50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (10 page)

Her hips were still working from her orgasm as Katie dribbled his cum all over the outside of his shaft.  Jumping off his face, she put her eyes close to his, cum dripping down her lips and chin.  “Watch me baby,” she hissed, “I really get off on being watched when I do this…”  She was back down at his cock in a flash, her green eyes locked on his own.

Slowly and carefully, she used her tongue to spread his cum all over the head of his shaft and then licked him clean, smacking her lips loudly.  Never once did she take her eyes from his.

Mark had no idea what to say when it was over.  She was the most amazing woman he had ever even been near in bed.  He didn’t want to let her go…ever. 

Katie was satisfied with herself.  She wasn’t ready for marriage yet, but she was ready to stick with one guy for a while…and Mark Thurman was going to work out fine.

It was hard to live the way Shaina had to.  There was so little that she had to complain about, her life was good…except for the lack of sex.  Ed was a good man and a loving husband, a fine upstanding pillar of the community.  But he had an almost absent sex drive, nothing she tried seemed to interest him except the very basic missionary position once or twice a week.  The need, the hunger for sex was a living thing inside her.  It was clear to Shaina that something had to give…something that would leave her
pleasure unbound
…

It was a little sad to sit down in the driver’s seat of her husband’s car for the ride home.  Ed was a good guy, and a really loving husband, but he was such a stick in the mud when it came to sex.  After four long years of once or twice a week at best, the good old missionary position every time, Shaina was faced with an agonizing decision.  He was a good man, and Shaina really loved him, but her body screamed out with the need to be fucked…a very serious and real need to be fucked.  Hard.  And in every way, shape and form possible.

She had bought toys, she had tried porn videos, she had even bought a Sybian (which she truly enjoyed and wished Ed would try with her…anything at all, if he’d just try.)  Eventually she had broken down and told her husband what she needed, but the look of shock on his face shut the conversation down very quickly.  There had been a few tense days afterwards, and apparently Ed just assumed that her outburst was an aberration and wouldn’t come up again.

In desperation, she turned to her very closest friend Denise for comfort, consolation, and advice.  Denise’s first response was not helpful, and didn’t bode well for Ed.  “Once or twice a week?  And then only in the missionary position?  Jesus Shaina, is he gay?”

After a whole afternoon of discussion, during which the two of them had downed most of a pitcher of frozen margaritas, Denise had proposed three solutions.  “You can write him off and divorce him sweetie, but your folks and his are going to take that very badly.”  Denise gazed up at the ceiling for a moment.  “You could just give up sex and live with what he gives you.”  Both of the snorted at that idea.  “Or you could do what half the other women in this little hick town do when they get bored with the same old cock and the same old routine after a few years.”

“What the hell are you talking about Denise?” Shaina asked.

“You could fuck around when you really need it bad.  It’s not like he’s even going to find out about it,” Denise said reasonably.  “I mean, look at him.” They turned to look in the living room, fifteen feet away, where Ed sat absorbed in a football game.  “We’re sitting here talking about fucking strange men, just a few feet from where he’s sitting, and he’s not heard a word we said.”

“I don’t think he wants to,” Shaina said sadly.

“Hey Ed, Shaina wants to go down to the local biker bar and get some grungy biker to let her give him a blowjob,” Denise brayed.

“Jesus Denise!” Shaina cringed.

“Huh?” Ed said, “Do what?”

“Nothing baby, go back to your game,” Shaina said.  Ed looked puzzled for a moment, and then turned around and was immediately absorbed in the game again.

Shaina looked at her friend.  “Denise, he’s not an idiot, he graduated with honors at the top his class in college…he’s…he’s just focused elsewhere.”

“Honey, if you need to get laid, he’s going to have to solve your problem for you or pay the consequences.  It’s hard, but I gave you three options and I honestly don’t see any others.”

Neither did Shaina.  In the end, she didn’t want to face the furor of their families or the hurt in Ed’s eyes.  Doing without was not an option.

There was another game on that night, and Shaina showered and changed, putting on a pair of cutoff jeans and a tee shirt along with a pair of walking shoes.  Grabbing her small purse from the kitchen counter, she walked over to Ed and asked for the key to the car.  Of course, she had her own, but she wanted to give him a chance to stop her.  He never even asked where she was going, but he did tell her to have a good time.  She was more than a little annoyed.

Several miles from their house she found a roadhouse on the side of the highway with thirty or forty bikes backed into the front parking lot.  Still frustrated, she turned off and parked the car.  Looking over the lot, she realized that most of these bikes were very new, very shiny, and very expensive.  With a sigh of relief, she realized that this was no biker dive, this was a place where well to do professional men came to have their wannabe fantasies about being a hardass biker.  The worst she would have to worry about here would be some drunk lardass Romeo who thought he was irresistible.  It was a problem she could handle.

In the dim light of the bar, she could see that she had guessed correctly, and she let her guard down.  She sat down at a table lit by a candle in a wine jug and started to gaze around the room. Most of the guys were in their thirties or early forties and didn’t look to bad at all, though there were a few of the lardasses.  The first man who sat down next to her and offered to buy her a drink was okay, but he was only a little less boring than Ed…he mostly talked about his wife and his bike, but he was friendly enough.  He didn’t stay long.

The second man sat down while she was finishing her Manhattan, and lit a Marlboro, blowing the smoke out of both nostrils, but away from her.  “Manahattan?” he asked in a friendly tone.  She nodded yes.  He was ruggedly good looking, and though she judged him to be in his early forties, his jeans and the black tee shirt spread tightly  across his muscled chest showed him to be in very good shape.  “Rye or Bourbon?”

She grinned at him openly now, the man knew his Manhattan’s.  “Rye,” she said softly.  He glanced at a waitress, who came right over to him.

“Two Manhattans please,” he said politely, “with rye, not bourbon.”

When the waitress had left, Shaina downed the last of her drink and set the glass on the napkin.  “Not many people know the difference,” she said as her fingers toyed with the wet napkin, “my daddy used to pitch a fit when somebody tried to pawn off a Manhattan that was made with bourbon.”  Shaina was horny, and something about this guy was really getting to her.  Her eyes shone brightly in the dim light of the candle.

The waitress brought their drinks back to the table and set them on fresh napkins, taking away Shaina’s empty glass and used napkin.  The man paid with a twenty and told the waitress to keep the change.

Shaina watched as he lifted the glass and swallowed half of it in a gulp, neatly and without spilling any.  She watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and she realized he reminded her of that movie actor, the one whose daughter was kidnapped in that movie…
Taken
, that was the name of it.  Quickly, she lifted her glass and swallowed deeply as well.  She was a little breathless when she set it down.

Almost as if she’d challenged him, he looked into her eyes, lifted his glass, and drained the rest of his drink.  Shaina did the same.

“Names Todd,” he said, his hand resting lightly atop her own.  “Wanna fuck?”

It should have shocked her, but it didn’t.  She couldn’t even say her own name, she simply nodded and picked up her purse. Instead of going to the front where all the shiny bikes were backed in together, he led her to the back parking lot.  His own motorcycle was parked at the end, beneath a bright street light.  It was a new bike, a big  Harley, but it was oddly painted a flat black, with almost no chrome on it. Shaina wondered what it would be like to roar off into the night on the monster bike, but Todd’s next move surprised, and then aroused her.

Todd reached down and picked up a piece of river gravel about three inches in diameter, and with a sidearm throw, he broke the streetlight above them.  They were in total darkness. They could see out into the lights, but the people who came into the parking lot would just see a black spot where they were standing.

Todd walked up behind her and Shaina had a moment’s hesitation before he simply unfastened her shorts and slid them and her panties to her ankles.  He bent her over the seat of the big bike, she heard the sound of his zipper, and then he was inside her…she was wet.

He was hot, he was hard, and he was huge.  She took him easily because she was so lubricated, but she couldn’t deny he was stretching her just a bit…and it drove her wild. She thrust her hips back at him.  “My tits,” she gasped, “squeeze my tits!”  His big hands pushed her tee shirt up, and when they encountered the set of hooks that held the damn thing together, he simply tore it from her and threw it on the ground.  Her blood raced at his desire to get his hands on her, and she placed her hands on the motorcycle seat so she had better control of her hips as she aggressively fucked him as hard as he was fucking her.  And it was
good
…

He pinched her nipple hard, stopping just short of actually causing her pain, and the middle finger of his right hand rubbed tiny circles on her swollen clit. It was as if he could read her mind.  “Oh fuck,” she whispered hoarsely, “
oh fuck…give it to me Todd!
”

She could hear him as his breath got wilder, and her own orgasm was approaching like a train out of control.  His cock was jumping inside her and she could tell he was about to pull out.  “No!” She hissed, “
Cum inside me!”

That was all it took to unleash his climax, and he erupted inside her, jet after jet that seemed to have no end while her pussy clamped down hard on him.  They stood together like that, his thick viscous cum dripping down the inside of her leg.

He straightened her up and held her for a few moments, her head reaching just under her chin, her bare breasts pressed against his tee shirt. And then he left her, standing in the parking lot with her panties around her ankles and her tee shirt raised above her boobs as he roared out of the parking lot.  She should have been angry…but she wasn’t.  Shaina was satisfied for the first time since she had gotten married.

She thought about Todd a lot over the next few days, while masturbating or riding her Sybian, which reminded her of the motorcycle. By Friday night, she knew she had to have more.  When Ed came home, she was waiting for him.  Their argument was quick and nasty…and she told him what she had done.

Shaina reached up and tore off her blouse.  “Look at me!” she yelled, “Another man wanted these, why don’t you?”  She grabbed his hands and pushed them to her nipples.  “Squeeze them, it makes me want to fuck and I
love
that!” The tears were falling fast now.  The stunned look on Ed’s face was just too much for her and she sat down at the table, crossed her arms, laid her face on them, and bawled.  “Why don’t you want me?”

When she was back to just sniffling again, she sensed Ed beside her.  Looking up, expecting to see the hurt look again, she found something else entirely.  There was a different look in his eye.  Her own eyes drifted involuntarily to the front of his pants and he was
hard…harder than she’d ever seen him.

Roughly, he pulled her to her feet, his rigid cock poking against her pelvis.  “You let him fuck you in the parking lot at Sam’s?”  She hadn’t even known Ed knew the place.  She nodded, a little fearful but thrilled at his…aggressiveness.  He tied her tee shirt like it was a halter top over her breasts, and guided her out to the car.

They sat in the car, not speaking, Shaina’s eyes drawn to his erection over and over.  Shortly after dark, Todd pulled into the parking lot and turned off the big b bike in the parking space right next to them.  He could see Shaina’s face, still wet from her tears by the light of the dome when Ed got out of the car.  Shaina stared in horror, uncertain of what might happen next…Ed was not a small man, but he would be no match at all for Todd in a fight.

Ed came around the car and opened her door, lifting her out of the seat.  He turned her towards Todd and reached up to take her tee shirt off.  “Fuck her,” he commanded.

Todd looked as if he might bow up for just a moment, but the sound of his zipper opening surprised Shaina.   Todd lifted her up on the seat of the bike and tugged her shorts down and entered her roughly…just the way she craved it.

“Is that what you want baby?” Ed asked her.   Suddenly, Shaina was mad again.

“Hell yes!” she said, pumping her hips madly. “Fuck me Todd!” she yelled.  Something thick and fleshy thumped against the side of her face…it was Ed’s swollen cock.

“Suck it baby,” Ed hissed, the excitement in his voice more intense than she had ever heard it.  “Does that big dick feel good?  Is it what you’ve always wanted?”  Ed was aroused by
her
excitement.  The more wantonly she flung her hips at Todd and the harder she sucked at Ed, the more excited he became.  At the end, she was begging him to cum in her mouth, and Ed was more than happy to do it.  She came loudly when Ed gushed into her welcoming throat, and then minutes later, her eyes rolled up in her head and she came again as Todd pumped her full of his seed.

Shaina grabbed at them both, holding tightly to both men.  “Oh god,” she breathed, tears forming again in her eyes.  “I needed that.  I’m so sorry Ed, but I’ve needed that for so long.”