried out of bed to play video games with the guys. Needless to say, she was long over-due with pinned up sexual frustrations, until a crazy idea hit her that would kill two birds with one stone; or three. After applying a little lipstick and touching up her hair, Lizelle was ready for any and everything. She grabbed her small wallet-like purse and left her hotel room. Although she was wearing a casual outfit, the jeans she had on presented her plump ass with temptation; all but begging for the dogs to come out. The cab dropped Lizella off curve-side.

  "Twelve-fifty," the cabbi tolde her. The cab driver was a guy in his late 50's that looked like he was born at an all-you-can-eat buffet, belly flopped over the steering wheel as if it was doing the driving.

  Lizella gave him fifteen bucks and said "thanks, keep the change," before exiting the back seat. Instead of pulling away from the curve, the cabbi sat speechless with his jaw dropped wide open, piercing Lizelle's ass with a laser stare.
A car honked from directly behind the cab and he snapped back to reality before pulling away. When he looked over for one last peek at Lizelle's ass, she was already inside the bar. When Lizelle entered Divas it was just as she remembered it, but with minor "upgrades" that included flat screened TV's, brighter colored painted walls, and new bar stools. Per fire code, the capacity was only for one hundred and twenty people because it was a "dive" sort of bar where those who were no longer "in their prime" could pretty much get laid there any night of the week. Divas was more like a "Cheers" type of bar, but the bar staff were mostly women, and all female cocktail waitresses.

  One guy bartender named Jason worked behind the bar, part-time and mostly weekends. Jason was the tall, dark, and handsome type of guy whom the female owner of Divas hand-picked to work there. The owners reason for hiring Jason, was that "women patrons needed some eye candy behind the bar, too."

  However, the rumor around town was that Stephanie, the owner of Divas, a sexy Asian woman in her late 40's, met Jason at the previous bar he worked at. For a woman in her late forties, Stephanie turns a lot of heads, literally, with her five foot five-inch petite frame and bedroom eyes. Her almond like hazel eyes and sassy walk often gets the older male bar patrons riled up, and the younger ones, too. According to "legend," that's how she got Jason at his previous bartending job. Stephanie had one too many Cosmopolitans the first night she met Jason, often telling him "you make one helluva Cosmo, Jason, and good-looking, too!"

  Jason being the younger guy sucked into the "cougar" scenario, was kind enough to give Stephanie a ride home after he closed the bar that night. Stephanie's single-story three bedroom house has a swimming pool in the fenced-in back yard, surrounded by bushes and shrubs. Jason's ex-girlfriend at the time, knew Jason's schedule almost better than he did, and decided to watch and wait for Jason in the parking lot that night. Little did she know, Jason was going the extra mile and taking home a hot-tailed little Asian woman with a deceiving size. So, Jason's ex-girlfriend followed him and all the way to Stephanie's house, not knowing what to think or expect. Jason didn't either for that matter, until he escorted Stephanie into her house, accepting her "night-cap" invitation.

  No sooner than Stephanie poured them each a Vodka and Cranberry juice on the rocks, Stephanie was leading Jason out to the backyard pool. When they arrived at a table by the pool, Stephanie took both their drinks and set them on the table. Jason wasn't stupid, as he knew what she wanted -what they both wanted as was obvious from all the flirty trash-talk they did while Jason was working.

  Stephanie untied her linen styled skirt, then took off the rest of her clothes and got in the pool naked. Jason was speechless, not expecting things to happen so fast, yet his eyes adored her neatly shaved pussy that had a thin layer of smooth silky hair covering it. Stephanie eased into the pool with eyes held on Jason, who in a minute or so was also nude; with his hard cock practically aimed at Stephanie in the pool. Once Jason joined her in the pool, Stephanie wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck, followed by her legs around his waist.

  Little did they know, Jason's ex was watching them, her jet black hair and pale but pretty face peeking out from behind a bush. The ex's perfect timing, or imperfect timing rather, was just in time to see Jason standing tall with his hands holding Stephanie up below her ass. After two or three slow thrusts and moans, waves in the pool started accumulating while Jason fucked her with increasing speed. Waves splashed up between her ass while Jason fucked her and sucked on her titties, heightening the sensation between them. Stephanie somehow had more strength than expected, and thrusted her pelvic muscles into Jason so hard that it nearly caused him to lose his footing and slip backwards.

  The ex couldn't take it anymore and left, screeching tires faintly heard but ignored since Jason carried Stephanie over to the edge of the pool, turned her around, and held her ass up while he fucked her from behind standing up. Stephanie loved this, especially once Jason reached a hand around and started pressing and rubbing her clit. The noises they made were intense, as if they'd been lovers before, lost each other in some distant land, then found each other after fifteen years of separation.

  Stephanie gripped the edge of the pool with both hands, her back arched and jerking hard as she yelled "Cumming, I'm cumming!" Once she was done cumming, Jason sat her ass down on the edge of the pool, then squatted down into a position level enough to lick around her pussy. Apparently, Jason was good at eating pussy because no sooner than he licked her clit a few times and stuck his tongue in her cunt, she came again. However, Jason wasn't finished so he lowered her back down into the water, stuck his hard cock back in her from behind, then gave her seven ass-pounding pumps that made him cum. One may conclude that Jason's sexual skills including those with his tongue, was enough of a mixology test he passed that prompted Stephanie to offer him a bartending job at Diva's, for a dollar an hour more and "employee benefits" that everyone else didn't get, nor know about.

  Now, Lizelle stood staring at him and patiently waiting to place her drink order; enjoying the eye candy soon to come her way. Jason made his way over and took Lizelle's order for a Chocolate Martini, which Jason made to perfection. After a brief greeting between the two, Jason had to take orders from other patrons.

  Much sooner than expected, Lizelle scanned the crowded bar and saw Boyd, Sam, and Tony still hanging tough years later after high school. However, they didn't look as cute anymore, since all three had gained a little weight over the years, but not so much to the point where they looked chubby or fat. Immediately, she chose Boyd first but not before moving in closer to see if any of them would recognize her. The closer she got to them, the more she thought about her plans for each one of them. The challenge of course, would not be getting each one in bed alone, but getting one away from the other two so she could operate accordingly.

  Lizelle made gentle yet inviting eye contact with each one as she slowly walked by them on her way to the ladies room. Naturally, Boyd gave her a half-cocked smile as if he were playing hard to get.

  "Some people never change," she said to herself. Sam smiled a wide grin at her with a raised bottle of beer, obviously pretty buzzed because his simple gesture slightly threw him off balance.

  "Bingo," Lizelle thought to herself, thinking "he'd be the easiest one to get out of here." The last was Tony, the "follow the leader" type who was actually the cutest of the three, always was. As a matter of fact, Tony kept his eyes on Lizelle the entire time she walked by. Lucky for Tony, he watched her long enough to see her take a finger and wipe drizzled chocolate syrup from inside her martini glass, then lick it off the tip of her finger without looking at any of them. Still, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, and continued on to the ladies room with innocence. The line was two women short inside the womens bathroom, so it was only five minutes or so before she was in a stall pulling her pants and G-string down to her ankles. No sooner than she sat down, mental images of her and Tony making love, then hardcore fucking, popped into her head. The first scene was of her and Tony in the back of a car for some reason, with Lizelle's plump ass pouncing up and down on Tony's thin but hard dick. They were in the back seat with the front seats scoot up, and the back rests leaning towards the dashboard. Tony was sitting up and facing forwards, with Lizelle facing forward as well while she slammed her hard ass down onto his cock. Tony's hands tried to press up and raise her ass up a bit, a grimmacing look of pain on his face, but that only made her slam down even harder.

  Then suddenly, she slowed to a steady and soothing pace that made the tip of his dick sensitive, which built up the sensation for him to say "oh, don't stop, it's gonna' cum." Lizelle nearly slowed to a stop, but didn't as she decided to rub her own clit and make herself cum- then quickly hop off his dick. This sent Tony into a frenzy because he had to grab his own dick with both hands, while Lizelle hurried over into the driver seat and grabbed her purse on the way out. Slam! Lizelle slammed the driver side door shut, then peeked in at Tony in the back sea
t trying to keep the shooting cum from getting all over himself.

  "Fucking bitch!" he screamed from inside as he tried looking out the foggy back window. Quickly, he took a hand and tried to wipe a clear spot in the window to see out, but he only made it worse; forgetting that both his hands were sticky with his own cum.

  Lizelle heard a distant voice coupled with rapid knocks on a door grow closer and louder, reminding her she was still in the bathroom stall.

  "Hey, you okay in there?" a woman asked.

  "Yes, fine thanks, coming out," Lizelle replied before flushing the toilet. When Lizelle returned to the bar for another Chocolate Martini, she noticed Sam waiting at the bar for service. Tony and Boyd were either in the Mens room or gone, but she couldn't see either of them. Lizelle eased her way up to the bar, getting in position for a closer profile view of Sam. Once at the bar, Sam became engaged in conversation with a girl he obviously knew. Sam's animated gestures and laughter often led him to tap or slap the bar with excitement. However, the girl took over the conversation which left one of Sam's hands on the bar. Lizelle couldn't help but stare at how thick Sam's fingers were, rough and worn. His hands looked like those of a construction worker or roofer, numb and without feeling. For some odd reason, Lizelle couldn't help but wonder if his dick was as thick as fingers. They say one can tell the size of a man's dick by one or two ways, the size of his shoes, and hands. Suddenly, Sam began tapping on the bar with his fingers, yet they made more of a thud sound which signified strength. Lizelle got sucked into Sam's finger-tapping on the bar and the next thing she knew, Divas was empty and she was left alone with Sam. Lizelle saw herself sitting on the bar with a satin nightgown on and nothing else. Divas was dark, except for a slow burning candle at the end of the bar. Sam sat in front of and below Lizelle on a bar stool that was aligned with a perfect view for Sam to see up her nightgown. Sam had on a pair of dirty jeans that he wore when working on construction sites, nothing else on. His upper body wasn't ripped, but his chest was sweaty, toned, and bulky enough for the flickering candle to lend sex appeal to.