101 EROTICA STORIES (65 page)

And he followed. That felt so fucking good, although it would have been better if he came inside her. But they both didn’t need complications right now.

After the amazing climax, Ian carried her to the bed and laid her down carefully. He tucked her against him, spooned her back while he fondled the underside of her breast. He knew that if his fingers brushed against her nipples, she’d be terribly wet once more.

“Baby,” he murmured, shaking her awake when he saw that her eyes were half-closed in fatigue.

“Hmm?,” came her response.

“That was too amazing. I can’t move.” he said.

“So don’t,” was her answer, a smile evident in her voice.

“I need five minutes.” he said. “Unfortunately, your friend here doesn’t agree,” he added, glancing at the indefatigable cock, still hard, long and twitching.

She giggled, raising herself up on her elbow as she ran her fingers on his hardness. “Well, all you need to do is lie back, right?”

Ian’s eyes twinkled, mischief and sensual promise lighting its depths. “Sure,”

“So lie back and relax.” Edie whispered, crawling to the bottom of the bed, raining kisses on his thighs and up his crotch. “This will take more than five minutes…”

I love wearing my sexy little things to the office----not for anyone to see though. I just have this thing about wearing sexy lacy undergarments as my own naughty little secret to help me take away the stress of being in the corporate world. For today, I have chosen bright red lingerie to wear under my black and white wrap dress. There’s something about wearing something decent on the outside and knowing that you have something sort of devilish inside. Along with my black stiletto heels and a trail of Tom Ford’s Black Orchid that I leave behind as I walk, it adds an extra oomph to my every step.

I started in the corporate world at 18 and I am the youngest among the board of directors. The guys in the company hate me for it, I know. Everyday is a power struggle for me, as they think I am a lamb in a den of foxes. At least that’s what they think. But as the daughter of Mr. Larry Smith, and the only heiress to Smiths Ltd., I was raised as a male. Unfortunately for them, what they have to play with is a young female boss with a male mind. For me, I get the thrills having to outwit men at what they do best. It feels great that my gender is their thumbscrew. As I walked towards the elevator, the board meeting I’d be having with them is all I can think about.

I walked inside my office and lighted some pine scented candles. Before I can even sit on my chair, my secretary buzzed. “Miss Smith, Mr. Cavallier would like to see you.”

I sighed. Ross Cavallier is probably the most devilish man in the company and is my dad’s most trusted confidant. He’s about a year or two older than me but his contributions are immense. He often visited my father while I was still at the University. Sometimes I’d bump onto him, sometimes we’d exchange greetings but that’s it. There were days when I fancied that he could be my type---since he’s the rugged mysterious kind of guy. However, given the list of the women he’s rumoured to have taken to bed with, my father gave me good advice to stay out of his line of vision as much as I could. “Send him in.”

He walked confidently and sat on one of the chairs and faced me. “How have you been, Val?”

“Great. And you?” I asked, looking at him, trying to find clues as to what he wants. He placed a Manila envelope in front of me. “Open it. I would bet your father will not be pleased when he sees that.”

I glanced at the envelope casually, not really too interested to see what’s inside. Seeing my disinterest, he quickly took back the envelope and tossed Polaroid copies on my desk. I gasped. “How did you, how did you get this?”

“It doesn’t matter how I got them. What matters is what your father will say if he finds out. Why him, Val? He’s the son of your father’s arch nemesis. Why don’t you date someone else?”

“How dare you speak to me like that? Look, you have no right to interfere with my personal life. You can tell whoever took these shots to go to hell. I can sue you for these.” I gripped the arm rest of my chair and glared at him.

“Look, Val. I mean well. I don’t think your father will like it very much if he sees these. Hell, he can disown you for this whole thing. If you want to stay right where you are, I suggest you end it cleanly with Scott before your father finds out. If I am not mistaken, you just met him.”

“Wow. You’ve been spying on me all along? Just for the sake of argument. What if I don’t want to?” I stood up then, feeling more confident than what was necessary. I walked behind his chair and rested my hands on his shoulders. “Is there any way we can keep this whole thing a secret without shooing Scott?”

“I’m not following you, Val.” My hands went on to his chest now. “Or what if I decide to not see Scott again on one condition?” I tightened my hold on his chest now. “What’s that?”

“Fuck me. Right here, right now.” In all honesty, I was toying with him. I know from experience that most guys in the office would have run like hell afterwards. Apparently, I misjudged the man in front of me. Without wasting a second, he scooped me onto his lap and locked his eyes on mine.

“You know I hate games, Valerie. You better deliver.”

I was tempted to laugh but he pinned me with his eyes. “Scouts’ honor.”

He looked deep into my eyes, his expression unreadable. My arms went automatically around his neck. Yes. This is one of the games I do play. But this time I intend to enjoy it. I closed my eyes as his lips found mine. I sighed and almost kicked myself in the butt for feeling this way. I really have the hots for him. Within seconds, all thoughts of Scott vanished. My lips parted in anticipation and I was not disappointed. Ross tastes even better than he looks and I simply cannot get enough. His lips were soft but his tongue goes wild in my mouth. It took every ounce of my will power to resist returning his kisses. He must have felt me wandering and gave me a light spank. I nodded absentmindedly and went back to action. I felt right at home on his lap and as I move gently, I can feel something hard almost poking at me. Did he read my mind? I wonder.

His hand found my waist and lightly caressed me there as he undid the knot of my wrap dress. He took a deep breath as his eyes travelled on my bra clad breasts all the way down my navel. I raised one of my eyebrows as a challenge. He licked my neck in response and squeezed my breasts sensually. Deep down there, I started feeling so wet. I cannot believe that I am so aroused. I shifted my hips and pushed his head on my chest. His hair tickled my full flesh as he breathed me in and tossed my dress on the floor. He supported my back with his hands as I bent down to give him more access. His mouth fastened on one nipple and sent me over the edge of ecstasy. I moaned as the budding nipple made love with his tongue and got warmed inside his mouth. He did the same with the other nipple and I grabbed his head as he licked it even more sensually than before.

He motioned me to stand up and I reluctantly followed his command. I stood in front on him, only covered by my red thong. I stood proudly and looked him straight in the eye. I’m not about to back down now. He remained on his chair and held me on the waist as his eyes went on the front of my underwear. I was still covered by I can practically feel him stimulate my pussy. He knelt down so that his face was the same level as my pelvis. He pushed me against his face, his nose rubbing the front of the silk fabric. I moaned deeply as his tongue started licking me through it, while his hands travelled along my legs. I felt extremely sexual as he caressed my legs up and down. His tongue was gentle yet persistent and it feels to me that his saliva is already mingling with my own juices, making me feel hotter. I moaned as his motion became rapid and even more stimulating. I could have died then from too much ecstasy. Then, as if it’s not yet too much, he held the leg band of my thong with his forefinger to allow his tongue to taste me further. I moaned as his tongue kissed my wet pussy for real. I surrendered to him, no longer thinking this is a game. I want him so badly and I want him now. “Fuck me Ross...”

“Not yet.” With one flick of his hand, my thong went down to my knees and now he tastes me without any barrier. I called out his name so many times as his warm tongue flicked my pussy. I felt my juices coming even heavier now and my muscles tensed in anticipation. He rubbed his face around my cunt, filling his face with juices----my juices. He lay me down on the table, my legs spread wide. He undid his pants and soon, I felt his rod kissing my thighs. I have never wanted him more. He entered me sexily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his entire length filling me. It was then that I knew that from now on, there’ll be no more Scott.

Eva has always been a lesbian in her mind, ever since she first saw Belen naked in the locker room during high school.

Her dark-toned body was perfectly shaped. It was all womanly curves – large, droopy breasts, a bit of a bump in the belly, beautiful ass. And she was also quite pretty, with black curly hair treated with bronze highlights on the top of her head and waxed into a thin line on her vagina.

They had a lot to drink when they first tried cunnilingus. Belen’s parents were sleeping in the room across hers, and very soundly too. After all, they had nothing to be suspicious of. Belen brought the tall and striking blonde beauty with funny American accent in her Brazilian, Eva Carlton de Albiol, and not some high school guy with raging hormones.

No one would know that Belen’s tongue was on Eva’s clitoris or that Eva was licking the sweet juices from their finger action a few minutes earlier. They would kiss, fondle each others’ breasts, suck on each others’ nipples and squirt cum into each others’ faces.

But that relationship was transient. When Eva started college, she also moved on and had other affairs.

Of course, this is the cause of the consternation of her mother who wanted a little bundle of joy to take care of, and her father, who was had very traditional beliefs.

Her mother, Adelaide Carlton, is American socialite from South Carolina but she fell in love with Brazil when she first saw it. What made her decide to stay was her father, Raul de Albiol, who was born in Paraiba, a small province in the Northeast region of Brazil.

The family owns a small travel and tours company and she runs the office in Rio and Sao Paulo. Despite being in one of the most populated, modernized places in the whole world and flocked to by numerous tourists every single year, her father is a tad more traditional compared to others.

In short, her dad didn’t really like it.

They try to be civil with each other when they see each other during business meetings or family gatherings. But he always pushed some guy at her – she hated that.

And this, on her brother’s birthday, is no different from all those other times.

“He’s old. And you’re his only girl.” her mother crooned; the Southern accent in her voice more mellow but still apparent.

Her irritation was pretty obvious in the way she chopped the tomatoes. “I accept that he would never approve,” she thought of the right word, “But mamãe, what I’m asking for is just a little understanding,”

“He understands that,” Adelaide assured her and added, “Stop waving that knife around – you’ll kill someone.”

She crushed one of the tomatoes carelessly. “If he did, he would not be parading a string of men in my face.” Then she added a string of curses in her native dialect because of what happened to her vegetable.

“Your father and I do not mind that you are lesbian-” she held her hand up when her daughter opened her mouth and tried to speak again, “But you also have to understand that your father is old and quite set in his ways. Why not just let him throw those men at you? It makes him happy,”

“It makes him happy to see me miserable?” Eva whispered questioningly.

Her mother shook her head at that. “It makes him happy to see you so ruffled when there’s a handsome man near you. He thinks that they affect you in some level,”

Eva ground her teeth. Of course, they affect her in some level. They were irritating, arrogant cocks that’s what they were, and they pissed her off. Once they find out she’s lesbian – a very pretty and sexy one at that – they all want to be the one to change her mind about her sexuality.

At one point, the man her father brought, a banker of some sort in Rio, almost raped her with his eagerness. Armando what’s-his-name just grabbed her from behind and tore her pretty yellow sun dress to ugly shreds. That was her favorite.

For a while, her father did not push men at her. And thanks to the insistence of her brothers who were very angry with what that banker Armando tried to do, the respite ended for quite a while. It almost lasted a year actually, making her think that her father has really given up!

But just two months ago, Raul de Albiol sent two men over in her office. One was the step-son of his third or fourth cousin and the other was some lawyer from Rio. Both were handsome and successful in their own rights.

But both weren’t women.

And the incident with the banker Armando was difficult to put behind you.

“I’d never forget...” she said in a small, low voice. She didn’t have to say more.

Adelaide breathed deeply then sat on one of the benches near the window, staring at the party outside. “Your papa is very sorry about that.”

“I know. So he has to understand that I can’t be with a man.”

Her mother had that bleak, desperate look. She was near to tears already but sighed once more and walked closer to her daughter, embracing her. “Darling, your father’s heart is failing. The doctor says that he may not live until next year.”

Eva’s body stiffened, her heart was thudding hard in her chest, her breathing hitched. “What?”

“Please give him a chance. All he needs is the thought and the sight that you are with a nice, young man who will give you babies. It does not have to be real, darling. Just let him see you with some man. Please.”

===

Eva was still in shock at what Adelaide told her. But her mother made her promise not to tell anyone about Raul’s heart problem, least of all Raul himself. So she sat there, drinking a concoction of fresh coconut juice, pineapple shake and rum, waiting for her father to come to the party.

Three hours later, already in her seventh glass of the highly alcoholic drink, a very tall and handsome man, maybe in his early 30s, walked up to her mother and gave Adelaide a peck on the cheek.

She doesn’t know what made her look at the man but there was something very magnetic about the way he carried himself.

He was over six feet tall, had wide shoulders which indicated that he was probably muscled all over and was golden all over. His features were that of a Caucasian – high-bridged nose, well sculpted cheekbones, chin and jaw, straight dark brown eyebrows and very sensual lips. But his tan seemed very natural.

He must have felt her steady gaze on him because he turned his head at him and stared at her. He had eyes the color of the clearest, greenest pool of freshwater. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her cheeks flush under his very intent look.

The cool green gaze assessed her from head to foot and, when he returned to meet the warm brown stare, his lips slightly turned up in the edges.

If it was possible to redden even more, well she just did that then. It must be the alcohol, she assured herself.

Eva turned her back to him and walked into the house, the cool glass still in her hand. The cool breeze blew into the house which comforted her a bit. At least the sun’s rays did not reach the porch yet.

“One more look at him,” she told herself, “and this giddy feeling so unfamiliar to her will be gone.”

As soon as she did, she almost collided with a hard chest. She raised her chin up and saw the green devilish glint in his eyes coupled with the sexiest grin she has ever seen a man make.

For some reason, she felt like she was in deep trouble.

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“I’m Caleb Nolan.” he told her, stepping back a bit after an apologetic word in his upper class British accent.

She nodded, trying to find the right words to say. “Eva de Albiol.” she said in a low tone, giving her right hand to him to shake.

He received the hand and, once their fingers met, Eva felt the sudden jolt of sexuality that he was exuding. He must have felt that too since his green eyes darkened, turning almost murky.

If pheromones were being emitted at the moment, well, she probably got a sniff already because her panties were damp with her juices and, if she looked down at her breasts, she’d see the nipples hardening beneath the light blue full-length dress she was wearing.

“I figured you were,” he said after a while. “Blonde hair, blue eyes – those are about right. But your father told me you were lesbian,” And then he looked at the sensitized nubs straining in her chest, wanting to be touched, pinched, licked – by him. “I quite doubt the lesbian part.” he finished with a smile when he looked back at her.

The realization that this man was the new one her father invited for her to meet was like a splash of cold water on her face. She just hoped that her whole body could be jerked into consciousness because she still felt the thrumming sexual excitement in her belly. What was wrong with her?

“Nearly accurate,” she retorted harshly.

Usually, she fended off male suitors like this with her sharp tongue. She was about to wield it when her mother appeared with her father from God knows where.

“Ah you have met!” Eva’s mother exclaimed. Raul’s arm was around her shoulder.

The sight of her father, the graying hair and mustache and the obvious lines in his forehead and under his eyes made Eva’s eyes water. She breathed deep. OK, she thought to herself, just this once. She’ll flirt with this man; maybe kiss him even, to make her father happy.

But only this once!

“I have invited him to stay at the beach house, mamãe.” she said completely out of the blue.

She would have laughed at their reactions. The hand on Adelaide’s shoulder dropped, limp on Raul’s side. Adelaide’s jaw dropped open. Caleb simply raised his eyebrows in question, although he kept the grin still plastered on his face.