101 EROTICA STORIES (85 page)

A few moments later, she felt something brush against her mouth. She attempted to open her eyes, but a hand shut them back in place. The thing brushed against her mouth again. Curious, Ara parted her lips slightly, and that was when the thing invaded her mouth.

It was Mr. Collins’s cock.

Ara gasped in surprise, but with her boss’s cock in her mouth, the sound was muffled. She felt Mr. Collins force more of his cock inside her, and she opened her mouth wider to take in as much of his dick as she can. She pursed her lips just before the rod could penetrate her throat. Not now.

“Play, Ara,” Mr. Collins ordered.

The hand clamped over her eyes disappeared, but Ara kept her eyes shut. Her mouth devoured every inch of Mr. Collins’s cock. It was huge, she could tell. It barely fit inside her wide-open mouth and almost reached the area where her throat started. Ara began to suck and nibble, and the fingers in her cut resumed their erotic movements.

Mr. Collins gripped Ara’s hair then the sides of her head. He moved Ara’s head forward and backward, simulating thrusting motions. Ara obeyed and moved her head on her own. Mr. Collins moved his cock in time with Ara’s thrusting until their body movements were in harmony with each other.

Ara had an idea. She removed her hand from inside her panties and, with both hands, grabbed Mr. Collins’s balls. He moaned when she did this, and when she applied the faintest bit of pleasure, his moans became louder.

She couldn’t take the suspense anymore, so she opened her eyes. She looked down and saw she had almost all of Mr. Collins’s dick in her mouth. Her eyes traveled to Mr. Collins’s jewels, which she squeezed ever so gently. Mr. Collins gasped, more from pleasure than from pain. She reached for the spot between his organ and anus and pressed it lightly. Mr. Collins stiffened and yanked Ara’s hair. The motion hurt Ara’s scalp, but it raised her arousal levels more than it caused pain. She pressed the tender area again, and Mr. Collins jerked around.

She decided to focus on Mr. Collins’s cock. She opened her mouth even wider to accommodate all of him. She wanted to take him all in. Mr. Collins shoved his cock deeper into Ara’s mouth until it was practically in her throat. With the cock right where she wanted it to be, Ara resumed her sucking and humming motions. She moved her head in tune with her sucking and humming and felt Mr. Collins grow stiffer and even larger inside her.

Ara didn’t know how long she could last with Mr. Collins’s giant rod hammering inside her mouth. She could deep throat, yes, but could only do so for a few minutes. She was thinking of having him eat her up instead when suddenly, she felt Mr. Collins’s dick grow rigid in her mouth. She looked up and saw Mr. Collins was shaking uncontrollably. He was moaning and giving out soft cries, his hands still wound around Ara’s hair.

“I’m going to explode, damn,” Mr. Collins hissed. He gritted his teeth and increased the speed of his thrusting in and out Ara’s mouth. Ara matched the speed of Mr. Collins’s thrusting by moving her head even faster. This resulted into a frenzied motion from both Ara and Mr. Collins. He grabbed more of her hair and tugged harder. She reached behind him, grabbed his buttocks, and squeezed as much flesh as she can.

Mr. Collins roared. Ara quickly took his cock out of her mouth and positioned it between her breasts instead. She was just in time. A split second after his cock was released from her mouth, it began to release loads of pent-up erotic juices from Mr. Collins’s body. He shuddered and gasped, his eyes shut tight. He ejected more and more liquid from his huge cock, which Ara kept firmly in place between her breasts. Her chest was soaked and dripping with Mr. Collins’s come. She looked up at Mr. Collins. He was still shuddering, and his organ was still spurting his semen.

Finally, Mr. Collins’s shakes receded and came to a stop. He made as if to collapse on the couch, but Ara pulled him into a kneeling position in front of her.

“Clean me up, you bastard,” she ordered. Her hands gripped the sides of his face. “Lick me clean. Do it.” She pulled his head to her chest. A second later, she felt Mr. Collins’s tongue run all over her breasts and chest.

Ara moaned repeatedly. Oh, the sweet pleasure! She had almost forgotten how a man’s tongue felt, how sharp and brazen it was. She arched her back, practically shoving her tits into Mr. Collins’s mouth. He lapped them up hungrily, licking Ara’s skin from his own come, pausing to suck on a nipple here and there.

Ara was almost insane with ecstasy. She grabbed Mr. Collins’s hand and placed it between her legs. He didn’t have to be told. Almost instantly, he slid in three of his squirming fingers inside Ara’s pussy. Ara cried out loud and bucked her hips. He ignored her cries and continued to lick her breasts and plunge his fingers inside her pussy. His fingers were crude, and they dug at her private walls harshly. But Ara didn’t mind. In fact, she spread her legs even wider and raised her hips to meet Mr. Collins’s hungry hands.

“You are so delicious,” Mr. Collins murmured in between licks.

Ara opened her mouth to answer, but a sudden violent shaking took over her body. This is it, she thought, her eyes rolling up. This is it, I’m coming.

And come she did with three of her employer’s fingers still crammed up inside her. Ara screamed, letting her orgasm rip through and wash over her. She came again and again into Mr. Collins’s hand. She felt the walls of her pussy contract as if endlessly. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she collapsed, spent.

Ara collapsed on the floor after her third orgasm. Then Mr. Collins’s hand was in her mouth. He was commanding her to clean his hand using her tongue, to eat her very own come. Ara was exhausted, but she obeyed. She licked and sucked on Mr. Collins’s hand, cleaning it from her own body fluids.

Mr. Collins collapsed beside her, his hand still in Ara’s mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Collins looking at her, a playful smile curving his lips outward. He is so good looking, she thought. Of course she would never tell Lauren that.

Mr. Collins spoke up first. “Come back tomorrow. Sean’s away for three days.”

Ara nodded. She knew what was going to happen on the next two days, and she was fine with it.

“You can bring your girlfriend over, if you want,” Mr. Collins said, toying with one of Ara’s breasts. “We could have some good fun.”

Ara smiled. “Sounds good. I’m sure she’ll like it.”

Mina Noel paced nervously around her bedroom. In half an hour, she would be in the living room of her new babysitting employer, the Wrights. Mrs. Wright had called a few days ago to tell Mina she had gotten the job. Mina had squealed in delight. The Wrights seemed to be the ideal employers—well, from what she had gathered from their ad, anyway. She was to babysit five-year-old Steven Wright on afternoons from Monday to Friday. The schedule had fit Mina’s to a tee because she didn’t have many late-afternoon classes on weekdays. She was ecstatic because aside from making the most of her time, she was also bringing in extra bucks.

Mina checked her watch. Twenty-five minutes before her scheduled interview. Another thing that was in her favor was that the Wrights didn’t live too far away from the college. She could make it to the house in less than ten minutes, actually. However, since Mina has yet to meet her employers for the first time, she was determined to make an excellent impression.

Not that she had a problem in the physical department on making a good, lasting impression. Mina was one of the most attractive women on campus. Her height made her hard to miss. At almost six feet tall, she easily stood out from the crowd. Her light blond hair also made it easy for anyone to spot her in a crowd. Mina wore her hair long, way past her shoulders, and her hair tended to billow out all over her, making her look like an angel who had lost her way and found herself in earth instead. To match her blond hair, Mina had light-green eyes and smooth, creamy complexion that could rival that of any model’s. Her lips were neither too thin nor too full. They were just right, with a slightly rosy tinge that added appeal to her sweet image, the ideal girl next door.

As if her looks weren’t good enough, Mina also happened to be blessed with the perfect hourglass figure. She didn’t work out very hard; her body just happened to develop that way. She figured she had her mom to thank for that. Her mother was a curvy brunette, and although Mina got her height from her dad (a towering hunky fellow himself), the fact she got her curves from her mother can’t be denied.

Mina knew she looked good. She grew up with people, both friends and strangers, telling her so. Yet for some reason, the reality of her good looks didn’t go over her head. This time, Mina had her friends to thank for that. They kept her sane, kept her grounded, although that didn’t completely stop the members of the opposite sex from liking her still.

Now, glancing at her watch again, Mina decided it was time to get going to the Wrights. She had less than twenty minutes to go, and she didn’t want to have to rush on her way there. She checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing her loose-fitting knit sweater, favorite jeans, and gray loafers. The look said professional yet casual, which was exactly how she wanted it to be. She pulled her sweater down and smoothed her hair with her palms.

“I’m ready,” she told herself in the mirror. “Let’s get it on!”

When Mina got to the Wrights ten minutes later, she no longer felt tense and nervous. She took another deep breath to compose herself and forced a smile on her lips.

“You can do it, Mina,” she told herself softly as she made her way to the front door. “You can do it, girl. You’ve babysat before. This job won’t be all different from your previous babysitting stints.” She reached the front door and, with a slightly shaking hand, rang the bell. After two presses, the door swung open to reveal a tall slim blond woman. She was wearing a loose-fitting tee and denim cutoffs. She also had a fashionable pair of eyeglasses on.

“Hi!” the woman said warmly as she opened the door wider. “You must be Mina! I’m Mrs. Wright, but you can call me Samantha.” She held out her hand.

Mina grinned. So far, things were going her way. Mrs. Wright looked like a kind woman. “Hi, Mrs. Wright, I mean, Samantha! I’m Mina Noel,” she gushed in return, and shook Mrs. Wright’s extended hand.

“You’re so beautiful! And you’re tall too!” Mrs. Wright exclaimed. “I won’t be surprised if Steven decides to fall in love with you. He has a thing for beautiful women.” She winked, and ushered Mina inside the house.

Mina stepped in. She was greeted by a large spacious living room that had minimal furniture. The pieces that were in it, though, were elegant and classy, somehow filling in the room’s sparse spaces. Mrs. Wright motioned for Mina to sit on the large leather couch, and the women sat across each other.

“Thanks, Samantha,” Mina said politely. “Speaking of, where’s Steven?” She looked around. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Mrs. Wright smiled. “You’ll love Steven. He’s a smart, creative kid. He talks nonstop, but you’ll like him. He isn’t around, though. He’s with my parents. They get together on weekends. It’s like their weekly dating session.”

Mina laughed. “Too bad I won’t get to meet him,” she said. “He sounds like a nice guy.”

“Oh, he is,” Mrs. Wright agreed. “There isn’t really much to tell you about your job. I mean, since you’ve tried babysitting before and all that.” She waved her hand around. “I just wanted to meet you, see what you’re like, get a good gut feel of you. You know that, right?” She stared fixedly at Mina. “We’ve had a couple of babysitters who didn’t . . . well, let’s just say they did things differently.”

“I understand, Mrs. Wright,” Mina assured her. “I’d do the same if I were in your shoes.”

Mrs. Wright smiled. “That’s good to hear. And I told you to call me Samantha, but you seem to be one of those polite kids who can never seem to call older people by their first names.” She chuckled.

Just then someone bounded down the stairs, which was behind Mrs. Wright’s couch. Both women looked as a male figure stepped down the last stair and walked toward them.

Mina eyed the man. This must be Mr. Wright, she thought. He was tall and had broad shoulders, like those of a football player’s. He had thick dark hair, dark blue eyes, and a defined jaw. He was wearing a shirt and board shorts. Apparently the Wrights were one of those casual couples. This suited Mina just fine. Casual couples weren’t as hard to please as those stiff, professional ones.

“Hi, honey!” Mrs. Wright chirped. “Glad you decided to come down when you did.” She stood up and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. “Steven’s babysitter is here. Her name’s Mina. Mina Noel.”

Mina stood up from the couch and walked over to the couple to shake Mr. Wright’s hand. “Hi, Mr. Wright,” she said. “I’m Mina.” She held out her hand. Mr. Wright took Mina’s hand with both of his hands and shook it firmly. He never took his dark-blue eyes off Mina. “Hello, Mina,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, and sent shivers up and down Mina’s spine. There was something very seductive about the man’s voice.

Stop it, she told herself. Quit fooling around.

“I’m Hank Wright,” the man continued. His hands were still on Mina’s, so Mina very carefully took her hand away from Mr. Wright’s grip. She could’ve sworn Mr. Wright was flirting with her, although she didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be flirting with her, not with his wife a mere few steps away.

 But it seemed Mrs. Wright was oblivious to what was going on between her husband and babysitter. She went on smiling, seeming not to care that her husband almost didn’t want to let go of Mina’s hand. “Well, now you’ve met,” she said cheerfully. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “Steven won’t be home in an hour or two.” She glanced back up at Mina. “If you still want to meet him, you can hang around until my folks bring him home.”

“Yes, that’s a great idea,” Mr. Wright agreed. His eyes were still on Mina. Mina, on the other hand, was starting to feel self-conscious. She was used to people staring at her longer than what was deemed necessary, but there was something in Mr. Wright’s stare that made her feel uncomfortable. If someone told her Mr. Wright was undressing her inside his head, she would believe it in an instant.

But instead of appalling her, the notion of Mr. Wright undressing her mentally made Mina feel excited. The discomfort was still there, but beneath the discomfort was a hidden pool of excitement, of a sense of adventure.

An image formed in her mind: She and Mr. Wright were tangled in each other’s arms. They were fully clothed, but Mr. Wright was running his huge hands all over Mina’s body. Mina’s back was arched, erect. Her head was tossed back, and her long blond hair flew out behind her. Mr. Wright’s hand was caressing her breasts over her sweater while his other hand was rubbing her crotch through the thick fabric of her jeans. Mina’s arms were around Mr. Wright’s neck, and she was moving her hips against Mr. Wright’s solid figure. Then Mr. Wright leaned closer, flicked his tongue out, and ran it down Mina’s slender throat. Mina moaned, and Mr. Wright’s tongue went into motion again. The hands grasping her breasts and her crotch moved faster and faster, and Mina pumped her hips more rapidly against Mr. Wright.

The mental image aroused Mina. The mound between her legs became sticky in no time. She was about to reach for her private space down there when Mrs. Wright’s voice broke through her thoughts, snapping her out of her reverie.

“Mina?” Mrs. Wright was saying.

Mina snapped out of her thoughts. She was horrified. She couldn’t believe she was about to touch herself—and in front of her employers, at that! She felt a blush creep through her cheeks. So much for making an excellent impression.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Wright,” Mina apologized profusely. “I was just, um, something just came into mind, see. What was it you were telling me?”

She risked a look at Mr. Wright and was shocked to see he was smirking. He was smirking right at her, as if he knew what she had been thinking a few moments ago. It was like he was thinking the same thing! Mina couldn’t believe it. No, Mr. Wright couldn’t possibly know. He wasn’t psychic or anything. Besides, maybe he was just laughing at her for drifting off to space and being caught red-handed by Mrs. Wright.

“That’s all right, dear,” Mrs. Wright assured Mina. “As I was saying, I think I’ll go down the supermarket and grab some pizza and soda. We could hang out here, spend some time getting to know each other and stuff.” She studied Mina. “Unless you have something already planned, of course.”

“Oh, I can stay here and wait for Steven if you want, Mrs. Wright,” Mina answered. “I don’t have anything planned for this afternoon, anyway. And I really would love to meet Steven.” She smiled at the thought of the boy she would soon babysit, her lust-filled thoughts of Mr. Wright temporarily forgotten for the time being.

“That’s terrific!” Mrs. Wright said enthusiastically. Mina could almost see her clapping her hands. Boy, Mrs. Wright was one chirpy employer! Mina decided she must have been a cheerleader back in her younger days.

“You stay here and make yourself comfortable,” Mrs. Wright ordered, as she went to the key rack beside the front door. “I’ll go grab some pizza and soda. And ice cream, I must remember that. Steven loves ice cream.” She grabbed her coat and shrugged it on, adjusting her blond hair. “Honey, you make Mina feel right at home,” she ordered, waggling a finger at her husband. “I wouldn’t want anyone to think the Wrights are a total bore!” She laughed merrily and opened the door. “You guys, I’ll be back. Have fun!” she called over her shoulder as she stepped out and shut the door behind her. A few minutes later, the sound of a car engine roaring to life filled the air. Seconds later, Mrs. Wright was gone.