Cheri's Erotic Ten - Vol. 1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Yes,” he whispered, “the hard part is over. Are you ok?”

  I examined the sensations I was feeling. Surprisingly, there was no pain. Just a full, tight feeling, accompanied by the pleasure of the vibrator in my cunt.

  “Yes, it feels good. Keep it slow, though.”

  He nodded and kissed me. As I became lost in the pleasure of his lips once again, I felt his cock slowly press into my ass, sliding past the elastic entry ring, which stretched tightly around his invading girth.

  “Oooooh,” I breathed, loving the sensation of his thick, hot flesh filling my most intimate hole. He seemed to go on forever, until finally his hips pressed against my ass cheeks, and my anus snugged up tightly against the base of his cock.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, holding still as he kept his dick deep. It felt like it was pressing against my stomach from inside, and I panted softly as I got used to the sensation.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “Yeah. Go slow.”

  His hips flexed and he eased out of me, causing me to whine low in my throat. I had never felt anything like it, and when the pronounced ridge of his cockhead butted against my sphincter from the inside, I groaned loudly and pressed myself down on him, taking him back into my ass in one urgent thrust.

  He began to rock his hips, gently sawing his shaft in and out of my rectum, sending shivers of pleasure shimmering over my body.

  “Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,” I moaned in time with his thrusts.

  “Do you like my cock in your ass?” he whispered into my ear.

  “Oh god, yes. Fuck me.”

  He picked up speed, driving his hard dick in and out of me, his hips softly slapping against my ass cheeks.

  He shifted and slid out of my ass, causing me to groan in frustration. But he moved to his knees and pulled me up with him, so that I was on my hands and knees with my asshole aligned with his cock. The vibrator slid from me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted his thick cock back in my ass. Taking my hips in his strong hands, he held me in place as he nudged the head of his cock into my crack. Finding my relaxed anus, he prodded his knob into it, and upon gaining entry, flexed his hips hard and drove his cock deep in one quick thrust.

  “Uhhhhh!’ I grunted, dropping my shoulders and face to the bed and thrusting my ass up higher, presenting myself for his fucking. He got the message, and gripped my hips tightly as he began to stroke his cock rapidly in and out of my grasping ass. No longer tender, he pummeled my poor bum hole relentlessly, stretching it wide as he drove deep, and then actually withdrawing completely before ramming back inside, spearing into my tight ring again and again.

  Our skin made loud slapping sounds as his hips repeatedly smacked the curve of my ass. I began to tighten my hamstrings in time with his thrusts, jamming my ass back onto his jutting root, working together towards our climaxes.

  Mine hit first, causing my body to jerk and spasm as I grunted incoherently. I could feel my ass pulse rhythmically around his pistoning dick, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

  Then he was right there with me, pressing his cock deep and firing off bolt after bolt of ropey cum into my clenching bowels. The sensation set off another orgasm inside of me, and I clutched at the bedsheets with tight fists, trying to ride out the tidal wave of pleasure washing over us.

  Finally, it was over, and I slid down to lie flat on the bed. He followed me down, keeping his cock inside of me, where every little bump caused me to shudder in pleasure. His weight settled on me, and I relaxed under his warmth, dozing off.

  I awoke a few minutes later. “I better get back home. Do you know where my spare key is?”

  He thought for a moment, then said, “Oh yeah, now I remember. It’s on the key board in the garage. I’ve often thought about using it to come visit you.”

  I laughed. “Brandon, you’re welcome any time.”

  # # #

  Rockstar

  “Janie, do you have a few minutes?” My boss, Stan Gelbart, stood in the doorway of my office.

  “Sure, Stan, what do you need?”

  “We have a new client coming in, and Amy was supposed to meet with them, but she stayed home with a sick kid. I was wondering if you could handle it.”

  “No problem. But you know, Stan, my kids get sick too.”

  He smiled. “And don’t think I don’t appreciate that you make it here anyway. How old are they, by the way?”

  “Jimmy is eight, and Dana is five.”

  He nodded. Good ages. My two are both teenagers, and let me tell you, what a pain in the ass that is. Always some drama going on. There are some days I wish I could stay here instead of go home.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I’m dreading that. By the way, who’s the new client?”

  He smiled. “You make have heard of him, he used to be in a famous band.”

  My curiosity was piqued. “Which band?”

  “Heathen Fire.”

  My eyebrows rose. “Heathen Fire? Would it happen to be Trey Rocket?”

  “The one and only. So you’ve heard of him?”

  Had I heard of him? Oh god, yes. I’d had a big time crush on him back when I was sixteen. Even saw him a few times in concert. Came home with soaked panties each time. Yes, I had definitely heard of Trey Rocket.

  “Yes, I was a fan when I was younger.”

  He smiled “Big fan?”

  “Had a poster of him taped to the ceiling above my bed.” My pussy twitched at the memory. I used to lay there for hours, staring up at his lean, taut body in a defiant stance, one fist in the air and the other hand holding his guitar as his long, dark hair blew in some unseen wind. His smooth, bare chest had the tattoo of a snake curled over it, and made me want to run my fingers across his skin. But what really drew my eyes were his skin-tight black leather pants. The bulge of his cock was clearly visible, and sometimes I would stare at it with my hand down my panties, my fingers busy on my clit as I imagined what he had under there.

  “Sounds like you had it bad,” Stan said with a wry grin.

  “Oh yeah. But that was seventeen years ago. What is he, like fat and bald now?”

  Stan shrugged. “I haven’t met him yet.”

  “Why’s he hiring us anyway? Why does he need a public relations firm?”

  “Last year, he was busted at the airport with some weed on his carry-on, and he accepted rehab instead of jail time. He’s done with that now, and he wants to get in on the craze of reality music shows. He thinks if we can improve his image, he could latch onto one of those shows, or even get one of his own.”

  I shrugged. “Anything’s possible.”

  “They’re due at eleven. Does that give you enough time?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  When I got to the conference room, our receptionist had already brought our guests in, and when I saw Trey, I had to do a double take. Forget fat and bald. He was still gorgeous as ever, lean and still wearing his hair long. The only difference was some additional age lines on his face, but in my opinion, they added character. His large, full lips still looked as kissable as ever.

  He was slouched back in his chair, looking indifferent, and wearing mirrored sunglasses. His head swiveled in my direction as I entered, and even through the sunglasses I could feel his eyes on me. He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, and the head of his famous snake tattoo was visible on his neck, the body curling down under his shirt.

  I kept myself in pretty good shape, but after two children, it’s impossible to get your twenty-year-old body back. But I tried, hitting the gym three times a week, and aerobics classes on the weekend. Brent, my husband never had any complaints, and I got my share of looks from guys on the street.

  Beside Trey sat a woman in a business suit, probably in her late twenties. Her hair was blonde and pulled back in a tight bun, and she stood and offered me her hand.

  “Good morning, I’m Olivia Duncan, Mr. Rocket’s agent.”

  I leaned over the table and shook hands. “Nice to meet you
, Ms. Duncan, I’m Janice Rand, but everyone calls me Janie.”

  “And please call me Liv. This is my client, Mr. Rocket.”

  My heart fluttered as I held out my hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Rocket.”

  He stared at my hand without moving. After a long pause, he said, “If someone calls me Mr. Rocket again, I walking out.”

  Liv frowned and leaned down close to him. “Trey, we talked about this.”

  I smiled and stuck my hand closer. “Nice to meet you, Trey.”

  He leaned forward, and still seated, took my small hand in his large one. His fingers were long, almost delicate, and my heart skipped a beat as our flesh touched.

  “And it’s lovely to meet you, Janie.” The corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile. I felt his hidden eyes travel up and down my body, taking in my curves under my business attire, which was a red silk blouse and a tight black skirt that came down to mid-thigh.

  When our handshake broke, his fingers slid across my palm, and I felt a quiver go through my loins.

  Stop it, I told myself, you’re not a teenager anymore.

  “So,” I said, taking a seat and pushing two folders across the conference room table, “let’s get down to business. Here is some detailed information about what our firm can offer, What I’d like to do in this meeting is to go over everything, so that you can decide what best fits your plans. As you can see, our press packets can be tailored to meet your specific needs. Let’s discuss a few of them.”

  As I covered the details, I noticed that Trey hadn’t even opened his folder, and instead was sitting back in his chair, watching me. I tried to ignore him and focus on my discussion with Liv, but it was hard to do while your teen-age idol was ogling you.

  At one point I tried to draw him into the conversation. “So, Trey, what are your thoughts about this issue?”

  “Well, Janie, I pay Liv so I don’t have to think about these kinds of things.”

  “What about local news?” Liv asked me, acting as if I hadn’t spoken to Trey.

  I went into a detailed spiel about our ability to get stories on local news broadcasts, and decided to let Trey continue doing whatever he was doing.

  When it got close to noon, Liv looked at her watch and said, “I have to make some phone calls, so why don’t we take a break for lunch and meet back here at one?”

  “Sounds good,” I said.

  “Trey,” she said, “if you want, we can meet in the hotel restaurant in twenty minutes.”

  He waved his hand. “Go ahead, I have other plans.”

  “Very well, I’ll see you back here at one then.” She picked up her purse and walked out.

  I stared across at Trey, and there was a moment of awkward silence.

  “Do you need any recommendations for a place to eat?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “No, I have a place in mind.”

  “Oh. Well, in that case, if you’d like some company, I can join you and we can go over any questions you have.”

  He smiled slightly. “Yes, I was expecting you to join me.”

  I arched my eyebrows, slightly surprised. I stood. “Let me grab my purse and we can go. Where are you planning on eating?”

  He paused a moment, then said, “Between your legs.”

  The words didn’t register at first. After a pause, I said, “Excuse me?”

  He chuckled softly. “I want to lick your pussy. Would you enjoy that?”

  I stared at him. I must have heard him wrong. I shook my head, as if trying to wake up from a daydream. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “And then I want you to suck my cock. I’m sure you would like that, wouldn’t you, Janie?”

  “I, um…”

  “Lock the door.”

  I licked my lips and stared at him. The icon from my teenage fantasies had come to life, and was telling me he wanted to have sex with me. I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest.”

  “I’m married,” I whispered.

  He leaned forward. “Janie, I want to fuck you, not steal you from your husband. You and me, right here, no one else will ever know.”

  I could feel my insides melting, turning to goo as the reality of the situation set in. He was right, no one would ever know. And it would be just this once, my fantasies finally fulfilled. When would I ever get another chance like this?

  He seemed to read my mind. “If you say no, how are you going to feel about it tomorrow? Are you going to be able to live with that regret?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Janie, you’re a beautiful woman, and I want you so bad I can taste it.”

  I emitted a sighing moan.

  “Lock the door,” he repeated, firmer this time.

  As if in a trance, I walked to it and closed it, turning the latch. As it clicked into the locked position, I felt a twinge in my pussy, as if it knew what was about to happen.

  “Excellent,” he said, “now come here.” He swiveled his chair around to face me.

  I slowly walked to him, and he sat up straight. He spread his knees wide and I stood between them, feeling like I was in a dream. All thoughts of my family had been pushed to a far-off corner of my mind. It was almost like I was sixteen again, my youthful hormones surging through my body, churning up lust that blotted out all rational thought.

  He placed his hands on my hips and stared up at me. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get my cock in you.”

  I moaned again and felt weak in the knees, and a pulse of hot wetness filled my loins.

  Moving one hand to the inside of my knee, he began to slide it upward, along my inner thigh. A visible shiver of pleasure ran through me.

  When he reached the hem of my skirt, he kept on going, pushing it up until his fingers pressed against my panty-covered pussy.

  “Ooooh,” I breathed.

  With a flick of his finger, the silky material was pushed to the side, and I felt him explore between my slick labia, delving into my moist folds. When his expert touch found my clit, I reached out and braced my hand on his shoulder, groaning low in my throat.

  He rolled his finger over my clit for several moments, as he kept his eyes on my face, watching my pleasurable reaction to his touch. Then he hooked a finger in my crotch of my panties, and tugged them down over my hips, letting them slide down my legs and off.

  I reached out and removed his sunglasses, tossing them onto the table. His deep blue eyes looked up at me, and I almost swooned again.

  He stood, and I gasped aloud as he rose to his full height, a foot taller than me. Curling his hands around my waist, he pulled me to him and leaned down to kiss me. I was in heaven as his full lips pressed against mine, and his tongue darted out to explore my mouth. I opened my lips, inviting him inside, and he probed deep, as if fucking me with his tongue.

  His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt myself being lifted and set on the edge of the table. Then he was leaning into me, kissing me hard as he pressed me back to lie flat on the wooden surface. His hands were busy, pulling my skirt up around my hips, and I felt the cool air of the room against my pubic curls.

  Giving me one last kiss, he shifted back, kneeling on the floor between my legs, his head hovering over my spread pussy. I stared down at him, almost overwhelmed by the surreal sight of my teenage crush getting ready to lick between my legs. How many nights did I spend dreaming of this very thing? How many climaxes did I finger myself to while imagining his mouth on me?

  “Uhhhhhh!” My reverie was broken by the warm, wriggling sensation of his tongue worming between my cunt lips, pressing into my slick depths, licking over my sensitive folds.

  His strong hand gripped my thighs and pushed them back, spreading me completely for his touch. The soft licking sounds of his tongue sliding over my slippery flesh sent my pleasure even higher. I groaned against my closed lips, knowing we couldn’t make too much noise.

  But that caution was tossed by the wayside when his tongue found my clit, and sucked it bet
ween his lips. I yelped loudly, and then stuffed my hand in my mouth to contain the rest, wanting to scream from the pleasure of his slithering touch on my sensitive nub.

  He feasted on my cunt, licking and sucking at my glistening gash, his tongue seemingly everywhere at once. Once again, a sense of surrealness came over me as I thought about how his famously full lips were now sliding through the slippery cleft of my pussy.

  Out of nowhere, my climax hit, and I clenched my teeth and grunted loudly as my body began to shudder and writhe, thrashing on the table as his tongue relentlessly attacked my pussy. It took all of my willpower not to cry out loudly, as my orgasm pulsed through me in powerful waves.

  Finally, I lay back limply, spent from my pleasure. He gave my pussy a last kiss, stood, and then turned me around so that my head was below him, hanging off the edge of the table. My pussy twitched with renewed passion, knowing what was next.

  I watched the upside-down vision of my dreams coming true. His hands went to the button of his jeans, and then pulled down the zipper. His half-hard cock pushed his boxers out through the gap.

  I reached up and gripped it through the cloth, feeling its solid weight in my hand. He pulled the waistband of his boxer down, along with his pants, and his cock sprang free.

  My eyes opened wide in shock. It was bigger than I’d thought. Not quite fully hard, it hung in a droopy arc, the head pointing down towards my mouth.

  “Oh my god,” I muttered.

  He chuckled and took a half step closer, causing the large, and swollen head to graze against my lips. Instinctively, I opened them.

  The head slid inside, and I locked my lips around the raised ridge, letting my tongue swirl over the swollen flesh. My husband’s cock was nice and thick, and I never had a reason to complain, but this was a completely different league. I opened my mouth wide as he fed it to me.

  I felt the smooth topside of the shaft glide over my tongue as it made its way to the back of my throat. When it reached it, and could go no further, I was amazed to realize that more than half of his dick was still outside of me.