The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 37 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Rebecca Milton

  “Fuck me, bitch!” he screamed. She forced her pelvis back towards him with maximum force and nearly knocking him down. “That’s much better. You have a fat fucking ass exactly like a housewife. Everett, my boy, there is nothing finer than a good, hard fuck with a housewife.”

  She was just beginning to enjoy his abuse when he removed his cock from out of her pussy. She fought back the urge to ask if that was all that he had, just before she felt the head of his dick pressing against her butthole. She looked up at Everett to help her and was given the same pleading look from him that had already been there before. She had never received a cock in her ass before and she was damned positive she did not want it from old man Garrison.

  It burned into her with not a lot more lube than that which her wet pussy had provided. The agony shot through her and she screamed inspite of trying to keep herself under control. She looked up at Everett, expecting his chastisement for crying out, but he said absolutely nothing and merely turned his eyes away from her. Had she detected a little bit of shame there?

  “Yeah, keep on screaming whore!” Garrison cried out. “Take my cock in your ass and take pleasure in it.” He wasted no time with allowing her get used to it. He started out thrusting rough and hard inside of her. The soreness was agonizing in the beginning and then it turned out to be a little bit less as Emily was forcing herself to relax.

  Then she felt a new sensation of satisfaction begin to race over her. The punishment, the experience of a cock in her ass, Garrison’s palm slapping her with brutal force, all hurried over her and she groaned with pleasure. She had never ever experienced such extensive and total release of her body in the past. She started to thrust back into him.

  “The whore really likes it in the ass,” Garrison laughed through clinched teeth. “It's possible you aren’t an entirely worthless bitch after all. This tight virgin butthole of yours. Shit!” He screamed as he thrust deep inside her. She was driving toward an overwhelming orgasm from the new experience of a cock filling up her ass, when she sensed the hot sticky release of his load streaming inside of her ass. The warm liquid shot into her and he grunted similar to a hog as he ejaculated into her.

  She heard him zip up his pants. “That snug ass of hers kept you working Everett,” he announced. “You are a poor substitute for a good lawyer and you had best get your shit in order or even fucking her isn't going to rescue you.” He gathered himself together and stormed out of the office.

  Emily had already been on the brink of a screeching climax and the disappointing turn of events was just about beyond what she was able to endure. She didn’t give the slightest damn what the repercussions might be. She had been mistreated far beyond what she had ever allowed herself to be treated before and even though she had reached a new level of pleasure through it, she was still very much enraged by the idea that Everett would use her in that way.

  “What the fuck was that about?” she snapped through her clenched teeth; the anger was seething through her and her eyes burned a hole through him.

  “I must apologize for that Emily,” Everett said. The confidence and command which he had always had was missing, at least for the instant. “It had to be done. I’ll make it up to you. How might I be able to make it up to you?”

  Though she was angry with him for allowing her to be used by a man whom she hated, there was a deeper urge which had yet to be satisfied. Until that urge was taken care of, she had little to no ability to even consider handing in her resignation.

  “To start with you can finish fucking me,” she demanded, hoping to recover the earth shattering climax that was just beyond reach. She could always turn in her resignation afterwards.

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  An Officer but No Gentleman

  by

  Grace Barron

  The flashing lights were the first sign that the journey home was going to be more eventful than Jocelyn wanted. The loud whoop of the siren almost made her jump and she cursed under her breath as she looked in her rear view mirror. Even in the darkness of the night she could easily make out that the vehicle trailing her was a police car and another blast of the siren was a signal for her to pull over.

  Checking her speedometer she saw that she was driving at well below the limit for the highway she was on so knew it couldn’t be that and she wondered what the policeman’s interest in her was. Only one way to find out she thought and slowly brought her car to a halt at the side of the road. She looked over her shoulder to see a muscular looking man get out of the vehicle behind and make his way forward.

  Even though she was sure she’d done nothing wrong, Jocelyn couldn’t hold off the nerves. Her palms started to get sweaty and she became aware that she was gripping the steering wheel tightly enough to whiten her knuckles.

  She let go and wiped her palms across her skirt. It brought to her attention just how high it was riding up her thighs and she shifted in the seat as she pulled the hem back down. As the cop approached the side of her car she was already winding the window down. She smiled at him when he came in view, but the gesture wasn’t returned and she saw the impassive look on his voice.

  “Good evening officer,” she started in a polite voice. “How can I help?”

  “Do you realize you are driving with a faulty tail light?” the officer asked.

  “Oh…, no I wasn’t aware of it, I’m sure it was working fine when I started my journey.”

  “Well it isn’t now,” he went on. “You better come and look.”

  “Do I have to?” she asked and realized it was a stupid question when she saw the expression on the cop’s face.

  She wound up the window then opened the door. As she stepped out her foot got caught. She tried to catch her balance, but it was too late and she crashed to the ground. Her short skirt flew up to reveal more of her thighs than she wanted to put on show and she knew she was giving the policeman an eyeful of naked skin. The fall knocked the wind from her and at first she just stayed down as she tried to catch her breath.

  The policeman’s eyes narrowed and he made no effort to look away from her legs or to help her up. He finally brought his gaze to her face when she managed to get herself to a sitting position.

  “Have you been drinking miss?”

  “What?” exclaimed Jocelyn. “No…, I have not been drinking.”

  The cop looked skeptical of the answer and she could tell that he didn’t believe her. He eventually held out a hand to help her get to her feet.

  Jocelyn brushed herself down and then turned to move to the rear of the car. The slight pain in her ankle made her sway a little and she could see that a skeptical look remained on the watching face.

  “I haven’t been drinking,” she insisted.

  “You seem a bit unsteady on your feet,” he replied.

  “I just fell over,” she exclaimed in a loud, indignant voice. “What the fuc…” She just managed to catch the curse before it came out fully, but realized that her actions didn’t look good.

  The cop put up his hands. “Just calm down please,” he insisted. “There’s no need for aggression.”

  Jocelyn looked at him with an incredulous expression. “I wasn’t being aggressive,” she insisted loudly, but when she saw the expression on the officer’s face guessed that it didn’t bode too well for her. She lowered her voice. “I wasn’t…” It was as far as she got before she was cut off.

  “I’m going to ask you to come in the station with me so you can be tested for the effects of alcohol.”

  “What?” she almost cried out. “I’m not doing…” She was cut off again.

  The officer took the handcuffs from his belt as he spoke. “You can come along quietly or…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implicit threat was there. She could either do
as she was instructed or she would be handcuffed and made to.

  Jocelyn put up her hands in a conciliatory gesture. “OK, OK,” she said. “I’ll do as you ask, but what about my car?”

  “Just lock it up,” he ordered as he put the handcuffs back on his belt. “You can either have someone pick it up for you or do it yourself when you are released.”

  “This is ridiculous,” Jocelyn muttered quietly under her breath, but she was left with no choice but to comply. She locked her car and was then led to the police vehicle. She got in the back seat and wriggled around to pull the hem of her skirt down and looked to see that she was being watched.

  She was about to come out with a sarcastic comment, but held it in. She reckoned she was in enough trouble without antagonizing the cop any more. He got in the front to get them moving and ten minutes late they came to a stop in a deserted looking parking lot.

  Jocelyn looked at the building and could see there were lights on. Her arm was held when she got out of the vehicle and she was led inside. She was surprised that the door needed to be unlocked and as they approached the front desk she could see no sign of anyone else. Her nerves started to rise and she turned back to look at the man following.

  “Where is everyone?” she asked.

  He laughed before answering. “You’re looking at everyone,” he replied. “There is one other officer on duty tonight and I guess he is out on patrol.”

  He moved behind the desk to grab a form and barked out questions. The form was completed with Jocelyn’s answers and she was then led along a corridor.

  “Is this really necessary?” she asked as the door of the holding cell clanged shut. She was now looking at the officer through bars.

  “It’s necessary,” he answered and his gaze roamed up and down her body. “I like my women where they can’t escape.”

  “Huh?” Jocelyn exclaimed, but the officer was already on the move and she watched as he walked away. Her eyes narrowed as she mulled over his last comment and she was suddenly wondering if there was more to being brought to the deserted station than just a faulty tail light and suspicions that she’d been drinking. She remembered the cop’s gaze on her legs when she tripped out of her car.

  “Fuck…,” she cursed loudly and her nervousness grew.

  She looked around the bare cell and finally moved to the one chair to sit down. A quick glance at her ankle showed a graze on her skin, but the initial pain she experienced was gone. The minutes ticked past with no sign of the officer returning and she tried to relax. She hadn’t been drinking and knew any test conducted would show that to be the case so wasn’t particularly worried about being tested. As far as she was aware all she’d done wrong was drive with a faulty tail light, which didn’t exactly seem like a bad thing to her.

  Her mind worked overtime as to anything else she might have done wrong, but she came up blank. There was nothing she could do until the policeman returned and she closed her eyes. The sound of footsteps alerted her that he was approaching and she sprang to her feet and moved closer to the door.

  “OK, well I checked and your record is clean,” he started.

  A sarcastic remark played on the tip of her tongue, but again she held it in. A breathalyzer was handed through the bars.

  “Blow in that,” he instructed.

  Jocelyn took the device and after a long inhale breathed into it. She handed it back and watched as the cop studied it.

  “Well…?” she asked.

  “It shows you are clear,” he replied.

  “So I can go then?”

  “There is still the matter of the faulty tail light,” he went on. “I’m considering writing you up for that.”

  “Ah come on,” she exclaimed. “You can’t seriously be thinking about doing that. I didn’t even know it was broke.”

  “Yeah well tell it to the judge,” he threatened.

  Jocelyn was sure that he was just messing with her head although she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. “Ah come on,” she repeated. “Please, I don’t want a conviction against my name.”

  “Well, maybe…” he started.

  Jocelyn narrowed her eyes. “Maybe what?”

  “There’s no one else that knows you are here,” he went on. “Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement and forget this ever happened.”

  “What sort of arrangement?”She was already pretty sure where things were headed, but wanted to hear it out loud.

  “You know…,” he went on and a grin played on his lips. “You give me what I want and you can walk out of here and go home.” His eyes roamed up and down her body and he didn’t need to say anything else to make it clear exactly what it was he wanted.

  Her mind suddenly flashed back to a tipsy conversation she once had with a friend. The woman told of her fantasy to be used for rough sex by a stranger. Jocelyn had been turned on at the time as she listened although never gave it a lot of thought afterwards. It was certainly playing on her mind now though as she looked through the bars. It was the first time she’d really studied the cop and while he wasn’t classically handsome there was a rugged attraction about him. His physique was something else though and she could make out the rippling muscles below the tight shirt he was wearing.

  Jocelyn knew what was happening was wrong and that she was really being railroaded into having sex. There was a certain thrill to the moment though and she sensed the same excitement creeping up on her that she did when her friend told her the fantasy. She wondered if the cop would really go through with his threat to write her up if she said no to what he wanted and suspected that he might. She caught his gaze.

  “So I give you what you want…,” she started. “…and I just walk away?”

  He nodded his head and the way he looked at her stirred something inside. The expression of lust was clear to see and her excitement crept higher still. She guessed it would be slutty to give in to what he wanted, but she wasn’t against being slutty when it suited her. The thought that she might be about to live out her friend’s fantasy made her pulse quicken.

  “Was this your intention all along?” she asked.

  The cop dropped his gaze to the hem of her skirt and then back to her face. “Those pretty legs sure did look nice when you fell.”

  “Shit…” Jocelyn’s curse came out quietly, but there was no doubt that he had brought her to the station with one thing on his mind.

  “Maybe you want to show them to me again,” he carried on and his gaze dropped back down again.

  “Oh shit,” she cursed quietly again, but her pulse was quickening further still and she knew that by the end of the night she was going to have some story to tell her friend. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and sweat prickled on her skin as the heat of arousal came on.

  Dropping her hands to the hem of her skirt, she took hold and started to slide it higher. The delicious tease of revealing naked skin was bringing more heat to her body and she could see the desire in the watching eyes. The cop started to rub the front of his pants and as Jocelyn watched she could see the material straining under the pressure of a growing erection. She carried on teasing her skirt higher until she was almost putting her panties on show.

  “Let me see,” he said.

  Jocelyn pursed her lips and let out a slow breath as she pulled her skirt up to expose her panties. She was caught up in the moment as she saw the policeman’s eyes fix between her thighs and he rubbed at the front of his pants all the more enthusiastically.

  A grin broke over her face as the idea came to her. “Let me see,” she said.

  “You’re stealing my lines,” the policeman said.

  Jocelyn raised her eyebrows. “So…,” she teased. “You’re not shy are you?”

  “I’ll show you who’s fucking shy,” he barked out. He grabbed at the zipper of his pants and pulled it down. His hand quickly slipped inside the gap and within seconds he was dragging his erection out. He stroked fingers along it and then pulled his hand away. “Ar
e you shy?” he asked.

  Jocelyn grinned. If someone had told her when she was starting her journey home that it would end with her putting on a dirty show in a police station she would have told them they were crazy. But putting on a show she was and she was starting to enjoy herself. She let her skirt drop back down and then pushed her hands below to grab at her panties. Her hips wiggled from side to side as she worked them lower to pull them down her legs. When she got them to her ankles she stepped out of them then straightened up.

  “Not showing much,” the cop complained.

  “I thought you might like something else,” she replied. As she walked closer to the door she wrapped the panties around her hand. She grinned as she put her arm through the bars so that she could wrap her fingers around the officer’s erect length. He let out a loud gasp at the soft sensation of the panties playing on his cock.