101 EROTICA STORIES (20 page)

Pain quickly turned into pleasure and ecstasy. Bianca’s pussy gushed forth more juices, making it easier for Ben’s cock to slide inside her. His cock was properly lubricated now, and he found he could thrust in and out of her tight cunt more easily. He was practically sliding inside her now, his entry facilitated by the fluids that never seemed to stop spurting out from her pussy. He realized Bianca, incredibly aroused, was going to explode any minute now. He moved his hips faster, grunting and breathing harshly as he repeatedly dove into her.

Bianca locked her ankles together behind Ben’s back, pushing him and his dick even deeper inside her. Her eyes rolled upward and she began to lose sense of who and where she was. The ecstasy was incredible, incredible! Her hands worked themselves into a frenzy in Ben’s hair. Her cries and his grunting mingled and made a sort of weird sexual music that flitted around the living room. She had never felt anything like this. In a way, she found the sexual encounter exciting because she was doing it with someone whom she barely knew, someone whom she had only met for the first time. It was almost like going into bed with a stranger one picked off the street. This had been one of Bianca’s favorite sexual fantasies for a while now, and this was why she was glad she had done it with Ben. Sure, she knew knew Ben, but since she had only seen him for the first time, he also fell under the “stranger” category.

The orgasm cut through her without warning. She cried out loud, and her body reacted with her cry. Her fingers dove madly into Ben’s hair, and her legs tightened even more around his hips. She raised her hips, wanting all of him inside her. She felt her sense of awareness fade away, only to be replaced by the sudden surge of immense pleasure that seemed to rip her apart.

Ben joined her only seconds later. Inside Bianca, he felt her orgasm rip through her as she shook and shivered violently. He felt her cunt tighten and release the exotic juices that only frenzied lovemaking can produce. Feeling her liquids aroused him even more, if such a thing was possible. He knew he was going to come in no time too, and it pleased him that he and Bianca were able to come almost together.

His orgasm blew him away. He also cried out loud, and with newfound strength, he plunged even deeper into her vagina, burying his penis almost up to the hilt. He was so fully inside her. He was feeling her flesh in every inch of his cock, and the thought made his orgasm even stronger. He spilled his hot fluids inside her, filling every inch of her with his exotic juices. Just as he thought it was over, he came again. He shivered violently too and collapsed on top of Bianca, spent. His breathing grew harsher. As his chest rose and fell, he felt her breasts against his chest. He reached out with one hand and cupped one breast.

 The smell of sweat and come filled the air. When Ben felt he could catch his breath just fine, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Bianca, still breathing quite harshly. She was very sweaty, but the glistening sweat only added to her appeal. Ben grinned. Boy, was this going to be a fun two-week vacation.

“What are you smiling at?” Bianca asked, still panting slightly.

Ben grinned. “It was nice meeting you, Bianca.”

Bianca smiled back. She was glad to have met Ben too. Boy, was this one steamy babysitting session!

I was a bit apprehensive to back to the office. I just gave birth and although I have had a few months break, I still feel pretty self conscious of my “mommy body”. I am single mom and for some reasons, I refuse to be connected in any way to my daughter’s father. Back to the mommy body, a lot of my friends say that being a mom becomes me. I used to have a barely there bosom. Now, they feel heavy and full and I really must admit that they give an extra oomph to my every step these days. My hips are curvier than they used to be. Everyone thinks I look hotter. However, I still have to get used to my new figure.

You wouldn’t believe how excited I am to get back to work. I was greeted with enthusiasm by all the many people here. However, it’s such a bummer that my old post is already occupied. I just found out that I will be assigned to work for a certain Mr. Larry Johnson.

“So, have you met him yet?” asked Mindy, one of my colleagues.

“Met who?” I asked.

“Well, your new boss. He’s pretty hot isn’t he?”

“I have no idea. I haven’t met him yet. I guess he’s not yet in. Is he really that hot?”

“Yeah. All the women here would love to trade shoes with you and work for him.”

“I didn’t know that. It’s so pathetic.”

“You cannot blame them. Tell me when you meet him.”

“I will.”

I shook my head and started to think about my day ahead. My baby is at my parent’s house and is being taken care of just fine so I need not stress about that. Aside from my body consciousness and the fact that I have yet to meet my new boss, I have no reason to feel stressed. My mind is saying otherwise.

I looked at my reflection and smiled. I really look a lot better now that I am a mom. I slightly combed my hair and applied some powder and took a deep breath. It was time.

***

I met him a few minutes later and they were right----he really was the hottest man I had ever seen. He’s so tan and rugged looking, which makes him even better suitable wearing something else than his power suit. Larry Johnson may be my boss but he certainly does not look old. Well, let’s just say he’s pretty muscular and has the broadest shoulders that would make women want to touch them if they are real. He has a strong jaw and a light moustache. God, he looks like someone who belongs in a pirate ship.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Blake.” He said as he extended his hand.

I extended my clammy right hand and shook his strong tan hand. He looked at me and held it a few seconds longer before letting it drop. I gave him a watery smile.  I wasn’t able to help myself.

***

The following night, I realized that I have forgotten my apartment keys in my office drawer. I went walked the distance back to the office but then the bitch of a rain decided to pour that very minute. I was all soaked when I arrived at the office. It was late anyway so I didn’t really care that anyone might see me in a very soaked state.

The building was already dark when I arrived, save from some offices that were still very much alive around this time. I went back to my desk and as I rummaged through my drawer, I felt someone behind me. It was my boss.

“You look terrible. Come inside my office and dry yourself up.” He walked away.

What he suggested made sense for there was a luxurious bath inside his office. There are also towels and robes that I can use. However, it’s pretty awkward. I started to cough and sneeze so I hurried inside his office. It’s not the right time for extreme propriety. Besides, he made a gentlemanly offer. He was inside the room when I came. My hair was dripping wet and my blouse and skirt are all soak. “You’re still here. It’s pretty late.”

“I know. I needed to finish something and since it’s raining, I decided to stay for a while.” He answered.

I nodded and looked down. My boots are a mess. He stood up and came back with a robe and a stack of towels. “Here. Use these. Would you like some tea, Ms. Blake?”

“Tea would be nice. Thanks.”

“Go dry yourself up and just forget I am here. I grew up with three sisters. I’m quite used to the whole dressing up matter.”

“I see. You’re the eldest?” I asked as I wrapped a towel on my hair.

“Youngest.”

“Oh.”

“Is your family in the city, Mr. Johnson? Err. That’s none of my business. You don’t have to answer.” I realized my mistake a bit too late.

“No. They live far. I live alone.” He looked at me. “I heard you just gave birth. Is that right?”

I nodded. “Yes. A baby girl.”

“I see. Your husband must be really happy.” He smiled then.

It started to feel a bit awkward then. “I have no husband. Just a baby girl.” I took off my boots and placed them against the couch.

He looked at me again and continued making some tea. “Well, here’s your tea. Forgive me for saying this but your daughter’s father is insane.”

I smiled at him and continued drying my arms and legs. I suddenly felt cold and almost dropped my tea. “Ms. Blake. You’re doing an awful job there! You’re shivering!”

He sat beside me then, took my tea and held me in his arms. I was trembling from the cold and was finding it hard to think straight. He rubbed my back gently and soothed me. It felt really good. He took a robe and held it. Then shook his head. “Ms. Blake, we really should get you out of these wet clothes. I am feeling cold too.”

He let go of me and gently started to unbutton my blazer. I should have felt self conscious but I was totally fine with it. I looked down and realized that my white shirt was soaked, making it look like I was wearing a see through shirt. My skin bra was very visible then and I remembered that I still have some milk. My breasts started to feel heavy and full. My boss quickly removed my blazer and his eyes focused on my wet blouse. I heard his intake of breath and the urgency in it. I suddenly found it hard to swallow. He lightly traced the outline of my bra, then realizing his action, he looked at me. “I’m sorry I, I got carried away.”

I looked at him, feeling myself flushed. “It’s okay, really. Don’t take your hand away.”

He nodded and very gently cupped my breasts. “I’m sorry, Ms. Blake. I don’t want you to get sick. I’m taking your clothes off---all of them.”

I sighed and agreed silently. Oh let him do what he wants. It’s been so long since anyone paid me this much attention. He fumbled with my buttons and helped me out of my blouse. He touched all the exposed skin of my body and kissed my collarbone. “Hold me close, Mr. Johnson. I feel so cold.” Well, this is actually a big lie. What I wanted to say was that I am starting to feel a little warm. But then, while spoil a good thing?

He held me very close to him and rubbed his manly hands on my body. I sighed as his hands held my waist and sensually rubbed me there. “When was the last time you’ve been with a man, Ms. Blake?” He asked from out of nowhere. I wanted to say last week or days ago but that would be a lie. I looked at his hand and whispered. “About a year ago, Mr. Johnson. Being a mom...”

“Sssshhh. Say no more.” He cut me out. “Let me please you then.”

“Please.”

His mouth went to kiss mine and all my resistance melted away. He tastes so good, like a decadent toffee and his tongue cooed my lips to part and let him in my wet folds. Our tongues mated in an ancient rhythm, his hands rubbing my lower back. I surrendered fully to the sensations that I am feeling. Forget the fact that he’s my boss. Forget the fact that my breasts are swollen and filled with milk. Forget the fact that we’re playing kissy face in his office. None of those matter anymore. His hands were surprisingly gentle as he cupped my breasts. Then it dawned on me.  As he caressed me and held me, I stopped his hand and said breathlessly. “Mr. Johnson, I am still lactating. It’s embarrassing I know. I think we should stop.” My face flushed automatically and went to retrieve one of the towels to cover my body.

He shook his head and looked at me, his eyes suddenly twinkling. “I don’t want to stop, Ms. Blake. If that isn’t the sexiest thing, I don’t know what is. Show me.” My jaw dropped at his suggestion. My God, this man really wants me. I took a deep breath and swallowed my embarrassment. “Kiss me again.” I begged. As his tongue travelled in and out of my mouth, his hand went back to hold my throbbing breasts.  He focused on my bra next and unclasped it. True to what I thought, my breasts are already full. I gasped as he touched them again. “Ouch. They hurt.”

Mr. Johnson looked at my plump breasts reverently and started to rub his nose against my fullness. I sighed as he made slow circles with his knuckles. I moaned as pain mingled with pleasure. My body sure wants something. I arched my back as he gently massaged my breasts with his cheeks. “Tell me what you want, Ms. Blake. Your wish is my command.”

“Suck me, Mr. Johnson.”

With that, he squeezed my breasts none too gently now and lightly pulled. Drops of milk started to come out. Without hesitation, he sucked me like a babe, while the other hand continued squeezing. I moaned as sparks of pleasure started to take over the pain. I gripped his head against me and cradled him, feeling so wanton all of a sudden. “Your milk is definitely the sweetest thing, Melissa. I want this everyday on my coffee. Say you’ll give me a daily dose. Say it!”

“If you say so, Mr. Johnson. If you say so.” I moaned again as he sucked the other nipple. I started feeling so wet and so aroused by everything he’s doing. God, I so want more.

His tongue was merciless on my tits and I moaned my pleasure without any hesitation. I held his shoulders as he continued drinking my milk and his hand massaged my thighs. My pleasure has never bee so strong and that fact that we are almost strangers to each other made this even more exciting. The milk came out more strongly now and some already its way down my waist and settled on the waist band of my skirt. The intensity of his sucking built up and I moaned even more.

He took one breast and squeezed the milk all over his lips. Unexpectedly, the way the milk trickled down his neck made me so aroused. It was a different kind of experience and I must say that I like it.”You taste so good.” He murmured. Those words made me feel hotter than ever.

He lay me down on the armrest of the couch and sucked me even more. He raised one of my legs on the back of the couch and started moving his hands upwards. I closed my eyes and focused on the way his palm is rubbing my skin. I felt like being given an exotic Asian massage. Every nerve of my body is tingly and sensitive. I can barely breathe.

Mr. Johnson licked the milk trickling down my navel and used his tongue to torture me. His hands massaged my foot, twisting my tootsies gently. My gray wool skirt is a mess and his hand started to crawl up my thighs. He kissed me as he explored me there tentatively. My breath was suspended when his fingers found my underwear. “You’re wet, Ms. Blake. Are you always like this?”

I felt heat rise up my cheeks and I shook my head. “No, Mr. Johnson.” I said shamefully.

“That’s nice to know. Very nice to know.”

His hands went back to business and this time, I felt the determination in his every touch. He removed my underwear and touched my throbbing mound. His palm felt so warm and he rubbed against my slickness. I sighed as he sensually rubbed me there, his palm making love with my clit. I was so wet and slick that his every move generated an arousing sound that made me go crazy. The more he rubbed, the wetter I got and the noisier the contact is. The friction was so good and I pushed myself against his hand, begging him to do more. “You like that, Ms. Blake?”