Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  It was heated, yes, and very passionate, but it was more than that, too. There was something there underneath the sexual arousal, something that had more to do with love than lust. There was a world of difference between the two, she was learning.

  “Lie down on the table,” he directed, and she smiled at him as she did as he asked. Just like that, in a split second, he was on top of her, the little table luckily sturdy enough to hold both of their weights. “I want to look at you while I have you this time. I want to see your eyes while you come.”

  Hearing him say those words, that was almost enough to set her off right then and there. He entered her slowly, his hands grazing over her sides and down to her hips, and she wrapped her legs around him and canted her hips up to try to get him deeper inside of her.

  As they moved together, as he thrust deep and slow inside of her, she felt tears come to her eyes. How was this so perfect? How was she actually in love with this amazing man, who loved her back? How was it that they were starting a family together?

  It wasn’t conventional, but it was right. The way he moved inside her, yes, but also the commitment that they’d made it each other. It was right, and it was perfect, for them.

  “Liam,” she said, savoring the sound of his name on her lips. “Liam, love, I’m so close …”

  Miraculously, he nodded. Sweat shone on his forehead, making it glisten, as he pushed his cock deep inside of her, stretching her open in the best way possible, making her entirely his.

  “Daphne,” he gasped, and if she’d liked the way his name sounded on her lips, she absolutely adored the way hers sounded almost whimpered out like that. “Daphne, now!”

  Just like that, she came, the waves of sensation rocketing through her and making her lose herself entirely in him just for a few seconds. She closed her eyes and held on tightly to him, refusing to let go as pleasure wracked her slender body and made her lose everything else.

  At the same time, he convulsed and she felt the slickness of his hot fluids inside of her, coating her and filling her and making a silent promise that, if she was his, that he was hers, too.

  “What did you want to say before?” Daphne belatedly remembered, as he rested his head briefly on her shoulder as though gathering his strength. This had been just as crazy intense for him as it had been for her, she figured.

  “Hmm? Oh.” He laughed softly, swiping his lips over hers briefly before standing back up. Being fucked on an exam table was sexy as hell, but it wasn’t all that comfortable after. “I just wanted to say that Doctor Spears is retiring. I’m taking over her practice.”

  She started to laugh. She couldn’t help it. It was a laugh of relief, yes, because even if she hadn’t been pregnant, she would have been able to keep seeing him. But it was also just sort of hilarious, really, because it wasn’t like he could keep being her doctor.

  He joined her, and helped her up off of the exam table. She knew, right then and there, without any words needing to be spoken, that she had just seen him for the last time. As his patient, at least.

  As for what they would build together, well, that was the exciting part. It would be them, him, her, and their baby, and they could build a family together that was just perfect for them.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 19

  “In Clinical Chemistry, fats are called lipids. There are two types of lipids based on content; these are the good and bad lipids. Anyone here who can give examples of good and bad lipids?” Professor Ellis asked his class.

  Dr. Justin Ellis, 43, single, was nicknamed “CC Terror” because of his ability to reduce his students into bumbling idiots during his lectures. His gelled black hair, arched eyebrow, piercing eyes, and thin, determined lips further enhanced his undesirable image.

  A few students raised their hands, but Justin deliberately ignored them. “Miss Stuart,” he bellowed.

  Brenda Stuart bolted from her chair with a start. She was petite but properly proportioned; small upright breasts, shapely legs and firm rumps. Her shoulder-length brown hair, alluring lips, sharp nose and soulful, black eyes enhanced her exotic beauty.

  “Examples of good lipids are vegetable and fruit oils, while bad lipids are meat fat,” Brenda confidently answered.

  “Correct,” Justin acknowledged, “those delicious cheese burgers and pork chops you voraciously eat every day are rich in bad fats. When bad fats are in excess in your bloodstream, this will increase your risk of developing heart diseases,” he pointed to one plump student. The student cringed.“These bad fats can come in the form of triglyceride and cholesterol that have the chemical structures…”

  He turned his back to write the chemical formula on the white board. His back was broad and he had perfectly sculptured shoulders that extended to brawny arms and long, sturdy legs. These were evident underneath his immaculate, grey suit.

  The whole class fell into strained silence as he whisked through the formula without difficulty. His mastery of the subject matter was a well-known fact in the university, so no one dared to question his stringent teaching style. He was good looking too and students had fallen for him countless of times despite his stern persona. But Justin had remained indifferent to them all.

  His dedication to his craft and his patience to extend his working hours to tutor students patiently were also legendary.

  Throughout all the years, he remained single. This prompted some rumors that he was gay.

  The bell rang and the students bade goodbye as they left the room.

  But Brenda stayed rooted to her chair.

  “What’s the matter, Miss Stuart? Do you have something to say?” Justin threw her a menacing squint.

  Brenda approached him, her steps unfaltering. “Sir…may I ask something?” Brenda’s voice rang loud and clear. “Why do you always pick on me?”

  Justin’s face turned cloudy and his eyes widened. “And why do you say so, Miss Stuart?” He bristled.

  “It’s obvious, there’s not a day in class that you don’t ask me a question,” Brenda declared. She felt she was being wronged.

  “Do you know that every time you recite, you’d be awarded points?” Justin asked her, his thick eyebrows up in consternation. “I’m giving you a chance to graduate with honors,” he continued.

  “But …” Brenda protested.

  “Your lowest grade is CC, and I’m insulted that you don’t learn enough from me,” he revealed, exasperated.

  “Well, it’s because I find it hard to memorize chemical structures and reactions. Chemistry was never my favorite subject.”

  Justin’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “You don’t really memorize, Miss Stuart. You have to understand first before you can write down those formulas,” he quipped.

  “Okay, can I see you tomorrow then for tutoring?” Brenda queried expectantly.

  Justin hesitated for a full minute before replying. “Do you really need tutoring? Or do you merely want to annoy me?”

  “Sir, didn’t you say CC is my lowest grade? I want to improve my grade in the finals,” Brenda explained.

  After classes, the following day, Brenda occupied one of the small discussion rooms in the school library. Justin arrived 10 minutes later, carrying a few books with him.

  After some brief words of greetings, they sat down and the one-on-one tutoring started.

  “When you think about chemical structures, think about an important person you care about,” Justin eyed her under his dark lashes.

  “Sir?” Brenda stared at him, not being able to comprehend. “Like a boyfriend?” she blurted out. He’s so handsome, she thought. Is he really gay? She wanted to know.

  “Yes, what are his significant qualities that you love about him?”

  “But I don’t have a boyfriend; I’m still trying to find one,” her shyness was slowly receding in the background. “If you can find me one, I would appreciate it.”

  Justin seemed not to hear her stat
ement. But lines started to appear on his forehead. “Let’s say you have one, what are the qualities that you would most likely remember?”

  “I would remember if he is kind, witty and a good lover.”Was he flirting with her? Brenda wasn’t sure.

  “So, those traits will help you understand him. The same is true with substances. They have also specific characteristics that make them different. These properties will help you remember their chemical structures,” Justin wrote on the pad before him as he spoke.

  Brenda was staring at his beautiful hands, mesmerized by how long and lean his fingers were. How would it feel to have those slender fingers touch my face? Her heart raced.

  “Hello,” he snapped his fingers before her face. “Are you paying attention? Or shall we end this session?” Justin was visibly angry.

  “Sir, I’m sorry,” Brenda touched Justin’s hands with a slight caress.

  Justin abruptly stood up. “I think we’ll end here,” he snarled and gathered his things before storming out of the room.

  Brenda watched him with amusement in her eyes. The professor is definitely human; he reacted to my touch, she thought. Perhaps this is her chance to score a higher mark in the finals.

  During the days that followed, Brenda was bent on achieving her goal. She listened carefully and jotted essential information during Justin’s lectures and in the evenings, she studied diligently. However, she still encountered difficulty in writing down chemical structures and in solving laboratory math problems.

  “Sir, kindly tutor me for a week,” she pleaded. “I have to earn a higher grade in your subject.”

  Justin was shaking his head eyeing her cautiously.

  “Please, sir.”

  He gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, but be serious this time. Come tomorrow after classes at the same venue.”

  The next day, Brenda arrived in the library an hour earlier. Justin came just in time. He looked dashing in his light green shirt and beige coat and tie.

  He’s such a nerd and a stuck-up, Brenda grinned impishly. Wait till I get my hands on his phallus. She smiled, elated to have a challenge on her doorstep. She loved challenges!

  “Let’s start about the various specific properties of these substances,” Justin used a pad paper to write on.

  They were seated, side by side, on the small table; their bodies close and their knees and shoulders almost touching. From afar, they were like lovers planning for their wedding. Brenda can smell the clean, tangy odor of his cologne, and it made her want to lean closer to him.

  Justin sensed this and he tried to move farther, but . . .

  “Is the double bond found in this carbon atom?” Brenda pointed to the diagram on the table.

  He had to move back closer to see what she was pointing at. As she pointed, her cleavage appeared. She did it on purpose to seduce the professor. His eyes darted to the smooth curves of her firm breasts.

  Brenda heard his pulse thunder, while his eyes twitched and his pupils dilated. It took several interminable seconds before he replied, “Yes, yes, that carbon atom.”

  “The esters will normally attach to this double bond and discard one hydrogen atom, right?” Brenda peered at him at close quarters that they were nearly kissing. She could smell his minty hot breath against her lips.

  Brenda expected him to pull away but he was galvanized into inaction, his eyes transfixed on her inviting lips, and her hot body rousing a wild animal instinct from within him.

  “Right,” he murmured gruffly, tensing up. He was thinking, good heavens; this little brat is seducing me.

  Brenda’s thighs were now gently rubbing against his. She had been educated since primary school in a convent, under the strict supervision of nuns; that was why she was still a virgin at 19. She wanted to get laid and experience the mind-blowing orgasm that her roommates were avidly talking about.

  The library was closing in an hour and they were not yet done with the chapter.

  “Can we continue the lessons in your house?” Brenda leaned on him as close as she could, and breath into his ear. “I may be able to share some important info as well,” she licked her upper lips as she spoke.

  Justin was speechless. It was the first time that his body reacted wildly. There were similar instances before but he had managed to remain calm and indifferent. He was astonished that Brenda was able to arouse his lustful feelings. His penis was awakening from its deep slumber. His mind refused, but his body clamored for more.

  Brenda knew she won. She cleared the table and stood up, “let’s go, professor.”

  Without a word, Justin followed her like an automaton. He was in a daze and seemed to be hypnotized. She knew exactly where his car was parked. Justin opened the door for her and she stepped in giddily, joyful of her success.

  In the car, she rested her hands on Justin’s thigh indifferently. Justin gasped. Then she began caressing it. He trembled and his dick started to rise to the occasion. “Stop, we’re on school grounds,” he whispered sharply at her.

  She stopped and transferred her hand into her own breasts. “Do you know that I’m still a virgin?” she stated, as he started driving away from the university premises. “I want you to deflower me, Dr. Justin Ellis,” she whispered lustily, deliberately showing him how she was fondling her breasts.

  Justin glanced at her, “You’re my student,” he said sotto-voce, trying to maintain his composure. “This is prohibited.”

  “I’m an adult and will be graduating next month. What’s there to stop us?” she stated, dismayed at his prudence.

  He swallowed as Brenda continued toying with her tits and nipples. “I’ve mastered masturbation because there were no men around,” she disclosed, inserting her hands inside her panty. Justin’s manhood stood erect as the musky scent of vaginal juices emanated from her. She was wet and ready.

  He abruptly braked to a stop and opened the door. “Please, get out,” he barked in a controlled voice. His face was a mask of conflicting emotions.

  Brenda was certain that he was ready to go off any moment. She attempted to stay put but he pushed her off the door, and left her standing forlornly at the curb.

  She was indignant and frustrated. You’re a pompous prig, she yelled at him silently, her body smoldering with unfulfilled desires. To hell with you, she gritted her teeth and began walking towards her dorm. If that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you, she muttered to herself.

  It took superhuman effort for Justin to let Brenda go, when all he wanted was to hold her in his arms, kiss her and fuck her until she cries out loud for more. He had to make sure that it wasn’t merely a shot out of the blue. She was his student after all. He felt a moral obligation to take care of her.

  School the next day was a pain in the ass. Brenda, her body worn-out and grieving had lost all its energy. She was listless as she prepared herself for school. I’ll show him that it didn’t matter to me at all, she decided firmly.

  She entered the class beaming with false gaiety, “Good morning everyone, anyone interested in a party tonight?” She announced. “There will be drinks and food, my treat,” her classmates cheered, and that was when the professor walked in.

  “What’s the riot all about?” Justin queried.

  “Miss Stuart has invited us for some drinks this evening,” someone piped in.

  “Oh, I see,” Justin turned to stare at Brenda, who was intentionally flirting with one of her classmates.

  During class, Justin and Brenda acted like nothing happened the day before. Justin did not call Brenda to recite and she didn’t volunteer. Even after classes, she left through the backdoor ignoring Justin.

  Justin was visibly bothered and he was not able to concentrate on work for the whole afternoon. That girl is a fiery animal, he decided, she stops at nothing to get what she wants. He knew it and yet, he was inexplicably attracted to her, like moth to a flame.

  He had been pacing restlessly for a whole hour until he could not stand it any longer. That girl can get
into trouble by her stubbornness. She might just get laid by anyone she encounters in the party, he assumed. He raced to the party’s venue and was greeted by boisterous students.

  “It’s great you were able to come sir, Professor Walker is here, as well,” one student volunteered.

  “Have you seen Miss Stuart? He asked.

  “She’s with Professor Walker.”

  Justin’s heart did a somersault. Was she now flirting with John?