Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “That’s enough,” it was Katy.

  My heart sang out for joy as she pulled Sophie and kissed me in turn. I sucked her tongue and slid my mouth over her soft, yielding lips. Her mouth tasted differently from Sophie’s. Hers had some pristine flavor to it, like lemon candies and fresh strawberries.

  We were still standing, her thin dress clinging to her curvaceous figure as I lifted her clothing and kneaded her breasts and then stroked her cunt.

  “Oh, love me, Al,” she guided my fingers to her pussy like she used to. “Now, do what I told you to.”

  I strummed her crack gently with my fingers, not touching her clit, while I devoured her mouth. Then I slowly placed her on the bed, undressing her as I kissed her neck, shoulders and then breasts. I ran my tongue around her tits, massaged them with my fingers but avoided her nipples. When her nipples were upright and ready, I twirled them in my tongue and sucked them – repeatedly until Katy moaned in pleasure. “That felt good, sooo good,” she muttered.

  Next I kissed her abdomen and the areas between her thighs, sometimes allowing my mouth to wander back to her breasts. She was completely naked now and her half-closed eyes and unintelligible murmurs told me I was doing the right thing.

  I caressed and tongued her moist pussy, careful not to touch her clit. I ran my tongue up and down the lips of her vagina poking my tongue inside her slit every now and then. I was half kneeling, focusing my attention in providing her an oral sex that she would never forget. Be gentle and apply light pressure, I reminded myself.

  Sophie had carefully positioned herself between my legs and had started stroking my dick. She fondled my rock hard penis and sucked it lightly.

  When Katy started squirming and lifting her ass, that was when I flicked her clitoris. She went into spasms as I sucked and nibbled her clit, flicking it with my fingers, in turn.

  “Al, that’s right, hmmmm, that’s right,” she grinded her pussy into my seeking lips. She climaxed after I ran my tongue over her clit again.

  I turned her over and mounted her from behind sliding my huge, turgid organ into her wet cunt, and started humping her.

  “Shit, fuck, harder, Al, HARDER!” she screeched at me, pushing her starved pussy into my raving cock.

  I humped more furiously as her cries aroused me further. Holy Cow, so this is how it feels. Nothing in this world could compare to the sensations that I was experiencing at that moment. My whole body has turned into one atom, steamrolling and gathering speed for that one shot in a lifetime. It was as if my whole life depended on it. I would rather die than stop now, I realized. She was tight and juicy and the friction intensified the sensual vibrations.

  My groin seemed to burst with all the exquisite pleasures the world can offer. Then I withdrew my cock, and then went in deep again, relishing the sweet feeling.

  The dam of my ejaculation burst open and I was carried to the land of endless delights as I trembled in ecstasy, a joy that I had never experienced before.

  And then I climaxed. “I’m cumming,” I groaned as I mashed her boobs behind her back. She cried too simultaneously with me, pushing her ass into my cock as her orgasm overcame her. My body shook for a few minutes before I slumped down on the bed.

  “Mr. Lover Boy, we’re not done yet,” Sophie straddled me and muzzled my flaccid penis. I realized that I was not superman to get my manhood up within seconds, but it started to grow erect anew.

  Patiently, we stroked each other, stoking the flames of passion once more. We groped, sucked and fondled, our body cavorting wildly on the bed. Then we rolled on the carpeted floor, exploring our bodies making use of the sex toys displayed in the room. There was a dildo with a clit stimulator and Katy wanted to try that on me.

  “I’ll do it while you’re pumping Katy,” she disclosed. “I want to feel how a man feels when fucking,” she avowed.

  When my cock was at its full size, I pulled Sophie to her feet and lifted one of her thighs and pushed her against the wall. I penetrated her in a standing position, the walls helping to stabilize her body as I held on to one of her thighs and rammed my rod into her. I’ve often seen that position in movies and I wanted to know how it felt. By then, I became familiar with the saccharine flavor of a cunt-fuck that I welcomed Sophie’s tight, slick cunt squeezing my cock. I thrust my dick hard into her and withdraw it slowly, savoring the tight grip of her cunt. Then I rammed it back harder and up to its hilt that my pubic bone bumped into hers. We grinded our groins together, sucking each other’s lips as the indescribable feelings of sensual self-gratification surfaced.

  “God, God, Al, you’re so big and yummy, oh God, ooooooh,” she moaned and moved with me with the rhythm of my thrusts.

  I went in and out of her, the walls shaking as I rammed my dick into her, ceaselessly, without reprieve and mercy. Her head and body shook as I assailed her continually, groaning in delight at her pure essence.

  Suddenly, I felt Sophie behind my back, caressing me, her dildo hanging from her hips, its tip poking at my thighs.

  I carried Katy back to the bed, and spread-eagled her atop it. I mounted her spreading her thighs wide, and entered her again. Her fingers clawed my back as I continued pumping her, my arms supporting my body. It was like doing my push-ups, but with an add-on feature – getting a good fuck.

  Sophie took advantage of my position and straddled me from behind. She inserted the oiled dildo into my anus very slowly. She knew that I was a virgin both in my dick and in my anus. I stopped pumping Katy as a pain ripped my ass.

  “I . . . don’t think . . . I can . . . do that,” I voiced out my thoughts loudly.

  “No problem,” Katy rescinded. “I’ll just tease your opening,” she assured me.

  I felt a totally different consciousness as Katy played with the opening of my anus. It was strange but I enjoyed it a bit. “Push it in slowly and a little farther,” I encouraged Katy. She was rotating her hips reveling in the clit stimulator.

  “I’m cumming!” Sophie moaned, the black of her eyes disappearing from view. Her hips were raised high as her cunt swallowed my dick up to its hilt. I cursed as my climaxed hovered in the background.

  I felt Katy push her dildo a little bit deeper, adding more lubricant. Then I felt my hole tighten and then I climaxed without warning. Katy was also shaking with her orgasm as she maintained the pressure of the dildo on my anus and rubbed her tits against my back, bending over to give me a love bite.

  The three of us filled the room with our sounds of delight and murmurs of contentment. We were intertwined in each other’s embrace and our bodies were still attached to each other as we rolled on the bed, fully satiated. The odor of our love juices intermingled with our sweat and perfume.

  Katy discarded her dildo and sandwiched me in between them. Katy held on to my semi-hard dick, while Sophie toyed with my balls, happily cupping them in her palms.

  I thanked my lucky stars I had these two marvelous women, who had introduced me to the sensual pleasures that the world can provide. Without them, I would probably remain a jobless virgin in this lifetime.

  Story 70

  “Miranda, you should be studying,” her mother said.

  Miranda sat in the parlor, looking at the crystal balls that were in there. She didn’t want to deal with that sort of crap right now. She was more interested in doing her own thing.

  “No, I don’t want to,” she simply said to her mother.

  Her mother paused, looking at her with a glare.

  “Are you talking back to me?” she told her. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was doing this yet again.

  “Maybe I am, Mom. What are you going to do about it? Bitch me out like last time?” she asked her mother. She was sick of this bitch trying to control everything that she did.

  “Well, maybe if you studied or acted more proper, you would be able to find a fitting husband. I’m sick of you being a freeloading child here,” her mother replied.

  She scoffed. Her mother didn’t seem to give a shit a
bout her, other than marrying her off to some rich fucker. She wanted to do her own thing, and right now she was relaxing. Her mother needed to take a serious chill pill.

  “What are you doing, Miranda? I thought you would go to your room by now?” her father said.

  “Fuck you guys, I’m heading out,” she said to them.

  “But you have to study for school!” her mother said.

  “Whatever. I’m beating this place. You guys are so lame,” she told her parents.

  They grew angry with her, but Miranda flipped them off, hiking her skirt up past her ankles as she headed on out. She was 21 years old, and she was sick of them telling her what to do.

  She went out to the bar to get a couple of drinks, being merry with the other men there. She didn’t feel like she needed to be tied down to her parents. She was an adult, and she was sick of them ruining her time. She couldn’t believe that they still bothered her about that sort of thing. The one thing that she was looking forward to was going back and sleeping after she had a few drinks.

  She drank a bit too much, stumbling back to her parents’ manor. When she got there, her mother was glaring at her.

  “What are you doing?” she said.

  “Fuck off, Mom. I’m heading to bed,” she told her.

  “No, you have chores to do. Remember, you are to collect any other eggs and such at the end of the day. Plus, I thought you would tidy up your room. Why haven’t you done that yet?” she asked her.

  Miranda was growing sick of her mother’s antics. She wanted to just live her own life, not one that was hampered by this crazy woman.

  “Because, Mom, maybe I don’t want to do that shit. I’m an adult, and I’m not going to do it,” she demanded.

  “But you’re supposed to do them in exchange for living here. You know that’s the agreement that we had. You’re an adult, and I can send you away at any time,” her mother admonished.

  Miranda didn’t believe her. She knew that mother was a total pussy when it came to that sort of thing, and she doubted that her mother would even have the guts to send her off anywhere. Maybe to some military school, but even then they usually didn’t allow girls into there.

  “I would like to see you try, Mother. But screw this noise, I’m going to bed,” she told her.

  “You’re going to regret everything that you’ve been doing Miranda. I know that you’re an adult, but you’re going to learn your lesson the hard way, and I’m sure you’re not going to like it,” she told her daughter.

  The only response her mother got from Miranda was Miranda flipping the bird to her. She was so tired of her mother holding her back. Her Dad would try to pull the same shit, but she would talk back to him and that should shut him up. She didn’t believe that her parents would even bother to do this sort of thing, rather she just assumed that they were doing this to intimidate her. It pissed her off, and she knew deep down that she wasn’t going to really get punished by them.

  But little did she know, that her mother was already making plans with Duke Travis Willington. He was a Duke that lived nearby, a reclusive man who rarely got out, but he was looking for female companionship. He wanted a new maid to work for him, and she thought about sending her daughter to work for the man. That night, she went to her husband and sat at the table in the study, both of them pursed and worried.

  “What do you suppose we do? She needs to learn some manners. Nobody is going to be interested in a woman who is like that,” he told her.

  “Indeed. I think the Duke might be the best option. I’m sure that it was going to be a wakeup call for her, but she needs it. I’m sick of her treating the family like dirt, and I think it might be for the best,” she told him.

  “Then let’s do it. Let me make the arrangements with the Duke, and we can send her immediately,” he said.

  They agreed on this, both of them tacitly doing all of this behind Miranda’s back. Three days later, Miranda got back to the house, only to find a couple of suitcases stuffed in the doorway. She got closer, and she realized it was her things.

  “What the hell is this?” she said.

  She stepped inside, but that’s when she noticed the third figure in the sitting room. It was a man, about twenty year her senior with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She blushed, immediately thinking about how cute he was. It was definitely something that she didn’t mind, and to a degree, she kind of enjoyed the way he looked at her with a dark glance.

  “What the hell is this?” she asked her parents.

  “We’re sending you off to work for Duke Travis here. He’s looking for a house maid, and we figured this would be perfect for you,” her mother said.

  “But I don’t want to work as a stupid maid mother!” she cried out.

  “I know you don’t, but you know what I don’t want to hear more of? You whining and being rude to us. We’re sick of it, and we warned you that we would take matters into our own hands if you didn’t knock it off. Now is the time, and you’re going to get it,” her mother said.

  She was serious about this, and Miranda was already growing angry. Travis looked at her with a dark stare.

  “I take it you’re not excited to work with me,” he said grimly.

  “Bullshit, I’m sick of this crap,” she said.

  “Well, you have no choice, Miranda. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about manners once you work for him,” her father said.

  Miranda wanted to fight this, but soon they pushed her out the door and into the carriage where Travis was. He just smiled, and Miranda partially wanted to punch him in the face, partially wanted to get to know him better. It bothered her how attractive he was, but at the same time, she was also pissed off about the situation she was in. As the carriage took off, she realized what was going on, and she also knew that at this point, she didn’t have a damn choice. She was stick with this Duke, and for how long she didn’t really know.

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  When they got to the Duke’s place, he stepped out, still silence. She got out, pointing to the carriage where the suitcases were. His driver was already inside, but Travis just shrugged.

  “Those are yours. You’re supposed to take them,” he said.

  “That’s crap. I have other people take it for me,” she told him.

  “I don’t care. Either take your crap or walk around my home naked,” he said.

  When he said those words, a part of her felt the sting of it immediately, and she couldn’t help but find it kind of hurtful. But at the same time, even though she thought what this man had said was piggish, she didn’t mind the idea of walking around the house naked. Maybe that would help soften him up. Or in some areas, harden him up.

  “Whatever,” she said. She would try her tactics out later. She wanted to have this man take her, but at the same time, she wanted to keep things pretty tame for now.

  When she got inside, he led her upstairs. There was a simple room, but on the bed was a uniform.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Your uniform. Get up at nine every single morning, and you can then start the chores. I know that you’ll be able to do so, or else I’ll punish you,” he said.

  “Yeah right, like you would punish me,” she said.

  He glared at her with a dark look, moving closer to her.

  “Listen, you little cunt, do you think I’m joking? You’re going to learn some respect, even if I have to teach you it the hard way.” he said in a chilling tone.

  She looked at him, a part of her frustrated by how attractive he was, but at the same time irritated by how annoying he was as well. She shrugged, getting away from him and sighing.

  “Whatever, man. I’m not going to fight,” she said.

  “I suggest you don’t, or else you’ll learn your lesson,” he told her.

  She nodded, getting ready for bed as he slipped out the doorway. She couldn’t help but think about what sorts of things this man would do to her, and at the same time, she could feel her pussy growing wet with desi
re.

  A part of her wanted to be treated roughly by this man, to be disciplined in his own unique way. But she also didn’t want to give him that satisfaction right away, and she wanted him to work for it. Whatever, she would wait for the right moment to strike, and when it did happen, she would certainly do whatever it took.

  The next morning, she didn’t wake up at the right time. She then felt someone come in, and when she heard the click, the figure slipped near her, pulling the covers off her body. She then felt him pull her nightgown up, and when he did, she cried out. Then, his hand made contact with her backside, and soon she screamed out.