101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  “You slut,” the boss said. But he was grinning. I could see he was pleased with how aroused I was.

  He held on to my legs and adjusted them so that they were now lying almost vertically on his shoulders. He pulled my hips closer and he towered over me on all fours. His face was a few inches from mine. He leaned and planted his lips over mine. He kissed me hungrily and torridly. I didn’t do anything at first. I simply let him kiss me, but my primal instincts eventually won over me. In a matter of seconds, I was kissing the boss back too.

  I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy while we kissed. He seemed to be testing the waters, almost teasing me. I ignored what he was doing to me down there and instead let myself get into the kiss. I kissed the boss with ferocity and a hungry passion. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I let him. I parted my lips and welcomed him, giving him unrestricted access. I tasted myself on his tongue this time. I was surprised at how fresh and clean I tasted. No wonder he couldn’t seem to get enough of me down there.

  The boss’s tongue couldn’t stop exploring every inch and curve of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue, and I cried out, more from pleasure than pain. He sucked harder, and I writhed beneath him. He tweaked one of my breasts, and I kept still. He chewed on my lips again and let go a few moments later. He ran his tongue down my chin, neck, collarbones, tits, belly, navel and, finally, to the heavily moist mound that was waiting for him down there.

  Then he rose up over me again, and this time, he plunged his rod right into my pussy. The size of his dick was quite small, yes, but the girth of it! My eyes flew open as I felt his cock inside me, almost filling me completely. It was as if his organ was made just for my pussy. I couldn’t help it. I moaned and groaned like mad, and the boss did the same. He gritted his teeth and went right on pounding into me. His considerable belly slapped against my flat belly and made slapping noises. I raised my hips and moved them in time with his thrusting. I couldn’t get enough the feel of his dick inside me. Thank goodness I was still thoroughly soaked, or that would have been painful.

  The boss looked me in the eye as he pounded away. In and out, in and out his penis went into me. With one hand, he took a handful of my hair and pulled. There was a bit of pain, but it was also arousing. I nodded, and the boss tugged harder at my hair. I cried out loud, and he pounded even harder. I prayed I wouldn’t be too sore to do things tomorrow.

  Suddenly, his eyes took on this glassy look. I was alarmed. Was he having a heart attack? Then his eyes cleared, and he told me he was going to come. I nodded. I felt an orgasm coming too but nowhere near as the boss was experiencing.

  He cried out and began to thrash around like mad. He collapsed right on top of me, yet he went on pounding away. I removed my legs from his shoulders and circled them around his hips instead, urging him inside me, pushing his dick deeper into the wet depths of my pussy. My hips bucked and raised, and I began to writhe on the ground as well. My back arched, and I raked my fingernails on the boss’s back. He groaned and bit my shoulder.

  I came a few moments after the boss. He poured all his fluids into me, and I felt them feel the cavern that was inside me. He shuddered and came one more time. His weight on top of me became heavier, and I knew he wasn’t going to come anymore.

  I came just then. His cock was still inside me, and so it was washed again by my love juices. Not that I loved the boss. I held him close and cried out loud as another orgasm threatened to break my body, tear my limbs apart. It had been a long time since I had experienced something like this. I had almost forgotten how it felt like. I grew limp under the boss’s body. He wrapped his arms around me and sucked on a nipple as I panted heavily, tried to catch my breath and steady my beating heart.

  I couldn’t believe it. I just had sex with the boss, my next-door neighbor and a man I loathed completely for reasons I couldn’t quite put my finger to.

  That first sexual meeting happened two months ago. Since then, the boss and I have continued to meet up and do one of the things we enjoy and do best. I still dislike him, but his sexual prowess is another matter. The man was good—gifted, actually. Right now we are thumping away in my parents’ bedroom. It’s a weekday, and both my folks are out. The boss and I have taken to more risky things. We enjoyed the sense of daring and boldness our escapades entail. We even did it once in the parking lot of his office. I was sprawled over the hood while he pumped away behind me. Anybody could have seen us in there, but nobody did. That’s all that matters.

  I don’t know how long this sexual affair would last. I’m not even sure if I want it to. If it does go on, fine. If it doesn’t, it’s still fine. To his credit, the boss had stayed true to his promise of not leaking the photos and videos of me in the nude. Even I haven’t seen the said incriminating files themselves, but I have no intention of finding out if they were completely true. What did it matter now? The boss had gotten his way with me. He has had my body several times, and it looks like there’s no stopping him from having it several times even more. There are times I feel like I’m a sex object for the way the boss is treating me. But what right do I have to complain? We’re not lovers. I’m not his girlfriend, nor is he my boyfriend. What we are to each other is unimportant; it’s the meeting together and sexual encounters that, well, count. I don’t know what to think of this anymore.

  That being said, I better go. It’s a Thursday afternoon, and the boss has called, asking me if I can babysit his daughter for about two hours. Isabella had been down with something, and she’s too weak to attend school for today.

  Of course, I said yes.

  Drinks On Me

  James Mason let his gaze roam over the club floor. There was an invitation-only event being held at The Blue Lagoon, some after party for an awards show or a concert or whatever that he really couldn’t care less about. All he knew was that it was getting the bar attention, putting money in his pocket and bringing an endless line of beautiful women through the door.

  “Looking for your next victim, eh buddy,” Andrew Burwell mused, handing his business partner a glass of scotch on the rocks.

  James smirked at his redheaded friend as he took the glass of alcohol, all the confirmation needed being given without a word. Andrew leaned against the railing of the darkened VIP area as he too took the time to peruse the people mingling on the floor below them.

  “What do you think of that one?” James asked, pointing toward a statuesque blonde leaning against the corner of the open bar.

  Andrew raised his eyebrows at the girl that his best friend and business partner had pointed at. She was dressed in a prim and proper white button up dress shirt, black high-waist pencil skirt and black patent pumps. Her hair was up in a neat and high pony tail. She screamed all business, a far cry from the type of women James usually fancied to take for a roll in the sack.

  “She doesn’t look like your type,” he mused. “She doesn’t look like she’s having fun either.”

  “How would you know what my type is?” James asked, bemused, before letting a sly smile slowly tug at his lips. He knew exactly what Andrew meant by his type. Sleazy and easy, was their joke, but he was in different kind of mood and definitely in for a challenge. “I think I’ll be able to show her some fun.”

  Andrew chuckled from low in his throat at the playful edge in James’ tone. He knew exactly what “fun” meant for his buddy. The poor girl won’t know what hit her, he thought.

  “I’ll leave you to it,” he said, clapping his partner on the back. “I’ll make sure to stay clear. Just make sure you don’t make too much of a mess in here like you did last time.”

  “I can’t promise anything, mate,” James said, another smirk landing on his lips. “It’s not my fault they get buck wild.”

  Andrew shook his head as he watched his friend make his way out of the VIP area, making a beeline for the girl they had set their sights on.

  ***

  “I’ll have a scotch on the rocks and the lady will have another glass of what she’s dr
inking,” James called over to the bartender.

  “I was getting the drinks for free before you came over, open bar and all,” the blonde said dryly. “So what makes you think I’ll accept it just like that?”

  “Simple,” he replied slyly, sliding the delicate martini glass over. “You wouldn’t say no to the bar owner.”

  He watched as one perfectly arched eyebrow rose up at his words, her lips pressed into a small pout as she pondered over her next move. She took the glass up to her lips to take a sip of the cocktail before addressing him again.

  “My name’s Louise Rockford,” she said, extending a hand out towards him. “But please, call me Lou.”

  He took her hand, but instead of shaking it in greeting, raised it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “The name’s James,” he said. “Just James will be fine.”

  “So,” she started, quickly taking her hand out from his grasp. “Bar owner huh?”

  It was James’ turn to have his brows up. From how she was acting, she was clearly unimpressed and maybe even disinterested. Smiling inwardly, he knew he was in for a good time. He always heard how it was always the quiet ones and the ones that played hard to get that made things more interesting. And Lou looked to fit the part.

  “Among other things,” he replied with a smirk. “But tell me Lou, why is it that you’re in the middle of a party yet you don’t look like you’re having fun?”

  “Nature of the job,” she replied simply.

  “What? You’re paid to look bored?” he quipped, earning a soft chuckle from her.

  Lou quickly explained what it was that she did. As an agent for a huge modeling company, she was paid to make sure all the models had their heads screwed on straight before, during and after the runway shows. “It’s a 24-hour job,” she quipped.

  James roamed his eyes across the club once again, taking note of how many scantily clad waif figures were walking around. So it was a fashion show, he thought. He now fully understood Andrew’s slight surprise when he set his sights on Lou, with how half of the female patrons fit the part of his type. But then again, he preferred something a little more substantial to grip onto.

  “That may be true,” he started, looking back at Lou with a roguish grin. “But it never hurt to have some fun.”

  “And where exactly has fun led you?” she asked in a challenging tone.

  “Paris, London, LA, Milan,” he rattled off. “I’ve been to many places and had my share of fun in each one. It’s led to some great pleasure both for me and the people I’ve met. I’m sure no one will argue with that.”

  Lou scoffed at his bragging, clearly unimpressed. “I’m sorry Mr. Mason. But if you’re trying to lay it on thick to impress me, it’s not working. Besides, you know what they say about men who over compensate.”

  James chuckled lowly, loving her no nonsense attitude. It was posing a challenge and he was enjoying it.

  Licking his lips, he leaned closer to her, his breath blowing cool puffs of air by her ear, making the hairs on her neck stand up and goose bumps to prickle her skin. “Trust me Louise,” he said in a low baritone. “I’m well-equipped to back up everything I say.”

  He heard her stifle a gasp before he leaned back in his seat, a wry grin set on his lips as he saw her eyes darken. Offering his hand for her to take, he smirked triumphantly when she pressed her soft palm into his. He stood up from his seat and gently tugged on her arm, guiding her back to the VIP area. She was playing coy, that much he now knew. Watching the seductive swing of her hips as she walked in front of him, he couldn’t wait to see just what else she was hiding.

  Lou threw her head over her shoulder, eyeing James as he stared at her backside, making sure to add a more sensual stride. She smirked as she heard him groan inwardly. If it was fun he was looking to give, then it was also fun he was going to get.

  With a hand settled on the small of her back, James guided Lou to the plush leather couch set up against the far wall of the spacious room, the farthest away from any prying eyes trying to get a peak of the exclusive VIP area. He held back a laugh at seeing a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, as well as a plate of fruit and chocolate, placed in the middle of the table. Andrew, he thought.

  “A 2002 Perrier Jouet Rosé,” she mused dryly. “My, my, aren’t we looking to impress?”

  “You’ve heard of the vintage then?” he asked casually, taking the bottle and easily popping the cork to pour the both of them a glass.

  “There are very few vintages that cost over $300, much less champagne,” she said matter-of-factly. “So I have to wonder. Exactly how many of these do you have just lying around?”

  James chuckled lowly, knowing exactly what she was trying to imply. It was an expensive bottle with only 4,000 cases made. The number may be plentiful compared to some vintages but its popularity with collectors and wine enthusiasts made it hard to come by, definitely not one that you just pop open when you had the whim.

  “It’s a special occasion,” he said, handing her a flute. He eyed her intently as he took a sip out of his own, his gaze following her every move as she dropped casually onto the couch, crossing one slender leg over the other.

  He placed his flute down on the table before removing his jacket, haphazardly throwing it over the back of the couch. He could feel her eyes on him as he loosened up his tie to take off, and popping open the top two buttons of his shirt to show just enough of his chest to make her lick her lips.

  With purposeful strides, he soon found himself seated right next to her, offering her the plate of fruit and molten chocolate. “Try a chocolate-dipped strawberry when you drink,” he said with a sly smirk. “It brings out the flavor more.”

  Lou bit the inside of her cheek, contemplating what to do. She knew that the show he had just put on was meant to tease her. How amateur, she thought, smirking when he had offered her just the perfect set up to show that two could play this game.

  She took one ripe strawberry between her fingers, slowly dipping it in the chocolate just as he had suggested. A small ribbon of the gooey confection was dangerously close to dropping on her pristine white blouse, but she quickly took the fruit to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to lick the excess chocolate off, her azure eyes boring straight into his. She felt empowered at the feeling of his heated gaze on her as she bit into the succulent fruit, some of the dew seeping into the corners of her lips. Before she could use one dainty hand to swipe at her lips, James leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss.

  He bit back a groan as he finally felt the softness of her lips under his, the flavors of strawberries, champagne and chocolate mixing with her own sweet taste. He traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue, asking for entry, but he felt her hand gently push at his chest. Not wanting to push his luck just yet, James broke the kiss. He cocked an eyebrow as she put the half-eaten strawberry between her lips, beckoning him closer with a finger. He smirked at her actions, if she wanted to play that way, then he was going to do things right.

  He reached down to place his hand at the back of her knees, sweeping them up off the floor and pulling her onto his lap, before leaning forward again to crash his lips against hers. Sweet nectar dribbled down her chin as he bit into the fruit she held with her mouth, creating a sultrier sensation as the taste invaded both their senses.

  James’ grip on her thigh tightened as he felt her delicate hands make their way into his shirt, her cold fingers making his warm skin prickle. When his tongue darted out to trace her bottom lip, she parted her mouth, giving him access. He roughly thrust his tongue into her mouth, exploring the warm recesses as he took complete control of the kiss.

  Lou groaned into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying his dominance. She knew he had been around the block countless times, and he had the skill down like an art. She gasped as she felt a tug on her hair, causing her to throw her head back to lessen the pressure. James’ lips left hers as they descended to her chin, down to the smooth column of her neck, his tongue l
apping at the track of strawberry nectar.

  “The flavor is much better this way,” he mumbled against her throat, his hot breath sending shivers up and down her spine.

  “I still think I can do you one better,” she said breathily, her heavy-lidded eyes colliding with his curious gaze.

  A wicked grin slowly crept up on his features, knowing that he definitely made the right choice in setting his sights on her.

  She pushed at his chest once again, making him lean against the back of the couch. Swinging her legs off his lap, Lou stood up to stand in front of him. James’ breath hitched as he watched her hike her skirt up, inch by tantalizing inch of her creamy skin being exposed to his hungry gaze. He was itching to get his hands on her, to feel her smooth thighs under his palms, to travel higher to the heat of her. But before he could even move, she lowered herself onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips, her firm backside settling on his growing hardness.

  His hands found their way to her slender hips as she rocked forward, eliciting a deep moan from him. She smirked at seeing his green eyes darkened with lust as her hands found their way to his shirt, exposing more of his torso one button at a time. She bit down on her bottom lip in appreciation at seeing just how toned he was, mewling softly at the feeling of his muscles contracting under her palms as she parted the two halves of his shirt and pushed them off his shoulders.