50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories

by Lexi Hunt

  Today would change all that. Ariel had rented a penthouse suite at a very expensive hotel (nothing like the modest apartment she had rented near the university, which she would be moving into in a couple of days), and she had ordered a very special lunch catered in the suite at one o’clock. The plan had been conceived over a period of months, and she had enlisted the aid of a former high school teacher who was so enamored of her that his cooperation in arranging the suite rental and the champagne and food service had cost her only an hour in his bedroom with his cock in her mouth. The appointment he had set up with Martin in the suite for one o’clock was the last part of the favor. It hadn’t really been necessary to blow him, but Ariel had thought he was sweet and she was curious about her actual skills at seduction, having only tested them on boys her own age.

  Ariel glanced around the bedroom she had grown up in, looking to see if she had missed anything important in her packing, and left her room for the last time. Frances was on an airplane headed for some realtor’s convention in New Orleans after an all out row with Martin the night before, and she wouldn’t be calling home tonight. Ariel was almost certain that Frances cheated on Martin, but she’d never had any proof. It wasn’t important. Martin would be in the right frame of mind for her plan to be effective. If she’d been able to, Ariel would have arranged the fight herself.

  At noon she checked into the hotel, blushing as she felt the hot glances of the hotel manager and the bellman, reassuring her that she had made the right choices in clothing. No one asked her how old she was as she paid with the brand new credit card and was escorted to the penthouse suite. The bellman’s skin flushed as she tipped him and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, allowing him a generous peek at the very expensive push up bra as a kind of litmus test of its effectiveness. Apparently she passed because when he left the room he was still blushing, and trying very hard to conceal the physical manifestation of his arousal.

  The desk called up and informed her that her guest had arrived and she told them to send him up. Moments later there was a knock at the large double entry door and Ariel felt a very pleasant tingling in her belly. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and she had spent many nights lying naked in her bed, frantically rubbing at her clit and dreaming of this day. A great deal of her pleasure would be the result of how much she could excite Martin today…and she was going to pull out all the stops. The formal seduction of Martin Anderson was underway.

  “Happy Birthday Daddy!” Ariel said quietly as she opened the door. He was dressed in an expensive suit and he was surprised to see her. He started to talk and Ariel silenced him by draping herself across the front of his body and kissing him softly on his lips. There was nothing daughterly about the kiss.

  “Frances is going to shit a brick,” Martin said breathlessly as they stood in the doorway, holding each other lightly.

  “Mother can do whatever she likes,” Ariel said firmly and quietly, “she’s not my problem anymore.”

  “Ariel, I’m not so sure this is a good idea…” Martin began.

  This was going to be a little harder than she had expected, Ariel thought, and decided suddenly that the lunch would taste as good cold as it would hot. Her fingers went to her throat, her green eyes riveted to Martin’s blue ones, and she began to open the buttons of her blouse. “I am,” she whispered. The door closed behind him and the expensive green blouse fluttered to the floor.

  She led him to the huge master bedroom and turned to face him. Her hands worked magic at her waist and the light green pleated skirt fell to the floor. She wore only the expensive bra, a wispy, flimsy, brief pair of white panties, and the white heels. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time Daddy,” she breathed, reaching behind her for the clasp on her bra. When she shrugged her shoulders, causing the bra to join the skirt on the floor, she tugged at his hands and placed them on her small firm breasts. Her nipples rose to meet his palms and she knew she had him.

  “All those times I showed them to you,” she whispered softly, “and now you can do whatever you want with them.” His hands clutched convulsively at her and she smiled, thrusting her hard belly against the swelling in his well cut trousers. “Oh that feels so good Daddy,” she murmured into his neck…and it really did feel good.

  Martin’s hand wandered south over her belly towards the thin panties. “There’s something kinky about me standing here with your naked tits in my hand and having you call me Daddy,” he said.

  “I like kinky,” she said, guiding his hand into her panties. “Oh fuck Daddy that feels good,” she whispered. Ariel shivered as his middle finger poked up inside her damp pussy. The buttons on his shirt were hard for her to open, but she managed. The buckle of his belt was easy, and the fastener on his pants was easier still. She dropped his pants to his ankles. And pushed him back on the bed.

  He kicked off his shoes and Ariel tugged at his socks and then he was gloriously naked. It was the first time she had seen him like this, and she knelt on the bed, running her hands over his trim muscular body. It wasn’t long before her small hands were wrapped around the treasure she had been seeking since the first time she had felt it brush against her ass. She lowered her face to his sculptured abs and stared at the beautiful swollen cock, hefting the soft sack beneath it and marveling at the soft silky feel of his skin.

  The money had done wonders for Ariel’s self confidence, and the hotel suite had removed any chance of her Mother walking in on her. She sat up and stretched in front of Martin, allowing him to drink in her nude loveliness and loving the lust in his eyes. “This is for you Daddy,” she whispered.

  His cock tasted faintly salty at first, but the clear precum tasted faintly of the honeyed almonds he was always eating as a snack. Ariel nibbled the rigid shaft of his cock with her full lips and lovingly watched Martin’s face as he willed her mouth over the thick helmet of his glans, but she wasn’t going to give it all to him at once. With the flat of her tongue she lapped at the ridge of skin beneath the head, where she knew the nerve endings were gathered. She sucked the skin between her lips and then traced the outline of his glans up to the slit in its tip, poking the tip of her tongue inside. She took his swollen glans inside her mouth only after she heard his soft moan and felt his hands in her hair.

  He didn’t beg, but he moaned…Ariel thought it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, and he pushed her head down on his cock. It was the first time she had sucked Martin, but it was not the first cock she’d had in her mouth. Oral sex was something that she enjoyed, as much because of the power it seemed to give her over men as for the taste and feel of manflesh in her mouth. Having a dick in her mouth sent little tingles all over her body and started a fire in a hot ball at the base of her spine.

  Ariel took extra care to rub her hard nipples against the skin of his belly as she turned her face towards his feet. It was easier to take more of him into her mouth this way…she had learned the trick in the front seat of an old Pontiac. As her lips closed around the base of his cock, the glans lodged firmly in her throat, she learned that Martin had a few techniques of his own to show her. His hands grabbed her hips and easily lifted her lower body into the air. He lowered her pussy onto his face, her legs on either side of his neck.

  She felt his hot breath on the sensitive skin between her legs, and her head swam as his tongue licked delicately at her puffy swollen labia. In Ariel’s limited experience, there had been nothing to compare with how exciting this felt. The humming sound she made in her throat was unintentional, but Martin responded wildly to it. His hips began to rise and fall, sliding his thick shaft in and out of her throat as if he were fucking her, and his tongue began to lick the sensitive skin of her clit. The combined sensations were entirely too much for her and she began to hump his face.

  Ariel’s thighs tightened around Martin’s face as she started to cum, and she felt his balls begin to jerk in her hands. When her orgasm blanked out everything around her, she felt the hot blaze of his cum in her thro
at and she swallowed to keep from choking on it. It was not intentional, but it seemed to drive Martin wild. They lay on the bed, unmoving, recovering from the intensity of the mutual orgasm.

  When she caught her breath she crawled off him and lay down beside his firm smooth body. “That was amazing Daddy,” she whispered.

  “Yes it was baby girl,” he said, leaning up on one arm and running his free hand over her body. The tingly feeling beneath her belly started up again, and the ball in her belly was hotter than the first one.

  He sensed the quickening of her breath and he sat up, gazing deeply into her eyes. “I guess lunch is just going to have to wait,” he said.

  Ariel spread her legs wide in blatant invitation. “I guess it will,” she whispered, “Fuck me Daddy.”

  SWEET POSSESSIONS

  SYNOPSIS:

  She thought she wanted him to ravage her, to take possession of her body and use her mindlessly, giving her endless pleasure…that way she could continue to believe in her own rightness, her own purity being corrupted. When the moment of truth comes, it is Melissa who takes sweet possession of her stepfather’s body.

  There was no denying it…Melissa Crawford wanted her stepfather. Sometimes, like now, the desire was so strong it was dizzying. She had just come from her bedroom and she could hear her mother running the vacuum in the living room. Dressed in the same old tee shirt that Mark (her stepfather) had given her years before that she used in place of a robe when she got out of bed, she met Mark on the stairway as she headed for the kitchen.

  Melissa had reached out to hug him from two rungs higher on the stairs than he was and his open mouth had surrounded her right breast. Neither of them had jerked away from the contact. Melissa had sighed and pressed her nipple further into his mouth, and Mark’s free hand had slid beneath the thin tee shirt to cup her left breast. Melissa had gasped and pressed her pussy against his rock hard midsection and Mark’s teeth had automatically closed on her nipple. Melissa’s orgasm had been a small one, but it had been instantaneous. Mark had felt it too, and the two of them had jerked apart and gone their separate ways quickly. Both were blushing.

  Mark had headed for the bathroom and closed the door behind him, and Melissa had managed to get to the kitchen and sit down. Her nipples were still rigid and clearly visible against the front of her nightshirt. She heard the vacuum shut off and the sound of her mother pushing it into the laundry room in the kitchen.

  “Jesus Melissa,” Ruth said to her daughter, “I’ve warned you about getting dressed before you come downstairs in the mornings!” Her eyes took in Melissa’s slender frame and elegantly shaped breasts…they were small but sexy. The tousled,wavy black hair hung like a dark cloud around Melissa’s face, and her doe eyes had the unintentional ‘bedroom’ look of the just awakened. “If Mark sees you like that he’s going to be horny as hell all day and I won’t get anything done at all!”

  Mark was five years younger than her Mom and she was always giggling like a girl a his terminal horniness. She seemed to find Mark’s extremely sexual reaction to Melissa rather amusing, and she found Melissa’s shock at her hints that Mark might want to fuck her amusing as well. What Melissa did not know was how Ruth used her to make Mark horny…and how it worked every time she tried it.

  Ruth had no problems making Mark hard, unlike her first husband, who hadn’t really been hard since he had found out she was pregnant with Melissa. It seemed as if he felt his husbandly duty was done once Ruth was pregnant with their child. So he didn’t have to bother with that messy sex business anymore. Ruth had spent years of frustrating nights masturbating in secret before she had met Mark at a fitness center. The first time she had seen him he was wearing only a pair of athletic shorts and some running shoes. His skin had glowed from his recent workout and his abs stood out in stark relief against the tanned skin of his hard. His surfer’s cut sandy blonde hair was rumpled cutely and his enormous erection as he watched Ruth doing her stretching exercise was more than impressive. Ruth had lost her mind. Ignoring the other people in the gym, she had put her finger on Mark’s hard belly and pushed him to a corner where most of the people couldn’t see them. Staring Mark directly in the eyes she had peeled the top half of her exercise leotard to her waist, exposing her small perfectly shaped breasts and hard belly. Slowly she had sunk to her knees, eyes still locked on his, and freed his huge cock. As it jutted out towards her face, she said four words to the spellbound Mark…”Cum in my mouth.” The words were spoken quietly, and there was no question that she meant it. Two hours later a happy, sated Ruth had entered the office of the family lawyer and asked him to file divorce papers against her husband Walter.

  “Are you sure Ruth?” asked the dapper, attractive older man who had been their lawyer for fourteen years. He came around his desk and sat beside her, placing his hand on her shoulder in nothing more than a gesture of friendship. Ruth had calmly looked at him, and then knelt between his knees, baring her breasts and freeing his cock from the expensive suit pants he was wearing. With a wicked smile she had told him the same thing she had told Mark. When she was done, and wiping gobbets of his cum from her chin and breasts and then licking it off her fingers, she spoke again. “Does that answer your question Blake?” Her divorce was final in record time, and Ruth got everything, including full custody of Melissa.

  Ruth looked ten years older than her then seventeen year old daughter, but she was actually twenty years older. They looked enough alike to be sisters. Mark took Ruth to bed frequently and well, but Ruth was starved after seventeen years of either masturbating or doing without and sometimes he flagged a little after the first two or three ‘rounds.’

  The very first time Mark was slow to rise after cumming in Ruth’s hot pussy, Ruth had humped her hard clit against his hip bone and rubbed her breasts on his ribs as she whispered things into his ears until she found something he responded to. She had tried everything, from describing herself having sex with another woman, to threesomes of both kinds, to them watching each other have sex with other people, anal sex, her mind sank into the delicious gutter of forbidden sex and wallowed in it. Mark was enjoying her lascivious conversation, one sided as it was, and it was erotic to feel her working herself into a lather rubbing against him when he heard the words that turned his cock into a bar of iron. Ruth caught on immediately and she began to explore the subject further.

  “Ohhh, so that’s how it is” Ruth said, tugging at his hardness, her fingers exploring the swollen head of his cock, “you’ve got the hots for my baby girl!” Mark was caught by surprise and he admitted it. Ruth didn’t care, she had found his trigger and she used it ruthlessly, pun intended, manipulating and sucking his cock and balls, describing Melissa’s tender young body and all the things her natural lewdness could envision or imagine the two them doing to each other. She had finally taken Mark’s cock deep within her in one rapid thrust and held him tightly as a mighty jet of cum spewed against the dome of her cervix. It was the wildest, most intense orgasm of her life. Her pulse slowed and Mark was still semi hard inside her when she mentally pictured that last huge jet of cum splashing into Melissa’s throat. Ruth came again, her pussy squeezing hard on Mark’s half limp cock.

  Ruth was brought back to the present by Melissa, who stared at her mother in shock. “Mother!” The look on Melissa’s face was priceless, but Ruth contained her mirth.

  “Don’t look at me like that baby girl,” Ruth said, “you’re running around the house all but naked and Mark is just a man. He’s not your real father, there’s no blood relation. It may not be legal but there isn’t much of anything more natural. One of these days your hot little body is going to be too much temptation for him and he’s going to toss you on the floor and fuck you til your eyes bug out!” Ruth had to squeeze her thighs shut to keep her pussy from flooding, but what she saw in her daughter’s face pushed her over the edge and she had to grab a chair to keep from falling as she came.

  Melissa didn’t notice, she was having diffi
culties of her own. Her stomach clenched and her nipples stiffened, and a ball of heat burst into flames just above her pelvic bone, deep inside. The fluids gushed from her opening and soaked the back of the thin tee shirt where she was sitting on it. Melissa bit he lower lip to keep from crying out and her hands clenched the seat of the chair until her knuckles whitened as she came in explosive relief. Her heart’s pounding slowed and her blood pressure dropped back into human range and Melissa kept her eyes focused on the floor, hoping against hope that her mother hadn’t noticed. She mumbled something about going upstairs and stood up.