EROTICA:SHORT STORIES TABOO SEX ROMANCE BUNDLE DIRTY GROUP BOOKS (Menage MM Rough Gay BDSM Lesbian Foursome Stepdaddy Threesome Stepbrother Milf Daddy

by CELENE CAREY

  First HARDCORE EROTICA STORIES Printing April 2015

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  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  Table of Content

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  EXCERPT FROM - SEDUCED TO RIDE 14 THICK INCHES OF PLEASURE

  CHAPTER 1

  I’ve been in the escort business for a few years now and Max has always been one of my favorite clients. He is the kinky C.E.O. of Oupayz, a software solution company that provides seamless internet payment portal providing merchant solutions for online companies worldwide like never before. It’s like the newer more improved Paypal service. Oupayz made a profit of eight-three and a half billion dollars last year alone, hiking Max’s net worth to two hundred and fifty three billion now according to the magazines and the internet articles. He also owns other apps and software solutions that all together netted him another thirteen billion last year, but Max has no wives. He always uses our services.

  We are a high class and expensive secret escort service for the ultra-elites. I have seen and done everything and these guys, mostly older guys, kinks are strange and nastier than I had imagine they would’ve ever been. Max is the only client I have that was in his thirties, early thirties in fact, he was only thirty-two and already a multi-billionaire.

  He always arranges for me to be waiting in his hotel suite when he arrives in town. His rooms are usually top story suites with standing securities in suits and ear-piece plugged into an ear at each door jamb. I’ve always wanted to ask him if he has any fiancé or lover in his life but never do because of his usually straight to business attitude. He fucks me then I leave. It’s company’s policy.

  Not that I thought this billionaire computer programming genius would be interested in little old me, well not little, I’m a bit on the plump side, I’m the only girl in the service that is of a plus size, but I just wondered about his love life a bit. I’ve never seen any tabloid about him and a love interest. No pics of him with a skinny model or actress. Yes I do keep up with his life in the tabloids as much as I can. I’m sure that it wasn’t just me, a shapely and chubby service girl.

  The first time I met him the service told me I was to be sitting on the bed fully dressed as I awaited his arrival, which I thought was a little strange. Anyways, I always do what I'm asked. This was a bit new to me sitting here in the air-conditioned hotel room fully clothed. I’m always wearing a sexy, tight and short costume, like a school girl, a teacher, a maid, a waitress, lingerie or naked, but fully clothed is a bit odd. Let’s see where this will go I thought.

  He walked into the room dressed in a black suit white button up shirt and a black bow-tie. He looked me up and down. I was seated in the middle of the long side of the bed facing the open hotel room-door. My knees were spread open wide apart and my partially see-through material of my thin red skirt gathered crumply between my generous crotch. Underneath, I had on sexy red panties with no crotch.

  Still holding on to the knob of the door he stood there looking. His blue eyes gazing piercingly into mine instead of between my open legs which was where I thought he would have been gazing. His gaze darted into mine with a dark intent it seemed. Hidden intentions maybe. His stare was sexy yet thickly intimidating. It was almost as if I could feel a heavy weight from his unblinking stare falling on me. Somehow just his darkly ravenous sex-look turned me on and I felt a twitching feeling inside my belly.

  His greased jet-black hair was long only at the front above his forehead. The back of his hair was groomed, clipped short while the front was not so neat. It had a silky Mohawk bang that hanged to his fuzzy and shiny black brows. The sharp bones under is brows were cliffed over his eyes and casted a shadow which was what made his stare even so much more darkly intense. His face was structured with a chiseled jaw and his crotch a huge swelling bulge below his simple Armani belt. Max had a really massive cock by the way.

  I waited patiently for his orders or for him to say something but he did not. The silence that filled the room was almost as intense as his stare was.

  Max started unpacking one of his black leather bags, laying things on the dresser in a perfect line as he went. Finally, after a three minute build up, I decided to break the ice. I swallowed then asked,

  “Is there anything I can do for you?”

  He gave me another one of his piercing stares for about three long seconds and somehow my heart reacted in my chest. He lowly replied,

  “You be a good girl and sit.”

  Another three minutes or so went by and finally it seemed like he was almost ready. For what I was not yet sure.

  CHAPTER 2

  He sat on the bed next to me, placed his hand on my thigh just below my skirt where my skin was exposed, and asked

  “Are you a good girl?”

  I knew I could be really naughty at times. I replied,

  “Erm, yes I am. But I can be bad if you . . .” his face tensed, he cut me off and said,

  “Your response should be 'yes, Sir'.” He asked me again, “Are you a good girl?”

  I give the proper response,

  “Yes, Sir,” and his face relaxed a bit, he seemed pleased.

  He asked me to stand in front of him while he remained seated on the bed. He unbuckled my heels and removed them one at a time. He puts his hands up my skirt but above my panties, grabbed onto my thick waist and then tightly slid his hand around to the small of my back. He glided his hands down to my ample ass. His hands caressing all over the most private parts of my body felt like all I wanted, all I desired, he massaged with authority as if he owned me.

  He then cupped a substantial amount of the curve that creased on the underside of both my ass cheeks in each of his palms. The underside of my ass felt sensitive to his touch and I jerked a bit. He felt my body jerk and groped on to them firmly, squeezing the right cheek tighter than he did the left. He had a seriously strict stare at me with no smiles but again he looked pleased beneath it all.

  He removed his hand off my right cheek and grabbed on to the left with both hands and began kneading my ass firmly. Massaging my ass and biting teasingly above my ass, making sure the edges of his teeth gave me a nip. He bit his way down to the dimple in my ass cheek. He lightly used the nail of his thumb to make a soft line down the crack of my ass. My whole body melted inside. I lost my breath and he heard my breathing short. He swirled his tongue close to my crack then bit on the under-curb of my ass and tugged on it with his sharp teeth then shoved two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them willingly.

  He pulled his fingers off my tongue and ran his hand down my smooth thick thighs down to my knees. I could feel the streak of each finger pressing into my thighs as his fingers slid down the meat of my thighs. He removed his hand from under my skirt and did nothing. Just stared up at me and electric tingles from anticipation danced beneath my skin. After a moment he began unzipping my skirt slowly at the side.

  He shoved his hand under my blouse and groped on my busty breast through my bra all the while looking directly into my eyes as he got lewd and sexual. He slowly released my boobs, ran his hand down my mid-rift and held on to the hem of blouse. I raised both hands above my head and he gently pulled my top over my head and stopped with it mid way my hands in the air. He kissed into my deep belly button, a wet kiss with a generous amount of his soft moist tongue. He stiffened his tongue and slither the tip of his tongue from the hole of my navel up my stomach to my bra. He bit on my nipple through the bra. I gasped breathily and my bosom shuddered. He continued to totally strip me of my blouse. I was half naked and felt sexually wanted, hungered for by Max.

  He inspected me in my red see-through bra
and panties. He stared at my nipples through the thin material of my bra. Then locked his eyes onto my crotch-less panties. My pussy was plump and shaved bald.

  He brought his lips close to my ears and said,

  “Only dirty little whores wear crotch-less panties.”

  I nodded in agreement, and said

  “Yes Sir, I’m a dirty little whore.”

  “Take off your bra.”

  I unhooked my bra and my boobs bounced on my bosom as I set them free.

  “Now take off those slutty little panties.”

  I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist of my undies, slid them down to my ankles to the gray carpeted floor and step out of them. I felt the cool air-condition around my crotch and it slithered a slight chill up the hollow of my spine. My clean shaved pussy and erected nipple were all his to see. And touch. And bite. And finger. And fuck. Hard. As hard as he may.

  Now standing totally naked in front of him, he cupped each of my breasts one at a time,

  “Tight, firm breasts,” he said staring closely at them and pulled one up towards his mouth.

  He took in my nipple between his lips and then suctioned it into his mouth. Oh god I loved the feel of my nipple inside his mouth, his mouth felt so beautifully warm and moist and erotic and sweet. My nipples hardened and he tongue-sucked on my nipple only. His tongue buttery smooth over and around the broad head of my nipple as he sucked on it.

  He unlipped my nipple and stared into my eyes, my eyes were half open already intoxicated to his erotic foreplays.

  “You like when I touch you?”He asked.

  “Mhmm . . . Yes, Sir. Yes,” I moaned.

  And he swiftly grabbed onto my wetting pussy.

  His palm cupping over it, massaging and squeezing onto my entire love-box. He roughly draped the skin above my pussy and pulled on it hard. Immediately I felt my juices began to form down below and within. He spanked my clit twice and I felt a trickle of my juice on dribbling down my entrance.

  He snatched me by the arm, dragged me into the bathroom, shoved me into the empty tub and turned on the water. He left for a moment while the water filled up.

  He returned with soap and told me to start bathing. Still fully clothed he unzipped himself as he watched me lather myself up. His cock jutted out stiff and fully erect through his zipper, he was so huge. It had thick ropy veins ripping all around its girth. He formed a fist around his cock and began to screw his fist up and down around his massive cock.

  I raised one leg straight up with pointed toes out the water as the slippery soapy water dripped off my smooth skin and I rinsed my leg. He began to stroke his cock faster. I raised my other shaved leg up and spread my legs apart. He bit his lips furiously and began pumping his massive cock harder. He undid his bow-tie and stripped down to his underwear with impatient swiftness. Max is even more good-looking undressed. Arms, chest and abs sculpted. I stared at his sexy masculine belly and the muscular “V” shape that ran down into his white boxers.

  With his cock still poking, he knelt down next to the tub, and started to help me rinse off. He touched my breasts, belly, and squeezed on my thighs. I could feel my pussy getting juicier and slippery even in the water, I could hardly contain myself.

  His hand crept further and further up my thigh until I could feel his palm grazing my already swollen clit. I began to writhe around a bit. I let out a soft moan and it seemed to have soaked through him in a pleasing way. He teased me a little more, toyed with my clit gently before stuffing his pinky finger inside me.

  CHAPTER 3

  He commented on my tight little pussy, and asked if ‘all the boys go crazy for it?’ Suddenly he pushed the drain on the tub, and pulled me out.

  Without drying me he led me to the next room by a clump of my wet hair. Max sat on the bed, knees together and threw me across his lap. He crept his finger up the back of my thigh and stuck his middle finger inside me, even harder than before this time. Then stuck another fingers in my pussy. He fucked me with his two fingers for a moment.

  “Do you like it?” He asked.

  “No, Sir.” I said.

  “You’re a fucking liar.”

  I was. I was so wet that cum was dripping down my thighs and all over his two fingers down to the last knuckles. I love it hard and rough and he knows it. He grabbed my throat with one hand, and pulled my ass further up with the other.

  Smack!

  He spanked me so hard I cringed. Three more, right in a row. I could then feel his fingers inside me again. It was stretching me. Not two this time. It was more. Was it three or four of his fingers this time? Fucking me harder and faster. Oh fuck it felt so good. I knew I was going to squirt all over his hand and lap.

  He stood up, stood me up and pushed my head into the bed. I lay bent over the bed waiting for what was to come next and tried to catch my breath. The next thing I felt wais him grabbing my wrists with one of his hands. He was putting his cock inside me. I have seen its size and I know it would hurt.

  He whispered in my ear,

  'Dirty little whores, get treated like dirty little whores.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I replied, dying to be fucked hard from behind by his big swollen cock.

  Still fucking far down into my wet pussy he began rubbing my clit rhythmically. The motion of his hard fingers on top of my clit felt like circles, I started to quiver. Quivered harder about to fucking cum. He stopped just before I was able to cum. Damn him.

  “You’re not allowed to come slut,” his voice was thickly raspy and horny. I’ve never been called a slut sexier. It made me want him even so much more.

  He grabbed me by the hair again as he pulled out, and put me on my knees in front of his cock, water still dripping off my body, the full length mirror ahead of me on the wall for me to see myself.

  “Lick your pussy juice off my balls,” he commanded. I watched myself on my knees in front of him in the mirror for a short second, and then I did.

  “Do you love the taste?” He asked.

  I nodded that I did and licked his balls clean of it. Then I moved onto his stiff hard cock, as my mouth went to swallowing the head he shoved its length down my throat. It hit all the way at the back of my throat, I wanted to gag. I used my throat’s muscle reflex to take him in even deeper. He fucked my mouth beautifully, until tears began streaming down my face. He wiped my tears and threw me back onto the bed.

  “Did you think you were done, you little whore?”

  Actually, I did. How has he not cum yet? He pulled my legs to the edge of the bed, and examined me. He went to get something off the dresser.

  “No peeking,” he told me without looking back.

  He returned and stood over me.

  “On all fours,” he commanded.

  I went on my hands and knees, arched my back and shoved my ass out. I could hear the sounds of him licking his finger as the other spread one side of my ass. He started to slide his wet fingers inside my worn pussy. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and I could feel his warm breath close as he examined my opening again.

  Just then he leaned over and showed me what he had brought from the dresser.

  “You’re not going to be pleased,” he said in a raspy gritty tone.

  CHAPTER 4

  Damn right I wouldn’t like it.

  I was going to love it, it was everything I’ve dreamed of. Not only was he holding a cucumber in his hand but it was the biggest fucking cucumber I had ever seen. He grabbed me by the throat again as he rammed it into my raw pussy. Stretching me deep. Stretching me wide. It hurt and I loved tight sharp stringy tension of stretching the elasticity of my entrance wide open.

  “I want to see you cry,” he told me, as he pushed it in further twisting as he went.

  “You won’t think of being a dirty little girl for the rest of the week will you?”

  “'No, Sir.” I said with tears streaming down my red flustered face.

  He wanted me to beg him but my pussy was soaking wet again and I wanted him to
thrust it harder down into my cunt so I could feel it stretching the length of my passage way thin.

  “Please Sir, it hurts.' I whined but secretly dying for more. I wanted him to fuck me harder with the cucumber.

  “Louder!” He gritted.

  “Please, please Sir, stop. I’ll be a good girl.”

  He pulled it out, and began examining my hole closely for the third time.

  “You look ready!” He said sounding quite pleased.

  He pushed his fingers together and began sliding his entire hand inside me. I could feel each knuckle as he slowly forced it further and further up my gaping pussy. His hand was filling me up. Inside felt crammed to the limit. He shoved in so deep it was stretching me thin far, oh so far up my cunt. Suddenly he pulled his fist out of me, flipped me around onto my back and spread my legs wide. I could see a darkly determined look on his face and knew he wasn't done punishing my pussy as yet. My entire pussy was terribly pink now. He was the perfect master.