Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “I’m right here, Seth.”

  “Right. Sorry.” He clicked his way back up through a screen of text and pointed at a block of lines on the screen. “This. What does this say?”

  Eva leaned out over his shoulder and squinted at the screen. Her lips moved as she read through and shook her head.

  Seth turned his head toward her and cupped her breast where it hung down and rested heavily on his shoulder. He pulled at and rubbed at her nipple until it poked hard through the material of her shirt. He licked his lips and took more encouragement from her reaction than she intended to give. She was getting turned on, but it was a shame that his little cock under his weirdly fat belly was her only option.

  She pulled her breast away from his grasp and moved to the side. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that he was crestfallen.

  “Not now,” she said. “I can’t concentrate on this, if you are teasing me. Do you want this translated or not.”

  He sighed and turned his attention back to the screen. “Okay. What does it say?”

  “It is not German,” she said. “Well, not all of it.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Eva waved her fingers over the text. “It is a mix of German and Russian. Some of it is misspelled and the grammar is bad. Words are out of order for both languages.”

  “Is it a bot?” he asked. “This girl keeps messaging me.”

  “Bot?”

  Seth waved a hand in a circle. “Is it a computer program putting together random text?”

  Eva thought, but then shook her head. “No. I think it is a person, but one that is not good with either language.”

  “What does it say?”

  She sighed and said, “It talks about bank accounts and transferring money for travel. It talks about trusting God and wanting to serve a higher purpose once she gets to America. That’s the best I can get out of it. Like I said, it is in two languages and badly written.”

  Seth scrolled up and deleted the message. “Super. I’m probably getting contacted by someone on the watch list.”

  Eva stood up straight and stared at his face in profile. “What is this watch list? What are you talking about?”

  “Nothing. Patriot Act stuff. It’s probably some hacker trying to scam me out of money, but it might be someone trying to sneak into America illegally.”

  Eva swallowed and narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to get in trouble? Are you going to get us in trouble?”

  He waved a hand at her dismissively as he clicked through pictures of women on his computer. About half of the pictures were completely or partially naked. She ignored them as she waited for his answer.

  Seth said, “Don’t be silly. I’ve been doing this for years. I got you to America, didn’t I?”

  She looked at a woman on his screen bent over and spreading her bare ass for the camera. Seth bit his lip as he stared at the image.

  Eva said, “That is true, but a lot of bad stuff has happened since then. Are you worried the police are getting mad about all the women you are bringing into the country?”

  Seth sat back in his chair. The back gave a creak from the strain of his weight. He stared at her a moment and blinked several times. Moisture glazed the surface of his eyes. He could have been angry, but Eva knew him well enough to know that he was more likely to cry. American men had their buttons and the ones Eva had met that ordered their brides from Seth’s service had a lot of buttons that made them cry. She prepared herself for whatever storm of emotion might be coming.

  Seth’s voice shook a little, but he held it together for the moment. “You don’t think I know what I am doing? Do you think I am too stupid to fill out the paperwork properly?”

  Eva sighed and shook her head. “I’m not saying that. There are bad people out there that can take pretty pictures online and fill out the paperwork to come to America. Bad people will use you to come here and do bad things. That is all I am saying. I don’t want you to get into trouble. I don’t want to lose you.”

  He softened and smiled, but still looked like he was about to cry. American men sometimes cried when women said nice things to them too. Eva thought not for the first time that Seth would not do well at all in a civil war.

  As she focused on his eyes moving up and down her body, she realized he was going to want to have sex that night. She began to brace herself for that possibility mentally. If he looked at enough bridal candidates online and she twerked nicely for him, it could probably be over quickly and he would fall fast asleep. She would be able to take care of herself with the purple monster she had hidden in the bathroom.

  He said, “I appreciate that. They have to pass immigration screenings. I might fudge the numbers and details a little, but if they have any sort of history. They’ll get flagged and stopped. No problem.”

  Eva nodded. “If you say so, then I believe so.”

  Seth leaned back from his computer and another Eastern European trying to look sexy in a red teddy. Eva saw Seth was wearing a dirty concert shirt for some metal band she did not recognize and baggy sweatpants. She could see the tiny shape of his hard cock. She fought the urge to grit her teeth. He would notice as he tilted his head toward her.

  He held out one hand with orange cheese puff dust under his nails. “Come here, baby. Sit on my lap a second.”

  She forced a smile. “I thought you had work to do. I have dishes.”

  “Both can wait. Come here.”

  She hesitated just a moment, but then moved toward him. She turned and lowered her ass in her tight dress down onto his lap like she was easing into a cold bath. She felt his little prick poking her ass cheek as she settled her weight. She wiggled her hips to try to get comfortable. He gave a breathy moan and she thought she had made a mistake. She was going to end up having daytime sex in his stinky bear cave den office with pop corn kernels under her bare feet. She decided once he stripped her naked, she’d leave her shoes on. Sometimes that turned him on enough to speed the process along.

  His hand found her breast and he started working the nipple through the material. He said, “I’m so glad I found you, Eva.”

  She smiled without having to force it. “I’m glad … to be here too, Seth. You changed my life.”

  All of it was true, she realized.

  “How about a little celebration before we get back to immigration documents and dishwashing?”

  Eva sighed. “I feel sexier at night. Maybe we wait until then.”

  His hand slid inside her dress and tugged at her nipple. He slid his fingers across to her other breast inside her dress and Eva shivered. Again, he was encouraged and started twisting her other nipple like he was tuning an old radio. She liked to be pulled and played with rough from time to time, but it helped if she was already turned on.

  “You are sexy all the time,” he said.

  She licked her lips. His kindness and unbridled attraction to her was nice. It made her feel somewhat like a goddess being worshipped by a lowly worshipper. He was a slob, but he was mostly a humble slob that was in awe of her beauty. She enjoyed that. He had his little honeys on the computer that would do almost anything for him to get to America and get their own worshippers too. As far as she knew, he had not taken any of them up on their offers of blow jobs or dirty, daytime sex since he had married Eva. If he did, maybe he would leave her alone more. Maybe. She might be free to find someone more manly on the side too.

  Eva swallowed and said, “I would rather do it tonight. I will make it special tonight. I promise.”

  Seth paused. His expression changed a little. It went more flat. He was disappointed. He drew his hand out of her dress, but moved his other hand to rest on the curve of her ass through the tight dress. He was just as stiff as he was before – maybe more.

  Seth smiled again. “Listen, speaking of making it special, I have an idea of something new I’d like to try tonight while you are feeling more sexy.”

  Eva felt cold inside. This was it. He was going to put her
on the spot for ass sex.

  The doorbell rang and someone followed immediately with a deep, heavy knock. It almost shook the frame of the house. Eva pictured the person using the heel of his hand in a closed fist for that knock. It was the way soldiers knocked before kicking the door down. For a brief moment, Eva was transported back to the old country where doors were kicked open often.

  The deep knock came again rattling the house above them.

  “We should get that,” she said.

  He patted her butt and she stood up. He took a moment to try to adjust his boner in his sweatpants so that it laid down along one leg instead of standing out straight.

  The knocker pounded against the door a third time.

  “I can get it,” Eva offered.

  Seth waved her off as he waddled toward the steps. “I got it. Hold this thought. I want to come back to our conversation once I get rid of this guy.”

  Eva did show her teeth as she followed behind Seth. She was hoping they would move on from the discussion of sticking it in her ass for one more night.

  They walked past the overflowing boxes on the dinning room table and made their way to the front door.

  Seth pulled the door open with the broad shouldered man outside raising his fist for another knock. The man was more than a head taller than Seth. His muscles tested the limits of his steel gray suit. The man had dark hair cropped short and a gristle of beard forming on his face. His eyes were a shade of green that popped out at Eva.

  Seth cleared his throat and his voice sounded small and weak as he said, “What do you want?”

  The bigger man tilted his head. He pulled a black leather wallet out of his inside coat pocket. As the jacket flipped back, Eva caught a glimpse of a handgun in a holster on his hip. He opened the wallet showing an ID.

  The man said, “My name is Agent Cain Bell. I’m with the local office of the FBI. I’d like to take a moment to come in and clear up a few questions we have.”

  “What sort of questions?” Seth asked.

  “The sort that make us all feel better so that we can move on with our lives,” Agent Bell said.

  Seth glanced back over his shoulder at Eva and then back at the agent. “I don’t think I want to do that.”

  The agent stared back for a moment. He looked over Seth’s head at Eva and back down at Seth. “I kind of think you do, Mr. and Mrs. Glavin. I really do.”

  “Do you have a warrant?” Seth asked.

  Agent Bell actually laughed. “No, but I could get one, if that would make you feel better. Warrants let us dump out drawers and confiscate computers. That would probably play hell with your perfectly legal perfectly compliant business, Mr. Glavin. I can go get a warrant and a few of my friends to do all that. Or you can invite me in for a nice, friendly conversation to be sure we can clear everything up.”

  “Maybe I should get a lawyer first,” Seth said.

  “That’s perfectly within your rights,” Agent Bell said. “If I have to talk through a lawyer, I prefer to do it in a dark interrogation room down at the headquarters. If we are doing things formally, I like to be all official, you understand.”

  “Why are you harassing me? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

  “Then, you have nothing to hide, Seth. May I come in to talk?”

  “Are you trying to trump up charges for some reason? What’s your game?”

  Agent Bell shook his head. “If I was looking to charge you or harass you, I would get the warrant and I would take you in to scare you into confessing something in my dark interrogation room. I would be here with a partner instead of alone. So, do you care to talk to me informally or do we just get on with more formal interactions?”

  “Just let him in, Seth,” Eva said.

  Agent Bell looked at her and smiled. His green eyes struck her again. He said, “Your wife, Eva, has the right idea, Mr. Glavin. What do you say?”

  Seth stepped aside. “Come in for a talk, but that’s it. Don’t try to strong arm me into anything, Agent Bell.”

  “You got it,” Agent Bell said as he stepped into the house. “Nice place you got here.”

  Eva looked around at the clutter around the room and sighed. She thought the agent must be making fun of them.

  “Thank you,” Seth said. “So, what do you want?”

  “I need to talk with you about a few individuals that you apparently aided in entering the United States,” Agent Bell said.

  Seth swallowed and blinked a few times. Eva saw sweat beading around his face. He was looking splotchy too. The sweat made him look greasy to her. He said, “All my paperwork is in order.”

  “You mind if I look through for what I need then?”

  Seth rubbed his sleeve over his lip and then across his forehead. “You will need a warrant for that.”

  “You’ve already invited me in,” Agent Bell said. “I can pretty much look at what I like, if I see it out in plain sight and it looks suspicious.”

  Cain Bell and Seth both looked past Eva at the boxes on the dining room table.

  “Invited you in like a vampire,” Seth said.

  “Now that’s not very nice, Seth,” Agent Bell said. “I am your guest and you are my host. We are just having a friendly visit to clear up any misunderstandings. Remember?”

  Seth cleared his throat and then hacked a few times like he was choking on his own spit. Seth said, “Maybe you tell me the names and I see if I can get back to you on the details?”

  “Maybe.” Agent Bell stared for a moment. He looked down and took out a small notebook chewed around the edges from being in his pants pocket. Eva saw a flash of his gun again. Cain Bell flipped through the dog eared pages with notes and pen scratches on them. He said, “Let’s start with Connie Strovet, Hilda Cornov, and Melinda Trigette. What can you tell me about them?”

  Seth squinted and looked down at the floor. “I help a lot of men and women around the world find love matches. I might need to do some searching to find details on those three.”

  “I can help you look,” Agent Bell said.

  Seth looked up, but stared at the agent’s chest instead of meeting his eyes. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

  “I insist, Seth. It will be my thanks for inviting me in. I’d hate to put all this work on you.”

  “I really would rather you not, Agent Bell. I’ll find what you need on those three and send it to you. Can I have your number?”

  Bell tilted his head. “It’s more than three, Seth. Those are just the first three.”

  “Well, give me the rest of it then.”

  “Here’s the rest of it,” Agent Bell said. “We think you are fudging details on visa applications. By think, I mean that we know you are. We think you are in violation of several counts of immigration fraud statutes by gaining permission for aliens to stay in the States by arranging marriages. We think you might be in violation of prostitution statutes by taking extra from the men for guaranteed sex and paying the women a cut for taking care of the men. We think you might need to come down and sit in a cell since we have enough for an arrest. If you are under investigation, we might need to look into your relationship with Eva as well.”

  Eva stepped forward. “No, please, Agent Cain Bell, I will tell you anything you want to know. I’ll do anything. Don’t arrest me.”

  Agent Bell cut his eyes at Eva and smiled.

  Seth said, “Shut up, Eva. There is nothing to tell.”

  Bell looked back at Seth. “Afraid of what she will tell?”

  Seth blinked and licked his sweaty lips. “There is nothing to tell. You have her scared because she comes from a country where soldiers don’t follow rules. They make up lies and take what they want including favors from the women in the houses they invade.”

  Bell shrugged. “Sounds like an awful, lawless place.”

  “Doesn’t it?” Seth said.

  Eva took another step forward. “Please, don’t arrest him. I’ll do anything you want. Please.”

  Bell sighed and sai
d, “That sounds a lot like bribery. Maybe even some of that prostitution we think you may be involved in. Remember what I mean by think?”

  “I do,” Seth said.

  “Anything, Agent Cain Bell.” Eva stepped up and dropped to her knees beside Agent Bell with her hands out and open like she were begging for mercy.

  “Eva, shut up. You’re making it worse. Don’t be scared.”

  Agent Bell glanced down and stared into Eva’s cleavage in her tight, black dress. “No, Seth, you guys should be scared, believe me. Let your lovely wife talk. I am interested to see what she says – what she offers.”