5 Erotic Short Stories

by Mia Hart

  Sex… Why is that even entering my head? Christ, get it together Sarah !

  “Would you like to undress?” he casually says .

  “What?”

  “Undress, and put this robe on. Here.” He hands me a fluffy white dressing-gown .

  “Can I keep my clothes on?” I ask, my eyes pleading with his .

  He softly laughs. My god, his smile is stunning .

  “I mean, I can lift my top down…past my shoulders,” I continue to reason .

  “This is a Swedish massage. It would be much better, and easier for me, if you were to change into this .”

  I gasp .

  Fuck.

  Everything is telling me to just run, but I know I’d look like a complete fool if I did. It’s not that I don’t want to do this. Seeing his sexy body, beautifully lit by the low lights, makes me want to do this. I’m just so embarrassed by the situation, and by my own perverted fantasies. That’s what several months starved of sex will do to you .

  Reluctantly, I take the robe from him .

  He points to a divide at the back of the room, “You can change behind that curtain .”

  Thank god, at least that’s something .

  “I’ll give you five minutes and then come back to start your session,” he says .

  When he leaves, and as soon as the door closes, I whip all of my clothes off—apart from my knickers—and wrap myself tight in the robe. It takes a little less than a minute, which is a record for me, and while I wait for his return I quickly text Connie …

  T o Connie: You bitch !

  M y heart beats faster as the seconds pass. I try to calm myself down. I close my eyes and breathe in the smell from the wonderful candles which omit their luscious scent. As I feel my heart begin to slow back down to a semi-normal rhythm, my phone suddenly blares out …

  F rom Connie: XXX

  T he door bursts open and I drop my phone. He comes back into the room carrying a straw basket, which I think are full of massage oils, and a small hand towel, which is neatly draped over his muscular forearm. My heart starts to beat out of my chest once more, and buds of sweat form along my back and across my brow .

  His chiselled body is even more clearly defied through his tight white t-shirt. I caught a hint of his shape when he wore his polo-shirt, but his work uniform gives a much better idea as to what pleasures may lurk beneath .

  “Okay, lie on your front please and pull the robe down to your waist,” he says .

  I take ages to do as he asks .

  “Come on, I won’t bite,” he assures me .

  I will, I devilishly think to myself .

  When I finally muster up the courage to do as I’m told, I swiftly lie face down on the cool leather massage table. The sensation of the surface against my bare breasts sends goose bumps rippling over my skin. I feel a chill of anticipation run down my spine, and I squeeze my legs tight due to the unwanted sensation of my sex welling up. He hasn’t even touched me yet, but the idea of his masculine hands, exploring the peaks and valleys of my exposed skin, sends my imagination into overdrive .

  I hear the click of a cap popping open and smell the hint of something sweet, something floral. The scent is divine, and along with the low lights, and soft ambient music, I soon calm down. That is until he first touches me—I almost squeal. The oil he applies to my naked back is cold to start with, but it soon warms up as his hands glide over my flesh. He is gentle, slow, and methodical in his technique .

  I bite my lower lip as he gently squeezes the nape of my neck, applying firm but careful pressure. I’m sure I’d relax if not for the fact that I am so turned on by him .

  I can’t see him fully. I can only see a glimpse of his amazing legs, which stick out of the tiny shorts he wears. I very much approve of his work uniform .

  “Are you comfortable?” he asks .

  “YES!” I shout. “Yes,” I follow with a whisper. My face turns beetroot-red. The pitch in my voice is unable to hide both the awkwardness and deep pleasure I get from his fingers doing their magic .

  “Good. I want you to completely let go. If you want to sleep…then sleep,” he says .

  Sleep? No way! I want to be awake. Awake for every sumptuous moment. This is as close to sex as I’ve had in months !

  His hands begin to work their way down the ladder of my spine. His fingers move in small soft circles, which get progressively firmer as he heads towards my tailbone. Although my ass is covered by my robe, I can feel his thumbs stop just above the line of the material. Just when I think he is about to reach down and grab my butt, he shifts back up to my shoulders. I feel relief and disappointment in equal measures .

  I moan slightly, as he kneads my shoulders. I can feel the knots in my muscles break apart, one-by-one. I’ve felt the weight of the world on me these past few months, so the relief of tension is wonderful .

  “Does this feel good?” he asks .

  It feels fucking amazing, I think to myself .

  “It feels nice,” I meekly say .

  He works his way from my shoulders, all the way down to the very tips of my fingers. He gently rolls each finger with his own forefinger and thumb, which makes me smile from ear to ear. Just the sensation of a man’s strong hand, manipulating my own, makes me feel warm and safe. The feeling between my thighs burns deeper than ever. If I had a slither of the bare-faced cheek that Connie has, I’d jump this man’s bones. But I don’t. And I wouldn’t dare to, for fear of the utter humiliation—rejection. I mean, why would this god of a man waste his time over a frumpy plain-Jane like me? No, the idea is just pure fantasy .

  As he continues to rub up and down my arms, giving equal attention to both, my eye-lids become heavy. Miraculously I am starting to relax. Any fleeting thoughts of my problems, or the cruel world outside, start to evaporate into oblivion .

  Just as I nod off, I am sharply brought back to life by the sound of him climbing onto the table .

  I start to tremble. “What are you doing ?”

  “It’s all part of the service you booked,” he says .

  “Service?”

  He starts to kiss the back of my neck. Although my sex is positively on fire for him, I am shocked, confused, and just a little scared—I don’t even know him .

  I sharply turn around to face at him, covering my exposed breasts with my arms .

  “I never ordered this!” I say .

  “Sorry, I — ”

  “It was just a massage. That’s what Connie told me .”

  “Ah, yes. It was Connie. She ordered the experience for you .”

  “Experience?”

  “Massage…and sex .”

  “What kind of place is this?” I snap at him .

  He starts to laugh .

  “What’s so funny?” I ask, becoming slightly more agitated .

  “I was just joking. I just wanted to make you relax more .”

  “I was relaxed until — ”

  “I’m sorry. It was cruel of me .”

  I look down at his shorts and can clearly see that he is aroused .

  “Okay, let’s do it,” I say .

  His eyes almost pop out of his head .

  “Well…what are you waiting for?” I continue .

  I can hardly believe what I am saying. But I start to hope, in spite of my initial shock, that my double bluff actually solicits some action. Sex would be amazing with this hunky man .

  “I…”

  I can sense he’s now hesitant. “Come on then, you put the idea in my head. And as a paying customer, you must provide the service I demand .”

  With the roles reversed, I can see him struggle to find the right response. His confident veneer is totally exposed and I feel better knowing that he isn’t completely perfect .

  “I’m not sure we can. I could get into trouble. I was only joking .”

  I slump back onto my front, folding my arms underneath my chin, and in a disappointed tone say, “You’re cruel .”

  He continues
to gently rub the back of my neck, as if that’s some kind of consolation prize for me .

  “If I get caught, I could lose my job,” he tells me .

  “No need to explain, you’re just cruel that’s all. I know you think I’m ugly .”

  “I don’t, you’re …”

  “What?”

  “You’re…sexy .”

  My core ignites with lust. His complement sends so many naughty thoughts flooding through my mind. I can’t quite believe I had the nerve to bluff him, but I’m so glad I did .

  “You shouldn’t take advantage of your position. I could complain,” I tease .

  “Please! I’ll just continue with your massage .”

  “No. You’ll give me what I want .”

  “But...”

  Now sick of the games, I turn back around to face him. I don’t know where my mean streak came from, but I’m glad I have the bottle to act on it. He started it anyway. Besides, this will be the perfect tonic for the last several months of misery. I fancy the pants off him and I’m so incredibly thrilled by the idea of something forbidden happening in this room .

  “We only have an hour though,” he says .

  “And?”

  “I could spend all day doing what I’m thinking of doing to you .”

  “And what is that exactly?” I ask, hardly being able to contain myself .

  “Well, I could — ”

  I place my hand over his mouth, “I never said tell me .”

  His eyes widen. A brief second passes before he lifts my chin with his fingers and begins to kiss me. He is soft at first, his lips just grazing mine. Up close to him, I can smell his expensive cologne. I could just melt being kissed by him. I think I’d melt being kissed by an ordinary man right now, but he is far from ordinary .

  He pulls his mouth from mine, “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you waiting downstairs .”

  His frank confession is a little startling, but at this point I don’t give a damn. Although I do have one question for him, as he nuzzles my neck with luscious kisses .

  “Did you not see my friend…the gorgeous black girl ?”

  He tuts, “No comparison to you .”

  Good answer. Surprising…but good .

  I find his mouth once more and kiss him with much more intensity, telling him, with my soft lips and tongue, to be more forceful. He obliges and snogs me back with such passion that my knickers become wet .

  I hear the cap of his lotion pop open once more. He pushes me back down on the massage table. After rubbing a small portion of the oil into his palms, he strokes the contents onto my bare skin. When his hands find my boobs, they fondle them with sensual care. His fingers circle my erect nipples with fervour. The oil feels wonderful, slipping and sliding all over my skin. Suddenly I don’t feel so bad about my appearance. In fact, I feel super sexy! And I can clearly see, from the erection which strains against his shorts, he meant what he said—that I am the object of his desires .

  The thrill is amplified by the fact he’s a total stranger. Giving myself willingly to someone I don’t know is something I’ve never considered before. But he’s so strikingly handsome and hot, that I feel compelled to follow my urges .

  As he massages the oil into my breasts and around my navel, he lowers his head down and begins to gently suck on my nipples. I arch up from the table and moan with pleasure, as he starts to playfully chew on each nipple in turn. My hands wrap themselves around his wide muscular back. I grab the bottom of his t-shirt and the pull the garment clean off .

  He proudly sits up above me, allowing me to marvel at him. My mouth goes dry .

  His chest is full and taut with muscle. His six-pack looks more like an eight-pack. Without so much as flexing, every cut of his body is clear and defined. He looks raw and powerful—unlike Scott in so many ways. My pussy yearns for him .

  “What’s your name?” he asks .

  I shake my head, “No names .”

  “Why?”

  “No names,” I repeat. “Not yet .”

  He knowingly smiles at me. The idea of fucking this perfect specimen of a man, and not knowing his name, is the ultimate turn-on. We have no identity to each other. No emotional bond. It’s just flesh. We are just flesh for each other’s pleasure. Dirty, sexy, lewd, and pure .

  I had enough of giving my soul to a man—of giving my heart. I just want to be touched, to be played with. And I want to touch too, and to play, and to be free from all the other bullshit. This is a one-off—a moment to simply enjoy and walk away from, without any baggage .

  Baggage I was sick off .

  Baggage hurt .

  He slowly reaches for my robe, which covers the lower half of my body. I am ready. The thought of his cock buried deep inside me, sends me dizzy with anticipation .

  “Are you going to fuck me?” I playfully ask .

  He smiles through gritted teeth. His expression is that of a wild animal about to claim his prize .

  When he’s pulled down my robe, to just past my knees, he pauses. Shit —I don’t exactly wear the most seductive pair of knickers for an occasion like this. Not that I ever expected something as random as this to happen. I cringe as he examines the hem of them .

  “I think these will have to go,” he says .

  I agree, on so many levels .

  He pushes my legs into the air and pulls the knickers over my ankles. Quickly throwing them to the floor, he spreads my legs wide apart—exposing my wet pussy. His head soon finds its way between my thighs and I squirm with pleasure as I feel his cool breath just inches away from my hungry sex. I jolt, stiffened with lust, as he inserts his tongue inside me. As he expertly lashes my slit with his wet tongue, I moan aloud with pleasure .

  “Quiet!” he says .

  I quickly realise where I am again, having become totally lost in the moment. He hands me a towel and I bite down on it to muffle my own noises .

  God, how I wish I could just freely scream .

  As he fucks me with his tongue, giving me perhaps what is the best oral ever, he sticks a finger inside my moist hole—finger-banging my pussy at the same time as he drinks from me .

  I arch my head back and claw at my own breasts. The pleasure is almost as painful as it is sweet .

  Suddenly, I feel one of his arms shaking upon my inner thigh. I look down to see what he’s doing and get a welcomed surprise. He uses his free hand to masturbate with, as he eats me out. His dick is huge —its head glistening with pre-cum .

  “Fuck me,” I mumble through my make-shift gag .

  He grabs the lotion and hovers above me. Then he proceeds to drizzle the oil over my sex, lubricating me further—as if I even needed it .

  Placing the tip of his penis against the top of my slit, he begins to slowly push himself inside me .

  “Wait!” I cry .

  He looks disappointed, “What? What is it ?”

  “Do you have a condom ?”

  He shakes his head, the smile disappearing from his beautiful face .

  For a moment I silently think to myself .

  Oh, Fuck it .

  “Okay…but don’t come inside me. Yes ?”

  He nods and smiles again .

  I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it, I need to feel his length inside .

  As quick as I stopped it, his throbbing head is knocking on the door of my sex once more. Without further warning, his cock parts my pussy lips wide apart .

  I howl with pleasure, “Oh my god !”

  He gags me again and begins to pump his dick in and out of me—firm, hard, and strong .

  I am now relieved he lubricated me more. My vagina feels extremely tight against the swell of his cock. I feel such an incredible surge of ecstasy build up in the pit of my stomach. I can already feel an orgasm bubble up as he continues to drive in and out of me .

  He starts to moan and I can feel his dick tremble .

  “Don’t come in me!” I warn him .

  He ignores me and fucks m
e even faster than before, gripping my throat with his hands. Although it feels weird, it also feels strangely nice. He isn’t strangling me—just holding me in place as he screws me harder. I feel like I am at his complete mercy. That he’s back in charge and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it .

  As he becomes more intense, I clench my jaw tight. I feel so turned on by the idea of him shooting his cream deep inside my hole, even though I forbid it only moments ago. Any shred of good judgement is thrown out the window—it was long ago. I just love how rough he’s become. The worry that he could shoot inside of me, at any second, sends me heading for the most incredible climax. Just as my passion is about to flood out …

  K nock, knock.

  A voice comes from the other side of the door, “Hello? Are you finished ?”

  “Shit! It’s my boss. Be quiet,” he whispers, whipping his tool out of my gushing sex .

  Just as he begins to answer the voice behind the door, I place my hand firmly over his mouth and push him down on the table. Slowly, and as quiet as anything, I slide down on his warm length, and continue to ride him with vigour. I frantically rub my own clit as I bounce up and down on him. My lungs fight for air as I try to remain silent. Every natural instinct I have is to scream. I want to finish him off, and the idea of someone behind that door makes me so wickedly horny .

  “Hello,” a voice repeats, louder .

  The man, now at my mercy, shuts his eyes tight trying, like I do, not to make a single sound. It’s torture, but fun .

  “I’m coming,” he whispers, as his face tightens in effort .

  I bounce hard on his cock one last time and reel back on the table, just as his semen shoots into the air and lands all over the place. I bite down hard on my fist, fighting the orgasm which rips through my entire body. Screams are muted and painful, as they try to escape from my fingers which clutch onto my mouth .

  We lie there for a moment—frozen, post-release. The handle of the door jerks down, and with it my heart plunges. The expression on the man’s face is like someone is about to murder him. I suddenly feel sorry for him—like I’ve just cost him his job .