Pauline Orr: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18

'On the floor, you fucking whore.'

The demand wasn't offensive to her ears. She got on the floor, laying on her back. Her breasts rolled either side of her chest, as she hoisted up her own skirt.

'Spread your legs.'

Unquestionable obedience.

'Finger yourself.'

Wet, wanton and waiting Lauren used one hand to pull her pussy lips apart and the other to dig in two fingers. Blasting them in and out, she graduated to a third and fourth as her vaginal muscles relaxed.

Ben climbed between her legs, and replaced her hand by putting five fingers in her slack pussy. He rammed but knew her pubic bone would prevent them going any further. He shoved all five fingers in unapologetically. As she wriggled, squirmed and pleaded for a break he ignored her. Testing her for another two minutes, Ben's wrist eventually reappeared in Lauren's line of vision.

He knelt to rub the head of his dick over her clit; letting her buck and squeal as she came from the touch of his helmet on her most sensitive area. Ben contemplated on what should come next. Slithering up her his prick coasted in.

He'd stretched her good and proper which was mentally satisfying but for a physical reprieve he needed to orgasm. He jerked his hips but she wasn't tight enough to pleasure his shaft.

'Stay down,' he ordered Lauren, as he moved from between her legs to stand above her head.

'Open your mouth wide and suck me dry. Suck like a hoover because I need to cum and I want to fuck your throat.'

He left her no time for protestations. Mouth open, Ben's fat hard cock dove in. She wasn't used to giving head. Her mouth delicately clinched on his shaft, as he fucked till she gagged, covering his cock with a warm fluid. Lauren's breathing was heavy as she was forced to breathe through her nose as Ben pounded harder.

Her inability to relax didn't bother him; each gag and each reflux was a muscle massaging his boner. On the brink, Ben ground his cock so deeply down her throat, his balls were on her face. Ben put two fingers of both hands in her slit to spread her pussy harshly. Lauren's squealing round his shaft had him ejaculating and her swallowing.

He dressed hurriedly, leaving the disabled toilet without a word. Laying on the floor, ironically all Lauren caught a glimpse of from Ben's rushed departure was the glint of his gold wedding ring.

She got up, locking the door to readjust herself and privately call her best friend without disturbance or interruption.

'So?' asked Tory.

'Done,' confirmed Lauren.

'Proof.'

Tory received a photo of the library at 9.53am. The 10.34am photo showed Lauren in a mirror being taken from behind.' The final picture was of her daughter, Lucy, sitting happily in the library, recorded timed at 11.11am'

'Feeling good or used and abused?'

'Feeling great for having been used and abused,' confessed Lauren.

'Too soon to sought out Autumn sex?' asked Tory.

by Sue Harrington

The moment he came to her bedroom, he set her senses afire.

His tall muscled form served to dwarf his soft, feminine surroundings; although she had to admit that the outstanding beauty of his silky dark hair and the chiseled planes of his flawless face actually enhanced the room’s design.

For just a moment he stopped to stare at her; his ebony gaze ensnaring hers as he graced her with a dazzling white toothed smile.

His moist, full lips parted to tender effect, and he said, “I was just about to head down to the laundry room. Anything you want me to throw in the washer for you?”

Jasmin Taylor blinked hard, the everyday words uttered by Joel Jenkins-her roommate of two years-bursting the erotic trance that had held her captive just seconds before.

“Oh, um, nah.” She cringed at the lack of articulation that tinged her hurried reply. “I’m good.”

“OK!” Joel shrugged, adding with a probing stare, “You OK there, Pal?”

“Never better.” Jasmin answered with a sharp nod. “All is good here, I assure you.”

Again Joel shrugged, shooting her a quick wink as he turned for the door.

“That’s good,” he told her over his shoulder, “because I think your boyfriend’s car just pulled in the driveway.”

Jasmin was trying to concentrate on Joel’s words, really she did; but instead she could only focus on the fall of his ebony hair as it coursed the length of his planed back — a back clearly visible through a black net shirt that similarly revealed his bulging chest and firm muscled shoulders. And while she was at it she managed to check out his sculpted derriere and his long, sturdy legs.

Her gaze finally rested on the floor, where she shut her eyes tight and fought to halt her stream of unbidden emotions.

Why is it, she wondered, that the man she’d been dating for more than a year never excited her like this-never made her heart pound and her pussy gush?

“Well, maybe because my roommate is unfortunately hotter?” said that part of her subconscious she usually tried to ignore-the part that sounded a lot like Joan Rivers and got her into a lot of trouble.

Oh, not that her longtime boyfriend Peter was ugly by any means; and not that she, with her frizzy brown hair, bespectacled eyes and rubenesque figure, was anything close to conventionally beautiful. Still she couldn’t hope but to admire the incredible masculine beauty that Joel personified.

“Admire,” she sniffed, “that’s a nice word. Does it mean the same as lust, desire, outright idolize?”

“Are you OK?”

That was the second time today she’d been asked that question. Not good.

“I’m kosher, no worries.” Smiling with more confidence than she felt, Jasmin raised her head to greet Peter Moore; the short, balding accountant she’d met at her college graduation. “How are you darling?”

Her grin broadened and grew more sincere as she basked in the warmth of his tender smile; also in the gaze of those piercing blue eyes that had drawn her to him in the first place.

Peter may not be the man of her dreams, she mused, but he was the man of her heart. And while her randy playboy roommate seemed to find a different girlfriend every other month, she and Peter found each other again and again, every day.

The image of the gorgeous Joel faded from her mind as she considered the simpler beauty of good, loyal Peter; finally she returned his boyish grin as she held her hands out to him.

Both grins dissolved seconds later, as her boyfriend took a seat next to her on her basic camp bed.

“Hon, there’s something we have to talk about,” he released on a labored breath. “I’ve met someone.”

His mouth fell agape as she met his words with a brash, casual shrug; leaning forward to rest her chin on her fist and regard him with disinterested eyes.

“Well we both meet people every day, seeing as how we both work in public service professions,” she reasoned. “And the big deal about this person is?”

“I’m passionately, unforgivably in love with her.”

The words fell from his mouth in another long rush; this one striking her with full force as she clasped her hands before her.

“Where did you meet her?” Jasmin asked, not precisely sure what else she could say.

Peter sighed, burying his head in his hands.

“We met at the accounting convention I attended last month in Miami,” his voice low and repentant. “Jasmin I’m so sorry.”

His girlfriend regarded him a moment, meeting his regret with a cool expression as she shook her head slowly from side to side.

“So you’re leaving me for another number cruncher,” she said finally, adding with a wry smile, “Well at least she won’t be bored silly by the story of how your crafty calculations kept three of your clients from imminent prosecution under the law.”