The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Orr, Pauline

  The stubble grazing her face and his sheer lust for her, had her deciding this man would represent the last act of the summer sex. Pulling his tie over his head, he allowed Tory to roam his rippled torso. He was older than her; he had to be mid-forties but was ageing in a George Clooney way. His accent and elegance had her dripping wet to have his cock inside her.

  Pushing his wife to the furtherest corner of her mind, she yanked him up close, splaying her thighs wider to make room. She undid his belt and trousers, then reached in to rub the erection outlined in his tight boxers. His panting became rapid as his dick pulsated when she pressed his cock through the fabric of his Calvin Kleins.

  It was as if he was too timid to take control. Probably a guilt trip he would later justify, alleging Tory seduced him, forcing the weak-willed man to succumb to her charms. As the back of her palm slid down the thick trail of hair leading to his public region, she decided she didn't care. When her hand clutched his shaft, she lost the pang of conscience she had for disrespecting his marriage. He was thick. She needed that dick inside her as badly as he wanted to bury it in her.

  She lent back flat on the boot of the car, undoing the buttons of her jeans. Tory wriggled out of them, providing a glimpse of her gold thong on her even golden body.

  'What are you waiting for?' she asked widening her legs to improve his.

  Tory could see the drool at the corner of his mouth. He pulled her thong aside to feel how wet she was. His groan was excessively loud, making Tory fearful security may hear.

  She hadn't been fingered since her teenage years, but his hands were long and fine. Tory presumed he was an office worker, figuring he was an accountant or from another boring profession which would account for why he hadn't been laid in such a long time. As his fingers explored her slit, she bore down, insinuating his fingers alone were not satisfactory.

  He removed them and licked them, his face beaming.

  'Undo my boots,' directed Tory.

  He unzipped them, slipping them off and placing them in the car. Tory kicked her jeans to the ground, leaving her naked from the waist down. That sticky summer weather made her vagina feel humid. She lay breathing heavily, waiting for his next move. Rising on her elbows to see what the hold-up was, Tory saw a middle-aged man delighting in the body of a nubile young(ish) creature.

  Tory reached down with her hands to spread her pussy wide, exposing the cavity requiring stuffing.

  'Are you going to fuck me or not?'

  She saw the proud purple penis approaching and waited for entry.

  'You got a condom?' he asked.

  Now she knew for certain he was married. Single men almost always carried condoms. Having somewhat killed the atmosphere with the question, she sat up straight, knocking her head on the roof of the car. Rummaging through her expansive handbag she located one.

  'Can you put it on? I don't know how.'

  She appreciated when married condoms didn't feature heavily in rare restricted sex lives. Some women may have found his inexperience or unfamiliarity with safe sex sweet, but Tory thought him immature – destined to be a poor lover.

  She rolled the latex firmly down his shaft. Tory hadn't intended the gesture to be arousing but as her tight grip on his boner secured the condom, she was concerned he might come there and then in the simple process.

  Losing was never an option for Tory.

  'Fuck me.'

  He charged his cock in. Tory was pleased at the girth. She loved the stretch at the entrance of her slit. It made her feel tight, made her feel like she was able to pleasure her partner. As predicted the excitement of having sex, severely impeded his performance. As he rammed repeatedly into her, all she could think of was a Duracell bunny – and how much cuter they were than this married midnight shopper inventing tasks to avoid returning home to his wife.

  'Fuck me harder and deeper,' she commanded.

  He obliged.

  'Grab my hips. Pull me right on your cock. Then slam all you want.'

  Obeying her instructions, he was satisfied with the depth of penetration her commands allowed. As he banged, her back would automatically arch accommodating his full length. He relished the sensation and remained lodged in her, ensuring she couldn’t wriggle away.

  Excited, he climbed into the back of the car. Because of its size it had generous room for copulation. The position became more missionary, more formal, and in Tory's view, more boring. She allowed him to grind away on top. A degree of pleasure was derived knowing this man wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless.

  'How brave are you?' she asked.

  Accepting the question as rhetorical, he withdrew to roll off her.

  'Get out,' she ordered. 'Stand where you originally were.'

  He did as he was told, forgetting he was the car's owner.

  Sitting up Tory, kept her legs wide. Her hands blindly diving into the plastic bags she retrieved a banana. It wasn’t original, but it would be a scene for him to remember her by. Guiding the banana in and out, she kept her eyes locked with his. He appeared hypnotised from her violation of his fresh fruit. Leaving one hand to work the banana as a dildo, her other caressed her clit. She licked her fingers to lube her nub, minimising the duration of masturbation required before orgasm.

  He watched in silence. When Tory shoved the banana in deep, her body rocking the car's suspension, he knew she'd reached her peak. He wanted to come to. Standing he wanked his cock in front of her. Tory played along, pretending to be enthralled with his solo performance. Having slowed the pace, her patience was wearing thin.

  Tory leapt out of the car.

  'Rub it between my slippery lips. Tell me if you like how it feels.'

  She bent slightly, resting her hands on the inside of the car boot. Without penetrating, he slid his prick between her sodden lips. As he did, Tory removed her camera-phone from her bra, lowered it between her legs and attempted to take a picture to record the sexual interaction.

  The flash was bright in the midnight skies, but he didn't notice. The snug fit of her wet lips, cosying his cock was all it took. He came instantly, clenching her hips, forcing her to remain in place as he climaxed.

  Released, Tory scoured for her thong, slipped on her jeans, threw her boots on and walked off without a word. She spun round to take a photo as he gawped at her cold-hearted disappearance and absent goodbye.

  Getting in her red VW, she took a final photo of the supermarket and headed home.

  ***

  'Done,' boasted Tory on the phone to Lauren the next day.

  'How do I know you're not lying?'

  'Wait one minute,' recommended Tory as she texted the photos to her friend's phone.

  Lauren received one snap of the supermarket entrance displaying the time as 11.02pm. The next photo timed at 11.23pm was blurry but appeared to be a penis embedded in Tory's shaven haven. The third photo at 11.41pm showed a man in a business suit with his pants down in the car park of the mega supermarket. The final photo at 11.43pm was of the exit sign of the supermarket car-park.

  'It's only been two days. How did you manage it?'

  'Oh Lauren, seriously don't you watch any dating shows. People always meet in supermarkets. It was easy peasy. I thought you'd have come up with something much more difficult.'

  'I can't believe you did it. I've got eight days before my summer sex break finishes.'

  'How are you getting on at the library?' asked Tory innocently.

  'You knew I was never going to meet a guy there. There's a no speaking policy; it's not like I can start a conversation with every good-looking guy wanting to borrow a book.'

  'What about asking the library assistant or receptionist to help you find a book on depraved sex? That'll arouse serious attention'

  'Given the employees are all women in their sixties, that's not a winning solution.'

  'Think outside the box Lauren. Have some confidence. I hope I hear from you in the next eight days.'

  It turned out Tory heard from Laure
n the following afternoon.

  'What is it?' asked Tory brusquely. 'It's bingo. You know I need to get my marker pens ready before Gran and I hit the crone coach with all the demented and dentured bingo bitches.'

  'How does your Gran cope with you talking bout her friends like that?'

  'Fuck's sake Lauren. There are no friends in bingo. I'd elbow Gran off her seat if I saw she was waiting on one number to call “house”.'

  'I need to borrow Lucy.'

  'Lauren, when you're a grown up like me you'll realise you don't borrow babies.'

  'Come on, I need her help with this sex thing.'

  'Has progress been made?'

  'Not much. Built a plan though.'

  'I don't remember my baby being a bargaining chip.'

  'Tory this isn't a game. It's you and me. You helping me to have sex this summer when I've got a week left from tomorrow.'

  'Mum's baby-sitting tonight. I can't disrupt the routine.'

  'I can't believe how difficult you're being.'

  'That child is the light of my life. The reason I live, the reason I breathe, the reason my heart beats,' professed Tory.

  'Were all those reasons at the forefront of your mind last night when you were being rogered in a public car-park?'

  'No, you've got me there.'

  'Don't you want my minge to get an airing?' cajoled Lauren.

  'Yes, but it is hard for me to overcome my competitive edge; especially on bingo night.'

  'Fine. I don't need Lucy tonight, but I want her tomorrow morning. Can I pick her up at 9am?'

  'Are you taking a sickie from work?'

  'Playing the game Tory. Be proud and help me out here.'

  'Sacrificing work for a shag, how can I refuse? She'll be ready, but if you're sealing the dealing in Lucy's presence make sure she's blindfolded. I don't want her psychologically traumatized by your whorish habits my friend.'

  Lauren hung up, hoping the hint of a plan she had may actually succeed.

  ***

  Up before the roosters crowed, not that there were any to crow in the centre of London, Lauren bathed, shaved, waxed and made herself genuinely ravishing. She had to appear single and not necessarily the baby's mother. Kids were a turn-off for men (if they weren't the fathers), thus her relationship couldn't be too close to Lucy.

  An Aunty status would be fine with a dollop of MILF in the mix. Children's reading time in the library demanded Lauren to act out a mature, committed family-oriented but sexually starved persona for the concept to be executed.

  If sex was on the cards she needed to be physically accessible. Strategically dressed, Bohemian could be sexy. A long flowing skirt would whisk up gracefully, but she'd need a tight top to get the cleavage taunting. Her big breasts were her best assets; if they weren't pendulous and pointy she wouldn't be securing any sex before summer ended.

  Her reflection in the mirror was ordinary and plain. Her flat sandals gave her legs almost no shape, the flowing tie-dyed skirt contrasted with the tight, black, low cut t-shirt. This whole débâcle wasn't Lauren's style. Frankly speaking, current circumstances couldn't get much worse.

  She'd scouted the library herself all day Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. As it was summer holidays, the library dedicated an hour each morning to a children's corner reading session. The children were supervised as they listened to the enthralling story-teller, affording parents an hour to have a drink, smoke or peruse the library.

  The children accompanied by responsible adults and carers had Lauren convinced the men in attendance were married. Tory had shrugged off her recent marital encounter stating the problem already existed in the relationship.

  She claimed she'd done nothing to damage the marriage, but Lauren didn't think her actions would have benefited the couple in any way. She wasn't sure her conscience could handle her playing an active role in a crumbling marriage.

  Reassuring herself it was a social come sexual experiment and only a one night stand, she girded her loins, placing Lucy in a chair to enjoy the literary entertainment. Lauren hugged Lucy; unlike her chatterbox, boisterous mother she was meek and easygoing.

  She'd clocked the man; trapped him in her sights. Having briefly spoken under the guise of whether the 'tale time' session would be appropriate for her 'niece' Lucy. Stocky and solid with short cut brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, he introduced himself as Ben, assuring her his son, a similar age to Lucy, adored it.

  Easing the pressure, Ben extended an opportunity to discuss the effort in occupying toddlers over a coffee in the library café, giving Lauren the opportunity to let him know she'd return the next day with her 'niece'.

  Lauren was relieved when Ben dropped his son. He approached her. Lauren knew it was all going to go wrong. She would fail miserably. Her next move had never been included in Lauren's seduction repertoire, it was far more Tory's style, but she had to bite the bullet to rapidly increase the pace between her and Ben.

  'I wondered if you might like to fuck me.'

  Ben spat his coffee across the table.

  'I know that's bold and probably the worst proposition you’ve ever received but it's genuine. I like you and I'd love to have sex with you. Today. I thought maybe the toilet. The security don't patrol it and the disabled one has plenty of space.'

  'You're actually being serious?'

  She nodded shamefully.

  'No third date rule.'

  'The end of summer has altered the rules for me.'

  'I'm flabbergasted. I didn't have you down as that kind of girl.'

  'What kind of girl am I? The boring English Rose. Mousy hair, blue eyes, translucent skin with a pear shape that can flatter no clothes.'

  'I never said that,' he said, raising his hands defensively.

  'Fuck me. Deflower me. Destroy what homely unexciting aura I exude.'

  Without another word he stood and walked to the disabled toilets. Relieved no one had witnessed the discussion in the café, Lauren followed him, after ensuring the path from the café to toilets was free from spectators.

  Upon entry, she was taken aback when he pulled her hair to tip her head, allowing his mouth to crush hers. He roughly directed her to the sink, where her arms rested. Lifting the skirt, he slapped her arse hard. Her blue French knickers were expensive and arousing. He slapped harder until she whimpered. Shoving her underwear aside, his cock went in.

  Lauren knew she shouldn't shout but it had been so long since she'd had sex, the helmet ploughing her slit had her biting back a cry. He grunted as he thrust into her. The sink was creaking with the force he used. He wasn't tall, but he was broad and solid; his muscular thighs were powerful enough to have her begging for mercy.

  'But you wanted to fuck right?'

  Grabbing a handful of hair he wrenched her head to oblige her to stare into the mirror as he continued to use her like a whore. Getting into the act, Lauren watched contentedly. Reaching for her handbag, as her hands found the phone she snapped a picture of the mirror's reflection. A thorough 'seeing to' was exactly what the doctor prescribed – the doctor being her best friend Tory. The more he banged, the more eagerly she railed down his shaft.

  Her sluttiness excited and disgusted him. His hands went to her top to rip down the middle of the v-neck. Ben smirked, wondering how she was going to get herself home with the garment unwearable. She was feigning immodesty and casual indifference but when the act was over she'd finally appreciate what a meaningless fuck actually was.

  Having not worn a bra, Ben's hands were free to maul her breasts. Their plumpness had him grabbing handfuls of the divine soft flesh to twist in his hands. Rather than pinching her nipples, he squeezed them, pulling them down low until a barely audible scream registered.

  He dislodged himself. Closing the lid of the toilet, he pushed his jeans down to his shoes and sat on the seat.

  'Well get on and fuck me.'

  Lauren was slightly alert to the danger of the situation. He was a stranger. He was strong. None of her friends or fa
mily knew where she was. She couldn't defend herself. She had actively asked, given him permission to do this.

  'Get on my fucking dick.'

  She straddled him. Annoyed at her tardiness he pulled her straight down, jerking his hips to remind her how deep he could go. The elements Lauren found annoying, were also those that had her rating this as the best sex she'd ever had. He was borderline abusive and dismissive of her, yet her body was experiencing boundless pleasure.

  Putting her hands on his shoulders, she rode hard; squeezing down low on the shaft, clenching to massage the shaft within. The sexual workout was phenomenal, but she knew her thighs would kill tomorrow. Inadvertent accidents when she rose too high and dislodged Ben's cock, had them both groaning when she imbibed him back in.