55 Erotic Sex Stories (8 page)

Kevin simply stood there jerking his cock while I recovered, and after a minute or so I resumed our sex session, kneeling before him as I placed his cock in my mouth. It was covered in my pussy juice, making it even easier to slide down my throat. I swallowed the whole thing again. A few minutes of deep throat and Kevin had reached his limit. He grabbed the back of my head and began spewing hot sticky ropes of white semen down my throat as he came hard. Marci kept taking photos as I swallowed frantically to keep up with the massive load he deposited in my mouth. A small amount of semen dripped out of the corner of my mouth and the white stream drizzled down my chin.

As Kevin pulled his now semi-flaccid, used up cock from my lips, he smiled at me and lifted my chin. He told me I was his new girlfriend if I would honor him. I of course declined because I was ready to have some fun now that I was single but told him I would definitely be with him at my convenience. He told me that was enough.

In the meantime, Marci sent the picture of my face with a big black shaft dripping cum down my face to Jerry and simply wrote, “I guess she moved on.” I have to guess he got the hint after that move huh?

I was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.  My husband, the philandering piece of shit that he is, was living with his girlfriend in
Pittsburg
now of all places.  I still lived in
New York
and my career was going well but the divorce left me feeling flat, fat and alone.  I had made out pretty well financially but I had a low self esteem and needed to change it when the divorce was finalized.

At thirty eight years old, I was pushing forty; and I pushed it as hard as possible to keep it away.  I decided to get some plastic surgery.  Nothing major, but I wanted to get a jump start on working out and diet so I figured a little liposuction, a tuck here and there, some lifts on my face and a new set of boobs would do the trick.

After my consultation with one of the leading plastic surgeons in New York City, I willfully gave my deposit and joined the gym.  He told me I had six weeks to drop as much fat weight as I could before he finished me off with the knife and that after three weeks of healing I would look like a new person.

I stuck to a regimented diet eating only thirteen hundred calories a day, all veggies and a little fish, and worked out four to five times a week.  The fat started melting off.  I quit smoking and drinking and watched as the scale became my new best friend.  I dropped ten pounds a week with the “Magic Bullet Diet” and walked into my doctor’s office a changed person.  He almost failed to recognize me.  He noted that I went from 198 pounds to 138 pounds that my blood work revealed a totally healthy and fit new system.

After the surgery I felt like a truck hit me.  There was not very much flab for the doctor to rid me of, but my abdomen, hips and butt felt like they were on fire.  The tucks and facial work made it impossible for me to eat, smile and breath and the boob job felt like an elephant sitting on my chest.  The doctor told me that all the symptoms would pass quickly after a few days and kept me overnight in the hospital.  I had the worst time sleeping but finally got some shut eye after the nurse gave me some sleeping pills.

The next day I woke up, I felt a tiny bit better but still very uncomfortable.  I opted to stay for one more day in the hospital with the doctor’s suggestion and he said I was healing nicely.  The following morning I began to feel much better.  I was able to go home, change my own dressings and feed myself.

By the time six days had passed, I was feeling much better.  I was able to move around and I took the leap of faith to removed all the bandages and look at myself in the mirror.  I was amazed at what I saw.  Although I was still swollen in some areas, especially the chest and neck, the transformation was dramatic.  I looked at least ten years younger!  I had built a nice core of muscle during my six week weight training program and without the thin layer of residual fat under my skin, the muscle showed definition like I had never seen before.  My face was young and beautiful and my breasts, well, my breasts were beautiful!

I healed nicely and quickly after that.  Meeting the doctor for my six week check up, he cleared me to begin working out again.  I was a manic in the gym toning and shaping my body until I was perfect.  When I went back, I got so many stares and compliments from the guys in the gymn I could hardly stand it.

One Saturday on my way back to my apartment, I stopped off at the salon to get my hair done, along with my fingers and toes.  I felt like a million bucks as I put the key in my apartment door and bent over to pick up the mail that was shoved under the door.  I was curious as to why a letter was under my door and not in the mailbox but then I realized there was no stamp or return address on it.  It was simply addressed in hand writing to my first name; it simply read “Laurie”.

I closed the door and ripped the letter open.  I found a hand written letter introducing the author and paying me wonderful compliments.  It was signed “Bruno.”  It turned out; Bruno was an 18 year old young man who lived in the apartment next door to me.  I never saw him come or go, and I rarely even heard activity in my hall or from the apartment.  He told me that he was “infatuated” with me and since I had gotten my surgery and began transforming my body, he was even more fixated.

Bruno took the liberty to enclose a small photo of him with just his shorts on.  He was a very well built and a strikingly handsome young man.  His hair was cut short like a Marine flat top and his bulging muscles reminded me of a fitness model from some of the magazines I was subscribed to.  He told me in the letter that he wanted to show off his skills in cooking and make me a romantic dinner at my place.  He explained that he was a second year student at the Academy for Culinary Arts here in
New York City
and he had a new recipe for Sea Bass he wanted to impress me with.

I placed the note and snapshot on the island counter top in my kitchen where I was standing and pondered the content.  The way I looked at it, he lived next door to me and was aware of my recent transformation and divorce.  He indicated that he liked me before my surgery so I knew it was not just a superficial crush.  He also seemed somewhat lonely in his letter.  He admitted he lived with his parents in the apartment but his father travelled extensively with his mother to promote her novels and he wanted some company.

I had no idea where the dinner would lead to but I felt a curiosity that was too great to ignore.  I grabbed my keys off the counter and walked out to the hallway.  I knocked on his door lightly and waited a moment.  I heard the latch and the door cracked open.  He looked at me and smiled warmly.  The smile on his face was contagious.  I smiled back and told him I would be delighted to have him come over and cook me a nice meal.  Bruno was ecstatic with my answer and told me he would bring everything already cooked from his place including the wine.  We parted ways until later that evening and I spent the entire remainder of the day pampering myself in a bubble bath then trying on outfit after outfit to decide what to wear.  I felt like I was going on my first date since I met my ex-husband.  Surprisingly, I got butterflies the closer
eight o’clock
came and had to have a glass of wine before he got there just to ease my nerves.

A loud knock at the door announced his arrival.  I opened the door and he was standing in the hallway with a wheeled cart covered in a white table cloth with several silver domed covered dishes and two long skinny white candles on it.  He handed me a single long stemmed red rose in a bud vase and thanked me for inviting him over.  I stood in amazement as I looked at the care and detail he put into our little rendezvous.  I barely expected such an extravagant and well thought out plan.  I guess it was because I knew he was young and half because I simply did not know him or how he was.  Either way, I was greatly impressed with his efforts and welcomed him into my home with open arms.

We had a glass of wine each while we discussed the letter he sent me.  He seemed a little shy at first but after a while he loosened up.  He told me he never had a steady girlfriend because he wanted to focus on his studies and develop his craft.  He had a passion for cooking and he knew he was good at it so he did not want to waste time while he was young.  He knew he had potential and he wanted to realize it before he got involved in a serious relationship. He admitted that often he was lonely and would like the company of a woman, but it was hard to find one that was not clinging or demanding.  I told him that I knew exactly what he meant and that his choice was a sound decision.  I knew how demanding and time consuming a relationship could be.  Things go wrong, things go right, either way, a relationship was like a house plant.  With the right ingredients they grew amazingly but if one thing was off or you forgot to water it one week, they would die.  Watering my relationship was a full time job so his comments hit home.

We soon got acquainted and we sat down to the dinner at my dining room table.  A little soft music rounded out the setting and we began to uncover all the wonderful dishes he had created from scratch in his kitchen next door.  I assumed he had worked all day long judging by the amount of food he prepared.  The dishes were presented wonderfully and the colours and textures worked well against each other.  The whole apartment filled with the aroma of fresh cooked gourmet food.  It had not smelled this way in almost a half a year.  Since I was watching what I ate closely I rarely cooked big meals.  The dinner he prepared for us was going to be a real treat.  I even indulged in a few glasses of wine which I had not done in ages.

The meal he served was amazing.  The sea bass was poached in a white wine and garlic with capers and dill and it was outstanding.  The other dished he made were healthy variations of richer pasta primavera dishes and assorted exotic rice recipes.  The choices he made for dinner to cook were definitely made with me in mind.  He knew I was very strict about what I would eat and took painstaking efforts to prepare healthy recipe variations on traditionally fattening foods.  The whole meal was reminiscent of a gourmet dining experience brought to my door step by a sexy and romantic young man.

I have to admit, our conversation was very engaging and he was well versed in many different topics.  I found myself wondering how such a young, well bred, intelligent and romantic man was without a girlfriend.  With his looks, personality and charm, he could land any woman he wanted.

One thing led to another, and while I did the dishes at the sink, I felt Bruno wrap his muscular arms around my narrow waist and squeeze.  He snuggled his soft cheek into the nape of my neck and kissed me softly.  Goose bumps ran all down my back as his lips barely touched my warm skin.  His contact broke my resistance down immediately and although he was half my age I found myself growing wetter by the moment as his hands wandered slowly up my flat tummy.

As Bruno reached my boobs, he found my perpetually erect nipples beneath my top. He raked his nails gently around my puffy areolas and made my knees weaken. My nipples had always been sensitive and somehow seemed like they were connected directly to my pussy. Lubrication dripped into my silk panties as he spun me around gently and lifted my top off over my head. He reached behind my back and unbound my bra in an expert fashion. My large breasts fell from the D-cups onto my rib cage as he cupped them together and began sucking on my nipples.

I was putty in his hands as he lifted my off my feet and carried me to the sofa in the living room. The next thing I knew I was completely naked as he stood over me removing his shirt and then unbuckling his pants.

Bruno’s throbbing rod popped out from his boxers as he let them drop to the floor at his feet. Seeing the glistening head from the clear fluid that leaked from his urethra, I just had to taste him. I gently grabbed the long thick shaft of his unit and pulled it to my mouth. Allowing him to push his meat all the way to the back of my throat, I massaged his warm soft ball sack while I flicked my tongue around the head inside my mouth. My saliva was drooling down the sides of his cock as it pumped in and out of my mouth, fucking my face.

I desperately wanted him to cum in my mouth, as the taste of his hot semen would send me into a sexual frenzy. I resisted the urge to suck too hard though, because I knew he would be spent afterwards and wouldn’t want to fuck me – which is what I wanted more than anything. I moaned with gratification as I slobbered over his dick, taking it out of my mouth momentarily to lick the shaft and suck on his balls before planting it straight back inside as I massaged my tongue around it. As I sucked him I lowered my right hand down to my crotch and began to gently nudge my clitoris through my panties, which was getting quite sticky.

“Lie down” I commanded, as I removed the last of my clothing. He promptly got onto his back on the floor. My labia glistened with my pussy juice as I hovered over him. He propped his dick up in the air ready for me to plunge it deep inside my pussy. As I lowered myself onto it I felt the walls of my vagina stretch to accommodate his meat. It took a few bounces before I could swallow the whole thing, but I managed it in the end as my pussy lips wrapped around it hungrily. He reached up and started to play with my breasts as I rode him, rubbing my nipples gently and lightly tapping them. The connection between my nips and my pussy felt like surges of electricity running through my veins as he toyed with them.