101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  The question threw her for a loop but she had hoped that she recovered in time before he noticed anything. “Right over here,” she said, pointing to the middle of the set.

  The setting was quite simple – the backdrop was black and the only object on the set was a long wooden bench. It immediately made her think that the whole point of the photo shoot was to bring focus to his incredible physique and nothing else. One of the runners for the studio had made his way over to her, handing her proof sheets of the shoots with the other athletes, giving her an idea of what she needed to accomplish, nodding to herself when her initial thoughts were proven correct. Glancing up at Joe over the folder, she instructed him to take his shirt off and change into a pair of plain black track pants and to leave his feet bare.

  She placed the folder down on a nearby desk and crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted to tear her eyes away from the man who was slowly undressing before her but she couldn’t. His long, thick fingers deftly unbuttoned his waistcoat, then his shirt. Her eyes caught sight of his chiseled form, washboard abs and a muscled chest that looked tempting to run her hands over. She wondered what they would feel like under her palm, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her eyes travelled over his arms, his biceps flexing as he slipped his shirt off.

  After doing as she instructed, a makeup artist rushed over to him, coating his chest, arms and back with a thin film of baby oil. Alicia licked her lips subconsciously, somewhat envious at how the woman’s hands were roaming over Joe’s chiseled form, wondering what his muscles would feel like under her touch.

  With a shake of her head to clear her thoughts, she started to direct him around the set but he seemed to be a natural. She loved the contrast of his stark blonde hair and his tanned skin, a light natural bronze instead of the odd burnt orange that seemed to have become a fad these days. Her eyes raked over every contour of his body through her camera lens. She couldn’t think of another person who looked like him, thinking that he may just be the perfect male specimen. Her eyes settled on his huge arms as he did another push up on the bench. She took another picture, the flash of light reflecting off the beads of sweat and baby oil that were slowly slipping down his shoulder and onto his bulging bicep.

  Alicia continued to direct Joe until she had taken a variety of different poses. He watched her closely as she flicked through the pictures, her eyes looking up just in time to see him staring at her. Instead of showing even just a hint of embarrassment, he sent her a cocky grin, making her roll her eyes. She was pretty sure that he had a lot of women falling at his feet, and while she thought he was as close to a god if she ever saw one, she wasn’t about to be next in line.

  “Okay, I think we’re done here. Thanks guys,” she spoke to the room before turning her attention back to the camera that she held tightly in her small hands. She felt the space around her become smaller all of a sudden, a shadow casting over her form. Looking up, her eyes met a well-defined chest.

  “Can I have a look at some of the photos?” he asked. She wanted to scoff at the request. It was obviously time for his daily dose of an ego boost.

  “Sure, no problem,” she relented in a bored tone, holding the camera up to him. He wrapped his large hand around hers, wanting to get a better look, making her frown before pulling the camera back to her. “Don’t touch the camera.”

  “Are you being serious?” he asked, a smile gracing his lips, thinking that she was joking.

  “Deadly so,” she replied. “Those big hands of yours look clumsy.

  “You’re serious,” he said evenly, his smile faltering. “I can assure you that these hands are anything but clumsy,” he said, holding his hands up proudly. For whatever reason, she believed him. “I’ll show you later if you like.”

  And to think she was about to hand her camera over. He had done a great job of offending her. “Have a good day Mr. Craft.”

  With that, she turned on her heel and left him looking bewildered, obviously not used to being rejected once he had turned on that charm of his. Hoisting her bag from the floor and onto her shoulder, and with her camera in hand, she made her way out of the studio and around the hallways, making her way to the offices, keen on finding her boss so he could see the pictures.

  Knocking on Craig’s door, she waited for the faint “come in” before pushing it open and smiling at her boss who sat on a large leather desk chair, the wall behind him full of various photos, a few of which were taken by her. The large desk in front of him was cluttered with papers. Calling him unorganized would be an understatement.

  “I’m done with the shoot,” she announced. “Do you want to see the pictures now?”

  Craig shook his head and leant back on his chair. “Pick out the best and drop them off later,” giving her one last look before turning his attention back to his paperwork.

  Alicia sighed and made her way into her own office. She would go through the pictures, do some touching up and give them back to Craig. Walking through the door, she glanced up at the clock – it was already approaching noon. Her sight landed on some of the pictures that were laid across the desk from a previous shoot. She closed the door behind her, not wanting even the smallest of interruptions of someone passing by and popping their head in for a greeting or inviting her out to lunch. She set her bag on the floor and carefully placed her camera on the desk, stretching her arms up into the air as she let out another sigh. She turned on the computer as she set up her camera, ready to take a closer look at the pictures she had taken earlier on.

  A knock on the door echoed throughout the room, disrupting her thoughts. Before she could get any words out, she saw Joe poke his head around the door. He grinned at the shocked look on her face as he walked in without asking for her permission if it was alright for him to do so. She frowned when she noticed her coat slung over his arm.

  “You left this,” he said, holding the garment out to her. She didn’t move, stuck for words. “I’ll just leave it here then.” He placed the coat across the side of her desk and made a gesture saying that he was going to leave, but he caught sight of the pictures that were loading onto the computer. Glancing up at her again, he noticed that she was yet to move an inch. She kept her brown eyes glued on him, his arms crossing over his chest when she softly muttered a thank you. “Will you let me look now?” he asked, his hand waving over to the computer.

  “Will you leave after?” At his smirk and nod, she relented. “Fine.”

  Alicia sat down on her desk chair, her black cotton-jersey mini skirt riding up a few inches to the middle of her thighs as she did. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She could feel his hot gaze on her back, thinking that it may have been the wrong day to wear that particular sweater she had on, the sheer lace panel in the back giving Joe a view he wasn’t entirely welcome to. With a subtle shake of her head, she started flicking through the pictures. She saw his left hand on the desk next to her, then his right, boxing her in. He hovered above her, dangerously close. She continued clicking as his body lowered even more, bringing his head at a level to hers. She was trapped.

  “You’re really good,” he said, his hot breath dancing across her skin.

  Whatever fire he ignited within her disappeared when she took the chance to face him as the look in his eyes sent chills up her spine. He had stopped looking at the computer screen a while ago, his attention fully turned on her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  “Admiring.”

  “Admiring what?”

  “You.” The low brogue rumbled close to her ear, perhaps a little too close. Her skin tingled and a dull ache settled between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to put a stop to the sensations he was creating just by being so close. He wasn’t supposed to have this big an effect on her.

  “I think you’ve seen enough,” she said through gritted teeth.

  “I don’t think I’ve much at all.”

  “You need to leave,”
she said evenly, planting her feet firmly on the floor, trying to push her chair back with a kick.

  “I think I’ve had enough of you bossing me around for one day.”

  “Bossing around? I was just doing my job.”

  “You’re not working now, babe. But how about I get you into some positions? Turnabout is fair play after all. Would you like that?”

  She swallowed thickly as he finished talking, hoping that he couldn’t hear how hard her heart was beating against her chest with how close he was as he continued to lean over her shoulder. She turned slightly in her chair, ready to give the huge man an earful about calling her babe and the implications of his words. But before a sound could leave her mouth, she felt his lips crash upon hers. His teeth tugged on her bottom lip, gently sucking on the tender flesh. Her mind was screaming at her to stop but the moan that ripped through her throat left her bare as to how she truly felt about the sudden kiss.

  His tongue traced the seam of her lips before it delved into her mouth, tasting her for the first time. Her small hands gripped onto the desk, able to do nothing but hold on for her life as he devoured her. He pulled back moments later, leaving her dazed and panting for air, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The aching between her legs intensified as she saw how Joe’s eyes had changed, his green orbs turned on her with a smoldering gaze.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said huskily. She shook her head and turned her gaze away from him. One of his big hands cupped the side of her face and gently turned her head back to face him. He reached up into her hair and tugged at the band that held it up, pulling her brown locks free. He watched as it gently fell to frame her face and fall over her shoulders. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you and your attitude.”

  “I don’t have an attitude,” she said, frowning up at him.

  “I like it,” he said with a smirk. His eyes travelled back down to her wet pink lips for a second before finding her eyes once again. She wanted him – she had wanted him as soon as she had heard his New England drawl and got the first glimpse at his naked torso. She stood up from her chair and pushed a hand against his wide chest, creating some space between them. She slipped past him to stand in front of the desk, running a hand through her hair and letting out a deep breath. When she woke up that morning to accept this job at the last minute, this was far from what she was expecting to happen. She had to be dreaming.

  Joe moved between her and the door, blocking off her only way out of the room. Any rational thoughts were now long gone as she reached out for him, long slender fingers running up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the soft cotton of his shirt. He smirked as her dainty hands explored his body.

  “I don’t usually do this.”

  “You don’t usually do what?”

  “This,” she repeated, her voice a little louder and firmer than before. She shook her head and pressed her fingers against her temples. He pulled her hands down, his large hands keeping a firm but gentle grip around her wrists.

  He pulled her hard against his body and lowered his lips to her ear. “Let yourself go, babe.”

  His tongue darted out and licked her neck before planting a kiss in the same spot. He kissed up her jaw line and back to her lips. She ran her hands up his arms, her needy fingers clawing at his muscles. She wanted to feel the body that she had only had the pleasure of capturing on camera. She wanted to know what his skin tasted like. She blindly felt her way to the buttons of his shirt while he continued to get her even more lost into the kiss, proving just how skillful his tongue could be. She finally unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers finding their way to his firm abs as soon as the two halves were parted.

  She couldn’t think of another time when she felt something so exquisite, her nails clawing into his skin to make sure he was real. Her heart jumped slightly when he growled into her mouth, swiftly pulling her away. He locked the office door before going back to her, walking past towards the desk. He threw a look over her shoulder, smirking at the confusion clouding her eyes. He grinned cheekily before sweeping everything off her desk, sending everything crashing to the floor save for her computer and camera.

  Alicia’s mouth hung open in shock, leaving her nervous that someone may have heard the noise and come knocking on her door. But before she could worry any more, Joe picked her up and dropped her on the desk. His hands gripped at the hem of her sweater, pulling the material over her head in one swift movement. His eyes landed on her full breasts, pushed together by a blue lace bra. His thumbs brushed over the nipples that were straining against the material, a clear sign that she was turned on. One hand moved to her back and deftly unclasped her bra, pulling the flimsy material away from her body and tossing it behind him. He gripped her hips firmly and lifted her up a bit, quickly pulling her skirt down her legs. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and moved to stand between her legs again. His palms smoothed over her thighs, goose bumps breaking through the lightly tanned flesh at his heated touch.

  Gripping the back of her thighs, he brought her closer to the edge of the desk. He took hold of her ankles and made her plant one foot on the table while he wrapped the other around his waist. He trailed kisses from the valley of her breasts down to her belly button, stopping just at the waistband of her panties. He moved her leg from his waist to his shoulder, allowing him to crouch down before her. He placed a soft kiss against her lace-covered mound, the smell of her sex invading his senses. Her hips rose from the desk, wanting to give more of herself to him, begging to be shown just how skillful his tongue was.

  Smirking up at her, he pulled her panties off to one side, his mouth going back to her heated core once she was exposed, finally letting his tongue slide over her slick flesh. Alicia moaned, forgetting just where she was, as his tongue worked its way up to her clit, suckling on the sensitive nub, sending a surge of pleasure through her body.

  She rolled her hips against his grip, trying to get him to release the tension that was building up in the pit of her stomach. Her nails dug into his forearm as he plunged his tongue into her, gathering her earthy flavor. His ministrations soon had her turning into a writhing mess, ready to collapse in a heap had it not been for his firm grip on her. Pressing one final kiss to her clit, he made his way back up her body in a trail of nips and kisses.

  Alicia’s breathing hitched as her mind spun, desperately wanting more. He kissed her hard, his tongue delving into her mouth to give her a taste of herself. He pulled away from her and let her legs dangle over the edge of the desk again. She reached out her hands to him, one smoothing over his toned stomach, another working on undoing his belt.

  Her head snapped up when she heard the familiar sound of a camera clicking, her jaw falling slack when she saw the camera in Joe’s grasp. He smirked from behind the lens as he snapped more shots of her. “Don’t be shy now,” he said mirthfully, snapping even more pictures.

  “Put that down before you break it,” she said pointedly.

  “Give me a reason to and I will.”

  With a smirk of her own, she pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers and let it drop to the floor with a thud. She managed to free the button on his pants and pull the zipper down amidst more of his picture taking, a hand shooting out to grope her as he went. When her hand dipped into his boxer briefs and wrapped around his turgid length, Joe put the camera back down on the desk, a grunt passing through his lips as she slowly started to stroke him up and down. His lips found her neck again, sucking and teasing the smooth skin, urging her to go stroke him faster. Feeling her grip tighten around him, he pulled away, kicking out of his pants and pulling his underwear off in a few swift movements.

  He watched her face intently as she drank up the sight of him, her thumb swiping over the tip of his cock to swipe at the drop of pre-cum. He groaned as she spread the wetness over the bulbous head before stroking him again. His lips curved into a smirk when she licked at her lips.

  He placed his hand over hers, guiding it up and
down his shaft in a rhythm that he preferred. Alicia looked up at him, his head tilted back slightly with his eyes shut. She bit down on her lip, her gaze travelling back down to his length.

  She had always been annoyed at her short stature but couldn’t be more grateful that he towered over her petite frame as leaning down a short distance put her mouth just where she wanted to. Her tongue darted out, taking the first lick of his cock, rolling her tongue over the hot tip. Joe gasped as she pulled his hand away, parted her lips and took him deep within her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke him while she sucked as much of his huge shaft to the back of her throat, her other hand gripping onto his firm backside to pull him closer to her.

  He grabbed hold of the camera again, taking pictures as her head bobbed up and down his length. He groaned when she looked up while his cock was in her mouth, those big doe eyes of hers darkened with lust. He snapped more pictures of her as she gave him a blowjob, smirking as she gave him quite a show through the lenses – licking the underside of his length slowly from base to tip, sucking in her cheeks as her mouth closed over the head before swallowing as much of his length as she can.