Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  Chris looked like he was trying to hold on for dear life, his orgasm so strong that it was imminent. After a couple of thrusts, he then pulled out, groaning as his cock sprayed my stomach.

  I gasped as the hot liquid immediately hit me. I mean, I was glad he didn’t cum inside of me, but it still surprised me at this present moment. I looked at him as he finished blowing his load, a blush present on his face.

  "Was that okay?” he asked.

  "More than okay,” I told him, giving him a deep, needy kiss as Matthew continued to thrust in and out of me. The two of us made out for what seemed to be forever, both of us losing our minds and the need growing within our bodies. Matthew moved his fingers to my clit, penetrating me as he rubbed me and I felt like all of these motions were enough to drive me over the edge.

  And they did. As he pushed down I threw my head back, arching my back as my orgasm came once more. I felt like I'd run a marathon, and as soon as I did this, I felt him immediately groan, pushing his seed deep into my ass. It was a different sensation, that’s for sure, and it made me shiver with delight as he soon began to finish up, pushing himself into me as he pulled away. I soon passed out on the couch, and the two of them joined me. I felt like I was the queen of the world, and I got to experience something that I wanted for a long time. I didn’t expect Chris to join, and honestly, after all of this was said and done, I did have a few questions for him, but I guess they’ll be answered when I wake up.

  Chapter 3

  When I looked at the clock, I realized I had an hour before my dad got home. I quickly woke up both Chris and Matthew, and the three of us together, like lightning, cleaned up the place. All traces of our romp were soon gone, and I immediately went to the garage to get the power tool that Matthew came over here for in the first goddamn place. When I got the place ready, I quickly threw in a couple of easy dinners, sighing in relief.

  “Gosh I hope my dad doesn’t figure this out,” I told them.

  They both nodded, and soon, the three of us walked outside. I saw that Matthew had a smile on his face, and when I looked at him, he spoke.

  "So did you enjoy your first time?” he inquired.

  “Yeah. That was a thing,” I told him.

  "Well, if you ever want to do this again sometime during the summer, I'd love to indulge in this,” he told me.

  He really wanted to do it again? I mean, I certainly wouldn’t mind, that’s for sure.

  I mean, I wondered if we would have time before the end of summer. I looked at him, smiling in a serious manner.

  "I’d love that actually,” I told him.

  He looked at me with a smirk, and I could tell that this wasn’t the end.

  "Wonderful. I guess I’ll be seeing you around. And of course, keep this away from your father if you can,” he told me.

  I nodded, blushing in response to this. I mean, I certainly wasn’t going to say no to that. He looked at me, winking once more, before he walked off. When I looked at Chris, the two of us awkwardly shuffled about.

  "So what was that all about?” he asked.

  "He came over, asked to borrow a tool, and I guess things went a whole different direction,” I told Chris.

  I could tell he was trying to think of what to say here. He then looked at me, and he smiled.

  "I guess you just wanted to play with a tool, didn’t you?” he said with a sly smile.

  I blushed, immediately nodding. "I mean yeah,” I told him.

  "I guess it was worth it then that I walked in on you,” he said to me.

  “Yeah. It was. I had fun. And I guess you enjoyed it,” I told him.

  "More than I expected to honestly. I thought you were doing something personal with him behind your dad’s back,” he said.

  "I mean we were, but I also am not taken,” I told him.

  He smiled at me, and I smiled back. The two of us had a little bit to talk about.

  As I said those words though, I noticed the car pull in. I looked at Chris, and then at the car that showed up. I didn’t need to be told twice to know who the hell it was.

  My dad. He immediately came out, looking at me, and then over at Chris. I could see the look in his eyes. He was curious. Hopefully, I didn’t look too terrible.

  "Hey dad,” I said.

  "Hey sweetie. I didn’t know that you’d have company over tonight,” he said.

  “Yeah, sorry about that. Chris came over to hang out with me, and the two of us chilled most of the afternoon,” I said.

  "I see. Fair enough. Well, if you want to stay over Chris, you’re welcome to dinner,” he said.

  I saw Chris smile at me, and then at my dad.

  “Thank you sir,” he said.

  We went in, and I noticed my dad looked at the living room. Fuck, did he figure it out? But then, he smiled.

  "I didn’t know you even cleaned the place too sweetie. Thank you for that,” he said.

  “Thanks dad. I just wanted to do it quickly,” I told him.

  The three of us went over to the dinner table, and my dad sat at the head, with Chris and I both taking a side. I blushed as I looked over at him, and Chris then spoke.

  "So uh, how was your dad?” he asked.

  “Good. What about you two? What did you guys do?” he asked.

  “Oh, just mostly chilled around here. Nothing too special,” I said.

  Course, my dad didn’t need to know that I was fucked by both him, and by the neighbor, but I definitely was satisfied by that.

  "I see. So are you two together?” he asked.

  “No sir,” Chris said.

  "I see. Well, I'm glad you have good friends dear,” he told me.

  "I do dad. Thanks,” I replied.

  The dinner was awkward to say the least. I could tell that my dad was trying to figure out what really happened during the day today. But, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, that’s for sure.

  The rest of the dinner was awkward with a little bit of talking, but that’s it. I noticed that Chris kept eyeing me, and I looked back at him. I mean, I guess he’d tell me eventually what was up, I just had to wait.

  My dad cleaned up the food and headed to his office. Chris looked at me, and I nodded. The two of us made our way outside to the steps and when we got there, he stared at me.

  "So...”

  “Yeah, that was a thing,” I told him.

  "I know, but it was a good thing, and I certainly wouldn’t mind doing that again,” he said to me.

  I looked over at Chris, blushing madly. I did want to do that too.

  "I do as well, though next time, let’s have it between just the two of us. I didn’t even know you liked me in that way,” I told him.

  "I do. I just...didn’t know how to approach you with these feelings,” he said to me.

  He flushed, and I couldn't help but find it fucking adorable. I then reached in, pressing my lips to his own. The two of us stayed like that, kissing for a little while before I pulled away.

  "Well, I guess that settles it. We totally have to do that again,” I said.

  "We do. That was just heavenly,” he admitted.

  “Yeah, I mean it was really fun having a bit of time together with you like that. I didn’t even know that you liked me like that, but I certainly can’t complain,” I told him.

  I looked at him, and he smiled back at me. He then reached over ,touching my butt once more.

  “But yeah, next time, let’s have it between just the two of us. I mean, I can come over sometime tomorrow, if you want that,” he said.

  I nodded. "I’d like that too. I don’t want to date, but messing around is something that I wouldn’t mind doing,” I said.

  I mean, I really liked the idea of this. I then watched as he left, and I soon went back inside. My dad didn’t suspect a goddamn thing and I don’t understand why he didn’t.

  I mean shit, I could practically smell the sex in the area. But, I guess that's probably my imagination. My dad seemed to be almost oblivious to everything th
at was going on. I kind of liked that though, really. In a strange way, I definitely liked the idea of doing all of this under the cuff.

  My dad didn't say much to me, simply because he got busy with his own work that he didn’t really have the time to spend it with me. He was busy with his own work, and I didn't see him for the rest of the night.

  But, I did end up texting Chris, telling him that I was excited for tomorrow. My dad did meet up with Matthew later, and I could see the smile on his face when he spoke to me. I guess he certainly didn’t mind the idea of having fun again sometime soon, and honestly, I craved the next time we fucked again.

  For me, this woke something up within me. This was the last summer before I went off to college. I was an adult. I should go out and have fun. And that’s exactly what I planned to do. I had both of them ready and waiting, and I knew that the next time around was going to be even better. Chris and I had something really good going on, and I knew for sure that I would get to have fun with Matthew soon. The fun was about to get even better, and I certainly don’t regret playing with my neighbor’s tool, that’s for fucking sure, and it’s something that I’d do again and again whenever it’s possible.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 33

  Susan dragged herself out of bed, hitting her alarm clock with a force that could only come out of resentment. She looked in the mirror and laughed upon seeing how bedraggled and haggard she looked. It was lucky that she didn’t ever sleep with anybody—he’d be scared off the moment he saw her wake up. Susan went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to relax her muscles and rinse her hair clean. When she was finished, she got ready for the day, made herself look ever the professional with a tight, neat ponytail behind her back, a modest-thing tweed skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up to the neck. This was essentially her uniform when she went into work. Her boss, Tyson Landis, was always telling her to relax, to let her hair down, but it was something she just wasn’t capable of doing. She was mortified to think of the lack of professionalism it would require going into the job wearing her hair loose.

  When she arrived at the office, things seemed to be in crisis. The looks on everyone’s faces would have made her laugh had they not scared the shit out of her just from anticipating the mess she’d have to clean up. Behind his desk, Tyson was pacing impatiently, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other tapping nervously on his thigh. This was something he did rarely, as the man was typically completely unflappable.

  Susan waited for his phone call to be over before she questioned him.

  “Tyson,” she said, “What is going on?”

  He shot her a look, then sat down in his chair and ran his hand over his head. Tyson was handsome even when he was upset. His skin was dark and smooth, his eyes even darker. He was always well-dressed in suits that were tailored to every specific measurement of his body. His head was shaved bald but he had a black goatee that accentuated the lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Honestly, and she would only ever admit this to herself, Susan had had a crush on him since she’d started and every time he looked her way, a she felt butterfly wings flutter in the stomach. Susan was absolutely inexperienced with men in general, having never gone further than chaste kisses with one, but hoped that if she had to choose anybody to touch her, it would be Tyson Landis.

  “They’re coming today. Not next week. Today.”

  Susan’s jaw dropped. Them. The potential partners—the two men who, if the companies merge, would almost double the value of Tyson’s considerable empire.

  “Why today?”

  “They said it would be more convenient than waiting until next week.”

  “But one day’s notice?”

  “No,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Zero days. They called me this morning.”

  Susan blanched, her fingers clenching and unclenching over the leather-bound calendar she was carrying around the office at all times. It was like a security blanket to her and the blanket was tearing, ripped apart by the mere thought of a major unscheduled event, perhaps the most important event they had anticipated all year.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Go prepare the presentation, Susie,” he said, sighing, “and get me coffee, please.”

  It took her about an hour to get through the first task, putting together the binders for the presentation as well as double-checking the hardware to make sure everything was ready for display. Susan cursed him for refusing to hire interns—they would have gotten it done much more quickly, but he said he didn’t trust anybody he hadn’t properly vetted and he just didn’t have time to get through the resumes of college kids. And it was true, but it was also desperately inconvenient for the both of them. As his assistant, Susan was responsible for getting literally everything done that he didn’t have time to do himself. They worked in an office full of people and yet he trusted nobody but her. The thought made her feel warm but also annoyed; if he valued her so much, he would have given her a pay raise by now, some incentive to continue on working as hard as she did. Still, she tried not to complain too much.

  When she was downstairs waiting for his order at the coffee shop, her jaw nearly dropped when she saw three men walk in, dressed expensively in top of the line suits, walking straight and tall as only the very wealthy can. They must be the company, the men who had demanded the meeting moved to today instead of next week. She panicked when they got on the elevator and disappeared, her hands shaking anxiously as she waited for Tyson’s coffee to be finished. She grabbed it quickly when the barista put it on the counter and hurried to the elevator, pushing the button over and over until it finally opened. She pushed the button for the eighth floor and waited nervously until she stepped off. The men were already in the boardroom with Tyson, who was gesturing for them to take their seats. He saw her and beckoned her in, pulling out her chair for her and introducing her around the table. Her boss always had her sit in on his meetings and presentations, insisted upon having her at his side at any given moment.

  Susan had trouble not staring at each man sitting around the table. Each was as handsome as the next, all as tall as Tyson, all well-featured and chiseled. The man in the middle, Edward, with blue eyes and short pale hair, caught her looking and looked back, his eyes dancing, and winked at her. Her face went red and she immediately turned towards the presentation. Watching Tyson work was almost erotic to her every time. He was so powerful, so charismatic that she had trouble imagining anybody would be able to resist doing what he asked of them. She knew that, as his assistant, she genuinely had no choice other than to obey him, but had a feeling that she would do so anyway. His presence demanded compliance.

  She felt Edward’s eyes on her as she stared at the screen and felt herself growing hot. Occasionally she’d glance back at him and he’d hold her eye, give her a knowing, teasing smile that she had trouble reading. When the presentation was finally over, the four men spoke amongst themselves, with Susan barely paying attention to what they were saying. Everything must have worked out in Tyson’s favor, though, because as they all shook hands with him he was grinning ear to ear, practically bouncing out of his skin. After the men had left and they were back in his office, Tyson scooped Susan up in his arms and twirled her around. Never had he shown her such affection. The touch of him made her mouth go dry and she wanted to stay in his arms. Too soon, he set her down on the floor and kissed the top of her head.

  “Susie, you’re a life-saver. Really. Let me take you out tonight.”

  “Me?”

  He laughed. “Yes, you. Go home how. Get ready.”

  So she did, reeling and nervous, wondering how the night would go.

  Susan didn’t have much to wear that would be appropriate for going out alone, let alone going out escorted by one of the richest men in the country. She settled on something she thought would be suitable and slipped into her highest heels, waiting on her porch for
him to pull up. When she got into his car, he looked her over, smiled and reached around her to unpin her hair so that it fell in waves around her shoulders. Then he unfastened the top button of her blouse and nodded approvingly. Susan was holding her breath, relishing the feeling of his skin on her chest. She wondered if she was blushing, if he could tell how attracted she was to him. She thought maybe he could because he stared at her quizzically for a moment before pulling out of her driveway.

  “I suppose you’ve no idea where we should go,” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

  “No, I don’t,” she said shyly, her hands clasped in her lap.

  “Do you ever get out?”

  She looked at him coyly, smiling. “My boss keeps me pretty busy, wears me out.”

  “Oh, I haven’t even begun to wear you out.”

  That stilled her tongue. If he meant anything by it, he didn’t stop to let it sink in. He kept talking, pulling up to a bar and handing his keys to the valet to park as he guided her inside with his hand on the small of her back. He chose a table and slid across from her, staring at her face until they ordered.

  “I’ve known you for three years, now,” he said, sipping his drink. “And I know nothing about you. Tell me.”

  Susan took a drink of her wine, holding it in her mouth to savor its bold sweetness on her tongue.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “If you don’t go out, you don’t live with anyone, what do you do when you’re not at work?”