50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories

by Lexi Hunt

  Ruth waited until Melissa turned the corner and reached for her cell phone. “She’s coming upstairs baby and she’s so horny she can’t stand it.” Ruth listened for a second or two. “I don’t care if it’s illegal,” she hissed, her eyes wide and wild with lust, “go ahead and fuck her! Just remember baby, next time I get to watch!”

  Melissa climbed the stairs slowly, trying very hard to wrap her mind around the words her mother had just uttered. It was wrong, it was immoral, it was illegal, and Melissa was ashamed because it was the most erotic thought she’d ever had. There was an ache between her legs that had never been there before. It wasn’t as if she was a virgin, there had been boys, and she had truly felt she was in love with a couple of them…but this…this was shattering. It was shameful, it was degenerate…and she hurried towards her room so she could lie naked on her bed when the orgasm she felt coming took her. If she was lucky she could reach the large latex dildo she kept inside her bureau drawer before she came. Her feet took the stairs two at a time.

  Mark was at the top of the stairs. His perfect body was nude and his beautiful cock was hard and it was pointing at her. Melissa couldn’t breathe. Her breath was coming harsh and rapidly, and her body shook all over. Trembling, and totally without realizing what she was doing, her small hand reached out and curled around the monstrous erect penis of her stepfather. “Ooooh!” she cried softly.

  Melissa was dropping to her knees, her generous mouth parted, her full lips quivering as she surrendered totally to the idea that she was going to break all the rules and damn the consequences. A wild sense of total freedom, a sense that at this time and in this place, the rules were suspended for her and for Mark.

  Mark lifted her gently to her feet as she murmured “no” and tugged at his swollen organ. He tore the tee shirt with his hands, exposing her perfect alabaster body to his hungry eyes. Still feeling the orgasm roiling in her belly, Melissa preened and thrust her hips and breasts towards Mark. For now, he was her lover and it was the only way she could see him.

  He put his hands under the cheeks of her ass, and she spread her legs lewdly in welcome to her lover. Her arms went about his neck and she pulled his head to her bare breasts, hunching her hips up to make contact with the helmet shaped glans at the top of his cock. It was almost a lazy motion that she used to rub her clit around the tip of his cock, lubricating it as she felt him part the lips of her pussy with it. As big as he was, she should have felt some stretching as she ground down on the thick member, but all she felt was pure unadulterated desire.

  With the accomplished grace of a much older, more experienced woman, Melissa seated the head of his cock deep inside her. She could feel the tip pushing against the dome of her cervix as she pressed her body as close to Mark’s as she could, marveling that she could feel his nipples boring into her own, considering all the other things that were going on in her body.

  She never knew how they got from the hallway to her mother’s bedroom. “Daddy,” she whimpered into his ear, “fuck my little pussy Daddy!” She was spread-eagled on her mother’s bed and her Daddy was above her. The little girl in her totally disappeared as she writhed lewdly beneath him, her hands cupped under her small breasts, offering them to him, enticing him.

  “You like my little titties don’t you Daddy?” she asked him in a smoky, sultry voice. Her ankles locked behind the small of his back, she had him trapped, and she was rubbing her clit against the wet slippery shaft of his cock. She squeezed the cheeks of her ass and she felt the lips of her pussy tighten down and his shaft. Mark expelled a loud breath. “You really wanted to fuck me, didn’t you Daddy?” As thoroughly excited as she was, there was something in her that was suddenly stronger, something that demanded that she make him want her as badly as she wanted him in this moment…and she got a glimpse of the look she wanted from him every time she called him Daddy.

  “You’re a fucking pervert aren’t you Daddy,” she gasped, hunching against him, her belly knotting with crude and perverse excitement. “You’ve been lying around trying to sneak a look at my titties and my little pussy haven’t you?”

  Thrillingly, Mark looked sheepishly down and nodded his head yes to each question. On top of the intense pleasure of finally fucking him, Melissa was feeling the supreme pleasure of being in charge, she was calling the shots, she was fucking Mark! Melissa rolled hi over onto his back, and while her desire was no less intense, it had become less frantic. She writhed with studied slowness, she slithered slowly atop him like a snake. Melissa was extracting every single molecule of pleasure from her Daddy…and she was making it last.

  Each time she felt him about to lose it, his cum roiling in his balls, Melissa would squeeze his balls and freeze atop him. The aching pleasure of the fullness inside her was almost too much, but she managed to control it until she could begin to bring him back to the peak again. She kept dragging it out, over and over again. She didn’t notice when Ruth joined them, she just looked up and her mother was lying on the pillow next to Mark’s head. Ruth’s hand was inside her panties and she was rubbing her swollen clit slowly. Her eyes were bright as she watched her own daughter dominate her gorgeous husband with unpracticed ease.

  “Mommy’s watching me fuck you Daddy,” Melissa said in a childish sing-song voice. Mark’s eyes flew open and stared into Ruth’s lust filled face, and he began to spray the inside of Melissa’s pussy with scalding jets of thick viscous cum. Melissa felt her own orgasm spiral rapidly through her own slim body, a full body orgasm she had once read about but dismissed as pure fantasy. It wasn’t. He filled her pussy with the thick white cream and Melissa collapsed, her lungs gasping for air and her heart beating faster than it ever had before. It was long moments before she could get enough air to speak.

  She grinned wickedly. “There Mommy, you can have what’s left.” Ruth chuckled as Melissa’s head turned on the pillow and the girl started to fall asleep. “For now,” Melissa whispered, a smile coming over her sleeping face.

  SWEET SURRENDER

  SYNOPSIS:

  Sam Hampton’s life would have been total misery if it hadn’t been for his stepdaughter. His wife was a miserable bitch, and when the time came he was forced to tell her to leave. What he didn’t know was just how much the two little words “Get out,” would change his life…those words and a simple sweet surrender to his true desires.

  “Get out!” Sam roared, taking his tearful stepdaughter in his arms. Dolores Hampton’s hateful face screwed up one final time to continue her diatribe against her daughter until she glimpsed the thunder in Sam’s face and knew she had gone too far.

  “You just want the little tramp for yourself you bastard!” she screamed in semi-triumph, “keep her and be damned to you both. She’s probably a better cocksucker when I’m not around anyway.”

  “She’s better off when you’re not around period,” Sam said quietly, “and so am I. Get the fuck out of this house, and I don’t ever want to see your face again.” He shoved her out the door and closed it. The bitch had been ruining his life for years, but tonight she had started in again on Chrissie and it had been more than he could stand. It was a shame, she had been a wonderful woman once, but she had changed around the time Chrissie got her first period and began to grow breasts. It was something Sam hadn’t been able to help her with. He had grown up with four brothers and his father, his own mother had died giving him birth. No female relatives and damned few female influences in the Catholic Schools he had been educated in, unless you counted the Nuns, who somehow didn’t seem very feminine to him.

  Sam lifted Chrissie in his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. He set her on her bed and told her he’d be back the moment she was in bed to tuck her in. She grabbed frantically at his hand as if she was afraid he wouldn’t come back. He calmed her and held her to his chest until she settled again, caressing her hair and murmuring to to her. When he rose to allow her to dress for bed, he left the room and headed across the hall to his own. He grabbed two large suit
cases from Dolores’ walk in closet and began tossing her clothes and underwear inside them. He scribbled a short note telling her where he would send the rest of her possessions the next day and threw in a twenty dollar bill. She had her credit cards but he didn’t know if she had any cash. He sealed and strapped the suitcases closed and walked over to the bedroom window. He lifted the window and tossed the suitcases out onto the front lawn. He heard Dolores’s cream of outrage, but he shut the window. In about ten minutes, he watched her enter a cab. It was the last time he ever saw her.

  He knocked on Chrissie’s bedroom door and she answered in a small voice. Sam crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed, and noticed that only her bare shoulders, arms, and head were out from under the covers. She took his big hand in hers. “She was right you know Daddy, I am a whore.”

  “Don’t ever say that baby girl,” Sam said, his heart breaking for his tiny stepdaughter.

  “It’s true Daddy,” she sniffed, “I was fucking Tommy Snyder on my bed when she came in my room.”

  The tears were coming freely again, though she wasn’t sobbing any longer.

  “For Christ’s sake Chrissie, you’re nineteen years old now and you’re a woman. Liking sex doesn’t mean you’re a whore,” he said in frustration, anger with his wife once more consuming her. Sam had long since thrown off the chains of guilt, repression, and inhibition the Nuns had drummed into him as a child…Dolores never had. “Sex is a gift baby girl, and it wasn’t given to make something nasty or evil out of, it was something given to be pleasurable and for men and women to use to express their love for each other. Only people like your mother turn it into something dirty.

  “But Daddy,” Chrissie told him with wide eyes, “I really liked it.”

  Sam looked at his stepdaughter and a smile crinkled his handsome face. “I like it too baby girl.” The look on his face turned grim again, “at least I used to.” He fell quiet.

  Chrissie rolled over onto her side, revealing an uncomfortable expanse of one ripe soft breast as she took his hand. Sam glanced away. “Tell me,” she demanded.

  Sam was distinctively uncomfortable, partly because she was showing too much skin, and partly because Dolores had hit the nail squarely on the head for just a few seconds during her hour long tirade.

  Sam did gawk a bit too much at his slender, leggy stepdaughter. The truth was, Chrissie was hot enough to give any man an erection. Sam had absolutely no intention of taking action on the feelings he occasionally had for his stepdaughter. It was a natural enough reaction, and she wasn’t a blood relative.

  When a man hadn’t touched a woman in eleven years, when he’d had to rely on books, magazines, and now the internet as his sole source of sexual release, it took real will power not to touch and fondle bare skin that was readily available. With the way that Chrissie liked to dress, he frequently had a feast for his eyes, though he’d never done more than cuddle her in his lap and return her hugs.

  “Daddy, talk to me,” Chrissie pleaded.

  “Your mother was a tiny bit right about one thing baby,” Sam admitted, “sometimes I was very tempted by you.”

  “Really Daddy?” Chrissie beamed, and it was almost possible for him to see the edge of the areola of her right breast was trying to peek out from beneath the covers. “I tempted you?”

  “Don’t read anything into it Chrissie,” Sam said, “I haven’t had sex in eleven years and sometimes I get aroused when the wind blows on my pants.”

  “So you don’t think I’m sexy?” She seemed crestfallen.

  Sam took her pretty face in his hand. “Honey, don’t let your mother fuck up your life any more than she already has. You’re gorgeous, sexy, a real knockout and any man who doesn’t get horny when he sees your body is a goddam fool.”

  Chrissie sat up suddenly, the sheets pooling around her hips and she wrapped her arms around him. He felt her lips on his and he was uncomfortably aware of her hard nipples pressing into the soft fabric of his tee shirt. He hugged her back, but he closed his eyes tightly.

  “Look at me Daddy,” Chrissie demanded. He slowly opened his eyes, and Chrissie raised her arms above her head. “She hasn’t fucked you since I was eight years old?” Helplessly he stared at her, his cock swollen and rigid in his cargo shorts. He shook his head no, but he was unable to take his eyes off his naked daughter. Chrissie stood slowly on the bed, the sheets sliding aside to expose her seductive hips, the shaved mound of her pubis, and her long naked legs. He could even see the plump lips of her pussy.

  Chrissie sat down on his lap, and he was achingly aware of her nudity as she pressed herself to him, kissing his lips and tugging at his shirt.

  “Chrissie we can’t do this, it’s wrong,” he muttered.

  “I’m expressing my love for another human being who has loved me for years, a person who has given me everything, a person who has given up sex because of me…so you tell me if I’m wrong Daddy, tell me if you were lying when you said sex was a good thing.” It was said quietly but firmly, no trace left of the tearful young girl he had cradled earlier. What was worse, he had no answer for her.

  “I thought so,” she said, and resumed tugging at his tee shirt. When she had it off, she covered his well muscled chest with kisses. He was handsome, she thought, and his job kept him slim and strong. Her enthusiasm was growing by the second, and she was breathing heavily as her hands went to unfasten his shorts. There was a very large bulge beneath the zipper of his cargo shorts.

  “Jesus, no Chrissie,” he pleaded with her, “I’m your Dad for gods sake!” Chrissie pressed a taut nipple to his lips and caressed his hair.

  “Right now Daddy,” she whispered, “you’re a man who has been badly hurt, at least partially because of me. You’re a man who is nearly terminally horny.” She pulled back and gazed into his blue eyes.

  “Tonight, even though I still call you Daddy, I’m just a woman, and I hurt for you. And I’m going to do the best I can to make things better for both of us. Tomorrow things might look different Daddy, but I’m willing to chance that. Tonight you’re going to surrender to me unconditionally, and I’m going to make us both feel better.”

  Sam surrendered.

  He lifted his hips as she pulled his shorts off, and he moaned with pleasure as she took his proud length into her soft wide mouth. She sucked him slowly and tenderly, moving his hands to her breasts as she teased his cock with her tongue. Considering all the years he had done without sex, he lasted an admirably long time. He put his hands to her head to warn her that he was cumming, but she stubbornly refused to move away from the tip of his spurting cock, and for the first time in his life he emptied his load into the warm cavern of a woman’s loving mouth. Somehow, it was the most intimate feeling he had ever experienced with another human being. It was amazing. Even more amazing, his cock was still rock hard.

  “Ooooh Daddy!” Chrissie giggled, her hand tracing his erection with admiration and desire. She was so precious, so quietly beautiful as she lay back on the big bed. Her thighs spread welcomingly for him and her arms drew him gently down on top of her. Chrissie’s welcome and moist warmth enveloped his cock slowly and lovingly, and the gasps that Sam heard were gasps of pleasure as he slowly stretched his way into her depths. Her hips hitched up at him, drawing his cock deeper into her pussy.

  Her eyes closed and she clung to him fiercely, loving him. Chrissie’s heels crept up his flanks and locked together in the small of his back, and her nails dug into the flesh over his shoulder blades as he ground against her clit.

  “Mmm, good!” she panted, “Daddy your cock feels so good.” She was literally rocking with pleasure.

  Sam’s pace picked up and he was thrusting deeply and regularly into her when her face screwed up and she began to cum. He flooded her depths moments later, and they fell asleep as they had fucked, tightly wrapped around each other.

  They awakened the same way they had fallen asleep. Sam was worried that his weight might have hurt her, but Chrissie was moving
comfortably. She snuggled against him, nipping at his shoulders with her white teeth. “I like waking up with you inside me Daddy,” she said softly.

  “Oh baby girl,” Sam said sadly, “what have we done?”

  Sam had dressed in his shorts and tee shirt and called in to work, asking for and getting a day off. Chrissie’s concession to modesty consisted of one of his tee shirts over her naked body, which in the light of day was even more tempting than it had been at night.

  She made a pot of fresh coffee and then set about making bacon, eggs, an biscuits for him. The smells of breakfast heartened him, though the large exposure of skin from beneath the tee shirt when she bent over both excited him and made him feel guilty. When she bent over to serve him the biscuits, he could see right down the front of the tee shirt, all of her open to his view. She grinned widely at him.

  “Mom may be right Daddy,” she teased him, “I might be a little slut after all…I really love it when you look at me naked.” She sat down across from him with a slice of bacon and a biscuit that she toyed with. She looked mildly troubled, and then she looked him directly in the eye. Her question was framed with perfect innocence and honesty. “I love it when you look at me naked. I loved it when Tommy Snyder looked at me naked too. Does that mean I really am a whore Daddy?”