Burn Erotica

by Jade Stone

  Some of my contemporaries passed me the numbers of high end prostitutes. Many guys in my position see these girls, especially when they’re out of town. I’ll admit I did it once, toward the end of my marriage. I thought it was a waste of money, not to mention very false. I had met her for drinks, where she pretended she found me interesting, as her body dripped with all the jewellery men had bought for her. One of the rings I recognised had belonged to the wife of one of my clients. I notice stuff like that, I’m a details guy. We went back to my hotel room where she began moaning and groaning under me, pretending I was some Adonis. I know I’m good, but I’m not that good, especially after just five seconds! It might do it for some guys, but for me it’s just like any other business deal—cold. I wonder what she bought with the two thousand bucks I paid her. There’s nothing like fucking a woman who genuinely wants you for you, and I hadn’t had that in years. Until what happened next.

  By then I had started to really notice Nina—every guy does—but she was a lot younger than me and I didn’t think I stood a chance. I had to accept she was a girl I could look at but never touch. She was also dating a bonehead property developer. I will never know what she saw in that guy; he was a no good scumbag who built shoddy apartment buildings that leaked. I think he liked that Nina was good at keeping him out of court. So imagine my disgust one night when I was in a restaurant and I saw this bonehead making out with a trashy looking woman in the corner that definitely wasn’t Nina. I thought it might have been a one off, but I started going there regularly to meet a client and I noticed the bonehead was there regularly as well, each time with a different woman. I wanted to knock him out, but I did something smarter. I started taking recordings on my phone. Eventually I decided to show them to Nina.

  She was quiet at first, didn’t say a word. Then she just stormed out of my office. She didn’t come to work for the rest of the week. Next thing I got a call from the bonehead, who called me a bunch of names. I told him to go fuck himself and hung up the phone. As far as I’m concerned, if someone makes their bed they can lie in it, though I secretly hoped his ex-girlfriend would end up lying in mine.

  She finally called me to say thanks. And I had been thinking about her, a lot. I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me. My heart rate quickened with dread when she didn’t answer right away, I thought she was going to say no, then thankfully she finally agreed. We went out for dinner, and something in the wind had definitely changed. The sexual tension between us was so strong I could barely hold the champagne bottle as I refilled her glass, especially with her hand running up my thigh. We ended up going home before our dessert arrived, only we didn’t make it home. As soon as we were in my car I was on top of her in the passenger seat. We fucked right there in the carpark, then went back to my place and continued. We’ve been together ever since.

  Anyway, Nina follows me into my office and I close the door. I sweep her up around the waist. Her mouth meets mine and my dick swells against her, I end up on top of her on the couch.

  “Alex?” Bev, my executive assistant buzzes me.

  “Yes?” I grunt, my hands full of Nina’s tits.

  Bev informs me of an urgent phone message, and some papers I must read before my staff meeting in now eight minutes.

  “Shall I bring them in?” she asks.

  I get off Nina. “Yes, bring them in,” I reply, begrudgingly.

  I stand up and pour myself a glass of water. I know Bev knows what I’ve been doing with Nina. I may have hidden it from everyone else, but Bev misses nothing. She’s been in the job for 20 years, and she’s the assistant every CEO needs. No nonsense and ahead of everything I’m doing, and loyal to a tee. I know I can count on Bev to keep this to herself. I take the papers she hands over; if she knows what we’ve just been doing, she doesn’t let on.

  I have another meeting at two o’clock with the legal team that will include Nina. My dick twitches at the thought that afterwards, we might be able to finish where we left off.

  Most people keep compliments for the boss to themselves, so when I announce my resignation I am genuinely touched by the response. There was dead silence, then sad, angry exclamations. “You can’t leave!” said one. “This place will never be the same!” said another. “It’s gonna go to the dogs!” said someone else. Bev started crying.

  I’m not the most emotional guy around, but I had to swallow a lump in my throat. I wasn’t expecting them to react like this, because when I kick ass, I kick hard, and I’ve done it to every one of them over the years. I told them my plans to start a new business, leaving out the part that Nina was going to be my business partner. They will find that out later, when we announce our relationship.

  “Take us with you!” a few of them said.

  I walk out of that meeting feeling very flattered. None of my people are yes people; they’d never blow wind up anyone’s ass, so it was pretty damn nice knowing they hadn’t secretly hated me all this time for driving them so hard.

  My two o’clock meeting with the legal team can’t come quick enough, and when it’s finished, I wanna get out of here and fuck Nina silly. Bev will come up with a good reason why I have to leave early.

  I get to the boardroom at two that afternoon. Nina is already in there, sitting on the table. I close the door behind me.

  “Where’s everyone else?” I ask.

  “They’ll be here at two-thirty,” she replies, looking at me, like a minx.

  Her eyes drop to my crotch.

  “Come here...” she breathes.

  “You know the rules!” I growl.

  “Fuck the rules. I want you to come here and fuck me.”

  She’s sitting there with her legs hanging over the table, the heels of her stilettos balancing on the arm of a chair. She slowly parts her legs, and her hairless, wet pussy greets me. My dick instantly snaps toward the ceiling, straining against my pants.

  “Nina...” I growl again.

  But I know it’s hopeless. She’s got me. It takes me about three seconds to imagine all the scenarios of what will happen to me if we get caught in here, all my hard work will be for nothing as I depart the disgraced CEO who got caught with his pants down with a staff member, in the boardroom. And I think: fuck it. Neither of us are married, and we’re both leaving. And the biggest thing, I know most people will be quite forgiving. They might think I’m weak, but geez, anyone with red blood will look at Nina and go weak as well, then be quietly jealous.

  And weak I am, in my knees, as I strut toward her. I shove the chair out of the way and get between her legs, pulling her towards my boner.

  I grab her white shirt around the collar and rip it open; buttons hit the table as they snap off her shirt. Her shirt and jacket come off pretty fast and when I whip her bra off her amazing tits fall out. I toss the bra on the table and rub my hands over her tits. I can never get enough of these tits. I take one in my mouth, sucking her nipple as it hardens under my tongue, at the same time I put my hand between her legs, her warm wetness sticking to my fingers. She grabs my belt and starts to undo my pants, but I push her hands away. I want to do something else first.

  Her skirt is up around her waist now, and I push her knees apart, wide apart so her delicious wet pussy is now completely exposed. She knows what I want to do, and she lies back on the table, her back already arching in anticipation, she widens her legs even further, presenting her pussy to me. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs, my dick almost exploding, knowing I will be putting it in here very soon.

  Nina writhes around on the table, her beautiful smooth pink pussy mound pounds in my mouth as I swirl my tongue all over it, then I push my tongue down on her clit, which triggers her into another gear. She wraps her legs around my neck, digging her heels into my back. This turns me on even more, and I take her clit between my teeth. This tips her over the edge, her clit shudders between my teeth, and she comes in my mouth. Pussy juice secretes from her mound, covering my tongue. She releases my head from between
her thighs, pushes my head away and sits up. I stand up, somehow. My knees still weak as hell, and for a brief moment I ask myself what the hell I will do if someone barges in here, and I remind myself I don’t give a shit.

  My dick is now harder than a rock, straining more than ever to be let out. Nina takes care of that. Still sitting on the table with her skirt around her waist, she grabs my belt again and starts to undo it. She looks up at me like a lioness about to devour her prey, her nostrils flaring, exhaling hard as she releases the beast in my pants.

  My dick flies out into her hand. She grabs it and gets off the table.

  “Sit down,” she commands.

  I put my hand behind me and clamber for one of the chairs; she doesn’t take her hand off my cock as I quickly sit down. She straddles my knees and looks me in the eye as she strokes me off, planting her mouth on mine for a moment, my tongue rolling against hers as my dick swells and throbs in her hand as she rubs it down.

  “You are the hottest man alive,” she breathes in my ear.

  Man this lady is good for my ego! She gets off me and drops to her knees, finally takes me in her mouth. All the way in, to the back of her throat. Wow. Her multiple skills never cease to amaze me.

  Nina gives the best head I’ve ever had. She wanks my dick at the base as she swirls her tongue all over it, flicking it over and around my bulging head as she cups my balls in her other hand, gently squeezing as they pulse in her palm.

  This is too much; I’m gonna explode in her mouth before I can fuck her. I grab her by the hair, and pull her mouth off my cock. “Sit on the table,” I command hoarsely.

  She does as she’s told and reprises her original position. As soon as I’m between her legs again, my dick dives straight into its favourite place. Nina moans as my dick slams inside her, completely knocking her back onto the table. Her head hits the table with a light thump, and she quickly wraps her legs around my waist, her pussy clamping around my cock. She’s turned me into an animal, and I start to fuck her like a mad man. Her tits fly up toward her face and down again and again as I bang the hell out of her.

  “Alex!” she gasps, again and again.

  I grit my teeth as her pussy gets tighter and tighter around my cock, at the same time she gets wetter and wetter as I slam it in and out. She finally comes, and her pussy shudders all around my ferocious dick. She writhes around the table in a silent scream, her chest convulsing up and down, then I finally come as well. It takes all I have not to let out a roar as my dick erupts inside her.

  We both remain stationary for a moment, catching our breath. I feel her knees loosen around my waist. She reaches up and strokes my face; I kiss her slender white hand, my chest still heaving.

  I hear a gasp. I look at her. She looks at me. It didn’t come from her, or myself. Suddenly we hear many other gasps, in unison. We freeze.

  I slowly turn my head. My entire legal team stands at the door, with their mouths hanging open. Jolene, Nina’s boss, and my Head of Legal, stands staring at us with her chin almost at the floor, her hand stuck to the door handle.

  We all stand motionless for a few seconds, as they stand confronted with the full view of my bare black ass between Nina’s tanned stilettoed legs.

  “Come back in five minutes!” I bark.

  Jolene slams the door shut. Silence.

  I pull my dick out of Nina, and collapse back on the chair. Then I burst out laughing. Oh, man, my tenure here will never be forgotten.

  And I wouldn’t change a thing.

  The Long Kiss Goodnight

  My husband and I have always had a neon light shower rose installed in our bathroom. Our kids love it, they love the shining lights when they’re in there. But we like it for quite a different reason. I told my husband I once had a roommate who had a neon light in her shower, and that’s where I got the idea from. This is true, but I haven’t quite told him the whole story.

  It all started ten years ago when I was still in college. I had been dating Mike—who later became my husband—for two years. Unfortunately, our relationship hit the rocks for a while, and I moved out of our apartment. We were separated for nine months, and I moved into a place nearby with a girl named Clare.

  Clare was studying film and media, and I wouldn’t say we particularly got along that well. She was just obsessed with film, and if she wasn’t studying them, she was watching them. I like films too, but one can only take Sergio Leone westerns or Quentin Tarantino’s rapid dialogue on full blast again and again for so long, before you get pretty tired of it. She never went out, and she used to get angry if I had friends over, because it interrupted her film watching. If she had friends over, the living room would be full of film nuts watching one movie after another, who would then usually get drunk and leave the place a mess in the morning. Clare never did any cleaning, so I would have to clean the mess, too, which also made her angry because she said it distracted her from the screen.

  So when Clare told me her older brother Gabe would be staying over for a few nights, I was not very enthused. Apparently, he had been living in New Zealand, but was coming back for their mom’s fiftieth birthday. He was stopping over in California to see his sister, then they would both go on to their parents’ house in New Jersey.

  Clare wasn’t home when her brother arrived; by that time, she had finally gotten herself a boyfriend and was spending a lot of time over at his place. When I heard the doorbell, I remember groaning inwardly. I was not looking forward to meeting anyone in Clare’s family, and I was pissed off she wasn’t there, she should have been home to greet her brother.

  When I opened the door, I had to blink twice. Standing before me was the best looking man I had ever seen. He stood casually with his arm up against the doorframe, wearing a black shirt and black jeans. He was in his late twenties, and his thick, black hair sat in waves on his head, accentuated by a sharp hairline and a widow’s peak. His grey blue eyes looked straight into mine. I’m not sure how long I stood there staring at him, but it must’ve been long enough for him to clear his throat.

  “Hi, uh, is this Clare’s place?”

  “Uh, yeah, it is,” I stumbled.

  “I’m her brother, Gabe,” he said, extending his hand. “You must be Lyanna?”

  At first I just stared at his hand, then quickly realised he meant for me to shake it. I put my hand in his. His touch sent a shock through me, I couldn’t even breathe.

  “Uh, do you mind if I come in?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes, of course!” I said, quickly stepping out of the way.

  Gabe dragged his bags and suitcase into the apartment. I was so embarrassed, he must have thought I was so weird, just standing there staring at him like an idiot. I suddenly became even more aware of how I looked; I had been for a run earlier and hadn’t showered yet. I was still wearing my lycra shorts and top which must’ve reeked of sweat. My makeup was smudged and my hair was sticking to my head.

  Thankfully, Gabe didn’t appear to notice; instead he stood looking at the state of the living room; Clare and her boyfriend had had friends over the night before and the place looked like a bomb site. Empty beer bottles and pizza boxes littered the entire floor. Gabe raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a slight smile.

  “My sister?” he asked.

  I laughed awkwardly, it was the only audible sound I could make in this beautiful man’s presence.

  “Nothing’s changed,” he said, moving to pick up an empty pizza box.

  He grabbed a garbage bag and started to clean up the mess. We only had a two- bedroom apartment, so Gabe was going to be sleeping on the couch, and he clearly didn’t intend to sleep amongst such a mess. I started to give him a hand.

  “I admire you already,” he said smiling at me. “I couldn’t live with Clare.”

  I laughed again, trying to think of something interesting to say. “Would you like some coffee?” I asked him. It was the best I could think of at that moment.

  “I would love one,” he replied. “Black with t
wo sugars.”

  I went to the kitchen and started up Clare’s coffee machine. I usually burned the beans when I used this thing, I hoped I wouldn’t this time. He took the coffee and sat down on the couch. I was delighted when he invited me to join him.

  If the coffee tasted burned, Gabe didn’t mention it. He was a very friendly and chatty guy. He told me about living in New Zealand, how he was working as a set designer in the film industry over there. He had worked on films like Lord of the Rings and King Kong. Obviously the love of film ran in their family. It was music to my ears when he said he had recently separated from his girlfriend.

  “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” he asked me.

  “No, not since last year,” I replied, hoping there was a good reason why he was asking me that.

  At that moment his sister arrived home. Gabe gave her a warm embrace, and gave her shit for living like a pig. They then left to go out for dinner, leaving me alone with my thoughts. And my thoughts were all about Gabe.

  I had been so focussed on my studies I hadn’t even thought about men or sex since my separation, which was over six months ago. Now, sex was all I could think about. At that moment I wanted to have sex with Gabe more than anything. I imagined myself in bed with him, writhing beneath him as he thrusted deep and hard inside me. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.