Sensual Erotica (Vol. 1): 26 Erotic Stories

by Priscilla West

  Alexa’s feet beat a tattoo against the floor and then she went limp for a few moments. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open, it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen.

  The men arranged us both on the bed. Alexa knelt over my face, her pussy clearly visible to me and available for my tongue and her head was down by my crotch. Her fingers manipulated my clit, rolling it and stroking it. She spread my pussy lips open and I gasped as the tip of Derek’s huge cock rubbed against the delicate flesh, wetness spilled from my pussy and down my ass crack at the sensation of his hardness entering me mingled with her talented fingers stroking me.

  I thought that that was as hot as it could get but just then John wrapped his hands around Alexa’s hips and thrust into her hard fast and without so much as a warm up stroke. The sight of his prick forcing its way into her pink slit made me come, immediately and involuntarily.

  John’s cock filled my pussy, stretched it open and a slight pain beat into me as he began to drive into my soaked tunnel. Oddly it was almost as if John were fucking me along with Alexa, seeing his every thrust and feeling Derek’s thrusts in return made me feel so fucking hot all I could do was moan out yes after yes and try to keep up.

  Alexa’s pussy dripped sweet smelling juice onto my face. At first I felt a sort of horror at my own reaction to that slippery oil, I wanted to lick it. I knew she was willing but I was not sure if I were ready for that step. I took a tentative lick, swiping my tongue across her pink folds and upward to her clit. She shuddered and whimpered out, “Yes, lick my pussy dammit. Fuck her harder Derek! Shove that cock all the way into her!”

  Derek laughed and said something I could not hear and John replied, they both began to fuck us harder and faster. An orgasm closed over me, my pussy ached with the need to come long before my walls clenched and unclenched. Alexa cried out and more of the heated slickness spilled onto my face. John shuddered and spasmed, he pulled out and hot gushes of come landed on Alexa’s quivering ass while Derek shoved his cock into me one more time before he withdrew as well.

  I couldn’t see but I could hear Alexa crying out that she wanted to drink his come, her voice cut off abruptly and her legs squeezed the sides of my head so I guessed she had gotten her wish. Little by little we all wound down and when she fell over to one side John moved in, cuddling me and caressing me while I shook with sudden cold.

  I had that same reaction after many of the wild adventures we shared so I was not scared, really, but what did bother me was the feeling that I could do that again and again until it got to be boring. That was the same way I felt about skydiving and cliff diving and everything else.

  We washed and dressed, leaving Alexa and Derek, who were busy fucking each other, to it. John did heist a bottle of their champagne on the way out the door though and we drank it on the tiny little patio we shared with the room next to ours. It was cold and very bubbly and I giggled as it tickled my nose.

  I looked up at my husband’s face and realized that as much as I had loved what had just happened I did not at all want to turn him into a stunt or a small adventure, I never wanted to tire of him. I whispered that to him and he nodded, his own face solemn, “I couldn’t agree more sweetie,” he said, “Maybe next year we could try it again though.”

  “New couple, new adventure.” I chuckled and he said, “I have always wanted to see Bora Bora.”

  We clicked our glasses together, “To Bora Bora,” I said and then we both laughed.

  A Real Doll

  by Molly Roberts

  I try to be an open-minded woman. I did quite a few things with various boyfriends before I met my husband, and sometimes they weren’t even boyfriends. But I guess it happens to every married couple someday. The passion goes out in the bedroom. Sex gets boring.

  I wasn’t about to let that happen to me, though.

  At least, I wasn’t going to let it continue. Bob never mentioned that anything was wrong, but I could tell. If we kept going at the same pace, kept doing the same old things, I could just see our conjugal sex life going down the drain. So I decided to spice it up for both of us by giving Bob a special birthday present. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.

  We went out to see a movie, had a nice dinner, and then we came back home. Maybe Bob thought he was going to fall asleep again like usual, nothing exciting, but I had my plans.

  “Honey,” I said, “aren’t you forgetting something? It’s your birthday and you haven’t even gotten a birthday present yet. I hope you don’t think I’m that forgetful.”

  I slipped him a little envelope.

  At the time, we were in the bedroom, and I sat down next to him and started massaging his shoulders as he turned the envelope around and looked at it.

  “What’s this?” he asked.

  “Just open it,” I said.

  I was ready for anything, or I thought I was, and the thoughts that were going through my head had already started to arouse me.

  Bob opened the envelope and read the note inside.

  “One free ticket to make your wildest fantasies come true.”

  “Well?” I said. “What do you think? I didn’t know what to get you, so I thought it would be best to ask. What do you want? Just tell me, and I’ll give you… anything.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything in the world. No matter how dirty, how nasty, how perverted, I’ll do it for you, baby. Just say the word. I mean it. It’s your birthday, and I want to give you something really good, so let’s hear it.”

  I could see that he was pleased, because he started to smile, and again I imagined all the positions and taboo acts we might be able to do.

  But then he shook his head and laughed at me!

  “No, honey, I don’t think so. I don’t know. I don’t…”

  “You don’t like my present! Why not? What’s the matter?”

  “I don’t think that… well… I don’t think that you’d understand.”

  “Just try me.”

  He had such a curious look. Like a naughty schoolboy.

  “Would you really do anything I asked?”

  “Now you’re going to have to tell me, no matter what.”

  “Even if it’s very expensive?”

  That was the first thing he said that caught me off-guard. I thought he was going to ask for something right away, that all I had to do was break down his barrier and we’d be fucking in a few minutes. But very expensive?

  “Listen, honey,” he said. “I love this present. I really do. Because it’s true that I do have a certain fantasy I wanna try out, and I never would’ve asked you normally, but since it is my birthday…”

  He moved away from me and sat down in a chair across the room.

  “You have to promise,” he said. “Promise that you won’t get angry.”

  “I think that I know what you want now. And don’t worry. I’m not angry. You can hire a hooker if that’s what’ll really make you happy.”

  “A hooker!”

  He burst out laughing.

  “Then you mean that you don’t want a hooker?” I asked.

  “Not at all, baby! But listen: what I want is even more expensive than a hooker. You promised that you wouldn’t get angry, and since it’s my birthday I don’t mind treating myself to a big present if you’ll go along with it.”

  “But go along with what?”

  He still had that naughty schoolboy look.

  “I want to see you fuck a doll,” he said.

  “A doll?”

  Now I was downright confused.

  “You mean like… a stuffed doll? Like a teddy bear?”

  “No, not a teddy bear,” he said. “The doll I’ve got in mind would be almost like a real human. A Real Doll. That’s what they’re called.”

  “So a sex doll?”

  “That’s right. A sex doll.”

  “You mean the kind you blow up? Like a big balloon? I mean, I guess I could do that… I didn’t think that those were
too expensive, though.”

  “No, not a blow-up doll. A Real Doll. From realdoll.com. They make dolls out of silicone. You order them online. I’d like to custom order one and have it shipped here, and then when it shows up, I want to sit right here, right where I’m sitting now, and watch you fuck it right there on our bed.”

  I thought I misunderstood him somewhere along the line, the way he kept insisting that he wanted me to fuck this doll. That’s because I kept imagining those blow-up dolls, the kind that look like cartoon women, and I couldn’t imagine how you’d really be able to have sex with them. For a man, yeah, it’d be easy, but for a woman?

  That’s when he corrected me.

  “No, no,” he said, “I don’t want to order a female Real Doll. I want to get a male one. Come on, let’s go on the website and I’ll show you.”

  It was all very unusual for me. What I thought was going to be a sexy birthday night turned into a session of internet research. We logged onto realdoll.com and Bob showed me the dolls, and how they came in different models. You could specify the body type you wanted, pick the skin tone, select the right face and even decide if you wanted your male doll to have stubble. When I saw the different doll faces, I still couldn’t imagine having sex with them, but I could tell how excited Bob was as he scrolled through the website. I decided then and there that I would go through with his fantasy, no matter how peculiar it seemed. Just the idea alone turned him on, so I could guess at how hot it would be for him to see the fantasy play out in real life.

  “I’ve been thinking about this face here, combined with this body,” he said. “Blue eyes. Blonde hair.”

  “You must think about it a lot. Tell me, though, why a male doll?”

  “What’d you mean?”

  “Wouldn’t it be easier to just go ask a neighbor? Stanley next door, for example, has been ogling me ever since we moved in. If you want to see me with another man, why not just ask someone like him to stop by for a night?”

  “I don’t want a real man. I told you, I want a Real Doll.”

  “But you do want to watch me get fucked by someone else…”

  “Exactly. But I don’t want to share you. A Real Doll is the best of both worlds.”

  Eventually, the website asked us to select the Real Doll’s penis size.

  “I’ll let you pick this part,” said Bob. “I don’t want to be too overbearing with my fantasy.”

  “It sounds like you want the extra large one, otherwise you wouldn’t say that. Am I right?”

  He gave a sheepish grin.

  “Okay, we’ll do one step down. The large size looks big enough.”

  When we had selected all the separate body parts and our Real Doll was complete, I finally got to see the price. No wonder Bob had said it would be expensive: the doll was almost ten thousand dollars, and that didn’t include shipping!

  “I know, I know,” he said. “It’s a lot, but it’ll be worth it, trust me. And if you want, this can be my birthday present for this year and next year.”

  “And maybe the year after that!” I said.

  Our sex that night was good, even though it was pretty normal. Of course, I knew what made it good: Bob was already excited, thinking about how the Real Doll would be coming in the mail soon, and the idea alone made him horny. Even still, after we’d made love I have to admit that I stayed there awake in bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. But Bob fell peacefully asleep. I’d hardly ever seen him more content.

  It took the doll awhile to arrive. From I understood, they manufacture each one individually, according to specific orders, which would explain the long delay. Not that I complained about the delay. Every day after work, Bob was always more excited and livelier when he got home. His kisses had more passion in them. Sometimes he’d walk past and spank me unexpectedly. He hadn’t done that since we were dating. Waiting for the doll was like an aphrodisiac, a kind of extended foreplay that lasted weeks, causing a delicious tension to build up between us so that we were constantly on edge, hungry with lust. It was because now I was sharing his secret fantasy with him.

  One day, while I was washing my hands in the kitchen, he surprised me from behind. Before I knew it, he was nipping at my neck, lifting up my skirt, shoving his fingers into me. He had his mouth right at my ear, whispering.

  “You’d let a stranger do this, wouldn’t you?” he said. “You’d just let any stranger off the street do anything to you. Tell me. Say you’d let anyone fuck you.”

  “I’d let… anyone fuck me…”

  “That’s right. You’d let any stranger fuck you.”

  I couldn’t believe it. Feeling him finger me like that, hearing him say I’d fuck anyone, somehow made things dangerous and exciting. I bent over the sink and moaned next to the running faucet, shuddering as he rubbed his thumb around my clit. After I was done, we stayed locked together on the counter, until he pulled away and walked off without another word. It was like I’d just been used, but it was fake, only playacting. It was amazing.

  Scenes like that reoccurred throughout the weeks. I actually didn’t want the doll to ever be delivered, because I didn’t want our chemistry to change again. I wanted the tension to last forever. But one day there was a knock on the door. Bob answered it before I got there. When I came into the room, I saw a huge crate like a coffin sitting on the floor. Bob didn’t need to tell me what it was.

  Opening the box was a dilemma. It was packed very well (as it ought to have been for costing so much), and it took Bob box-cutters and pliers to finally remove all the cardboard and pry the lid off. The whole time as I watched him, though, I could feel the suspense that had been building for weeks begin to condense and tighten in my stomach, making me feel woozy. It was one thing to anticipate having sex with a silicone doll, but now that the doll was really here in the house, I started to rethink things. After all, wasn’t it actually a waste of money? Couldn’t we still ship it back? Get a refund?

  Nope. Bob yanked the lid away, and there was our doll, staring up at us from its bed of tyrofoam packing chips. We bent over it in silence to look at its face.

  I have to admit, the doll was striking. It looked almost human. In fact, it looked so close to human that I wouldn’t have been surprised to see it get up and walk around the room on its own. But it didn’t move an inch, of course, and the fact that it was so still and lifeless made me uneasy again. It was blonde and blue-eyed, just like we had ordered, and its face was as handsome as a model. Then again, it had probably been modeled after a model!

  “So what do you think?” Bob asked me.

  “I… don’t know,” I replied. “What should I think?”

  “Well, is he sexy?”

  “Yeah, I guess so…”

  “He’s a looker. You’d turn and stare if he passed you on the street, right?”

  “Bob! You know I wouldn’t…”

  “Now bend down and kiss him.”

  I just stared at Bob when he said that.

  “Go on! Bend over and give the man a kiss!”

  At the time, it seemed ridiculous, and I wouldn’t have done it, except I had my promise to keep about Bob’s birthday present. I bent down over the packing crate and put my lips right over the doll’s mouth. Then I lowered my head, and our mouths met, and when that happened… something else happened: the doll’s lips gave way, just slightly, like real flesh would, and I actually felt like I was kissing another man.

  The sensation was so startling that I pulled myself backwards and gasped, then I saw Bob smiling, nearly laughing.

  “That’s right,” he said. “You liked that, didn’t you? He’s a better kisser than you thought he’d be.”

  I had nothing to say. It was true. There was something unexplainably sensual about how the doll’s lips had felt. I guess I thought that they would feel like plastic. I was wrong.

  “Kiss him again,” Bob said. “It’s okay. I know you want to.”

  Tentatively, I bent back over
the crate. This time I cradled the doll’s head in my hands, turning it more to face me, before lowering myself down for another kiss. My lips pressed against its silicone lips, and its silicone lips parted. I let my tongue slip inside the doll’s mouth. It had a tongue for my tongue to play with. Before I knew it, I was sucking on its mouth, tonguing its tongue with mine, my eyes closed as I lost myself in the kiss. Then I pulled back again, breathless.

  Bob wasn’t smiling or laughing anymore. We stared at each other, and I could see from his eyes what he wanted.