55 Erotic Sex Stories (32 page)

Casey smiled. “Maybe,” she said. She walked across to Mr. Johnson and his eyes opened wide as she stroked her fingers across the bulge. “Then again, maybe not. Come into the lounge and we can discuss it. And bring the panties with you.”

Mr. Johnson looked at the panties in his hands. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen, but he knew he had no choice but to do what he was told. He walked into the lounge and saw Casey standing beside the couch. “Sit down,” she said. Mr. Johnson walked across, sat on the couch and looked up at Casey.

“Show me what you were doing,” she ordered.

“What?” asked Mr. Johnson.

“Look it’s simple,” said Casey. “If you want me to keep your dirty pervert behavior our little secret, you better show me what you were fucking doing. OK?”

“OK, OK,” said Mr. Johnson. He lifted the panties to his face and breathed in the scent.

“Oh that’s fucking dirty,” said Casey. “Does it feel good?”

Mr. Johnson could hear the excitement creeping into the teen girl’s voice as she watched him. She was obviously getting turned on at the thought of someone playing with her panties.

He pulled the panties from his face. “Oh fuck, I have been dreaming about it all night,” said Mr. Johnson. “Ever since I saw them sticking to your ass when you walked up the stairs.”

Casey laughed. “Fucking dirty pervert, what else would you do with the panties?”

He looked at her. “I want to feel them stroking on my cock.”

“Oh fuck, do it,” Casey moaned. “I want to watch.”

Mr. Johnson slid forward on the couch and reached to the zipper on his pants, intending to pull his cock out.

“No,” said Casey. “Don’t just get your cock out, get totally naked.”

Fuck, thought Mr. Johnson, this is better than my dream. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Casey watched intently as he released the button on his pants and pulled them off. His hands reached to his boxer shorts.

“Wait,” said Casey. She looked around and saw a chair sitting beside a table. She walked across the room to get the chair and bringing it back, placed it in front of the couch. She sat on it and Mr. Johnson felt his excitement surge as she spread her legs wide, slid her hand between them and stroked herself through her shorts.

“OK,” said Casey.

Mr. Johnson just sat watching the teen girl stroking her hand up and down the front of her shorts. He could feel his cock throbbing hard at the sight.

“Hey,” said Casey. “If you don’t want me to tell on you, fucking get on with it.”

Mr. Johnson quickly reached for his boxers and pulled them down. He heard the teen girl gasp as his hard cock came into view and saw her speed up her stroking. Taking the panties in his hand, he could feel his anticipation rising. Mr. Johnson groaned at the touch of the silky panties on his cock. It felt gorgeous and knowing they had been pressed against Casey’s pussy was a massive turn on. He started to stroke his cock with the panties, feeling the pleasure rise in his body at the sensual touch of the material.

“Oh fuck, men are such dirty perverts,” giggled Casey as she watched Mr. Johnson playing with her panties. Mr. Johnson’s eyes were glued to Casey’s hand as she stroked herself.

“Fuck,” he finally said. “The panties you are wearing must be getting really fucking wet.”

Casey felt her excitement surge as a dirty idea sprang into her mind. “Do you want to play with them as well?”

“Oh fuck yes,” moaned Mr. Johnson. “I want to sniff them while I keep stroking my cock with this pair.”

Casey stood up and wriggled her hips as he worked the tight shorts over her ass and down. She parted her thighs and stroked her fingers over the front of her panties a few times, making sure they were really wet. She could feel the shiver running up her spine as she reached for the side of the panties and started to stroke them down. Exposing her naked pussy to Mr. Johnson was a massive turn on and she could feel herself shaking. When she pulled the panties off, she held them out to Mr. Johnson.

“You do it,” he said.

Casey felt herself shaking harder as she stretched out the panties to Mr. Johnson’s face. She pressed them against him and watched as he took a deep breath.

“Oh fuck that is so sexy,” moaned Mr. Johnson and Casey saw his hand speed up as the excitement caught him. She pressed the panties harder against his face, watching him take in the scent of her pussy. He started to work his cock harder and harder as his excitement grew. Having the teen girl’s panties in his face was a massive turn on and the sweet scent of her pussy made him go a little crazy. Casey eventually moved away and sat down on the chair again. She pulled the seat as close to the couch as she could and watched as Mr. Johnson played. She could see the foreskin rolling off the head of the hard shaft and her breathing became harder as she watched. She finally wanted to feel how hard the cock was and slapped Mr. Johnson’s hand away.

He moaned as he felt the teen girl wrap her panties around his cock. The touch of the damp material was like an electric shock and he felt Casey squeeze hard. She began to stroke the panties up and down, feeling her excitement surging as her hand worked the hard cock. Mr. Johnson leaned forward and put his hand on Casey’s knee, waiting to see what the teen girl’s reaction would be. When she didn’t protest, he started to slide his hand higher, moving it to her inner thigh as he saw the teen girl part her legs. Casey moaned as she felt the fingers move onto her pussy. The excitement she was feeling made her stroke the cock in her hand faster.

Mr. Johnson stroked his fingers over the teen girl’s soft pussy lips. As he moved them back and forth, he could feel the pussy opening up under his touch. He tried to work his fingers in between and Casey parted her thighs wider. He eventually found the slick entrance and pushed onto it, feeling his fingers slide inside. It was a moment of pure pleasure and as he felt the pussy open up to him he tried to force his fingers in deeper. As Casey continued to stroke his cock with the panties, Mr. Johnson started to finger fuck her. He could feel how wet she was and it meant he could slide his fingers in and out easily. With each thrust of his fingers, he tried to push them in deeper, until he could feel them sliding in almost knuckle deep. The soft squeals of pleasure the teen girl was making drove him on and he suddenly wanted to hear what she sounded like in the throes of an orgasm.

Mr. Johnson quickly stood up. He grabbed Casey up onto her feet and pushed her down onto the couch. He then dropped to his knees and pushed himself in between her legs. Grabbing the teen girl’s hips, he pulled her so that her ass slid to the edge of the couch. Mr. Johnson quickly bent his head down and licked his tongue hard up and down her pussy lips. He heard Casey moan at the touch and licked his tongue up onto her clit. He then worked his tongue around, feeling the teen girl push her hips up at him. As he worked his fingers back to her pussy and drove them inside hard, he heard Casey gasp. Mr. Johnson started to finger fuck her hard, while he continued to circle his tongue around her clit.

The soft squeals started again and this time they gradually grew louder as he pushed her towards an orgasm. He could feel the teen girl’s body tensing as her climax closed in. Casey started saying his name over and over, but as she reached the brink of her orgasm the sounds coming from her returned to loud squeals. As the climax finally rushed through her, she lifted her body up from the couch and screamed in pleasure. Mr. Johnson worked his fingers in deep, feeling her pussy tighten around them. Casey tensed her body hard as the peak of her climax washed over her body, before finally slumping back onto the couch.

“Oh fuck that was good,” she gasped and Mr. Johnson could hear her breathing hard. She looked down at his cock. “You can fuck my pussy,” she said, looking him in the eyes. “But I want to see the cum on me.”

Mr. Johnson felt his excitement really surge as he moved forward to stroke the tip of his cock up and down Casey’s pussy lips. He quickly positioned it at her slick entrance and looked into her eyes as he pushed forward. She moaned at the sensation of the thick head of the cock spreading her pussy lips wide. Mr. Johnson pushed in further and could feel the tightness wrapping around his hard shaft. When he was fully inside her, he just held his cock steady, enjoying the sensation. Then he wanted more. Mr. Johnson pulled his cock out to the tip and teased around the pussy entrance. He then fucked it back in and saw Casey close her eyes and throw her head back in pleasure. The sight spurred him on and he started to fuck the teen girl harder and faster.

Casey lifted her hips again as the pleasure of being fucked rolled over her. It allowed Mr. Johnson to really start slamming in and he could feel the excitement growing in his balls as they got ready to unload. He tried to hold himself back as long as possible to keep his cock inside tight teen pussy. The pleasure finally overwhelmed him though and as his balls started to give up their load he quickly pulled out.

Mr. Johnson rested his hard cock down onto Casey’s pussy. They both watched as the pearly white started to stream from him, streaking up the teen girl’s body and splashing down onto her skin. She was breathing hard and even before Mr. Johnson had finished, Casey reached down with her hand to stroke the sticky white cum into her skin. When he had emptied himself, Mr. Johnson just watched as Casey played with the cum on her body.

“Fuck that’s dirty,” he laughed.

Casey giggled. “Listen to who’s fucking talking, you dirty panty sniffer.”

Mr. Johnson laughed harder. “Yeah, I think we are a perfect match. When can you babysit next?”

“Fuck babysitting,” said Casey. “I will be here every night just to play dirty.”

Isla stepped nervously through the door of the gym. The pounding music assaulted her ears immediately and she thought about stepping straight back out again. Before she got the chance, the young woman at reception saw her and beckoned her over.

“Hi,” said the woman and smiled as Isla approached her. “Are you interested in joining?”

“I was thinking about it,” answered Isla, returning the smile.

“OK, just come back here,” said the young woman and lifted a flap in the reception counter.

Isla stepped through and was shown into a back office, which was fitted out with a desk on one side and a table on the other. “Just take a seat,” said the woman, pointing to the table, and Isla walked across and sat down. She watched as the woman moved across the room to a chest of drawers and rifled through it to find a form. When she had it, the woman came and sat at the table.

“What’s with the loud music?” asked Isla.

The woman laughed. “Good for motivation supposedly,” she said. “Some like it, some don’t I guess, but it’s always on.”

“Oh OK,” said Isla. At 37 it was her first time in a gym, but after going through a messy divorce she had resolved to change a few things in her life. Getting in shape was one of them and joining a gym was the first step towards that. The woman took her through the form and quickly filled it in.

“Well, before you make your decision to join or not, you should really have a look around,” the woman finally said. “C’mon and I’ll show you.” She took Isla on a tour of the building showing her the various facilities the gym had to offer. Isla’s eyes opened wide when she saw the array of exercise equipment available.

“Jeez,” she laughed. “Where do you start?”

“Well, the membership fee includes an instructor for the first three visits,” answered the woman. “They’ll demonstrate the various machines and other equipment and get you started. Most people pick it up fairly quickly and the instructors will show you the best machines depending on what your exercise goals are.”

Isla saw a few people exercising as she was shown around, although the gym didn’t seem that busy. The less busy the better, thought Isla. The idea of putting her slightly chubby body on show in gym clothes was a worry that she felt nervous about. When they got to the free weights, Isla’s interest suddenly picked up. Not so much at the equipment, more so at the five or six body builders going through their paces. Jeez, thought Isla, as she looked at all the rippling muscle on show, that’s nice. Isla was petite, at not much more than 5 feet, and as she passed the men she felt tiny against their huge frames. The sight of the men made up her mind to join. If nothing else, the view would be nice she thought and the idea of seeing all that hard muscle on a regular basis sent a flash of excitement through her.