Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “Spank my ass…” She urged him and Sean gladly gave her a gentle slap on her right cheek.

  “Harder!” She ordered. Surprised for a second, he gave it a good, hard slap and held onto it.

  “Yeah, do it again…” Ava moaned, just before she took his cock in her mouth. Her tone was not as commanding as before. Karlie never liked any spanking. She thought it was abusive and Sean had no choice but to comply.

  Ava tried to swallow his cock, while Sean kept himself busy biting her juicy ass, gently. Another slap on her left cheek was enough for Ava to pull his cock out of her mouth and moan, louder that time. Sean felt her moisture on his chest.

  “Suck my dick, Ava, come on, suck it…” He said and put his mouth back on her pussy. His tongue was perfectly angled for what he had in mind…

  He placed the tip of his tongue on her entrance and started pushing it slowly inside her, while his hands were on her hips.

  “Hmmm, what you got in mind, bad boy?” Ava sighed.

  “She knows exactly what I’m trying to do…” Sean said to himself, watching her crotch pressing against him the whole time.

  “Ooh, yeah, stick your tongue inside me!” Ava screamed, as she felt his whole tongue penetrating her. Soon enough, Sean felt her sweet juices in his mouth. He put both hands on her cheeks and pushed her up and down on his tongue.

  Crazy with lust, Ava jerked his cock harder and harder, taking it deep down her throat, sucking it with passion. Sean discovered that his hands were not needed anymore; Ava was bouncing on his tongue, enjoying its sensation inside her dripping wet pussy.

  “You’re gonna make me cum again, fuck!” Ava gasped. He could not take it anymore, either. His cock was about to explode.

  “I’m cumming, Ava.” That is all he managed to say, just before a massive surge of sperm shot out of his cock. She was able to pull it out of her mouth in time. Soon, Ava came all over Sean’s face and rubbed her butt cheeks on his mouth.

  “Alright, enough fucking around. It’s riding time….” Ava said, meaningfully.

  She straddled him and faced him that time. His cock was still rock hard. Ava grabbed it with her right hand and led it inside her pussy.

  “It’s so big… Shit, it’s so fucking big…” She moaned, as she took more and more of his huge cock inside her. Finally, her wet pussy engulfed his entire dick, down to the shaft.

  “Yeah, baby, all the way in…” Sean groaned, while playing with her tits. Ava leaned forward and collapsed in his arms, seeking one more of his sensual kisses.

  He put her arms around her and started pushing his cock in and out, slowly. Once again, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Sean’s hands traveled down, towards her ass.

  “You must really like my ass, you dirty boy…” Ava said, in a sexy voice, looking right into his eyes.

  “I love your ass, I love your tits, I love your body, Ava…” Sean managed to murmur, before he pulled her closer for yet another kiss. His hands grabbed and held onto her juicy ass. He quickened his pace a little, eager to make her scream with pleasure. Ava put her hands on his chest, leaned back and started grinding on his cock.

  “It’s so deep inside me…” She moaned, with her eyes shut. Sean allowed her to ride him for a few minutes; he wanted to enjoy the view of his cock getting lost inside her. Unwilling to let her control the pace anymore, he pulled her back down and held her there, just before he grabbed her ass again. He even dug his nails in her soft flesh.

  “Pound me, come on, pound my pussy…” She urged him.

  Ava did not even have time to finish her sentence. Sean was already thrusting her, deep and hard, just the way the both liked it.

  “Ooh, um, fuck yeah, that’s it!” Ava gasped. She squinted at him, breathing down on his neck, with his hands all over her ass. A slap on her left butt cheek increased her pleasure. Sean was all the way in; his cock had reached her outer walls. Her boobs were very close to his face. He took advantage of it and tried to take her entire right boob in his mouth. It was too big, though. He had to make do with her nipple. He sucked and licked it, while he pounded her pussy, harder and harder by the second.

  “Give it to me, come on…” She kept saying.

  Sean felt her juices dripping down her thighs, but he did not want to cum just yet. Not in that position, anyway. He pushed her back.

  “I wanna fuck you from behind…” He said, in a low tone. Ava went on all fours, just like she had done before.

  “Damn, I can’t get enough of that ass…” Sean sighed and led his cock back inside her pussy. He grabbed Ava by the hips and pushed it in.

  “Make me cum again, please.” She begged him. That time, Sean’s pace was not slow like earlier. Instead, he started pounding her hard from behind.

  “I’d love to make you cum, you sexy thing…” He thought.

  Sean watched her ass bounce, while he fucked her. His balls were slapping against her cheeks. Her pussy, warm and incredibly wet. Ava was so turned on that she even backed down on him, trying to control the pace herself. Their bodies synchronized after a few seconds. Their moans filled the room.

  Sean sensed his orgasm was close. Ava looked at him, over the left shoulder. She licked her upper lip, squinted at him and said to him:

  “You’re such a great fuck, I’m cumming again…”

  Sean kept staring at her ass. Sweat was dripping from his brow. Ava’s naked body was at his mercy. He quickened his pace even more. Ava herself stopped backing down on him, as if she had surrendered to him.

  He sent her into spasms of orgasmic pleasure for the fourth time that night. Her entire body quaked, flooding his cock with more juices. He pulled it out; he was desperate to cum on her ass.

  “Oh shit, I’m cumming…” He groaned and came all over her big ass. Sean collapsed next to her, exhausted and panting.

  “You’ve got some serious moves for a guy your age, you know that?” She said to him. She had a content look on her face.

  “Huh…” Sean smirked at her.

  “Thanks, but it all depends on the woman, really.”

  “Meaning?”

  “It’s like cars. You can’t drive a Ford GT the way you would drive a Ford Fiesta.”

  “I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with cars, can you explain?”

  “The Ford GT is a supercar, Ava. Fiestas are tiny little cars you use to go to the grocery or something.”

  Ava laughed hard. She then crawled into his arms, caressing his abdomen.

  It had finally become very clear to Sean that whatever had happened between him and Karlie was water under the bridge. The night he had spent with Ava had made a big difference. Not just because she was great in bed, but also because she had made him understand that living in the present is so much better than living in the past.

  He would not spend another moment missing anyone. Sean was determined to live his life to the fullest. Being with Ava was a big no-no, although he would not say no to another night with her.

  A relationship was the last thing on his mind. The only thing Sean wanted was some peace of mind, along with some pure fun…

  Story 36

  Chapter One

  “Where the hell are you going now, Megan!” my father cried out.

  “Nowhere dad, quit bothering me,” I snapped at him.

  “Megan, you know that you’re still living under my roof. I don’t give a damn that you’re 19, I want you to quit sassing me off,” my father said.

  I rolled my eyes, but then, I heard the same tirade I’m used to with this man.

  “Don’t you roll your eyes at me, you brat!” he said.

  “Or what? You going to tell mom or something? I’m an adult, you can’t boss me around,” I snapped back at him.

  “Yes I can, you bitch! You’re still living with me, so you’re under my rules,” he said.

  “Whatever, dad. I’m going out. Don’t try to follow me,” I said with a grumble.

  Before he could respond, I flipped him off, closing the do
or behind me. Gosh, my dad was so annoying. I only lived with him because it’s hard out there for a young adult like me. Hell, I barely knew how to pay taxes, and it’s not like he’s completely kicked me out or anything. He keeps me around, probably because the bastard is lonely. I mean, I don’t have to pay rent, and he provides all my food and a bit of spending money.

  In truth, I’ve never worked a day in my life. I don’ see the point, especially when my own father will take care of everything. But he’s so annoying, always getting onto me about everything. He’s acting like if I do something wrong he’s going to tell my mother or some crap, but I don’t get it myself. I mean, why does this bastard think he’s hot shit!? I don’t get it. I can’t stand him, but what else am I supposed to do? I’m just a college kid, and I’m out for the summer.

  I went out with a few of my friends, getting some stuff from the mall. I’m glad that he doesn’t bother me, but I had a feeling when I got home, it would be more of the same shit. I mean shit, maybe I should take a job. I can’t stand my dad anyways, and it would mean way less time around him.

  It was a thought I considered, but then I remembered that jobs required schedules, and I liked sleeping until noon every day and then playing video games until five AM. But that’s just me. My father couldn’t stand it, and he always threatened me by saying he would make me go to bed at a decent hour. Whatever, he can’t fucking control me.

  I got some great stuff, using the card my father gave me. He lets me buy whatever the hell I want. The dude is well-off, so I take it as an advantage to the life I share. I got some neat things, and once I finished up, I headed on back. However, when I got there, my father was sitting in the living room.

  “You’re late,” he said.

  “I’m not fucking late. I’m right on time,” I muttered with a glance.

  “I thought you knew the rules. You’re supposed to be home by nine. It’s nearly ten,” he said.

  “Dad, I’m an adult. Why the fuck do you make me have a damn curfew?” I asked him with a snap.

  Because it’s obvious that you don’t care about me.

  I rolled my eyes once more, and soon, he looked at me.

  “Come on, Megan, you’re acting like a brat,” he told me.

  “And you’re not the boss of me. I’m an adult,” I told him in response.

  “You may believe that, but let’s face it, if you don’t shape up soon, you’re going to regret it. I’m making arrangements, and they’re something you might not like,” he told me.

  Oh boo-hoo. I can’t stand this dude, so I just scoffed and walked upstairs. Like he could control me.

  It was the same shit every single day. I couldn’t stand living with him, but I was only going to have to do so for a while. However, about a week later, I saw something on the table.

  “What the hell is this?” I asked my father.

  “Your work schedule,” he responded.

  I looked at the guy like he had three heads. What the fuck was this dude talking about?

  “I don’t have a work schedule. I don’t work,” I told him with a bit of a rude tone. I mean, it’s obvious that I don’t, he’s just fucking stupid.

  “I know you say that now, but you’re not going to be singing that tune once you find out what I’m about to tell you,” he said.

  I sat down at the table where he ushered me to, and that’s when he started to sigh.

  “Megan, I can’t go the next couple of months like this. I just can’t,” he said.

  “Why not? You’re stuck with me. Mom’s gone. She’s been gone for about ten years now, and I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I said.

  “You’re bored. I thought that maybe it would be fine having you around. Maybe you would’ve learned your lesson, but it’s obvious that isn’t the case. You’re acting out, being completely rude to everyone, and honestly, I can’t stand it. I try my hardest to make it work for you, but it’s obvious you don’t give a damn,” he said to me.

  I looked at him, wondering what the hell he was going to tell me. Was I grounded? That meant more time alone for me.

  “So what does this have to do with the work schedule?” I finally asked.

  “I asked my buddy Collin if you could come work with him. He owns the local meat shop in town, and I told him you’d be off for the summer. It’s time for you to learn some character, and while I’ve provided a lot for you up until this point, I can’t keep doing this. You’re honestly driving me insane,” he said to me.

  I looked at him, listening to the words that he spoke.

  “Fuck you,” I said.

  “Shut up, Megan. You’re nothing but a little brat, a fucking brat who doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. Listen, Collin is a good man, and I’ll tell you right now, that you’ll appreciate what I’m about to do for you. You need to learn your place in this world. I won’t be around forever and while I’ve helped countless times up until this point, I can’t keep helping you now,” he said to me.

  I was appalled at the fact that he said that. I was just…I didn’t know what to say. A part of me wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, that he wasn’t the boss of me or anyone else, but at this point, I knew that I was utterly defeated. Plus, I mean as much as I hate my father, maybe getting a job would do me some good. I mean, it’s better than just sitting here like a bump on a log, right?

  “Fine. I’ll do it,” I said.

  “See, that wasn’t so hard,” he joked.

  “Maybe for you, but I don’t know the first thing about working,” I said to him.

  “Trust me, Collin will teach you everything. He’s actually a few years older than you are, so it’s someone around your age range. Maybe you can pick up some inspiration to actually provide for yourself and follow your dreams instead of assuming that everyone will give you whatever the hell you want,” he uttered.

  I wanted to flip my father off once again, but I stopped myself. Maybe I should give this a chance. I mean, it’s not like it’s a terrible thing to behold, nor would it really suck. I mean, it’s better than nothing, right? I guess I’ll do it.

  “Fine. So when do I start?” I asked.

  “Monday. You have the rest of the week to have a bit of freedom, but then come Monday, your ass is to be there at the butcher shop,” he told me.

  I immediately nodded. I mean, it can’t be that bad, right? It seems like a decent place to work. Even though meat is kind of gross to handle, I guess I’ll try to find some appeal in it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen.

  I spent the rest of the week dicking around, and while my father was still a bit snappy towards me, ever since I agreed, he was a bit nicer. I began to flush, wondering what I was about to get into, and before I knew it, I was soon going to have a new job. What I didn’t know though, was that this job was unlike anything I expected it to be, and soon, I would find out the real fun behind working at a butcher shop, and how handling meat would lead me down the path to other sorts of meat handling as well.

  Chapter Two

  I walked to the butcher shop that day, since it was near my home. At first, I was a bit disgusted knowing that I won’t have my car, but at least it was a nice day, with not a ton of heat or other bullshit. When I got there, I opened the door, and suddenly, I was hit with the stench of meat.

  “Good god!” I cried out, holding my nose as I looked at all of the carcasses in the back. There were pigs, various types of other meat, I could’ve sworn I saw some intestines after a while, and in truth, I kind of wanted to puke when I saw all of this. However, I kept my ground, walking in and seeing the man that I presumed to be the shop owner.

  Or at least, his backside. Holy shit he was gorgeous, like so pretty I wanted to say something. And his ass was nice and plump, like a bubble butt. I began to smile, immediately realizing this wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be. I shimmied over to where he was, against the counter. While I did have on a grungy white shirt and jeans, since that was what my father claimed to have wan
ted me to wear, I began to push my breasts against the counter, looking at the man.

  “Oh hello there,” the guy said, looking me up and down. It was obvious that his eyes were completely focused on another area of my body, causing me to smirk in excitement.

  “Hello there. I take it that this is the butcher shop?” I asked him.

  “Course it is. You’re Megan, right? Your father told me a lot about you. Said you needed some work,” he teased.

  I blushed. While I hated when my father ragged on me for not doing what I was supposed to do, I knew with this man, instead of feeling angry, I felt aroused.