101 EROTICA STORIES (49 page)

When she got out of the bathroom, she saw Mr. Carter seated comfortably on the bed. He smiled when she saw her. Emma, feeling awkward, smiled back. There was something very intimate about the moment that sort of bothered her.

“Well, that’s more like it!” Mr. Carter exclaimed. He stood up and opened the closet. “Come on, take your pick here. Don’t worry, these clothes are barely used.” He glanced at her. “She buys so many clothes. She doesn’t end up using all of the stuff she buys.” He shrugged.

Emma walked toward Mr. Carter was shyly. “Are you sure she’ll be fine with this?” she asked.

He nodded. “Of course. Irene’s a nice girl. And she wouldn’t mind if she knew it was you who used her clothes.” He grinned boyishly. “She likes you, you see.” He paused. “We like you,” he added.

Emma smiled and took a step closer to the closet. She opened her mouth and was about to say “Thanks, Mr. Carter!” when she stepped on a puddle. What came out was a shriek as she slipped and lost her balance. Her feet flew from beneath her, and she raised her arms to find her balance. She was about to hit the floor when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle around her and pull her up into safety.

She crashed into the bed, along with Mr. Carter. Her heart pounded against her chest. She was so frightened! She turned and stared straight into Mr. Carter’s blue-green eyes, which were only a few inches away from her own. Fright was then replaced by embarrassment. She, Emma Walters, had made an utter fool of herself in front of her employer! She was so embarrassed she didn’t register the fact and feel of Mr. Carter’s arms and body against her.

“Mr. Carter, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

But she was beyond surprised when instead of answering her, Mr. Carter covered her lips with his own. She was too shocked to move or react. She clung to him as he kissed her with intense passion on the lips. She was a wooden doll, too stunned to either wrench her lips from his or kiss her back with the same intensity. It took awhile before the matter sank in, that she was engaged in some heavy lip-locking action with her boss.

It was then that Emma decided to abandon all rational thinking. Really, what was the point of worrying what could happen? They were here, at the moment right now, wrapped in each other’s arms, lips clinging together like their lives depended on it. Resistance—not that there was much in her to begin with—would be futile. Resistance wasn’t even an option. Right then and there, she plunged in and didn’t even risk a look back.

She kissed him back. She opened her mouth and attacked his moving lips with the same amount of passion he was showing her, maybe even more. He didn’t register surprise at her sudden display of fierce behavior. On the contrary, he seemed to welcome it. He shifted his body so that he could bring her closer to his arms. She let herself be pulled closer to him and shifter her body a bit so she could pull him closer to. Now they were tangled and locked in each other’s arms. There was definitely no going back now.

Emma’s bathrobe flew open, revealing one young springy breast. Her lips and Mr. Carter’s were still engaged in a fiery battle, neither refusing to give way. He inserted his tongue inside her open willing mouth. Emma accepted his tongue’s invasion fully. She felt her tongue probe and explore every space and inch of her mouth. His tongue felt sharp. It was a tongue that had done this invasion a million times before and knew what it was doing. She moaned as his tongue met hers. She responded to its command, engaging his sneaky tongue with hers in a frenzied battle.

Mr. Carter’s hand has found its way into Emma’s exposed breast. He clutched at her tit like a drowning man clutching at a life preserver thrown at him. His fingers dug at her breast meat like a claw, and his thumb ran over and over her stiff nipple. She swung her leg over him, locking him and keeping him even closer to her. She slid her hand inside the thin cotton of his shirt and raked her fingernails up and down her back.

The hand on her breast moved and found its way to her hand that was running all over his back. His hand moved her hand from under his shirt and down to where the front part of his gray loose slacks lay. He pressed her hand firmly down his crotch, and her eyes widened as she felt his firm erect tool beneath that thick layer of soft fabric. It seemed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath all that gray cloth. The thought stirred her senses awake, hungrily brought them to life. Her mind flashed back to the first few moments before this explosive moment: when she first saw him in the white tee and loose slacks, when she felt his gentle grip on her wrist, when she imagined him touching her all over as she changed and dressed in the bathroom. Everything was snowballing.

Emma’s hand came to life. It became a lust-filled claw that groped madly for the waistband of his loose slacks. Finding purchase, the hand slithered eagerly between the space, probing, not resting until it came upon what it intended to find all along, the swelling and erect cock that had been concealed beneath layers of loose clothing. She gripped his huge tool eagerly. Finally, at long last. She felt his firm solid flesh beneath her palms, and she breathed excitedly. Something seemed to click, and her hand, finding purchase, moved up and down.

Mr. Carter broke their kiss and, upon feeling the pumping motion Emma’s fist made around his rod, groaned roughly. She smiled upon hearing him groan and moved her fist faster. His breath was coming in quick short spurts now. She was delighted as she felt him grow large and even stiffer in her hand. She was doing it; she was turning him on! She looked at his face, so handsome even at his age.

She moved her shoulders until the bathrobe came loose. Her chest was now exposed, and she saw the hungry look that came over his eyes as he stared at her springy, juicy breasts. Not wasting another second, he moved and lowered his head to one round mound and began to suck. She cried out loud. He was sucking so hard it was painful. She knew he heard her cry, but she didn’t vary the intensity of his sucking on her tit. She cried out again, her hand increasing speed as it pumped up and down his now-erect cock. He nibbled on her nipple, and the cave between her thighs spurted out something.

Emma removed her hand from Mr. Carter’s penis so she could slide the rest of his slacks down his legs. As she did this, he also slid the rest of the bathrobe down her body so that she was fully naked when the task was done. He still had his shirt on, but not for long. She was eager to shed him of any remaining clothing. In no time, they were both stark naked.

They didn’t do anything at first. They simply stared into each other’s body, marveling at the perfect curve and angle that was present in both glorious bodies. For Emma, Mr. Carter was even more perfect up close and in the bare flesh. Until then, she had no idea how incredibly fit and toned he was. She had no idea how huge he was. Her eyes took in the sight of his penis hungrily. She stared, fascinated, at the huge flesh dangling between his thighs and was turned on at the idea of having that enormous organ inside her. Could she do it, fit a thing that huge inside her private parts? Of course she could. She would find a way to make sure it could.

Mr. Carter, for his part, couldn’t take his hands off Emma. She looked at him, a bit amused, as his hands touched her here, there, and everywhere: her breasts, pussy, gently rounded hips, buttocks, and even the delicate area of her collarbone. It was like he couldn’t seem to get enough of her body, and she liked that. She would offer herself to Mr. Carter, that was pretty much clear. She was also his. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

Then Mr. Carter was over her and thrusting his huge tool inside her mouth. She responded eagerly. She grabbed his cock with both hands and brought it into her mouth. He was big, and he filled her mouth just right. She liked the sharp, mannish taste of him. She wrapped her lips around her dick and began to move them up and down. He helped her by placing his hands gently on the sides of her head and making it move in up and down motions. He moved his hips according to her mouth’s movements, creating a synchronized motion that was smooth and uninterrupted.

Emma was very aroused now. Having Mr. Carter’s cock inside her was a great libido builder. She was very wet down there; in fact, she felt some of her juices drip down her thighs and into the Carters’ sheet. But what could she do? She abandoned all thought and focused on the task at hand, which was to give her employer nothing but pure pleasure. She felt him grow larger inside her mouth—oh, how she loved the taste and feel of him!—and when the hands holding her head began to shake, she knew she was close to exploding.

And explode he did. He came right inside her mouth, and the action took her by surprise. She almost choked on the sudden gush of thick fluid that filled her mouth and ran down her throat, but she remembered what she had to do and did it. Mr. Carter shivered and moaned as he came again. She went for his fluids eagerly and swallowed them in two gulps. His taste was clean, pure. She licked off the traces of white come that lingered in his cock. She licked the tip clean.

He removed his penis from her mouth and positioned himself over her again, this time with his penis in level with her vagina. Emma knew what she had been waiting for some time was now going to come. She looked up at his blue-green eyes. He looked back at her with something like tenderness. She didn’t need to be told. She spread her legs, and he placed himself on top of her. He had his hands on each side of her for support.

Mr. Carter leaned down and sucked on Emma’s chin. She was floored by the sudden surge of electricity that shot out from seemingly nowhere. She was moaning endlessly now. His tongue licked at her chin, and she shuddered. She didn’t know she could be aroused by that. She was so absorbed by the maddening sensation on her chin that it took a few seconds before she realized he was now pounding into her.

Because she was so wet, she didn’t feel an inch of discomfort. Oh, he was so enormous, but he fit inside her like a glove. She felt fine. She felt sexy. She felt she could fuck him all day long as his hard flesh thrust in and out of her cunt. It was like her pussy was made for his rod. They fit each other perfectly, and their movements were as smooth as silk. His tongue was now on her breasts, circling and tasting her flesh. Her nipples, which had been begging to be touched ever since the action took place, were now the sole focus of his expert tongue. Emma didn’t know what to do with the two incredible sensations from her tits and between her thighs that were coursing through her every fiber. She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and felt pleasure at the firm ass meat that met her palms. Every inch of Mr. Carter was just worth fucking over. She was glad she had given in.

Emma was now soaking wet. Her pussy seemed to do nothing but give off exotic bodily fluids. Their flat bellies made smacking sounds as they came together with every pound and thrust. Other than their cries of erotic pleasure, squelching sounds filled the bedroom and wrapped around them like a shroud. She felt him pound deeper and deeper into her, as if wanting to rip her very existence apart. She brought her knees to her chest, giving him more access and making her feel as if he was even tighter and fuller inside her.

Emma felt she could go on and on all day, all night.

Mr. Carter’s fingers wound around her hair and tugged lightly. There was pain, but there was also pleasure. Emma nodded, and he pulled again. She moaned out loud. He plunged inside her and pulled at the same time. Thrust, pull, thrust, pull. She gasped. Now it was her turn to come. She caught his clear eyes and nodded. His thrusts gained speed. He was really giving it to her now, pounding up and down and over her. She raised her hips, meeting his every push and pull. Sweet delicious sensations flew all over her body. The moment had arrived. She shut her eyes, cried out his name, and came.

Emma found her orgasm incredible. Hot thick fluid gushed from her pussy, slathering Mr. Carter’s enormous organ with their sticky viscosity. She cried out as another orgasm tore through her again. It seemed like she would never stop, like her body would never stop reacting from the sensory overload it was given by Mr. Carter’s touches and thrusts. He went on pounding into her even as she came. By then she was too weak to protest. Not that she wanted him to stop what he was doing. But he had to. She was starting to become sore, and when she came one last time, she screamed out loud, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him close to her, locking him in a strong embrace.

He stopped pounding and simply lay on top of her, smoothing her matted hair from her sweaty forehead and murmuring things into her ear. She still didn’t feel like herself. She was spent, of that she was much certain, but she felt she could take another go if they decide to do so. Her eyes were shut as she tried to steady her furiously beating heart. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her closely.