Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  Although feeling just a bit of discomfort as he moved within her, Dorothea felt this irritation flee her body as he reached his fingers between her tender folds to knead and stroke her enflamed nub; once again sparking those delicious emotions that so pleased and excited her.

  Now writhing wild in her lover’s embrace, Dorothea spread her fleshy thighs to invite him farther inward; throwing her head back as he kissed his way up her neck and once again seized her lips with his.

  Just then the car beneath them hit a rough spot in the road, throwing them full into one another’s arms as he surged within her; simultaneously laying a gentle squeeze onto the surface of her throbbing clit.

  Finally he sent her hurdling across the bounds of an incredible shared climax; sensation overcoming them as they exploded together in the depths of unbelievable ecstasy.

  Losing themselves in their own private realm of sublime shared pleasure, the couple collapsed together as their car continued its easy trek through the streets of Bay City.

  Pulling his lover closer than close, Culver massaged her back and shoulders as she murmured her contentment; sinking in his arms as she hugged him to her and stared deep into his eyes.

  “Culver, that was amazing,” she released on a whisper, adding as she rested her head on his chest, “I feel so far away from all of my problems now. I almost wish I didn’t have to go home.”

  Culver smiled, his agile fingertips playing down the base of her spine as he considered her words.

  “This is indeed a magical night, Love,” he said finally, gracing her with an affirming smile as he told her, “I have to ask you, though. Why does it have to end? Do you have someone waiting for you back home?” he paused here, adding as he chucked her chin in a light, playful manner, “What foul rival will I have to battle for the hand of my Dorothea?”

  Dorothea snorted.

  “Oh, rest assured,” she told him, adding as she rolled her eyes heavenward, “When you drop me off at my door this evening, you will not find the defensive line of a leading professional football team waiting to reclaim their resident love goddess,” she paused here, adding in a far more serious tone, “What you will find is my elderly father, who I spend the bulk of my time tending to and taking care of—that is, when I’m not trying to support us both by way of an online data entry job.”

  Culver nodded.

  “You have a tough life, don’t you, Love?” he asked her, adding as he raised her chin until their gazes locked, “I can tell this life has made you very strong and most resilient. That’s something I really love in a woman.” He paused here, adding as he continued to rub her back in long, tender strokes, “Even so, I’d love nothing more than to continue spoiling you rotten—and not just for the duration of the evening, Sweetheart, but for as long as you can tolerate my presence.”

  Sitting upright in their seat, Dorothea pinned her lover with a disbelieving stare as she sat away from him in the cushions.

  “Although this has been an incredible night, Culver, I feel that at this point I must remind you that you and I barely know each other,” she told him, adding as she raised her chin to proud effect, “Throughout the course of my life, men have made a hobby and a sport of hurting me as much as possible. When they’re not ignoring me outright, they’re mocking me, insulting me, or at best leading me on or teasing me into thinking I might have a chance with them.” She paused here, adding as she raised an authoritative finger straight in his direction, “I’m not putting up with it anymore, Culver. If you’re not serious about this, and about me, then I must insist that you drop me off at my doorstep and leave me alone.”

  She took in her breath as her lover met this statement words with actions as opposed to words; taking her raised finger between his full moist lips and suckling its tip.

  “I could not be more serious about you, Dorothea,” he assured her, adding as he took her hands in his, “I’ve been alone for so long, my dear, throwing myself into my work and building my business. Sure I date once in a while, and yes I enjoy a healthy sex life, but the Miami born glamour girls that I show off at parties never make me laugh or think. They’re just not—well, they’re just not you.”

  With these words he once again swept her up in his arms, his embrace this time nurturing and coddling as he graced her lush body with an affectionate squeeze.

  “I’ve never met another woman like you,” he affirmed, adding as he inclined his sculpted head sharp in her direction, “And while I well understand your skepticism—indeed, if a woman of your intelligence wasn’t skeptical of the male gender, I’d be more than a bit surprised—I’m more than willing to prove my worth before we go any further.”

  Dorothea arched her eyebrows.

  “Well, let me take just a minute here to catch up with this switch,” she told him, holding her hands up before her in a show of mock defensiveness. “But isn’t that exactly what you’ve been doing to me for the last, oh, hour or so? Proving your worth to me? Among other things?”

  Pitching his head back with a leonine flourish, Culver guffawed outright.

  “I must say it, Love. You never cease to charm and thoroughly entertain me,” he told her, adding in a more serious tone, “And while it is very important to me that I please and satisfy all of your sensual needs, it is obvious that you need more than a good lover. You need a man you can turn to and rely on in times of need, but who still respects you as a strong, self-sufficient woman. Correct?”

  Dorothea thought a moment, then nodded.

  “Pretty much so,” she agreed, adding with a shrug, “And if the dude is as unbelievably hot as you are, well then that’s another bonus.”

  Culver chuckled, but only briefly.

  “Well again, you need a man who offers you far more than good looks and great sex,” he reminded her, adding as he pierced her with a long thoughtful stare, “So tell me Dorothea, what time were you due home this evening?”

  Dorothea frowned.

  “At midnight,” she told him, adding as she snuck a pained look at the wristwatch that—at this point—represented the only form of apparel still adorning her rubenesque body, “In other words, about 20 minutes from now. I was going to stay out later, depending on how my date went, but the senior sitter that I hire to watch Dad from time to time charges a pretty penny.”

  Culver frowned.

  “Senior sitter,” he sounded out these foreign words to adorable effect, adding with a sharp shrug, “Well, whoever that is, put her on the phone with me post haste. I’ll give her my credit card numbers and ask her to stay on the job just a little bit longer.” He paused here, adding as he graced her with a playful wink, “All night, if possible.”

  Dorothea felt her cheeks flush as she considered these suggestive words.

  “Well, I never thought I’d be hanging out with a dude who counts the words ‘post haste’ as part of his everyday vocabulary,” she observed, adding as she graced her lover with a smile of warm sincerity, “Even so I must say it. Aside from being a walking dream, Babe, you are one hell of a great guy—one I would more than love to spend the night with—and, or so I suspect, many more nights to come.”

  Chapter Five

  After making the prerequisite phone call to Dorothea’s senior sitter, Culver asked his mild mannered, silver haired limo driver—who by this time also required overtime payment and was generally growing weary of driving around town in an endless and continuous circle—to deliver them to the front door of his home on the north side.

  Dorothea in fact never had seen a home more ‘north side’ in her entire life.

  “Criminy,” she mused, her eyes flying wide at the vision of a house that could only be called a mansion.

  Scaling three stories in height, this palatial pink sandstone home—an Italian style residence true to the style of a classic 20s manse--came complete with arched windows and entryways, encircling balconies and porches, and sloping mint green rooves that glowed bright in the light of the moon above.

  Making his w
ay through the circular driveway that fronted this spectacular manse, the relieved limousine driver accepted a hearty tip from his smirking employer before disappearing into the night; leaving Culver and Dorothea to walk hand in hand through the broad arched entryway that fronted what his date immediately labeled “Casa Culver.”

  Soon Dorothea found herself ensconced in the lavish sitting room that served as the centerpiece of this lush architectural confection; a room distinguished at the top by a scarlet corniced ceiling and a sparkling crystal chandelier, sprawling bay windows adorned with curtains of pure red jacquard and bordered by smooth cream colored walls that boasted numerous examples of jazz style wall art, and a rich selection of pure leather furniture in the subtle tones of tope and burgundy.

  “This is one beauty of a place,” she observed, adding with a chuckle, “Of course, calling this one beauty of a place is like saying that Michelangelo’s Statue of David is a passing good sculpture.”

  Moments later she found herself swept up in the sheltering arms of her own personal David; a doting lover who dropped her in the cushiony depths of his comfy, fire hued leather couch.

  After searing her lips with a warm ardent kiss, Culver once again dropped to his knees before her; piercing her with a seductive stare as he ran his hands up her legs and beneath her ebony skirt.

  “I want you to pretend that this place is yours Dorothea,” he released on a hypnotic whisper, searing her with his cocoa hued gaze as his nimble fingers tickled her buxom thighs and rubbed her full hips before venturing farther upward. “You, my darling, are the lady of the house—the woman in charge of everything. I am here only to serve as your loyal and devoted servant—a man whose only purpose here is to serve and please you.”

  Dorothea relaxed in her seat as his smooth soft voice served to lull her into a pleasurable trance; suddenly envisioning herself as the fancy grand dame that her lover now described.

  “Could this dream ever come true?” she pondered, moaning in spite of herself as Culver’s touch lit a fire deep in her belly—one that soon threatened to spread like wildfire throughout her entire body. “Could I ever live this ritzy life, wearing beautiful clothes and eating gourmet food—never having to worry about how the bills are going to get paid, or how to cover next month’s mortgage?….”

  All semblance of worry fled her mind moments later, as her ardent servant once again stripped away the wet cotton panties that served as a barrier between them; petting her intimate mound and stroking open the folds of her soaking wet femininity.

  “In my ongoing efforts to please my lady, I do believe I may have stumbled upon a way to show her the optimum pleasure,” Culver continued to deliver his flawless brand of hot verbal seduction, rubbing her enflamed clit as he hissed, “This is just for you, my lady.”

  With these words he slipped his fingers through the opening of her pulsating pussy, rubbing and stroking her hungry insides until she gasped her pleasure.

  Riding his hand hard as she savored the look of passionate intensity that seared his chiseled features, Dorothea felt her heart pound with excitement as Culver’s magic fingertips continued to probe her pussy; his free hand all the while stroking the rounded belly that other men mocked.

  Tonight Dorothea felt beautiful and unashamed in her lover’s admiring eyes; writhing wild in the softness of his couch as his fingers seemed to seek the source of her greatest pleasure.

  Just then and with a wicked laugh, her lover ‘hit the spot’; crooking his finger in a come hither motion across the soft piece of flesh that lingered just inside her opening.

  Dorothea gasped as her lover made contact with that divine source of feminine ecstasy known as the G-spot; sending spasms of hot electric feeling coursing upward from her pussy to kiss every fiber of her being.

  Her eyes flying wide as her body reveled in this indescribable sensation, Dorothea fell forward into her lover’s waiting arms; rolling with him across the softness of plush ivory carpeting as their lips collided in an intense kiss.

  Making quick work of one another’s clothes, the couple’s arms and legs entangled as their tongues also entwined.

  Soon the pair found themselves in the shadow of an exquisite marble cast fireplace that formed a far corner of Culver’s living room; her host taking a moment to light the fire within as Dorothea enjoyed an unparallel view of his firm hard derriere.

  “You are just too perfect,” she praised him with a giddy grin, opening her arms to him as he joined her on the exotic Oriental weavers rug whose rich pattern of botanical florals captured her attention; especially when further adorned by the golden masculine body of her handsome seducer.

  Straddling him with a playful grin, a besotted Dorothea kissed her way down his hard sculpted chest and washboard abs; finally facing in full the long hard shaft that saluted her arrival.

  Bracing two adoring hands on his rock hard hips, Dorothea ran her tongue along the base of his shaft as he growled low in his throat; finally suckling its erect tip with her soft cherry red lips.

  With a wicked chuckle she tasted and sucked him, savoring his growl of contentment as he ran his hands through her long dark hair.

  She released a groan of frustration moments later, as her lover laid a gentle grasp on her broad shoulders and pulled her upward; clasping her tight and sure in his arms as he cupped her soft cheeks in two adoring hands.

  “You’re too good at that love. If you kept that up for very long, we’d be finished before we started,” Culver whispered, adding as his fingers seemed to memorize every line and plane of her beaming visage, “Good God, Dorothea. How could anyone think that you’re anything less than absolutely beautiful?”

  With these words he swept her beneath him on the rug, her breasts crushing his hard massive chest as their arms and legs entwined.

  Rolling wild across the length of the rug, the couple kissed deeply as he lowered his hand to knead her tender breasts; bringing her nipples to hard erect points beneath his touch as his free hand rubbed and cradled her back.

  Gyrating his hard trim hips against hers, Culver kissed Dorothea senseless as his long stiff cock surged upward to kiss her feminine cleft.

  “My beauty,” he praised her further, his hands running like warm water down her spine as she ran her own attentive fingers through his thick mass of silver black hair.

  “Look who’s talking,” she hissed, next touching and caressing his rock hard pecs as he coddled and cradled her.

  Finally and with an impassioned growl Culver joined them as one; his long hard shaft surging to the depths of her soaking wet pussy.

  Their hips claimed an immediate rhythm as their beings merged as one; their kisses growing hard and frantic as she impaled herself on his sweat glistened member.

  Soon Dorothea lost herself in all things Culver; her hands canvassing his perfect body as he probed and penetrated her, all the while listening as he continued to exalt her beauty and sensuality.

  His words dissolved to heated groans some time later, as their enjoined bodies immersed themselves into the depths of an unbreakable cocoon; heated still further by the fire that roared full and loud right before them.

  Collapsing in a rain of kisses and touches that threatened to consume them whole, the couple continued to writhe wild in one another’s arms as he surged forth to her very core; his reverberating shaft advancing and retreating as his long wet tongue mirrored the motion.

  The softness of the luxurious rug beneath her proved a pleasing contrast to the hardness of her lover’s perfect body; and for just a moment she broke their kiss to gaze upon the whole of his raw masculine glory—admiring his sculpted form as he bowed his head to kiss and nip her neck.

  Just then their gazes collided and their hips and thighs interlocked between them; and before they could stop themselves the couple parted their lips to say the words that both seemed to feel.

  “I love you,” their tones resounded low above the crackle of the flames before them.

  Even so the meaning
of their words resounded strong and hard into the night around them; driving them deeper into one another’s arms as, with a last resounding stroke, Culver carried them into the realm of a blissful mutual climax.

  Their beings merging to savor a tender rain of intense and seemingly boundless pleasure, Culver and Dorothea united in a long last kiss before collapsing in the softness of the rug below them.

  Relaxing finally in an easy embrace, the couple’s kisses and sighs intermingled sweet in the atmosphere around them; their reverie broken by the untimely chiming of Dorothea’s cell phone, which now resounded from the depths of her purse.

  Her eyes flew wide as she recognized the cell phone number of Cal Newton, the man who’d unceremoniously baled on the blind date they’d scheduled earlier that evening.

  “The nerve of him!” she told a watching Culver, hitting the talk button as she held the phone up to her ear and barked, “What do you want, Jerk?”