EROTICA: NAUGHTY NYMPHS - 20 STEAMY STORIES OF BRATS FILLED & STUFFED (Adults Only Graphic Erotic Short Stories, XXX Mega Bundle MMF Explicit Erotica Collection)

by Madison Drips

  “Javier.” She purred into my ear softly, my excitement in just hearing her purr flooded over my anger. “Why did you follow me here?”

  “Why are you suddenly so interested?” I asked back smirking at her.

  “I have a right to know.” She said in that condescending tone again, this time instead of angering me, I wanted to rip her dress to pieces and teach her that those beneath her are still worthy of respect.

  “Do you?”

  I could almost picture myself controlling her completely, and how much fun it would be to watch her struggle. I began to crave the images of her bare in front of me, my dominance making it a game for her also, of who was going to win in the end. I wanted to get her to my hotel room to make this happen, all I could think about was fucking her.

  “I do, I’m a Banks, I should know why someone such as yourself has such high respect over someone such as the man you knocked out.”

  “Cuchura.” I kiss her jawline tenderly.

  “Stop that.” She hisses, pushing my jaw away. I smirk pulling her hard into me, “Who do you think you are.”

  I kiss her hard biting her lip to make her gasp, after a moment she moves into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Time to go, Cuchura.” I whisper on her lips, and I don’t even wait for her to respond I take her hand and lead her out of the club. As we get to the hotel lobby and as soon as the doors open to the elevator I pull her inside as she tries to struggle. It was only us two in the elevator and I pin her roughly against the back of it.

  “Let me go.” She hisses at me.

  “Stop fighting it.” I growl back, my body tight against hers, my hand moving up her bare leg to her hips before kissing her roughly. Feeling her skin beneath my palm I could feel the rush of excitement surge through my veins. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up forcing her to straddle my waist, I can feel her nails digging into my skin to try and start fighting me off. I grab her by the wrists and slam them against the elevator wall. I grind my hips slowly into hers, and I can feel her heart rate elevating as we kiss roughly. Already I am rock hard as I grind her hips against me, my jeans becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I feel her breathing get heavier as the kissing intensifies, the ding of the elevator indicating we are on the right floor to get off. I drop her without even a word, and she stumbles back to catch herself. I grab her arm and drag her to my room opening the door and throwing her inside. I lock it behind us and turn the light on.

  Irina Banks stood in the middle of the room watching me intently, the look that she had was a mixture of confusion, desire, and hatred. I smirk taking a step toward her and she took another back. The same motion continues until she is backed up against the wall and nowhere else to go, she makes a break for it to the left and I grab her throwing her onto the bed without much effort. I shrug my jacket off, revealing a plain white T-Shirt and exposing my muscles.

  I watch her examine me from head to toe just like I had her earlier in the day when we had first met. I grab her arm and pull her to her feet and into me. I kiss her softly on the lips this time, her kiss melting into mine, my fingers slowly pulling up her dress, the silky fabric slipping against my fingers. She pushes me off of her, and I grab the left arm of her dress ripping it off.

  “If you want it the hard way, Cuchura.” I growl at her, grabbing her waist and ripping off the other sleeve. “You should have just said so. All your doing is making things worse on yourself.”

  I undo my belt while holding onto her, her nails digging into my bare skin on my arms and she screams in frustration. Removing the belt, I grab her right hand and move her toward the wall behind us. “You are going to regret this.” She talks down upon me.

  “You need to be taught a lesson, Irina Banks.” I pin her against the wall, grabbing her left hand and belting it tightly together. I take out my knife from my back pocket and cut the rest of her dress off of her, making a gag I place it around her face so her screams are stifled. “You are going to make the hotel call the police. Shut the fuck up.”

  No bra, no panties, just her nakedly bound self before me…finally. I quickly undo my pants, and pull my shirt over my head. She goes to run for the door as I am removing my clothes, her hands bound behind her back with my belt, her large breasts bouncing while she runs, and her ripped dress shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head. I tackle her into the door just as she makes it there causing her to scream. Both of our naked bodies against each other, her skin soft against me. My skin looks so much darker compared to hers, and I move my hand to waist, having her straddle my waist again.

  I grab her throat as she wriggles, “You think you are so high and mighty, Cuchura, someone needs to teach you a lesson.” I kiss her neck biting hard as I get to her ear lobe whispering with my breathing deep and ragged with excitement from her, “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

  Her muffled screams are through her dress as I can feel my large seven inch cock become fully endowed. I can feel on the tip of my erection her wet folds of her vagina, I smirk against her skin no matter how hard she is playing, I still got her excited too. I let her slide down the wall a little so just the tip of my cock is inside, she bangs her head against the wall in protest. I let go completely so my cock is balls deep inside of her soaking wet pussy, and she screams in pain. A gasp escapes my lips, she is tight as fuck, and my tip enters past her cervix making her even tighter. My hands caress her large tits as I begin to thrust up inside of her, grunting with each motion, tears rolling down her cheeks as I don't do it gently, I slap her left breast pushing it hard against her.

  I grunt as I shove her shoulders against the wall fucking her hard against it, her tits bouncing from the motion. The screams begin to subside and I remove the gag and kiss her roughly. “I'm going to fuck you, Cuchura.” I say grabbing her waist while I'm still inside of her moving her toward the bed. “I'm going to give you a lesson, a night, and a cock you will never forget.” I undo the belt throw her on he bed, grabbing her ankles I flip her so she is face down, I adjust her so she is hanging off the edge. I stroke my cock as I prepare to enter into her once more, my breath catches in my throat a little as I slowly enter her tight wet pussy from behind.

  “Fuck.” I let out in a gasp as she screams out in pain, I slowly go all the way to her cervix, then slowly remove my cock, I do the same movement until I have her moaning instead of screaming. Then I quicken my thrusts, I slap her ass, and grab her by her long hair pulling her back up and making her pussy tighter. “Fucking shit!” I yell and let her go pounding her hard into the bed as I feel myself about to cum. She screams as she climaxes, the muscles of her pussy trying to clench and hold my cock still, and the increased tightness of her pussy causes me to begin to explode. I hold it making the orgasm halt removing my cock from inside of her pussy quickly, while I begin to cum all over her large round ass I thrust my cock deep into her readily exposed asshole. Irina’s screams increase once I enter her ass my cum oozing out of her asshole as I begin to thrust hard. Her pussy was so fucking tight, and her asshole was even tighter. I grab her ass hard as she tries to crawl from beneath me, with my strength I hold her there as I thrust deep into her asshole.

  “Stop it!” Irina's screams bounce off the walls as she starts crying.

  “This is what happens when you talk down, and act like a spoiled brat.” I grunt feeling myself get turned on all over again by her trying to escape again, and because her asshole is so tight around my cock. It didn't even go soft as I keep thrusting into her, “A bigger ego may just come by and fuck you right in your pretty, tight, stuck up asshole.”

  I can feel her orgasm again as I fuck her hard in her ass, I grab her legs and position her so she is on her knees on the bed. I remove my cock from her ass and re enter her pussy as she signs her orgasm. I groan as her muscles tighten around my cock again, I slowly go in and out through her orgasm. Then I grab her hips and quickly and continuously penetrate her pussy and asshole alternatively. Until I feel myself about to cum again, I pull her hair so
she is sitting, and move so her face is in front of my penis. I stroke fast until I cum all over her face. I moan as my cum hits her face in waves, my cock twitching in my hand as she takes it without a fight. I toss her back on the bed and lay beside of her once every drop is on her face.

  We both lay silently as we catch our breath the cum still on her face. “You’re an asshole.” She whispered finally, wiping my cum off her face along with her tears on the sheets of the bed.

  “Oh, Cuchura.” I purr contently, satisfied. “I know you enjoyed it.”

  She gets up and grabs a robe from the bathroom coming back to the bed and slapping me hard across the face. Then kissing me hard on the lips she says, “You fuck me in the ass ever again, and we will have problems.”

  I laugh and wrap my arms around her kissing her hard back until she kisses me again. “Go home, Cuchura. I'm sure your father is worried immensely you never returned.” I point to the door. “Close the door behind you.”

  She rolls her eyes and takes her shoes in her hand, with one swift motion she leaves without another word.

  “Oh, Cuchura.” I sigh to myself, allowing the buzz of sleep to wash over me.

  A knock on my door the following morning wakes me with a start. I was still naked on my bed so I grabbed a towel to go answer it. “Cuchura.” I snicker, her blonde hair was in a neat bun on top her head. She wore a black coat and gray leggings today, her heeled boots gave her the extra lift to be at my throat. The events of last night rushed over me, my cock stirred as I thought about how good she felt. I snapped out of my thoughts as she pushed past me into the room.

  “Last night.” Irina Banks said, and it was still in her high and mighty demeanor.

  “You loved it so much that you came back this morning.” I smirk my arms snake around her waste but she walks to the bed to sit on it.

  “Never happened.” She said pointedly. “Understood?”

  “And why is that?” I ask curiously.

  “CEO’s daughter fucks drug dealer of the Bronx.” She rolls her eyes and glares at me. “Tell me how great that sounds for my reputation.”

  “Oh, Cuchura.” I purr at her, my towel falling to the floor to expose myself to her. She ignores that I am naked as I continue, “I was the best fuck of your pathetic rich twenty year old life.”

  “You took advantage of me last night.” She protests.

  “You willingly came to my hotel room last night.” I point out. “You made it a game of who would be in control of our one night stand, and now, you are slowly realizing that a supposed low life drug dealing Hispanic from the Bronx rocked your whole world last night. That your whole life of being fucked by rich asses is boring.”

  I watch her stand and get close to my face, “Last night didn't happen!”

  I cup her face in my hands and kiss her softly, tenderly. After a moment she responds by returning it, a soft moan escaping her lips as our kiss deepens. I grab her hands and place them on my growing erection, I may have rocked her world, but I couldn't deny that she did the same to me. Her tight pussy and her ass no matter how horrible of an attitude had me hooked deep.

  “Javier Sanchez.” She whispers against my lips, smirking. “We are not doing this again.”

  “Mi Cuchura.” I sigh against her, my arms wrapping around her waist pulling her into me. I walk to the door and kick it closed before moving to the bed. “I'm afraid that you coming back proves my point.”

  I lean in and kiss her tenderly, passionately our bodies close to each other, and I slowly guide her down to the bed, leaning over her as we kiss intimately. It was a lot different than it was the night before, but it still aroused me to my fullest. She was still fully clothed as my hard cock began to throb with anticipation of an upcoming fuck.

  “We are really not doing this.” She attempts to push me off of her.

  I graze her clothes pussy to feel her already wet, “Yes, we definitely are.” I grab her waist and shove her pants to her ankles and she doesn't protest this time. I quickly get on top and slowly penetrate my hard cock into her wet pussy. The screams of protest last night are whimpers from her as I enter myself deep into her. I kiss her softly, my hands going up her shirt to her breasts, unclipping her bra from the front to gain access to her. She kisses me back as I slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. A moan escapes her lips as I speed up the pace. Her pussy is tighter than last night and I moan into her neck cupping her ass in my hands as I fuck her harder. My thrusts are quick and my cock continuously pushes past her cervix threshold and she is moaning through her tears as I fuck her deep. Her orgasm causes her back to arch up into me, her muscles of her pussy contracting over and over to grip onto my cock. The feeling of it is close for me to explode inside of her.

  “Cuchura.” I grunt, I pull out slowly through her final orgasm, my hand stroking my cock quickly as I begin to cum. I lift her head to my cock her mouth sucking on it slowly and gently as my semen fills her mouth, she swallows my seed as I pump it into her mouth grunting and moaning as I do so. My cock twitches as the last drop hits the back of her throat. I collapse beside of her pulling her body close to mine. Our breathing is deep and shallow as we lay there catching our breath after the second time in less than twenty four hours we fucked. My mind still can't believe she came back, I fucked her brutally last night, to the point where she was raw. Yet, here the Banks daughter was, fucked again by the poor Hispanic from the Bronx. If anyone found out her fathers reputation would be ruined and so would hers. It wasn't like he wanted a relationship with the stuck up brat, but he wanted to fuck her as often as he pleased.

  “Javier.” She whispered lowly, she turned so they were face to face. Check out was in five minutes and he was in no shape or form ready to leave yet. “This can not get out about us.”

  “Well, this may be the last time this ever happens.”

  “Perhaps.” She ponders. “Still, this can not get out, even if it does or doesn't happen again.”

  “Okay, Cuchura.” I chuckle. “Please, tell me you are at least eighteen.”

  “I'm twenty one.” She says condescendingly.

  “Good.”

  I watch her get up to leave shimmying her large ass into her tight gray yoga pants. She stops when she gets to the door and looks at me, “What does Cuchura mean?”

  I snicker and say softly, “It means, Sweety.”

  The End.

  STORY 13

  My wide tongue began sliding across my bottom lip as I reapplied my bright red lipstick. My uniform from school was a skirt and top that was set right. My skirt was just covering my big ass and my white top was doing a great job of showing my plunging cleavage line.

  I walked out of the woman’s bathroom and grabbed my bag out of the locker before leaving the campus as quickly as I could. I was trying to ignore all the other kids while being focused on my own journey ahead.

  Dad smiles as he sees me approaching his car. He really isn’t my father, but a neighbor that picked me up out of a basket that my real parents left me in when I was a newborn. See, my parents were drug addicts who didn’t want a baby so they left me to the only people they knew. Another young couple who happened to be neighbors to my parents and they have raised me ever since.

  The man’s name is Rod and he and his wife have done a super job of taking care of me my entire life. For my parents, I hope they rot in hell for what they did. I don’t consider my neighbors parents either because they have no blood relation to me. They’re just nice kind folk who took time out of their lives to raise me.

  I slid into the passenger seat and sat next to him. I was 18, but I couldn’t drive his car even with my legal license. He promised me my own car when I went off for college, but until then he was going to pick me up and drop me off.

  He asked, “Hey hun. How was school?”

  “Great!” I reached out and pulled out my English test showing up my proud grade. “I got an A+!”

  “That’s awesome.” He then turned his eyes back to the road. Disappoint
ment began sinking into me as I looked at my paper wondering if there was something wrong with it.

  “It was the highest grade in my entire class.” I wanted to emphasize how much of a big deal this accomplishment really was, but he just nodded.

  When we got home, I rushed out of the car while slamming the door as hard as I could. He called out, “Kayla?” I didn’t care to look.

  I took my key and unlocked the door as I smelt chicken while ignoring it and going straight to my room. Of course, Rod’s wife Marie was there as she said, “Hey Kayls. Are you okay?” I kept walking without saying a word.

  When I got to my room, which was a tiny converted loft upstairs, I locked the door and threw my bag down while slamming my face into the bed.

  What the fuck was wrong with Rod? He completely disregarded my good grade and they had been nagging me to study hard and get good grades their entire lives. Now, his best response was a lack thereof one? I wasn’t saying they should get me ice cream or throw a party, but something to show their appreciation would be nice. Fucking assholes.

  I heard a knock on my door, but I refused to move.