Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  Glenn wanted more, but he also wanted to surprise her. When Danny pulled back, she was soon down in the chair. He started to vigorously fuck her, his body aching for more, and his cock throbbing with need. It was then, after a couple of thrusts, he began to push himself in, and then out.

  He then spilled his seed all over her face, the white ribbons shooting directly onto her, covering her with the hot liquid. Karen was shocked, and she wished she got some warning, but at the same time, she felt happy to have this. She eagerly accepted the cum, feeling it completely coat her face. It was then when the man pulled back, looking at Danny with a smile.

  “Seems like she likes it,” he told Danny.

  “No shit. I mean look at her. She’s a total slut,” he told her.

  She smiled, knowing full well that yes, she is a slut, but these two definitely wanted more of this. She sat there for a bit, trying to get herself moving, but for now, she felt completely satisfied. She wanted more though, her body aching for more fun from this man, and it was obvious that this was definitely getting even better with time, and her body ached for more from both of them.

  Chapter Three

  There was one thing that Karen wondered as she laid there with the cum all over her body: did she get the promotion? She hoped that she did, for she did work pretty damn hard. It was obvious that she loved the sensation of this, but she also did partially do it in order to get the promotion. She then looked over at the guys, both of them staring at her with smiles on their faces.

  “Finally wake up there princess?” Danny asked.

  “Yeah. That was just...wow,” she told them.

  “I knew you’d enjoy it. I didn’t expect things to go that way,” Danny said.

  “Yeah well, I really wanted the promotion, and I took it as a time to try things,” she told them.

  “I see. Well, I'm glad about that. I certainly had a lot of fun. However, Glen here is pretty surprised by everything that happened, and he’s definitely quite tired,” he said.

  She looked over at Glenn, who was sleeping in his chair, his cock still out and left in the open.

  “Shit, you two don’t have meetings or anything, right?” she asked.

  “Oh god no. I don’t schedule most meetings. I prefer to do those outside of the office too. I knew Steve came in but...he’s not getting the promotion,” he said.

  Karen looked at him with slight surprise, unsure of what that meant for her. Did she do it? Or did she do all of this for nothing, and she was basically fucked.

  “So what does this mean?” she asked.

  “Let’s wait for sleeping beauty over there to wake up, and then I’ll tell you,” he explained.

  She laughed, but then she nodded. “Fine by me,” she said.

  She asked where his bathroom was, and he pointed to the small little space nearby. She went in there, taking a piss and then getting herself together so that she looked kind of presentable. She then looked around, noticing full well that she was alone. She couldn’t believe what she did, and there was something in her mind that told her that this was the best thing for her to do.

  Normally, she never dared take risks such as this. This was something that she normally would never try, at least not on the job. But they were both so hot, and she enjoyed taking their virginity. She just hoped that she made the right decision with this. After she finished getting ready, she went back there, looking normal.

  “You cleaned up well,” he said.

  “Yeah well, you got to. I mean, I have to go back out there, and I wonder if people are looking for me,” she said.

  “I told a lie, saying that you were meeting with an associate of ours today and then had to report back for an extensive meeting,” Danny said., smirking.

  “Damn you saved my ass,” she said.

  “Well, I do have to do something. I mean, it’s the least I could do,” he said. with a purr.

  She blushed, but she waited for Glen to wake up. After what seemed to be forever, he finally did.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “You good man?” Danny asked.

  “Yeah. Just never thought my first time would be with a hot milf in a threesome with my best friend,” he said to the other.

  “Yeah well, you can thank Karen here for that,” he teased.

  Karen blushed, but then, she felt the urge to ask them the one question she’d been waiting for, the one that had been bothering her the entire time.

  “So what does this mean for me? I mean, I wanted to fuck both of you, at least to help climb the corporate ladder. And I wanted to have a bit of fun too. So what does that mean for me?” she asked them.

  She had no idea, but then, as she saw the smile on Danny’s face, he then turned to Glen.

  “Well, what do you think? She could be our personal secretary, and continue to do what she did for us today each and every single day, and get a pay raise that she never thought she would get before, or maybe we should just not do that,” he teased.

  “I am all for keeping her,” Danny said, eyeing her body.

  She blushed, realizing what was about to happen to her. She felt excited for whatever would happen next.

  “So I got the promotion, right?” she asked.

  “Yes, if you’d both take care of us along the way sometimes,” Danny said.

  She would love that. She was a hungry milf, always on the quest for cock, so it definitely wasn’t something she’d say no to.

  “I definitely wouldn’t mind that,” she told them.

  Both of the men smiled at her, each of them taking a moment to give her a kiss on the cheek. She definitely was excited for this new promotion.

  They agreed to let her start on Monday, so she could finish up her duties that she had currently. She then walked out of there, seeing that Steve was nearby. He was about to walk to the door, when she smiled.

  “Don’t worry about that,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  She smiled at him and then spoke.

  “They already have someone chosen for the promotion,” she said with a wicked glance.

  He looked at her with confusion, and she soon walked away. When she got back to her desk, she felt like she was shaking in excitement.

  So not only was she about to work under these guys, but she would be under them in other ways too. The excitement of that seemed to push through her body, making her shiver with delight at the notion of this. She definitely was ready for whatever would happen next, and for Karen, she knew that she would continue to be a milf that was ready for hot action, and she would give these men exactly what they wanted.

  Steve didn’t even bother to try again. He learned his lesson. But for Karen, she felt like she was ready for action, and when Monday came, and she got her shit all moved to the new cubicle, she certainly didn’t stop at anything. She then finished everything up, and when she got inside there, both of them came to her.

  “We definitely want to see you at some point today for a little bit of extra fun,” Glen said.

  She smiled in a wicked manner, excited about that. Oh she would do it all right, and she would certainly enjoy this. She couldn’t wait for the moment when she would manage to do something fun like this, and she got to have the fun that she desired. Both of these men aroused her, and she was excited to finally use her wiles to climb the corporate ladder.

  Story 56

  CHAPTER 1:

  The vicarage lay hushed and quiet all around her and Clarissa paused, her ears tuned for the quiet footfall that would signal her pale and stern father was approaching.

  But of course he wouldn’t be approaching, not now or ever again. He’d died and he’d left her both penniless and orphaned, and entirely without prospects as well.

  The vicarage would have to be turned over soon, and Clarissa was terrified. She’d spent her entire life in the gloomy parish, perched neatly between the coal mines and the rolling, but entirely barren hills. She too had been perched neatly between two things. Her
position as the vicar’s daughter meant she could not befriend those in town as they were beneath her socially, and it also meant she was too lowly for those who lived beyond the last stark hill in their tall mansions set neatly on long rolling lawns.

  She was neither laborer nor one who had a life of ease. She fit in nowhere and her father’s sudden death had taken her wholly by surprise and jolted her out of the safe, if dreary, day-today of her existence.

  She’d spent the last two weeks trying to find a position somewhere nearby. At first she’d tried for a governess position. She was well-educated after all. But nobody knew anyone in need of a governess. She’d inquired at the houses of the lord who loved beyond the hills and in the houses of the overseers of the mines as well because she had known that they alone would or could afford a governess.

  When that had failed she’d tried for a house position. She knew how to keep house; certainly, she’d been responsible for the entire vicarage since her mother had died six years before.

  Only nobody had need of her for that either.

  Clarissa, who was known to be sassy and pert, unwelcome qualities in any woman, knew that it was likely not her qualifications that kept her from a position but that reputation. She wished, fervently, that she could simply go back in time and be far more sedate and polite but that too was impossible.

  She’d been desperate and crushed, and things had gotten even worse when she had received a note from the Lord, whose wealth depended on those mines, stating that a new vicar and his family would be coming to take up residence within a fortnight.

  Out of a sense of duty to the new arrivals she’d set out to clean the place thoroughly in order to allow them to have it in good condition. She also hoped the hard work would help her to keep herself occupied as she tried to think of what to do next.

  After she was done cleaning and had taken inventory of everything that did not stay with the vicarage she sold every bit of furniture that her father and mother had accumulated, even the stove although its loss left her shivering with cold during the chilly nights and forced her to cook on the open hearth. She counted every penny and scraped together all the money left from the last month of her father’s wages and then she’d sold every bit of butter she could churn and cheese she could form before she finally sold the cow as well.

  The money was not enough, and she knew that because while her father had been a brilliant orator he’d been utterly unable to manage a single bookkeeping or housekeeping task. He would order more candles than anyone could use and forget they needed groceries. He’d neglect to pay the butcher and order a new altar cloth from a woman known for her shoddy stitches.

  Clarissa had done all of that after it became apparent he would spend them into a misery of too many napkins and no bread, and so she knew exactly how far the money would stretch.

  Not very far at all.

  She had a letter of recommendation from the lord, and from a kindly parishioner. She had the scant amount of money and two valises filled with her plain and somber clothing.

  And absolutely nowhere to go.

  She’d considered going to London to try to find a position, and she was certain that that was her only hope. There nobody would know she was known for being sassy and proud. She could change her ways, mute her natural pertness, and find a position that would give her a roof over her head and food, and wages. She could think of a better plan later, after those things were taken care of and she was no longer so harried or frightened.

  There was a loud and imperious rap at the front door. Clarissa clutched her collar together at her slender throat, her whole body shaking. The new vicar then, come earlier than planned.

  Her heart knocking in her chest she went to the door and opened it to see the postman standing there, his cap pulled down to protect his face from the rain spitting from the sullen sky.

  She swallowed hard. “Yes?”

  Her voice echoed through the mostly-emptied rooms, making her shiver.

  He thrust a letter at her, “Here, this be yours. Came early yesterday but the rain kept me from making my rounds.”

  She nodded. “Thank you. Very much.”

  Her hands shook as she took the missive. It was encased in a crisp and thick envelope. Very good quality. The writing was crisp and concise, and the ink black and heavy. She closed the door and stared down at it. She knew nobody in the corner of the country it had come from and she frowned as she broke the red wax seal in the back of the envelope and pulled out a single and equally thick and fine sheet of paper.

  Dear Miss Clarissa Banks,

  I am your father’s family solicitor. Your father, as you know, was the second son of Mr. Paul Banks and it was his eldest son Roger who inherited the home and grounds when Mister Banks passed away many years ago.

  Your father has steadfastly refused to return to the home, citing his duty to his parishioners as just cause, and the home has been maintained by an overseer by the name of Reynolds in the absence of family. Reynolds does not live on the property as his business affairs take him away frequently but he is capable and has ensured that the place has been well-kept in the family’s absence. The caretaker hired by Reynolds is due to depart at the end of this month however, so a new one must be appointed, or you will need to care for the necessary things yourself until one can be found.

  I have been notified of your father’s passing, as your father had instructed me to do in case of his demise, and so am writing you to make clear that you are now the sole owner and heir of the estate, which is small in grounds but the house itself is large.

  There is little in the way of money but there is livestock and gardens, all taken care of in the interim, and one could live there comfortably for quite some time.

  The keys are to be handed over upon your arrival at the house. You will be met by the overseer Reynolds at the train station. He is currently journeying through the country on business affairs of his own but should arrive back in time to meet you.

  The train runs from the town not far from your father’s parish to the town set just below the house and grounds. I assume Reynolds will see to your transportation from that station to the house but you must make your own arrangements to board and arrive.

  I am enclosing a small amount of money within to assure you of the fare.

  Sincerely,

  L. Banister

  Clarissa’s breath caught. Surely she was dreaming!

  She’d known, of course, that her father came from a genteel, if slightly impoverished family, and that as was usual his older brother had inherited everything while her father had to make his own way in the world.

  She’d also known that he had come from the rolling green hills and the wild, rugged coasts far to the other side of the country, as had her mother—who’s been a governess before she’d married.

  This letter was the answer to her prayers. The money she had managed to acquire would see her through for a short while, and if there was any money with the estate, small sum or no, she could survive. She was used to thrift, after all, and hard work.

  She most certainly could not afford a caretaker for the place but if there were, as the letter said, gardens and livestock that had been properly cared for she could manage to keep them up on her own.

  The caretaker was leaving at the end of the month. That was in just a few days time. She had to leave the vicarage tomorrow, and there was a train tomorrow as well. The journey would take several days but she should be able to arrive just as the caretaker left, barring delays.

  She was already packed as the new residents were arriving and she had meant to go down to the village today to purchase her train ticket, and she had been putting that off in the hopes of earning just slightly more prior to her departure. The fare enclosed was a boon. She fingered the notes with a frown, there would be enough for the fare and she could use her own money for something else she would need later.

  Now that she knew she had a place she had so much to do! There were grape seedlings s
he had meant to leave, and small and tender plantings she had nursed into life that she would like to take now that she knew she would have a place to plant them.

  The books of her father’s that she had meant to leave must go too, but adding those things would mean taking along the heavy trunk she had also meant to leave behind.

  She hurriedly grabbed her reticule and headed for the door. She had to get to the village’s small train stop to buy a ticket to her new destination. That train was always heavily crowded and if she didn’t get there in time today to purchase a ticket she might not have a seat available to her.

  As she opened the door she was assaulted by the sight of the smoke-ringed village and the filthy coal being brought up from the mines. And it hit her.

  She was free!

  She was free of all of it. The mines, the need to curb her pert tongue, the rules and strict life her father had imposed upon her and that she had chafed under so terribly. From then on out she would keep her own house and do whatever she wanted with nobody to tell her otherwise!

  Smiling and happy she raced toward the village and the train station.

  CHAPTER 2