Erotica Compliation E-Book

M.S. Smith

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Enjoy this sizzling hot collection of 23 short stories of XXX erotica! 57,394 words or approximately 265 paperback-sized pages of the hottest and kinkiest erotica. These stores have everything for every taste, enjoy an Adult Movie Theater sex scene in The Theater, kinky bi sex in Harry & Marie, or domination and spanking in Nikki & jim. Stories way too hot for normal bookstores, this collection will get you off time and time again! Hot steamy erotica as only M.S. Smith can write! Enjoy this all new collection of HOT stories!

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M.S. Smith

Erotica Compliation

23 Short Stories Too Hot for Normal Bookstores!

XXX Rated Short Stories with MFM, FF, MM, Orgy and many others! Story 1: The Roommate Story 2: Neighborly Love Story 3: Working Out Story 5: The Cabin Story 6: Girls Night Out Story 7: Old Flames Story 8: The Sister Story 9: Nikki and Jim Story 10: Caught by Surprise Story 11: Harry & Marie Story 12: The College Roommate Story 13: The Models Story 14: The Theater Story 15: The Nurse Story 16: Performance Issues Story 17: Stormy Night Story 18: The Anniversary Story 20: The Tutor Story 21: The Waitress Story 22: Work Friends Story 23: Birthday SlaveBookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Erotica Compliation

23 Short Erotic Stories

By M.S. Smith

Stories in this Collection:

Story 1: The Roommate

Story 2: Neighborly Love

Story 3: Working Out

Story 5: The Cabin

Story 6: Girls Night Out

Story 7: Old Flames

Story 8: The Sister

Story 9: Nikki and Jim

Story 10: Caught by Surprise

Story 11: Harry & Marie

Story 12: The College Roommate

Story 13: The Models

Story 14: The Theater

Story 15: The Nurse

Story 16: Performance Issues 

Story 17: Stormy Night

Story 18: The Anniversary

Story 20: The Tutor

Story 21: The Waitress

Story 22: Work Friends

Story 23: Birthday Slave

Author’s Note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 21 years of age or older. Thank you for reading but warning, all these stories contain explicit XXX-Rated stories.

© 2015 M.S. Smith, Dallas, Texas

We hope you enjoy our sexy stories. Some of these are based on experiences, others pure fantasies. The stories are written with couples in mind and we hope you will read them aloud to your lover!

M.S. Smith :)

Story 1: The Roommate

Several years ago, not long after I started working, I shared my apartment with another working woman like me, Laura. 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 dinner each night: although we both had different schedules, Laura often went out in the evenings and when she didn't she often stayed in her room, doing what I had no idea.

She made me feel like a homebody, I went out sometimes too, but I often spent the evenings watching television, something I never saw her do. Even when we were eating together, she seemed a little standoffish and I always felt like we ought to be better friends.

One day we decided to have dinner together, so we made plans for that night. I was busy making preparations when, Laura called and said she had to work late. I asked her if I should save her some dinner, to which she responded yes and thanks. 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 much later, and I was glad I went to the trouble. She was completely worn out, hungry, and looked eternally grateful when she realized I had a nice meal ready. After having a bottle of wine myself, I was feeling happy and glad I had finally made Laura smile, and sat to watch her eat and hear about her day.

I served her and watched her enjoy the meal. 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, and that I would continue after she finished. She said that would be heavenly, then asked if I could do her a favor just for this evening, that her shoulders and back were very tense and could I give her a real massage after dinner instead of just doing her shoulders?

I said yes of course, but she said she would call me to her room when she was ready. Laura finished, kissed me on the cheek, something she had never done, and went to shower. Feeling blushed, I cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen, wondering about her massage request but happy she was finally acknowledging me and seemed happy to interact over dinner.

In spite of considering myself a normal young woman that likes men, the allure of Laura was something new as she had some sort of sexual energy that was hard to place. I felt my cheeks flush when Laura called out for me to come to her room.

When I got into her room she was laying facedown on the bed with nothing on except a towel covering her ass. She had turned down the lights, lit a few candles, and placed some oil on the counter by the bed.

Her skin was reflecting the soft candlelight with her hair still wet from her shower. Laura had placed the towel on her ass, just low enough to show the crack at the top and folded short enough to show her cute perky cheeks. I have to admit, I was taken back at the sight of her body, and felt something inside titillate at the prospect of touching her bare skin.

I sat down carefully beside her and using the oil on the nightstand, rubbed the sweet smelling oil into her shoulders and back. Slowly I moved by hands lower, to no response from Laura, and worked in the oil on her lower back, rubbing my hands across the crack of her lovely ass. I felt her move when my fingers rubbed her crack, and thought I saw her hips move slightly. I had to admit I was wet for some reason and felt this massage to be very sensual, but slightly confusing as I had never touched a woman sexually before and not sure where this would lead.

Laura asked me to work her lower back more and using my hands carefully, I worked the oil into her upper cheeks, skipping her crack, but starting again on her upper thighs.

I did my best for about 30 minutes, working the oil into her shoulders, back, upper legs and feet. When I finished her feet, to my surprise, she thanked me again, then she offered to do my back in return and wouldn't take no for an answer.

She sat up, dropping the towel from her mid-section and asked me to take off my jeans and sweatshirt and lay facedown, on the bed. Complying, and still feeling flushed, I laid down, while Laura sat down beside me, unhooked my bra, and started working on my back and shoulders.

I felt odd with just my lacy G-string panties on without any towel, but soon forgot about my exposed ass as her hands were soft, smooth, and very sensual. Laura then said the best position to massage a back was sitting on the person's back. Without really asking, she got up on the bed and straddled me, continuing my massage. I felt funny with her sitting on my ass cheeks with just my thin lace panties between her and me, but figured it was really just my own prudish mind, I did my best to not let on.

Then she cursed my panties, saying “this is not the same, I removing your panties so I can give your ass a proper massage!” And with that she stripped the thin panties off me, leaving me totally naked on the bed. I couldn't see Laura, but knowing she was sitting there naked as well made me wet for some strange reason. After drizzling the massage oil on my lower back, she let it drip onto my ass cheeks and then crack. The warm oil felt like instant eroticism in my lower parts. I was not sure, but think I bucked my hips a little when the oil landed on my moist lips between my legs.

She started massaging me again; I didn't dwell on it as this was still therapeutic in my mind. Then she slowly and carefully rubbed the oil into my lower back, upper thighs, and each ass cheek, paying special attention to avoid my private parts, that I was sure were glistening with wetness, if not visually pulsing with excitement. However, after a heavenly yet therapeutic 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.

Lying on my bed, I felt my heartbeat in my pussy and clit. I knew I was so aroused by the erotic, yet harmless massage, I would explode with a simple touch of my fingers. Laying there, panting, I rubbed one finger on my pussy, feeling a massive wet streak. I knew if I touched my clit I would reach orgasm instantly, but oddly, I wanted Laura to help. With that thought I fell asleep after the erotic, but relaxing massage.

Well, that was a start of a small friendship with Laura, yet we still seldom spoke. Then 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 said I was all for it and after dinner that night; Laura again called me to her room. She was in her robe whereas I was still dressed.

She said this time I could go first and she asked me to strip down to my panties again. I did and lay on the bed while she worked her hands all over my body. Again, when she reached my ass, she asked to remove my panties. Gladly, I said “please do,” and Laura pulled them off. I was sure she had to notice they were soaked wet with my cum, but she never said a word if she did. Laura worked her hands on my ass, again, massaging my cheeks, crack and legs, but not touching my clit or pussy, but oddly her fingernails rubbed twice across my asshole, making me contract. She pretended it never happened, and maybe it was an accident, I did not know. She straddled me again as I felt her pussy grind into my ass cheeks as she moved up and down on my back. Although Laura stayed very non-sexual, her positions on my ass cheeks and the occasional slipping fingers touching my asshole.

Again the massage was lovely and highly erotic, but I thought that was just my reaction. When her turn came, she asked me to straddle her to give her the massage as she had a towel over her ass. After a few minutes she asked me to remove the towel, and I was found myself straddling her naked ass with my pussy. Every stoke of my hands made me move a little and as wet as I was, I was getting turned-on more by me rubbing my pussy and clit on her bare ass cheeks.

Again, the massage progressed and I tried to be very careful not to touch her private parts, but I did enjoy rubbing the sides of her breasts when I worked her upper shoulders. Laura responded by repositioning her ample breasts so even more was hanging out on each side. I massaged the exposed breasts carefully, trying to stay as plutonic as possible. I was afraid I was the only one getting turned on by these erotic sessions, as I had no idea how Laura felt.

After that second night we traded massages almost every night. Within a couple of days, Laura convinced me to dispense with my panties and we just massaged each other naked each night. We got more 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 in a wet dream. Although I always left to go to my room wet and horny, I never saw anything in Laura to lead me to believe it was mutual. More than one night I had to play with myself at the thought of our erotic nighttime massages.

Well, we went on like that for weeks, and I noticed Laura didn't go out in the evenings as often, yet we still didn't talk much. Laura was still very quiet around the apartment. But we did share those massage evenings and I enjoyed her company.

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 weekend she would be flying west.

The night before, Laura said this would be our last massage, and we both drank several glasses of red wine. We laughed about her new life in the West and talked about how much we would miss our evenings together. This time, she asked we go to my room for the massages. I was hoping she was feeling the same kind of friendly intimacy in those sessions that I was as it all seemed so 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 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. I was lying 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 ass and before I knew what was happening, she was pushing a finger inside of my very wet pussy. Using her fingers, she expertly massaged my pussy and clit working her fingers in and out to my moans. I had dreamed about this since we started, and with slow motions, she rubbed my clit hard yet and slow and I knew I was close to an orgasm. Just as suddenly as she started, Laura stopped, moved her fingers to my wet asshole, and penetrated it with a finger while still massaging my clit. 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.

She stopped suddenly, and reached down and kissed my ass cheek and left for her room. Leaving me heaving and panting on the bed, dripping wet onto the sheets.

Early the next morning, Laura woke me up and 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 take her 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, our driver arrived and drove to the airport, while Laura held my hand in the cab.

Laura insisted I walk her to the counter, but as we approached this section of the airport the counters were deserted. To my shock, Laura drew me behind an empty ticket counter and pulled me around the corner from passing people. I was shocked at her forwardness especially in such a public place.

She guided me to a 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 on my lower back. I felt her lift my skirt in and was afraid someone might come around the ticket counter and see us. I just stood there, leaned against the glass, while she stuck her fingers in my already wet pussy then to my surprise, pulled them our and began massaging my asshole. With a small push, she shoved a finger inside, just like the night before. I couldn't believe this was happening in public and immediately I was breathing hard! Soon she was sliding two or three fingers in and out of my asshole! I was afraid to turn my head and look around, then I came very hard, but stifled a scream. I was pretty sure that if she hadn't been pressing me against the glass, I would have collapsed. I couldn't believe I could come like that, so fast and in such a public place, in that position without any clit stimulation.

When I had caught my breath she released me and I turned around. Laura planted a huge kiss on my lips, the first time we have ever kissed and smiled at me, the looked away. 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 cute flight attendant outfit with a smile on her face, as if she had watched us the entire time.

Laura picked up her bags and walked over to the woman. She handed the bags to the woman, who then turned around and they walked away together. While they were walking away, Laura patted the other woman's ass a couple of times. Laura never looked back at me but the other woman did, once.

Whenever I interview someone to be my apartment roommate, I always think of Laura and I can't help but look for someone who might start something with me like Laura. I've had several roommates over the years, but none anything like Laura.

The End.

Story 2: Neighborly Love

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.

I was a single girl living by myself, so I felt pity on her and wanted to help. 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. I couldn't let her sit there in the hallway. "Here! Come 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 helped her up.

I grabbed her suitcase and led her into my apartment. Soon we were sitting at my kitchen table and within a few minutes, both of us women on our second glass of wine. She had gotten over her weeping and was talking. I found out her name was Karen. She was really very beautiful, good looking, and had not noticed, but had a very hot body as well. Karen continued "He… he wanted me to do some kinky things… " I asked her to kepe talking, while I poured our third glass. "He told me we were going to get it on with another woman…" I thought that was not that crazy, but wanted to console her. "He told me to go out and find a woman and… and seduce her, then tie her down and then get him so he could fuck her in the ass while she licked me...” She sobbed a little, as if scared. I thought about telling her that was not a terrible fantasy, but this was not the time or place. She needed a shoulder to cry on and I was more than willing to oblige. I also knew sometimes people react funny when you run down someone who just dumped them. "He told me not to come back until I found a women for us…" She sobbed a bit more, and reached for the bottle again.

I told her “listen, everything will 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?" Karen asked. I said "I can't very well throw you out into the corridor, can I? “Us Women need a friend’s shoulder to cry on and I am here for your Karen.” She responded, "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 a lot more wine, and even laughed a bit about her life, mine and her boyfriend, Don and his sexual appetite, which I found somewhat titillating. We also talked about some of my dates and romances then I realized it was getting really late. I suggested we turn in and showed her the living room couch, bathroom and shower if she wanted.

Somehow we ended up sitting on the couch, talking some more and it got even later. She was still a little weepy and I hated to leave her. Finally I told her to come with me and led her into my bedroom. I had a king-size bed so there was plenty of room. She took a shower, then I did separately. I offered her a nightie, and she said she slept nude, which made me giggle as I always did as well. We turned out the lights laughing and giggling which was a nice turn from where the evening started. Once it was dark, she said "Do you think his request is all that weird? I saw your reaction.” I responded, “each to his own, and it’s late, but I am sure you get lots of men with your looks.”

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 very sexy and guys will fall all over you to be your next boyfriend." I wasn't kidding either. Seeing her naked 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 wine 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 wine. 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 other’s arms, touching naked body-to-body. I touched her huge breasts again. 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 ass. 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 in my pussy! 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 was confused - 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. My ass end was being fingered. I felt fingers find their way in and out. I struggled and started to yell, then heard a familiar voice, "just relax." It was Karen's voice! What was happening?

The sensations were amazing, as it must be her idea of a kinky repeat. I tried to relax as she was fingering my ass again and if felt even better than before. I knew I would be close to another orgasm, when she slipped a finger into my asshole.

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 ass like that before. She was fingering my quivering wet pussy also. She knew what she was doing. I couldn't help my body! I was getting close to cumming again. I felt movement on the bed. The fingers came out. I felt hands, then something pressing against my asshole. A body on mine, heavy! Pushing harder at my asshole. 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. I then felt Karen's wet pussy against my face. "Lick," she said. "Come on, enjoy your fantasy." 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 pussy. 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.

As the guy fucked my ass harder, Karen pressed my face harder into her pussy while I licked, sucked then bit her clit lightly. I could tell they were both coming at the same time as I… We all three lay there, spent, breathing, and I must of fell back to sleep.

I awoke when it was light, no sign of them, I was under the covers and if not for massive amounts of dried cum on my sheets, I would of thought I had a wet dream. The only sign of Karen or Don was a note on my nightstand: "Thanks for helping me get my Don back. Kisses, Karen."

I spread my legs and fingered myself at the thought of the threesome and another wild night in the future.