101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Since my mom wasn’t around, I figured it was perfectly safe to wear the string bikini. My mom was far from being a prude, but she had her limits, and I know the too-revealing bikini went past her limits. As I strutted across the kitchen to the pool, I felt bold, confident and, yes, sexy. I looked down at myself. My firm medium-size breasts stared back, straining against the small fabric that held them in place. My stomach was flat as a board, and my legs were almost a mile long. I looked good, and I knew it. I had smeared some tinted sunscreen on, and the liquid made my skin look golden. For a brief moment, I thought of Victor, my ex-boyfriend. He would die when he saw me in my bikini; I just knew he would. Then I snapped out of my thoughts. Victor didn’t matter now. He was a thing of the past. I swept thoughts of him off my head and focused on having some fun and quality me-time instead.

  There were two lounge chairs on each end of the pool. I chose the one that was placed directly across the boss’s house. I liked seeing their property. Their house wasn’t spectacularly big, but it looked neat and trim, as if it was built with a purpose in mind. The house looked professional, and the land around it was dotted with greenery: trees, vines, shrubs, the works. My mom had told me the boss had told her he wanted to be surrounded with everything green. She thought it was weird for a man to like so much green, but I didn’t mind. All that green was relaxing, which was why I decided to sit across all that green view in the first place.

  I sat on the lounge chair, donned my sunglasses, and lay back on the chair. The afternoon sun felt good on my skin and made me feel sleepy. Before I drifted off, I applied some more sunscreen lotion on my body. I rubbed my hands and spread the lotion on my neck and down my collarbones. Then my hands made their way to the tops of my breasts. As my palms made contact with my tits, I suddenly felt aroused. There was something about touching myself that felt incredibly sexy. Inspired, I ran a flat palm over my right breast. The nipple almost immediately sprang to life. I rubbed for a few more times until my nipple was a hard erect nub. Then I had an idea. I reached out behind me and undid my bikini top. My breasts were bare in no time, and I dropped the bikini top to the ground.

  I wasn’t worried about being half naked. Our house had high imposing walls around it. Also, I was in the backyard! I stared for a few minutes in the direction of the boss’s house, trying to see if anybody was home. I’d just die if Isabella, whom I’m babysitting a few times a week, would see me half naked and in a skimpy bikini bottom. The house appeared empty, though, so I went ahead and slathered some more sunscreen all over my body.

  When I was covered in sunscreen, I lay back again. The plastic chair was slightly cool against my bare back, which I arched a bit more than usual so I could catch some more sun on my breasts. I shifted around until I found a comfortable position. I felt incredibly at ease, so it was no surprise I fell fast asleep several minutes later.

  I didn’t know how long I had been out. All I knew when I opened my eyes was that someone was standing over me. I removed my sunglasses and squinted against the shadowy figure. It was too fat and wide to be mom’s or my sister’s. Who could it be? I started to sit up straight, and that was when the figure spoke.

  “Jessie,” the shadow standing over me said in a pleasant-enough tone.

  My eyes flew wide open, and I hurriedly sat up. My suspicions were right. The figure belonged to our next-door neighbor.

  It was the boss.

  “Hey, you’re trespassing!” I exclaimed, too surprised and angry to remember to cover myself up. I disliked the boss in my younger years. He was always so leery, so mysterious. He didn’t do anything to me. He just stared, but I think it’s bad enough. I could almost picture him undressing me mentally. I liked his wife and kid, but the boss himself is another story. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him around.

  Then I remembered I didn’t have anything on top. I reached for my towel and wrapped it around myself. I felt like smacking myself for forgetting to cover myself the second I woke up. Now he’ll have something to remember me by at nights, I thought bitterly. How I loathed that man!

  The boss laughed when he saw me covering myself. “I don’t think that’s going to be of any use,” he said, his voice still pleasant. “I’ve seen all I’ve needed and wanted to see, Jessie.” His voice turned serious. “Well, let’s do away with the formalities now, why don’t we?” He reached down, and in one quick motion, the bath towel covering my torso was now on the ground.

  I glared up at him, not trying to cover up anything now. I’m too pissed off to be embarrassed. The nerve of him to step without permission into my property and act all haughty and stuff! I got off the lounging chair and stood up to face the boss, my hands on my hips. His eyes went to my chest. He reached out and playfully squeezed my left breast. I was still angry, so I swatted his hand away.

  “Get out of here,” I said through clenched teeth. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re in my property. Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty in my territory?”

  “Quit acting like a brat,” the boss said harshly. “I’m going to cut to the chase, Jessie. I have you on tape and in photos. Topless, naked as the day you were born—save for your panties, of course.” He paused. “What are your folks going to think when they realize their golden daughter isn’t the sweet, innocent girl she portrays herself to be?” He grinned.

  I was too stunned to speak. I felt like kicking and smacking myself in the head for being so careless and stupid. How could I have ever thought I could trust the boss? Now I was in deep shit. I’ve had my fair share of awful judgment, so my folks know I’m far from the angel that my looks portray. But I don’t think they know how daring I can be. They don’t know how I play with myself almost every night. They don’t know I sleep in the nude. They don’t know I own not just one but three vibrators. They don’t know I can orgasm through breast stimulation alone. They don’t know I have an exhibitionist streak in me. I know I’m old enough to worry what my folks think of my actions, but I love my parents. I know they’d still love me if they knew of my other side, but I’d like to spare them from that as much as possible. This was why I was horrified when the boss told me he had records, absolute proofs of me doing all sorts of . . . things.

  “You’re crazy,” I whispered. I could almost feel my deep hate for the man shoot off from my eyes.

  “I’m not. I just want to fuck you,” he answered. “So what do you say, Jessie? We could do it right here, and every time I want. You don’t have to do anything. You simply come to me when I call you, and I promise you your racy photos will never see the light of day.”

  I laughed. “How do I know you really have those photos of me? I think you’re perfectly capable of lying.”

  The boss’s eyes bore into me. “Do you really want to know if I have them?” he asked softly.

  I got his point right away. I didn’t say anything. I eyed the boss shrewdly. Okay, so he’s an old goat, but he’s a rich old goat. Plus he always looks clean and freshly showered. The thought of me having sex with my old next-door neighbor was too gross to swallow, but what choice did I have? Much as I didn’t like to admit it, he had me in his power now. I swallowed. Am I really going to agree to his terms and conditions?

  “Okay,” I said after a long pause. “I’ll have sex with you, and you make sure those videos and photos never get anywhere.”

  The old goat nodded and got to work right away. As if some signal had gone off inside his head, he stripped off his clothes immediately. I admit I was nervous as I saw him shed those stiff-looking clothes off. I didn’t know what was going to happen.

  I didn’t have to wonder long. The boss stripped down until he only had his briefs on. It was hard not to miss the huge bulge protruding from between his legs. He began to breathe noisily, and for a moment, I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. It was just so silly.

  “You don’t say or do anything, Jessie,” the boss instructed. He leaned close until the tips of my breasts were touching his chest. We were p
ractically the same height, making things easier for him. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. He leaned closer until his face was a mere inch from mine. His tongue flicked out and ran over my lips and chin. He smiled.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that a long time,” he said. When I didn’t say anything, he licked my lips and chin again. “Well, Jessie, let’s get started. I call the shots. Remember that, or else.” His hand brushed against my pussy for a few moments. Despite my loathing for the boss, I began to get aroused when his hand lingered on my pussy. Sex is still sex, after all.

  The boss got down on his knees in front of me. He didn’t do anything at first; he simply wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my flat belly. I stood rigidly, trying not to move as muscle as I was told. But there was something incredibly erotic about the position. I’ve never had a man do that to me before. Also, the boss’s nose and lips were almost at level with my pussy. I imagined him sniffing and smelling me there. The thought amped up my erotic levels, and I felt my pussy begin to get wet. It’s starting, I thought.

  As if on cue, the boss began to move. He removed his arms from my waist and placed his hands on my hips. He buried his face on my belly, inhaling softly. His stubbles were sharp, but they added to my growing arousal. I struggled to keep still as my pussy shot off another load. My panties were getting sticky, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

  Not that I wanted to stop it.

  The boss rubbed my hips first. Next, his hands went to my buttocks, where they grabbed handfuls and squeezed vigorously. A moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. As soon as it was out, I froze for a moment. Then I realized, why should I be embarrassed? The boss was going to see all of me, anyway. Might as well leave the so-called embarrassment behind as early as possible.

  I didn’t know whether the boss heard my moan or not, because he didn’t stop what he was doing. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my ass. After a few more frantic squeezes, his hands roamed again, this time on my stomach. He played with my navel for a bit. He even ran his tongue inside it. I moaned again. I was really aroused now. The wet, sticky spot on my panties seemed to be growing larger every second.

  The boss knew what he was doing. He was so precise. His hands reached up and grabbed my breasts. He pulled, as if he was testing them. I cried out because it hurt a little. He pulled harder, but I kept my mouth shut this time. He ran his large yet surprisingly gentle hands over them, making my erect nipples even more erect, rubbing them into overwhelming hardness. The sensation became very intense in a few moments. I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to moan like crazy, and my hips seemed to have a life of their own. They moved, bucked, and began to sway. It was then that I completely let go of my inhibitions. Griping and whining about having sex with the boss wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so I might as well enjoy the whole encounter.

  While the boss played with my boobs, at the same time, his teeth found the waistband of my bikini panties. I knew he was going to tug them down my legs and off me, and I was amazed. The boss, old as he was, definitely still had some handy sex tips up his sleeve. The thought got me excited. I wanted to find out what more he could offer.

  He got my panties to my knees after a few quick and fluid motions. I had shaved the day before, so my bare pussy was completely exposed for him to see. His eyes widened slightly. His tongue flicked out again and ran over my bare wet mound. I gasped and shuddered slightly.

  “That felt good,” I told the boss.

  He removed his hands from my breasts and used them to remove the panties from my legs completely. Now I was completely naked. My body was all for his taking. It was all his to use and abuse, and I couldn’t do anything about it. The sense of submission, of being dominated over excited me immensely. I had engaged in bondage and submission games before, but they were all games and acts. The thing with the boss was the real thing this time. I was completely under his control, yet I didn’t mind it so much as I first thought I would.

  The boss placed his hands on my hips again. “Spread them open for me, Jessie,” I heard him say. So I did what he instructed. I spread my legs as far as I could make them without losing my balance. I knew what he was going to do next, so I decided to help him out by raising my hips slightly.

  The boss’s tongue was small but sharp. I gasped in surprise as he suddenly thrust it inside me, invading my moist private space. His moves were definite and sharp, but they were not gentle. His tongue made fast flicking motions in and out of my pussy. It was like being pierced with a sharp object. My knees felt wobbly, so I wound my fingers through his thinning hair and held on. The sensation was delicious in a slightly uncomfortable way. My body systems had their way, and I shut my eyes, allowing myself to drown completely in the sheer pleasure of the boss’s antics. It felt extremely good! My pussy grew wetter and wetter by the second. I could almost hear the sticky squelching sounds the boss’s tongue made as it slithered in and out of me. I felt my thighs beginning to grow moist. I was so aroused now. I felt like I was going to come any minute now, but I told myself to hold on and prepare for something more explosive.

  The boss still had his tongue inside me. Now he reached down and inserted a finger into my cunt. I almost didn’t feel anything when he slid it in. That was how wet I was. He probably saw this as well because he inserted another finger in and then another. I now had three fingers inside me, and I felt all of them inside my pussy. Because I was so soaked, they weren’t painful at all. They fit snugly, adding to my already growing sense of pleasure.

  I cried out several times as the boss thrust his tongue and fingers in and out of my pussy. His fingers rubbed against the walls of my vagina. His tongue made figures-of-eight and stabbing motions. I had my eyes remain shut so I could savor and completely feel the amazing surge of emotions. The boss fucked me with his tongue and hands until I hollered and told him to stop, told him I was about to explode any minute now. He didn’t pay me any attention, simply went on doing what he was doing. I was going crazy with the intense erotic pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was capable of feeling something this good. I let go of my hands in the boss’s hair and ran them over my breasts instead. I moved my hips in tune with the boss’s flicking motions. With my tits being stimulated by my own hands and with my pussy being stimulated with his hands and tongue, I came in no time.

  I came right over the boss’s face. I cried out again and again as my orgasm shook and tore my body apart with violent fits of shaking and shuddering. I knew I was being noisy, but I didn’t care. I was drowning in a wave of pure sexual pleasure! I came one more time and then went down on my knees, in the same position as the boss. He held me in his arms as I waited for the shakes to subside. Incredible. My head was on the crook of his neck, and I could smell myself faintly. When I looked up, I saw why. The boss had my exotic juices almost over his face.

  He saw me looking. He pushed me back on the ground. He straddled me, positioning himself over my hips. I was too spent from my first orgasm, so I let him rearrange my body. He placed my hands behind my back, sort of locking them in place. I was too weak to object, so I let him do that. He paused for a moment before he grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I was completely exposed to him in that position. I opened my mouth to protest, but he placed a come-soaked finger over my lips. Again I smelled myself.

  “The pictures, Jessie,” the boss said softly. Only three words, but they were all I needed to hear to keep still and let him do his thing.

  The boss leaned down and rubbed his face—yes, the part of him that was almost covered with my own sexual fluids—all over my breasts. The sticky substance transferred from his face to my chest. When he was done, he licked the stuff away. Of course he licked my breasts in the process. That was the point of the whole thing. He sucked on my tits whole, filling his mouth with them. He kept moaning as he did so, and his moans came out all muffled and subdued. I was moaning too, something against my desires, but I couldn’t help it. I was incredibly aroused, t
urned on to the maximum. The boss was good in bed, that I could pretty much see. But I didn’t know if I should consider myself lucky for getting the chance to experience his sexual prowess myself.

  The boss found it hard to extricate himself from my breasts, which were now swollen from all the sucking, tugging, and nibbling he was doing on them. My pussy cried foul from all that attention and ejected something wet and sticky. Could be the boss felt it because he suddenly paused from his rubbing motion and sat up straight instead. He touched me down there, practically grabbed me. I looked him in the eye and saw he felt how totally wet I was.