Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  I gasped and threw my head back, pushing my fingers into his hair. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt,but it stopped quickly. He climbed over top of me, sitting to the side and taking his tie off the bed.

  “Give me your hands, Olivia.”

  I did tell him he could do anything he wanted to me. Could I actually go through with it? My chin trembled in anticipation at what that might be. I saw Camille standing off to the side, the phone recording everything we did. Her hand was rubbing her breast,and her legs were apart as she walked closer to the side of the bed.

  I swallowed my fear down and held my hands out toward him. He smiled and wrapped his tie around my wrists in a tight figure eight. He crawled to the headboard and pulled my arms over my head. He tied me to the headboard and moved back down to my side, his hands caressing my body at will. He pushed my breasts together then unclasped the bikini from behind, pulling it off my chest. Besides my thigh highs and shoes, I was completely naked and vulnerable to him.

  When his fingers caressed my pubic hair, my breath caught. I knew what was next. He slid them down and teased me, moving them around my pussy lips and circling my clit until I was panting and moving my hips up and down. I wanted to tell him to fuck me, but I was afraid it would all end too quickly. I took a big breath to try and calm myself,but he wasn’t having it. He moved down and licked me, his tongue delving all around my clit. He pushed his tongue inside me while his thumb kept my clit stimulated. I felt an orgasm build quickly, my head getting dizzy from breathing so hard and heavy. He backed off and caressed my inner thighs with his hands, looking over at Camille. She was still by the bed, but her dress was on the floor,and she was fingering herself inside her panties while she videoed our sex acts. I have never felt more erotic and slutty,and I loved it. I pulled at the restraints wanting more of him,but he kept his distance until my orgasm slowly dissipated.

  I worked on controlling my breathing, closing my eyes and concentrating on the massage he was giving me. I could feel my heart beat between my legs and a tingle in my nipples. When I felt his mouth on my stomach, my eyes flew open. He slipped his finger inside me and stroked me slowly. Camille sat on the side of the bed, her hand still playing in her panties. She had set the phone down on the table beside the bed, propping it up to continue the footage.

  Robert stretched toward her and kissed her hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her body responded, leaning toward him.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered.

  I watched as he slipped his hand into her panties and stroked her. She moved like a wave in the ocean, her hands gripping her chest and pulling on her nipples. She put her hand behind her and lifted her butt off the mattress as he stroked her. Her hips grinded against his hand and he slowed his actions down until she started panting heavily. Her pants turned to grunts,and she stared at him with a dead stare, her body shaking to orgasm. She groaned and threw her head back until she collapsed onto the bed.

  “Holy shit that was good,” she said, her chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths. “I owe you one.”

  She turned to her side and watched as he turned his attention back to me. My mouth was gaping open,and I realized I was staring.

  “Now,” he said. “Where were we?”

  He pulled my hips up and turned my body around until I was lying on my stomach with my arms stretched out over my head. He hoisted my hips up in the air putting me on my knees with my butt in the air. He lifted my chest up off the mattress and placed the pillow under my head before lowering me back down. I wasn’t sure what he was planning until I heard the smack and felt pain sear through my right butt cheek. I wanted to yell at him at first, but I forced an open mind as he slapped me again in the same spot. The pain seared through me again but this time he rubbed it with his hand, his fingers grazing over my pussy. When his hand came down on my cheek again the pain mixed with the arousal I was still feeling and when he caressed me it stimulated me. I gasped and pushed my butt back toward him.

  “Do you want more?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I choked out. “Please.”

  “You want me to spank you again, Olivia?”

  I nodded, closing my eyes in anticipation. He rubbed the spot and slapped me again causing pain to push against my pussy walls. My arousal wrapped around every part of me and my body trembled for more. He slid his fingers inside me and fucked me with them as he slapped my cheek again. I thought I was going to cum the very next time he slapped me, but he knew how to play me.

  I felt his hands on each side of my hips and his cock pressed against my bottom. When he was able to remove his pants was a mystery to me, but I knew it was time.

  “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time,” he growled.

  I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy lips and open me up,and I grabbed the restraints that bound me. He pushed in, moving back and forth allowing just his head to pierce me. He gripped my hips tight,and I heard him take a big breath. He grunted and drove his cock into me until his stomach was against my butt. He stopped as pain pushed through me mixing deliciously with the pleasure he had created within me. I let out the air in my lungs and winced, pushing into him and rocking back and forth. He felt so good inside me. I never wanted it to end.

  He gripped my hips and fucked me slowly at first then increased his speed. My libido was bubbling over,and my orgasm was threatening to explode as he moved faster. Camille caressed my breasts with her fingers as she held the phone overhead capturing every incredible moment.

  I was panting so hard I felt dizzy again,so I tried taking slower breaths, but my orgasm grabbed hold of me and squeezed every muscle of my body. I couldn’t yell, I couldn’t groan, I couldn’t utter a word. I stiffened, my body rocking uncontrollably until he had thrust into me and came, filling me with everything he had.

  He collapsed on the side of me and caressed my body as we calmed ourselves. Camille untied me and clicked the phone off.

  “I bet we have some very nice footage of that.”

  “Mmmm,” I cooed. “I can hardly wait to review it.”

  Robert kissed me as he wrapped his arms around me. “For your eyes only,” he commanded.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Camille cuddled me from the other side,and I listened as their breathing patterned into a deep sleep.

  I slowly crawled out from between them and gathered my things, taking my phone and checking for good video. As it played back quietly my mind was everywhere. Did that just happen? Did I just lose my virginity to my ex-best friend’s father? Oh, what I wouldn’t do to see precious Susan’s face when she found out her perfect daddy cheated on her perfect mommy, crushing her entire perfect world.

  Chapter 6

  Monday morning came,and my body still reminded me of the events from the weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about it,and I had watched the video at least a dozen times since then. I didn’t know someone could orgasm that many times in a weekend and I began to think something was wrong with me, but I smiled and hit the play button again. I turned up the sound as I got into the shower and got ready for work, wondering how Robert was going to react to me.

  My fingers slid between my legs,and I masturbated to the sounds of Robert fucking me. I pulled the shower head from its holder and strengthened the force of the water. I moved the head to my pussy and allowed the water to hit it just right until I came hard.

  Walking into the office, I held my head a little higher. I walked with a confidence I didn’t think I had before. I settled into my chair, feeling the contours of the shape and I wiggled my ass back and forth. I barely turned my computer on when my phone buzzed.

  “Good morning,” I said, holding Robert’s button down.

  “Morning, Miss Jenkins.”

  “Back to formality, I see,” I teased.

  “We are in the office, Miss Jenkins. There is a time and a place.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I couldn’t help but feel the s
exual tension begin to build again, regardless of how formal or professional he was trying to be.

  “When you get a moment, please come into my office.”

  I smoothed out my blouse and picked up the morning files on my desk. He wants to jump right back into work; I can be professional too, I thought. I walked to his office and went inside.

  “Shut the door,” he said, not looking up from his computer.

  He didn’t look pleased. I set the files on the edge of his desk and sat across from him.

  “Don’t sit,” he commanded. “Come here.”

  I felt a twinge of something deep in my stomach, wondering if it was fear or arousal. I walked to his side and waited for his next command.

  “Do you mind telling me what the fuck this is?”

  He held his hand out toward his computer screen and I saw the familiar video of our special night together playing on his screen. Arousal struck me as I watched it play out. I had forgotten that I told Camille to email it to him as soon as she had gotten it.

  I touched his shoulder with my fingertip and ran it down his arm, but he pulled back and grabbed my arms pulling me to him. I gasped feeling a warmth surround my pussy.

  “This is not a joke, Olivia.”

  “No, it’s not.” My lips parted,and I felt the heat from his breath.

  “You had better explain and fast.”

  “Well, I will admit I had ulterior motives in mind when I asked Camille to video our little sex act, but things have changed since then.”

  “I don’t understand,” he huffed, holding my arms tighter.

  “I wanted revenge.”

  “Revenge? On me? For what? I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

  “Not on you, Robert. On your daughter.”

  “My daughter? I don’t understand.”

  “She was my best friend. I thought she was so perfect, her family, her life, her looks and our relationship, until I caught her with my boyfriend. I wanted to ruin her perfect life, and how better to do so than to send a video of her cheating father to his wife?”

  “You are…!”

  “Hold on. I’m not going to send it. I have changed my mind.”

  “Why would you do this, Olivia?”

  “It was nothing against you. You just got caught in the line of fire, but lucky for you, I have changed my mind.”

  “So, now what?”

  I leaned in and kissed his gaping mouth and slid my tongue along his bottom lip.

  “You were so fucking good Saturday night. I don’t want it to end. I want to be your sexual play toy.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “If you don’t turn me away and you allow me the pleasure,” I cupped his balls and caressed him through his pants “of your company, I won’t release the video to anyone.”

  “You are one sick woman.”

  “No, obsessed maybe, but not sick.” I straddled his legs and sat down dangling my arms over his shoulders. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want someone who is willing to do whatever you want her to do whenever you want it.” I kissed him again, and he finally responded forcing his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me into him, his cock pushing up into me. When he released me, I smiled. “I take that as a yes?”

  “Do I have any other choice?”

  “You do, but I think you want to keep your marriage. As long as I’m happy, your marriage will be too. It’s the ultimate revenge, don’t you think?”

  His cynical laugh melted my heart as he pulled my panties over from underneath my skirt and fingered me at his desk. A knock on the door was ignored,and for the entire morning, our private meeting climaxed to great heights.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 5

  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.