Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “I can only hope...”

  The four of them got back into the car, Lily and Katie in the front, Sandra and Ashley in the back. She rested her head in Sandra’s lap, toying idly with a strand of her hair, “You know, I’m really gonna do it.”

  “Hmm?” Sandra looked down, “Do what?”

  “Have sex with all of them, I’m gonna do it.”

  The others laughed, “Ashley, it’s hard enough to get near one of them...” Lily smirked, “How hard do you think it’s gonna be to convince the three of them to cross swords?”

  “Oh, it wouldn’t be that hard.” She waved her hand, “They’re musicians, not college kids. Crossing swords is probably one of the least weird things they’ll have done.”

  Katie laughed, “Ok, sure, let’s say they’ll agree.” She turned around, raising her eyebrow, “How are you gonna get to them?”

  She shrugged, “I’ll think of something...”

  “Right, because there’s no bigger turn on than some crazy woman appearing out of nowhere and saying, ‘Hey boys, why don’t you all stick your dicks in me?’“ She tilted her head, “Something tells me that’ll just get security called.”

  “I’m not gonna break in. I’ll find someone to get me backstage, just have a little faith.”

  Sandra brushed a hand through her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Alright Ash, I’ll believe in you. No idea how you’re going to do it, but I’ll wait and see.” She smirked, “Just remember. Pictures.”

  Ashley kissed her right back, “Trust me, this thing goes off, I’ll do you better than pictures.”

  She growled lightly, “I can’t wait...”

  Ashley looked in her eyes for a few moments, before turning to Katie in the driver’s seat, “Hey Katie? Could we head back to the hotel for a bit?”

  “Uh uh, no can do. Wanna get my drink on now.” She shrugged, “We can take care of that particular need after we get some drinks, deal?”

  Ashley sighed, “Fiiiiine. If you insist.” She looked back up at Sandra, “I guess that’ll just have to wait then.”

  Her look was hungry when she replied, “Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it.”

  Chapter Two

  “Alright, you dragged me and Sandra here, you can buy us the first drinks.”

  Katie raised her hands, “Ok, fine. God, I’ll get you something to quench that unbelievable thirst you two have...”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” Sandra threw her hand out, tapping Katie hard on her behind. The woman yelped.

  “I haven’t had anything to drink yet. At least let me get two or three before that.”

  The other three chuckled as she walked off to order the drinks, they looked around the bar. “Man...” Lily sighed, “Not really much hotness in this bar, huh?”

  “Hmm...” Ashley looked around, eyes scanning over the men and women who populated the area. Unfortunately, Lily was correct, there wasn’t anyone she could see who would make it worth it to step away from her friends. “Damn, this could’ve been the start of the plan...”

  “What plan?” Katie walked over carrying a tray of tequila shots, “You making a move on someone?”

  She smirked, “Was gonna find a roadie or someone like that, see if I could charm them into letting me backstage.” She shrugged, “But I don’t see anyone like that around right now...”

  “I admire your planning.” Katie pushed a shot into her hand, “Now drink.”

  Half an hour later they were still only three shots in, the four of them wanting to take it a little slowly at first. It was just after Ashley downed her fourth that she saw him, sleeves rolled up and suit jacket under his arm. She tapped Sandra on the arm, “Sand, look. It’s him.”

  She looked over, “Him? Who’s him?”

  She pointed, “Him. The manager for the band.”

  “Oh.” Her eyes widened, “Oh.” She leaned in close, “You gonna go for it?”

  Ashley smirked, “You know I am.”

  Sandra pressed a kiss to her lips, “Good luck.” She passed her phone over, “Remember the deal.”

  “Wouldn’t forget it.” She smiled and stood up, walking confidently over to the bar.

  He looked up as she approached, a crooked smile coming to his face, “Well hello there, you here for me or just ordering a drink?”

  She sat down and smirked, “I think I’m here for you to order me a drink.”

  He chuckled, “Can’t argue with that. Bartender. Two over here.”

  She leaned on her hand, “So, what’s someone like you doing here?”

  “Oh you know, long day. Big event coming up.”

  She raised her eyebrow, “Big event?”

  He nodded, “Yep, you know the band Andrew Eats the Pixie?” He tapped his chest, “I’m their manager, their concert’s tomorrow.”

  She faked her surprise, “No way. I’m such a fan of them.” She smiled, “You must work so hard.”

  He scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah it’s hard work, but they’re good kids.” He held his hand out, “I’m Gareth by the way.”

  She shook his hand, “Ashley.” She scooted closer, “So, tell me more about you. Surely you’re much more than just their manager...”

  “Oh well, you know,” He chuckled, “I take care of them.”

  She hummed, “I’ll bet.” She smirked, “I wish I had someone like that.”

  “A manager?” He raised an eyebrow, “Or someone to take care of you?”

  She giggled, “Honestly, I could go for either. But I guess what I’d really want would be to meet them, at least once. I’m jealous.”

  “Well you know, they’re busy guys.” He shrugged, “They can take care of themselves, but they’d explode from stress if they had to. That’s why they hired me.”

  “You know...” She sipped at her drink, “I’d be really grateful if you could get me a meeting with them...” She ran her foot up his leg slowly, “Very grateful.”

  He put his glass down, “Before I get the wrong idea, what exactly do you mean by very grateful?”

  “As in,” She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I’d let you take me into that bathroom and fuck my brains out, how’s that for grateful?”

  He swallowed, eyebrow rising, “I’d say that’s a nice level of grateful, then I’d let you lead the way.”

  She stood, hips swaying as she walked away, “Then follow me and get your prize, Gareth.”

  He watched her hips sashay from side to side before standing and following, “Don’t have to tell me twice...”

  A minute later Ashley was down on her knees, frantically undoing Gareth’s zipper and pulling his pants down. She reached in and pulled him free, his cock resting nicely in her hand. She licked her lips, “You have a nice dick, Gareth, wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?”

  She leaned forward, her tongue flicking over the head and teasing down his shaft. Her hand played idly with his balls, the other slowly squeezing his ass. She opened her mouth and took the head in her mouth, licking at the underside as she pushed herself forward. She went forward until she felt herself about to gag, then pulled back. Slowly and steadily she pumped her head back and forth, the salty taste of his pre-cum starting to drive her into a frenzy.

  He placed his hand on top of her head, guiding her back and forth but content to let her control the pace. She seemed to know what she was doing after all. She pulled back to suck on the head, her hands coming up to pump back and forth along his shaft, the sensation absolutely incredible.

  “Fuck me...” He moaned, “How old are you that you know to do this so well?”

  She giggled, speaking around a mouthful of cock, “I’m eighteen. Just like to have fun.”

  He chuckled, “F-fuck, I can...” He groaned deeply as she pulled off and took his balls in her mouth, “I can tell.”

  “Oh trust me. You haven’t seen the half of it.” She pulled out the phone and handed it to him, “I want you to take pictures of this. All of it.”

 
His eyes widened, “Jesus, I’m so glad they convinced me to take a break.” He snapped a picture as she posed, cock halfway down her throat and a smile on her face.

  “Me too...” She pulled back, a trail of spit leading from his head to her lips, “Get in that cubicle and sit down.”

  He followed her instructions instantly, “Yes ma’am.”

  She walked over, closing the door behind her, “Do you want to fuck me?”

  “God, yes.”

  She smirked, “How much do you want it?”

  He groaned, “Fuck, I’d do anything you wanted.”

  “That sounds nice...” She unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off herself along with her underwear, “But you’re not going to fuck me just yet.” She stepped over him and knelt down, rubbing his dick with her wetness, sliding back and forth, “I’m going to fuck you.”

  He entered her easily, her hips sliding down until they were flush with his, a moan coming from both of them, “God, your cock is fantastic.”

  She placed her hands on his shoulders, giving her good support as she rose up and down. She was amazingly tight around him, her body slamming down with a meaty slap, the bathroom filled with the smell of their joint pleasure.

  He put his hands on her behind, squeezing roughly at the meaty cheeks as she continued her movements. “Your ass is fucking incredible.” He leaned forward and licked at her neck, “Makes me wonder what it’d be like to fuck it.”

  She chuckled, “Tempting, but not tonight. I save that for more special occasions...”

  Gareth pouted with mock disappointment, “Oh, how unlucky for me. I guess I’ll never know true happiness.”

  She giggled, before it broke into another moan as he rubbed against just the right spot inside her. She sped up her movements, angling it just right that he hit the spot every time he bottomed out. He lifted her top up, her breasts springing free and bouncing hypnotically. He took a second to appreciate the view before he leaned forward, taking one of the nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around. She moaned at the contact, her arms wrapping around his head and pulling him in closer.

  “Jesus, you’re really good with your mouth.”

  He smirked around her breast, “That’s kind of my job.”

  Ashley laughed, “I guess I’d make a good manager then.”

  He pumped his hips up, meeting her in the middle as she slammed herself down. Both their visions went white, “Fuck. If it meant I could keep you around longer I’d make the recommendation myself.”

  She stiffened, tightening around his shaft as he buried himself deep. He just barely avoided cumming as she groaned in his ear, clearly having been pushed over the edge and riding the wave she found herself on.

  She waited for a few seconds before standing up, his cock sliding out of her and slapping onto his stomach. She quirked an eyebrow, “You didn’t cum?” He shook his head, she smirked, “Well that just won’t do.”

  She turned around and bent over, bringing a hand back and spreading her cheeks apart, “Come on then. Give it to me.” She winked, “Night’s not over till your cum is somewhere on my body.”

  He stood up, walking over and positioning himself. He pushed forward slowly, his thick cock slowly disappearing inside her as she moaned. He squeezed her ass with one hand, the other busy waiting for the exact right moment to take a photo. It was when his dick was all the way in, her lips tight around either side and her cheeks gloriously spread that he saw the opportunity, the shutter clicking closed as the moment was captured forever.

  He pulled back and slammed his way in just as suddenly, her body jumping and Ashley moaning happily at the treatment. He pumped his hips back and forth, her body even tighter than it had been before if it could be believed. She threw her head back and moaned, hair whipping around her jawline and hanging down.

  Gareth knew an invitation when he saw it, and grabbed around the base of her hair and pulled. She giggled, “God, you know what you’re doing. My friends are going to be so jealous.”

  “Well then...” He took another photo, “I guess we’d better make them as jealous as possible, huh?”

  “Fuck yes...” She groaned again, hand going down to her cheek again, “Put your finger in my ass, please.”

  He was only too happy to oblige, the hand that was in her hair going back down and squeezing her ass cheek, his thumb snaking around and teasing her back entrance. He rubbed slow circles around it, loosening her up before he slowly pushed forward, his thumb disappearing to the knuckle.

  She moaned even harder, the feeling of both entrances being filled making her lose track of her thoughts, “God, fuck, harder.”

  He slammed his hips with more force, pushing his thumb in and out of her ass. Idly, she played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she was taken from behind. Picture after picture was taken, her flushed face as she played with herself, her filled entrances as they slammed back and forth between each other, the slight gape of her hole when he pulled his finger out and swatted at her rump. All of these were exactly the sort of thing that Ashley wanted, and she knew Sandra was going to go nuts for them.

  She started to moan once more, her voice rising in pitch as she began to chase yet another orgasm. She tightened around him yet again, her walls squeezing around him with a pressure he’d never felt in his life. He couldn’t stop himself this time, just barely holding back until he pulled out, his hand frantically pumping on his shaft as he too lost himself in pleasure. He groaned deeply and desperately, rope after rope of cum shooting out of his cock and onto her back. Her ass was painted white, her quivering holes dripping with his release as he finished. He squeezed her cheeks around his shaft, pumping a few more times to squeeze out as much as he could, before he collapsed back onto the seat.

  She stood there panting, the feeling of his cum covering her body almost driving her crazy. She looked back at him and smirked, “I think this’ll be the best photo.”

  He chuckled, raising the phone and taking some shots, gazing at the absolute mess he’d made of her behind, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

  She grinned, “So, am I going to meet the band?”

  He smirked, “I’m guessing you plan on doing this with them as well?”

  “Well, yeah.” She licked her lips, “If they fuck half as well as you then I’m gonna lose my mind.”

  He laughed, “From what I’ve seen, you won’t be disappointed.” He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll take you to them after the concert. Let you have a... private show with them. I think they’ll appreciate it.” He took note of the phone in his hand, “I’m guessing you’ll want photos as well?”

  She nodded, “Part of the deal with my best friend, if we fuck someone we get pictures. It’s only fair.”

  Gareth chuckled, squeezing her ass again, “I really need to meet your friends, they sound great.”

  She wiggled her ass in his grip, “This goes well enough, I might make some introductions...”

  Chapter Three

  “Wow, so it actually worked?” Sandra was sitting on the bed, scrolling through each of the photos that Ashley had taken. Around the third she’d quite obviously started rubbing her thighs together, something that made Ashley smirk when she noticed it.

  “Mmhmm. All I had to do was let him cum on me and it was settled.” She had left the bathroom a little while after him, an unfortunate side effect of their little meeting being that he wasn’t the one who was covered in sweat and cum in a public place. It took a good fifteen minutes before she was sure she wouldn’t get arrested.

  “Well, looking through these photos, I can see why he agreed.” She looked up and smirked, “You fuck like a champion.”

  Ashley smirked, crawling across the bed until she was right in front of her, “You’re no slouch yourself.” She pushed forward and planted her lips against the other woman’s, their tongues entering each other’s mouths a second later. They pulled back after a few moments, their eyes never leaving each other.

  Sandra was
breathing heavily, her eyes clouded with lust, “How about we continue where we left off?”

  As soon as Ashley nodded her assent, Sandra pushed her down, her mouth harshly attacking her neck. She bit and sucked as she moved down, palming her friend through her shirt, pinching the stiff peaks of her breasts. Ashley moaned and arched into her touch, her own hand finding its way past Sandra’s waistband, fingers already sliding over her soaking slit. She pushed her fingers in, crooking them and pumping in and out.

  Sandra moaned, leaning down and undoing Ashley’s pants. She pulled them down, running her tongue up her still covered vagina. Moving the underwear to the side, she dove in, tongue eagerly tasting and probing her depths and her nose nuzzled against her clit. Ashley was a soaking mess, her fingers still clumsily trying to get Sandra off, but with the angle and her own overwhelming pleasure, it was no easy task.