101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  His dirty talk and the audacity to suggest foregoing protocol stroked Dina’s arousal. She was incredibly turned on too, not to mention that the idea of getting it down and dirty with John excited her immensely. Much as she was tempted to, she just couldn’t ignore protocol over a few minutes of heightened sensual passion. She had always been a woman of sound judgment, and with her job on the line, she needed to use that famous judgment now more than ever.

  She answered him by placing his cock inside her mouth. He couldn’t stop moaning now. It appeared he had been feeling hot and horny the second he had seen Dina without a piece of clothing on. How torturous it must be for him having to sit in front of a fully naked woman—and an attractive one at that—without being able to do anything!

  Dina’s hands snaked around John’s hips and settled at his firm, solid buttocks. She grabbed as much flesh as she can and squeezed hard, all the while pursing her lips tightly around his dick and making humming sounds. She knew he liked what she was doing by the way his flesh trembled under her touch and how he was panting so hard now. This went on for about a few minutes. She didn’t mind at all. She enjoyed the feel of his solid tool inside her mouth. It was fleshy but firm, and it was large. It fit snugly inside her mouth. She noticed he also tasted clean and fresh, unlike some of the guys she had interviewed in the few years she had been with the firm. John Thompson was a dream come true, and Dina was determined to stretch that dream for as long as she could.

  She pushed at John’s buttocks, bringing him closer to her and his dick deeper into her mouth. With her knees she inched closer to him. His cock was now almost at her throat. Much as she wanted to push it in deeper, she could not. There were cameras all over the office, not to mention all over the entire building. Talking dirty and plotting plans weren’t considered serious offenses. The higher-ups believed talk was cheap, and unless the plans were actually carried out, then such talk were harmless and not a threat. Taking an applicant’s penis even deeper than required, however, didn’t fall under the “empty threat” category. No, she didn’t want to take the risk.

  John moved his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Dina’s mouth. She took it in eagerly, moistening it with the fluids present in her mouth. Her hands never budged from his buttocks. On and on she kept grabbing and squeezing. His hands were now wound in her hair, where they tugged gently. Every tug sent shivers of ecstasy all over her body. She pressed closer to him, her fully aroused tits brushing against the front of his thighs.

  “Oh, Dina, that feels so good,” John said in between moans and groans. “You are so good at what you do.” His hips moved faster, becoming more urgent. His thrusting picked up speed, and his breathing grew quicker.

  Dina realized he was going to orgasm anytime now. She quickly withdrew her mouth from his organ, let go of his firm buttocks that she couldn’t get enough of, and wrapped her hands around his penis this time. She positioned his penis in such a way that it pointed directly over her breasts.

  She was just in time. He came a few seconds after. He jerked and did a kind of dance. He shuddered, and a hot white fluid came spurting out from his dick. She watched with fascination as the liquid shot out and landed right on her chest, soaking her breasts. More spurts shot out as John went on shaking and shuddering. Then he cried out loud, and as he grew limp, his penis ejected a final shot of the white come down into her breasts.

  John’s knees grew weak. He felt drained and spent. Before they could give way completely, he knelt in front of Dina in similar fashion. He placed his hands on her shoulders and was about to pull her close to him, but she placed a palm on his chest, stopping him.

  “We can’t give each other a hug, John,” Dina reminded him gently. Her face and body didn’t give away anything, but inside she was burning with desire and a tinge of frustration. Damn the protocol! She would have given anything to have those strong arms wrapped around her, but anything didn’t include her job. Maybe they could catch up after work or something.

  Focus, Dina, she told herself. It’s your job. Remember that. Stop getting carried away, and focus on what you were expected to do.

  “Why not?” he asked. His brow furrowed. He was puzzled.

  “Protocol,” she said simply. She placed her hands at the sides of his head. “We can, however, do this.”

  She gently pushed his head toward her chest, particularly to her breasts, which were slathered with his fresh come. He understood what needed to be done, and she felt more than saw his tongue flicker out and make contact with her chest. His tongue was soft and sharp at the same time. As it made its way over her nipple, she sighed in contentment.

  “That’s it, John,” she said encouragingly. “No hugs, but you can lick me up all you want.” She pushed his head closer to her chest. “Come on, man up. I know you can do better than that.”

  Her words did the trick. John seemed to come into life beneath her hands. He placed his hands on her buttocks for support. As she did on his bum a few moments ago, he grabbed as much meat from her behind as he could and gave it a thorough squeeze. His squeezing hurt slightly, but it was more pleasurable than painful. She decided to throw her inhibitions out the window and do whatever she pleases—as long as it fell within the procedure, of course.

  Dina gave out little moans. Her moaning seemed to perk up John, who was now enthusiastically licking his own come off her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her tits. It seemed like he must have more after each lick. He nibbled and pulled on her nipples, making them stand as erect as possible. By now his mouth was full of his come. He remembered the instruction on such situation, and he went and executed what was expected right away.

  He kissed her full on the mouth. She was surprised but not for long. She too remembered what was to be done. She parted her lips and opened her mouth wide. He shot his come right into her open mouth. As soon as she felt his substance inside her oral cavity, she swallowed it whole. His taste was different now—maybe because her sweat had mixed with the fluid—but it still tasted clean. It still tasted of him. There was a sticky feeling in her throat, and she swallowed again. She smiled.

  “Good girl,” he said, and smiled back. He leaned toward her again, and before she could back off and tell him he wasn’t allowed to give her a full kiss on the lips except for specific instances, he had planted a quick one on her lips and nibbled slightly on her lower lip. He had backed away before she could swat him. What he did wasn’t a grave offense, but she was having none of that. She didn’t want any more of those moments and quick moves. She was afraid she would get carried away, and she couldn’t afford to do that. Especially not now, when she was so close to waging it all in and giving in to the lust-drenched calls of her flesh.

  “John, you weren’t supposed to do that,” she said sharply, hoping to discourage him from making any more attempts.

  He didn’t seem bothered, though. He tipped her a wink and went back to her breasts again. He fondled one breast with his hand while he took the other breast inside his mouth. He sucked and fondled, and soon, Dina’s worries melted away. She was giving in again. No matter. Her glance went to the clock on the wall, and she saw they no longer had much time left. Their allotted hour was almost up, but she wasn’t worried. She felt herself down there. She was very wet now. Some of her fluids had begun to drip down her thighs.

  John’s hand, the one on Dina’s breast, went down and slipped between her thighs. Feeling how moist she was down there, he removed his mouth from her tit and looked up at her.

  “You’re soaking wet,” he remarked. His eyes shone.

  “You know what to do about it,” she said, her lips pulled up in a naughty smile.

  John chuckled. “Yeah, I do.” He carefully pushed Dina back down the floor. Dina allowed herself to be pushed. When her back hit the floor, she arranged her legs, spreading them wide so as to give him free access. He placed himself between her legs and, after a moment’s hesitation, buried his face in her cunt.

  The same tongue—sharp and s
oft at the same time—that ran all over her chest penetrated her down there. She moaned and writhed on the floor. She had no idea how much she had wanted to feel him down there until his tongue made contact on her wet flesh. Her knees bent and her legs began to close, but John spread them open right back and held them down with his arms, pinning them on the floor.

  Dina was completely bare and vulnerable now. She still had her stilettos on, and they made the scene appear kinkier than usual. There was a sense of urgency in the air that she was sure was the real thing. They only had minutes left to themselves now. As the interviewer, she was the one in charge; hence, she mustn’t let themselves do their thing way past the deadline. She would be blamed for the delay as she was supposed to be in control of the situation. But she couldn’t think straight, not with his lovely tongue flicking in and out of her organ.

  She went on writhing on the floor. Her hips rose and fell in time with the thrusting of John’s tongue. She reached out and touched her breasts. She played with them, tugging at her nipples and pulling at the entire breast as his tongue went on snaking playfully at the mound between her thighs. She felt herself growing wetter every second. She didn’t want John to stop what he was doing. She opened her mouth to tell him how much he was driving her crazy, but then he inserted a finger inside her pussy, and the words escaped her. She lay back down on the floor and gave off a series of moans that never seemed to stop. Her moans kept getting louder as his tongue inside her pussy became more intense. The lone finger down there added to the intense pleasure.

  “John, you’re merciless,” Dina managed to gasp out. The words escaped her again as John planted his mouth over her swollen clitoris and began to suck on it gently. The finger inside her cunt went on sliding in and out, not stopping even for a second.

  The sensations were too much for Dina. She went on moaning and thrashing on the floor. Her hands wrapped around John’s hair and tugged at them hard, almost painfully. “Let up, John,” she begged. But she was so breathless now and panting harshly that he didn’t hear what she had just said. He went on pleasing her down there with both his mouth and finger. All in all, when Dina came, it was an explosive one.

  She screamed as she came, one of the very few times she did so. She screamed again as another orgasm coursed through her. The fluids she ejected from her body spurted into John’s face, but he didn’t mind at all. He didn’t let up; in fact, he went on sucking and plunging his finger into her vagina even though she was already leaking hot white fluid from her most intimate part.

  Dina came and came and came again. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, the final orgasm ran all over her body and left her lying on the floor, out of breath and completely drained. John still had his mouth and finger inside her pussy. When he saw she was spent, though, he took his mouth and finger from her private space and, placing his hands on the floor beside her shoulders for support, loomed over her.

  “Was that good, Dina?” he asked. “Was I good? Did you like what I did?”

  She shut her eyes. She was still breathless, and she couldn’t find her voice to answer him. She figured he was being sarcastic. Of course he knew how well he did in pleasing her. Because he made her come, not to mention scream out loud as she came, he was certain to get high marks on that category, which happened to be the highest—and hardest—category of all. John Thompson would have to be without a brain to not know he had excelled in that department, and he obviously had lots of gray matter between his ears.

  “Don’t kid with me,” Dina answered. “You know how you did.” She pushed him off her and sat up straight, but she didn’t make any effort to stand up. Instead she adjusted her necklace and her stilettos.

  John sat beside her, studying her. “Dina, you’re beautiful,” he said softly, almost tenderly.

  Dina wanted to turn and look him in the eye but did not. Not that it was prohibited; hell, they could look into each other’s eyes as much as they want. Yet she didn’t, because she was afraid. She was feeling very weird now, even after the fantastic almost-sex. Sex was not allowed in the interview process. The rules were clear: you can do anything but that. Hugging, caressing each other’s faces, and cuddling were just some of the things that the firm banned the interviewer and applicants from doing. All forms of and actions that suggested intimacy weren’t allowed inside the building. It wouldn’t do at all for the employees to have conflicting feelings for the applicants. That would muddle things up. No, it wouldn’t do at all.

  Dina suspected she was already muddling things up. But she wouldn’t let them know, not especially the higher-ups.

  She stood up, trying not to look at John Thompson in the face. She went behind the relative safety of the desk and gestured at the folder lying on the desk while John got dressed.

  “We’ll call you once the results are out,” she said curtly, still not looking at him.

  “Dina,” John started, but she cut him off.

  “We’re past our allotted time, Mr. Thompson,” she said, still looking down. “Thank you for being here. You may now leave.”

  When she heard the door click shut, Dina sat down on the office chair, laid her head on her arms, and muddled things up.

  Game Over

  The party was in full swing when the door creaked open and Ben poked his head in. His eyeballs almost popped out from their sockets when he saw Rain spread deliciously on the bed. His babysitter was naked save for the transparent panties that revealed more than covered the slick and moist mound underneath. Ben couldn’t help but run his tongue over his lips. He couldn’t believe Rain, only twenty-two years old, would have the guts to do something like this, with his wife, Valerie, and tons of people downstairs.

  “Is that all you’re going to do, just watch?” Rain asked with a wicked smile. She stretched on the satin sheets, bunching them up beneath her. Her arms went over her head, making her already large breasts with the light pink nipples look even larger. Her long slim legs spread wider, and Ben saw the darkening spot had grown larger. And only in a matter of minutes at that! It was the growing dark spot that did it. He groaned, shut the door behind him, and dove to the bed, right on top of Rain and practically groaning like a maniac.

  “You’re a slutty, teasing cunt,” Ben growled, and gave Rain’s pussy a brisk slap with his hand.

  Rain giggled. “My poor darling,” she cooed, and spread her arms wide. “Come here and give little Rain a kiss.”

  Ben pounced. He pinned Rain’s slim arms to her sides and placed his lips on top of hers, so sweet and luscious, devouring them in a frenzied passion. Rain moaned, exhaling breath right into his mouth. It turned him on. He let go of her arms, and right away, she pushed his shirt up his chest and over his head and did away with the buttons, zippers, and belt loops on his jeans. Soon he was as naked as Rain, yet she still had those damn panties on.

  Ben broke their torrid kissing and lowered his body so that his face was now in line with Rain’s hips. He took the top of her panties into his mouth and tugged them downward, sliding them down her legs and off her with his teeth. He looked up to see Rain looking back at him, flushing rosily and looking so incredibly turned on. That aroused Ben even more, and the second the panties were a crumpled mess on the floor, he went right back up and over Rain.

  He decided to go down the wild-and-dirty route this time. He wound his hand around Rain’s long blond hair and pulled hard. She groaned and bit her lip, obviously in a bit of pain. He tugged harder, and she moaned louder. Ben leaned down and bit Rain’s lips. She gave a little shriek, which he silenced with another torrid and heavy kiss. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting and exploring every nook and cranny of her lovely mouth.

  He removed one hand from her hair and touched her pussy. It was wet, just as he had suspected. He liked the feel of her bare cunt against his skin. He played with her lips for a while, teasing her. She squirmed, and her breath began to catch.

  Ben slid two of his fingers inside Rain’s slippery crack. She moaned,
spread her legs some more, and bent her knees. He removed his other hand from Rain’s hair and ran it over her luscious large breasts. He watched hungrily as her already hard nipples grew even harder, becoming nubs, reminding him of pencil erasers. He rubbed and rubbed, knowing that arousal was turning into sensitivity and, finally, into pain. His fingers down Rain’s cunt didn’t stop doing their thing. Ben wanted to ravage his hot babysitter with the conflicting and intensifying bouts of pleasure he knew were running through her, thanks to his simultaneous poking, prodding, and rubbing.

  Rain was now positively writhing on the bed. She was giving off little kitten like cries and breathing harshly. Ben watched her with utmost concentration as he went right on playing with her tits and pussy. He was growing hard himself, and he wasn’t surprised when he glanced down and saw his thick tool standing large and erect between his legs. He was ready to roll, baby. She better be too. He slipped another finger between her dripping-wet crack. A minute later, he removed the hand on her breasts and slipped a finger of that hand inside her ass.

  She squealed. Her moans grew louder. He was positive the guests—and his wife, never forget his wife—downstairs could hear her cries should the music break down at that very moment. He wasn’t sure if he didn’t want it to happen—or not.