101 EROTICA STORIES (95 page)

“Mr. Amis” was all Patty managed to get out before her eyes rolled wildly, showing only the whites. Her hands clutched my shoulders just as she gave these huge shudders. After a few seconds Patty gasped and bucked and bent over. I was still inside her by then, and I felt the liquid products of her orgasm course through my cock. It went on for a while, and it seemed as if she would never stop coming. When she did, she grew limp in my arms and placed her head on my chest, still breathing heavily.

I could have come too right there and then, but I had other plans in mind. I let Patty catch her breath for a while before I pulled myself out from her. Because Patty had become weak and limp, pushing her back into the couch was easy. I did just that, and when she was on her back, I kneeled in front of her and placed my dick in her mouth.

Patty began to suck on my dick, softly and tentatively at first. It wasn’t what I wanted. I pinched one nipple to get my point across, and Patty, being the smart girl that she was, got the message. She began to suck harder, stronger, and firmer, which was how I wanted it to be done. I wound my fingers around her brown hair and pulled so hard that her neck got lifted an inch from the couch.

Patty went on with her sucking, and she played with my balls again. The pleasure was beginning to build up and grow more intense. I knew I was about to burst, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

And burst I did. I gave a loud moan as my fluids gushed out of me and right into Patty’s mouth. Patty swallowed my come, but before I could completely release myself inside her mouth, I pulled out and let the rest of my semen drench her face and chest.

Exhausted, I collapsed right on top of Patty. We were both breathing heavily and rapidly. I closed my eyes and waited for my racing heart to calm down, for my breath to finally resume its normal pace. I sensed more than saw Patty do the same. I felt every inch of her naked body in my own naked body. I liked how that felt.

We were more or less breathing regularly after several minutes. As if on cue, we both sat up and looked at each other. Gone was the sweet, innocent Patty I had seen when she first stepped through the door, what, a few hours ago. The sweet, innocent Patty had been replaced by a wilder, more daring girl who pretended she didn’t know what she wanted but would do all it took to get it anyway. Patty was full of contradictions. She was sweet, but she was sexy. She was polite, but she liked to talk dirty. She wanted to dominate, but she wanted to be submissive more. It was tough to put her into a fixed category, but what did it matter? Patty gave great sex, and aside from her excellent babysitting skills, that was all that mattered.

Patty cleared her throat. “The rain has stopped. I should get going, Mr. Amis.”

I listened for a second and realized she was right. The rain had indeed stopped, but for how long, I didn’t know. I nodded to show Patty I understood, and she nodded back. As if on cue again, we both picked up our clothes from the floor and began to dress.

There was silence while we dressed, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a silence that promised of great things to come—maybe not right away, but such greatness was due in the horizon. The thought filled me with excitement, and I found myself getting hard again. Zipping up my pants, I reminded my randy side to keep calm, cool, and collected. The rain had let up, meaning Patty can go home now, meaning Fiona will be getting home soon.

We were fully dressed when the phone rang. It was Fiona, saying the exact things I was thinking: that the rain had stopped (“Thank God!”), she wanted to go home, and she’d be doing just that.

“Is there anything I can get you on the way?” Fiona asked. “Coffee or some doughnuts perhaps?”

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” I answered. “Hurry home, I can’t wait to see you already.”

Fiona giggled like a schoolgirl. “You and your fancy lines. Yes, I’ll be right on home. I’ll see you then!”

I turned back to Patty and saw that she was already halfway to the door. She had her backpack on, and right at that instant, I saw her for who she really was: still a student, a kid, for Pete’s sake.

“Will you—” I began, but she cut me off.

“I’ll be here Friday,” Patty said. “Thanks, Mr. Amis. You don’t have to drive me home. What’s twelve blocks, anyway?” She shrugged.

I nodded. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

Patty nodded in return and went out, closing the door softly behind her. I sighed. It looked like I was back to my Mr. Nice Guy persona.

Until Friday, that is.

Tina was bored. No, scratch that. Tina was very bored.

It was a Friday night, and Tina was babysitting Connor, her next-door neighbor’s five-year-old kid. For some reason, Connor was already exhausted when Tina walked through the door. Mrs. Smith, Connor’s mom, told Tina that she had signed Connor up for swimming lessons at the club. The first swimming session had drained Connor’s energy, and by the time Tina arrived and Mrs. Smith was ready to go, the boy had been more than willing to jump into bed right away.

Tina liked Connor and enjoyed his company. The kid was super active, yes, but he was also polite, friendly, and sweet, especially when Tina brought her art supplies over sometimes. Tina, twenty-one years old, was an art major. Connor loved art, and it was this common love for the craft that made Tina and Connor hit off so well.

Tina grabbed the remote and flipped through one channel to another. It may be a Friday night, but she and her friends usually go out on Saturdays to make way for Tina’s babysitting gig. On most Fridays, Tina and Connor would be sprawled on the living room floor making drawings and paintings, but Tina knew this was not most Fridays. She wished she could wake Connor up and convince him to do some art or something, but of course she couldn’t do that.

Her thoughts were broken when a pair of headlights suddenly washed the driveway. Curious, Tina stood up and looked out the window. Mr. Smith, Connor’s father, wasn’t supposed to be home until ten o’clock in the evening or so (it was only seven o’clock), yet there he was, stepping out of the family’s ink-black SUV. Robert Smith (not that Tina ever called him that) was dressed in a white button-down shirt, blue well-fitting jeans, and red sneakers.

Looking at him from behind the living room curtain, Tina felt a sliver of lust run through her. Robert Smith was blessed in the looks department, something Tina believed Connor would inherit as soon as he stepped into his teens. Mr. Smith was tall, roughly about 6’3”, blond, green eyed, and muscular in that just-right kind of way. Tina knew he went to the gym three to four times a week, and it was a fact that she understood. Her next-door neighbors had the looks that could rival those of the Hollywood stars’, and they need to do all they can to keep their looks that way. The fact that Mrs. Smith had men chasing after her left and right, even with her married to an equally gorgeous Mr. Smith, was proof that Mr. Smith needs to put in more effort if he wants to keep his wife by his side.

The Smiths may be the picture-perfect family, but Tina knew they truly loved each other. Plus they were so nice and friendly that even the other neighbors couldn’t help but genuinely like the family for who and what they were, never mind that they looked better than most of the people the neighbors knew.

With a jolt, Tina realized she was going to be alone in the house with Mr. Smith. She gripped the curtain tightly without even knowing it. Oh no, what am I going to do? She asked herself in the head. This has never happened before. I can’t be in the same room with Mr. Smith.

Before she could even think another word, the door swung open and in stepped the gorgeous hunk of a man that was Robert Smith. Tina quickly let go of the curtain and plastered on her “I’m your local friendly babysitter” smile. She hoped she didn’t look funny. Just because she wasn’t up to the idea of being alone with Robert didn’t mean she didn’t see him that way. For the longest time, Tina had had a huge crush on her handsome next-door neighbor. No one else knew about it save for her closest friends, and they had been thrilled when Tina told them she had been hired by the Smiths to babysit Connor four times a week.

Her friend Zoey had joked it was Tina’s turn to get her claws on Mr. Smith, but Tina brushed the joke aside and responded with all the seriousness she could muster that she would never get in the pants of a married man, no matter how handsome. Now, with the said married man standing in front of her, Tina was no longer so sure she could hold on to that promise.

After brushing his sneakers on the rug, Robert looked up and saw Tina. He broke into a dazzling grin, and it was all Tina could do not to rip her clothes off and offer herself to him right there and then.

“Tina!” Robert exclaimed. “You’re here!” He paused and looked up the ceiling. “Of course. Connor needs you.” He grinned again, taking off his shoes at the same time.

“Hi, Mr. Smith!” Tina responded cheerily. “Yeah, Connor was beat from his swimming classes, and he thought it would be wise to hit the sack early.” She smiled nervously. “Mrs. Smith told me to stay with him until you got home, obviously.”

Robert nodded and padded toward the couch. “The meeting ended early, which is one of the few great things about random, casual meetings.” He sat on the couch and gave himself a good stretch. Tina had to restrain her tongue from creeping out of her mouth and running across her lips. Robert’s shirt had grown taut across his chest, emphasizing a firm, solid set of pectorals that Tina wanted to touch and caress.

What is happening to me? Tina thought stupidly.

“That’s . . . that’s great, Mr. Smith,” she said lamely. “Um, I’m glad you got to finish early.” She realized how silly that sounded, and she wanted to kick herself in the head. “Well, since you’re here and all, I should be going now.”

“Oh, no, no,” Robert objected. He stood up hurriedly and walked back toward Tina. “The night is young, and so are we.” He gave a mischievous smile. “I’d like for use to have a bit of, shall we say, fun tonight, Tina.” His green eyes held Tina’s blue ones, and Tina felt that shiver of delight again, this time in the space between her legs.

“That sounds . . .  that sounds like fun, Mr. Smith,” she answered with a nervous chuckle.

Robert, amused at Tina’s response, threw his head back and laughed. “You’re a funny girl. Come on, let’s head to the kitchen and make some drinks.”

Tina followed Robert into the kitchen. She was twenty-one years old, but she had very few experience in terms of carnal adventures. Her last brush with sex had been two years ago, and she had remained celibate since then.

“What do you want?” Robert asked as he opened the refrigerator and rummaged around its contents. “I’d get myself some cold beer, and you’ll have?” He turned to look at Tina.

“You,” Tina blurted out. As soon as the word was out, she realized what she had said. With a gasp, she covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide open with horror.

Robert remained where he was for a few seconds and looked hard at Tina. Tina knew she should say something to ease the growing tension, maybe something along the lines of “It was a joke, Mr. Smith, did you happen to drop your sense of humor along the way?” when Robert stood up and walked rapidly to where she was.

“Mr. Smith,” Tina began, but no sooner were the words out when Robert decided not to let her finish. In one swift, fluid motion, his arms were around Tina and his lips were on hers.

Tina was too surprised to say or do anything. In her shock, she let Robert kiss her. There were times when she fantasized of engaging in some lip-locking action with the great Mr. Smith, but those fantasies did no justice to the real feel of his lips on hers.

Robert’s soft, plump lips were turning into a kissing monster. They were filled with a mixture of lust and passion, and they were attacking Tina’s lips with a fervor she wouldn’t have believed he was capable of.

Robert broke the kiss and pulled apart, although his arms were still wrapped around Tina. He stared into her eyes with an intensity that sent shivers up and down Tina’s spine. Robert felt it, and he gave a crooked grin. “Do you know I’ve been wanting to do that all along?” he said softly.

Tina was suddenly filled with desire. The desire flooded her so quickly, she felt herself go weak at the knees. And go weak she did. Had Robert not had his arms around her, she would’ve fallen into a swooning mess on the floor. Robert tightened his hold on her and lifted her off her feet. He carried her to the long brown table placed at the corner of the kitchen.

Robert sat Tina down on the table. He looked into her eyes again. Tina was still too surprised and weak with desire to say anything. Robert, though, must have seen it in her eyes because he nodded and began to unbutton Tina’s shirt.

“What about Mrs. Smith?” Tina blurted out.

Robert’s fingers quit working on her buttons. His palm went to work instead by caressing one of Tina’s breasts. “Don’t worry about Janet,” he said calmly as he flattened the breast with his palm. “She’s okay.”

There were no more words after that. Robert finally did away with all the buttons on Tina’s shirt, which he then dropped to the floor. He fixed his eyes on Tina, now wearing nothing on top but a sheer black brassiere. For once, Tina didn’t feel self-conscious. Her breasts were always a part of her body-related issues. She didn’t like her breasts; she thought they were too big and lusty, and she believed that was all the boys wanted from her anyway.

It was different with Robert though. “Do you like them?” Tina said boldly. Right there and then, she decided to go all out with this whole episode, whatever the said episode may be. She decided to give her all to Robert Smith, who said his wife was okay, whatever that meant.

Robert didn’t speak with words. Instead he spoke with actions. He nodded again and reached behind Tina to unhook her bra. Tina let him. She sat tall and proud, a willing victim waiting for the ultimate sacrifice to take place.

Robert slid the straps of Tina’s bra down her arms, freeing her huge breasts in the process. Tina’s tits were big, but they were firm and pert. Robert bent down and kissed her right boob. Tina moaned; she couldn’t help it. Robert looked up at her when she moaned and, seeing she liked what he did, bent down to her chest again.

Robert put his mouth over Tina’s right nipple. He didn’t do anything yet, simply let the feel of his babysitter’s nipple wash over him. He raised his hand and grabbed the other breast. It was soft yet firm. It was pleasure. Robert began to move his fingers and knead the tender meat on his hands.

Tina couldn’t believe her fantasies were finally turning into reality. She had always been a breast person. She loved it when her partners played with her tits, as Robert was doing now. Unable to control herself, Tina let out one moan after another. She grabbed Robert by the head and pulled him closer to her chest.

Robert got the message and began to suck on her nipple, which grew hard and taut in his mouth. Tina moaned again, and her hips began to move on their own. Robert went on sucking her breast, and by the time his mouth was on the other breast, Tina’s panties were soaking wet.

Robert took his sweet time sucking, biting, and licking Tina’s tits. Tina knew he knew what he was doing very well, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting and screaming with pleasure. After biting Tina’s nipple, Robert moved his mouth down to her stomach. He let his tongue make a trail from Tina’s chest to her stomach, down to her navel, where he dipped his tongue for a moment, and into the mound between her legs.