101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  “Mr. Allen, oh, Mr. Allen, you’re so good,” Louise gasped out. Her hair was now a tangled mess behind her. She leaned back, arching her back. She locked her ankles behind Mr. Allen’s back and spread her bent knees as far as they could go. She was completely bare now, stripped of any covering. She was all open, all his for the taking. She was being taken, and she was getting lost in the overwhelming sensation that was rising from all parts of her body.

  Mr. Allen once again covered one of Louise’s breasts with his hungry mouth. He chewed lightly on her young breast meat and kept on running his tongue all over the erect pink bud that was her nipple. He couldn’t get enough of Louise. She was the most delicious thing that had recently come into her life. Of course he was going to hire her. She had the qualities he had been looking for in a teacher, not to mention he was excited at the thought of them meeting up every lunch or every afternoon—whenever they desired, really—and doing whatever they felt like doing at the moment.

  The intensity of her sensation was building up. Louise was now breathing in short gasps. She was about to come; she felt it in her bones.

  “Mr. Allen, I’m going to burst!” she exclaimed.

  She did burst. Her orgasm was explosive. She bit into his shoulder as her orgasm ripped through her body in large waves. She shut her eyes and surrendered to the shakes that were going through her. She bit into his shoulder harder, but he simply held her close, waiting for the shaking to subside. Mr. Allen felt he was going to come too, but he didn’t feel like doing so inside Louise’s chamber, no matter how snug and nice and tight it was.

  When Louise calmed down, Mr. Allen stood up, carried Louise, and gently set her down his large leather office chair. She was too weak to protest or do anything about it. She simply looked up at him as she slowly rearranged herself to a more comfortable position on the office chair. She was sweating all over. The sweat added a nice healthy sheen to her skin, making her look even more desirable. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed, trying to ease her breathing back to normal.

  “Now I’m going to burst, Louise,” Mr. Allen said gently.

  He said it with such calm that it took awhile before Louise registered what he had just said. And when she did, a hot white substance streamed out from Mr. Allen’s cock and right into her breasts, where he had positioned his cock before he let his orgasm take control. He was shuddering as well as he held his cock steady in front of her tits, covering her gorgeous set with his white come. His eyes shut, and he cried out one more time before his body shook and his penis spurted a stream of his body fluid one last time.

  Mr. Allen went down on his knees. He too was spent. He lay his head on Louise’s bare lap, reaching up to fondle a come-covered breast.

  Louise stared at the white liquid mess on her chest. It had dripped down her lacy bra. Her top was ruined; it too was covered in come. She ran her fingers over her tits and proceeded to lick Mr. Allen’s fluid from them. She licked and sucked at her fingers like she was eating a popsicle, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He tasted clean and fresh, and she suddenly wanted to taste more of him. She scooped up more fluid from her breasts and licked the stuff that clung to her fingers. While she was doing this, Mr. Allen went on with his head on her lap and his hand fondling her breast.

  With her chest now clean—save for a sticky white sheen that covered it—Louise leaned back on the office chair and gently stroked Mr. Allen’s hair.

  “Did you like my demonstration, sir?” she asked, purposely making her voice sound shy and demure.

  Mr. Allen chuckled. The hand on her breast rested on the nipple. “What do you think?” he replied.

  Louise giggled girlishly. “I think you liked it very much,” she said in her normal voice.

  Mr. Allen looked up at her. “Yes, I did like it very much,” he said in his formal tone of voice. “Well, perhaps you can make another demonstration, Ms. Stein?”

  Louise grinned. “You bet, Mr. Allen!” she answered, and her smile grew wider.

  Michelle Listens

  “Please, Bryan,” Michelle pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your slave for a week, a month! I’ll do your papers, your laundry, anything! Anything but that.” The thought of having sex with Bryan sent shivers of disgust racing down her spine, and she whimpered.

  If only she hadn’t taken those stupid pictures in the first place!

  But it was too late now. Bryan was holding the incriminating photos in his hands—all seven of them, she saw—and was wagging the prints in front of her face. She made as if to snatch them from his grip, but he easily held his hand out of her reach. For a total geek, Bryan was impressively tall. As far as Michelle was concerned, that was where his positive traits ended.

  “Nope,” Bryan said, smiling gleefully. “You heard very well what I said the first time, Michelle. It’s either you do as I say, or these photos find themselves all over the Internet.” His blue eyes gleamed.

  Michelle felt sick. She knew Bryan was telling the truth. The thought of her parents seeing her naked photos made her stomach squirm. And what would her dear older brother, Carl, say? The thought was horrifying and beyond shameful, and she realized she didn’t have much choice in the matter.

  She took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll have sex with you,” she told Bryan.

  Bryan pumped his fist in the air and shouted, “The lady has some sense left in her!” He slipped the photos in one of his textbooks then turned to Michelle eagerly, rubbing his hands together. His delight was unmistakable.

  “Let’s get ready to rumble!” he pronounced then cackled out loud.

  Michelle, more than anything else, wanted to vomit right there and then. But it wouldn’t help matters at all. The best she could do, she decided, was to do as Bryan asked and get things over with. The sooner she got his orders done, the better, and the sooner she could forget about this awful incident.

  She began to remove her clothes. She did this without finesse, roughly slipping her loose sweatshirt over her head and pulling her jeans down her legs. She figured the faster she moved, the sooner it would be over. She was now in her bra and panties when she glanced at Bryan.

  He was stripping off his clothes too, and while his movements were as rapid as hers, his purpose for moving fast was a different matter. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out Bryan was taking his clothes off because he was excited. The obvious bulge in the front of his briefs confirmed Michelle’s worst belief. Indeed he appeared very ready to rumble.

  Michelle swallowed back her disgust. She saw Bryan was looking at her lustily. He was practically drooling.

  “You’re absolutely stunning,” Bryan told her, a little breathless.

  “Just shut up and let’s get this over and done with,” Michelle shot back. She removed her undergarments. Bryan did the same, and in a few moments, they were both naked.

  Immediately Bryan stepped forward and placed his hands on Michelle’s breasts. He squeezed them so hard she cried out in pain, which, unfortunately, he mistook for a cry of pleasure. He squeezed her tits harder, and she swatted at his hands.

  “Bryan, you’re hurting me!” Michelle cried out.

  “Sorry,” Bryan replied. He let go of her delicious globules and proceeded to take them into his mouth instead. His mouth was warm and moist, and despite her internal protests, her nipples stiffened immediately and woke up inside his mouth. He felt her nipples come to life, and he took one nub between his teeth and bit on it gently.

  Michelle was horrified to discover she was getting aroused. She felt the familiar fire between her legs every time she and Kyle got down and dirty. She reached between her legs and felt her most private space. Her mound was wet, and it showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.

  Bryan felt her touch herself, and his own hand soon followed Michelle’s. He removed her hand from her pussy and replaced it with his own. She inhaled sharply. His hands were large and rough, and it made a delicious kind of friction down there. He fi
ddled with the lips of her pussy and, without warning, inserted a finger inside.

  “Gosh, Michelle, you’re so wet,” Bryan said, panting. “I’ve no idea you got the hots for me.”

  “Just shut up and do your thing,” Michelle said with gritted teeth. Sweat was now forming on her forehead. Her hips began to rock as Bryan’s finger slid in and out of her pussy.

  Seeing she was getting very soaked, he added another finger inside her for a bit of friction. She moaned and spread her legs wider. Encouraged, he slid in another finger inside her, making it a total of three fingers in her pussy. He wrapped his other arm around Michelle and, with a strength she didn’t expect him to have, lifted her a few inches off the floor so that she was now impaled on his fingers.

  “Bryan!” Michelle gasped. She had never experienced something like this. The angle of being high up there with Bryan’s fingers squirming almost vertically inside her aroused her like never before. She clearly felt every poke and prod of those visiting fingers. Her flesh wrapped itself eagerly around them, coating the invading digits with her exotic fluids that were now trickling down her thigh. She was unbelievably wet! Adding to the erotic stimulus was Bryan’s mouth clamped over one breast again. It was easy for him to suck on her tit as her chest was level with his face.

  He licked at Michelle’s stiff nipple. He tugged and pulled gently, all the while leaving no spot undetected at her private cave down there. Michelle couldn’t stop from moaning. She had wrapped her legs around Bryan’s hips, spreading them as far apart as possible, giving his hand free access to her pussy. She rocked and bounced, her breasts jiggling. She felt his erect cock occasionally rub against the inside of her thigh and outside her pussy.

  “Give me your cock,” Michelle whispered.

  Bryan smiled. “Gladly.”

  He removed his fingers from inside her cunt and thrust them to her mouth. She was surprised at this but not for long. She sucked at his fingers eagerly, tasting the pleasant taste of herself as she licked his digits clean. As she was doing this, she suddenly felt the tip of his huge cock outside her vagina.

  Then Bryan was inside her, ramming himself into her. Michelle cried out loud, but her cries were muffled by Bryan’s fingers inside her mouth. He now carried and held her close to him with both arms. He really was very strong, Michelle realized. She bounced up and down, timing her movements with his thrusting, her pussy meeting his cock halfway and then whole, taking in as much of his tool as she could.

  “You feel so good, Michelle,” Bryan said. His moans were growing louder every second, filling the room. Michelle’s cries mingled with his, and the sharp sound of breathing and panting filled the air. There was also the smell of sweat and body fluids, and the slightly sticky, sweet smell of wet cunt.

  Nothing filled Michelle’s mind but the intense pleasure that was penetrating her. Pressing her hips and her pussy as close to Bryan as possible, she arched her back and threw her head back. Her long brown hair ran down in a waterfall and moved in time with her rocking hips. Bryan reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled roughly. The pain sent shivers of delight all over her body, and she moaned out loud. He tugged at her hair again, and her moans grew louder.

  She was beyond herself when she came. She writhed and thrashed about in his arms as her orgasm seemed to rip her body apart. Her juices gushed from her private hole, which was then filled with Bryan’s fresh hot come as his orgasm took over him moments after Michelle’s. Their cries—his harsh and manly, hers soft and sharp—mixed together, providing an interesting contrast with each other.

  They collapsed on Bryan’s bed. She clung to him for a few minutes before disengaging from his arms, her ecstasy slowly being replaced with rationality. She rolled off him and lay panting beside him instead.

  “Wow, Michelle, that was amazing,” Bryan said. He was still trying to catch his breath, but he sounded genuinely amazed.

  Michelle sat up straight. “Thanks, but that’s about all you’re getting.” She stood up and retrieved her clothes. She began to get dressed.

  “Aw, that sucks.” Bryan sat up but made no move to get off the bed.

  Michelle rolled her eyes as she slipped into her jeans. “Come on. You know why I did all that in the first place.” She zipped her jeans and slipped her sweater back on. “Now give me my photos.”

  Bryan, still naked, retrieved the photos and handed them wordlessly to Michelle. She snatched them from his hand and stuffed them on the pocket of her jeans.

  “Thanks, Bryan,” Michelle said gruffly. Then she walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

  But Michelle had to smile. That wasn’t so bad, after all.

  The Knot and a Not

  Babysitters are a sore spot for me. I have two kids who need somebody to look after them when my husband and I are away. I have had three babysitters in the best and all of them were great. However, after hearing my friends’ stories about how their husbands are having a “party” with the babysitter whenever they are not home, I started feeling vicariously traumatized. I recently told my husband that JUST to be on the safe side, I think we are better off having a male baby sitter. Anyway, my kids are two boys----Trance and Ken.

  My husband never argued with me about the matter. He is very understanding when it comes to most cases and for that, I am immensely grateful. After that conversation, we started placing ads for a male nanny. He was the one who conducted the interview since I was busy. What started out as 15 applicants boiled down to 1----Matt Edwards.

  My husband said that he chose him because he seems really nice, has great experience, and he seems “kid friendly”. I trust my husband’s judgment on most things so I didn’t dig deeper about the nanny. As long as he does the job really well and that he treats my boys nicely, then we’re fine.

  I was getting dressed for work when the door bell rang. My husband left a few minutes ago. Thinking he must have left something, I didn’t bother with a robe. I was wearing a rose coloured chemise with no bra and my underwear. I opened the door and instead of my husband, it was a very handsome young man who stood there.

  “Yes?”

  “Good morning. You must be Mrs. Cay. I’m Matt Edwards.”

  “Hi Matt. Please come in.” Just then, his eyes went over my body and I realized that I was scantily dressed. “Please sit down. I’m just gonna grab a robe.” I went upstairs in a flash but I could have sworn that his gaze followed me all the way up. Truth be told, that added an extra oomph to my every step. It’s crazy, I know. I returned a second later, now wearing a robe. Perfect timing because the kids just woke up and I introduced them to Matt. They seem to like him from what I can see and so I proceeded to say a couple of reminders to him. After that, I went upstairs to fix myself for the day.

  I don’t know why but I suddenly felt all giddy as I continued dressing up. I wore a mauve wrap around dress, donned my nude pumps, and sprayed my favourite Chanel Chance hair fragrance. I feel like a goddamn teenager but I don’t care. I swiped red gloss on my lips and made my way downstairs. I bid my boys goodbye and went to work. Still, I felt Matt’s gaze as I walked away.

  I jokingly talked about this to a colleague. “No. Not your babysitter!”

  “Why not?” I asked innocently.

  “Stop acting like you don’t know.” She countered.

  “Fine. So he looked at me in a very odd, lusty way but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna act on it. Stop being too prissy.”

  “I’m not being prissy. I am trying to be the voice of reason.”

  “Okay, Reese. I won’t mess up with him. Besides, I love Roy.”

  “That’s great to hear Vicky.”

  I looked at her and smiled. What does she know? Reese is a 35 year old virgin and still single. She does not appreciate the many complicated facets of relationships or marriage for that matter. Anyway, maybe it’s just hormones. I’ll get past this.

  I went home around 6 pm, but I was still scheduled to do some office work at home. My husband is not
yet home, probably still with the boys for some beers. I got out of my pumps and went to check out the kids, who are still in their rooms. I decided to make some chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes for dinner. Sounds fancy right, but yeah I can cook.

  Dinner went smoothly and I must admit that I felt really great knowing that my kids loved the food. I must also admit that I felt even better when Matt Edwards complimented the dessert that I made for them. Oh simple joys. Every time our eyes come in contact, I cannot help but flush. This turned out to be one of the days that I wished I was still single. Damn.

  There is something about the way he looks at me that excites me and frightens me at the same time. Although that’s a bit weird considering that he is so much younger than me. I cleaned up the dishes after dinner. At least that me gave me time to avoid him. However, the mundane task just made me think about him all the more. He went down to the kitchen again to get something to drink. My back automatically stiffened. Weird I know.