50 Forbidden Explicit Erotica Sex Stories

by Lexi Sinner

  “Behold, ladies and gentlemen.” Fletcher addressed the spectators, after having donned his lab coat. “The sensor’s have recorded every single biological response, physical and cellular, neurological and at the molecular level. As you can now see, our lovely volunteer’s bodily responses to extreme sexual stimulus have been captured, every hint of sensitivity recorded. It will be relatively easy to replicate the sensations in our new miracle drug, thus eradicating the curse of disappointing sexual performances forever.”

  Lexi heard his words, but she didn’t care. She was having the night of her life, fucked by not one, but two men she would have never even dreamed of fucking, and in front of a live audience of the most powerful people in the world. She grabbed Donovan’s hard shoulders, digging her nails into his dense muscles as his cock stretched her pussy to the limit. She closed her eyes, letting her own heart beat pound inside her ears, drowning out the world outside, losing her mind to the intense pleasure of uninhibited sex.

  “And observe,” Fletcher smiled wide at his audience, sipping some wine. “That even as her body registers newer heights of pleasure sensitivity under Dr. Donovan’s care, Miss Lexi Andersen has successfully been impregnated by my virile seed. Note the changes in these emission readouts from her body, confirming the result to the last miniscule degree. The final feature of the wonderful Hewitt Jackman Omni-Sensor 2020 detects conception within seconds of it occurring.”

  A loud cheer and thunderous applause filled the little auditorium as Dr. Gordon Fletcher and Nurse Teresa Fleming bowed, but Lexi Anderson, the star of the show, remained oblivious, lost in her world of mind numbing sensual bliss.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 39

  Chapter 1

  My grandmother’s death hit me harder than my own father’s. Of course, she raised me in the mountains of Boulder, Colorado while my parents were off traveling the world, but that’s not supposed to be a thing. When my father died, I inherited some insurance money and some sort of stock portfolio I wasn’t supposed to touch until I was on my own. Well, thanks to my grandmother, I was.

  The funeral was bittersweet, as it brought family members together I didn’t even know I had. I barely recognized my mother and her new husband, but why would I? They were never around, even growing up. Now that my grandmother was gone, there was only one person I could trust.

  Jonah sat close to me, his hand in mine. He was the only family I had left and I cherished that. Even though we weren’t related, he was the only one who has stuck by me since I met him my freshman year in college.

  When they read the will, I had become the proud owner of my grandmother’s house and since no one contested it, I was able to do what I wanted with it. The house was over two hundred years old and bigger than most mansions in the city. When asked what my plans were regarding the house, I merely smiled and said, “I’m moving to Colorado.”

  Walking in through the large wooden doors, it was obvious my grandmother had a caretaker. She hadn’t lived in the house in a few years but the place was clean and beautiful.

  “Wow, this place is incredible,” said Jonah, stretching his neck upward.

  “Are you sure you want to move all the way out here with me? This is nothing like Santa Fe.”

  “I told you,” he said, kissing the top of my head, “I’m happiest when I’m with you, besides I have no reason to stay in Santa Fe.”

  “Okay then. Let’s figure this place out.”

  I walked through the massive rooms, remembering the places I used to play and it brought back a nostalgia I craved to have back.

  “You seem to have quite a connection with this old place,” he said.

  I climbed the long staircase, my fingers running along the old railing that spiraled up along side it. I walked the hallway, not bothering with any of the doors I passed by. When I got to the end, I opened the large white door and sighed heavily.

  “It was as if I never left.”

  I walked inside, reminiscing about the princess bed and dresser set, the posters portraying the art I loved back then and the clay pottery I had made in the corner. The large balcony doors were bolted shut with heavy drapes that covered the windows. I placed my hand on the window and smiled.

  “Tell me,” he said, staring at me. “Tell me about your memory.”

  I looked at Jonah briefly. “I lost my virginity on this balcony.”

  “Mmm, details please.”

  “His name was Donovan,” I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think I ever knew his last name. God, he was beautiful. They used to call him Don Juan. I masturbated to thoughts of him and his friends in my bed, on my floor, even late at night on the balcony.”

  “So, that’s when your sexuality started. Was he a school mate?”

  “No. Well, he was much older than I was. I was barely in high school and he was a senior. I thought I was so in love with him. Turns out he found out about my crush and he fucked me on a bet.”

  “Ooh.” Jonah’s nose scrunched up in a scour and he looked at me sympathetically.

  “I was a nerdy art student and he was a football star. Do the math.”

  “And you had no idea about the bet?”

  “Deep down I did? I mean, I knew there was some reason he had a sudden interest in me. But think about it. What other underling do you know who was able to land one of the most popular guys in high school? Believe me, it was an amazing first time. I wouldn’t have done it any differently.”

  “Was he good?”

  “Yeah, he was. Let’s put it this way. He is the reason I am the way I am today.”

  “Hmm,” he muffled, looking away.

  Memories of that afternoon came flooding back, causing a tingle between my legs.

  “You have to tell me what happened, Ida Mae.”

  I grinned, knowing how much Jonah liked my stories. Since then I had always been sexual, daring to show myself in public, masturbating in public places, and even having sex where I shouldn’t.

  “He came over, telling me he needed help on some art project he was failing at. I knew it was a lie but I didn’t care. He didn’t even take an art class. Getting him into my bedroom was a fantasy I never thought would happen. I was so nervous I thought I would vomit, but once he was in my room all I could think about was kissing him.” I snickered. “We did so much more than just kiss. That long balcony wall was my support as he had me bent over the edge. His hands were all over my body. I didn’t tell him I was a virgin but it excited him when he found out.”

  “That is hot as hell.”

  “It hurt bad at first, then when I learned to relax the pleasure consumed me. It was the best sex I had ever had.”

  “Incredible.”

  “It was.”

  “I have a question. Why have we never had sex, together?”

  I looked at him as if for the first time. “I don’t know. I guess it never came up,” I said, giggling. “Not literally.”

  When I met Jonah, he was somewhat of a late bloomer, gangly looking and scrawny. We hit it off as friends and the bond had grown stronger since that day. Now, that I look at him, I notice muscle where it wasn’t, longer hair that gave him that artsy sexy look, eyes that glistened when I talked about my fantasies.

  “I could see the appeal,” I teased.

  Chapter 2

  We finally got the balcony doors open with some tools we found in the basement and did away with the drapes. I walked onto the balcony and looked around, remembering the neighbor boy and his binoculars. I giggled at the thought that I let him watch me touch myself on more than one occasion. It gave me a rush to know someone was watching me.

  When Jonah walked up next to me, I slid my arms around him and pressed my lips to his. The nostalgia of standing in the same place took effect and an arousal spread through me. He let me kiss him like I wanted, saying nothing until I pulled away from him and looked up at him.

  “Why did you do that?”
r />   “Should I not have?”

  “I didn’t mind it, but it was a little weird.”

  “Maybe over time….”

  “Hmm, maybe.”

  I handed him a note pad with Banger Construction written on it along with their phone number.

  “What’s this?” he asked. “Some sort of porn company?”

  I giggled. “No, but don’t you think it’s fitting?”

  “Fitting for what?”

  “This old house needs some serious work to fix it up and the main memories I have are all sexual in nature. It’s fate,” I said, giggling again.

  “So, you want to hire this Banger Construction company because of the name?”

  “Yep. Let’s just say I have a good feeling about it.”

  He shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”

  I called the number and set up a time for someone to meet me and go over what needed to be done. When he got there the next morning, he introduced himself as the owner of the company and we went through a list of things to be fixed up or changed completely.

  “I figure you’ll be here for a while, but I have a pretty good budget,” I said staring into the older man’s eyes. There was something familiar about him but I shook the thought away. There was no way I knew him.

  “No problem, miss. We can start working Monday morning, bright and early. I can have a couple of guys out here every day until the work is complete. As long as there are no hold ups, it shouldn’t take much more than a couple of weeks.”

  “Sounds good, sir.”

  “Mr. Banger, at your service. I will personally see to it that you get personalized service. I’ll have my son and his crew out here first thing next week.”

  “Thank you.”

  Me and Jonah camped out in that old house, cleaning out the things my grandmother left behind, giving a lot of it to charity and keeping old keepsakes to store in the attic until construction was finished.

  When Monday morning came, I knew why Mr. Banger had a familiarity about him.

  “You’re never going to believe this,” I said, grabbing Jonah’s hand and pulling him to the front window. “See that extremely gorgeous guy at the back of the van?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Take a wild guess who it is.”

  “How would I know? I’ve never even been here.”

  “It’s Donovan.”

  He gasped. “Don Juan, the football star?”

  “Yes.”

  “You tagged that??”

  “I did.”

  “Holy shit! What are the odds that he’s back and will be working on your house?”

  “This is crazy.”

  “You look flushed.”

  “I feel like that freshman in my room again. I wonder if he’ll remember me.”

  “Let’s find out.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door, dragging me to the van.

  “Good morning,” he bellowed.

  Donovan glanced at each of us, nodded and smiled without a word.

  “This is exciting,” I said, stepping closer to him. “I can’t wait to see what the place will look like after you’re done.”

  “Leave everything up to us,” he said as he carried his tool boxes toward the house.

  I shook my head. “He looked right at me.”

  “You have changed a lot since your high school days. I wasn’t the only awkward teenager, ya know.”

  By the afternoon, I was tired of trying to get Donovan to notice me, again. Jonah went to the store to buy dinner and I went up to my old room and walked out to the balcony to think. The neighbors were out in their back yard, working in their garden when a familiar feeling interrupted me. What are the odds that the same family still lives there?

  I glided my hand up my stomach as I leaned against the balcony wall. A dark haired man was busily working along the edge of the pool and I imagined him looking up at me as if I had called his name. I heated up and moved my hands over my body. Neighbors within view, Donovan back in the house; who would have thought I’d be here again?

  I cupped my breast feeling my nipple harden through the thin fabric of my light blue summer dress. I turned my back to the neighbors and closed my eyes as I caressed my body. Arousal began between my legs and slowly spread within me, my fingers pulling my dress up my thighs. I slid my underwear down enough to expose my pussy before turning around. The wall blocked most of my body from view, but the idea they could have seen was enough to get my fire flaming. I massaged my fingers through my pubic hair and slid a finger between my lips. My head went back at the first feeling of orgasm that threatened my sensitive clit. I rubbed my breast as my other hand moved back and forth over my pussy, my fingers slipping inside. I put my foot up on a chair and opened my legs, imagining the neighbors could see everything and watch my every move. It made me hot.

  My orgasm built quickly as I moved my fingers across my clit and back inside my pussy. I pinched my nipple and bent over the balcony wall the same way Donovan did over ten years ago. When it hit me, I opened my mouth and fingered myself as my body jerked with orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw a man standing at the edge of his house staring up at me. It was the dark haired man by the pool. My first thought? Is he the same boy with the binoculars from my younger days?

  Chapter 3

  After some pretty bold hints and a few days into construction, Donovan still had no clue who I was. I had the perfect opportunity to fuck with him, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

  I walked into the kitchen where he and his co-worker, Brett, were pulling cabinets down and hauling them out of the house. I hoisted myself up on the counter after putting my shortest dress on and I crossed my legs.

  “So, Donovan, is it?”

  “Yes, that’s me,” he said, not looking toward me.

  “You grow up around here?”

  “I did, born and raised.”

  “You look like you were good with the ladies, so muscular and fit.”

  I bit my lip as I looked him up and down. It was the first time he looked back at me, and the first time he stopped working.

  “I’ve had my fair share of the ladies.”

  I pushed my chest out and straightened my back, loving the way it felt. He put his tools down and walked up to me, looking me over.

  “You aren’t too hard on the eyes either, darlin’. I bet you have had a boyfriend or two.”

  I put my head back, exposing my neck to him as I tossed my long hair over my shoulder.

  “I have had a couple, but nothing too serious. I’m still young. I don’t want to tie myself down to anyone just yet.”

  “Yeah, I can see that about you. You look like the kind of woman who loves a good time, some good wine, good sex. Am I right?”

  “You are.” I ran my hand up my side and glided my fingers through my hair, biting my lower lip. I clenched my jaw tight when I wanted to laugh at the porn feel of the situation, but I was having a good time playing the sexy diva.

  “You wanna have a little fun today?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “A good time, some good wine, some good sex.”

  My stomach did a flip thinking about sex with Donovan again.

  “Sounds tempting. I’ll get the wine.”

  I jumped down and grabbed a bottle of chardonnay from the wine cellar and brushed off the dust. When I got back up into the kitchen, I looked around for something that resembled a cup or a glass but realized everything was still boxed up.

  Seeing the confusion on my face, he walked up to me and took the wine, opening it with a pocket knife and a good smack on the side of the counter. He took a long slow drink then handed it to me. Lifting the bottle to my lips, I let the aroma of the wine fill my senses as the taste spread across my mouth. I felt damned sexy as he watched me drink it down.

  “What about your boyfriend?” he asked, putting me back up on the counter. “Where’d he go?”

  “He’s just a close friend and he went into
town.”

  “I’d like to be a close friend.”

  He moved closer to me, leaning his stomach against the side of my thigh. I felt his warm breath on my neck and arousal hit me like a rock.

  “I have a confession to make. This won’t be the first time I’ve been in this house,” he said. I looked him direct in the eyes as he nodded confirmation of his story. “It was a long time ago. I barely remember it.”

  “Hmm, I bet.”

  I tried keeping my disappointment to myself. He obviously didn’t know who I was. It was time to remind him.

  His hand slid up my leg and I opened them to let him know he was more than welcome.

  “What’s going on over here?”

  I looked past Donovan and saw Brett walking over with a crowbar in his hand. When he saw Donovan’s hand inching up my thigh he dropped the crowbar and didn’t hesitate to put his hand on my other leg.

  “I don’t think we have been formally introduced.”

  “Brett, this is the new owner of the house, what’s your name?”

  “Ida Mae,” I said breathlessly.

  My arousal flared at the thought of two construction workers wanting me.

  “Well, hello Ida Mae! Looks like I’m going to like this project,” he said.

  My lips parted and I took in a big breath just before Donovan leaned toward me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue filled my mouth, a moan vibrating through me from his throat. I tried remembering something about the kiss, but it was too long ago. I closed my eyes and melted into it.

  My breasts were covered with two hands as another hand rubbed my pussy through my dress. Donovan slid me to the edge of the counter, his hand maneuvering underneath my dress. He grazed my pussy through my panties and kissed me hungrily. I kissed him back with a heavier passion, wanting more. His fingers rubbed me until I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me, edging myself closer to the edge.