55 Erotic Sex Stories (11 page)

With the material loose, I had free reign over her pussy. I reached back around her ass and rubbed her pussy lips. They were warm and dripping wet, and as I played with them her juices started to lubricate my fingers. I extended my chunky middle finger and slid it in between her labia, penetrating her vagina as she groaned with my cock wedged in her mouth. I pushed it in and out repeatedly, going deeper and deeper until it was knuckle-deep. I added a second finger and she went wild, breathing heavily and moaning with gratification. I massaged her asshole with my thumb as I fingered her. The sound of her pussy squelching around my fingers was making me extremely horny, and as I sped up my insertions I could tell she felt the same way. Suddenly she stopped sucking me and got up, looking around to see if anyone was around. “We’re all alone” I said, reassuring her. She grinned playfully and slipped her shorts down her legs. I looked at her little pink thong for a moment and started to rub her pussy through it as she faced me. She smiled again and then gripped the sides of her underwear, allowing them to drop down her legs too. She had a little tuft of pubic hair just above her pussy but was otherwise completely smooth. I rubbed and played with her pussy for a little while as she leaned over to suck my cock some more. With my other hand I felt underneath her chest and groped at her breasts, which were still concealed by her shirt and bra.

She tossed her leg over my lap and straddled me with her back to the steering wheel. I placed my hands on her breasts and squeezed them while she positioned herself over my cock. It felt so terribly wrong, and yet so utterly right at the same time. I ran my hands over her bare hips, her ass and then down her legs, feeling her soft, warm skin as she lowered her body down onto my cock. It split her tight labia wide open as she struggled to penetrate herself on it. She coated the head of my huge cock in her slimy juices and tried again, and again, each time managing to fit another inch of it inside her. With each penetration she let out a sigh, as if she was playing with the flame of a candle with her finger. Finally the underside of her thighs began to slap against mine and she started to ride me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled at me, looking deep into my eyes with a longing gaze with her mouth agape. She groaned and kept repeating “Oh yeah!” amongst various other expletives. She closed her eyes and rode faster, slamming the weight of her tiny body down onto my cock as it split her open. I watched as her pussy lips swallowed my penis whole time and time again, spreading her filthy juices all over it. She rode even harder, and placed her head on my neck as she gently bit my shoulder to keep herself from screaming. She was already yelping quite loudly and we didn’t want to alert the residents of the area. I could hear and feel her hot breath on my skin, and the smell of her perfume was wafting straight into my nose with every thrust she made. I grabbed her ass and the enjoyed the silky feeling of her skin running over my fingers.

She slowed down and came to a stop, and then lifted herself off my cock. She giggled as she struggled to turn around, but finally managed to exchange her legs to the opposite sides. Now facing the steering wheel she lowered herself back down onto my cock and continued to ride me. She leaned back against my chest as she ground her ass on my lap, enjoying every drop of pleasure she could squeeze from my dick. I folded my arms around her chest and fondled her breasts again as I kissed her neck. The sound of her sensual breathing was sending me wild with lust. I slipped my hand up her shirt and peeled her bra down to give me access to her tits. She finally took the message and, after another quick survey of the surroundings, removed her t-shirt. I quickly unhooked her bra and she took it off her arms. She was naked and I could touch any part of her that I wanted. As she kept riding on my cock I moved one hand down to her crotch and began to circle my finger around her clit. With the other hand I continued to grope her tits, cupping them and delicately pinching her firm nipples. She was going wild with all the stimulation, yelping and swearing as she rode me.

I tapped her shoulder and she turned around. “I wanna fuck you from behind” I said as she tried to catch her breath. She nodded, and climbed between the front seats into the back of the car. I followed, struggling through the gap onto the seat. She knelt on all fours with her ass in the air, and I positioned myself behind her. She backed up eagerly, and I wasted no time in sliding my dick deep inside her pussy. I watched her asshole expand as my cock spread her pussy wide open. I began to thrust into her, slapping my balls against her clit as I fucked her. Her tiny legs were quivering. She was watching me in the reflection in the car window as I pounded her pussy, gradually forcing her body forward inch by inch with each powerful thrust that I slammed into her. I ran my thumb over her asshole again, playing with it and spreading her ass cheeks wide open to make it open up a little. The dark red flesh inside looked so fucking hot, and I desperately wanted to sodomise her. “Go on then!” she said, “Just one finger though!”. I spat on my middle finger and wiped it over her anus, making sure it was extremely slippery before sliding it inside her ass. I pushed it in a fraction at a time, not wanting to hurt her. She seemed to get off on it though, so I kept going. I slid it in deep and started to pull it in and out in rapid succession as I watched the soft wrinkles of her ass gripping my finger.

She started to scream with ecstasy and her back arched up slightly as my cock rubbed on her g-spot. She stopped breathing for a moment and then unleashed a piercing groan as she climaxed. I kept fucking her, taking my finger out of her ass to grab hold of her hips. I slammed my dick into her moist, stretched pussy as hard as I could and her orgasm seemed to last for an eternity. This final charge of sexual energy sent me over the edge and I started to cum as well. As she relaxed her forehead down on the seat I took my dick out of her pussy and jerked it for a brief moment, before unloading my hot, milky semen all over her ass cheeks. It dripped down her crack, over her anus, her pussy, and finally down the back of her trembling thighs. I let out a loud sigh of exhaustion as she got up. “Thanks for the leaving present!” she said. I reached over to the glove box for a tissue, and handed her the pack to clean herself up. We got back into the front of the car, dressed ourselves as we giggled to each other, and then I drove her home. Her parents had gone to bed, and my wife was passed out in a drunken daze. Nobody was ever any the wiser. I watched her sweet ass ascend their driveway for the last time for what would be several years, and then drove home completely satisfied.

You know how it is; one day you’re working your dream job at an awesome company that treats you like a person, not a machine. You have everything you could ever want, with a healthy salary, a cool apartment and platinum gym membership. Then, in one crushing swoop your company goes into administration and you’re left out on your ear looking for work. Well, maybe someone reading this might know how that feels, and recently I became one of them. So, as a young man in my mid 20s I thought “the world is my oyster” and started to look for a new job. My hopes were dashed considerably when I realized that my field of work had dried up since I was taken on as a post-graduate a few years before. This meant that I would have to slum it in another field in the hope that someday my dream job would surface. I looked through the limited selection of adverts in my local newspaper and online, but my choices were rapidly slimming. Nothing seemed appealing – not because of the job specification, but rather the ridiculously low salaries being offered. I was used to fine dining and expensive cars. I couldn’t just give it all up for a measly pay packet. Then I noticed one advert with a very substantial salary, including healthcare and benefits. The money caught my attention before I even looked at the job title. “BUTLER REQUIRED”, it read, “High-class house requires new butler for ”. Desperate for any kind of work I dialled the provided phone number. A woman answered almost immediately with a stern voice, “Hello, this is the Drayton residence”. “Uh... hi, I’m enquiring about the butler job” I said. “How old?” she asked. “I’m twenty six”, I replied. “Hmm...” she muttered for a moment, “We are looking for someone who is utterly discrete, and who is completely open-minded”. “I am” I said. “Very well then, can you attend an interview tomorrow at 12 noon?” she responded. “Yes, definitely!” I said eagerly, and with that she hung up the phone.

The following day I donned my finest tailored suit and buffed up my best shoes to a mirror-like shine. I definitely looked the part to be a butler. How hard could it be to make a cup of tea and fetch the newspaper? I left for the interview in a hurry, collecting my things as I got in the car to drive to the house. I knew roughly where it was as the address was on the advert, and I vaguely knew the area it was in. It was situated in the countryside a few miles outside of the city, a part of the county where all the rich people live. As I arrived at the main gates I leaned out of the car window and pressed the speaker phone button. I heard a buzzing sound and the gates began to open. The tyres on my wheels crackled over the bumpy gravel drive, which was about a hundred yards long with small trees on either side. It was a beautiful garden which no doubt required an army of people to maintain. I rolled up to the front door, where an older woman stood waiting to greet me. She was in her late 30s and was very smartly attired in a tight black dress that reached down to her knees. It offered not even a hint of cleavage, and her dark hair was harshly pinned back. I couldn’t help but think she would be really sexy if she loosened up a little. I got out of the car and she immediately barked “This way!”. I followed her into the house, beeping the alarm on my car as I disappeared into the doorway.

She led me into a main hall which was littered with antiques and expensive paintings. Everything was a glossy mahogany colour. We walked past several doors, which led into living rooms, dining areas and a downstairs bathroom. Finally we arrived at a study, which contained several comfy looking chairs and shelves stacked with old books on every wall. I stepped inside and watched her walk over to a large desk. She opened the top and took something out, and then sat down on one of the chairs. She looked at me and ordered “Stand here”. I did as she asked, waiting directly in front of her as she scanned me up and down. “You are discrete, willing to do whatever it takes to get the job, and extremely thorough in your abilities to carry out the job?” she demanded. “Yes...” I said cautiously. “Good” she said, “Kneel!”. I gave her a look of surprise, and then seeing her stern glance I knelt in front of her. “The job is extremely well paying so I will expect a lot from you” she added as I came down to her eye level. “Open your mouth and close your eyes” she commanded. It seemed really strange, but I was far too curious, and a little turned on, to resist her demands. Before I had fully opened my mouth she picked up the object she had taken from the desk, which was hiding behind her back, and rammed it into my mouth. It was bright red with leather straps on either side, which she tied around the back of my head. It was a ball gag. I was stunned, and a little frightened. “Excellent!” she said, “Although you didn’t close your eyes! I will have to punish you!”. She walked over to a cupboard and opened it, taking out a long metal chain and a pair of handcuffs, which she attached to her belt. I gulped, unsure what I was about to experience, but oddly excited at the same time. Then she wrapped the chain around my neck and fastened it tightly so it pressed into my skin. I gasped for breath as she yanked on the chain, dragging me across the floor on my hands and knees.

She pulled on a lever and a bookcase automatically moved to the side, like something from a movie. Behind it lay a small opening which she pulled me towards. It was dark inside this new room, with just a few candles on the walls for lighting – very ominous and gothic in appearance. I crawled in as she forced the chain forwards, tying it to a metal post in the farthest corner. I knelt there and watched as she walked over to a stone table. She unraveled a large piece of cloth that was lying on top, and I heard the clink of metal objects inside. She picked one of the implements up and walked over to me, ordering “Remove your clothes. Slowly”. I looked at her and was about to speak when she took out the object behind her back and waved it at me. “Don’t make me use this!” she said. “W... what is it?” I tried to say, albeit completely muffled due to the ball gag. She lurched at me, pointing the end of the object at my hand. It made contact and instantly sent an electric shock through my body. The intense pain was more than enough to convince me to do as she asked. I stripped away my suit jack and undid my tie, throwing them on the floor quickly as she taunted me with the electric wand. As I unzipped my trousers she grabbed the hem at the bottom of my leg and pulled them off, throwing them on the ground next to my jacket. I knelt in front of her, wondering what next. “Keep going” she said, pointing at my boxer shorts. I took them off and she saw my semi-erect cock for the first time. I tried to cover it with my hands, but she tried to zap me again, so I just let it hang loose. She passed the handcuffs to me and said “Put them on. Behind your back!”. I placed one of the cuffs around my left wrist but had trouble fastening them, so she walked behind me and snapped them tightly into place.

She stood a foot away from me and slowly began to lift up her skirt, revealing her stockings underneath. They were dark nylon with frills at the top, and were connected to her black lacy knickers with suspenders. She lifted it up all the way to her waist and held it there. “Eat!” she demanded, so I gladly leaned in and started to rub her crotch through her panties with the other side of the ball gag. The warmth of her skin radiated through the material and stroked across my cheeks as I nudged her clit with my nose. She smelled fantastic, a mixture of perfume and clean fabric. She pressed her crotch firmly on my face, forcing the ball to rub hard against her pussy. She sighed and held onto the back of my head as she towered above me. I struggled to catch my breath, suffocating as I was on her vagina. She turned around and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her ass. It was unbelievably tight and firm. She unfastened her knickers from the suspenders and slipped them down her legs, kicking them off her ankles as they skidded across the floor. She backed up, forcing me to press the ball gag onto her pussy, which was soaking wet. Small droplets of moisture were drooling down over her clit, and as I pressed my mouth onto her vagina some of her juices seeped onto my lips. My nose was wedged between her ass cheeks and prodding against her anus.