Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “My brother? Thanks,” I said, and pulled away from the guy. That was strange. My brother was all the way back home in Omaha, and he hadn’t told me he was coming to the concert.

  I knew my family supported me, but since I’d had to relocate to Los Angeles when I signed my contract with the record label, they could hardly be expected to drop everything and come to all of my concerts.

  Still, it was pretty cool if Nate had actually done so. I missed him, and my sister, and my parents, more than I would have expected back when I was home with them. It would be really good to see him.

  It was a good night. An amazing concert, and now I got to see a family member. Even Liam trailing me like a very buff, strong, gorgeous, but obnoxious puppy didn’t ruin my mood.

  “Nate,” I called out happily as I yanked open the door without hesitation or caution. I was vaguely aware of Liam behind me, a hulking, menacing presence, but I was so pleased to get to see my brother, I didn’t even care. Or not that much, anyway.

  From there, things started to happen very quickly.

  That’s not Nate …

  That was all I could summon to mind before the man charged at me, grabbing me by the shoulders. He wasn’t my brother. He wasn’t anyone in my family. I didn’t even know him, and I gave a cry of surprise and fear as he pulled me into the room.

  He was a big man, fat but also muscular. He had long, greasy dark hair and these intense, crazed light green eyes. He pulled me to him, and I smelled sweat, dirty sweat, which almost made me gag.

  “I’m your biggest fan,” he said, his breath puffing in my face. In that moment, I tasted death, and I felt my heart clench up tight in my chest, paralyzing me. I struggled to try to free myself from that grip, but he had me so tight I could barely move.

  And then he was gone. Just like that, with only the lingering stench of his horrific body odor to remind me of his hands on me. My whole body shuddered with revulsion, and I watched as Liam sprung into action.

  Sometimes, I wondered if he could do more than follow me around and be annoying. I’d certainly never seen him move very quickly before. All of my doubts were blown away when I saw him move then.

  In seconds, in the time it took me to blink once, the man who had attacked me was on the floor, with Liam crouched over him. Liam had his hand around the stranger’s neck and was pinning him down, and there wasn’t even the slightest hint of compromise in his stern, handsome face.

  Wow.

  Seemed like the guy could come in handy after all.

  I fell into a chair, my legs too shaky to hold me up. At the same time, though, I was no damsel in distress, and I scrambled for my cell phone to call the cops.

  It was over so quickly, but I had to wonder if I would ever really feel safe again.

  “Natalie, are you okay?” Liam asked, and even as freaked as I was, I had to give a little smirk. It turned out that he did know my name. I’d sort of been wondering. He could even talk, which I hadn’t been sure about before.

  “I’m fine,” I whispered, but it wasn’t really true.

  * * *

  Hours later, it was really all over. The police had come and taken our statements, and the crazed stranger who had attacked me was safely in their custody. I was shaking, but I was pretty sure I was keeping it under wraps as much as possible.

  No one else seemed to notice, anyway, but I learned right then and there that Liam noticed pretty much everything. He didn’t even hesitate; he just grabbed my wrist and swept me away, taking me home.

  Once safely in my own home (if I would ever feel safe again), Liam pulled away from me. On some instinctive level, I didn’t want that. I needed him, or someone, close to me. A huge, strong man seemed to help quite a lot with the whole safely lesson, and without thinking, I stepped close to him.

  “Please don’t,” I whispered, surprised by my own daring. I had already given up on ever liking him, though I did like most people. I couldn’t honestly say my feelings toward him had changed, but he was pretty much the only one I could imagine feeling safe around.

  He didn’t reply, and I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Or that was the idea, at least. In practice, he was so much bigger than me, it was more like I used my grip on his body to haul myself toward him.

  I’d never been this close to someone so massive before.

  I was used to men being bigger than me. At 5’5, I wasn’t a tall woman. But he was at least a foot taller than me, and his shoulders were probably three times as broad as mine.

  He was a solid, living rock wall of muscle, hard and hot and I couldn’t help but notice that he smelled good, too. To my surprise, the tingle of arousal started between my legs, and I could feel myself getting wet.

  God, really? Big muscle men had never been my type before, but for some reason, he was exactly what I wanted right then. I clung to him, fighting with myself, but it was a fight that I was bound to lose.

  What would it be like to be pinned down and screwed by a man this big? Was he this big all over? His hands and feet were massive, and I was suddenly very aware of what they said about men with big hands.

  I held myself very still. It wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted to press against him, to touch him, to rub my hips against his groin and see if I could tease him into an erection.

  But I didn’t even like this man?

  “You’re shaking,” Liam commented. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  I knew it was just his job. He was only asking because he was paid to ask. He didn’t really care. But I needed to hear those words, and when he said them in his deep, undeniably sexy, voice, I lost it.

  I had to stretch way up onto my tiptoes to do it, and I reached up to incline his head toward mine, but I managed to press my lips abruptly against his. My arms went around that solid waist, and I pushed my body flush against his.

  He pulled away from me after a second of shock, but I pulled him back. I had no idea why I was acting like this, only that it had something to do with the attack on me earlier.

  I had tasted death, and I wanted to feel alive.

  And, more than that, I didn’t want to think about any of it too much. I wanted to feel, to experience, not to think. I wanted action.

  “Natalie, this isn’t appropriate,” he murmured, in that deep voice that seemed to resonate through my whole body, but especially through my aching, empty cunt. I’d never been so desperate to be filled before.

  “I don’t care. Do you?” I reached down and boldly rubbed against the front of his pants. Just as I’d thought, or at least, hoped, he was hard, ready for me.

  And, oh my God, he was enormous. It felt like he had to be as thick as a beer can, and long, too. He filled my hand completely when I gripped him, and I was utterly fascinated and just a little bit fearful.

  Would he even fit?

  He didn’t respond for a long moment, and I was pretty sure I was about to be shot down, hard. Maybe he was just a stick in the mud, with no concept of fun.

  “No,” he finally said, and I felt something relax in him. He shoved his hips toward my hand, grinding against it. “No. I really don’t give a shit right now.”

  It was only then that I fully realized something. He was just as worked up by the attack as I was. He was having the exact same feelings that I was.

  I didn’t have a long time to think about it. In seconds, he had me up in his strong arms, and then pinned against the wall with his hips as he thrust his tongue desperately into my mouth.

  This was the passion I had been looking for, and then some. I responded to it eagerly, like my life depended on it, my hips seeking out his hardness to rub against it, grinding against him like there was no tomorrow.

  He met me with the same desperation, his cock throbbing between us. That monster dick. It was going to tear me open, but in that moment, in that mood, that didn’t actually sound too bad.

  It sounded pretty damn good, really.

  “I need you,” I whispered, and he le
t me down onto the floor, but only so that he could abruptly clear my kitchen table and place me on it. It was the closest surface around, so I was good with it. I was still in my little dress that I’d worn on stage, and he reached up my skirt and pulled my panties down my legs, tossing them aside.

  Then I was bare to him, and he drew his fingers over my slick, aroused pussy lips, rubbing over them until he found my clit. Pulsing need throbbed through my whole body, and I pushed my hips shamelessly up toward him, eager to have something, anything, inside of me.

  He didn’t speak at all. He barely made noise, but he was all action. Immediately, he pushed a thick, hot finger inside of me, and I clenched around him. He was rough with me, but as wet as I was, it was exactly what I wanted.

  As I rocked my hips, fucking myself on him, his free hand started to undo his black dress pants. It was incredibly filthy to see how his enormous cock stretched the fabric, which should have been so proper, and I moaned as I wanted him.

  He took his suit jacket off, but his pants, he just opened up, he didn’t take them off. He was too desperate for that, I realized, just like I was. He eased his dick out of the opening, and he was even harder, and much huger, even than I’d thought.

  I clenched, wanting, needing, that inside me. He stroked slowly over himself, and I thrust my hips even faster, trying to get more friction from that one finger inside of me.

  It was a thick finger, but it wasn’t enough. Not when I saw just how huge Liam was. I needed to be stretched, to be filled, to know that I was really and truly alive as I was pounded silly.

  “Liam,” I moaned in frustration, my clit hard and aching, my pussy gushing fluids. I would go insane if I didn’t get more stimulation, and I reached down to play with myself, just as he was doing.

  My fingers found my hard little nub, and I rubbed frantically at it. Little shocks of pleasure went through my body and I hissed softly, meeting Liam’s eyes directly. I wanted to spur him on, to make him take me, and I knew that there weren’t too many men out there who didn’t like watching a woman playing with herself.

  He wasn’t one of the rare ones, either. He growled, and the sound was almost animalistic. It sent a thrill racing through my veins, something close enough to fear to be deeply exciting.

  “Fuck me,” I urged, my slender fingers still dancing over my clit. It felt good, and I knew I could bring myself to orgasm, but I wanted to come clenched around that enormous dick. Nothing else would do.

  His fingers slid into my hair and he gripped the back of my head tightly, taking control of me that way. I tensed up, crying out, so close to release that I could almost see stars, but knowing it would take his touch, his cock, to bring me over.

  He gave it to me.

  Without hesitation, he slid between my legs, and his dick lodged at my slick, hot, wet opening. His blunt head thrust, and I was so damp with desire that it was easy for him to push inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned fervently, and I clutched at his shoulders, holding on for the ride. Dimly, I had to hope that the table would hold up under the assault, because I could tell this was going to be a rough ride.

  Then there was no more thought. There was just pleasure, with just the tiniest bit of pain to make it that much better. Pleasure and fulfilled desire and a delicious sense of fullness.

  I kept working my clit as he pounded me, and just as I’d known would happen, it took only a few demanding thrusts inside my willing body before I was screaming out as pleasure ripped through me. It was only the first orgasm, though. The first of many.

  That cock stretched me open so wide, I couldn’t take any more of it. I was stuffed full, and each thrust inside of me rubbed right against my g-spot.

  I couldn’t have gotten away from the pleasure if I’d wanted to, not with how he kept holding my head, pinning me down onto the table. Luckily, I didn’t want to get away, not for a second. If anything, I was struggling to get closer, to take him deeper, my moans and panting, along with his growls, filling the room with the sound of our union.

  I had gone insane. That was all there was to it. And yet, I couldn’t regret it. Later, maybe, when I wasn’t so needy, but at that moment, I might have killed anyone who tried to stop us.

  The table shook with his frantic thrusts, and I had wondered what it would be like to be pinned down and taken by such a huge man. I knew now, and the sensations racing through my body were addictive.

  I wondered if anyone could ever satisfy me again, and was actually pretty sure that they couldn’t. Not with the energy he put into fucking me.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist so that my clit was trapped against his body. Only then did I slip my fingers away from myself, using his cock and his body, too, to grind against.

  We used each other ruthlessly, and I loved every second of it. Before I knew it, the shuddering, satisfying waves of another orgasm were upon me, and another soon after that. It was like my body couldn’t stop, and I clung to him through all of the pleasure, kissing him fiercely over and over.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, and he pinned me to the table even tighter, so I could barely move, as he shot inside of me. My hungry pussy took all that he could give me, deep, deep inside my body, right up into my womb.

  “Oh God,” I whispered, and it was then that the shame kicked in. What must he think of me? I had acted like such a slut, a little whore for his cock, and that wasn’t normally who I was at all.

  I’d thrown myself at him.

  “This can never happen again,” I told him, as he let me up and I climbed shakily to my feet. I could feel his fluids slipping down my thighs, a vivid reminder of what had just happened, if I’d needed one.

  “No doubt,” he said, his voice impassive. There was no more pleasure in it, no more desire. He’d gotten what he wanted, and I might be angrier if it hadn’t been what I’d wanted, too.

  It was only after I’d arranged my clothing again and checked myself thoroughly in the mirror that I remembered something that we had forgotten to do.

  There had been no talk, not even any thought, of condoms. Not even a nod given to protection. I could still feel his come deep inside of me.

  Still, the chances were pretty small that anything would actually happen, right? I would be freaked out for a few weeks, and then I would be fine. I’d never been so reckless before, and this would give me a good reminder of why it was necessary to be careful.

  * * *

  Less than a week later, the man who had attacked me was out on bail. He, apparently, had no criminal record, so I guess they thought he wasn’t much of a threat. He hadn’t even really hurt me, the reasoning went, so he could be trusted until the case went to trial.

  Which could be months, and probably would be.

  Liam hired backup, and he moved in. He’d been living on my property the whole time, but he moved right into my house, into the room next to mine. So close I could nearly touch him.

  Not that I wanted to. Not that I was going to. But I could.

  Then the creepy notes started, and the cops weren’t able to figure out who was sending them. There were no fingerprints on any of them, and they were always delivered right to my front gate. My cameras caught very little, since whoever delivered them was always careful to hide their features.

  As for Liam, I ignored him utterly. Even more than I had before. I was determined that what had happened between us had been nothing more than temporary insanity, and I had no intention of letting anything like that happen again. Ever.

  Luckily, he seemed to feel the same way, and though he was always around, he left me strictly alone. Which was just fine with me. And I definitely didn’t spend any time looking at his crotch, hoping to see an erection, either.

  It was better if we both just pretended it had never happened. I needed him, obviously, to protect myself. I couldn’t just fire him, not when he was the only one I trusted to keep me safe.

  But I was never, ever going to sleep with him again. I was determined about that.
r />   If only it hadn’t already been too late.

  * * *

  I was in denial about what had happened for a good week. My period was never late, but there was a first time for everything. I’d heard stress could change cycles. Well, I was definitely under stress, with the crazy stalker on the loose.

  Stress could also make me nauseous, right? And tired. So damn tired.

  I had a national tour coming up. I couldn’t afford to be sick. So, finally, I swallowed my pride and went to the doctor. For the visit, I couldn’t stop Liam from coming with me, but I sure the hell kept him outside the exam room. This was something that I was going to want to keep private, I somehow knew that instinctively.