Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  I felt the current grow and then expand inside until it shattered into pockets of delights all over my body. I trembled and arched my back to meet my fingers as my orgasm came. I continued feverishly to finger fuck myself, with one hand on my breast, until the tiny sensations were fully gratified. I sucked my lower lip, my fingers still in my vagina as my sweat and juices intermingled with each other.

  When my body’s vital signs went back to normal, I went to the bath to wash myself. It was the first time I experienced a full blown orgasm through masturbation. And I felt that I have indeed become an adult.

  In the morning, my face was radiant, obviously reflecting the sexual satisfaction that happened the night before.

  “You look lovely,” the Duke intoned at the breakfast table.

  I couldn’t look at him in the eyes because I was afraid my eyes would betray my feelings. I had made love to him in my dreams and the memory was still vivid in my mind.

  I blushed as I remembered how massive his manhood was.

  He peeked at me closely noticing the blush on my cheeks. “Is something wrong?” He reached across the table and lifted my chin.

  A lightning bolt struck my body as his hands came in contact with my face. I shuddered. Why was I suddenly affected by his touch?

  “No . . . er . . . none . . . , sir,” I stammered, self-consciously, turning my face away.

  “I’m going to town today. Do you want anything?” He ignored my reaction.

  “Nothing, sir.”

  When he left, I and the children sang some songs as I played simple tunes on the piano. I had learned to play when I was younger and when my parents were still alive. I felt a stinging pain in my chest when the memories flooded in. It was the first time that I had felt so homesick of my parents. I grew lachrymose all the more, when Alaina kissed me on the cheek and wrapped her small arms around me.

  The morning proceeded with Ana and Alaina taking turns in dancing and singing. Soon, it was their nap time and I was left by myself in the living room.

  Outside, the sun shone brightly amidst the cloudless sky. I decided to take a short walk in the beautiful orchid garden at the back of the castle.

  I was admiring the purple flowers of a hanging orchid, when someone stood beside me and a male voice whispered in my ear. “What’s a gorgeous woman doing alone in the garden?”

  His fresh, minted breath was hot on my ears and his pleasant-smelling cologne wafted to my nose. I took a step backwards and stared into a set of clear, hazel eyes and stern-looking lips that seemed to smile rarely. His crisp, auburn hair fell forward on his forehead as he lowered his head to look at me. His skin was ruddy and mottled in some areas, where the sun didn’t seep through. I struggled to keep my balance as I tried to avoid him. He was tall and sinewy that I was afraid he would snatch me and carry me in one swift movement.

  “Hey, I’m not a bad person,” he laughed heartily. “Forgive me for startling you. I’m Nolan Baudin, Adrien’s closest friend.”

  I exhaled with relief and relaxed, “I’m Diana Lancaster,” I extended my hand.

  His grasp was firm, and I felt the warmth course through my hands up to my head and down my spine. Was I sensitive to a man’s touch because I had already experienced orgasm? What would it feel to have a penis inside my love hole? I released his hand as a vision of him and I engaged in amorous congress flashed before my mind. Should I make a stitch with him? What’s wrong with me? I drove away the lustful thoughts in my mind. Was I a nymphomaniac who wanted sex with every man? I had tasted the pleasurable sensations of orgasm and now, I couldn’t stop myself in yearning for a genuine dick.

  “You‘re the new nanny,” he stated with a grin. “I wonder how many days you would last.”

  I was perplexed with his statement. “What do you mean?”

  “Huh? You’ll discover soon enough,” he pouted. “Come, I’ll give you a tour. This garden has many secret areas you may not know of.”

  He clasped my hand and held on to it, no matter how I struggled to set myself free. “Don’t be stubborn. There are lots of slippery spots. You’ll slip if I don’t hold on to you.”

  It was not only an orchid garden. The inner circle was carpeted with small, red flowers that had delicate, green leaves. The walls were creeping with verdant vegetation and were sprinkled with yellow buds that provided the garden a flash of the sun. We ventured farther and I became aware that his forearm purposely brushed my breasts several times as he assisted me in navigating the stone paths. I felt my skin crawl and my tinderbox became wet.

  My brain wanted me to slap him but my body responded eagerly to his touch. When he pinned his body next to mine, my breathing stopped. He kissed me then and all my defenses crumbled. I grappled with his tongue and sucked his lower lip, wanting more. I was holding on to both of his arms as he showered my neck and face with ardent kisses.

  His hands groped for my creamy breasts underneath my blouse and corset, and I moaned as his fingers stroked and twirled my prized grapes. My hands descended into the bulge in his slacks and his body jerked as I gently rubbed it in a horizontal motion.

  Then there were voices calling out my name. My hands stopped in mid-air and we listened as the voices came closer. I quickly disengaged myself and fixed my clothing and hair, my body still aroused and needy.

  “Go ahead, I’ll hide here until you’re gone,” Nolan whispered as he ran behind the wall.

  The clock in the turret struck 3 pm and I came out as the persistent chiming of the clock continued.

  “There you are,” Ana exclaimed. She was with Alaina and Simon. Simon was holding a small iron cage with a parrot. “Look, what Simon brought me,” Ana continued. “She can repeat my words.”

  She wanted to boast about her new toy. We went back to the house with Ana parading her wise parrot that can mimic everything she said.

  All through the afternoon, I pondered on what Nolan meant by his revelation about the previous baby-sitters. What did the Duke do to make them leave?

  The Duke came a little after 7 in the evening, when we were eating dinner. He had a solemn face with a glazed look in his eyes. He just nodded his head in greeting and went straight to his room, while the children called out his name.

  After I put the children to bed, I went to his study to check if he was there. He had changed into his house clothes and was drinking a cup of coffee. The expression on his face was so melancholy that I wanted to hold it and tell him that everything will be alright. I was about to depart, when he noticed me.

  “Come in, Miss Lancaster. Do you need anything?” he spoke sotto voce’.

  “Oh, no, no, I was just passing by.”

  “Come in, I wanted to ask you something, anyway.”

  I entered reluctantly.

  “Have a seat,” he indicated the chair opposite him. ”Can you join me for some drinks?”

  I sat on the edge of the chair, not knowing what to say.

  He offered me a glass of red wine, then another glass, and still another, until I felt dizzy and floating. I never drank any spirits, so my alcohol intoxication was more intense.

  “May I ask you something?” he queried, his voice slurred. He must have been a teetotaler too because I sensed he was tipsy, as well. He was half-rats after a few drinks. “Have you ever learned about a secret love affair . . . of a loved one . . . after they have died?” his face was livid with rage. The façade of the complete control he had over his emotions was disintegrating and the chinks were showing.

  “No . . . ,” I answered, “understanding was slowly dawning on me. Did his dead wife cheat on him, while she was still alive?

  “My most beloved wife cheated on me.” There were tears in his eyes and I knelt before him and wiped them away with my fingers, my heart was torn apart by his grief.

  I patted and rubbed his back the way my mom would whenever I cried. There was a gnawing ache in my heart, thinking how an apparently good man had been cuckolded. What could drive a woman to do that?

 
He pulled me up into his lap and hugged me; our bodies igniting as they collided against each other. I sensed my nipples becoming hard against his broad chest. He sobbed some more and I kissed his tears until our lips met in urgency and I rimmed his lips with my own. I caught his tongue and sucked it gently, twirling it in my mouth. He stopped weeping and rested his face on my shoulder. After a few minutes, I peered into his face and noticed that he was asleep already. I had to yell for Simon to help me take him to his bedroom.

  Simon left promptly afterwards, but I felt uneasy leaving him asleep in a drunken stupor. I got a clean towel and sponged his face and body not daring to venture below his belt. His skin was clammy under my touch but my hands were searing with heat and my body was on fire. I wanted to suck his lower lips and trace the outline of his chest with my tongue but I held myself in check. Simon might return any minute. I hastily buttoned his shirt and left the room in a huff, my body churning with frustrated desires. I felt bothered wanting to make love with two men. But my body naturally reacted to both of them and I was helpless against my own sexual cravings.

  I ran to my room and got rid of all my clothing and flopped on the bed with a sigh. I caressed my breasts and stroked my love glove lasciviously to fulfill my angst. I badly needed a big boy but there was no one to turn to. I closed my eyes and touched every inch of my body imagining the Duke doing it for me with his tongue and fingers. There was a silky scarf in one of the drawers and I used it to tease my nipples and my futz, letting it glide along the edges of my pussy and up my clitoris. Then I drew circles around my nipples, sashaying the soft scarf around my breasts and then allowing it to lightly brush the tips of my nips. The light touch on my skin intensified my arousal and I gasped as my futz craved for a fang.

  My cock trapper was already brimming with my love juices, soaking the scarf. I was groaning in felicity that I didn’t notice that I left my door ajar. The sensations became intense and I spread my thighs wide as I started to slide two fingers inside and out my pussy.

  My hand encountered a hard object and I opened my eyes to look at what it was. I was stunned to see the Duke kneeling between my legs, in all his naked glory. He was brandishing his 9-foot jackhammer in his hands. My eyes popped out from their sockets. Is this a dream? He just passed out hours ago. I closed my eyes and opened it anew as his dong was now nestling at the entrance of my pussy. I was ecstatic and I went crazy with passion as I raised my hips to meet his angry, red meat.

  “You’re too delectable to ignore, you naughty lady,” he hissed, his voice hoarse with emotion. “If I had known earlier how horny you were, I would have banged you the very first day.”

  “Yes, I’m horny. Give it to me, please,” I pretended to be demure, while my body thrashed wildly towards his dick. It was my first fuck and I absolutely craved for it. I was not talkative, but at that moment, my need was so urgent, I had to express myself.

  He didn’t hesitate. He plunged right through my narrow slit, and I cried in pain as his rock-hard manhood invaded my virgin love tunnel. When he started pumping, however, the pain dissipated and was gradually replaced by pure pleasure as the friction between my tight pussy and his large thong pervaded my body.

  “Oh, yes, yes, please,” I urged him on as he continued thrusting, his face suffused with lust and desire. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his breath came in gasps. The veins in his enlarged hands pulsated as he pump himself hard banging against my futz incessantly until I was delirious with ecstasy.

  Then he stopped abruptly and rolled me into the floor. He turned me upside down like a wheelbarrow. He was holding my legs up with his hands as I supported my weight with my own hands. My legs were slightly off the floor as he held them up and use them to pull me towards his throbbing organ. He slammed his dick into me with such force that my G-spot went into a powerful spin and I stuttered trying to scream in pleasure. My whole body sizzled; I could smell my sweat and the musky odor of my love glove as I was ready to climax.

  A gentle hand took a swipe of my nipples and I was kissed hard on the lips. This made me open my eyes once more. I was so surprised to be face to face with Nolan Baudin’s hazel eyes. I blinked again, but he was definitely there, slurping my lips like delicious dessert. Holy fuck! What’s up?

  But the sensations were too superb to interrupt. Nolan was on all fours too, and he was massaging my breasts, while showering my face and neck with kisses. Now and then, he would linger in my mouth and draw my tongue out to suck on it.

  It was too much to bear. My mind went blank as a vaginal orgasm shook my body that left my legs trembling uncontrollably. It was everything I had imagined and much more. Words are not sufficient to describe the sensual pleasures I was undergoing.

  “Sorry, I’m late,” Nolan kissed me playfully, after I stopped shaking, and the Duke roared with his ejaculation.

  My knees buckled and I trundled on the floor thinking it was all over, but I was wrong. Nolan lifted me up with his muscled arms and seated me on top of his erect manhood as he lay stretched on the floor. It was slightly smaller than the Duke’s but was thicker; I could see the veins twisting to the tip of his penis.

  My pussy was sore but when he attacked it with his dick, I squealed in pure delight, clinging tightly to him as he shoved his weapon repeatedly into my pussy, and I eagerly rode him. The full length of his dick reached the core of my cervix and stayed embedded there for some minutes before he pulled it back up again with difficulty. It was so thick that my virgin pussy went into jubilant spasms to accommodate it.

  The Duke was beside me caressing and licking my breasts and nipples. This aroused me further and the pressure built up until I climaxed in sharp spurts, inundating my helpless body with ripples and ripples of wonderful sensations.

  The feeling started once more with a dull feeling and then expanded and enlarged into all parts of my body until it exploded with a loud bang.

  I moaned and groaned as spasms after spasms occurred in my body. Nolan didn’t miss a beat. He kept me on top, lifting me at the waist and then slamming me down into his furious dick until he twitched and ejaculated. Our juices mixed and oozed down our legs as I clung to him refusing to release his dick until I have milked the last of his juices. It was an extraordinary experience being fucked by two handsome men for the first time. I had no regrets losing my virginity. I slept soundly for the rest of the night and although my futz felt sore; my sexual longing was fully gratified.

  My shyness assailed me though when I woke up the next day. How could I show my face after my indecent behavior? I pretended to be sick to avoid the Duke at the breakfast table and came out only when he was gone. Was Nolan still at the house? How did he unexpectedly appear last night? I sensed my face turning hot at the memory.

  “Ma’am, are you feeling okay now?” Simon threw me a concerned glance.

  “Yes, I’m good.”

  “The kids are with their tutor. You can go back to bed and rest.”

  I plodded to my room and snuggled happily inside the bed covers. I fell asleep again and when I woke up, it was nearly time for dinner. I was clearly exhausted the night before.

  I was dressing up for supper when Simon knocked and informed me that my food was outside my door. I was famished and the succulent lamb chops and hot potatoes offered a satisfying meal. I dared not venture out of my room for fear of meeting the Duke. I didn’t know how to react and what to say if he spoke to me. But my body was yearning for him again. And, Nolan . . . , he was a rampaging dragon out to hump me until my brains exploded.

  My body hankered for them, but how can I hold my head up high in front of them now? I cringed inwardly. I was between the devil and the deep blue sea. Should I resign? Was this the reason why the previous nannies resigned?

  After my hearty supper, I lingered at the balmy terrace of my room and languidly sipped my cup of coffee. I was getting sleepy when a knock came from my door. I sat up straight, my heart pounding dangerously inside my rib cage. Was it the Duke? Was it Nolan?<
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  “Who is it?” My voice quaked.

  “It’s Simon. May I come in?”

  I put a coat over my nightclothes and opened the door.