Dirty Erotica Sex Stories
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I gripped the carpet as my body jerked upwards when Katy took my huge penis in her mouth. “Your dick is as sensitive as our breasts so, it should be treated tenderly,” she lectured.
She gently ran her tongue around the crown of my cock, over and over, until I groaned in delight.
“Suck it, suck it,” I commanded her, trying to grab her hair towards my boner.
“Ssssh . . . Relax, your climax will be more pleasurable if you do it slowly,” Sophie assured me, rubbing her pussy against my opened mouth.
Katy lowered her tongue along the shaft of my dick and I clutched Sophie’s ass sucking on her clit as Sophie ran her tongue lightly along the length of my dick. Her fingers were juggling my balls gently, causing warm ripples in my groin that traversed into every cell in my limbs. When she took my manhood full in her mouth, I was transported into outer space in the depths of incredible sensations I had never experienced before. I closed my eyes and relished the pleasure as her head bobbed up and down; first very slowly and then going faster as I met her mouth with my powerful thrusts. I arched my back, straining to achieve my climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I snarled as the built in tension came crashing down to provide me release – the most satisfying climax I ever had.
I sucked Sophie’s pussy as the tidal wave of my climax made my body shake uncontrollably. Sophie climaxed too spewing her volcanic lava into my mouth. I continued sucking her and she gave off moaning sounds that anyone can hear in the other room. Thankfully the room was soundproofed.
Katy hadn’t climaxed yet and we had to fondle her and play with her before she achieved hers. I was starting to grow erect anew, but Katy prodded me to eat her instead, while Sophie caressed her breasts and kissed her lips until she cried out loud, juddering in the peak of her orgasm.
I went home gratified but still yearning for their cunts. At least they had played with me, unlike the previous times that I had to fondle myself to climax. Manipulative whores, I cursed them in my mind.
Work the next Monday was toxic. My mind wandered now and then to the events during the weekend and my dick throbbed whenever I remembered Sophie’s mouth sucking it. She was a phenomenal cock sucker, knowing when to increase the pressure and the speed.
“Hey, Mr. Anthis, the CEO is looking for you.”
My heart stopped and then drummed dangerously. I was sure it had nothing to do with the weekend event. I proceeded to the CEO’s office nervously.
“Mr. Anthis, what’s this?” Katy threw a bunch of paper towards me. I attempted to catch them but some glided into the floor. It was the tax exemption report I prepared for a client.
“How can you commit such a blatant error?” Katy shouted at me.
I gathered the strewn pieces of paper and gazed at them uncomprehendingly.
“I . . . don’t know . . . what you mean . . . ,” I stammered.
“Look at the figures, how can you miscalculate?”
“I had computed this accurately,” I insisted not bothering to read.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You don’t want to accept your mistake and you’re not even remorseful,” she fumed.
I stared at her defiantly. I was certain I made the correct computations.
“You’re fired!” she bellowed, enraged at my audacity. “Who do you think you are? Pack your stuff and go!”
I stared at her dumbfounded, realizing my mistake. I should have reassured her that I’ll go over the document and correct any errors. But it was too late now.
“Go, scram!” she yelled, livid in the face.
I was shocked at how fast things happened and I was unable to move a muscle.
When I didn’t move, Katy dialed the intercom, “security, there’s an intruder in my office, we need assistance.”
Before I knew it, my things were stuffed in a box and I was outside the building, standing at the curb.
Damn, what had just happened? Perhaps, I was too cocksure about myself just because the CEO had sucked my dick? What the hell?
I realized my mistake and struggled against the security guards to get back in, but to no avail. I was thrown like a used rag onto the pavement. I was a contractual employee and I had no legal grounds to sue or demand a redress. I gritted my teeth and hailed a taxi for home. There goes my first job. It was a handsomely paying job and I threw it all away because of my arrogance.
Depression overcame me throughout the days that ensued. I had some money in the bank for the ‘overtime work’ I did for the company, but that would vanish after a few more days. I had to find another job. But where?
I surfed online and searched the newspapers for a suitable job but found none. I was desperate because my funds had fizzled out. I was trudging hopelessly on the street when I saw a sign that read:
“Wanted cashier: Apply inside.”
My feet led me inside where a chubby, dark-haired woman greeted me with a smile, “May I help you?”
“I want to apply as a cashier,” I stated, forcing myself to smile.
“Uh huh, yes. May I see your resume’?”
I retrieved one folder from my backpack and handed it to her.
“Sit down,” she sat across me on the small table.
I observed her, as I prayed to the high heavens to help me. If you’re there God, please help me.
“Commendable,” she nodded her head. “But I’m afraid you might find the job here as not appropriate for your level of expertise. There are many companies out there needing your skills.”
Please, please, please.
“That’s true, but they want experienced accountants and I’m still gaining experience,” I retorted, not wanting to debase myself by kneeling down, but if worst comes to worst, I had to plead.
“Hmmmm,” she ogled me, trying to make up her mind.
I held my breath in anticipation.
After a full minute, she stood up. “Okay, let’s have a one-month trial period. Don’t hesitate to inform me at least a week before, if you get bored and decide to stop working.”
I stood up happily and thanked her profusely.
“Oh, by the way, you can start now,” she shook my hands. “I’m Olga Walker, welcome to Sophie’s Café, Mr. Anthis.”
I did a double turn and stared at her retreating back. Sophie’s café? Why did it sound sinister?
“You can call me Al,” I said loudly so she could hear.
Customers came in droves that afternoon as soon as I put on my new uniform. I admired myself in the mirror; my gelled black hair, and unique looks made me stand out more in my cashier’s uniform. The slogan of the café was “Service with a smile” so, I had to put on my charming smile and maintain that throughout the afternoon.
It was easier than I thought, punching on those numbers and counting the money or keying in those credit cards. My feet were sore though because I had to remain standing the whole afternoon.
Finally, it was closing time and the café was empty of customers. Only the crew were left cleaning up and preparing for the next day.
I sat down with a heavy sigh and rolled my head around my neck. My nape and feet were numb, but I was thankful I had a job that would provide for me until I find my proper niche.
“Good work, Al. See you tomorrow.” Olga called out.
I changed and went out into the cool, fresh air of the evening. It felt good to be working again. But I missed Katy’s yelling voice whenever she called for me and . . . my cock throbbed in remembrance of the sensual pleasures Katy’s mouth provided. And Sophie! Those tits are delicacies that were supposed to be licked and caressed. My body yearned for those touches.
I had to masturbate again, when I arrived home. The KY jelly was nearly emptied. I faced upside down as I rammed the pillow into my mouth and fondled and massaged my dick, recalling how Katy rendered the most fulfilling blow job I had ever had.
I woke up the following morning with a start. I realized I had work to do. I arrived at the café just in time for the first customer of t
he day.
“Al, do you have time after work?” Olga wanted to know.
The radar of my intuition shifted to red alert. Another ‘over time job’? With Olga? A feeling of apprehension overcame me. I was not belittling her but she was twice as old as I was – as old as my mom!
I eyed her round, plump face and stout figure. God forbid!
Olga snapped her fingers before my face and I shook my head from my train of thoughts. I had to accept the extra work if I didn’t want to find another job again.
“Yes, I have time,” I murmured.
“That’s good. I’ll see you here, after work then.”
I was on edge all day, fearful of what the evening may bring. I couldn’t imagine myself touching Olga’s fat body, no matter how hard I tried. Why did I agree? I balled my hands into fists in desperation.
Work finally ended and I fidgeted in my seat as I waited for Olga.
“There you are,” she greeted me jovially. “This way, please.”
I followed her into a dimly-lit, spacious room that had a big, flat screen and a large luxurious bed. Oh God! No, my mind protested vehemently. I would if my rod cooperated, but my penis lay deflated - like a dead fish -under my slacks.
I hesitated on the doorway and was about to turn back when a familiar voice came from the corner of the room, “and where are you going, Mr. Anthis?”
I stopped in mid-step and spun around. Olga left the room quietly.
“Yes, it’s me Sophie,” her beautiful face came out from the shadows.
I gasped and stared back at her, relieved, yet afraid.
“I didn’t approve of Katy’s actions. It was too drastic,” she approached me unhurriedly.
I remained silent but alert.
“The mistake was most probably because we let you stay up all night,” she stated, touching my arm.
Goosebumps sprouted all over my body and my previously flaccid dick started to enlarge.
“Katy and I talked it over and we decided to rehire you.”
My ears perked up and I was elated. “No kidding?” I asked, confirming her statement.
“Yes, of course.”
“But how did you find me?” I asked, incredulous of how my luck turned out to be.
“I own this joint too, haven’t you noticed the name?” she replied, grinning broadly. “When I saw your resume’, I couldn’t believe my luck, but here you are.”
So, my intuition was right after all. I flopped on the nearest sofa beside me and heaved a sigh of relief. “Well, Katy had the right to get mad, but she should have not fired me on the spot,” I offered my explanation.
“Rectify your error and then let’s proceed from there,” she suggested. “Are you willing to do that?” she sat down next to me and deliberately brushed her voluptuous breasts against my arms. She had a see through, thin dress and nothing underneath them.
My body temperature rapidly increased as she groped for my dick through my pants. I was enveloped with my ardent desire to fuck her until her brains burst out. I captured her boobs in my palms and fondled them adoringly. These were the things that had kept me awake for a few nights before.
I kissed her and savored her scrumptious tongue and mouth, exploring the sensitive areas and coating them with my own essence. She murmured through my lips but I didn’t hear her. I alternately kissed her on the mouth and sucked her breasts through the flimsy clothing. My hands wandered to her cunt and I ran my fingers lightly over the lips of her already wet organ. I applied what I had previously learned from them, and based on Sophie’s moans, I knew I had succeeded.
“Right!” she disengaged herself and stood up. “That was easy convincing you. See you tomorrow at the office,” she kissed me on the lips and at the tip of my cock and walked away.
“Hey, come back,” I called back at her, “hey,” but she disappeared through another door.
What do they think of me? I smoldered in anger. A toy that they could turn on and off at their whim? I went home feeling frustrated and irate. I masturbated again that night, and I noticed that it took me longer to ejaculate. I presumed it was because I had already experienced an excellent blow job.
I was determined not to do their bidding, so I stayed home and played computer games all day long. In the evening, I ordered some pizza and gorged myself until I was full. I was about to sleep when my cell phone rang.
I didn’t recognize the number. “Yes?” I refused to reveal my identity.
“Hello, Al. This is Katy. How come you haven’t reported back to work this morning?” her voice came as a shrill from my phone’s speakers.
“I maybe a newbie but I don’t want to be treated like an object,” I countered with my budding self-confidence.
“What do you mean?” she seemed lost.
“You treat me like a sex toy. You use me and discard me whenever you feel like it.” I blurted, unafraid.
“Oh,” there was an audible sigh from the other end.
“You never get to fuck us, you mean,” she stated, understanding my revelation.
“Yes,”
“We were teaching you the basics first,” she explained to me, as if to a child. “You can’t run unless you learn how to walk first.”
I was speechless.
“The final lesson will be coitus.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“You’re a good student. With your acquired knowledge, who would know that you’re still a virgin?”
“Ummm,” I didn’t have any answer to her new statement.
“I’m 32 and Sophie is 31. Would you seriously want to consummate the act with us?” She zinged the question at me.
Really? Wow! They were 10 and 11 years older than me? That was some revelation. I presumed they were older, but only for a few years such as, 3 or 5 years.
“You’re hesitating now,” she grumbled on the phone.
“No, I’m not,” my spirits soar on the wings of excitement.
“But, remember to correct the error you have committed.”
“Aye, aye Ma’am,” I enthused, hopeful for a brighter tomorrow.
I went about grooming myself as early as 6 AM that day. The result boosted by self-confidence. I vowed to myself that I would never allow anyone to use me without my consent. I whistled on my way to the office and I felt rejuvenated and in tip top shape.
At the office I perused the tax papers I hadprepared, and true enough, there was an error in the computations. No one had touched it yet because the office paid the client, nevertheless. I had no idea though how much trouble I had caused. An apology was in order.
With the corrected files in my hand, I requested for an audience with Katy. I had unknowingly come to like her. She was serious at work but is a warm person outside office hours. I knocked three times on her door.
“Come in,” she prodded me, her silky voice - music to my ears.
“Good morning, ma’am. I’ve corrected the error. I’m sorry for the trouble I had caused,” I bowed my head.
She simply gazed at me for a full minute before, inviting me to sit down.
“I heard you had some gripes about your over time job,” she fixed me with a vicious stare.
“It was a misunderstanding ma’am. It won’t happen again.”
“Are you sure about that?” she persisted.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s great! So, you have no objections of working overtime today?”
“None.”
I waltzed back to the office and sat proudly on my chair. Everything was gradually falling back into place. I couldn’t wait for the clock to strike 5 PM. When it finally did, I quickly ran to the shower and changed into comfortable attire; cotton-striped, green t-shirt and faded jeans.
My body was frantically pumping blood more than normal that elevated my pulse rate and respiration. My cock was willing and hard that I was unable to conceal the bulge in my jeans as I knocked on the door.
“The door is open,” came Sophie’s voice.