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25 HOT Erotic Short Stories

By

Anita Rojan

Editor:

Maredel Prommersberger

Händelstr. 17

93128 Regenstauf

Germany

Dezember 2018

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Contents:

Airport

A story about love and lesbian sex.

Assignment

She picks Karen up in the corridor of the apartment building. She is crying. She is desperate. She is telling the other woman, that her friend has thrown her out and ordered her not to come back, before she could seduce another woman. The two girls feel, they need each other this night. But Karen has some dirty things in mind…..

Back

She´s having a love affair and he is finding out. He goes to her lover and then things are getting crazy.

Bi Sexual Wife

Two girls and one man…..

Cabin

Holiday sex with hypnotism….

Closet

I find my neighbor Sheila wrists tied, bound and completly nude in the bedroom´s closet. Her husband Randy is going to spank her. And he wants me to play a role in that punishment. Let´s the party begin.

Cozy

Leslie, a former classmate of mine, turns my love life completely up-side down. She forces me to fuck my future mother-in-law, while she makes love to my fiancé.

Daughter

Talking about dirty sex with the daughter is not the easiest thing for a mother. She has to learn it on her own, until she finds out, that the nasty things make the most fun.

Desire

Only by chance, she discovers, that her husband is a slave to Patricia and Jim. She wants to find out more, but soon she is walking through a minefield…

Girlfriend

A young girl discovers, that her Mom is playing dirty sexual games. When she wants to learn more, she is discovered and is drawn in a morass of sex and horniness

Home

He is in love to Marie. He does everything to keep her. He doesn´t know, that he has soon to proof this, because Harry is going after Marie. And Harry is a man, who is always getting what he wants. Even Marie…

Lake

I am shocked to hear, that the roommate of my daughter at college is lesbian. But I learn very quickly, how „nice“ a lesbian woman can be.

Model

Mary is a model…. A wannabe model. But she has connections. I have to promise her to do everything, when we meet Marena. She is one of the beautiful stars of the show, but she is also a very nasty woman. And she wants to play a lot of very awful sexgames with us….

Nurse

I have a new job in Dr. Kramers office. I soon learn, that something is very special here. Because Dr. Kramer is used to do some very horny and intimate treatments with his nurses

Practice

This is a story, where a man falls in the hands of several wild and horny women. A hard training is starting….

Romance

Sitter

I am the babysitter of the Jason´s. One night, I and my sister Rachel detect something strange and follow the car to find out. We find out a very strange sex session and our own mom is playing a role in it. But then the two amateur spies are discovered and things are getting very nasty for both of them….

Stars

A couple is watching another couple having sex in the moonshine. And this is just the beginning of a very interesting night.

Stormy Night

It´s a stormy night and Robyn and Valerie are alone. They are young and they are curious. So they tell each other about their recent love affairs. Finally Valerie admits, that she is in love with another woman. Instead of being shocked, Robyn wants Val to show her the pleasures of lesbian love….. And Valerie agrees…

Surprise

A wedding anniversary starts with a walk in the mountains, where the two have some nice outdoor sex. But for Diana, this is just a little warm-up. She has some more nasty things in mind to bring back some spicy flavor in their love life…

Teacher

Julie is feeling run down by her job. Her friend recommends her to go to Grace, who is famous for her massages. And Grace really does some wonderful things to Julie, because these massages are indeed very special….

Tutor

My love-life is not very satisfactory. My husband Jim is trying, but he simply does not know, what is good for a woman. I should not have told my best freind Charlene, because she has a solution for my problem. She offers herself to act as a tutor for him. A tutor for getting better in sex….

Waitress

My friend Rachel is terrible. A beautiful waitress has caught her attention. And she has the idea to spank this cute little woman. Bevor I can do anything, Rachel is on the way to make her plan become true….

Wife

Cathy and Jim are a nice couple. Both elder than me, but nice. Jim is quite an attractive man, but I do not go after married men. On one day, Cathy invite me to her house and then we are soon in a vicious sex play. She wants to observe me, while I fuck her husband. I agree, but I discover too late, that I am now on a river of no return….

Work

Marie promises her husband for his birthday to do everything, what he wants. She provokes me with explicit gestures and soon i know, that I am part of this game.

Airport

Several years ago, not long after I started working, I shared my apartment with Laura, another working woman. We got along reasonably well, but actually we both were out a lot and didn't really spend that much time together. Just about the only thing we did together was eat supper each night: we got up on different schedules, Laura often went out in the evenings and when she didn't she often stayed in her room--I think she would just lie down and read. She made me feel like a homebody--I went out sometimes too, but I often spent the evening watching television--something I never saw her do. Even when we were eating together, she seemed a little stand-offish and I always felt like we ought to be better friends. Well, one day when I was getting supper ready, Laura called and said she had to work late. I asked her if she managed to get some supper and she said no--she would make something when she got home and she was sorry to stand me up when I had taken the trouble to make supper. Well I went ahead and ate but I left Laura's place set at the table and I kept dinner warm for her. She finally arrived at 8:30PM and I was glad I went to the trouble: she was completely worn out, hungry, and looked eternally grateful when she realized I had things ready for her to eat. Well, she sat down to eat and I served her, then sat with her. She thanked me profusely and ate, but she still looked ready to drop. I asked if she was tense and offered to massage her shoulders. Once again she was grateful and told me how tense her job was making her as I worked the knots out of her shoulders. I was really feeling good about being able to do something for Laura and felt like we might become better friends. But I realized she wasn't eating while I massaged, so I stopped and told her to eat--that I would continue after supper. She said that would be heavenly, then asked if I could do her a favour just for this evening: that her shoulders and back were very tense and could I give her a real massage after supper instead of just doing her shoulders? I told her I would do my best, and after supper she said she would change and call me. When I got into her room, she was laying face- down on the bed with nothing on except a towel covering her rear. I sat down beside her and started working on her shoulders and back. I did my best for about 10 minutes after which she thanked me again. Then she offered to do my back in return and wouldn't take no for an answer. She sat up, wrapping the towel around her body and told me to take off my jeans and sweatshirt and lie down, face down, on the bed. When I was lying there, she sat down beside me, unhooked my bra, and started working on my back and shoulders. Soon after that, she told me she was used to giving massages sitting on the person's back and she got up on the bed and straddled me, continuing my massage. I felt funny to have her sitting on my rear end with just my panties between her and me, but since it was really just my own prudish mind, I did my best to not let on. Then she cursed the towel and said we shouldn't stand on ceremony and she took the towel off! Now I definitely felt funny. I couldn't see Laura, but to know she was sitting there naked... well, after she started massaging me again, I didn't dwell on it. After a heavenly massage, she got off, and when I looked up she had a robe on. She offered me the towel which I wrapped around myself, and carried my clothes back to my own room. Well, Laura and I didn't start an instant friendship--she still seldom spoke to me--but a couple of nights later she mentioned how pleasant it had been to get a massage in the evening and suggested that we do it again. I was all for it, and

that night I went to Laura's room again. She was in her robe whereas I was still dressed. She said I could go first this time and I stripped down to my panties again and she got on top of me again. Again the massage was lovely. When her turn came, she convinced me to straddle her to give her the massage and she had a towel over her rear. We were put in the position of seeing each other: me in panties and her nude

while we were switching positions--again I felt embarrassed, but I avoided staring and hid my self-consciousness. After that second night we traded massages almost every night. Within a couple of days, Laura convinced be to dispense with my panties and we just had our rears covered with a towel while laying there. We got comfortable around each other nude and my self-consciousness disappeared. It got so I really

looked forward to those evening massages and I remember dreaming about them once. Well, we went on like that for weeks, and though it seemed like Laura didn't go out as often, we still didn't talk any more--Laura was still very quiet around the apartment. But we did share those evenings, and I enjoyed her company. But after about a month, Laura found out she was transferred and would be moving to the west coast in a matter of days. She had been working late a lot of nights and apparently it was preparation for some kind of company expansion. I told her how much I would miss her and secretly dreaded giving up our nightly massage sessions. Well the day drew nearer and nearer until finally it was the Saturday when she would be flying west. That morning Laura suggested that we give each other a massage one last time. It

was actually a weird suggestion, but she was obviously feeling the same kind of friendly intimacy in those sessions that I was and it seemed natural. She lay on the bed with just the towel over her and I massaged her as usual, feeling her soft skin under my hands, thinking about how I would never feel it there again. When it was my turn, she surprised me and didn't get up and straddle me like usual--instead she sat next to me and took the towel and wrapped it around her body. I was laying there nude and though I had just been straddling her nude, I felt funny because this wasn't our routine. She massaged my shoulders and my back and as usual it felt heavenly. Then she brought one hand right to my rear, and before I knew what was happening, she was pushing a finger inside of me! I immediately started to get up, but she pushed me back down with her other hand! Her finger wriggled and I realized I was really wet! Then I felt a finger probing my rear hole! I immediately started breathing hard and before a minute was up, I was coming as hard as I ever recall! But she didn't stop using her fingers on me, and I came again and again, almost fainting! I had never come several times within

seconds, and I thought I'd go crazy. Finally she let up and when I had settled down, she pulled me up and pulled me to my room. She went digging in my closet and pulled out a little skirt and blouse and told me to get dressed! The skirt was shorter and sexier than I would have chosen to go to the airport, but I was walking on air and did whatever she asked. She didn't let me put on any underwear! It was time to go. I felt like I was in a dream--I drove to the airport, parked the car and we walked out to the gates. The part of the airport we walked to was obviously brand new and not all the gates were in use. Laura drew me behind a ticket counter at a gate that wasn't operating yet. She guided me to the window, right up to the glass so I put my hands against it to steady myself. Looking out, there were jets and airport personnel driving baggage trains and other trucks and things. Her hand was in my back. I felt her lift my skirt in back! I was afraid someone might come around the ticket counter and see us. She pushed a finger against my rear hole. I couldn't believe this was happening! Then she pushed it inside. Immediately I was breathing hard! Soon she was sliding two or three fingers in and out of my rear hole! I was afraid to turn my head and look around! I came, and I think if she hadn't been pressing me against the glass I would have collapsed. I couldn't believe I could come like that, in that place, in that position! When I had caught my breath she released me and I turned around. There was a woman standing by the ticket counter watching us! She didn't look shocked or anything, she was just standing there watching. She was dressed in a skirt and white blouse--I thought she might be a stewardess. Laura picked up her bags and walked over to the woman. She handed the bags to the woman, who then turned around and walked away together! While they were walking away, Laura patted the other woman's rear end a couple of times. Laura never looked back at me, but the other woman did, once. Those images of Laura have stayed with me ever since. Whenever I interview someone to be my apartment-mate, I always think of Laura and I can't help but look for someone who might start something with me like Laura did that last day. I've had several apartment-mates over the years, but none anything like Laura.

Assignment

She was sitting on a suitcase, crying. In the corridor of my apartment building, right down the hall from my apartment. I couldn't just enter my apartment and leave her there without finding out if she needed help. I knew who she was. I didn't know her, but I'd seen her--and her husband, or boyfriend or whatever, going in and out of the apartment across the hall. I'd said "hi" to them but that was about all. In actuality, they really didn't look like the kind of people I wanted to get to know--the guy looked kind of sleazy, and though the girl looked OK, she surely hung out with people I'd never want to meet. But I couldn't just leave her there, crying in the hallway. She didn't even look at me.

"Are you...; Do you need any help?"

I didn't really know how to do this. She just sat there and kept crying. I walked over and knelt on one knee in front of her. "Do you need any help?"

I repeated. She seemed to notice me.

"I'm sorry," she blubbered through her weeping and sniffling, "My boyfriend threw me out and I don't have anywhere to go!"

I could easily imagine that guy doing it. The prick! I couldn't let her sit there in the hallway.

"Here! Come here into my apartment and tell me about it."

I didn't know what I was going to do later, but what else could I do? She just sat there and I finally took her hand and drew her up. I grabbed her suitcase and led her into my apartment. Soon we were sitting at my kitchen table drinking scotch. She had gotten over her weeping and was talking. I found out her name was Karen. She was such a little thing, and nice looking. I wanted to kick someone in the balls.

"He..., he wanted me to do weird things. I couldn't!"

I could just hear him. I urged her to talk more.

"He told me we were going to get it on with another woman!"

I could just picture the creep.

"He told me to go out and find a woman and..., and *seduce* her, and then tie her down and then get him so he could do her..., do her *ass* while she licked me... It's *impossible*! I could *never* do that!"

I thought about telling her how lucky she was to get out of the life of such a pig, but I knew sometimes people react funny when you run down someone who just dumped them.

"He told me not to come back until..."

"Listen, everything'll be all right. You've got a place for the night and I'm sure you can find *someplace* to go tomorrow."

"You'll let me stay?"

"I can't very well throw you out into the corridor, can I? I'm not like that creep."

"Thank you, but... I don't know what I can do tomorrow..."

"You can worry about that tomorrow. Your mind works better when the sun's out again."

"I don't know how I can thank you."

I told her never mind. We talked some more and drank and she told me more about life with Don. I couldn't stand it. So I got her talking about other boyfriends and I talked about some of my dates and romances and I realized it was getting really late. I suggested we turn in and showed her the living room couch. Somehow we ended up sitting there, talking some more and it got even later. She was still weepy and I hated to leave her. Finally I told her to come with me and led her into the bedroom. I had a queen-size bed so there was plenty of room. She was still weepy and feeling blue when I turned the lights out.

"I can't please a guy," she was saying.

"That's nonsense! With *your looks*" I returned.

She really had nothing to worry about when it came to getting a guy's attention.

"I couldn't please *Don*! I don't know how I could *ever* do what he wants."

"Who cares about him?"

I was throwing caution to the wind, criticizing Don.

"Listen, Karen, you're absolutely beautiful. You're plenty sexy and guys will fall all over you to be your next boyfriend."

I wasn't kidding either. Seeing her change into her nightgown

certainly did nothing for *my* self-esteem. She really was gorgeous, her face and her body--much more than I had ever noticed.

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes!"

"And..., sexy?"

"Definitely."

"I'm *nothing* compared to you. You're great looking and you're also smart and have a great job. You're going to go live in a big house and go to cocktail parties...."

"You're dreaming," I said.

I felt a little guilty. I guess I did know that I was only in the apartment until I saved up some money, and I was sure I made twice as much as the two of them put together.

"No! I'd *love* to have your life! And I always thought you were so stylish and beautiful."

Actually it was kind of nice being worshipped. I had to watch that my ego didn't burst.

"But your body!" I blurted out.

Why did I say that? Too much scotch I suppose.

"You have a slender body, but it's absolutely stunning. And *perfect* for clothes! I'd do *anything* for a body like that. And you're so *nice*! Without you, I'd be..."

I was tongue tied for an answer. She was weepy again.

"I'd be lost!" she finally finished.

She reached over and hugged me. It was amazing that a woman like her would look at me as a goddess or something.

"Don't worry," I said.

We were sitting up and hugging, her face over my shoulder and mine over hers. I patted her back. I felt her body against mine. She wept some more. I felt her breast touching against mine. I felt guilty, thinking about something like that when she obviously was so vulnerable. What was I thinking? We hugged. She held me tighter and I felt her breasts pushed tightly up against mine.

"Thank you," she whispered.

My hands gently massaged her back. Her body felt so good. How could I...? She pulled back but still had her hands around my back.

"Your so sweet," she whispered, her head facing mine.

My body remembered the feel of hers against mine. I couldn't help myself. My hand was behind her head and soon my lips were on her face. Then we were kissing. I didn't do this. Not women. Maybe I'd had a stray thought, but I had no interest in it. It must have been the scotch. And Karen was so sweet and vulnerable. *Me* taking advantage of a vulnerable woman! There was guilt. But I didn't stop. She was kissing me back. Her hands caressed my back and soon my hands were all over her back and I had a hand on her breasts. Then we were lying down, locked in each others arms. I had her nightgown lifted high and was touching her breasts. She pulled us tighter and I couldn't do that. My thigh was between her legs and hers mine. I felt her back, my hands wondering down to her rear. Her hand went behind my head and she pushed it *down* and wriggled up. She wanted me to kiss her breasts. I kissed and sucked gently. They were so sexy. I felt her breathing harder and harder. Then she was coming. While she was still coming, I scooted up and started kissing her face, all over. Soon she was breathing normally again and I felt fingers on my cunt! In seconds I was out of control and writhing madly. I came in minutes. She hugged me tightly as I came back down to earth. We didn't talk anymore. We hugged and kissed a little more, lying down, and then she kind of got me facing away from her on my side and started spooning with me. I felt so comfortable lying there with her.

I must have drifted off to sleep. I didn't know *what* was happening. Then I realized who I was and that this wasn't right. I couldn't see. I was blindfolded, but the light was on--I could tell. I couldn't move my arms or legs--I was on my stomach, tied down, spread eagle. On my own bed, it seemed. Naked. There was a gag in my mouth. My rear end was being fingered. I felt fingers find there way in and out. I struggled and tried to yell. No use.

"Just relax."

It was *Karen's voice*! What had I *done*? It was her fingering my rear--I just *knew* it! She slipped a finger into my rear hole now and then. It went easily--had she put something on her fingers? She pushed a second finger in. There was nothing I could do! A third! I'd never had anything in my rear like that before. She was fingering my cunt, too. She knew what she was doing. I couldn't help my body! I was getting close. I felt movement. The fingers came out. I felt hands, then something pressing against my rear hole. A body on mine, heavy! Pushing harder at my rear hole. A cock! It was in! I was being fucked in the ass! I couldn't believe it. I felt something--someone at my face.

"Good girl!" came Karen's voice from above me.

My gag came off and I felt Karen's crotch against my face.

"Lick," she said.

"Come on, be a good little slut."

I don't know why. There was nothing else to do. The cock was pushing and pulling--fucking my ass for real. This couldn't be happening.

"The little slut *likes* it back there," said Karen,

"Show us what a slut you are," she added. "Finger her a little, and she'll come," she said.

I felt fingers on my cunt. It was too much. I hate to say it but I went crazy. I felt the two bodies against mine and I was writhing like a crazy woman. The guy fucked my ass harder and Karen pressed my face harder into her cunt. I could tell they were coming too. I lay there, spent. The gag was put back in my mouth. No more chance to yell. Then the lights went out and nothing. I was still bound and gagged.

I woke up. I wasn't tied or gagged. Karen wasn' t there and neither was any sign of the previous evening--except for a note on the kitchen table:

"Thanks for helping me get my Don back." I think about them. They won't talk to me when I see them, but I think about them at night when I finger myself.

Back

I know what started it all. We'd been talking about Jeff Peters who had just discovered his wife was cheating on him.

"Well, that's one thing *I'll* never have to worry about," I commented.

I *didn't* worry: Judy just isn't like that. But I don't think I saw her face when I made that comment because I know the image would have come back to me if I had. You see, two days later, Judy and I were lying in bed, and she said my name:

"Greg?"

"Yes?"

No she didn't usually start conversations while we were trying to sleep, and when she did, she didn't usually start by saying my name.

"I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

I still didn't see it coming.

"I wasn't going to tell you this because it... it isn't your fault that I'm feeling so guilty. But I can't help it--I'm sorry but I can't keep it in any longer."

Yes, she sounded disturbed.

"What do you want to tell me?"

I *really was* wondering.

"I... I did it with someone else," she said, and sniffled.

I turned on the light by the bed and sat up. I looked down at her. I think it was more shock than anger...I wouldn't have thought it was possible. Judy! The last person in the world I would have guessed!

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's not your fault," she went on, crying for real now.

I couldn't speak yet. My heart was in my throat and I was just

sitting there, kind of numb.

"It was about a year ago," she went on, her voice trembling. "Only once, it was a mistake, oh, I'm so sorry."

I didn't know what to do.

"What happened?"

I heard come out of my mouth. I just sat there. My voice had sounded, well, lifeless.

"It was only once, I swear! It was at the spa."

She paused, but I didn't respond.

"In aerobics class I guess I was eyeing one of the instructors—not really much, but afterwards he sought me out and told me he'd noticed! I tried to be casual about it and let him know it hadn't meant anything, but he seemed upset by it all and took me to an office. I felt guilty and told him I was sorry,

but he just stood there, looking at me. I... I felt like a child, feeling so guilty, standing in front of him like that. Then... he said

'You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to fuck you in the ass!'"

She stopped. I sat there, aghast: I couldn't think of what to say. Finally she went on.

"He grabbed me and pulled off my shorts and pushed me over the edge of the desk... And did it."

Her voice had faded out to a whisper.

"He raped you."

She didn't say anything for a while. Then she said, weakly:

"No."

"What do you mean?"

"He... he started out by touching me for a while but then he stopped. He backed away from me and just stood there. Looking at me. He told me to get dressed and go."

"And?"

"I didn't. I just waited. He told me again, and I still didn't go. I... just stayed there like that. Then he... he laughed and he... did it."

She stopped again and after a little while, I spoke:

"You just waited for him to do it?"

After a little while, she answered softly:

"Yes."

"Why?"

Once again, she didn't answer right away.

"I must have wanted it. I think."

The her voice got stronger again:

"I was *crazy*. It was the *only* time, I swear... I'm so sorry!"

She was crying again.

"What was his name?"

I'm not sure why I asked this. She didn't answer right away, though she had stopped crying. Finally, she spoke:

"It doesn't matter. I don't go there any more."

When I didn't respond, she finally said:

"His name was Todd."

The next day I was at the spa:

"Is there a 'Todd' here?" I asked the girl at the desk:

"I need to see him."

She went off and came back with a guy. I looked at him: he was tall and definitely muscular.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Just for a minute," I answered, looking at the girl and around the area.

He must have gathered that I didn't want to talk in front of everyone and told me to follow him. We ended up in an empty office. I wondered if this was the office. I looked at him. Todd. He had dark eyes and dark hair. My wife had succumbed to him. I still couldn't believe this. *I'd* never had anal sex with Judy.

"Well?" he said, a little impatiently.

I took a deep breath.

"My wife says you had sex with her."

I didn't really know why I was doing this. I *had* to. He gave a short involuntary laugh, then looked away from me, though I could see he was smiling. Then he looked back at me, with only a hint of the smile left.

"I suppose it's possible," he said. "She said you took her in here," I went on, glancing around the room, "and..."

"You know what?" he interrupted me.

I stared at him and he finally went on:

"I'm going to fuck your ass." Suddenly he had me by the arm and I was immediately leaning over the side of the desk. My pants were down! He held me down with one hand and his other hand reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. He laughed a little while he stroked it. He just kept squeezing and stroking it. I should have called out. How could I call people in to see this? His fingers held my balls for a second and then a finger pressed against my rear hole. Then he was stroking my cock again. And he went back and forth between my cock and my rear. And then he wasn't touching me. I didn't move, but finally looked back. He was leaning against another desk, his arms folded across his chest, looking at me.

"Get dressed and get out of here," he said.

He still had that little smile on his face. I didn't move. I don't know why I froze but I did. I didn't move a muscle.

"Go on!" he said, and after a little more, he snickered.

Then he picked up a tube of something, and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I watched. But didn't move.

That night, at home again, I found myself staring at Judy. We hadn't said any more about it and I hadn't tried to be angry with her or anything, but I just kept staring at her while she wasn't looking. The following night, Judy was out, and something made me look through her things. That wasn't something I do, so it was clear that I was still reacting to events. And I found something. A small dildo. When she got home, I had the dildo in my pocket. I meant to ask her about it. I went to kiss her. But something was strange: she looked like she was practically in a trance, sleepwalking or something.