Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “Is anything wrong?” He asked when we were comfortably seated.

  “Nothing,” I denied, refusing to look at him.

  “Are you planning to resign?” he probed suddenly that I was dumbfounded.

  “How did you know?” I retorted incredulously.

  “Those are the symptoms. . . Not coming out of your room and reporting sick. Did the Duke request you to resign?”

  “No, he did not,” I shot back, indignant.

  “Then why are you resigning? Have you done something wrong?”

  I remained silent.

  “I’ll tell you why the former nannies resigned. . .”

  “You don’t have to. I have no business poking into other people’s business,” I interrupted him.

  “You’ll have to know, lest you’ll misunderstand,” he insisted. “They resigned because the Duke requested them to. If he fired them, they would have not received their severance pays, so he let them resign instead.”

  “But why did he request them to resign?” I was curious.

  “Because they overstepped their boundaries, flirting openly with him even in front of the children. He treasures his children the most and wants to be the best father for them.”

  I nodded my head in agreement.

  “And he dislikes women who openly seduce him.”

  I whipped my head to look at Simon. “You mean he didn’t succumb to their wiles?”

  “Yes, why are you so shocked?”

  “Nothing,” I murmured, deep in thought about the magnitude of his revelations. How come he came in my room and made love to me? My common sense dictated that perhaps he found me attractive. And what about Nolan? What was his role in the incident?

  My spirits soared when I realized that he was not a gal-sneaker and that he favored me above the rest. I changed into a long navy blue skirt with matching three-quarter length striped shirt. The colors accentuated my fair, smooth skin and my pristine features. Who would ever guess that the woman staring back from the mirror is no longer a virgin?

  My feet had spring pads as I walked towards the Duke’s study. Would he dislike me as well, if I made the first move? It was too late to back out now. I heard his footsteps approaching the door.

  We bumped into each other as he peaked outside of his room. His lips widened to a smile when he saw it was me.

  “This is a surprise!” he continued grinning. “You’ve been missing the whole day; I thought you won’t come out from your room.”

  I smiled back, a niggling tension developing at the pit of my stomach.

  “You’re fine now, of course,” his palm touched my cheeks. “Have a seat. Coffee or wine?”

  “Coffee, please,” I replied, not wanting to duplicate the drunken event that happened the other night.

  My hands wanted to reach out and pull his face towards mine but I hesitated, observing his gaiety. It was evident he was able to recover from his misery. “You’re not grieving anymore, sir?” I inquired just to make sure.

  “No, not anymore. Let bygones be bygones. Anyway, both of them had passed away.”

  I was relieved and happy he was over it quickly.

  “And again, don’t call me sir, Adrien will do,” he amiably flashed his pearly white teeth at me.

  I nodded.

  “I’m sorry, I was unable to tuck in the kids today,” I apologized.

  “Don’t worry, Simon does it whenever you can’t. He’s used to it.”

  We sat there for a few minutes, pensively holding our cups in our hands.

  After a while, he positioned his chair right next to me and held my hand. I noticed his crotch and a bulge was brewing. He caressed the insides of my thighs and murmured, “Do you want a repeat performance of yesterday?” I nodded shyly and placed my palms lightly on top of his erection. He moaned softly.

  “Nolan would like to join us.”

  Nolan sauntered into the room opportunely.

  “Present,” he planted a solid kiss on my lips. I was still astonished at his audacity and sex appeal. He moved with confidence and class that any woman who would refuse him was an ignoramus.

  My love glove quivered in fervor. My two heroes are here, I rejoiced inwardly.

  They brought me to a spacious room that had a wide soft bed, and several contraptions that appeared to be sex materials. There was a chair designed as a horse, complete with stirrups and a leather saddle. There was also a high, backless chair, obviously intended for sitting positions. There were feathers, silks, cottons, and some strange, penis-like items that were displayed inside the glass cabinets.

  They laughed at my stunned rejoinder. “You’ll surely enjoy these toys, my dear,” Nolan had an arm around me. “Step into the world of sensual pleasures.”

  “We’re actually experimenting with these items,” The Duke revealed. “It’s not a sin to indulge ourselves with the pleasures of the flesh.”

  “What do you want to try?” Nolan led me to the displays.

  I was still too shy to express myself. “You choose,” I uttered excitedly, my body already burning with urgency. I wanted to try the saddle but I was unsure what it was, so I rejected the idea.

  The Duke started kissing me, holding my face between his palms. He nuzzled my nose and then kissed its tip and then enclosed my lips with his own. His fresh- smelling breath and sweet saliva penetrating my own as I fought back with my own tongue. I slurped his tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it gently. His hands were busy shedding my clothing one by one.

  I felt Nolan burying his head under my skirt, while he ripped my underwear with his mouth. It fell on the floor and I exhaled deeply as his tongue ran the length of my futz. He was crouched below me and the Duke, occupying the tight space between our bodies.

  “Let me try this,” he held a silky material in his hand.

  There was a tingle in my pussy as he flicked my pussy with the object. A keen sensual pleasure started to build up in my pubis. Nolan pulled my skirt down and exposed my constricted pussy. He went on teasing and caressing it with the object until I grabbed his head and directed it towards my clamoring slit. He cursed, and got rid of it as his tongue plowed through my pink petals. They then carried me towards the bed and lay me spread-eagled on it. I was completely naked and my body was one big ticking bomb. The Duke caressed and kissed me from the lips down to my breasts, while Nolan concentrated on venerating my pussy and the areas around it with his tongue and fingers. He sucked on the outer lips of my love pocket and shoved his tongue inside the narrow hole, while his thumb continuously flicked my clit.

  My head was sashaying from side to side as my body soaked in the glorious vibrations that beset me. The Duke ran his tongue on my round, firm breast while he fondled the other breast with his fingers. His lips never left mine, making me catch my breath every now and then. The blistering, enchanting feelings inside my body continued to build up. They traversed from my erotic zones and spread tenaciously but surely to all my extremities until I felt all my muscles ready to burst. I stiffened as Nolan continued licking my love hole.

  I groped for the Duke’s dick and massaged it lightly with my fingers, adjusting the pressure slowly. It grew to enormous proportions in no time at all. My hands faltered at times as their onslaught on my two mouths increased in intensity.

  “You love this, dearie?” Nolan sucked on my clit for several minutes, going in gently and then more forcefully. He performed the action repeatedly, until my body jerked and I nibbled the Duke’s neck as I convulsed into a shuddering climax. I sighed and basked in it, knowing there was nothing sweeter and more pleasurable than sex.

  It’s our turn,” Nolan turned me around, face down, and positioned himself below me. We were facing each other but I was on top of him and our bodies were both straightened - toe to toe. “Pleasure us,” he commanded.

  Nolan’s big fudge sickle was poised at the opening of my willing pussy. He wiggled his hips and his conquering manhood slid in, inch by inch. When he couldn’t control himself any longer
, he held my waist and lifted my body and then crashed it against his. His dick had difficulty entering my narrow opening and I had to rotate my hips to accommodate all of him. The movement triggered my G-spot and I was high once more. He raised my body and slammed it again into his muscular frame as our sex organs became locked to each other. He did it several times until our thighs were wet with sweat and love juices. The tension in my vagina had almost reached its maximum.

  I sensed a hand fingering my anus, and pinching my buttocks. The impression was magnified with my anal stimulation. The Duke tongued my anal area and I was raving mad as he slipped his tongue inside it. I was ready to come. With his tongue’s fourth pass, a guttural moan ripped from my mouth. And when Nolan penetrated my pussy harder, my body gave in and my breathing constricted as I clawed on Nolan’s chest and bit him as I climaxed.

  Before my body stopped thrashing, Nolan brought his dick before my face. “I would like you to suck me,” he politely entreated. “I haven’t climaxed yet.”

  Impatient, I clutched his massive dick and enclosed its base with my fingers. I began massaging it, applying gentle pressure and a light touch. I lacked experience to give a good head but I was a voracious reader so I had learned that the penis is as sensitive as my own clit. My tongue welcomed the tip of his dick as it emerged from my fingers. I ran my tongue around its crown and sucked it, making tiny, suckling sounds with my mouth. While I was sucking him I played with his balls. His backed went rigid as I took his manhood all in and suckled it adoringly. Then I withdrew and ran my tongue along its shaft until it grew even bigger.

  The Duke’s flesh tower was up again and was forcing its way through my pussy. I was awed at how promptly it was able to recover. I was half-kneeling relishing Nolan’s dick, when the Duke toyed with my brazenly exposed breasts once again. He seemed to bask in their honey softness.

  When the Duke noticed that Nolan was close to his climax, he made me go on all fours and sniffed my pussy from behind. He then licked its opening and sucked the tiny protruding mound at the middle. It triggered a sensuous cascade of wonderful feelings that started from my clitoris to my feet and then back up to my head. The moment he stuck his enormous fire hose into my love pocket, I whimpered, semi-possessed with pleasure. He slid in, taking his time, and then he slowly slid out. He held on to the cheeks of my ass as he humped me from behind - in a kneeling position. Then when my tight pussy clutched his dick, he grumbled and increased his pace, digging deeply and humping more rapidly. The smack of his groin against my ass echoed inside the room as he went faster and faster. I pushed my pussy down to meet his merciless thrusts.

  I hardly noticed Nolan spewing his viscid fluid all over my face as his semen jetted out from his dick in short spurts. The pungent odor was thick on my nose and I licked the tips of his dick as he trembled in the last throes of his climax. “God, that was great,” he tapped my cheeks, as his semen dripped before me.

  “Are you cumming now?” The Duke asked hoarsely. “Say something, my dear,” he encouraged me, but I barely opened my mouth. I was a church-bell.

  He humped me like there was no tomorrow until I was dazed with mindless passion and uttered curses under my breath. Mom had taught me to act like a proper lady and to avoid cursing but the slice of heaven I had experienced was just too extreme for words.

  I was cumming too and I felt intricate pockets of delight started to accumulate in my pussy. Then a blinding flash of electricity coursed through my body and I convulsed as I squirted my love juices on the floor. The Duke was groaning violently too as he climaxed seconds after me. I grinded my ass against him as the electric pulses continued and my body was ravaged by erotic sensations that I had only experienced then. It was a momentous trip to Nirvana.

  We lay there exhausted but blissful and completely sated.

  “Why don’t you try the saddle,” the Duke tweaked my nipple as I lay between them. “It’s a unique ride,” he encouraged me. “I’ll ride with you,” he continued.

  I stared at the contraption and it seemed beckoning to me. “I’ll do that next time,” I kissed him playfully on the lips, tasting my own juices from his mouth.

  “You promise,” Nolan seconded; his other hand on the Duke’s nips.

  “Yes, I promise.” I spread my thighs and placed each leg across their bodies. They instinctively fondled me. Nolan went for my love pocket, while the Duke went for my taut lemons. I’m sure we’ll take the tumble anytime soon. I smiled to myself.

  I felt fulfilled, secure and happy as vestiges of my own unlucky past were obliterated from my mind. There was no sense in recalling the sad memories and crying over them.

  I expected the night to be an unending journey of sexual delights and erotic pleasures. I had conquered the castle

  Thanks to my two expert mentors.

  Story 26

  Chapter 1

  “She comes highly recommended,” Valerie called out from behind the bathroom door. She didn’t need to see Joe to know that he was rolling his eyes. “Sheila and Tim used Dr. Vitalie and they have nothing but good things to say.”

  “They were in a bad relationship,” Joe yelled and sounded just as annoyed as Valerie thought he would be. “They needed help, we’re fine.”

  “You always say crap like that,” Valerie sighed. “We’re not happy.”

  Valerie wasn’t going to the washroom, she was hiding. She wasn’t afraid of Joe, but she didn’t like spending time with him anymore. They used to love spending hours together, but now every conversation was like pulling teeth.

  When they first met, Valerie and Joe were both in competitive body building. Neither one of them had gone the steroids route. They just had perfectly sculpted natural bodies. Joe had wide shoulders, a well-defined chest, and an eight pack. Valerie had a six pack, but it was very slight. She had toned muscles, but she had always tried to look feminine. That’s why she never won the body building shows.

  Valerie really just liked watching crowds enjoy her beautiful body. Joe and Valerie had talked about the rush of being on stage. They loved watching people appreciate their bodies. There was just something about standing, nearly naked in a crowded room. They had talked about that years ago, when they used to talk about things.

  Joe only really talked about work; he could recite the optional features and engine specifications for every car that his lot sold. It was impressive the first time Valerie heard it, but she was long past the point of caring. His job was supposed to be a temporary position. He was working long hours to get the start-up money for their personal training company. The company had been on the back burner for years now.

  They were both still very good looking. Joe was at work 50 hours a week, but he still made time for the gym. Valerie was a personal trainer. She worked in a gym and spent most of her day working out, or helping others workout. Valerie was in better shape now than she had been in when they met. They both looked good and they should’ve been enjoying great sex. Valerie had no idea what was going wrong. She had been talking to her friends about it.

  “We’re the same people, why isn’t it working?” Valerie griped to Sheila as they finished their jog. They had been talking about Valerie and Joe’s relationship problems all through the run, and finally Sheila offered up an opinion.

  “You need to call this number and talk to someone who can help.” Sheila pulled Dr. Vitalie’s info up on her phone. “Call her and set something up, before things go too far.”

  As Valerie hid in the bathroom she thought about the things that were going wrong. The one that Sheila was most worried about was Francisco. He was a trainer at the gym. Cheating had never been issue in the past. At work, Valerie saw hot guys all the time, but she was happy. When you’re happy things like that don’t matter.

  Another problem was a client. Suzanne was gorgeous, and she was in great shape. She had better form on her squats than Valerie did. She didn’t need a personal trainer, but always requested Valerie to help with her workouts. Suzanne would pretend to not
understand a movement just so Valerie would put her hands on her. It was flattering, and Valerie kept telling herself that it meant nothing.

  However, on that fateful jog, Sheila had conclusively proved that it was a problem with one question, “Have you told them about Joe?”

  “Y…well, n…well,” Valerie had stammered. “I wear my wedding ring.” Valerie said this as confidently as she could. She wasn’t exactly lying. She sometimes did wear her wedding ring at the gym. She couldn’t remember if they had seen it or not. “Other people at the gym have likely told them.”

  “Oh, good,” Sheila had teased.

  Valerie heard Joe go to bed and she started heading out the door. She opened the door and saw that Joe was already lying on his side, turned away from his wife. Valerie sighed and walked to the bed.