The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 23 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Kim Wilkerson

  “And results I got.”

  “I only did one today,” Nicholas said. “That’s good and all, considering that I didn’t talk to too many people today because I got held up with this old woman who wanted to talk about her life.”

  Celeste made a dismissive sound in response. She didn’t like that Nicholas was her leader, as she knew when he interviewed her that he was beneath her. Her dominance over him in sales proved that point further.

  When they arrived at the office thirty minutes later (they had went out the farthest), they found everyone else waiting on them. They got on with the end of the day activities- recognizing who sold packages and administrative business for the next day.

  Celeste checked her phone and saw that she had several text messages. They were from her ride home from work, telling her that they couldn’t make it as they had a family emergency and needed to ride up north immediately.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

  She looked up at her co-workers milling about. She knew she didn’t want to spend the ten minutes it would take to get to her house with one of them in a car, and the bus would take forever at this time of night.

  Celeste, being the bad woman that she was, decided to walk home. If she walked fast, it would only take her twenty-five to thirty minutes to get there. She took off her office heels and put on the flats that she wore in the field and left the office without saying goodbye.

  She held her head high and walked with a purpose as the scenery changed from office parks to abandoned industrial buildings and old factories. This area of town, save for the street lights and the traffic signals, was pitch black as far as the eye could see.

  Celeste looked into the blackness, expecting to see something, but she only saw what it was — the darkness.

  The abandoned industrial buildings gave way to a large cemetery, also pitch black. The entrance gate was still open, even at this time of night, and Celeste walked right on by it without a second thought. By now, she was only ten minutes away from her house. She started to feel proud of herself for walking through the “rough part of town” (as her parents would always say) without incident, and without flinching.

  Celeste heard a rustling in the cemetery. She stopped momentarily, turning in the direction of the sound.

  Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind. A large hand covered her mouth, muffling her startled scream. She was lifted off of the ground and that caused her to go into survival mode and flailed about, trying to free her arms from the grip of her attacker. She kicked her legs about, trying to trip the guy about and make him fall. Eventually she gave him an elbow to his stomach and he dropped her, temporarily stunning him.

  She crawled away from him, watching him catch his breath. He was dressed in black basketball shorts, a black t-shirt and a black ski mask to conceal his identity.

  “Look, don’t hurt me, alright, I’ll give you whatever you want, money, look, my watch is worth three hundred dollars,” Celeste said, shaking as she tried to get her watch off of her wrist.

  Her attacker pulled his ski mask off and revealed herself to be her stepbrother Chris.

  “Chris? What the fuck?”

  Even in his out of breath state, Chris laughed at her. “I told you I would get you.”

  She kicked at him but he dodged it. “You are a sick bastard,” she muttered. She grabbed her purse and attempted to get up.

  He watched her on the ground, in her suit with the pencil skirt that came to just slightly below her knees. She looked so helpless and vulnerable on the ground.

  “Open your legs,” Chris said.

  Celeste was confused and staggered to perform his command.

  “Wider,” he said.

  Celeste parted her legs as wide as the skirt would allow her.

  “I don’t think this is the time to be looking at my pussy Chris,” she mocked him. She knew that Chris had a crush on her that their parents had tried their hardest to discourage when they were teenagers.

  “Wider,” he said again.

  Celeste hiked her skirt up to open her legs wider, revealing her panties.

  “Happy?”

  “Touch yourself,” he said.

  “Are you fucking serious?! We’re next to the fucking cemetery!“

  “I said touch yourself,” he repeated more sternly.

  Celeste ran her index and middle finger up and down the front of her panties in long strokes and in circles.

  Chris quickly got down to his knees to get a closer look. Celeste heard him inhale her scent and then he ripped the panties right off of her. “Chris, chill out!”

  “Continue,” he said in a growling tone.

  Celeste held her eyes closed as she continued to touch her pussy sans panties. She took a deep breath and began to fantasize about him touching her the way she was touching herself, sticking his tongue deep down her throat and eventually taking her highly prized (at least to herself) virginity.

  She felt her pussy growing wet with each though, each circle around her aroused clit, until she forgot that she had been ambushed next to a cemetery by the very man who was the source of her dirty thoughts and the biggest scare of her life; she began to move her hips to the pleasure radiating through her body.

  She then heard Chris inhale again before she felt his tongue lick her pussy and her fingers. He pushed her legs farther back, opening her further to be pleasured by his tongue.

  Celeste removed her fingers and gave in to the sensation, moaning in the heat of the night. Chris stuck his fingers into her as far as her hymen would allow.

  He sucked on her clit and licked her lips and his tongue rolled down to her asshole, licking the untouched circle. He stuck a finger into it as he continued licking her overflowing pussy.

  Celeste held her legs open and watched him work, her moaning growing louder in the darkness.

  “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” she encouraged him to keep going, as she felt that her orgasm was eminent.

  Chris pulled away from her. “Stay like that,” he said.

  He pulled his shorts off. “Spank your pussy,” he said as he pulled his dick out and stroked it. Celeste could see the lust in his eyes.

  Celeste moved a hand in position to spank her exposed pussy. She enjoyed the slight pain of the act and she did it a few more times before he positioned the throbbing head of his penis at her hot, moist entrance. He jammed it into her, breaking her hymen.

  She let out a high pitched moan, “Oooh fuck!!!” She enjoyed the pain and he played on that, immediately thrusting hard into her, back and forth, not giving her any time to adjust. She didn’t stop moaning, and held on to her legs as he pounded into her pussy.

  Celeste watched him and begged him to, “Fuck my pussy, fuck it Chris, yes…” and he happily obliged her demand. He entered her hard and fast and at one point, he put his hands around her throat and choked her intermittently and she took all of it like a champ.

  She spread her legs a little wider and he was able to go balls deep inside of her, burying his dick to the very base inside her warm and inviting pussy.

  Finally, Celeste’s orgasm was building up once again and she begged him to fuck her harder and faster. She felt a growing soreness in her pussy and that made her even more receptive to the intense orgasm that soon followed his demand for her to “bust a nut” all over his dick.

  While she was coming down from her orgasm, he stroked his dick over her face and released a huge load of semen on her face, gripping her hair in his free hand. He gave her the ripped panties to wipe the more visible portions of semen off of her face.

  He pulled his shorts up. Celeste bent her knees and got up, smoothing down her skirt. She didn’t look at him, and he didn’t look at her until he said, “Go get in the car.” She left her useless panties on the ground, gathered up the rest of her belongings and walked swiftly in the direction of Chris’ beat up Pinto.

  ***

  Once the duo arrived home, she saw that her parents were in bed. She got into the show
er and stayed in there for almost thirty minutes, washing away all traces of her encounter; she bathed her body twice, scrubbed her face three times and washed her hair.

  She slipped into her cotton pajamas, her wet hair still wrapped in a towel and climbed into bed. Chris came into her room silently and stood over her. “Don’t say anything to them,” he warned her.

  “I’m not. I’m not stupid.”

  “Do you want to do that again?” He had an expectant look on his face.

  Celeste was silent for a moment before she said, “I do.”

  “Tomorrow night. Same place.”

  “Not the cemetery Chris.”

  “Yes, the cemetery, at least until I get paid later this week. Would you rather us be here and possibly get caught?”

  Celeste was shut down. “Okay, the cemetery. As long as you fuck me the same way you did tonight.”

  “Of course,” he said, biting his lip.

  Her pussy was still sore, and the sheer rawness of it, and the memories it triggered, enticed her to play with her pussy once more; with him watching, she pulled off her pants and opened her legs wide. Chris pulled out his dick and stroked it for her. She moaned out “Oh fuck…” rather quietly to avoid waking their parents before falling into a deep sleep after another great orgasm and a taste of Chris’ semen.

  ***

  Celeste went to work the next day as if nothing happened. She followed a similar routine to the day before — she woke up around 9, got dressed, made breakfast and caught the bus to work. She wore another skirt, a little bit further up her knee, but not office inappropriate.

  Chris had gone to work at Target by that time, so he couldn’t be spoiled by what she was wearing.

  Continuing with the momentum that she set before, she made three sales, effectively meeting her marks in her first two days to become a leader herself. As a leader, she would be able to hire and build her own team and climb the ranks to become an assistant manager, and eventually manager, owning her own business and making all the decisions. But that’s only if she didn’t marry a rich man first. For a brief moment, she thought that Chris might have thrown a wrench in her plans.

  “He’s a loser though,” she said to herself on the bus.

  Although now that her virginity was lost in such a random yet steamy encounter, Celeste believed her stock to be lowered. She would just have to impress her potential suitor with her skills and her charm.

  At the end of the day, after she sat with her leader Nicholas (who was slowly but surely trying her patience with each word he spoke) and crafted her promotion speech, Celeste began her walk home, the exact same way that she came.

  She didn’t ask for a ride this time, and she walked at the same pace and with the same intensity as she did the night before. Dare she say it, she was excited, like a kid going to play at the playground.

  She walked past the abandoned buildings, still dark and silent like they were the night before.

  She made it to the cemetery. At the exact same spot, next to the open gate, Chris emerged from the dark, dressed in more casual clothing than what he wore yesterday.

  “Let’s go inside.” They went into a dimly lighted part of the cemetery, next to a mausoleum. There, he grabbed her and started to feel her body up and down while shoving his tongue down her throat. He towered over her small frame.

  He sat her up on a large tombstone and hiked her skirt up around her waist, exposing the thong that she wore underneath.

  “Touch yourself again, like you did last night,” he growled.

  Celeste did as she was told, rubbing her increasingly moist pussy through the fabric of the triangle of her thong. She then grabbed the triangle of the thong and pulled it tight, exposing some of her pussy to him. She rubbed the fabric against her clit and masturbated with it, along with the fingers of her other hand.

  “Yeah, I like that,” he growled.

  He got down onto his knees for an up close and personal view of the proceedings and once again inhaled her scent.

  She opened her legs wider and grabbed his head, shoving it into her crotch. He moved the thong to the side and licked her asshole and the opening to her pussy while she fingered herself. She came, a minor orgasm that left the lower half of his face wet with her juices.

  He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the cups of her bra down to suck on her D-cup sized breasts.

  Her nipples grew harder with each suck and lick and pull of her equally petite nipples.

  He entered her with such force that it pushed her further up on the tombstone and she cried out into the night. He pounded into her and she held her legs spread wide open.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of her and grabbed his pants off of the ground and dug into a pocket, grabbing a tube of lubricant from out of it.

  He squirted some of it onto his fingers and rubbed it around her asshole before sliding a finger into it. Celeste spread her cheeks open a little wider. He wiggled the finger in and out of her and around to stretch her out and slipped another finger inside of her, repeating the procedure until her asshole was sufficiently loose enough for him to ram his dick inside of it.

  Celeste moaned at the simultaneous pain and pleasure and eroticness of the act and much like yesterday, he did not allow her to adjust to the feeling and he pounded into her as she fingered her pussy.

  He put his hands around her throat and squeezed and Celeste spread her legs open wider.

  “Spank it,” he growled. Celeste followed his order, lightly tapping her pussy a few times. He grabbed her hair and pulled it tight and she loudly encouraged him to keep fucking her.

  “Let me see it, let me see,” he hissed. Celeste moaned and arched her back and her body was overtaken by another, stronger orgasm. She bucked against him like a bull.

  Controlling her by her hair, Chris pulled her to her knees and shoved his dick into her mouth, fucking her face furiously until he came into her mouth. Some of his semen oozed out of her mouth. They straightened themselves up and ran to the car as a thunderclap sounded in the distance, and a few drops of rain started to fall from the sky.

  When they arrived at the house, her mother said to her, “You look like you rolled around in dirt and spider webs,” her mother said.

  “I’ve been working all day,” Celeste said with irritation. She got in the shower, but she didn’t stay in as long as she did the other night. In the hallway, she ran into Chris in the hallway. He held a finger up to his lips and slipped into her room where they masturbated for each other once again before bidding each other good night.

  ***

  Celeste and Chris had another encounter on Friday (after Celeste’s stepfather picked her up from work mid-week, an act which was met with much ire from her); this time, however, they went deeper into the cemetery, and unlike the previous encounters, this time he bent her over, ass cheeks spread wide open as he fucked both of her holes into near unconsciousness while she egged him along. “Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours,” he said.

  “You like fucking me you sick bastard, in this cemetery-ooooh shit….” She came all over his dick once again.

  He released his load onto her back and wiped the semen, his dick and her off with his under shirt before they made the quick drive back to the house. After that, Chris went out with some of his friends.

  Celeste took her shower and slipped into her pajamas once again.

  Her mother came into her room.

  “What is it?” Celeste said.

  “Is everything okay? You’ve been coming home really late from work.”

  “Everything is fine, I just hang out a little bit after work with my co-workers.”

  “That’s unlike you.”

  “Well, maybe I’m trying to be a better person, can I please go to sleep mother?”

  Her mom left her to fall asleep.

  ***

  The next day was Saturday. Celeste still had to work (a fact that she was not at all pleased with) but it was only a half day, and she was off of work way bef
ore the sun went down. Chris came and picked her up.

  They went and ate at a Mexican food restaurant. Afterwards they stopped at a few stores, including an Adult novelty store, where Chris made Celeste stay in the car while he picked some naughty items for them to enjoy.

  They went to a hole in the wall motel and rented a room for several hours. He locked the door behind them and started to get everything set up — he plugged in his portable DVD player to the room’s television. He had poured some of his father’s vodka into a plastic bottle for the two of them and mixed it with a bottle of cranberry juice. He left the toys in the black bag. He put on a porno with the DVD player.