The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 37 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Rebecca Milton

  “Yes!!!” she cries out.

  “You can’t slap me now, what are you going to do about it?”

  She bucks faster into me, meeting my every thrust, moaning. I grab her hair and pull it hard.

  Suddenly, she pulls off of me and turns around — awkwardly due to her hands being tied, and sucks my dick as if it is her last meal before her execution. Now I’m the one moaning, and I meet her lips, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Before I know it, I’m coming into her mouth, a powerful, intense climax. She swallows every last drop, and opens her mouth to show me.

  I’m not finished with her however, and I push her onto her back and begin to play with her clit with my thumb, while pushing two fingers in her snug pussy. She arches her back and lets out a loud moan. “Harder.” I shove my fingers harder into her, as if I’m trying to find something, while circling my thumb over her clit. Her pussy juices get spread everywhere and she bucks into my fingers.

  She lets out one final cry, and her orgasm begins. It is wild, intense, and almost scary even. I feel her contractions on my fingers and her bucking nearly gets out of hand, but slows down until she is gently rocking on my fingers. She takes in a deep breath. “I can get used to that,” she says after a while.

  “Joanna, I’m sorry,” I respond while I untie her hands.

  “We’re having a baby.”

  “We’re what?”

  “We are having a baby. I took a pregnancy test and I’m pregnant.”

  My mind is blank. Nothing I want to say will sound good. My silence is not helping anything either.

  Finally, I say, “What do you need?”

  “I need for you to be cool.”

  “I am cool. I’m very cool, like a cucumber right now,” I lied.

  “Be cooler than that. This is going to be hard, for both of us.”

  “We’ll be good.” I calmed my breathing.

  “Just keep it in perspective. We’re having a baby. Maybe making sure that baby doesn’t go down the road I did will allow you to make up for it. And I can make up for my life too by doing right by this baby.”

  I nod. She snuggles in close to me. I turn off the TV and we lie together in the dark until we both fall asleep.

  ***

  The harder part was telling my father.

  I caught him when he was coming into the house from the hospital.

  I didn’t ask him to sit down or anything. “Joanna’s pregnant.”

  He put his jacket on the back of the couch. “Son, you didn’t think to use a condom?”

  “Hm, let’s see, in between planning to kidnap my rebellious stepsister and actually kidnapping my rebellious stepsister…no, condoms never crossed my mind.”

  “You can’t have a baby right now,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “You’re suggesting that I tell her to abort the baby? Oh, that’s just rich. Do you not understand what I, what we did to her? She just said that this is the thing that will finally make her get her life together and you want to take that away?

  “Son, it shouldn’t be up for discussion.”

  “But it is.”

  I stood my ground with my father. “I can’t do that to her. I won’t. You’re having a grandkid. I can support the kid, I’m not asking you for anything, but we can’t do this to her. She’s doing well.”

  “I don’t like this.”

  “And I didn’t like that you asked me to assault Joanna, but I did it and I’m living with the consequences of that. Maybe you should too.”

  I left out of the room before he could say another word. I see why my mother left him.

  ***

  For the first time in over a year and a half, Isabella opens her eyes. She looks around, trying to get a sense of her surroundings. Her voice doesn’t work yet, but a flash of recognition crosses her eyes when she sees the three of us at her bed side.

  My father takes her hand in his and begins to cry. “I missed you so much.” Joanna is holding our newborn son Conner in her arms, and introduces him to his grandmother. “Mom, look, it’s your grandson.”

  Isabella tries to register some shock on her face, and almost comes close.

  “Nurse!!!! She’s awake!!” My father yells. The nurse comes into the room and begins to check Isabella’s vitals.

  “I’m so glad we never gave up hope,” my dad says.

  “You not giving up on her is powerful in and of itself,” the nurse adds. “Even if she isn’t conscious, she knows that you were there for her. That’s invaluable.”

  He walks ahead of us, ear attached to his cell phone because he’s calling everyone to let them know that Isabella is awake.

  “We still have a long road ahead of us,” Joanna says.

  “She’ll be good as new in no time.”

  “She will. And then she can play with her grandson.” She kisses Conner on the forehead.

  “And have a better relationship with her daughter as well,” I add.

  “Yeah, definitely.”

  ***

  It was a long hard road for Isabella to get better. She had to relearn everything — how to walk, how to talk; she had to get her motor skills back in shape, and her physical self in shape as well, because she experienced muscle atrophy from lying in the bed for all of that time.

  She wasn’t 100% until Conner had started walking and getting potty trained. She beamed with pride when he made some awkward steps towards her, sitting in her wheelchair; she held her hands out for him and he fell into them, laughing. They clutched one another tightly and she kissed him on the cheek.

  ***

  Joanna was finishing up dinner in our apartment. Connor was asleep in his bed.

  I closed the door quietly and put my stuff up from work.

  “How was school today?” I asked her.

  “It was fine, I only had one class today.” She turned the stove on low. “It’ll be another hour.”

  I smirked at her. “Good.” I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. She squealed slightly as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced around one another. My dick grew hard.

  I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed. As soon as her arms fell from around her neck, she was tearing at my belt buckle, undoing it quickly. She pulled my hard dick through my boxers and licked around the head.

  Her hands went up and down my shaft while she circled the head and I shuddered. Eventually, she put the whole thing in her mouth and sucked on it like it was a thick milkshake through a straw.

  I grabbed her head and let her do her work, until she pulled off of me and started to take her clothes off. Despite having had our baby, her body was still in great shape. I took my clothes off and joined her in the bed.

  Like a cat, she rolled the two of us over and straddled me, slipping me inside of her wet cunt. She rocked and rolled on top of my pelvis and I grabbed her tits and squeezed them gently (because she was still lactating). Then I grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on top of me. Her moans came out sporadically and her bouncing got harder.

  Eventually I turned us back over and slipped my dick back inside of her. I pounded into her and with each thrust she let out a short, high-pitched moan. She held her legs open for me so that I could see myself going in and out of her hot and wet pussy.

  The bed starts to squeak beneath us as I steadily increase my pace until Joanna is yelling loudly and her hands and arms are tightly around my neck, and her breath is hot on my ear. Her body stiffens up and she came ferociously. I soon followed suit.

  I rested my forehead against hers and caught my breath, and let the light coat of sweat dry off of my body. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling at me.

  “I love you Dave,” she said sweetly.

  I smiled back. “I love you too Joanna.”

  ***

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  One Day

  by

  Inez Eaton

  Sarah had just kissed her husband, Tom, good-bye and was finishing dressing for work herself. She had already made the bed in their ‘spacious, yet tasteful’ apartment, as Tom called it, and sighed to herself that unfortunately the bed was not hard to make as the sheets stayed pretty much in place these days. It had been a month since her bed sheets had landed on the floor and Sarah was starting to get quite frustrated and sad with the predicament.

  Tom and she hadn’t fought. In fact if they had she would have felt better. At least then there would be a chance for making up. They didn’t have any money problems they were worried about, they both had good jobs and Tom had just gotten a raise and promotion in his. He had worked for years at the advertising agency and worked his way up to his own team and several impressive clients.

  Her job was fine too. She was the second in command at YOUR MAGAZINE and found herself with challenging work and the ability to make her own schedule. But what did your own schedule matter when your sheets hardly moved during the night? That was the question on her mind this morning as she was looking for her other taupe high heel.

  In the middle of tossing things out of her closet her cell phone rang. She quickly checked it to see if there was a crisis at work and instead saw that it was her best friend Amy. “Hi, Amy! Argh! Just in time, I can’t find my other taupe high heel. Any ideas where it might be?” she said with a chuckle.

  “Yes, I’m sure it will be the last place I look. I mean who keeps looking after you’ve found what they are looking for? …..No, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m alright. Wait! There’s my shoe! OK, where was I? ……Oh yes, well, it’s just that making the bed is just too easy, if you know what I mean. ……No, we haven’t been fighting at all. Maybe we should. Maybe I should find a reason and then we can just make up. But so far no go. …….Listen, I just noticed the time. Have a great one, I got to go.”

  Sarah hung up her phone, finished putting on her found high heel and took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t had to clock in at the office in years, but she prided herself on always being there just a little before Mrs. Collins. Then after the morning meeting she could go on and do as she pleased. And even though she was sad about her ‘not messy’ sheets, she was not going to let that change her spotless record at the office.

  One of the perks at the magazine was transportation each morning to work. She didn’t have to worry about traffic or subways, the magazine always had a “man” waiting for her. This morning was no exception.

  As the door man opened the outside door for her, noted the beautiful day for her and wished her a good one, she put on her sunglasses, gently flung back her auburn hair and forced herself to walk slowly and deliberately to the limo. “Good Morning, Ms. Hall. Beautiful morning isn’t it?”

  “Yes, it is. Thank you. Straight to work this morning, please,” Sarah answered in her business monotone voice.

  “Yes, ma’am. Straight to the office,” the driver answered as he shut Sarah’s limo door and then quickly got in to drive to the YOURS administrative offices.

  Traffic wasn’t too bad this morning. Sarah did not have much time to consider her marriage dilemma before the driver had parked and helped her out of the limo. The office doors were opened by a door man there also.

  “Good Morning, Ms. Hall. Beautiful morning isn’t it?” said the doorman.

  ‘These service people really need to work on their lines,’ Sarah thought as she had answered the same mundane questions three times now this morning. ‘Not much different than my marriage with Tom, I guess. Maybe soon my whole life will be like the questions from the service people, rote.’

  On the way to the elevator Sarah started to put on her game face. She didn’t get where she was today by letting anyone know she was having either a good time or a hard time in her personal life. No, she had the same face on every day. She looked well put together, stylish yet not overdone, and always had a “win-win” smile on her face.

  It wasn’t a happy or broad smile. It was a smile that said, ‘I’m approachable, but give me good news.’ She had worked hard to make this look be her trademark. Some thought she was a bitch at work and cared about nothing except the magazine. But they didn’t have a corner office with windows, let them talk. She would deal with her marriage later, right now she had a magazine to turn out in less than two weeks.

  Once the elevator opened Sarah walked quickly to her office with her heels making everyone in her path sit in attention as she strode by. She liked that feeling and sometimes gloried in walking faster and seeing how quickly people moved at her will.

  When she got into the office door, before she could hit the button on the phone to call in her secretary, Nancy was walking in with mail, memos and phone messages. This was why she kept Nancy; she didn’t have to tell her how to do her job. Nancy’s job was to anticipate her needs and wants and that she had learned to do quickly.

  “Good Morning, Ms. Hall…” started Nancy.

  “Spare me the beautiful morning part, Nancy. I’ve answered it enough already this morning. What do you have for me?” snapped Sarah slightly. Nancy didn’t deserve it, but she took it well and moved on to her job and frankly Sarah did not care this morning. They went through each item Nancy had, tasks that Sarah assigned her and then closed with Nancy letting Sarah know that Mrs. Collins wanted to see her before the morning meeting.

  Sarah decided against her morning coffee and to go straight to Mrs. Collins’ office. It wasn’t far down the hall and even though the click of her heels brought the same kind of results as when she came off the elevator, Sarah was now bored with watching her minions respond to her presence.

  Sarah reached Mrs. Collins’ office and knocked and opened the door simultaneously. She had walked in at the same moment that Mrs. Collins uttered ‘Enter’ without looking up. There would be no ‘good morning’ or ‘beautiful morning’ here. She was in the Queen Bee’s office and only work was tolerated from this threshold. Sarah found solace in that often, but even more so today with Tom and their lack of bedroom time on her mind.

  Mrs. Collins was talking to an office assistant that Sarah had not seen before. It was a young man, which was fairly unusual. This was a woman’s magazine and most of the workers here were pink collar. But this was definitely a man. He was bent over slightly reading what Mrs. Collins was pointing out to him. Sarah immediately took a step back so she could see the view from behind without being obvious. Nice tight buns were a good sign, she thought.

  The rest of him didn’t look too shabby either. His shoulders looked broad and strong; his core was tight, almost as tight as his buns. And his chest had hair on it. She could see evidence through his shirt. Or was she just imagining that part? She wasn’t really sure she cared which at this moment.

  After several minutes of Mrs. Collins giving the young man direction Sarah had not heard anything but his name – Mr. James. She liked that. It was a service name. Today she sure wouldn’t mind if he serviced her.

  All of a sudden Sarah was focused in on this young man. She could imagine herself bent backwards on Mrs. Collins desk in front of him. The eyes that were looking at business papers, only saw hers now. One hand was behind his head and pulling him to herself for a long kiss. The other was reaching for his belt, to unfasten it for a quick release, so to speak.

  Sarah felt a slight blush on her cheeks. She quickly lowered her head so neither Mrs. Collins or Mr. James could notice. What was wrong with her? She never noticed anyone at work, let alone young men. She must pull herself together she admonished herself. She would not ruin her career or her marriage over a young man with good buns.

  “Don’t you think so?” asked Mrs. Collins.

  Sarah had no idea what she had been asked. She was too far into her own head. But she had learned in this business that peopl
e did not ask your opinion unless they wanted to be agreed with, so she felt safe to answer in the affirmative.

  “Yes, Mrs. Collins, I do. Once again you are right on spot,” Sarah answered with her forced “work smile”.

  “Thank you, Mr. James, you may leave now. Ms. Hall and I have much to discuss before the meeting,” said Mrs. Collins, still not looking up to either of them from her paperwork.

  Mr. James walked past Sarah and nodded, with the same work smile that Sarah showed him. She quickly though lowered her head as she was afraid that she would purr at him as he walked out the door. What was going on with her?

  Sarah and Mrs. Collins spent about twenty minutes going over several problems that Mrs. Collins proposed with the edition of YOURS that was to come out in two weeks now. Sarah was used to dealing with quick changes. That’s what had gotten her to her position in the magazine today.