50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories

by Lexi Hunt

  “I’m home!” Gordon called as he walked through the front door. It was almost eight o’clock, late for him, but a meeting with a client had kept him later than he expected. Both his boys came bounding from the bathroom upstairs, freshly bathed and wearing pajamas. They leaped into his waiting arms and begged him to read them a story because “Carrie says we have to go to bed and mommy said we have to do whatever she tells us to.” Gordon grinned at his boys and carried them up to their bedroom. As he walked down the hallway he met Carrie coming from the bathroom. She was dressed in her usual babysitting clothes, shorts and a tee shirt, but this time they were soaking wet.

  Gordon’s mouth fell open in astonishment…the white tee shirt was all but transparent, and the wet shorts might have been painted on with a brush. Carrie’s entire body was on display, and she was gorgeous. “I got a little wet trying to get the boys cleaned up after dinner,” she said. She made no move to cover herself, almost as if she didn’t know she appeared nearly naked in front of the older man. “If you’re going to read them a bedtime story, I’ll go ahead and change so I can do my schoolwork.” Carrie walked calmly to the spare bedroom, carelessly leaving the door open just a tiny bit.

  Gordon gulped as he saw her lift the tee shirt over her head, but he only glimpsed her bare back before she stepped out of view. Suppressing his desire to walk over to the door and peek inside, he carried the boys to their own beds and sat down to read them a bedtime story.

  When the boys were asleep, Gordon showered and put on his own shorts and tee shirt before going down to see what was left for his own dinner. Avoiding temptation, he didn’t even check the living room for Carrie, but instead walked into the kitchen to see what was left for him to eat for dinner.

  Carrie entered the kitchen quietly, watching Gordon as he bent over to look inside the refrigerator. He wasn’t bad looking for an older guy, she thought, and he had a cute butt. “I left yours in the oven,” she said, startling him.

  Gordon stood and turned to look at her. He wasn’t certain, but it appeared that she was only wearing a large tee shirt that barely came to midthigh. He was unable to suppress his erection as she walked past him to the oven and reached in to get his dinner plate. When she bent over to get the plate, his suspicions were verified. She wore no panties.

  He ate quietly at the dinner table, his mind filled with ideas that he was sure would condemn him to an eternity in hell. Carrie was hot, and the only thing between him and that fabulous body was a thin tee shirt…he needed to finish his supper and go to bed. Alone. He almost made it.

  “Mr. Hendrix?” Carrie called from the living room.

  “Yes Carrie, what can I do for you?” he asked, not intending the double entendre.

  “I need some help with my homework, would you mind?”

  Her legs were bent at the knees, and her bare feet were crossed in the air behind her. The hem of the tee shirt was so high that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were clearly visible. She patted the carpet behind her. Sighing, he sank to his knees beside her.

  “You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Carrie said, gazing at him with her intelligent green eyes. She rolled over onto her side, causing the tee shirt to rise even higher. Gordon stayed on his belly, hiding his full blown erection. Slowly, Carrie raised her right knee up and planted her foot on the floor. Her hairless pussy was clearly in evidence. “Honestly,” she said, “I never thought it would be so hard.”

  Gordon glanced quickly down, but his cock was safely pressed against the floor, out of sight.

  She laughed at him. “I meant getting you to look at me,” she said coyly, “not, you know, you being hard!” Carrie looked deeply into his eyes. “I want you to look at me,” she said.

  “If this has anything to do with that book of yours,” Gordon said, “I really need to go to bed right now…”

  Giggling, Carrie sat up and lifted the tee shirt over her head and sat before him, nude, and absolutely irresistible. She reached for him, tugging at his own tee shirt. “It has everything to do with that book of mine.” Bending him back to the floor, she took his hand and pressed it to her breast as she kissed him. “Doesn’t that feel good?” she whispered against the taut flesh of his chest, where her lips and tongue were searching for and finding his own nipples. Hers was hard against his clutching palm. “I’ve been trying for months to get your attention,” she breathed. Moving her head lower, she reached for the huge bulge in his shorts. “And this is what I want. Her hand slid inside the elastic waistband of his shorts and wrapped around his swollen cock. “I had to be careful, keep it a secret when your wife was home,” she said quietly. “I don’t have to do that now. I’ve seen the look in your eyes when I flash my boobs at you Gordon.” Feeling much more confident now, she was using his first name as she moved her pouty lips to hover over the straining head of his penis.

  “For the next couple of weeks, you can look all you want Gordon…and you can touch too!” Her mouth enveloped his cock.

  She had to have been practicing somewhere, he thought, because she took him deep inside her hot wet mouth with one slick move. Any thoughts he had harbored about not taking advantage of the babysitter imploded in his brain as she sucked him. Unlike any woman he had been with, even the ones before he met Charlotte, Carrie showed no signs of being in a hurry to get the blowjob over with…she seemed to be reveling in the oral contact. “Damn you taste good,” she mumbled around his erect organ, affirming his thought. She took her mouth off him long enough to lick his shaft and work his balls over with her tongue.

  “I saw where you had opened my book, you didn’t fold the page back,” she murmured. “Did that page excite you like it did me?” He nodded sickly. He knew now what was coming, and his cock had control of him now…his brain was helpless. Carrie’s mouth swooped back down on him, and he could feel her throat muscles grab at him as she made swallowing motions with them. Coming up for air, Carrie said, “God I’ve wanted this for so long Gordon, please cum in my mouth.” She said it intensely, staring at the throbbing prick in her hand. There was an expectant look on her face as she stroked his cock with excruciating slowness. Her eyes locked with his. “Do all your dirty girls want to eat your cum?” she asked, licking her lips.

  “Jesus!” Gordon breathed.

  “I do Gordon,” she smiled wickedly. “When you start to cum I’m going to open my mouth wide and point your cock right inside, and anything that doesn’t shoot into my mouth I’m going to lap up with my tongue. I’ve been practicing this with the boys at school, and now I’ve got it down perfect.” Her tongue reached down and lapped at his swollen head. She stroked him smoothly. “I’ll bet you have the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted,” she whispered.

  Gordon could take no more, and the tip of his cock exploded, gushers of thick scalding cum shooting up and into Carrie’s open mouth. After the second spurt, she slipped her mouth over his glans and sucked the rest of his cum from him. Then she did as she had said she would. Carrie licked up every spilled drop of his cum. When she was done, she straddled him and kissed him. “Just like in the book Gordon, just like in the book.”

  “I want your cum in my mouth Roger, I want to taste it and then I want to swallow it…and the next time your wife leaves us alone I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy!” She licked delicately at the swollen head of his penis. “Or maybe in my ass…would you like to stick this big dick in my ass Roger?”

  UNTAMED SECRETS

  SYNOPSIS:

  The job wasn’t one she particularly wanted, but Angel knew how badly Tina wanted to go to the concert. She could bite the bullet just one time for a friend and substitute for her. Angel had no clue that the rugged, good looking Terry Hendrix would stoke her hunger for wild sex before the night was out, and in the process, discover her untamed secrets…

  Her name was Angel, but it didn’t reflect on her character. She was a dirty girl, and she was proud of it. She had gone through the bad boys in school, the real bad boys, not the wannabes, in a
matter of months. She had discovered that grown men could give her what she needed by accident when she had substituted for a friend with a babysitting job one Friday night.

  Tina had called her and begged her to take her place because of a once in a lifetime chance to catch Tina’s favorite musical group live in concert. Tina had taken the job long before the concert had been announced, and she was desperate. Angel accepted the job when Tina offered to match whatever the Sullivan’s paid her for the one night job…it should be a good paying job because the Sullivan’s couldn’t give a time when it would be over, and that meant a late night for sure.

  Terry Sullivan wasn’t sure he liked the looks of Tina’s replacement…oh sure, she was hot as hell but she dressed like a little slut. He decided it didn’t matter, his three year old wasn’t going to pick up any character traits from a one-time babysitter anyway. He discussed it with his wife Flora, who agreed to have a talk with Tina before the next time they needed her.

  Just after one a.m. a very frustrated Terry came through the front door, half carrying Flora, who had gotten so drunk that she was unable to stand up. “Oh my,” Angel had said, rushing to the door. She laughed. “Do you need a little help Mr. Sullivan?”

  “It’s not funny,” Terry said, but when he saw the mischievous smile on Angel’s face he had to laugh. “OK, so it’s funny,” he said. “Help me get her upstairs to the bed.” Angel took one arm and Terry took the other and they managed to get the stone drunk Flora up the stairs and into her bed. Flora was just so much dead weight and they didn’t even try to get her dress off of her, they just covered her with a blanket and let her alone.

  “Shit,” Terry said, “She knew damned well tonight was a celebration. I had big plans for her when we got home.” He said it with a pained look on his face and Angel dropped her eyes to the front of his pants. There was no question the man was aroused. She dropped all pretense of ‘nice little babysitter’ and spoke to him as she would to one of her friends…hell, he already owed her the money and she didn’t give a damn if he never hired her again. “If you’re so horny, why don’t you just lift up her skirts and fuck her?”

  Terry stared at the small, dark haired, sloe eyed girl as if he hadn’t noticed her before. She was willow slender, and those sloe eyes were huge and dark…no way to tell if they were black or dark brown. Her raven hair hung to her waist, and she had it pulled back and to one side.

  When she saw him checking her out, she threw out her chest and cocked a hip at him arrogantly. “Do you think that just because I’m young I don’t know that men fuck drunk passed out women all the time?” she asked him.

  “It’s not a subject I thought you might be familiar with, no,” he said frankly. When I was your age we were lucky to be able to cop a feel after the seventh or eighth date. It was not entirely true, but he had gotten his face slapped more than once trying it earlier than that.

  “We do a lot more than just feel each other up these days Mr. Sullivan…a lot more.” Angel was eyeing his package openly now. The boys weren’t enough for her anymore, but Mr. Sullivan was big and brawny, and very hot with his lantern jaw and sharp blue eyes. His hair was the color of her own.

  Terry appraised her, and ripped off his tie. Tearing his shirt off and kicking off his shoes, he crooked his finger at her and motioned her out of the bedroom. “Would you like a soda?” he asked her.

  “I’d rather have a beer,” she said.

  “I won’t go to jail for giving you a soda,” he laughed.

  “There’s a lot of things you can give me without going to jail Mr. Sullivan,” she teased. “I won’t tell on you if you give me a sip of your beer.” Angel was very close behind him now, and when he stopped to turn and look at her, her breasts were nearly touching his broad chest. Her mind was racing, filled with thoughts of what a man might do that the boys hadn’t known about. Her nipples rose against the front of her shirt, and she saw him watching them.

  “Do you like staring at my tits Mr. Sullivan?” she asked him, her hands slipping up beneath them. His look was openly lustful now, and she was becoming aroused at his interest. Very slowly, she crossed her hands and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and exposing the black lace bra beneath. “I’ll show them to you, but you have to show me something in return.” She licked her lips. In just a very short time she would know if he’d play her game…and she was getting hot. There weren’t many grown men bold enough to play wild games with a teenage girl with untamed secrets.

  “Oh hell yeah,” he whispered. Without batting an eye, Terry took off his tee shirt, exposing the dark mat of black hair on his broad chest and his rippling muscles. Angel ran her small hand across his six pack abs and drew in her breath sharply. He was beautiful! Her fingers wandered up his flat belly and tangled themselves in the thick black hair of his chest. She could feel the heat building in her belly. Terry reached for her and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the deep pile carpet of his living room.

  He reached for the fastener of her bra, and when she showed no reluctance or surprise, he unfastened it and dropped it to the floor. With a subdued growl, his lips dropped and fastened on a rigid nipple. It was just what Angel needed to set her off.

  Her hands dropped to his belt and began to unfasten it. “If I’m gonna suck your cock I’m gonna call you Terry,” she said roughly, tearing at his pants.

  “If you’re gonna suck my dick you can call me anything you want,” Terrys said, roughly pushing her head down to the level of his zipper.

  Angel had no time to marvel at how much larger his cock was than the boys at school’s were, Terry eagerly thrust his cock into her open mouth and began to fuck her just as if he was in her pussy. Angel’s pussy contracted as she felt him fucking her mouth. He was wildly thrusting, taking his pleasure without a care as to how she felt or whether she liked it…and for some perverse reason, it was wildly exciting to her.

  “You like that don’t you bitch,” he said, pulling her hair.

  Angel’s heart leaped. There was none of the timidity of the young men she had been with, this was simply sex in its’ rawest form. Her emphatic “Yes!” was muffled by the thick penis thrusting deep into her mouth. It was a struggle to catch her breath when his cock penetrated her throat, especially when he broke his rhythm and held it deep inside her. Regardless of the feeling of suffocation, she eagerly sought out his cock with her lips as soon as she managed to catch her breath when he let up on her. The whole scenario was driving her wild.

  Terry groaned and flooded her hungry mouth with his cum, and Angel swallowed wildly. There was stray cum dripping from her lips and chin when Terry fell back to the floor, gasping for breath. Angel let up long enough to peel off her shorts and panties before returning to his semi erect cock. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she squatted over him, guiding him into her heated depths. She was calling the shots now. Hips writhing frantically, Angel leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders. “Fuck me Terry,” she demanded. “Stick that big cock deep in me and make me scream!” Throwing her head back, she unleashed a stream of gutter talk that first shocked and then excited him. There was more to this slip of a girl than he had ever expected.

  The sinuous twists her body made as she rode him mercilessly would have made a very hot porn flick, and the incredibly tight hot wetness of her pussy was totally indescribable. Terry thrust mindlessly into her, his hands pressed hard to her breasts. She leaned forward until their noses touched. “Save a little cum for the next round baby,” she whispered hoarsely, “as soon as you make me cum I want to feel that big cock in my ass.” Angel shuddered on him and began to cum. Terry watched her eyes as she sat up and began to finger her clit. She was rowdy and vocal when she came, unlike the docile and quiet Flora. The girl was driving him nuts. Terry held himself back as Angel’s eyes rolled up in her head when she came on him, her expressed desire to have his cock in her ass burning in the forefront of his brain.

  Angel lay back on the floor, breathi
ng hard. Her legs were spread wide and her hand was still on Terry’s cock. “Wow,” she said, “that was a hell of a ride.”

  “It sure was,” Terry sighed. He rolled over onto his belly and watched her. “You’re nothing like what I expected.”

  Angel gave him a mischievous smile. “You’re no ‘Joe Ordinary yourself’. I had no idea you were so forceful.”

  “Sex has never been like that for me before,” he explained to her. “I mean, I cum and all, but I’ve never met anyone who just really wanted to fuck. You’re kind of crazy…in the best of all possible ways.”

  “I’m not like this all the time,” Angel admitted. “But sometimes I feel all caged up like some animal in a zoo. People expect me to do this, people want me to do that, and all the good stuff is for ‘when you’re old enough.’ Jesus, I’m over eighteen, when am I going to be ‘old enough?’ I get tired of waiting…and then I get restless and horny.” She looked up at him. “And then I want to be bad.” Angel dipped her head to engulf the tip of his cock.

  Terry flipped her over onto her belly. “Sometimes,” he said, “I want to be bad too.” His swollen glans rubbed against the tight puckered rosebud of her ass. His middle finger went to her still wet pussy and collected the juices gathered there, and then came back to slather the sticky wetness on her ass. He rubbed his cock up and down in the crack of her ass, his precum adding to the moisture there. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” he asked her.