101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Her body produced more of her exotic juices. Gina was soaking wet by now. She was so wet, in fact, that the initially painful friction from Geoff’s initial fucking was now dulled and sweetened into a delicious kind of friction that she really liked. She raised her hips with every thrust, meeting him halfway, taking in as much of him as her cunt could. She wanted all of him inside her, wanted all of his flesh snug deep inside her private space.

  The intensity of the sensation was rising and rising. Gina knew she couldn’t take in any more pleasure. She was going to erupt, going to spill her juices all over his shaft, which was how she wanted it in the first place. She opened her mouth to tell him she was about to come when suddenly, just like he did before, Geoff pulled his cock out of her.

  Gina was dismayed. How dare he pull himself out just when she was about to orgasm! Her dismay gave way into anger, her lust forgotten for the moment.

  “Geoff, what are you doing!” she cried out. “Oh, for—”

  “Turn around,” Geoff said thickly. “On your stomach, Gina. On all fours now.”

  His words didn’t sink in at first. “What—” she began.

  Geoff gave her a brisk slap on the buttocks, and she squealed. “I said on all fours,” he growled. Had there been even the slightest source of light, she knew she wouldn’t be surprised if she saw his eyes blazing with intensity and urgency.

  Then she understood what he had been trying to tell her, what he wanted. She nodded in the dark, sat upright, and positioned herself on all fours. She did the best she could by lowering her elbows so that her face was almost buried on the bed while she raised her hips and her bum high up into the air as much as she could.

  Gina felt Geoff’s strong yet gentle hands grab her hips to steady her. She felt the tip of his organ brush against the soft flesh of her buttocks and the soft edges of her anus. Once again she was reminded of how huge he was, how snug and just right he felt inside her. She remembered how her warm flesh clung to his hard flesh eagerly, attaching itself to the foreign body inside her body, foreign yet totally fuckworthy, exploring every inch of her with pounding hunger. Her face burned at the memory of Geoff’s dick inside her. She wasn’t surprised to find she was filled with longing. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her again. No matter. After he would have his way, she was going to tell him to fuck her in her cunt again. Her loins were crying out for his meat.

  “Take me, Geoff, use my body,” Gina found herself saying. “I’m your fuck doll, your hot piece of ass. Just take me, pound into me, bury yourself deep into me.” She shut her eyes and screamed, “Do whatever you want to me!”

  “Gladly, Gina,” Geoff answered. A split second later, his cock rammed into her anus.

  Gina had never been fucked in the ass before. The sensation was nothing like she had ever imagined. Pain bloomed and filled every part of her, and she screamed with every push and pull. He was so huge! He filled every nook and cranny of her anus. As with her cunt, he was a perfect fit. He fit too perfectly, in fact, that she had a crazy thought of him bursting inside her and tearing her into pieces.

  Geoff’s hands gripped her hips as he went on ramming himself in and out of her anus. Her cries and his moans of passion mingled with the sound of the heavy pouring rain outside. The smell of sweat and body fluids and fulfilled lust filled the air, along with the cool smell of the rain and the earthy smell of wet soil.

  Gina and Geoff pounded away into each other. Gina raised her bum even higher in the air, spreading her legs as far apart as they would go so as to give Geoff even more access to her virgin asshole. The feel of his dick inside her ass was unbelievable, and the pain was receding bit by bit. She had to bite into the pillow to keep from screaming her lungs out into the night. It just wasn’t in her to scream like crazy when she got down and dirty between the sheets. Tendrils of sweet pleasure started to curl up and over every corner of her body, which had begun to shake even though she fought hard to stop the shaking.

  Geoff felt her shakes, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Gina, for her part, could’ve sworn he was grinning as he gripped her hips harder and went on slamming his cock deep into her ass. Unable to help herself, she released the pillow from her teeth and cried out with every thrust behind her. She couldn’t take it anymore. She was going to burst now, going to come apart at the seams, going to erupt from all this fucking and mad groping.

  But they were just beginning, weren’t they?

  The shakes grew stronger and more pressing. There was no way to stop them now, and Gina was aware she was going to explode any minute now.

  “Fuck it, Geoff, I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly, and let off another moan as Geoff reached out and fondled her breast with one hand.

  “Ride the wave, Gina,” he told her, as he pulled at her breast while he went on sliding in and out of her.

  By now she could feel his thrusting was becoming more demanding, more urgent. She realized he was about to come as well, and maybe even at the same time that she was going to. No matter. Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t think about it any longer. Her orgasm was looming over the horizon now. She couldn’t help it. She was going to erupt any minute now. She opened her mouth to tell Geoff that she was close, so close to coming off that—

  “Gina,” Geoff said.

  “Geoff,” Gina replied, breathless and panting from all that pumping. “Geoff, oh, shit, I’m going to—”

  “Gina, what are you talking about?” Geoff asked, puzzled.

  Gina was confused. What was wrong with him? He suddenly sounded so different from the Geoff she had just fucked a few minutes ago. Okay, so she hadn’t come yet, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to. After all, she was this close to spilling her exotic juices on his sheets. She was going to come, all right, and she suddenly wanted to do it with his face right on top of her pussy. Hey, why not? She was confident he was going to like the idea.

  Then she felt someone shake her shoulder hard—almost painful, really. She opened her eyes, ready to tell the person off, and when she did, she saw that the person was Geoff.

  “Geoff?” she asked stupidly.

  Geoff’s dark-blue eyes stared back at her light-blue ones. “Gina, are you okay?” he asked. “Did you sleep well?”

  It was only then that Gina noticed that the bedroom, so pitch black and unseen the night before, was now filled with light. She had to squint against the glaring sun. What was going on? How did it become so bright all of a sudden? And what was Geoff doing on the floor, kneeling on the space beside the bed when he should’ve been—

  It came to her like water hitting a dam head on.

  “Oh, shit!” Gina exclaimed, and hurriedly went into an upright sitting position.

  “Hey, hey!” Geoff said, alarmed. “Easy, easy does it. Gina, what’s wrong?” He gazed at her anxiously.

  Looking back into Geoff’s baby blues, the reality of what had happened hit Gina full in the face.

  I’ve been dreaming all along, she thought. Geoff didn’t really come in here last night. We didn’t get naked. We didn’t touch each other. There was no kiss. We didn’t fuck each other. Nothing. There was only nothing.

  The realization made her laugh bitterly. She didn’t know whether she was going to be relieved or sad at the whole stupidity of it. She remembered Geoff’s words the night before, about how he wasn’t going to touch an inch of her and how he wasn’t the least bit attracted to her although he did say she was a knockout.

  “Gina, you’re acting weird. Are you sure you’re all right?” There was no mistaking the worry in Geoff’s eyes. It made Gina laugh some more.

  “I’m fine,” she answered. “What happened?”

  “That’s what I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he responded. “I was out to get a glass of water when I hear you scream and moan in here. You sounded like you were in, I don’t know, in pain, I guess.” He shrugged. “That must be a wicked nightmare, huh?”

  Gina stared at him. “Yeah, it was a wicked dream, al
l right.”

  He nodded wisely. “I knew it. It didn’t really sound like you, you know. I thought you were having . . .” His voice trailed off.

  “You thought I was having what?” Gina prompted him.

  Geoff turned a little pink at the cheeks, but he went on anyway. “Okay, I thought you were having sex with someone.” He grinned. “Crazy, right?”

  Gina shut her eyes. He didn’t know how close he was to the truth of the matter.

  “Geoff, you have no idea,” she said wearily.

  Cheryl Reconsiders

  “You can’t not hire me,” Ed hissed. His light brown eyes, calm and pleasant only about an hour ago, were now narrowed into slits and blazing with fury. The large table prevented Cheryl from seeing his hands, but she wouldn’t be surprised to find out they were balled into tight fists and moving about frantically in his lap. The man was in a rage, all right. Who wouldn’t be, after what she had done to him? She had practically stepped on the man’s future, sending it back into the dark and hazy state it was in before he had been granted the interview and with it a glimmer of hope.

  Stay calm, Cheryl told herself mentally. You can’t let your emotions rule this time. You know how that went the last time. It’s your job on the line too. Screw this up, and your future’s going to be as dark as this man’s.

  “Mr. Collins, as much as I would like to give you the go signal, I just can’t,” Cheryl said coolly, trying to sound as professional as possible. She glanced down at Ed’s file, pretending to read something from it. Which was a total act, of course, as she had known everything she needed to know about the man by heart. It was all part of the job.

  “Why not?” Ed demanded. “I met all the qualifications. I have the considerable amount of experience tucked under my belt. I know a lot about the projects your company usually deals with. I have some friends in all the high places. I can name names, and you can ask them for my credentials.” He leaned closer to the desk and looked at Cheryl’s face earnestly. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I’m not dropping names. You can check them out right now if you want.” He fished in his pocket and took out his cell phone. “Here, you can use my phone. I have their numbers on my contacts list.”

  His desperation made her feel sad. She genuinely liked the man and agreed that he fit all the qualifications to a tee. But there was something in his answers during the interview that raised red flags in her gut, and it was on her gut feel that she relied. It was her infamous gut feel that made her indispensable in the firm, the gut feel that gave the company not only the right people but also the best people. Cheryl’s human relations skill was not unknown in the workforce, and her ability to weed out the creams of the crop from the dicks was almost legendary. Yet she was human too, of course, as proven from the fiasco that ran a few months back. It was the only time in her considerable career that she had messed up majorly. For that feat alone, the higher-ups had agreed to let her hold on to the job. The warning she received wasn’t pretty, though, and it was all she had to think about from stopping herself from changing her no to a yes in Ed’s case.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Collins, but my answer’s fixed,” Cheryl responded. She didn’t even reach out and attempt to touch the phone, which found its way back to its owner’s pocket. “You’re gifted and talented, and you have an impressive work experience after you. But unfortunately, you’re not what we’re looking for. There’s more to a person than their skills or work experience, see. We’re looking for the overall package, the absolute deal.” She placed Ed’s file down her desk. “Again, I’m sorry, but my answer’s a no. And that’s fixed.”

  Ed wasn’t deterred. “That’s bullshit,” he said. His voice remained calm enough, but his eyes told of a different story. Cheryl could see and feel the pure fury emanating from those lovely brown eyes. The contrast was amazing, and she found it hard to look away from the man’s poisonous gaze. It was incredible how a pair of eyes could look warm and kind and blaze with fury at the same time.

  Oh, boy. Here we go again, she thought wearily. It all came with the job, of course, and she was used to dealing with tempers that came from people born with short fuses, but it didn’t mean that she liked doing it at all.

  Cheryl crossed her legs, and she felt her bare thighs brush against each other. It was part of her self-imposed rules that she go commando during interviews. Beneath her stiff and crisp tailored jacket and knee-length A-line skirt, she wasn’t wearing an inch of underwear. Going commando gave her a secret kind of power, something she needed to give off during interviews. It thrilled her that the potential employers, usually more male than female, went on yakking about how they fit the job position this and that while having no idea that a few steps from them the female interviewer was as naked underneath as the day she was born. Several times she had considered flashing the male applicants, but she hadn’t gotten around to doing it just yet. She had yet to muster up the courage to do so. Besides, what would her bosses say if they ever find out?

  Being the pricks that they are, they’d probably beg for a flash or two as well, she thought, and sighed inwardly. She figured some people were just born that way.

  Cheryl turned her attention back to Ed. “Call it whatever you want, Mr. Collins, but I’m not changing my answer,” she said, her voice becoming colder. She shifted in her seat, and feeling how her thighs brushed against each other, she felt that surge of power again, her secret knowledge doing miracles to her confidence level. She felt a man like Ed Collins wasn’t the type to back down without a fight, and she was determined to be prepared should that moment come.

  “I can’t believe you,” Ed said. The fury had not gone from his eyes, but his voice had lowered down a notch. “I’m never the type to beg, Ms. Hawkins, but I’m begging you now.” His brown eyes met Cheryl’s hazel ones. “Please, I need this job so bad. You just can’t . . . you just can’t say no. You just can’t refuse me like this.”

  Cheryl’s sympathy turned into revulsion. She couldn’t stand it when people begged, when they lowered their standards for something. She was appalled that someone as rough looking and sturdy as Ed Collins would go around begging her for another chance at a yes. She studied him with an irritated look. “You just sealed the deal with that childish begging, Mr. Collins,” she told him, irritation evident in her tone. “The company doesn’t need beggars. We do away with such people.” Her hazel eyes burned into his brown ones. “I was right in saying no all along. I knew it would come to this. I’m not sorry I said no, and I’m not sorry for listening to what my gut had told me all along.” She glanced at the clock mounted right above the door. “We’re past the allotted time, Mr. Collins. You may now leave. Again, I’m sorry, but we have to do what we have to do.” She began gathering the papers strewn all over her desk.

  Ed did not move an inch. He remained seated, staring at her intently with eyes that still blazed of rage and fury, telling her he was far from pleased by her firm refusal. She ignored his poisonous gaze and went on fixing her desk.

  “I bet you’re being a bitch because you haven’t been fucked in years,” Ed spoke up.

  His words caught Cheryl by surprise, and she froze for a moment. “Excuse me?” She heard right, but she wanted to be sure.

  The nerve of this man! she screamed inside her head.

  “I said you’re just being cold and callous because no man ever went to bed with you,” Ed answered calmly. “You’re strung out. You’re dry. You’re a virgin because nobody wants you. If you’ve been fucked, well, you can’t even remember the last time it happened, can you?” He laughed. His laughter was low but full of meaning. “What was the last thing that slid inside your pussy, huh? A carrot? Your measly finger?” He laughed again.

  Cheryl was incensed. How dare he talk to her that way! And what business was it of his if she hadn’t gone to bed with a man in a long time? Apparently, Ed Collins was a psycho, and he needed to be driven out of the room right away.

  “How dare you say those things to me!”
she cried out. “Get out, Mr. Collins. Get out right now, or I’m calling the guards.” She was losing her temper now, but she no longer cared. She had never been burned and humiliated this way, and in her own territory at that.

  “Don’t get so worked up, Cheryl,” Ed said soothingly. Now he was addressing her by her first name. She couldn’t believe it.

  “Calm down,” he repeated. “I know the types of you. I know what you all want. It’s the same thing. You act mean to a man you know you can’t have out in the streets. You enjoy cutting them down to pieces with your so-called power because it’s the only way you can have them.” He chuckled. “But you’re wilting and shaking inside, I bet. You’re craving for a piece of flesh. A man’s flesh.”