EROTICA: NAUGHTY NYMPHS - 20 STEAMY STORIES OF BRATS FILLED & STUFFED (Adults Only Graphic Erotic Short Stories, XXX Mega Bundle MMF Explicit Erotica Collection)

by Madison Drips

  “Kayla.” Rod calls out as his voice is deep and extremely serious. Part of me is still tense as he says, “Open up.”

  I don’t answer again.

  “I am not asking you Kayla.”

  When I don’t answer once again, I heard him sigh. He said, “Look. I’m not sure what is bothering you or why you’re taking out your frustrations on me and my wife, but you better adjust that attitude before coming down for dinner.”

  He paused and then said, “Don’t you want to show Marie your hard-earned A+?”

  I snapped towards the direction of the door stopping myself from doing something terrible. Now he remembers? Now? What a pair of balls this fucking man has. Why remember now after not caring just a few minutes back in the car. I was going to yell at him, but I thought ignorance was the best answer. I wasn’t coming down for dinner either, fuck that stupid woman’s shitty food.

  I knew I was acting like a 5 year old, but fuck that. He encourages me to do something, I do it and when I accomplish it, they don’t give a shit. What a fucking pair of idiots…..

  I heard the doorknob rustling as my heart began to beat quicker. He didn’t get in, but it was making me nervous regardless.

  “Open the door!”

  I finally shouted back, “No!”

  I heard footsteps behind the door with Marie whispering, but I couldn’t understand what it was that they were saying. A few minutes passed before I heard something again.

  Then, without warning I heard the doorknob moving again but this time the door swung open. Rod’s muscles are stressed inside of his tight white shirt and his face looks like he’s had enough. I looked to the doorknob and saw a key as he walks in and closes the door.

  “I swear Kayla, you’re going to kill me.” He says this while gritting his teeth trying his best to not yell at me.

  I jumped up while changing the position of my seat and fixing up my skirt. “How’d you get into my room?”

  I knew the answer, but where the fuck did that key come from?

  “We always had a key, we have a key for everything in this house. We own it remember?” He came over towards me and sat down. I was sitting in a crisscross while leaning back and he asked, “Why are you mad again?”

  I narrowed my eyes and said, “You didn’t care that I did well in school.”

  “Of course I do care, why would I not care?”

  “You don’t, that’s a lie. You never did care about me ever. You keep barking orders at me and when I accomplish something, I get nothing in return.”

  He frowns at me and says, “What are you looking for? Money?”

  I said, “No.” My voice was soft now because I finally realized I didn’t know myself what I wanted. I thought I wanted recognition and then I had an answer.

  “I wanted you to be more proud of me. I wanted getting good grades to be a very big deal, like it was when I was in elementary school. Now, it doesn’t even matter.”

  He reached over and said, “That isn’t how it is.”

  “Yes it is.”

  He shook his head and said, “Listen, you don’t know all of it. Marie and I have been struggling lately to pay bills and my old student loans are coming back up with issues. We’ve been very stressed lately, but you’re the only one in our life that has worked out. You’re doing great, just like we raised you….”

  I said, “I don’t feel like I am. I feel unappreciated.” I knew it was rude to interrupt him, but fuck them.

  He looked at my face and my body up and down making me feel vulnerable before he said, “I appreciate you. We both really do.”

  I bit my bottom lip as I knew he must care about me. I knew I was probably acting like a brat as I asked, “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  “Please appreciate me and all my grades.”

  He smiles being very patient as he says, “Yes!”

  I smiled back towards him as he looked me up and down once again, but it was much slower this time. Then, I remembered what he had said about being stressed and I felt guilty. “I’m sorry that you guys are stressed about money.”

  He shrugged once again while staring my body down. I needed to change my position as I leaned back showing my breasts, thighs and the front of my thigh off from this angle. I didn’t need another reason for him to yell at me, but I didn’t care to me. I was intrigued to watch him watching me.

  I asked him, “What’s wrong?”

  “You wouldn’t get it.” He said in a defeated voice.

  “Get what? You know, I’m not a baby right. I’m 18 years old and fully legal, I can take on adult stuff.”

  He surprised me by licking his lips while shaking his head. He looked towards the door expecting someone to burst in immediately. Would that be an issue?

  I asked, “Can I help? Should I get a job?”

  He looked so worried and so sad I had to ask even though I was still extremely angry at this man. He laughed and said, “No. You’re fine. Focus on your studies.”

  I got the hint finally when he followed my entire body as I moved. Rod was turned on by me, that dirty bastard. A second ago, he had been staring at my entire body but I brushed it off. I reached over quickly to give him a hug while pushing my breasts up against his chest. I don’t let go of him or break the hug as I’m scared to.

  He starts kissing my hair while patting me on the back a couple of times. When I didn’t release him after a couple of moments, he patted me in a kid-like way but I still refused to let him go.

  Then, he began patting my lower back a couple of times and then he hit my ass. He tapped it like it was a spanking for not letting go of him. When he tapped it, I grinder my hips just a bit so I could rub the cock underneath his pants.

  He froze for a moment and said, “Kayla.”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you know what you are doing?”

  “Absolutely.”

  There was a pause, “Do you uhhh care?”

  “Nope.”

  For a moment, I thought he would ask or tell me that I should care but he didn’t. Instead, he stood up and carried me in his arms while going to the door. He took the key out of the lock and locked it right back. He goes to the bed and embraces me in the same position as we were previously.

  He asks in an accusing type of way, “You aren’t a virgin huh?”

  I couldn’t lie to him, I didn’t want to get punished. Then I realized, I was 18. He can’t punish me anyways, fuck him.

  “No.”

  “How long have you been wearing thongs?”

  “Since I was sixteen.”

  He starts moaning in my ear before he says, “How many boys have taken you?”

  “Three.”

  He squeezes me tighter in the hug while I squeeze him back. I shake my hips just a bit on his dick and I’m wet already while I can feel his cock growing inside since the last time.

  “Are you loud?”

  “I am, but I can be quiet for you.”

  He didn’t say anything. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew his chest muscles were stiff and tense causing my nipples to get hard in my shirt.

  He turned and kissed me on the cheek over and over again. Then, I got the hint and I turned my head sideways so that we would be facing one another. He kissed me on the lips as we began making out. I began breathing hot and heavy while I explored his mouth using my tongue.

  One of his hands reached over and cupped my ass while the other ones was holding me upright.

  “Rod?” Marie asks. She starts knocking on the door and it terrifies me as I pull away, but he hold me calmly. “Dinner is ready, come down.”

  I was getting ready to respond, but Rod puts his hand over my mouth in a dominating way. “I’m still talking with her, it’s serious. We’ll be down shortly.”

  “Do you want help?”

  “No, it’s about her fear of going to college and the price for it. I’m giving her advice, I know that area really well. I’ll get her to come down, don’t worry.”

/>   She says, “Okay!”

  This time, I hear the footsteps going away as we almost caught. This dirty bastard almost had me break up his marriage by getting us caught.

  I turned back to face Rod as he smiled. We began making out immediately and I knew that this was a secret I’d be taking to my deathbed.

  “Aren’t you warm in that blouse?” He asked. I began unbuttoning it while giving him a show before throwing it across the room.

  I blushed as he said, “Take your bra off.”

  I took the bra off and it hit the floor. His head leaned in to suck my tits and they weren’t as big as Marie’s, but I was hoping they would be one day. Until then, Rod sucked on them like he was chugging milk out of my watermelons.

  I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted to whimper like a little puppy, but I couldn’t.

  I whispered in a low voice, “I’m ready for you.”

  He looked at me and said, “I am not going to fuck you.”

  “What?” I said in an angry voice. “Why not? We have time.”

  His eyes narrowed as he said, “You have a big mouth.”

  “I promise I’ll be quiet, please. Please fuck me, I’m begging you. You can cover my mouth, get on top do whatever you want.”

  He said casually, “Or I can fuck your throat with my cock.”

  The thought excited me just as much as getting fucked. Having his cock in my throat had me shaking as I said, “Do both.”

  He said, “On your knees.”

  He unbuckled his pants and whipped out a beautiful 7-inch dick that was throbbing and up high in the air from all the attention. My mouth began salivating as I stared at the massive head for a second. Then, he shoved it into my mouth so deep that it hit the back of my throat.

  He pulled back a couple of inches before he slammed it back in once again. My mouth had never been this stuffed in my entire life. He tasted delicious as I reached under my skirt and put two fingers into my own pussy. I didn’t move them, I wanted to save myself for Rod. I needed something in my pussy just to hold me.

  “Lie down.” He said as his cock pulled out of my mouth with a loud pop.

  He covered my mouth with his right hand while using the left to spread me even wider. He took his other hand and directed his cock into my pussy. His cock was so filling inside of my pussy as I clinched on for dear life.

  “Mmmm….”

  He slapped me. He put his hand over my mouth and said, “Shut up brat!”

  He looked at me with adoring eyes, but he had so much dominance in his movements. I finally had the approval of Rod, the approval I always wanted.

  “You want this? You really want it brat?” I licked his hands in reply as he took his hand off my mouth and stuck his tongue in instead.

  I moaned loudly while wrapping my legs around his waist so that he could go as deep as he wanted. His hand began squeezing my nipples and it felt amazing as I began cumming all over Rod’s cock.

  I broke away from his mouth and began panting in heavy breaths. When he saw that I came, he sat up a bit and covered my mouth while he fucked my pussy like he had fucked my mouth earlier.

  My whole body was shaking and quivering with each of his powerful thrusts. His face was super focused on my breasts while he fucked me hard and he began building his speed up rapidly. I had never felt so complete in my entire life. I couldn’t think about anything but his massive cock.

  He said, “Get dressed brat. I’m hungry!”

  He had a smile on his face as he left the room. Now that I know temper tantrums get me what I want, I’m the biggest brat alive in that house!

  The End.

  STORY 14

  All my life, I had to work for what I wanted. I did not have any siblings to call whenever I needed something. Most of the time, I did not have my mother to financially assist me because she was busy trying to stay afloat at her dead-end nine-to-five jobs that hardly paid the bills and kept food on the table. Luckily, her rent was only forty bucks a month because she didn’t make enough money to pay the rental fee, yet hard times were tough to tolerate and difficult to break out of. And jobs? The only job I had was writing Q&A for a small-time magazine in Downtown Chicago. My boss, Mrs. Simms, paid me fifty bucks for each Q&A article and forty-five dollars for the hard-news and entertainment section, which added up to ninety-five dollars. Once you deducted the tax the cashier would charge you for cashing your check at a local check-cashing establishment, you didn’t have much left. Though I liked writing articles and the pay was decent, it was only enough to pay the utilities, purchase a few food items for the week and enough clothes to keep us from wearing the same shit we wore last year and the year before.

  I wanted something more than what I was receiving.

  I wanted the money, power and respect.

  And nothing and no one was going to stop me from taking what’s mine.

  So, what other occupation did I receive after quitting my journalism position only nine months after getting hired? I sold my ass for money (and I’m still doing it). I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably thinking who and what the fuck motivated me to quit a decent-paying position to become a high-price hooker? My friend, Goldie, told me about the money she was making selling her ass. At first, I thought she was a bit off when she sat me down and told me about her new position until she gave me a business card with some guy’s name Dick and his number scribbled across in blue ink, leaving a small smear on the card. Goldie was nineteen years-old when she started selling her body for money. Her cousin, Minnie, introduced her to the life of hard dicks and fast money. Though Minnie wasn’t book smart (she had an eighth grade education), she was street-wise and that was what mattered. Minnie never had a pimp to tell her when and where she could suck dick for a few bucks. She was a loner and never believed in allowing some smooth-faced, hotheaded chump tell her what she can and cannot do with her money. In hindsight, she’s the one selling her body, so why give some jerk the benefit of a doubt by allowing him to dictate her mind, body and spirit? It was bad enough that she was selling her pussy to survive the terrible economy that’s been bestowed upon good, hardworking citizens such as she. Minnie did not need a man to take over her as well. From what I know, Minnie never got arrested for selling her ass because she never stayed in one spot too long. She always picked a safe, vacant area where the cops couldn’t get too close and she always did her work during the day because cops aren’t as “hot” during the morning as they are at night when the real action goes down on the south side.

  At age nineteen, Goldie was rolling in the money and all the fancy shit that a girl liked me dreamed of having. “It’s yours if you want it,” she said, handing me this Dick’s card. “All you have to do is take what’s yours and don’t look back,” she advised, smiling a sinister grin. “Usually, I don’t do this but since you’re a good friend of mine; I’ll look out for you.” She added, cracking her hands. Whenever she was stressed out or tired, she’d crack her hands just to get the kinks out of them. “Dick is a lawyer and he’s got the best penis and wallet in town, sweetie,” she said, cackling. For someone as beautiful as Goldie, that woman had one of the most terrible chuckles I’ve ever heard. “And he also knows some people that are interested in having a good time, if you know what I mean,” she informed, nodding. “If you desire, I can give him a call and see what his availability looks like.” Nervously, I took the card and placed it in my breast pocket. “I don’t know about this, Goldie. How do you know he’s not a cop?” I asked, shaking my head. “He could be working for FBI or whatnot.” Goldie cackled again, patting my left hand. “Misty, he’s not a cop, okay? I had him checked out. His criminal background and STD/HIV status is as clean as a whistle, baby,” she explained, making a whistling sound. “He showed me his papers the first time we fucked.” She recommenced: “That man has money and he doesn’t mind sharing it. Plus, his dick is pretty good for someone his age,” she added, grinning like a cheshire cat that got caught devouring a canary. “In truth, I am n
ot a big fan of fucking older men, but if his wallet is as nice and fat as penis; then why not take a chance of getting what I want for the moment? It’s not as if I’m wife material or anything.”

  Pessimistic, yet curious to know more about Dick and his availability; I said: “Okay, if you say so. When is a good time to call Dick?”

  “Call him around ten in the morning,” Goldie advised, lighting a cigarette. “He starts work at eleven in the morning and doesn’t leave work until five p.m. Other than that, it’s party central afterwards.” The next day, I called Dick and asked him if he’d be interested in screwing a eighteen year old virgin who’s in dire need of money at the moment. I told him that for five-hundred bucks a week, I wouldn’t tell anyone about his our secret rendezvous. I wanted Dick to know that whatever happens behind his bedroom door is between me, him and the Man above. “Listen, I don’t deal with kids. That’s not my thing. If you want money that badly, all you have to do is come to Corner’s Bakery on Van Buren and Congress and I’ll give you some cash,” he said, giving me the time, date and location to meet him for lunch. “And don’t tell your pal, Goldie, about this either. She’ll start asking me for money favors and I don’t do favors. But for you, I don’t mind.”