The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 4: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Hunt, Evelyn

  She kissed the head of the cock and then opened her mouth to let it slide inside. Sally’s tongue was suddenly working around the sensitive skin furiously and she used her hand to roll the foreskin completely off the head. She kept the touch playing on the hardness as she pushed lower and Nathan groaned when her head started to bob up and down. The soft lips slid over the bulging veins and the blood flood to stiffen his cock as hard as he’d ever been.

  He slid a touch to the short blonde hair and closed his eyes as Sally worked her mouth up and down. She let more and more of the cock fill her mouth until her lips caressed against the balls. Holding the erection deep was a thrill that she didn’t want to give up and she held on the stiff shaft for as long as she could. She coughed and spluttered as she pulled off the cock and grinned as the thought came in her mind.

  Sally dripped spit on the head of the cock and then kissed it. When she pulled back a string of spit and pre-cum formed and she looked up as she licked it away. She could see the excitement on Nathan’s face and quickly did it again. This time she let him watch as her tongue played with the sticky string keeping her lips connected to the tip of his cock, but she finally broke it. “Play with my butt,” she moaned. “I love it when men do that.” She turned and leaned forward to rest her upper body on the sofa and shuddered as the strong hands gripped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to expose her naked ass.

  Fingers gripped her ass cheeks and dug in forcefully and the slight pain of the touch excited her. She squealed as the grip loosened and a spank landed on her smooth skin. “Do it again,” she groaned and the skin reddened as Nathan spanked it again. He grabbed hold to spread the ass cheeks open and shivered at the sight of the tiny puckered hole.

  Sally moaned louder as fingers brushed across her asshole and she was suddenly gasping for breath at the wet touch of the tongue licking over the tight hole. She pushed back to show what she wanted and Nathan stiffened his tongue and forced it against the asshole. He pulled at the butt cheeks to try and spread open the puckered hole a little more as he wriggled his tongue around to get inside. The resistance held him back at first, although slowly but surely he worked past it and shuddered at the touch on the silky inner skin. “Go deeper,” moaned Sally and savored the sensation of the tongue pushing inside. “Oh fuck, that’s so good,” she cried out as the tightness of her asshole closed around the wriggling tongue, but suddenly she wanted more. “Fuck my ass,” she said and felt the thrill of her slutty words.

  Nathan was quick to pull back and he straightened up. His exhilaration surged as he shuffled forward on his knees and pressed his cock in the soft butt crease. He grabbed the ass cheeks to pull them open again and rubbed the underside of his cock over the tight hole. Sally’s breathing was becoming ragged as the anticipation of an ass fuck took hold. Her body tensed as the tip of the cock slid into place and Nathan pushed his weight forward.

  She reached behind to grab at her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as she could to try and open herself up to the cock. The resistance slowly eased and she closed her eyes tightly as her asshole clamped around the head of the erection. She pushed back to make the stiff shaft stroke deeper and slowly impaled herself on it. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she took the whole length and she clenched her buttocks to tighten herself around it.

  Nathan shuddered as the guesthouse owner spanked her ass hard. Her body convulsed as the pain rushed through her, but it turned to incredible pleasure as her asshole clamped around the erection. She did it again and then Nathan joined in so that both her ass cheeks were taking punishment. Her ass pulsed around the thick cock as the convulsions of her body continued and the pleasure of the sensation made them both want more.

  When he moved his hands to take a tight grip on her hips, Sally knew what was coming. She forced her face into the seat of the sofa as the cock began to pound her ass, but still wanted a more forceful touch and started to push herself back against the strong thrusts. Sliding a hand to her clit, Sally stroked on the erect bud and suddenly her body was set alight. Her nerve endings came alive as the excitement ran out of control and she lost herself in the pure thrill of the moment.

  The brushing of her fingers over her clit brought Sally to the brink of an orgasm and she urged Nathan on to make her his ass slut. Her body tensed as her muscles tightened and she let go when the cock fucked all the way in her ass. The way her pussy clamped around the thick shaft sent waves of pleasure crashing down on her and her ass pulsed as the climax ripped through her.

  She could hardly catch her breath as the excitement peaked and she let out a loud groan when her asshole finally relaxed and released its grip. Nathan held deep as the shudders of the guesthouse owner died down, but he finally pulled out and settled back on his haunches. Sally finally turned around and grinned at him.

  “That was fucking wonderful,” she said and her eyes dropped to the stiff cock. She reached out and stroked a touch along it. “Time for pussy,” she teased and pushed Nathan onto his back on the floor. She turned to face his feet and straddled his hips, and he reached out to grab her ass cheeks as she lowered herself. Sally took hold of the cock as she dropped to her knees and held it straight up so that she could bring the tip to her wet pussy entrance. She teased a touch around the slick opening and built the anticipation by making Nathan wait for what he wanted.

  He started to push up from the floor, but she continued to make him wait until he was begging for pussy. Sally laughed as she let the head slide inside her wet hole and then pushed down hard. She heard the groan as the erect length filled her pussy as she sat down on it. Fingers squeezed into the soft flesh of her ass as she tightened her pussy on the erection and she finally leant forward to put her hands on Nathan’s thighs.

  He held his breath and watched as she started to rock her body back and forward. The feel of his cock stroking on the slick pussy walls stirred his desire and he pulled the ass cheeks open to get a view of the tiny puckered hole he had just fucked.

  Sally groaned as she was spread open and squealed as fingers brushed over her tight hole. It stirred her to action and she started to ride the cock. She raised and lowered her hips slowly at first, but as the touch on her asshole sent her excitement soaring again she started to increase the tempo. The sensation of the wet pussy driving down on his cock was quickly pushing Nathan towards a release and he worked to hold himself back. Sally was in control though and sped up her movements to push him towards a climax. The craving to have cum shooting in her pussy filled her mind and she went all out to get it. The touch playing around her asshole slipped inside and as she fucked herself on the stiff cock, the finger pushed deeper.

  She started to groan at the thought of a second orgasm, but the pressure she was putting on Nathan as she rode his cock furiously finally became too much. He was suddenly fighting a losing battle to hold himself back and the tingle in his balls grew out of control. His body bucked up from the floor as Sally sat down on him and as his cock pushed deep the cum began to flow. The spurts of thick white splashed the slick pussy walls and he closed his eyes tight as the pure bliss of the release left him breathless. He continued to thrust up as he unloaded ever drop of cum in the wet hole and only settled back to the floor when there was nothing left to give.

  Sally sat down on him as she tried to recover. As she wriggled around the cum seeped out of her pussy and she could see it on her new lover’s skin. She lifted up to the tip of the cock and let the thick white spill out and shuddered as she watched it slide down the stiff shaft. When she moved to sit on the floor she wrapped her fingers around the cock and felt the slickness coating her hand. She continued to stroke a touch on the erection until it finally lost power and she grinned at Nathan.

  “So is the service at my guesthouse to your liking?” she teased.

  “Hmm… not sure,” he shot back. “I’ll maybe need to sample a little more of your hospitality before I leave just to make sure.”

  Sally laughed as she stood. “That can be arranged,�
� she said. “I’m going for a shower to freshen up. You should do the same.”

  “How many bathrooms does this guesthouse have?! he asked.

  “Oh… just the one,” Sally answered and walked out the lounge to head for the stairs.

  It was an invitation just too good to miss and Nathan got to his feet to follow. It seemed liked it was going to be some night and he could feel the flush of his heat in his body as he climbed the stairs to find out just much fun a shower with Sally could be.

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  A Job Offer and Beyond

  by

  Emma Bishop

  Veronica stood outside shivering and staring out at the parking garage in bleak contemplation. She closed her eyes a moment and took a long drag from her cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs as long as she could stand before exhaling slowly. It had been a more difficult night than usual; the last call she had taken before her break had threatened to hunt her down personally and kill her—all because she was unable to remove a late fee from his account. She had escalated the call to her manager, who had, in a moment of real conscience, instructed her to take some downtime. She would have a few hours to herself.

  It had taken her a few moments in the bathroom to even gain enough composure to walk through the office. Veronica opened her eyes and looked down at her lit cigarette. She had taken the job as an alternative to having no job at all, and had initially done quite well at it.

  She was beginning to think that the stress of taking the calls, mingled with the fact that she worked the night shift—thereby eliminating the majority of her social life—was not worth the fat paycheck she got every two weeks. Sure, the benefits package was great; but if you weren’t even awake for doctors’ and dentists’ hours, what good did it do to have insurance in the first place?

  A noise behind and to the side of where Veronica stood brought her out of her reflections and she turned on her heel, her heart still pounding. It was ridiculous to take anything the angry caller had said seriously—even if he had meant it, he didn’t live in the state. But her body was still full of adrenaline, still ready for an attack. Instead of the irate caller, Veronica spotted a tall, lean young man.

  She recognized him after a moment as a new employee for the security team that wandered around the call center campus. He strode up to her and gave her a friendly smile. “You’re not really supposed to be smoking here,” he said in a quiet voice, adding, “but you look like you’ve had an awful night. I won’t say anything.” Veronica returned the smile weakly.

  “My last caller threatened to kill me personally,” she explained, taking another drag of her cigarette. The security guard’s eyes widened. “If he had said it in the beginning of the call, I could’ve laughed it off. But it was after about twenty minutes of yelling and screaming about what an idiot I was. I’m sure you can imagine the rest.” The security guard shook his head in amazement. Veronica turned to face him completely and took him in; he must be about the same age as her, she reasoned, looking at his angular face and bright eyes. He was lean and tall, but not skinny—she could see the muscles underneath his uniform. In fact, he made the outfit look much less ridiculous than the rest of the security detail that worked in and around the building. He actually appeared as though he could enforce some order.

  “Did you contact the police?” he asked. Veronica’s wan smile deepened into something much more genuine.

  “I think my boss might have. He also told the customer that it was a bad idea to go around threatening people who have an address, phone number, and access to his entire financial profile.” She bent over and stubbed out the cigarette, making sure the butt was out before slipping it into her pocket; she hated the other smokers that littered butts everywhere they went. “He also told me to take a long lunch. I have about three hours of downtime. By the time I get back, I’ll only have an hour left on the clock.” The guard nodded, looking relieved for her sake.

  “Why don’t you go home then?” Veronica had started to notice a faint accent in the man’s voice, though she couldn’t quite place it. “You could even have a nap, come back fresh.” Veronica laughed at the suggestion; it was inviting.

  “If I went to sleep now, I’d stay asleep until the middle of the day.” She patted the big purse she had brought with her. “I figured I’d get myself together and head over to the diner on Fifth Street, read for a few hours and have a lunch entirely composed of desserts.” The guard grinned at the idea.

  “Ah, so you like sweet things, that’s good to know.” Veronica raised an eyebrow at the comment. His accent told her he was somewhere from the British isles, though she couldn’t place it more specifically than that just yet—it didn’t sound exactly English, but it was so faint in his speech. Suddenly she really wanted to know. But it was rude to go around asking people where they were from.

  “How’s your night going?” she asked him instead, leaning against a wall and lighting another cigarette. She waited to see if he would object to her taking advantage of the privilege he’d extended.

  “It’s going about as well as you’d expect—not a lot going on.” Veronica nodded. “In fact, once the second guard gets here, I’ve been told I can go home.” She still couldn’t place his accent. She decided to give into her curiosity.

  “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” The man laughed, though she could see him blushing faintly in the dim light of the parking area.

  “Originally? My family’s from Ireland. Name’s Fintan.” Veronica extended her hand.

  “Veronica.” Fintan took her hand and shook it firmly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Veronica let herself really look at him, since she was up close. Fintan’s eyes were a pale, luminous green, bright and focused on her face. He had dark, thick hair that was cut short, though a tuft of it formed a cowlick to one side of his head.

  His hand was warm and strong, not clammy or weak, and looking up at his face, Veronica tried to push aside the thought that his lips looked perfect for kissing. Down girl! she told herself, quickly stepping back from the handsome guard. She had been single for about six months; just long enough to start really missing consistent male company. Even if he wasn’t technically a coworker, it would be a bad idea to entertain any thoughts about him.

  “Fintan!” someone called from several yards away. Fintan gave Veronica a quick glance and gestured that he wasn’t leaving before striding up a few of the stairs leading back towards the building. He called up an affirmative. “Charlie’s here, you can knock off.” Fintan gave a wave to show he understood and turned back, moving back down the stairs quickly to Veronica’s side.

  “Would you happen to want some company at the diner?” he asked, smiling at her charmingly. “I’ll pay my own way; it’s just depressing to eat by yourself.” Veronica considered the man in front of her; she would like the company much more than the book in her purse, she thought.

  “Sure,” she replied, digging in her purse for her keys. “Your car or mine?”

  “Well, you have to come back, right?” Fintan asked. Veronica nodded. “Let’s take separate cars and meet there.” Veronica thought the idea had merit; she wouldn’t have to put Fintan out for a ride back to work, and she wouldn’t have to waste time clearing out the junk from her front passenger seat.

  They met a few minutes later at the nearby diner; Veronica had eaten there before, usually in the early morning hours when she was fresh out of work for the night and didn’t quite want to go back to her lonely apartment yet. Fintan had arrived right behind her, and Veronica had stifled envy at the sight of his pricy car; how could he afford it as a security guard? She supposed it must be on lease, or that Fintan was financing it through the dealer. Veronica’s usual waitress led them both to a booth. “You’re usually in alone,” she comment
ed, eyeing Fintan a moment. “Veronica’s in pretty often,” she told the man, putting a menu in front of him.

  “Oh is she?” Veronica blushed, without knowing why—it wasn’t as if it was untoward to be a regular at a local diner, right?

  “Couple of times a week,” the waitress commented. “Usually just comes in at the end of her shift for a snack and something hot to drink, you know.” Fintan nodded, glancing across the table at Veronica with a slight smile. “I wouldn’t remark on it, except that it’s interesting to see her in here with a handsome guy.” Fintan laughed at the compliment, waving it away. “I’ll let you two look over the menus, see what you want.”

  Veronica tried to stifle the blush she could feel intensifying. She kept her eyes pointed down at the menu, smiling in spite of herself. Fintan was handsome. Even if she didn’t exactly delight in the implication the waitress was making, she did recognize that simple fact. By any woman’s standards Fintan was easy to look at.

  After a moment, Veronica got the courage to look up from her menu at Fintan; he had evidently decided what he wanted, because he had put the menu down and relaxed in the booth, watching her. “Not polite to stare,” she commented, licking her lips unconsciously. Fintan gave her a toothy grin.