50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (23 page)

Lester felt a small hand on his penis and looked down into a set of liquid brown eyes in the head of an exceptionally beautiful girl just out of high school. Watching him closely, she dipped her head to his swollen cock, her lips parted and her hot breath sending chills through his body.  “Is that your wife in the middle of all those boys?” she asked.  Lester nodded.  “You’re not afraid she will leave you for one of those pretty boys?” she smiled as if she knew his answer already.  He shook his head no.  “I like that in a man,” she said as she put her sweet mouth around his rigid cock.  Lester couldn’t hear her catlike purr of pleasure as she sucked him, but he could feel it all the way to his spine.  Without taking her mouth from him, she slowly helped him to strip away her clothes.  When all that was left on her was wadded up around her neck, she took her mouth off him and crawled up into his lap.

She raised her arms high and slipped the wadded remainder over her head at the same time her incredibly tight pussy closed around his cock.  She nestled her head into the hollow of his neck and began to fuck him with a gentle rocking motion. Her body fitted tightly against his, their bodies slick with sweat. The humming or purring, whichever it was, never stopped.

Vivian’s disappointment at Bonnie’s good fortune soon gave way to rampant desire as she felt a rather small cock nuzzling against the tight ring of her ass.  Before she could warn him to go slowly she felt the thin cock slip inside her, and narrow or not, her ass felt pleasantly stuffed and there was a minimal amount of pain.  Before she could shriek out her pleasure, the cock in her mouth began to spit its treasure over her tongue and she was too busy swallowing to acknowledge the pleasure she felt.

The two policemen, their uniforms neat and pressed, their shoes shined brightly, and their hair cut neatly stood in the parking lot above the sandy beach looking down at the now nearly all nude melee below them. The older one looked at the younger one and shook his head.  “We’ve got three choices son.  We can go down into the naked heat on that beach and arrest every fuckin’ one of ‘em…that’s what we
should
do.  We can go down into the naked heat on that beach and get naked with them and fuck until we get caught or get too tired to fuck any more.  That’s what I’d
like
to do. The last option we got,” the old cop sighed, “is to sit up here above the naked heat on that beach and hope that one or two a them nekkid chicks overflows up here with their mouths open an’ their legs wide an beggin’ for some cock an’ take pity on our poor unfortunate souls…hopin’ against hope some righteous citizen don’t call an’ complain that junior got a eyeful a titties on this here sinful and licentious stretch a happiness.”  He sighed and lit a cigarette under the disapproving glare of the recent Academy graduate beside him.

“Which one are we going to do, sir?” the young cop asked.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
the older cop thought,
I wonder if he’s realized that even the county lock up ain’t big enough to hold all a them nekkid critters?
“I’m pickin’ the third option,” the old cop said, squeezing his own erection and watching a tiny dark girl riding the lap of some lucky bastard as old as he was.

The young cop sighed and acted impatient, but inwardly he was gratified that they could stay and watch the fun.

SYNOPSIS:

Edie has it all, including the world’s most perfect husband. The only flaw in his otherwise perfect character is that he doesn’t have that command presence, that hint of the bad boy that every woman needs no matter how much she denies it.  The need varies from woman to woman, but Dylan’s total lack has denied her much of the pleasure her sex life should have been filled with.  Everything changes when she finally hears the words she has longed for.  “Surrender to me…”

Edie Foster loved her husband.  He was solid, dependable, handsome as hell with his muscular good looks and his lean, hard body…but he was so easygoing and even tempered that sometimes he was, well, just too
good
for her.  She loved the feel of his smooth skin against hers, the feel of his perfect lips as he kissed her lips and breasts.  The feel of his long thick cock never failed to make her cum. As soon as she told him to stop doing whatever he was doing and fuck her, he always complied immediately. And therein lay the problem.

When she regarded her private feelings about her relationship, she felt like a true fool.  When she confided inCeleste, her very closest friend in all the world, she had been chided and laughed at.  “What are you Edie?  Are you nuts?  You have the most perfect and beautiful man in the world, a guy who will do anything to make you happy, and you’re unhappy with him?” There was no help from her best friend. Or her mother.

After years of hiding her admittedly minor problem with her husband, Edie decided to accept the fact that she was a fortunate woman and let it go at that.  She could indulge her fantasies through books and movies and the internet, masturbating in private when Dylan was not at home.  She didn’t notice, but Dylan did, that her performance and enjoyment in their marriage bed, seemed to fall off a bit and their sex became lackluster.  He tried everything he knew to satisfy her, but nothing seemed to get her fired up.  The sex was still good, but it was flat, and to Dylan, unsatisfying.

As with most people whose problems are not crises or decisions concerning life or death, this minor problem began to loom large in Dylan’s mind.  Soon he was stopping off for a single beer at a local watering hole every night.  It was at the watering hole that Celeste found him one evening, staring morosely at his beer.  She hugged him, as she always did the husband of her best friend, and asked him what was wrong.  His noncommittal answer told her that there was something seriously bothering him, and she immediately sat down and asked him to order her a drink. It took some probing, and the consumption of two Bushmill’s martinis (a peculiarity of his that she had learned over the years) before she pried the answer out of him.  He had no more than uttered the first words of his problem before she recognized the problem and started formulating a solution.  She let him keep talking until he was finished, because she had worked so hard to get him to open up.  When he was through, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small pocket sized notebook that she kept for making notes or lists.  She scribbled out the name of a popular book and its author and pushed it towards him.

“Dylan, go and buy this book tomorrow and read it.  Do not take it home and do not let Edie see it.  This is very important honey,  I mean it.  If you read this book you will understand some things about Edie that you’ve never known.  I won’t violate a confidence by blabbing to you, but take my word for it,
this book will solve your problems!
”   Dylan stared at her for a long moment, and then he got up and made his way home.  He was skeptical that any book would contain an answer t his real problems, but he was getting desperate.

He bought the book the next morning, and then locked himself in his office and began to read.  After the first hour he slammed the book down in a drawer and closed it.  “Bullshit!”  He muttered.  At lunch, he called Celeste.  “You’ve got to be kidding me!” he said.

“Dylan,” Celeste said, “You’ve known me for years and you know that I love Edie like a sister.  Would I do anything to hurt her.” The silence on the other end of the line gave her the answer she needed.  “Read the book Dylan.”  She hung up.

He was not a fast reader, and it took him two full days at work to finish.  He was still skeptical about this stuff working on Edie.  When he finished the book he did some research on his own on the internet, and he was much relieved that some of the stereotypical behavior of doms was not a true picture.  He didn’t have to be an asshole at all.  He could still treasure and spoil his wife, he simply had to deny her some of the things she asked for to please her.  He had a lot to learn about teasing and the nature of women, but who didn’t? It was another week and a half before he tried any of what he had learned.

On the following Friday night he got home and found Edie wearing a little black dress, urging him to shower and change so that they could go out for dinner.  “No,” he said calmly, sitting down on his recliner and loosening his tie.  Edie froze, certain she had not just heard stolid, reliable Dylan tell her “no!”

She stared at him, her hands on her hips.  “Turn around,” Dylan spoke evenly and quietly, though there was no mistaking the command in his voice.  Feeling a flutter deep in her belly, Edie did as she was told. “Take the dress off,” he ordered.  She started to speak, but Dylan got an odd look in his eyes and she closed her mouth quickly, fumbling at the buttons of her little black dress.  She started to go to their room to hang it up, but he stopped her with a gesture.  “Put it on the sofa,” he said in the same quiet voice. There was steel in Dylan’s voice that had never been there before, and she wasn’t at all sure where it had come from, and it frightened her a little.  But it excited her more.

She stood in front of him with her hands clasped behind her back like a little girl as he stared at her, as if she were a possession…a treasured possession to be sure, but there was
ownership
in his eyes that was irresistible.  “The bra,” he said and gestured with a finger.  He wanted to smile as he watched her do that double jointed female thing as she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra.  When it came off she tossed it on the sofa on top of her dress and stood proudly in front of him, her small firm breasts thrust forward for him to admire. There was no change in expression on his face as he leaned forward and caressed one of them.  His thumb and forefinger stopped on her nipple, causing it to swell.  Gazing into her smoky gray eyes, he squeezed. It got a response from her, but apparently not the one he wanted.  She had always begged him to squeeze her nipples harder, but he had been leery of hurting her.  This time he increased the pressure significantly, and a gasp escaped her lips as she felt more of what she truly desired.  He noticed her gasp and increased the pressure again.  He watched for signs of pain but he saw only a smoldering heat building.  He squeezed harder, until tears came to her eyes, but the look in them was adoring.

“The panties,” he said, leaning back in his chair.  She hurried to obey this order, the new Dylan filling her with need, and the desire to have him inside her.  Standing before him, he could see the full naked length of her.  The auburn hair so dark it sometimes seemed a dark brown, the high cheekbones and the wide generous mouth adorned with lush, kissable lips.  He observed her sleek sculptured neck and shoulders, her hard flat belly, and the soft swell of her hips down to her elegant legs and dainty feet.  His gaze moved back up to her pubic mound, that lush growth of curly dark auburn hair.  “Go to the bathroom and shave that off,” he commanded.  Edie ran to the bathroom to do as he told her.  Her pussy was soaked.

When she returned, clean shaven and smooth as a baby’s ass, Dylan was hanging up the telephone.  She stepped close to him so he could run his fingers over the new smoothness, and she shivered as his soft touch raised goosebumps on her bare skin. The moisture from her pussy was evidence of her arousal.

Dylan instructed her in the proper waiting position of the subbie, on her knees with her legs spread wide, her spine erect, her ass resting on her calves, and her hands clasped behind her back.  Her eyes looked down at the floor.  “Touch yourself,” Dylan commanded.  Edie was beside herself with joy.  Dylan was reclining comfortably in his chair and he was ordering her to pleasure herself, for
his
pleasure.  Edie felt free in her compliance.  The old restrictions of her life were gone, the invisible chains and shackles of a Victorian society cast aside like so much chaff, insignificant of her master’s will. 
Master
she thought, acknowledging the idea for the first time and accepting it.  She hoped he could carry on the charade for a long time, she had waited unknowing for this her whole life. Her fingers went straight to her blood engorged clit, gasping at the electric contact.  She was barely able to keep herself from cumming as her now wet fingers swam in the moistness between her legs.

Her excited reverie was broken by the sound of the doorbell.  Edie looked up in alarm and looked around for anything at all to cover her nakedness.  “Answer the door,” Dylan ordered.  She reached for the tiny black dress, but Dylan leaned forward and put his hand on the dress.  “Answer the door,” he ordered again. 

Edie looked incredulously at her husband. “But I’m naked,” she objected. 

“Surrender to me!” Dylan ordered, and this time there was a hint of anger in his face.  Edie could have sworn for a moment that he was going to spank her, and the realization sent such a rush of heat through her loins that her stomach convulsed and she came in a gush of agonized pleasure.  She was still trying to regain her composure when she meekly opened the door, having no idea who was outside.  It was Celeste.

Celeste gave no indication that she was surprised at Edie’s nudity, and entered the living room with a smug, self satisfied look on her face and crossed to the sofa to sit by Edie’s little black dress.  Edie came back and knelt at Dylan’s feet.  “That’s a good slave,” Dylan said, pride and pleasure in his voice.  Though her face was flushed with embarrassment to be seen this way by her best friend, inside she was glowing at the pride and pleasure in Dylan’s voice…it was worth every bit of embarrassment she had to endure.

“Get  up little one,” he said in a gentle voice, “and welcome our guest properly.”  Edie stood conscious of her nudity but leaning over to hug Celeste and kiss her cheek.  “No,” Dylan said, “I said properly.  Kiss her on the lips my darling.”  Wordlessly, and still blushing, Edie brushed her lips against Celeste’s soft full lips.  It was a gentle, friendly kiss at first, but it quickly changed to something different.  Celeste responded to the kiss as a lover would.  A kiss between the two was nothing new, they had practiced kissing as girls so that they would be ready for dating.  This, however, was something different.  Celeste was obviously aroused, and so, Edie found to her consternation, was she. Slowly she sat down on Celeste’s lap and began to kiss her in earnest, and when Celeste’s hand moved to her bare breast Edie’s only reaction was to quietly urge her to squeeze the nipple harder.

Dylan watched with obvious pleasure as his hopes were realized.  “Get up,”he ordered brusquely.  Edie got up, her arousal evident in the hardness of her nipples and her clenched fingers.  Dylan motioned for Celeste to come sit in his lap, and Celeste did as he asked with no questions.  Edie felt a sharp pang of jealousy as Celeste’s curvaceous ass covered the erection evident in Dylan’s pants.

“Kneel here,” Dylan commanded, indicating the spot directly between his knees.  Edie did as she was told, but she had to part Celeste’s thighs in order to sit where Dylan had commanded.  She tried to avert her eyes, but she could see the delicate white sheer panties Celeste was wearing, and the faint musky scent of Celeste’s pussy filled her nostrils.  Suddenly Edie was faint with desire to get closer to the damp spot between her best friend’s legs.  Everything was going so fast!

“Put your hands beneath her skirt and lift it to her waist,” Dylan whispered in a soft, lust filled voice.  As if she was a robot, Edie’s hands lifted the light skirt and Celeste’s slim hips were clearly exposed.  With a moan of raging desire, Edie buried her face between Celeste’s open legs, lapping at the damp and heady spot there.  Dylan reached down and snatched the panties from Celeste’s pussy.  Edie was lapping furiously at the slick lips of Celeste’s pussy when Dylan’s cock sprang up in front of her face, slapping hard against the swollen lips and clit of her best friend.  Edie began to lick and suck at them both equally.