101 EROTICA STORIES (87 page)

Mina screamed as Mr. Wright’s fingers invaded her cunt, but her scream eventually became sounds of pleasure. She moved her hips in time with Mr. Wright’s hands. She had to let go of his cock now; the pleasure was too intense. She placed her hands over her breasts instead and began to play with and tug at them.

Mr. Wright’s fingers slid faster and faster inside Mina, who was so wet now that some of her juices leaked out from her and dripped to the couch. Then Mina felt something coming, and her eyes flew open. She tugged harder at her breasts then wound her hands around Mr. Wright’s dark hair.

“I’m gonna come, Mr. Wright,” she moaned.

Mr. Wright responded by pulling his fingers out of Mina’s pussy. Mina cried out loud in frustration and looked at him. “What did you do that for?” she shrieked. He was so cruel!

Mr. Wright grinned wickedly and positioned himself higher over Mina. Mina, still half-delirious from the intense pleasure, couldn’t figure out what her male employer was up to. It only came to her when Mr. Wright came down and rammed himself inside her pussy.

Oh, the sudden jolt of pain! Mina screamed as Mr. Wright invaded her pussy with his cock again and again. Pain quickly turned to pleasure, however, something that was made possible due to the fact that Mina was completely soaked with her juices. She moaned and groaned, her cries mingling with Mr. Wright’s grunting and heavy breathing.

They were both soaking wet now, and their organs made squelching sounds as they came in contact with each other. Flat bellies met and also made slapping sounds. The smell of sweat and body fluid filled the air. Sweat-stained skin glowed in the afternoon sun. The huge leather couch shook and vibrated a bit, and cries of ecstasy filled the living room.

Mr. Wright couldn’t seem to stop himself from diving into Mina’s eager flesh. She was so snug, and so wet! He dug his hands on Mina’s tits, mashing and grinding them. Mina ran her fingernails down Mr. Wright’s back and grabbed a huge chunk of his firm ass, which she squeezed and fondled with all her strength.

“I’m coming, I’m going to burst!” Mina cried out. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her sensations were all going overdrive now: Mr. Wright’s enormous cock thrusting in and out of her pussy, his hands digging hungrily at her breasts, his lips fastened sexily on the delicate skin between her collarbones. She couldn’t help but wonder how much more pleasure she could take before she went mad with sheer ecstasy.

“Hold on, babe,” Mr. Wright answered. His hands went from her breasts to her hips. He held her hips steady as he went on pounding into her. “I’m right with you. Ah, shit. You feel so fucking good.”

He thrust himself in and out of Mina’s flesh more rapidly. The quick movements left them both gasping and panting. Mina began to feel the shakes wind their way all over her body. Mr. Wright felt them too, and he drove himself into Mina faster and faster. He found her cave of flesh to be perfect. He didn’t want to drive himself outside Mina’s cunt. He could stay inside her cunt all day, every day.

Mina let out a scream just as shivers and shudders racked through her body. Her eyes rolled upward, showing only the whites. She screamed and cried out loud, still meeting Mr. Wright’s cock as it drove right into her. She was dying, she knew it. No human being could go through this insane pleasure and live to tell the tale.

Then her pussy began to excrete her exotic body fluids. The wave of orgasm washed over Mina, and she welcomed it with open arms. Her body shook and thrashed around as one orgasm after another split through her. She racked and shuddered on the couch. A minute later, Mr. Wright collapsed on top of her and matched her shuddering with his own. He poured his seed right into Mina’s still-gushing pussy. He managed to find the strength for one more thrust before he completely collapsed on top of Mina and surrendered his body to the shake-inducing waves of his orgasm.

The black leather couch was wet and sticky with mysterious fluids by the time Mina and Mr. Wright sat up and got off it. Bending down to get her clothes, Mina looked down at the sticky puddles and giggled.

“That was fantastic, Mr. Wright,” she said shyly as she stepped into her clothes and dressed. Mr. Wright broke into his handsome devilish grin. “I told you.” Still naked, he gazed into Mina’s eyes. Mina, still naked from the waist up, gazed back at him.

“You can have lots of that if you want, Mina,” Mr. Wright said softly.

“I want,” Mina said breathlessly.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a car engine turn into the driveway.

Mr. Wright bent down and sucked on Mina’s breast for a few seconds. Standing back up, he said, “Good.”

“I’m home!” Mrs. Wright shouted from outside. “Honey, help me with the sodas!”

Mr. Wright winked at Mina before he went outside to help his wife, putting on his clothes as he walked to the front door.

Mina smiled and went on dressing herself. This was going to be one fantastic babysitting job.

Working for the Finlaysons is a dream come true. Not only do they have the most luxurious house in the entire neighbourhood, but they are also the highest payers I have ever encountered. The house is a 10 room mansion, with its own kidney shaped pool, lush gardens, and well manicured landscapes. Set on top of the hills, it is beautifully elevated to give the best view of the town below. The interior seems honey drenched, with the smart use of medium coloured woods, camel and cinnamon coloured furnishings and dramatic yellow lights, giving the entire house a golden cast at night. For me, this is what living is all about. My most favourite place aside from the pool side, are the wrought iron balconies that seem to wrap up all the bedrooms upstairs. The floor to ceiling windows near the staircase, give a picturesque view of the backyard garden. Antiques and chandeliers are used lavishly and give the entire house a really expensive feel.

My bosses, Amy and Grant Finlayson are the best couples I had ever encountered. They are very accommodating and gracious. Their 8 year old, Jasmine, is an angel with brunette locks and hazel eyes that seem to sparkle all the time. Their adopted son, Flay, is currently at the University taking up---well, I am not too sure, but something that involves plenty of numbers. Seeing his pictures on the living room, one would say that he’s a stereotypical geek. Anyway, I haven’t seen him in person yet since he is never home since I started working.

Mr. Finlayson is usually on business meetings and conventions so I rarely see him, except during the first few days. Usually, it’s just Mrs. Finlayson, Jasmine, and Mrs. Finlayson’s personal assistant, Kendall.

I was at the kitchen making some smoothie one afternoon when I sensed someone was behind me. I turned around and saw the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. He’s about a foot taller than me, with brown hair, stormy gray eyes and a tan that suggests he’s been out in the sun too much recently. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Hi. I’m Flay.” He said as he extended his hand.

“Oh! No wonder you look so familiar. I’ve seen some photos. I’m Brooke.”

“Nice to meet you.” With that, he walked upstairs.

After finishing making my strawberry smoothie, I went upstairs as well.

Playing with Jasmine is one of my favourites. I was an only child so I never really had the chance to have a playmate when I was a kid. I had tons of toys but no one to play them with. The curly brunette has a toy kingdom in her room. Really. She has princess castles where she can play inside, almost every Barbie that ever came out, a Hello Kitty tub, and a collection of the Disney Princesses---from books to DVD’s to her vanity. Her cotton candy pink bed is so soft and cushy---fit for a princess.

As I adjusted my self on the bean bag, I stared lovingly at her. She was sound asleep. I almost laughed to myself. One minute, she’s all hyper. Another minute, she’s like this. Sleeping like an angel. I tiptoed across the room and made my way out. I was a bit bored so I walked across the hall and opened the French doors at the end. They pave the way for the balcony overlooking the pool. Someone was swimming----gracefully at that. I focused and I realized it was Flay. His hair was wet and his eyes a bit red. As he came out of the pool, I cannot help but stare at those manly broad shoulders that have droplets of water cascading from them. And then, as my eyes came downward, I was mesmerized by his manly bulge, made enticing by his tight trunks. He must have sensed I was there. He looked up and met my eyes.

As he came nearer the balcony, I couldn’t help but stare at his tumescence again. He must have realized that because he followed the direction of my stare and shook his head. Heat came up my neck and I could have sworn I was blushing profusely. I ran back to Jasmine’s room. Only too thankful that I could hide there for a while and avoid him as much as possible. I thought about the thing that I saw and sighed. I would have to have that inside me. However, I can’t. He’s the bosses’ son. Plus, it’s obvious that she is not his type.

It’s weird. Really weird. I saw his pictures a number of times already but it never occurred to me that he could look like a hunk. He’s not very handsome---not in the conventional way, yet there’s something about him that is very attractive. He’s so tall and beautifully built. Plus, he’s well endowed. I have seen men in trunks before. I have gone swimming with friends several times and saw the guys but I never felt a stirring inside me. Flay’s asset is museum quality----and that was just the silhouette.

I gazed out the window and decided to call my boyfriend. Maybe I am just sex deprived these past few weeks. I shrugged the thought. Sex deprived or not, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. That is if I am sane. But when was I sane? I thought amusedly.

At 7 that evening, Mrs. Finlayson phoned and said she’s attending a late night dinner with friends. Flay ordered some Chinese food for dinner. I called my parents to say that I’d be home late. Anyway, I live on the next block, so that won’t be any issue. After dinner, I bathe Jasmine and helped her put on her favourite pink Oriental-inspired nightdress. Very cute indeed.

I read stories for the little girl. Her favourite is the Frog Prince. I hated the story as a kid---I hated fairy tales in general, just because they seemed force to have a happy ending. That’s just me though. Swallowing my personal notions, I read the book as nicely as I could. I must have been really good because in no time, she was asleep. I gave her a light peck on the cheek, lowered the lights, and got out.

I entered the guest room I was given as a place to sleep. I lay on the four poster bed and sighed. Everything in this room is perfect----from the bed to the high ceiling to the lavender decor. It’s one of the most relaxing rooms in this house, and my favourite too. When the Finlaysons toured me around and asked me to pick a room, I did not wait for a second and picked this one. I stretched on the bed and allowed myself to be surrounded by cushy pillows.

Just when I was starting to doze off, I heard the door being opened. Thinking it was Jasmine looking for me, I sprung up. When the door completely opened, there was no Jasmine. It was Flay standing at the portal.

“Hi there. Tired?”

“No. I’m just sleepy.” I said. Goosebumps started to form on my arms as I realized I have never taken my eyes off him ever since he entered the room.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re pretty bold. Aren’t you?” He said as he walked towards me.

I shook my head as a reflex. There was something in his aura that both excited and scared me. I backed away, knowing that men love it when women play a bit hard to get. He moved closer and closer until we were only merely inches apart. He held me by the waist and rubbed me there a bit too sensually. The smell of his skin---which was a combo of Irish Spring, man skin, and light spicy after shave tickled my nostrils. God, he smells delish. Clean and all man. I moved backwards and find out that I was already pinned on the wall. I’m dead meat.

I looked at him even closer now, thinking that whether he takes me by force or is simply toying with me, at least I have his undivided attention. I took note of his silky neck and the fact that he’s even better looking up close. Make noisy love to me. I wished over and over.

Just then, he fingered the waistband of my skirt and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you like to touch it?” He said as he rubbed himself against my body. I shivered and without hesitation, I ground my belly all around his now bulging manhood. He’s so big. I could feel all of him now and my desire intensified. “Would you let me?” I asked, before he changed his mind. I was all nerve and wanting, my panties feeling the first bout of wetness. I closed my eyes and imagine him trailing his tongue on my body. I moaned at the thought. Upon hearing that, he smiled at me amusedly. “You’re not only bold. You are also loud.”

My right hand found the front of his pants. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, my mind filled with oh so naughty thoughts. He took my hand and pressed it against him even harder. We made circles and rubbed repeatedly until a groan came from deep in his throat. I traced one finger on Flay’s collar bone and went up to find his pulse. It was going wildly indeed.

I looked at him and put my hands behind his neck. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.

Not to miss the hint, he slowly dipped his lips to mine. Oh my God. It felt so good to be kissed this way by almost a stranger. His lips teased mine, nibbling, sucking, and licking. All my defences melted away and I parted my lips, ever so slightly. I wanted to think about my boyfriend, to put a stop to all this nonsense. I tried so hard, but I cannot even recall his face that much. All I ever cared about was this---this kiss that is starting to zap away all my strength. His lips were cold, but his velvety tongue felt so hot against mine. I caught it and sucked it and played with it. I couldn’t believe it was about to get better. He tipped my body so I was nearly horizontal and kissed me again. I responded with the way his tongue was moving, kissing him with all the passion I can ever muster. In no time, I was literally breathless.

I caught his shoulders and went back to standing position. He caught my head and this time kissed me even more passionately. We simply cannot get enough of his other. The kiss alone has shot up my arousal to a level I haven’t reached before. I took a deep breath and allowed my hands to roam on his muscular body.  He was lean and hard. Any woman would love to have a man like him.

He lifted me so my legs encircled his waist and kissed me even more, his tongue going round and round my lips. He licked my neck and tried so hard to hold on to him, afraid that I might fall. It was heady and intoxicating----our kiss that is. He massages my butt as he tortured my lips again and again. “Flay, I...”

“Ssshhhh. We don’t have that much time.”

With that, he put me down on the floor. I went on to business and unbuttoned his pants ever so slowly. I know we don’t have that much time but this is an unfamiliar territory worthy of a slow exploration. I kissed every inch of skin that I unravelled. What I am seeing is hypnotic. His manhood is bulging and waiting to come out of his navy briefs. He really was well endowed. That, or he just is mighty aroused. I rubbed my nose against his briefs and I shivered. The musky smell of him----the warmth of his skin shot through me like a drug. He smelled awesome---all warm and earthy and manly. He pulled me even closer and I obliged and I licked him through the fabric. Wanting to taste more, I quickly undid the barrier between me and his huge dick.

The sight of it—its head glowing and all shiny got me even more turned on than I already was. I rubbed the whole length with my hands, marvelling at this exciting yet frightening man tool. I cupped the plum looking thingy surrounding it and licked them both. He was gorgeous and surely, I’d be mental if I left here without a taste.

I licked it its silky head, the tip of my tongue doing all the work. I licked it over and over and over and massaged its entire length my hand. I heard him groan and that turned me on even further. Inch by inch, I slid him inside my mouth. I have never actually done this before but I’d be damned if I don’t start doing it now. I sucked him with all my might and let my tongue experience its silky texture. I pulled it out and sucked on the head and slid it all over again. In a fucking motion, I moved it in and out...in and out until Flay was panting with lust. I love every bit of sound he makes. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter down there as I ate him. Oh I could get used to this...