15 Erotic Stories BUNDLE: Huge Collection of Individually Sold Short Sex Stories (34 page)

She shuddered, “God how familiar.” His hand stroked her long dark hair. “I’ve nothing to go back to, my home is gone, my life has been swept clean. Before I saw you and Brad yesterday, I was contemplating a short life involving drinking myself to death. When I woke up today, my first thought was that you are still as amazing as you were thirty years ago. My second thought was that I have a son now, and I want to get to know him” Brad told her seriously. “I’m hearing what you’re saying about time having passed, but I’ve always loved you and that’s not going to change.” She smiled gently at him. “We will see” she said. They called their son and arranged to meet him for a late breakfast at a nearby café.

The meeting was awkward at first. Father and son didn’t know whether to shake hands or hug. They settled for the handshake and the shy introduction Angie made. The son had attended Mississppi State instead of Ole Miss, and had majored in Computer Science. Brad noticed the fraternity pin on his son’s collar and flashed the fraternity’s secret sign. His son stopped talking in mid-sentence and gave the response. They shared the fraternity handshake and Brad spoke first.

“I’ll be damned, I didn’t know they still passed all that stuff along these days” he said. His son, grinning, said they certainly did and the next few minutes passed easily for them. They found common ground in their interests, and an animated conversation ensued. Even their taste in breakfast was similar, both loving cheese omelettes, biscuits, and grits. Angie sat eating her grapefruit and sipping her coffee, enjoying herself hugely.

“He liked you” she said. “He seems to be a fine man” Brad told her,” I don’t know how you managed it on your own.” They spent the whole day together, making love, swimming, lying on the beach.

They met their son for dinner, and truly had a wonderful time. He had to excuse himself early because he had a date with the waitress who had helped them on the beach the day before. The two men hugged as they separated for the evening.

Brad nuzzled Angie’s neck as he reached around her waist and then raised his hands to cup her full breasts. “Our son has good taste in women” he said. “I know,” Angie said, “if I could have gotten her alone before he did I would have tried to seduce her myself.” Brad turned Angie in his arms, one eyebrow comically arched, “You like women too?”

“Brad, I told you, it’s been a long time and we are different people now than we were.” She sat on the chaise, patted the cushion beside her and indicated for him to sit. “While you have been in your quiet little corner of Mississippi, I’ve been in Los Angeles. I told you, there have been many men, but I have changed my love, and you don’t know me any more. That is why I asked you not to make any promises or plans yet.” “Am I going to need a drink for this conversation?” he asked. “Yes my darling, I think we both will.” She stood, and with the woman’s magic they all seem to be born with, she reached behind her and unfastened her dress. It fell to the deck unnoticed. “Bring the Crown Royal and meet me at the hot tub,” she gave him a wicked smile, “I’ll turn on the bubbles!”

He returned to the hot tub with a new bottle, two glasses, and a full crystal ice bowl. He set the tray down on the little table. She began to make their drinks while he undressed. Her nude body was even more enticing to him than it had been back in college. Slender, she was little more than five and a half feet tall. She was willowy, with slender legs and hips, and her firm upright breasts were just a little too full for such a slender body. Her dark skin was smooth and unlined, and when she moved she was graceful. The dark hair framing her high cheekboned face was amazingly erotic as it swung back and forth.

She offered him his drink, then bent to kiss his penis. “Now that we have calmed
him
down a little, we can have a serious talk” she said. “I am going to tell you a little of what I’ve become, and who I am now. I don’t want you to interrupt me, even though I’m sure I will shock you…I’m not a little immigrant girl from Southern Mississippi anymore and I’m not ever going to be again” she said quietly, and then sipped from her drink. “Do you think you can do that?” He nodded, serious and a little apprehensive now. “Good. Now you can sit over here and I will sit over here. That way you will be sure to pay attention to what I’m saying instead of playing with my breasts!” she laughed in a low throaty voice.

They sat facing each other, one of her knees between his knees, feet flat on the bottom of the tub. She took another sip of her drink, and then took a deep breath.

“I didn’t even wait for graduation, I left campus as soon as I finished my last exams. I sold what little I had, along with that raggedy little Plymouth, and bought a bus ticket to Los Angeles. I did not yet know that I was carrying Brad. I got off the bus in downtown L.A. and immediately headed for Venice Beach with my rucksack and what little cash I had left. That afternoon, as I watched the sights there I met a man in a wheelchair, a man in his fifties with graying hair and wearing a white Panama Suit. He was so charming.”

“He seemed to sense that I was brand new to L.A. and he soon had me telling him my life’s story. He was attentive and kind while I spoke. As it got later in the afternoon, he realized that I had no place to go. He explained to me that he had only recently been confined to the wheelchair, unable to walk and care for himself because his muscular dystrophy had advanced so far. To make a long story short, he offered me a job as his housekeeper and I took it. We were picked up by a long white limousine and taken to his home.”

“I worked for him, keeping an eye out for something available in my field of study, but he was paying me more than most of those entry jobs were paying. I had a suite of rooms in a magnificent house overlooking the ocean, and free use of his Porsche since he could no longer drive it. There was a cook and a driver for his limo and me living with him in the house. When the cook left, I found out what she had been doing for him…and I almost left. He explained to me that she got women to visit him and take care of his ‘personal needs’ and made sure they got to the house and were paid for their services. He was very nice about it, and told me that I was perfectly free to refuse it, but that if I wanted to take her place he would double what I was already making.”

“By that time I knew for sure that I was pregnant, and I told him. He told me that it wouldn’t make any difference, and that I was welcome to stay. He gave me a hug and said that he would enroll the staff in a health insurance program, and that he would cover the costs. That was the first time he ever touched me.”

“At least once a week he would send me to a private club to pick a woman, sometimes two women, to bring home to ‘visit’ with him. He described his taste, or ‘flavor of the week’ as he laughingly called it, and I would find them and bring them to the house. Sometimes I watched from the security cameras in the house, sometimes I listened from the hallway. You know how I am, and how strong my appetites are” she smiled at Brad,” and I soon found myself masturbating as I watched. It wasn’t long before I saw two of the ‘visitors” in a sixty-nine. I had heard of girls doing each other, but I had only seen it in some of those ridiculous porn movies you guys had in the frat house.”

In spite of Angie’s deliberate attempt to hold Brad at bay while she talked, her knee slid down in the water and he felt her toes exploring his penis under the water. “When the sixty-nine stopped, they began to kiss and fondle each other, almost in his lap. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I dropped my shorts and buried my fingers in my pussy. When the blonde one stopped kissing her partner, she rose up to kiss my employer while her partner licked her pussy. I came, very hard, bucking in my chair in the security room.”

“I always watched after that. Sometimes he would even call in his driver to fuck one or both of the ‘visitors’. I watched every kind of sex act you can imagine in that room, and when the pressure got too intense, I would go to Venice Beach and pick up a stranger to fuck. I got crazy, I tried things I could never have imagined by myself. Things turned me on that I knew should not, and I reveled in it. I never got into pain or bondage, but I became enamored of it at the threshold level.” Her dark brown eyes bored into Brad’s, “I like to be tied up and teased till I can no longer restrain myself. I like to be tied up and forced to watch the man I’m with fuck someone else until my pussy is sucking for air. I like to be watched while I’m doing whatever I’m doing with whoever I’m doing it with. Again, to make a long story short, I’ve become a very dirty girl. I’m not going to change, I like myself the way I am…and I’m not sure you will be able to deal with that.”

Her foot was now stroking the length of his cock, which was impossibly swollen. He was verging on orgasm and his breathing was ragged. “Ah my love,” she said, leaning forward to grasp his hard organ in her hand, ”this is how you react now, but how will you react when I make you sit on the bed and watch while I suck some college boy’s dick, or let him stick his dick in my ass?” Brad’s cock jerked in her hand. “How will you feel if some young woman you find hot is lying beneath me as I suck someone else’s cum out of her pussy? What would you do if you found your wife with her tongue in another man’s ass, with another man in her pussy and yet another in fucking her own ass?” His cock began to spray cum, and she ducked her head under water to catch it all. She surfaced a moment later, opening her mouth to breathe in, and he could see his cum on her tongue. She smiled and rubbed his cum around in her mouth with her fingers before she swallowed it.

She reached for her drink and swallowed half of it before she climbed on his lap, his cock still hard. Angie reached between them and guided his dick to her ass, and he could feel the puckered flesh give way before he slid in. She sat down on him abruptly, socketing him in place, buried to the hilt in her tight ass. She began to bounce gently, not really sliding him in and out, just causing the flesh on his penis to slide up and down a bit. She wiggled her hips as only a latina can, and pushed a swollen nipple into his mouth. She caressed his hair and whispered into his ear.

“I love only you. I have since the first time I sucked your dick. But I am someone else now, and I can’t live without the things I’ve just told you about. So I’ll ask you this. You think of what I’ve told you, I’ll even show you some of it if you’d like. We will stay here until the end of this week if you want to try. If you still want me at the end of this week, we can take a trial period in L.A., say a year. If you still want me at the end of the trial period I will live with, marry you, be your slave, whatever you want for as long as we live.”

Angie raised up off his cock, and reached down to pull him up. Holding him to her, her face upturned and close to his, she whispered “What do
you
want?” He raised her slightly, just enough to insert his throbbing cock into her shaved pussy, then pulled her down until he was in as far as it would go. “I’ll do anything you want, anything at all just to spend every day of my life with you” he said. Anything else they might have said was obscured by their hips thrashing in the water as he covered her lips with his own.

“I’ll hold you to our agreement” she murmured as they lay in the king sized bed of the penthouse. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said as they petted and stroked, “but the whole idea has got me really stoked.” She laughed her throaty laugh, “Don’t tell me that until you see some stranger’s cum dripping down my chin.” He pinned her arms above her head and slammed into her pussy, grinding her back against the bed.

Brad was awakened by the brush of Angie’s lips against his own. “Wake up sleepy head” she teased. He could smell the fragrance of her jasmine body oil mixed with the powerful aroma of the fresh dark roast coffee in the mug she carried. “Hurry up and get dressed, I’ve ordered room service for breakfast.” The filmy peignoir she wore rippled when she walked. It was easy to see she wore nothing underneath.

“God I feel great, he said, as, freshly shaved and showered, he stretched on the open deck. She lounged comfortably as she watched him. “That’s good my love, because your first test will take place before your eyes in just a few minutes.” He looked at her in amazement. “You called a hooker this early in the morning?” “No, she said, “someone is going to knock on that door with our breakfast in a few minutes. You are going to calmly eat your breakfast while I fuck whoever it is. Man, woman, young, old, it doesn’t matter.” He choked on his coffee. “Remember our agreement,” she said. “All you can do is watch…” she said, “this time.”

He held his breath as he watched her go to the door of the suite. Her movements became positively feline as she approached the door. She opened it and said “Come in, we’re on the patio deck” in a sultry voice. He watched as she padded back onto the deck, the filmy peignoir completely transparent in the morning sun. A very ordinary young man, most likely one of the college students working here for the summer, rolled the breakfast tray behind her. His cheeks were flushed as he tried, unsuccessfully to keep his eyes off the beautiful nearly nude woman before him. Brad watched, fascinated as he tried to set the table without fumbling at it. He nearly choked with laughter as Angie brushed his arm with a swelling breast, her nipple hardening at the contact. The boy froze when he felt it. “Darling,” Angie said, “he’s done such a wonderful job, don’t you think he deserves a special tip?” Brad smiled a huge smile and said “Absolutely!”

Seated in her chair, Angie ran her hand up the boy’s leg inside his shorts, grabbing his erect cock in her hand and squeezing it firmly. The waiter nearly jumped out of his shorts. He looked frantically at Brad until he realized that Brad made no motion to stop this. “This can’t be happening to me” he thought. “This shit only happens in those stories in the backs of stroke magazines!” All conscious thought fled from his mind as Angie stood, shrugged of the peignoir, and knelt before him. She was fumbling with the front of his shorts.

Brad had a moment where he felt sick to his stomach as he realized that the woman he loved was about to put this guy’s strange cock in her mouth. He watched her pull it out as if he were watching a snake about to strike him. Then he realized his own cock was about to burst through his new shorts, and his breathing was as rapid as the waiter’s. Angie stroked the thick cock with her hand. Her other hand released the waiter’s shorts and they fell around his ankles on the deck. His jutting member, enclosed in Angie’s soft hand, was just in front of her face.