101 EROTICA STORIES (33 page)

His tongue darted out and licked the soft breast skin peeking over the lacy tops of her bra. She cried out softly and pressed herself even closer to him. His large hands found her buttocks and held them roughly. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

He appeared to have had enough of her juicy ass because he stopped playing with them and brought his hands to her chest instead. He cupped her breasts almost hesitantly, but when his skin made contact with them, his hesitation vanished and was replaced by an almost-animalistic hunger. Her groped, grabbed, and squeezed. Louise cried out loud as his touch was becoming painful, but the pain was surprisingly arousing.

Mr. Allen pulled down the lacy covering of her bra, and her breasts tumbled out, finally free. He stared at them. Her tits were as gorgeous. They were plump and juicy, with light-pink nipples and areolas. He ran his palms over them, quickly bringing her stirring nipples to life. He reached out and rolled one nub between his thumb and index finger. She sighed contentedly, and he took one pink nub into his mouth.

He sucked hard at her nipple, and Louise writhed with pleasure. Her hands groped and found his hair, which she wound around her fingers. He had one arm around her now, and she leaned back, giving him more access to her twins. He went right on sucking and licking her breasts, alternating from one globule to another every now and then. By now she was dripping wet down there. As she twitched and shuddered, she felt the soaked crotch of her panties. She couldn’t believe how completely turned on she was. Things had gone even better than she had planned, and things were just getting started!

Mr. Allen shifted from his position on the table. He still had one arm around Louise’s waist, but now his other arm reached down and slid under the hem of her skirt. She kept on giving small breathy moans as his hand climbed up from her knee and up to her creamy thigh. His touch was delicate, almost fluttery, but for Louise, his touch was charged with lust that she was all too willing to reciprocate. His hand stopped at the mound between her legs, and she squirmed at his touch. She suddenly wanted him inside her.

“Mr. Allen,” Louise whispered, still squirming. Her sex seemed to be begging to have the alien piece of flesh inside. Her pussy seemed to scream with desire.

“You’re wet, Ms. Stein,” he said, his voice as soft as cotton. The hand inside her skirt gripped at her wet cunt, and she gave off a little shriek. His grip was strong this time, indicating he wanted her, and now.

“I’ve . . . I’ve been craving for you,” Louise choked out. She found it hard to speak, as she was panting hard now, rendered breathless by Mr. Allen’s touch at her most private part down there. Her top flew open, and the sleeve slid down one shoulder.

“You have? Oh, so you’ve been naughty then.” He pinched her lightly on her most private organ, and she shrieked again. Sweat dotted her forehead, and her breasts rose sharply in time with each breath.

So much for her plan of dominating him. Her plans flew out the window, but she no longer cared. She wanted this man deep inside her. She wanted to wrap her soaked flesh around his hard rod. She wanted him on top of her, pounding into her, riding her like a horse. Oh, how she wanted him!

“Fuck me, Mr. Allen,” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve been a very naughty girl—”

Her words were cut off by the sharp finger that suddenly slid between her moist lips and pierced her. She gasped, jerking upright, leaning against his solid arm that was still around her. His finger thrust deeper, bringing a jolt of pain with it, but it was gone before she could fully feel it. His finger probed her very moist sex. To aid him, she spread her legs wider, giving him full and free access to her private part.

“More, Mr. Allen, more,” she begged. He inserted another finger and another inside her. There were three of his digits inside her now, but Louise felt she could fit all five of them. She was aroused fully, and her organ throbbed wonderfully. Her juices made friction nonexistent, and when Mr. Allen slid in another finger inside her crack, she was satisfied.

His hand moved up and down, and she too bounced her body up and down on his hand. It wasn’t hard as her hips bucked and bounced, seemingly with a life of their own. His mouth found her nipple again, and he sucked like a hungry baby. His hand never stopped what it was doing inside Louise’s cunt for an instant.

For Louise, the simultaneous pleasure of Mr. Allen’s mouth on her chest and his fingers in her pussy was building up and becoming unbearable. His fingers were doing magic on her down there, but she wasn’t satisfied. She wanted something more, plus she wanted to see all of him. In the midst of her hazy pleasure, an idea popped into her head. She placed her hands on his arms, stopping whatever he was doing. He removed his mouth from her nipple and looked up at her, surprised.

“What is it, Ms. Stein?” he asked, still wonderfully formal even in the midst of what they were doing.

“I want you to see all of me, and I want to see all of you,” Louise answered. He removed his arms from her body, and she stepped back. She unzipped her pencil skirt, slid it down her legs, and stepped out of it. Now her lacy panties were revealed. It had a dark large spot in the middle, proof of how wet she had become during the whole event. She reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs as well. Her bare freshly-shaved pussy came into view. It was red and seemed to pulse with life. It was swollen and glistening wet and seemed to beckon to Mr. Allen to run his tongue all over it.

Louise stepped out of her panties as well. Now, save for her high heels, she was completely bare down below. She still had her top and bra on although the latter was pulled down to reveal her twins. Even though she still had some of her clothes on, she knew how alluring and desirable she looked. Her clothes screamed of urgency, of being unable to wait any longer. Her bare bottom part, on the other hand, screamed she was ready and waiting for him.

Mr. Allen was at a loss for words at the sight of the naked woman that greeted him. He opened his mouth and couldn’t say a word. Louise laughed. Poor man. She knew too well what had gotten over him. She moved back toward him, deliberately putting on an extra spring in her step so as to make her breasts jiggle as she walked. She stopped in front of him then latched her thumbs into the loops of his pants. She pulled, and he stood up easily.

“Let me see all of you, Mr. Allen,” Louise crooned.

She started to undo the buttons on his pants, but Mr. Allen seemed to have come back to life all of a sudden and undid the buttons on his own. He gently pushed her hands away. He looked up and held her gaze as he unzipped his pants and, with his briefs, pulled them down and off him. In an instant he was gloriously naked.

Louise stared with something like awe at his package. Mr. Allen’s dick was directly proportional to his build and height. The man was built for fucking! His tool was both large and wide, and now stood erect between his legs, like a pointer on a sundial. She could almost see the veins that wound around his penis and throbbed with a life. She imagined having a thing of that size and girth inside her. But she stopped herself. Why conjure up images in her mind when she could see and feel it for herself right at this very instant?

“Do you like what you see?” Mr. Allen asked. He knew the effect his cock had on Louise. He stood high and proud, his hands on his trim waist.

Louise was all over him suddenly. She encircled her arms around him, wrapped one leg around his waist, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Mr. Allen responded with the same intensity. His hands reached for her breasts and pulled on them savagely. He pressed his body closer, tighter against Louise. He kissed her back torridly. He darted his tongue inside her mouth, and when she tried to suck on it, he teasingly pulled it back.

The tip of his cock was now pressed against her soaking-wet mound. Louise felt it too, and she moaned and arched her back.

“Inside, Mr. Allen,” she said urgently. “Inside me. I want you now, I don’t know how much more I can take.” When he didn’t do anything, she whimpered. “Please, Mr. Allen, fuck me now.” She was almost sobbing with the intensity of her lust, of her desire. Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she screamed, “Mr. Allen, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her screams did it. Mr. Allen grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer to him. A second later, he was ripping through her. Louise screamed. It did indeed feel like she was being ripped apart. But he ignored her cry of pain and went on ramming himself into her. She shrieked again and had to clutch at his shoulders lest she fall apart. Her knees had gone wobbly.

The pain was great. She had never been had by someone who had an equipment as large and wide as Mr. Allen’s. This was her first time to experience something like this. Yet even the ripping pain didn’t stop the coils of pleasure that were slowly snaking their way all over her body. He thrust into her as if his life depended on it. He pushed himself in then pulled himself out just as quickly. She felt he would’ve rubbed himself raw against her be it not for the exotic juices her body was secreting. She realized she was getting wetter every second. Now her libido was cranked up again. The pain was still there, but it was slowly being replaced by the intense lust she had initially felt when she stepped inside the room to be interviewed for the job.

That seemed like ages ago now.

Mr. Allen was an animal. He pulled Louise’s other leg up and wrapped it around his waist. He was now completely supporting Louise, with both her legs encircled around him. He bounced her up and down, and she rode him like she was riding a pony. She moved her hips and bounces according to his thrusts. She felt the flesh of her pussy eagerly crawl all over the humongous solid cock, hungry and greedy for some man meat.

“Mr. Allen, oh, Mr. Allen, you’re so good,” Louise gasped out. Her hair was now a tangled mess behind her. She leaned back, arching her back. She locked her ankles behind Mr. Allen’s back and spread her bent knees as far as they could go. She was completely bare now, stripped of any covering. She was all open, all his for the taking. She was being taken, and she was getting lost in the overwhelming sensation that was rising from all parts of her body.

Mr. Allen once again covered one of Louise’s breasts with his hungry mouth. He chewed lightly on her young breast meat and kept on running his tongue all over the erect pink bud that was her nipple. He couldn’t get enough of Louise. She was the most delicious thing that had recently come into her life. Of course he was going to hire her. She had the qualities he had been looking for in a teacher, not to mention he was excited at the thought of them meeting up every lunch or every afternoon—whenever they desired, really—and doing whatever they felt like doing at the moment.

The intensity of her sensation was building up. Louise was now breathing in short gasps. She was about to come; she felt it in her bones.

“Mr. Allen, I’m going to burst!” she exclaimed.

She did burst. Her orgasm was explosive. She bit into his shoulder as her orgasm ripped through her body in large waves. She shut her eyes and surrendered to the shakes that were going through her. She bit into his shoulder harder, but he simply held her close, waiting for the shaking to subside. Mr. Allen felt he was going to come too, but he didn’t feel like doing so inside Louise’s chamber, no matter how snug and nice and tight it was.

When Louise calmed down, Mr. Allen stood up, carried Louise, and gently set her down his large leather office chair. She was too weak to protest or do anything about it. She simply looked up at him as she slowly rearranged herself to a more comfortable position on the office chair. She was sweating all over. The sweat added a nice healthy sheen to her skin, making her look even more desirable. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed, trying to ease her breathing back to normal.

“Now I’m going to burst, Louise,” Mr. Allen said gently.

He said it with such calm that it took awhile before Louise registered what he had just said. And when she did, a hot white substance streamed out from Mr. Allen’s cock and right into her breasts, where he had positioned his cock before he let his orgasm take control. He was shuddering as well as he held his cock steady in front of her tits, covering her gorgeous set with his white come. His eyes shut, and he cried out one more time before his body shook and his penis spurted a stream of his body fluid one last time.