Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  The deeper he pressed the louder she moaned, the less control she felt as he plunged his member into her. She could feel the almost bruising force of it hammering at her cervix, plunging deeper as she stretched more and more.

  Finally his full length penetrated her and his hips pressed hard against her clit. She felt a whole new level of pleasure and desire.

  Her hands reached to grip his hips. She was driving herself down on him like a rider in the saddle and his hips were thrusting back into her harder and harder, faster and faster.

  Alice was grinding hard on Jacob’s face, a look of agonised pleasure contorting her features. Nancy leaned forward sliding her hand over Alice’s nipples, enjoying the smooth texture of her skin and the slippery feeling where Jacob’s seed had slid in long tendrils from Alice’s face to her breasts.

  Alice’s frotting became furious, Jacob seemed in danger of having his nose broken, or worse. Her face screwed up tight in pleasure and a long scream issued from her lips. The sight of this was too much for Nancy whose own enjoyment was reaching fever pitch.

  She slammed herself down on Jacob’s cock and ground her clit hard against him, sliding back and forth, feeling his huge cock filling her up. She came sudden and hard in a few long strokes. She felt the gush of her juices, dampening his pubic hair and the tight contractions of her cunt put him over the edge.

  He seemed to pulse inside her over and over with a vigorous jerking motion and she felt the hot stinging seed of him squirt into her womb.

  How he had so much in him still after blowing all that over Alice’s face she couldn’t fathom but it seemed to come in jets. The three of them sat like that. Jacob on his back and Alice and Nancy facing each other across the smooth muscular chest and abs, all three trying to catch their breath and wondering what the rest of the pub must be making of the noises coming from the snug.

  Finally from beneath their weight, Jacob called out. “That’s two at once, Alfie. How are you getting on with your second lass there?”

  Chapter Five

  While all this was going on Kelly was looking at Moira whose oral attentions had wavered considerably while she came again and again on Alfie’s cock.

  Now, thoroughly full of cock and sperm Moira seemed still unable to give up the new pleasure she’d found and since Alfie’s attentions had now turned to Kelly, she was lying there with her thighs slick with their combined juices fingering herself.

  Moira’s cunt, bright pink against her pale Irish skin and topped by reddish brown pubic hair looked like a garden rose to Kelly. Kelly watched Moira’s fingers working in quick circles the small rose-bud of her clit while each orgasmic contraction forced more of Alfie’s spunk from between the lower petals.

  Alfie’s face was between Kelly’s own thighs attempting the same magic as Moira’s fingers, and although he was undoubtedly giving her a great deal of pleasure she felt terribly self conscious about her nakedness, and utterly unable to relax.

  Kelly lay there wishing for Moira’s enjoyment and also utterly terrified of it. After all, could she give up her virginity so easily?

  At least Moira was enjoying it. She seemed to almost be thrusting her hips in Kelly’s direction and – since she had been kind enough to do so for her she leaned over and gently kissed the back of Moira’s frigging hand.

  Moira, without question moved her hand and after propping herself up in a more comfortable position, Kelly set about matching Alfie’s actions with her own.

  Alfie’s tongue was making large sweeping circles encompassing her lips and clit and so she did the same for Moira. There was that soured honey taste of Moira and the salty medicinal taste of Alfie between her lips and she soon found her chin dripping wet with her partners excretions.

  Somehow focusing on Moira was letting her enjoy Alfie’s work more.

  When he slid a finger into her cunny it hurt a little, she was tight and even his finger seemed to stretch it. Her muscles ached a little but there was also a sharp sensitivity that quickly turned to the same kind of pleasure his tongue made.

  She slid a finger into Moira and finding her slick and wide she tried a second finger. Kelly and Alfie moved in rhythm each thrust of his wrist was matched by a similar thrust into Moira’s core by Kelly’s fingers. She felt silky beads of quim gather on her wrists and drip onto the leather. Giving her jaw a moments rest she licked her hand clean, enjoying the warm bodyish taste and smell of it.

  From the far side of the table there came some almighty whoops and calls, of the kind that made Moira’s not stop caterwauling sound positively tame.

  Clearly someone’s doing something right over there, thought Kelly. And though she continued to enjoy Alfie’s fingers and, shortly after, the head then the shaft, of his cock, which hurt so much she cried out, but which soon turned from pain to pleasure as she felt him enter her. She was aware of muscles and nerves in her body she had never felt before, deep inside her aching as they were stretched and aching for more. He gave her more and more, faster and faster. She lay back Moira forgotten but for the taste of her on her lips.

  The pleasure plateaued, delightful, but no longer mounting towards that indescribable and unknown goal she knew she longed for.

  She heard Jacob call out: “That’s two at once, Alfie. How are you getting on with your second lass there?”

  She wanted to say her name was Kelly, but Alfie replied over her, “Still going, she’s a tough one this lass.”

  “Some help, my boy?” replied Jacob.

  “Why not, you’ve already won, she shouldn’t have to suffer when a better man is at hand.”

  Alfie pulled out of her and stood her up pushing the table over to where Kelly now saw Alice and Nancy were kissing each other deeply, playing with each other’s breasts and whispering to each other like long term lovers. Jacob came round and the two men with their hard muscular bodies stood over Kelly who had never felt so short or soft in her life.

  Jacob turned her around and grabbing her hips lifted her. His cock was huge but still slick from his previous adventures and slid into place, even bigger than Alfie’s. She wrapped her thighs around him and sat there suspended wholly by Jacob’s hands and dick.

  Turning she could see Alfie take Moira by the hair and plunge his cock into her mouth, hard and deep several times until Moira was almost gagging and thick strands of saliva began to gather on his balls.

  Thus lubricated Alfie came up behind Kelly and she felt his slick head nosing at the opening of her arse. The sensation sent a tingle of pleasure up her body and she relaxed expecting something gentle.

  Slowly Jacob lifted her so she slid up his cock almost to the point it might fall out of her. Alfie’s cock came too pressing more insistently at the puckered sphincter of her arse.

  Jacob dropped her and in a split second she felt like she had been split in half, these two huge throbbing prongs filled her up the hilt, they felt even bigger than they looked, she almost worried that her lungs and heart would be pushed out of her mouth.

  When she breathed she could feel her body responding around these two monstrous penetrations.

  Then the two men began their movements. In perfect concert they slid her up and down, a helpless maiden upon two knight’s lances. The pleasure was immediately of a different order. She felt so full of these men that they were in some way part of her. The thrusting was astonishing, powerful, deep and the pleasure all consuming.

  Her mind seemed liquid, running down her spine like sweat.

  Each stroke pulled her almost clear of the men, she could feel her body close about the vacuum they left and then just as suddenly they would plunge into her.

  Alfie now seemed to adjust his rhythm and their jolting thrusts grew out of synch. The new rythm pushed her over the edge, the orgasm seemed to come simultaneously from her clit, pounding against Jacob’s body, from deep inside her vagina where every muscle clamped down and from the ring of her arse, which was suddenly spattered by Alfie’s ejaculations inside her at first then as he
pulled clear in shooting jets up her back and over her buttocks.

  Jacob pounded away still harder and the orgasm took on a new intensity, she realised her throat hurt from screaming curse words as loud as she could and she hadn’t opened her eyes in what felt like hours.

  When she did it was to Jacob’s snarling face as he powered into her once more as deep as he could go then held her still as his cock spent itself inside her.

  Epilogue

  What followed for the two groups was a long period of silence, many hands ran over many bodies, lying satisfied in a comfortable heap. Then with the gin finished and the games over the girls dressed, suddenly shy and the men did the same with a sense of smug superiority.

  Jacob gave his calling card to Kelly and Alfie to Moira, while Nancy and Alice seemed to have eyes only for each other.

  Alfie scrawled out a note for two hundred pounds to Jacob, and Jacob paid for the drinks. With all the appearance of a slightly sweaty group of daytime gin-fiends the six people left the pub and its confused landlord with great dignity.

  Moira and Kelly, became kept mistresses of Alfie and Jacob. Bearing to each an uncommon high number of bastards and seeding Shirepoole with more scandal than could fill these pages.

  Nancy never married Richie Price, she died a spinster living in a flat with Alice, who remained unmarried until after Nancy’s passing.

  Story 4

  Chapter 1

  I had been looking forward to the night I decided to give myself to my boyfriend for weeks, planning every detail, picking out just the right negligee in his favorite color, feeding him his favorite food with my mouth as we made love. Josh and I were high school sweethearts and my perfect night with him needed to be a surprise. Little did I know, the surprise was going to be on me.

  I dressed in the new negligee I bought, a light blue piece with lace hugging my curves in just the right places. The only other things on my body were matching heels and a black trench coat. I snuck into his apartment earlier that day, hiding frozen fruit in the freezer. The night was going to be perfect. When I got there, I used my key to sneak in expecting to hear his basketball bouncing off the wall or a video game being played. Moans from a female voice never entered my mind until I got closer to his room.

  I pushed on the partially open door and watched Susan grinding her pelvis back and forth on Josh’s cock. Her head was back allowing her long red hair to touch his thighs. Her hands braced her body over his knees as she arched her back, and her breasts moved like jello as she moved back and forth. I actually anticipated how long it would be before he got her to orgasm by the way she was panting. Before he discovered me standing there with my coat undone and hanging open, I figured it would only have been a few more minutes.

  I remember the look on his face as he shoved her off him and grabbed the blanket to cover himself. I remember how annoyed Susan looked without a shred of remorse, until later of course.

  She begged for my forgiveness saying she got caught up in the moment but I knew better. They had been fucking for a few weeks before I caught them. Josh wouldn’t even look at me. He broke it off against my wishes saying how unworthy he was of me.

  I giggled and looked over at Camille as she wrapped her beautifully manicured dark brown fingers around her coffee cup. “I still masturbate to that memory.”

  “It doesn’t bother you that he cheated on you with your best friend?”

  “It should have, I know.” I leaned toward her and whispered, “but actually, it makes me very horny. I’m more angry that he broke up with me, pathetic pansy.”

  “How long ago did this all happen?”

  “It was toward the end of my senior year.”

  “And how old are you now?”

  “Nineteen.”

  “I thought so. I remember when you started working here a few months ago. I have to say, if you were gay, I’d have been all up in your business. I had to ask someone if you were an intern or one of the guy's daughters playing around in the office. I still can’t believe you are so young and already up in the corporate offices.”

  “Well, I’m still just a receptionist, but I see good things popping up for me here.”

  I glanced at the table next to us and caught Mr. Thompson soaking in our every word. I smiled and felt arousal begin deep inside me.

  Mr. Thompson was a beautiful man, tall, strong and as much a man as every woman he has been with desires in her bed. I watched him until his eyes locked onto mine and I held his gaze until Camille’s fingers cascaded across mine. I jerked back to her attention and saw the lust in her eyes.

  “If you ever decide you want to check out the other side, you let me know, huh?”

  “I might just do that,” I said, watching her get up from the table. Camille wouldn’t have been my first lesbian adventure, but she sure was a hell of a lot more alluring and sensual. As soon as she moved away, Mr. Thompson was in full view, his eyes still glued to mine. It gave me a flutter in my stomach that fed down between my legs.

  I secretly begged for him to say something to me, proposition me, give me something to go on, but he stood up and walked out of the lunchroomand I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

  I lay in my bed that night with not a stitch of clothing on, my fingers in between my legs stroking myself to the way Susan’s hair cascaded down to my boyfriend’s thighs, small gasps escaping her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her. His large hands webbed around her waist as he directed her up and down. I pushed my fingers inside me and fingered myself to orgasm wondering how loud she would have came.

  I often wondered if waiting so long was a good idea. I felt like I missed out. Laying there with the feel of my cool sheets on my naked body, I smiled at the way Mr. Thompson looked at me in the lunchroom at work earlier. There were definite sparks,and the idea of a man like that being my first was enough reason I was happy I waited.

  Chapter 2

  I looked forward to going to work the next morning, dressing a little more provocatively than I was usedto. My dress was still quite conservative, but my first pair of thongs made me feel dangerous and sexy. When I didn’t get to run into Mr. Thomson, the day proved to be disappointing. The next few days after that were much the same and I was beginning to think that maybe I misread the looks he gave me in the lunch room.

  An email from corporate came through asking me to work late on a project that had fallen behind. Of course, I agreed loving the overtime money and I met with some of the department heads about the details.

  “Mr. Thompson is still out of town on business and isn’t expected to be back in until tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, he took half his department with him,so there is no one to finish up the details on the Furlong contracts.”

  It was good to know why he was avoiding me and I sat up a little taller.

  “I’m familiar with it. I helped negotiate when they first came to us,” I said, confident I could produce results.

  “Very good. The files are on top of Mr. Thompson’s file cabinet in the corner. If you have any questions, I will have my phone with me all evening.”

  By the end of the day, I was tired but excited to be working with something that pertained directly to Mr. Thompson. I have only been in his office a handful of times,and it was only for brief moments, but each time I felt its power. The large dark furniture and wide open window overlooking the city always did something to me.

  By the time I had the opportunity to go to the top floor where Mr. Thompson’s office was, it was pushing six thirty. The entire floor was quiet,and only a few lights were still on from the few people who were way too dedicated to their jobs. I walked in through his door,and the smell of leather wafted into my senses. I inhaled deeply, looking around the large office. My body was already responding to the professional feel of the room as I switched on a desk lamp and closed the door. I pulled the blinds open and marveled over the sun carefully inching down over the city.

  I grabbed the files that were stacked on the cabinet
and walked to the small conference table on a far wall. Thinking twice about it, I eyeballed his desk and smirked. I walked to his desk and set the files on the clean surface. His office was as neat as it could be with everything in its place. I stood between his large desk and the leather chair behind me, lifted my dress to my waist and sat down. The cool leather on my bare bottom felt sexy. I wiggled my ass around feeling an arousal deep within. I ran my fingers along the side of the desk imagining his chest leaning against it as he worked. I wondered how many women he fucked on the top of this desk as I ran my hand along the surface.

  Picking my leg up, I hooked my knee around the arm of the chair and opened my legs. I pulled my thong to the side and leaned my head back allowing the cool conditioned air to hit my bare pussy. My fingers maneuvered down over my breasts as my nipples hardened at the thought of being exposed like I was. I cascaded them down my stomach and across my pussy, now excited with arousal. They played around the outside teasing my clit as it swelled and craved more touch. My breathing intensified when my arousal swirled inside me with a lazy cloud of pleasure. I leaned back and arched my back away from the seat, turning my head so the cool leather touched my cheek, my fingers sliding inside me and my thumb twirling around my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth on the chair waiting for my orgasm to surround me when the door opened.

  I jumped forward, able to correct my posture and throw a file open before someone walked inside. I buried my eyes into the material in front of me expecting to see a cleaning person with supplies in hand. When I noticed it was Mr. Thompson I froze.This was my opportunity. Finally, after all these weeks of working there, I had what I wanted right in front of me,and I couldn’t seem to utter a word. My panties were still pulled to the side,and my dress was still up to my waist, even though it was covering most of my incriminating parts.