Geek Lust: Erotic Stories about Hot Nerds (14 page)

“It’s not nothing if you are hiding it.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“So what is it?” Anne persisted.

“Toys.” He tried to distract her with a kiss but she turned her face away and he kissed her neck. “Just toys.”

“Let me see.”

He bought the box out and placed it on her lap. The embarrassed flush on his face making her curious. Anne opened the box and her mouth dropped open at the sight of a feather tickler, blindfold, cock rings. She looked at him quickly in surprise. His eyes were intense. She looked back in the box, her hand moving the cock rings over to see a soft whip with lots of strands at the end. Handcuffs. Mini tubes of lube. Some small clamps.

“Since when are you into toys?”

“I’m not.”

“Then why?” She indicated the box.

“I had bought them for us before you dumped me. I had forgotten they were there.” He closed the lid and went to take the box from her but she put her hand on his and stopped him.

“I didn’t—” she began slowly.

“You did.” His gaze was direct.

She couldn’t lie to him, not when he looked at her like that.

“It was just that we were getting stale.” She squeezed his hand to make him understand.

“Stale. Boring. Same old, same old. Isn’t that what you said?”

“I’m sorry.” The silence was tense. Anne was sorry they were going to end on another bad note—again.

“You were right,” he said.

“Steve—”

“No,” he interrupted. “Let me finish. You were right. I never really tried any of the kinky stuff for fear that you’d laugh at me. Then you left me because I didn’t. That was the irony.”

She put her hands around his neck. She nudged his balls and rod with her foot.

“I’m back.”

“I hated that you went to other men....”

Anne interrupted him with a sensual kiss. “There were no other men.”

He gave her a startled look.

“No one?” He raised his eyebrow in speculation.

“No one.” She met his gaze head on, sincerity in her eyes.
His shoulders relaxed as he kissed her. Tongues mated and devoured. His arms went around her waist.

“I was so angry at myself for not trusting you with my dark fantasies.”

“Dark?”

It was her turn to lift an eyebrow.

“Very dark.”

“I want them,” she said.

“You shall have them, my lady.” His smile was wide, his dick hard against her foot. “But first I must punish you for keeping me waiting all these months for your return.”

She kissed him with an open mouth. Her lips covered his and her tongue touched his, drawing him into her mouth for a sweet suckle.

“Let me make it up to you.”

She pushed him back. As she stood up, she reached for his hand and pulled him up. Her arms went around him, ran across his back, and squeezed his ass.

“I don’t know,” he said, as she kissed his chin, his neck, his chest. “It is a lot of hurt.”

She took his nipple into her mouth and pulled hard like she knew he welcomed. One hand still on his ass, squeezing and kneading. “Let me try,” she whispered against his skin.

She sat him on the bed and knelt at his feet, taking his cock in one hand while the other nudged his balls. She squeezed his balls hard as her mouth closed over him, taking in the musk of their desire and the manly scent of him. To think that her mild-mannered geek had dark fantasies. Oh, she was going to make it up to him and discover all of them.

Plus, share some of her own.

Anne was startled when the strips of the whip slapped across her lower back and ass. The whip didn’t hurt, but it startled her so much, his cock popped out of her mouth.

The whip hit her again on her thigh. Not a sting, but a soft caress.

Her eyes met his.

He hit her again and she leaned into it. A small shiver of desire ran through her, tightening her nipples.

“Put my cock back in your mouth, woman,” he commanded.

Her mouth closed over his hard erection, even as she leaned forward and exposed more of her back and ass to the whip. He ran the whip softly across her shoulders as her mouth worked her magic around his shaft, a soft caress against her skin, over her spine to her butt crack.

She felt herself getting wet as the whip touched her; her inner lips swelled with desire and lust.

He slapped the whip across her ass as he directed her to take him deeper, to suck harder.

She took all of his girth into her mouth, sucking, pulling on his length.

His hand pulled her head away from him.

She groaned as her eyes met his.

“Ride me,” he said. “I want to come inside you.”

She eagerly straddled him as he lay back on the bed.

He tasted himself on her lips as he pulled her up and over his body.

They fell back on the bed, her body over his. One hand moved down her spine, across her ass and back again. His other hand buried itself in her hair, holding her in place as his mouth ravished hers.

She positioned his cock beneath her, as she lowered herself onto him. Inch by glorious inch. Her pussy lips adjusted to his familiar depth as she rocked against him gently. He filled her, his cock tip touching her g-spot deep within.

Anne continued to rock, her eyes closed, until she felt the soft caress of the whip. She opened her eyes, watching as he ran the soft bristles around her breasts, down her stomach. Her pussy lips clenched again and again as he trailed the whip on her skin. Anne gasped when he rubbed the handle of the whip against her clitoris. She had certainly misjudged her mild-mannered geek.

Riding him hard and fast, rocking harder and faster, the handle rubbed harder against her, as he whipped her again and again until the whip fell aside and their joined orgasm exploded between them.

She gasped; he growled.

Their mouths were hungry against one another. She tasted his greed for her as his mouth ravished hers.

They took each other, finished each other.

The box of toys was forgotten for now.

His bowtie lay on the nightstand.

by Kimber Vale

Carmen pushed her cart past the open office door. She sneaked a look at the man behind the desk, careful to cover her perusal behind a curtain of her unbound hair. Through the thick, dark veil she saw him bent over, chewing the end of a pen absently as he scanned a sheaf of papers.

It was the same every evening. He was always the last one in the building, always stuck crunching numbers long into the night. This was the tax department of Rowan and James, a Fortune 500 company that specialized in multi-billion-dollar government contracts.

Evidently hard work did pay off, because this guy lived and breathed accounting. And he was big time: director of tax for domestic holdings. A bunch of initials followed the name on the door to his ultra-cushy corner office.

It was sad. Wasteful. Cute, wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and a tumble of sandy hair overdue for a cut sticking up haphazardly as if he had just run a frustrated hand through it. His eyes never left the papers to see what the curvy woman in the form-fitting housekeeping uniform was doing. She bent over to retrieve a wastepaper basket and give him the best possible view of her pert, round bottom.

Nothing. She pushed the cart on to the next cubicle and away from the man’s doorway.

Tonight had to be the night. This was Carmen’s last day at the dead-end job. She had finished night classes the month before and finally got the results back from her nursing exams. Her new position started in two days. She would never see the guy again after she went home for the night. If she left without ever trying to loosen the stubborn tie around his neck, she would be left with a lifetime of what-ifs.

It figured that many of the other men noticed Carmen when they occasionally worked late enough to run into her. She needed both hands to count the number of times she had been asked out while refilling paper towel dispensers and Dixie cups. One guy even followed her into the ladies’ room after hours to give her his number while she was mopping up a suspicious puddle. They were ridiculous, ready, and willing, and of no interest to her.

But the adorable nerd in the charcoal suit never even made eye contact, let alone bent her over his desk to have his way with her as she periodically fantasized. There was just something so attractive about his boyish, geeky good looks. The fact that he came off as completely unattainable and uninterested threw her into a horny fit.

Maybe he wasn’t into women. Carmen noticed the only photo gracing his workspace was an artistic landscape shot. Not a wife and kids smiling encouragingly like so many other offices held. No gay lover though either, so there was the potential promise of heterosexuality.

Yet no matter how much noise she made in the hall beyond his door, he never tore his eyes from his duties.

Carmen unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blue uniform to bare a scandalous amount of cleavage. Bent at the waist, she tousled her hair. She hesitated for a moment before smoothing a coat of fire-engine red lipstick over her puckered mouth, using the stainless steel orderly cart to monitor her reflection.

She grabbed a feather duster, stepping into the only lit office on the twenty-ninth floor.

“Do you mind if I take out your trash? You’re the last thing I need to do before I leave.”

She knew it sounded suggestive. It was made even more so by the husky tone of her voice and the sway of her hips as she approached.

He looked up, startled. Apparently he wasn’t used to interruptions. Carmen sank to her knees at his feet, placing a manicured hand on his knee.

“I just need to get in here.” She smiled sweetly as she looked up at him. He had blue-gray eyes behind his wire frames. They looked shocked, taking in her suggestively parted lips and half-exposed tits.

Carmen licked her lips and pushed back on his knee to roll him back a foot. She reached under the desk and pulled the nearly empty garbage bag from the small container to expose the fresh liner underneath.

“There you go.” She remained crouched before him, watching his calculating gaze analyze the situation and come up empty. A nervous tick twitched the right corner of his mouth. She wanted to kiss it away.

“Thank you.” He seemed to shake himself back to Business Land and waited expectantly for her to disappear.

Either get up and salvage any remaining self-respect you have, or give it your best shot.

“You know, Mr. Ahrens, sometimes a short work break can help to clear your head. Make you more productive afterwards.”

He stared as she slid a hand up along his inner thigh. She felt the tip of a telltale bulge. It jumped under her teasing caress.

“Miss…” He focused on her name tag, pinned tantalizingly close to a hard nipple. For a smart guy he seemed to be having a hard time reading.

“I’m Carmen.” She stood and walked over to the door, closing it and twisting the lock. His eyes followed her as she sauntered back to him. He licked his lips nervously.

“Listen…Carmen. I don’t know what your goal is, but this company doesn’t pay its employees to…fraternize.”

She gave him a mischievous grin. Her knees brushed his as she stood before him, looking down. Carmen ran both hands through his disheveled hair. It was thick and silky between her fingers. She felt him lean into her caress.

“I’m off the clock and this is my last day here, so technically I’m no longer an employee for Rowan and James. And you should have left hours ago.”

“I need to reconcile this good will impairment for tomorrow’s deadline. I’m not getting out of here any time soon. The fair value of the reporting unit is coming up substantially less than the carrying value.”

She massaged his temples, working her way down to his neck as her fingernails scraped gently across his scalp. He emitted a soft moan.

“Well, if you can’t leave, I guess you’ll just have to take your fuck break right here, then.”

She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his hands slip around her waist, drawing her breasts closer to his face.

Interesting. The big, fancy tax accountant liked dirty talk. She pressed her cleavage against him, feeling his warm breath flood the basin between her breasts.

“Do you do this with all of the guys who work late?” His hands circled her backside and dipped lower to slowly peel the hem of her dress up.

“And risk losing my job?” She chuckled. “You’re the only one I wanted and you never paid any attention to me.”

“You’re absolutely right. I must be working too hard if I didn’t see you before today.” His fingers traced the line of her thong. From the dimple where her cheeks met, his touch skated down her crack in a light tease and then slid back up to caress her hip. His other hand unbuttoned her dress to cup a black lace-clad tit. “I’m noticing you now.”

“Good.” Carmen bent low to brush gentle kisses across his brow, his cheek, and over his full lips. “While we’re still talking, I want to know if you’re married.” She reached between his legs and stroked his swollen cock. “Because you don’t seem to be gay.”

“Divorced.” He whispered the word before pulling an erect nipple out of her bra and into his mouth. The pressure was intense; he sucked her hard, not afraid to use his teeth. Carmen moaned as she sank into his lap, straddling his legs. His cock was almost throbbing underneath her. She could feel his hot, hard warmth against her damp panties and ground her pussy against him.

“God, you feel good.” He sighed the words into her cleavage. “I haven’t had a woman in almost a year, not since my ex and I split up.” She felt the zipper at her neck slide down her back. He shimmied her uniform up and over her head, and filled both hands with her ample breasts.

For a guy who didn’t get out much, he certainly warmed up fast.

Carmen leaned down and kissed him, feeling the cold metal of his glasses rubbing her cheek as his warm tongue eagerly met hers. He tasted like spearmint.

“Hang on.” He pulled away from her and retrieved a piece of gum from between his lips. He tossed it at the garbage can and missed.

“Damn it.” He made to stand her up, to correct the error.

“Let the maid get it,” she commanded him, leaning her weight forward and pinning him down. Her hands stroked his cock from outside his suit pants. She could see the turmoil warring in his eyes. A little OCD, maybe? He was still nervously eyeing the gum on his pristine carpeting while she worked his fly down and slid her fingers inside his boxer shorts.

His skin was a velvet soft covering on his thick steel pole. They both sighed in unison when she began to stroke him, relieved to see the gum was forgotten.

Hell, maybe she’d grind her heel over it before she left. Give him a little something to remember her by on the long work nights ahead. Maybe when the building grew quiet and all the other lights were extinguished, he would jerk off and think of her.

Fingers wrapped around his hard-on, she stroked him up and down, using his ample pre-come as lubricant. An image of this proud, powerful man helplessly masturbating at the thought of her made her so wet. Carmen sank to her knees, determined to give him the most amazing memory of his sex life.

She wrapped her lips around his head, wetting it and sliding her mouth down, taking him in entirely. He tasted salty but had a clean, soapy scent that made her hungry for more. Up and down she sucked, fingering his balls and petting his taint. His shaft grew bigger and harder as she pumped it. She hummed, encouraging moans vibrating her lips and tongue as they caressed him. Carmen felt a telltale pulse of arousal throbbing between her legs. He groaned, mumbling words made incoherent by his oblivious arousal.

Carmen imagined a coworker walking in on them; seeing the respected tax genius who never, in all the meetings he orchestrated, made a verbal slip-up. This pillar of perfection, moaning and groaning unintelligible terms of endearment to the housekeeper kneeling between his legs, sucking him dry.

His business associate would probably applaud him after the shock wore off.

His fingers practically tore into the upholstered chair. Carmen drew back, not wanting to finish him off too soon. She wanted hers too.

She paused, weighing how best to fuck the hard, red cock that saluted her. She bent and fished a condom out of the pocket of her dress, tore it open, and rolled it on his prick.

“Always prepared, I see.”

“Actually, that would be Jeremy Ascher across the hall. He keeps them in the candy jar on his desk. The one he’s always telling me I should ‘feel free to eat anything I want’ from.” He looked amused, adorable crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes.

Carmen spun around and lowered her ass. She felt the tip of his stiff cock prod her cunt and eased down on it as she spoke.

“Make sure you tell him thanks for me.” With his whole length inside her, she rolled her hips against his groin.

“Oh, yeah.” She closed her eyes, loving the pressure this position placed on the back of her cunt. She ground into him, working her clit against his balls and listening to him pant behind her.

“You like that?” Carmen asked, wanting to hear the head honcho extolling her virtues. “Do you want me to fuck you fast, or slow, baby?”

As she asked, she demonstrated each option. She heard him blow out a frustrated whistle behind her and she smiled.

Suddenly his fingers, unyielding and dominant, gripped her hips, sliding her body, her wet lips, up and down his cock with excruciating slowness. Carmen shivered with delight.

“Slow is nice.” His voice was low, gravelly, fanning warm air on her shoulder.

“But I have some important work to do here.”

He lifted her off of his prick and she felt his strong fingers push her forward. Standing behind her, his hips guided her forward, his pole sliding upward between her ass cheeks as he wrestled her upper body forward, bending her over the desk of papers.

She felt his hand weave through her hair, massaging her scalp before gripping the thick mane tightly.

With a controlling thrust he entered her, making her cry out into the silence. Again and again he pounded inside her, hard and fast. Carmen could do nothing but grip the edge of the wooden desk, yelling out with each jab of his thick cock.

His fingers, slippery with their juices, found her clit and she moaned, arching her back toward him. The sensations multiplied within her; Carmen felt tears in her eyes as her orgasm approached. Not to be outdone, she rested her weight on the desk and slid a hand back between her legs. She felt his slick firmness stroking in and out of her, and her fingers touched his butter-smooth sack.

Carmen heard his breathing increase as his fingers intensified their pace on her nub.

Just as the waves of climax consumed her, she slid the tip of her middle finger into the tight sphincter behind his balls.

It was like a jolt of electricity surged through him. He pushed against her clenching muscles, and entered her balls deep, pulsing against her body as they both came in perfect unison.

He lay against her back for a time, panting while the sweat from both of them clung to his button-down shirt. Eventually he disengaged from her.

Why didn’t she consider this part of the encounter?

She stood up, attempting to look at ease despite her discomfort.

Carmen plastered a carefree smile on her face and grabbed her dress off of the floor as he straightened up his pants. They hadn’t ever actually been taken off.

He sat and watched in silence as she pulled the clothing over her head and worked the zipper back up. He reached for the papers before him, now a wrinkled mess from their lovemaking, and tapped the pile into order.

Carmen took it as her cue that break time was over. She wasn’t sure she had even stepped on the wad of gum. With airy nonchalance she bent and picked up her duster.

“You have come on your suit.” She smiled sweetly and he looked up from his papers with a quirked eyebrow. “Might want to get it to the dry cleaner before the next big meeting.”

And with that, she flounced out, never looking back.

* * * *

The parking lot was dark and quiet when Carmen left the hospital. Her feet hurt from standing for twelve hours straight. She longed for a hot shower and a good book in bed.