Erotica: No Limits

by BREANNA BENSON

  Up in her room, she decided to go easy on him at first. Try to get to know him a bit more. Subtle first, explicit later. She put on some denim shorts, a red tank top and let her long, blond hair loose. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She had a great body and knew how to use it. Slender legs, a nice ass, flat stomach, and decent breasts. She modeled for herself for a while, running her hands up and down her body, trying to imagine they were Bill’s. He had rough hands, and she dreamed about what other things he could use them for, aside from building. Theresa and Bill didn’t know, but she had heard them once having sex. They weren’t particularly loud, but Emily couldn’t sleep one night, and with her ear stuck to the wall, heard everything they did. Ever since that day, she longed for him. She envied her mom, but secretly thanked her for bringing him into her life.

  After a few moments, she heard the doorbell. She took one small glance at the mirror, and smiled devilishly to herself. The time has come, she thought to herself. She went out of her room and downstairs, and opened the front door. There he was. Looking up from his phone, Bill saw her, and was startled by her outfit. She usually dressed appropriately when he was around, so it was surprising. She was standing in front of him, smiling and looking at him intently. Suddenly he felt something twitch inside him. What the fuck, man, chill, he thought to himself.

  “Hi Bill! I was waiting for you”, she exclaimed happily.

  “Uh… Hi Em. Your mom told me to come and stay with you, you know, just in case.”, he sputtered.

  “I know. Come in!” She was definitely surprised that he was that easy to impress. Maybe this would be easier than she thought?

  It’s gonna be a great weekend.

  Chapter Two

  Bill tried to make a comeback from his weak conversation with Emily. He didn’t want her to think she was a pervert, but he had never really seen her before. When they met she was a kid, and now she was about to become a woman. Before Theresa, he had slept around with a few girls a lot younger than him, but he had tried to settle, even though all his friends still did the exact same thing.

  “Girls love men like us, dude. I don’t know why you have to settle.”, one of his friends told him. “You don’t even have to pay for dinner, these girls don’t even eat!”, he laughed. Bill had just laughed and told him to fuck off, stating Theresa could easily be more active than any twenty-year old. He knew he wasn’t being honest, and between all her trips, they hadn’t really been together for a few months now, but he was cool with it.

  So now there he was, trying to watch some football and drink his beer in peace, trying to get his mind off of something as simple as having a seventeen year-old in the house. He imagined Emily would be in her room, as kids her age usually did, texting all night long with her friends, but he was wrong, at least for that evening. Emily came into the living room, and sat next to Bill, close to him.

  “What are we watching?” She asked, acting as if she were distracted by her phone.

  “Oh, just… the Patriots are playing.”, he stammered. Again.

  “Ok, cool”. She stayed sitting next to him for a few moments, until she lay down on the couch, with her feet facing him, and her head on the furthest arm of the couch. She held the phone really close to her face, as if she wasn’t even seeing him. Bill tried to focus on the game, but he had a perfect angle for staring at her legs. Her shirt had been pushed up with her movements, so he had a small glimpse of her belly button.

  He stopped himself when he realized he was now staring at her breasts, and tried to focus again on the game, but couldn’t help glancing a few times again at Emily. A few minutes went by and she stretched, arching her back, and letting out a soft moan. Bill was having a hard time, but he thought if he said something about what she was doing, she would call Theresa and tell him he was staring at her, and that would never end well. He closed his eyes, feeling her move on the couch. When he opened them, she had switched positions, face down, her ass on full display, and her face turned towards her phone, as usual. She wiggled it a little, as if adjusting her position.

  This can’t be normal, Bill thought. She had never even looked at him before, and never had a moment for themselves before this. And now she was splayed before him, wearing the smallest clothes he had ever seen worn by a woman, and tousling and moaning in front of him. What was she doing? She started stretching again, raising her hips slightly. There wasn’t much room left on the couch, so when she stretched her legs, she almost had her feet on his lap. This really has to stop. I’m a man for heaven’s sake. She keeps doing, I might have to leave earlier.

  “Do you want me to move to the chair so you can keep the couch?”, Bill asked.

  “No!”, yelled Emily, sitting up quickly. “Does it bother you?”, she inquired innocently, leaning over to him.

  “Not at all, I just thought you’d be more comfortable having it to yourself.”, he said.

  “Are you not comfortable?”, she asked.

  “No, I’m… I’m fine. It’s just…”

  “Just what?”, she insisted.

  “Nothing.”, he replied, trying to let it go.

  “Bill”, she said, scooting closer to him.

  “You can tell me anything. Are you like, nervous?”

  “Look, Em, I just think that… I’m your mom’s boyfriend, ok? I’m not your dad, and this is weird.”

  “What is?”, she asked again, looking at his lips. He tried to scoot away, but there was no more room left. He could feel her heat, and she was so close to him, he had a great view of her breasts. And then it hit her. She was wearing no bra. He felt hot and flustered, and tried to contain himself, after feeling all the blood rush straight to his groin. He knew what she was on about.

  “This! What do you want, Emily?”, he asked, and then regretted his words.

  “You. I want you, Bill.”.

  He swallowed. He tried to do the decent thing and stand up, walking to the side and having the armrest as a barrier between them. She perked up, having her knees on the couch and leaning on the armrest, squishing her breasts with her arms so they seemed bigger.

  “Look, I realize you are starting to become a woman and have some questions about your body, but that is out of the question!”, he exclaimed.

  “Why?”, she pouted.

  “Because I’m with your mom!”, he insisted.

  “I don’t see her anywhere, Bill. It’s just you and me. And I’m not telling if you’re telling.”, she said as she climbed the armrest, and sat on top of it, legs wide open. “I just want some fun. Don’t you ever want to have fun, Bill?” Her voice was too much for him. He took a step forward, looking dead serious.

  “This isn’t fun. This is wrong. This is really, really wrong, and…”, he started, but closing the space between them was the biggest mistake of the night. She had also taken a step further, and pushed herself onto him. She smiled as she felt a small hint of his already pulsating bulge. He was hot and flustered, just as she wanted him to be.

  “And I think I’m not the only one that wants to have fun tonight,”, she said, brushing her hips against his.

  Chapter Three

  She took a step closer and in an instant, had her arms around his neck. She leaned over and whispered into his ear.

  “I’ll make it worth your while Bill. I promise I know how to do it. I’ll even call you daddy.”. She sucked on his earlobe. He lost it. He lifted her from the ground, and kissed her hard on the lips. He sat her on the armrest and slithered one of his hands towards her groin. She moaned while he worked her through her shorts.

  “Is this what you want? Is it?” He asked, his voice deep with desire.

  “Yesss”, she hissed, rocking her hips towards his fingers.

  “Yes what? Ask nicely”, he replied.

  “Yes daddy, please”, she begged.

  “Good girl. Good girl”. He proceeded to unbutton and unzip her shorts, and slide them down her legs. He took off her panties and slided two fingers inside of her. She moaned loudly. He got
down on both knees, and leaned forward to lick her clit. She cried with pleasure, amazed at the sex beast she had unleashed. She watched him eat her out with such desperation it drove her mad. He inserted his fingers again rapidly, and she felt a wave of pleasure building inside of her.

  “I’m… I’m coming… keep going, please… don’t stop daddy…”, she mumbled. Bill inserted one more finger inside of her and sucked on her clit, and she lost it good. She cried as her orgasm rippled across her entire body, and he stayed there, giving her a few seconds of extra pleasure, drinking all her juices. He stood up and saw her panting, and smiled.

  “Oh, we’re not done yet. It’s daddy’s turn.”, he claimed. She let out a small moan while he took off his pants and his boxers. Fully aroused, he was bigger than anything she’d ever seen.

  “Oh my God,”, she let out. He smirked with pride.

  “This is what real men look like, baby. Don’t you forget it.”, he pointed out. Hypnotized, she grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. He let out a groan, looking at her small hands do their job. “That’s it… you’re great, baby. Do you wanna suck daddy’s dick, baby?”, he asked, though it came out more like an order.

  “Yes… yes I do, daddy.”, she answered, falling onto her knees, licking the tip teasingly. He put a hand at the back of her head instinctively, and watched her perform. He didn’t want to force her, but he also suspected she knew how to do it. As if reading her thoughts, Emily looked up at him, smiled and started taking him in, inch by inch. She sucked him softly at first, increasing her strength as she went along. Without him noticing, she started stroking his balls with one hand, which had him groaning with approval.

  “You really know how to suck a dick, don’t you baby? Daddy’s so proud…”, he mumbled, closing his eyes with delight. She let out small moans from time to time. She went back to sucking and licking his tip, stroking him with her free hand, and then taking him in again, forcefully this time. She really knows how to do it, Bill smirked to himself, feeling his orgasm closer and closer. She started bobbing her head up and down, and without warning, he screamed and came in her mouth, his hand twisted around her hair. He needed a few seconds to come to his senses again. When he did, he lifted her up and kissed her deeply, creating a combination of both of their fluids inside their mouths, it drove them crazy and had them asking for more once again. In a few minutes, Bill was ready to go again, and let Emily know by rocking his hips against her core. She moaned and grabbed him, positioning him at the entrance of her pussy. He slid slowly inside of her, and they both moaned with pleasure. She, tight as Bill had never felt, and he was so big and thick, that any other boy that could come to mind would simply pale in comparison to him. He pulled out and came in again, trying to be gentle, as he imagined this was, if not her first time, one of her firsts. But she wasn’t having it.

  “Harder, daddy, do it harder.”, she demanded. He slapped her ass and she whimpered.

  “You’re a bad girl”, he said looking into her eyes as he went in and out of her slowly. “You’re gonna take whatever I want to give you”, he ended the sentence thrusting slightly harder this time, eliciting a moan from her part, “and you’re gonna love it. Are we clear?”. She managed to shake her head, and kiss him again, then proceeding to kiss anything she could reach: his mouth, neck, and chest, and once Bill started going faster, she only managed to lick or bite, losing any coordination she thought she had.

  Bill was feeling on top of the world. He forgot how wrong he thought this was and took delight at the sight of Emily, all hot and bothered, moaning, whimpering, and licking him all over. He was trying to be nice, but he wanted so badly to come inside of her, his thrusts became more frequent and harder. She could take hard, he knew it, but also wanted her to come before him. He was her daddy, after all. So he grabbed her and carried her towards the wall behind him, creating a better angle for him to thrust in. Emily felt it and yelled.

  “Yes daddy!! Yes! Harder, please!”, she yelled. She did say please, after all. He had to comply. He attacked her neck and pulled his cock out, just to start his thrusts with more force and as fast as he could go. He heard the sounds caused by his cock moving in and out of her and it drove him mad. He sucked on her pulse joint, and then put his mouth on her ear, just as she had done before they started.

  “Now you come, baby. You do that for daddy.”, he demanded. After a few thrusts, she shrieked forcefully and dug her fingers into his broad shoulders. Content with his actions, Bill finally let himself go and climaxed himself, emptying all his cum inside of her. He kissed her one more time while they rode out their orgasms together, and then carried her to the couch, laying her while she panted and tried to recover from what seemed like a 42 kilometer marathon. Bill sat next to her, also panting, and smiled at her. He stroked her legs, reassuringly. She smiled, drunk in post coital bliss.

  “Thank you, daddy”, she said, before falling asleep.

  “Anytime, baby”, he replied, dozing off as well.

  Chapter One

  “Twenty-nine… thirty!” Kelly groaned, as she finished her last set of crunches and fell on the small yoga mat she was using. She tried to regain some oxygen as she felt her abdominal muscles burn. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to relax. She sat up, grabbed her water bottle and had a large sip. She stared at her reflection in the mirror that covered the entire wall, and stood up to head to the machine room.

  At 25, Kelly had just started a graduate program at college. She had always been a straight A student and moved up the academic and professional ladder quickly, but this year she had promised herself she would focus on another aspect of her life that she had set aside for a while: her health. Most important to her, her looks. She was never obese, but she was slightly heavy and curvy, and struggled for years to fight away a small muffin top, but she was unsuccessful.

  That’s why she had enrolled in the gym as soon as the winter break ended, and bought herself nice and comfortable clothes. It was already her third week, and, being her first time in a sport and fitness facility, she was already expecting results she couldn’t yet notice. She knew it was going to take hard work, but she could use a small nod to her efforts, like making some of her old clothes fit, or being able to run an extra mile in the treadmill without wanting to die.

  Nevertheless, she kept going, picturing her dream body anytime she felt like sitting on her couch and eating nachos instead of hitting the gym.

  Sadly, her workouts were not the only thing she found difficult. It seemed as if every other member was already a fitness god or goddess: tall men with broad shoulders and six pack abs, and women that looked like Victoria’s Secret models, with toned legs and arms, wearing crop tops to show off their flat stomach. She noticed the looks when she walked in; she felt out of place the first few days, so she decided to bring headphones with her, to have something else to focus on.

  Shrugging off self-conscious thoughts, Kelly looked at her chart. It was leg day, so she walked toward one of the free machines in the room. She was finishing the first repetition, when somebody approached her. She looked up at him. It was Michael. They hadn’t formally met, but she had stared at him since he saw her working on his biceps. Tall, handsome, dark skin, well built, obviously, and had a habit of wearing tight shirts, which Kelly appreciated. She knew his name because she had once tried to go talk to him when someone called him up and he had turned to the person, making Kelly walk away as fast as she could, hoping no one had seen her.

  She tried to focus on exercising, but when she noticed he wanted to talk to her, she immediately took off her headphones and stared at him. He smiled sweetly at her.

  “Hi! I was wondering, you think we could take turns? I just need this one and then I’m done for the day”, he told her, always staring into her eyes. Kelly tried to find words, but his smile made her forget how to pronounce them.

  “Uh… yeah…”, she let out, slowly getting up and standing to one side of the machine.

  Michael smiled
again and adjusted the weights. “Thanks. Appreciate it”, he said, sitting down.

  Kelly did everything in her power to try and remain cool. Nobody ever seemed to care about her inside the gym, but he suddenly approaches her with the loveliest smile in the world and it seems as if he just hugged her and cheered for her.

  She tried to look around, but her eyes always ended up on him. He executed the exercise perfectly, his going up and down completely straight and tightened, letting out controlled breaths every time he moved.

  He stopped at ten, and then got up and adjusted the weights again, remembering where Kelly had set them. He remembers my set up, Kelly thought. We’re getting married. She tried to think of fun stuff to say to him to try and start a conversation, but her mind was numb. Between the effort coming from her legs and the hottie standing next to her, it was hard to focus on anything else.

  They kept switching for about two more reps, and in Michael’s last turn, he noticed her staring, which made Kelly turn bright red. He just chuckled and touched her arm softly.

  “Thanks. See you around”, he said, and walked towards the men’s locker room. She smiled to herself, hoping no one would notice. From the other side of the room, Cindy saw her blush, and smirked. Maybe it’s time someone helps her back to the real world, she thought.

  After finishing her routine, Kelly went back to the women’s locker room, and grabbed her toiletries, heading for the shower. Her sore muscles welcomed the warm water, and as she shampooed her hair, she felt that rewarding post-workout feeling of happiness.