Nymphomania (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  Adam's cock is struggling against his pants now, but he turns away from the sight of divine beauty and goes to the bar. His friends high five him as he orders two glasses of chardonnay before telling them they can leave without him. They just laugh, making him blush even harder.

  Oya can see the red in his face from her seat. She can't help but smile. He's unsure of himself, which is cute for a one night stand. Maybe even a second date, if things go well.

  As he approaches her, she scoots over. Adam watches her dark eyes, a sexy look of sleepiness in them and her smile. She takes her glass and sips it, watching his every move.

  “What do you do, Adam?”

  He fidgets with his glass. If he doesn't stop that, it's going to tip over. Oya grabs his hand, the touch forcing him to look into her deep black eyes.

  “Ah- um, I'm a software developer.”

  She leans back, seeming to drink in that information. She looks to the ceiling before nodding. “I see. So you work nearby?”

  Adam: “Just down the road.”

  Oya: “And do you enjoy your work?”

  Adam: “It can be boring, but I make good money and every Friday I have the day to work on my own projects. So I mean, they treat me well.”

  Oya nods again. He has fulfilling work, that's good. This is increasing his chances for a second date.

  “What do you do?” He asks, his voice still nervous. He must have been one of those boys in high school who didn't get many dates. Not because of his looks, of course. He's very handsome. He probably enjoys science fiction a bit too much, or maybe his action figures sitting on his desk.

  “I do research and development for ICM,” I reply. “I studied engineering in high school, and after I got my Phd, I was offered that job right away. So it seems we both work with computers.”

  Adam eyes widened. Not only is Oya drop dead gorgeous, but she's also smart. His palms start to sweat, but for some reason knowing she cares about computers makes her more approachable.

  This line of thought leads him to wonder why he's sitting here. This woman doesn't need to deal with his boyish awkwardness. He clears his throat and drinks more.

  “I'm going to ask you back to my house once we finish our drinks,” she says. She knows what she's doing. Adam nods and gulps, his eyes falling her her ample chest. God, she's hot. Oya's waist is thin, but her thighs, ass and breasts are round and full. Her lips are, too, and they're slick with a clear lip gloss.

  Oya puts those lips to her glass and drinks the rest of the chardonnay. “Finish,” she commands quietly, a smile on her mouth. He does as he's told, gulping the drink down and setting down the glass. “Good. Follow me.”

  She stands up, taking the man's pale hand and leading him through a sea of people that seems to part for her. She's just a normal woman, but the world seems to bend to her will. A few men glance from Oya's divine beauty, to Adam, and frown with a jealousy that makes Adam's face red and warm.

  I've never been with such a strong woman, he muses, his eyes checking out the stars above them as Oya leads him outside. What if she thinks my inexperience is annoying?

  “Uh...” Adam starts, pulling his hand out of the woman's grasp. “I should warn you that I'm not very...”

  “It's fine. I'll show you.”

  The way she reads his mind, the fierceness behind her eyes, everything about this woman draws Adam in while also scaring him. Terrifying him, really. But still, he follows her to a black car, its paint shiny, the wheels clean. It must have been expensive.

  “Get in,” she says, walking to the left side of the car. Gracefully, she slides into the driver's seat and inserts the key into the ignition. The symbolism of her movements makes Adam twitch.

  The drive isn't a long one. Within five minutes, they're pulling into the driveway of a large house. In the black of the night, it's hard to make out the details, but it is a beautiful building. Rose bushes line the walk to the porch.

  Oya checks the empty mailbox before she pushes open the door. Two glowing eyes watch the couple enter from the stairs.

  “Loki, go outside.”

  The cat watches Adam as it follows Oya's order, slowly walking between them, leaning towards its owner as it passes by. Once the feline is outside, Oya shuts the door and clicks on a lamp.

  “Welcome to my house,” she says. Taking his hand again, she leads him up the stairs. A few steps up, she slips off both shoes, nudging them to the side so no one trips over them. Once on the second floor, Oya turns to him, slowly unzipping her dress. She's flexible enough to do it all herself.

  The fabric falls to the floor, and Adam drinks in the sight of her nude body. Her obsidian skin glowing in the moonlight, her brown nipples firm with excitement. Her trimmed and pretty bush above her valley.

  Adam's knees go weak. His mouth gets wetter. He blinks a few times and his heart beats faster.

  The beautiful woman draws close, her hand wrapping behind his neck and pulling the tall man down for a deep kiss. Her lips are exquisite, so soft against his. His lips are chapped, but his kiss is eager and full of true, deep lust.

  He opens his mouth in the kiss to catch a breath, steam rising from their hot mouths. Her hand slips under Adam's shirt, caressing muscles that surprise her. His body is strong, his abs a six pack and rock hard beneath her touch. His stomach rises and falls with his quick breaths.

  She slips her hand under his pants now, reaching down and grabbing his cock. He's big, another surprise for her. Her fingers slide gently on the skin of his prick, slowly making it stiffen.

  Never breaking the kiss, she guides him to her room. Even in the dark, even walking backwards, she knows exactly where she's going and walks the distance with perfect grace until she falls back on the bed, pulling Adam down with her.

  “Touch me,” she says, her voice full of urgency. His large hand presses against her quim. She grinds down on it, moving her hips to increase the pressure on her stiff nub. Blood throbs into it as she becomes even more horny. “Slip a finger into me.”

  He does, one finger slowly, gently slipping between her folds and into her hole. She's tight. The walls of her pussy contracts over his finger, almost like she's trying to suck it in deeper. Adam pulls it out, then presses it back in. His thumb accidentally grazes against her clitoris, making her suck in air with shock, and then let out a low, “Ooh.”

  He presses his thumb against her nub again. She squirms. He presses his mouth to her nipple, flicking the hard flesh with his tongue. She bucks her hips and presses his head down onto her breast. He bites her nipple, and she cries out in pain and pleasure.

  A second finger slips into her hole now. Her juices are dripping down Adam's hand, onto the bed and all over her inner thighs. She sighs, enjoying every touch. His fingers scissor, spreading and making Oya feel full, stretching her almost more than she can take.

  She says through small gasps: “Get the rope from the top drawer.” She nods her head in the direction of her bedside table. Adam rubs his palm against his pants, trying to move his dick so that it's more comfortable. Still, it strains against the fabric. Crawling over the bed, he opens the drawer and pulls out the rope.

  “Now, tie me up.”

  His face flushes red. The black woman sits up, presenting her wrists to him. He hesitates, then slips the rope around her skin. He was once a scout, so he knows a few knots. He loops the rope through, going around again before tying it tight.

  “Tie it to the bed post, and have your way with me.”

  She lays back, her legs falling open and displaying her folds to him. He crawls over the bed again, tying the rope to the dark wood. As he moves back down, Adam kisses down her right arm, to her elbow, then her shoulders, then her breast. He kisses all around the nipple, then does the same to the other one.

  Adam sucks one nipple into his mouth, flicking it while looking up into Oya's face. She bites her lip, her eyes pulling back as she moans. He sucks on her other nipple, her hips wiggling.

  He kisses down her
chest, to her navel. His hands gently slides over her skin, tickling her sides. Oya squirms, laughter mixed with short breaths of arousal. Adam's light fingers tickle her outer thighs as he kisses down to her pubic hair.

  Oya's legs instinctively fall open, Adam's hands instinctively hold her hips. His tongue dips into her folds. Licking her firm clitoris, he laps her up.

  “Ooh,” she moans. “Oh, yes... That feels so good.”

  Adam's tongue flies over her nub, rubbing it back and forth. Her moans turn to cries, her back arching, her hands struggling against the rope. Her orgasm lasts for a few minutes before she comes down, Adam still lapping up her juices.

  Sitting up, Adam unbuttons his pants. As he does so, he finds himself staring intensely into Oya's beautiful black eyes. He lets the fabric fall to the ground, and the only time Oya breaks his gaze is to look at his prick. Her eyes widen, and so does her mouth.

  “You are bigger than I expected,” she comments. She seems a bit flustered for the first time since he met her. He laughs, his hand wrapped around his big penis.

  Oya watches as his hand moves up and down his manhood. Adam likes being watched. He does this for longer than he needs to, since he was already rock hard. Precum shines on his skin. Her legs open wider. Oya wants him inside of her, now.

  Adam's mouth presses against the skin of her inner thigh. His tongue flicks through his lips for a second before he straightens himself. Gripping his dick, he places it at her entrance and looks deeply into Oya's eyes.

  Right before he enters her, he leans over her body and kisses her. Oya's whole body warms beneath him as they kiss, their tongues dancing while Adam slowly presses his cock against her hole and pushes it in. It sinks in. Oya grabs at the rope holding her still. “Ngh,” she grunts as she adjusts to his size.

  She's tight. Adam pushes himself in as deep as he can go before resting, enjoying the feeling of her pussy around him. It twitches, and then his cock twitches. They kiss again. Sweat is starting to form on Adam's brow.

  He pulls his hips back, and Oya gasps. He pushes them forward, and she gasps again, her eyes rolling back. Pulling them back, he slams his hips forward. Oya screams. With each thrust, Adam pushes into her hard. They still move slow, but his cock keeps hitting her G spot. She arches her back, giving him a different angle.

  His hips move faster. Hers move with his. They both pick up their pace, Oya's mouth constantly open, moans bouncing off the walls. Adam grunts and grabs her hips, lifting her ass up off the bed. He pounds himself into her, hard and faster than before. His balls twitch. Her clitoris spasms.

  Oya is sent screaming over the edge, her whole body spasming as she cums. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, yes! Harder!” She cries, struggling against her bonds. Adam obliges, fucking her as hard and as fast as she can. His balls twitch again and he knows he's about to cum.

  “Oh my GOD!” He shouts, grunting as his hot cum shoots into Oya's womb. The sensation sends another orgasm ripping through her body, making her weak. Adam's sweaty body collapses on top of her, his breathing as heavy as hers. His cock slips out of her and goes soft.

  “Untie me before you fall asleep,” Oya commands. He reaches up, loosening her bonds as he kisses her. Her soft lips press against his, and once her hands are free she turns toward him. One of her legs is thrown over his body. Her arms pull him in for a passionate embrace. They kiss until they both fall asleep.

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  My phone buzzes loudly in my purse. Rolling my eyes, I dig the white gadget out and look at the text.

  Are you going to Jack's party?

  Of course I'm going. You'd think these bitches would know better than to ask me such stupid questions. I don't reply with that, though. I have to keep up appearances.

  Of course babe ;)

  Jack is a bit of an interesting topic of discussion, since he's pretty much everyone's dream boy. Tall, deep tan, wonderful hair, and a manly face that still seems to be expressive and thoughtful. I think about him now and then while I touch myself. And what's more: his parents are out of town. I smile to myself. Tonight is his graduation party, and that's where I'll make my move. He'll resist, maybe, but I'll win out in the end. I always do.

  The alarm on my phone goes off. I don't know what I would do without it; it seems to hold my life together. Hopping into my Mustang, I drive to the school and enjoy just being in the moment. She's really pretty, deep blue like Jack's eyes and you can hear her purr like a spoiled kitten when you start her up. 'I do something similar,' I think. 'I should remember that one.' Giggling at my own wit, I turn onto the street next to my school. I'm always thinking of funny stuff to say like that. I'd say it's one of my best traits.

  The seats are almost full when I get there. The last few people are finding theirs, but I know exactly where I belong. I'm near the front—not because I'm some kind of honors dweeb, but I do have good grades. It's just that with a last name like Aaron you get to go first for most things.

  The valedictorian bitch gets up and makes her speech. It's about loving your friends and never forgetting what we learned here. Please. I'm 18 years old and I desperately need to get away from these people. One last conquest, one last high school boy, and I am gone. The Principal, then some other old man and an old woman each make a speech. Each one is longer than the last and way longer than they need to be.

  I simply peck at the screen of my phone until they start calling the names. I slip the phone into my gown's pocket, happy to have been able to bring it. Why would the gowns have pockets if they aren't meant to be used, right?

  I get called. I walk across the stage and get my diploma. It feels good, even though my parents are off in some European country getting drunk rather than congratulating me on my success. Having all the strangers in the audience watching me as I walk across the stage. I don't know if there is anyone there without any friends, who nobody knows—I was nobody's friend, but at least everyone knows me. They're afraid of me, jealous of my looks or fearful of my anger. I smile down at them and think about how Jack will feel inside me.

  Then I'm down the stairs and sitting down and back to texting Kathy.

  The ceremony takes a thousand years and by the end of it my ass is hurting. You'd think an expensive private school would be able to afford something better than dollar store lawn chairs, but it's run by a bunch of old cheap men. Everyone throws their hats even though they told us not to. 80S movie cliches die hard.

  I throw mine, too, just because. It lands across the lawn and I don't bother to pick it back up. Instead of hugging friends goodbye
, or looking for any family members that I know aren't here, I decide to just leave.

  Driving home is a buzzkill. Traffic is too thick from students and parents all leaving at the same time. I should have just left as soon as they gave me my diploma. That probably would have been the cooler thing to do anyway.

  The hardest part of going out is always getting dressed. Oh, sure. The makeup takes time, and the hair might need an appointment. None of that quite measures up to the soul-rending confusion of getting dressed to go out. Should I go formal and risk being overdressed? Or maybe casual, and risk looking like a slob? Should I wear a skirt to give that special someone ideas of what he could do with what's under it, or shorts so the other boys don't?

  Then it dawns on me. Sometimes you just have to take risks, and I decided to take a risk. What do guys like the most?

  Hot little sluts. So I put on my tightest jeans and lowest shirt. My bra pushes my tits up so high that it's almost uncomfortable, but as I look at myself in the mirror I know that it's exactly what I needed. Time to go steal the hottest boy in school.

  The party is already booming as I pull up. I have never been early a day in my life and I have no intention of anyone ever seeing me be awkward all by myself. The beer is sitting in big steel kegs on the counter. There's already an empty one that's been tossed in the corner. I grab a cup and stand at the end of the beer line. No reason to cause a scene just yet, not when things with Jack are still on the line. Jack is one of those special boys with rich parents, but he's not an asshole.

  The beer is cheap stuff and tastes like it's been watered down, but I keep sipping on it anyway. After half the cup is gone I can't even taste it. Jack is surrounded by girls as usual, and I need to scare them off eventually. But a smart girl waits for her chances. I pretend I'm planning for a war, like I'm a great general. I know my way is going to get me on his arm sooner rather than later. Only a matter of time.