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  FLESH

  Erotic Short Stories

  By Ava Jean Hall

  Copyright 2015

  All Rights Reserved

  Distributed by Smashwords

  Dania has been having some strange dreams lately. They have centered around what appears to be a number of past lives spent on the Nile River Valley and Ancient Rome, and points in between. While certainly she knows that such things are impossible in real life, she finally breaks free of her inhibitions, only to have to content herself with her most recent passion on Valentine’s Day. Adult content.

  Disclaimer

  What follows is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Places mentioned by name are entirely fictitious and purely products of the author’s imagination, and are not meant to bear resemblance to actual places or locations.

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  Erotic Short Stories

  Contents

  Body Language

  Dania’s new job goes from part-time to full-time as she impresses her new boss with her abilities in the board room. Following an exhausting week at the office, she can’t wait for the weekend off to settle down, sleep, and dream the night away.

  Flesh and Blood

  Neferet the beautiful and her long and precarious path to fame and fortune in ancient Egypt stalled out until she was finally recommended by a willing and eager sponsor. Upon finding herself in the shadow of the great pyramid, her career bloomed and blossomed as she continued to practice her profession until a common servant became cognizant of her abilities.

  Flesh and Bone

  Dania ministers to her workmates in the stable where she is keen to allow a man with an erection to need many cures. When her new overseer begins spying on her, she forgoes all attempts at satisfying her coworkers in an attempt to ensure that she does the best job possible - until one night when she is overheard pleasuring herself.

  In the Flesh

  Dania finally meets the man of her dreams in a chance encounter. Much satisfaction ensues.

  Be Mine, Valentine

  Valentine’s Day almost turns into a bust for Dania when her partner calls to tell her he will be unable to get home in time to celebrate the day with her. Her frown turns upside-down when she answerers a knock on her door and is confronted with a stranger bearing flowers.

  Come To Me

  Dania has many sleepless nights tossing and turning in her bed while her partner is sound asleep next to her. She can’t get the vivid memory of her two-day sex fest out of her mind, no matter how she tries. Too intent on savoring the memory for fear she will forget the experience, she begins to refuse sex in any form.

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  Body Language

  Dania’s new job goes from part-time to full-time as she impresses her new boss with her abilities in the board room. Following an exhausting week at the office, she can’t wait for the weekend off to settle down, sleep, and dream the night away.

  DANIA WAS IN TROUBLE. It was the first day of her new job. She’d barely made it through to lunch. It wasn’t that she wasn’t qualified. She was more than capable of performing. That wasn’t the problem.

  Her boss had asked her to come in to take some memos to be typed up. The man was definitely a looker. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Piercing green eyes. The usual descriptors just about covered it all.

  She had her own long, dark hair tied back in tight bun. Dark-rimmed glasses framed her electric blue eyes. Perhaps she was a little up tight. Her hair didn’t need to be in the bun. She thought she should have worn it long and down.

  Her boss left her feeling underdressed in her short skirt and tight white blouse. Her skirt was so short it couldn't be convinced to cover the top hem of the dark stay ups she’d put on first thing in the morning.

  She should have known better.

  She tugged at the skirt’s hem and soldiered on. She nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs. She knew the man could hear the nylon whispering. She’d be taking these damned stockings off at the first opportunity.

  The first time, he’d looked up from his papers. She knew his eyes had jumped to her legs. She saw him do it out of the corner of her eye.

  She uncrossed again, making sure that she kept her thighs tighter together to make as much noise as she could. It worked. He kept staring.

  She pretended not to notice him watching her, and crossed her legs again, right away. The silky sound of warm thigh and scratchy nylon drew his eyes. He looked away, and back, quick, as though he couldn’t possibly get caught out.

  He stood up from behind the desk, walked around to the front, and leaned back against it. He was right in front of her. She thought he wanted to get a better look.

  Damned if she wasn’t giving him one.

  Her nipples tightened and stood out, effectively giving him just as good a look as though she were naked. Her thin bra certainly didn’t cover anything. Neither did her almost sheer blouse.

  She dropped her arms, arched her back in the chair, and swung her legs and her breasts straight at the man. This time, when she crossed her legs, she swung her foot up and down in a quick rhythm.

  What surprised her most was that she was starting to get moist. Very moist, in fact.

  She tugged demurely at the hem of her skirt again and swung back in the chair. He pushed off of the desk. He was right in front of her.

  —Are you all right?

  Dania blushed beet red.

  —I should have put on a longer skirt this morning. My stockings are showing.

  She uncrossed her legs and parted them just a bit.

  —See what I mean?

  She permitted him a single look and then closed herself off.

  —I don’t mind how you dress. I have no control over that.

  She allowed her skirt to ride up just a bit. This time, she made sure to let him have a good look if he wanted it.

  —Is it too cold in here for you?

  She blushed again. She was definitely aroused. Her nipples stood up, straight out and long.

  —Not at all. It’s quite warm, in fact.

  —Good. Now, about those memos-

  Her boss sat back on the desk. She could definitely see the beginning of an erection in his pants. It was her turn to put him on the spot.

  She pushed forward in the chair. Her skirt slipped even higher, allowing both hems of her stockings to display. Her white thighs peeked out above the dark hem of stocking.

  —How soon-

  —As soon as you can.

  She stood up. She had nothing to cover her pointy nipples. The blouse and the bra did no good. They stuck out at him, on full display. Had she been naked, it couldn’t be more obvious.

  —Are you sure it isn’t too cold in here for you?

  —Not at all. In fact, it’s just right.

  She smiled and arched her back.

  —I’ll have these ready for you in just a bit.

  She turned and walked out of his office. She found herself in a complete sweat. She couldn’t believe the effect the man had on her - and this was only her first morning. She rushed into the washroom and closed the door on a stall.

  Her nipples stayed erect. The warmth between her legs had turned into a bit of a flow.

  She dried herself and went back to work.

  Dania found herself back in her boss’ office in twenty minutes. She’d finished with the memos. All he had to do was look them over and sign.

  Again he sat on the edge of the desk in front of her. Again, nervous, she began to cross and uncross her legs. The faint sound of rustling nylon and the view of white thigh caught the man’s attention yet again.

  She began to do it on purpose. Each
time, she hesitated, but only to keep him on guard and on edge. There was definitely the beginnings of a noticeable erection. He tried to cover it, but it didn’t do any good.

  Her nipples tightened in an instant. This time, knowing the effect she was having on him, she sat back and pointed them once again. Unconsciously, she sighed at her imagination of the hardening cock beneath his pants.

  She was no expert, but it looked like it might be substantial.

  —Are you all right?

  This time, she asked him.

  —Yes. Why?

  —You look like you might be uncomfortable.

  She crossed and uncrossed again. She allowed her thighs to part, and left them that way. She was sure his cock was starting on its own journey under her gaze, just like her middle was beginning to do.

  —I really need to take these stockings off. Is it all right if I do it here?

  —If you must.

  She must. She must get a look at him, too. She stood, pulled up her skirt, pushed down the top of one stocking to mid-thigh, and bent in front of him to push it to her ankle.

  She could tell he was definitely hard now. It was almost too easy to see.

  —I’ll just be a minute.

  Dania turned, bent at the waist, and pushed the other one down to her foot. When she finished, she sat and leaned back in the chair. She raised a foot, put it in his crotch against his so obvious growing erection, and smiled.

  —Help me take it off, would you?

  She wiggled her toes against him. She brought her other foot up, bent her knee, and put it back down on the edge of her chair.

  —Don’t forget this one.

  He knelt in front of her, she spread her legs, and he loudly inhaled her scent. She didn’t even blush.

  —Take your time. If you like it, there’s a lot more where that came from.

  She pushed hereof forward to the edge of the chair.

  —Put your face right in there.

  She leaned back, spread her legs as far as the chair would permit her, and pushed up her hips. He inhaled, noisily.

  —Do you have enough room?

  Her feet went over his shoulders. She caught him off balance. His face ended up pressed against her panties. She held him there with her legs.

  —See? I told you. You can breathe again. Do you still like the scent?

  The heat of his breath helped to inflame her slippery, moist middle.

  —If you keep breathing on me like that I’ll be wet in about twenty seconds.

  That was a lie, and she figured he might already know it.

  —Not even. You’re soaked through now. Lift up. I want to take them off.

  She didn’t lift. She stood.

  He let his fingers hook her panties from between her legs. Fingers brushed against swollen, wet lips. Even she could smell her scent.

  —I’m soaking wet. Is that all right?

  He didn’t answer. He was too busy licking at her. When his tongue made contact with her clit, she gasped and fell back into the chair. Her legs went up to hook involuntarily over his shoulders. His hands went under her hips, and he pulled her crotch towards him to lock her in place against his face.

  —Let me know when you’ve had enough.

  The last came out in a mumble of words and wet and her scent. She moaned. Her thighs tightened against his head. She moaned again as he went to work on her.

  * * *

  HIS HANDS NEVER moved from her ass. He squeezed and lifted and parted. She felt his mouth come off from between her legs. She felt a finger go deep, replacing his face. The finger slipped out. She knew it would be thick and dripping with her wet. Her musky woman scent only thickened as well.

  —I hope I’m not too strong for you.

  He ignored her. Instead, she felt the finger slide between her cheeks. Before she could do anything, she had involuntarily contracted herself around it. She collapsed on the chair and fell down on it.

  —If you move that in me there, I swear I’ll scream.

  The assertion was a complete lie. She squealed in delight and groaned.

  He did it again. And again. Finally, she gave up and began to bounce herself up and down on his hand. The motion increased the action she was getting from his face still between her legs.

  When Dania came, she released with such force that she slipped out of the chair and slid down the front of her boss. She felt every button, every seam, every fold of the man’s clothes on the way down.

  It only served to intensify her pleasure and her orgasm. When she came to a stop on his bent knees, with his hands cupping her ass, with a finger still inserted and wiggling its way still deeper between her cheeks, she could only moan softly.

  —Please. Stop. I can’t come any more. I can’t.

  Her arms went around his neck and she began pulling herself up and down on the erection she felt through his pants. Her lips moved to his ear.

  —Take it out. Please. I want to look at it.

  He lifted her up by her ass, set her in the chair, and unfastened his belt.

  —Go for it.

  Dania didn’t waste a second. With her bare ass stuck to the leather seat, she slipped foreword, reached in through the top of his underwear, and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  —Oh my god. Oh my god. It’s hard. Hard.

  She squeezed. Precome flowed from the tip. She massaged it over the head. Her fingers gripped. She stroked, hard, back and forth, up and down.

  She barely managed to get him out of his pants. The panting from both of them was obvious and loud.

  —You’re going to come.

  She knew. She always did. But this time, she knew the man was about to explode. She knew she was about to see quite a show of exploding cock.

  She tried to get her blouse unbuttoned. She wanted take his come over her breasts. She managed one button. Then another. And another. Just as she parted her blouse and was about to reach back for the strap on her bra, a hard nipple scraped his against his balls.

  He groaned. His cock began to explode. Come shot across her covered breasts. She managed to get a hand on the shaft. Finally, she got his cock pointed between her breasts. Come rained down between the cleft. Her bra was soaked. Her nipples tingled.

  She kept stroking, slower and slower, still wanting to tease him.

  It worked. Not even half a minute later, come shot out from his cock again. This time, she felt it begin. In a heartbeat, while come shot out, her mouth opened, closed, and began to suck.

  When she finished, his cock was softening in her mouth. Come ran past her lips and drained onto her bra. She licked her lips, swallowed loudly, and grinned.

  Come gathered on the corners of her mouth.

  —Look at the mess you made of me.

  Exhausted, she pushed herself back to permit him to see. She followed his eyes with her own.

  —You like, don’t you?

  —Yes. Do you?

  —Oh yes. Couldn’t you tell?

  —Yes.

  —I lost count. Once or a dozen, I don’t care any more. You’re good.

  —So are you. About those memos-

  She stood up and looked around.

  —They’re here somewhere, I’m sure.

  She made the mistake of bending over the desk to look. Her skirt was still at her waist. She was completely naked and wet for him below it. Her thighs glistened from the wet draining from between her legs.

  She stayed there, waiting. Hoping. Finally, she felt hard cock brush against a thigh. She rested on her elbows. She didn’t move. She kept her hips steady. She had already spread her feet in a wide stance before bending over.

  His hands went to her hips. Cock brushed against her opening. She was so wet she couldn’t have stopped him. Instead, she pushed out her ass and offered it.

  —Put it where you want to. I’m wide open.

  She reached back between her legs and gripped him.

  —On second thought, where would you like me to put it for you? />
  Dania didn't wait for an answer. She kept her grip on the shaft. Her hand went to the base to feel for the huge vein. The man’s cockhead brushed high against her wrist.

  She rubbed the thick, swollen head between her soaked lips several times. Wet as it was, she almost had to force the swollen head between her ass-cheeks.

  —I made up your mind for you. I hope you don’t mind.

  His answer came out in a grunt and he collapsed over her back as he emptied. She pulled his balls tight against her clit and let him finish in her.

  —Have you had enough of me yet?

  He pushed off of her.

  —Yes. No.

  Dania looked back at him. She stayed bent over the desk.

  —Well? Which is it?

  —No. Not yet.

  —Good. I can’t go out into the office looking like this. Is there another way?

  He led her to his washroom. She tugged him in behind her. She squatted over the toilet, tried to wipe herself dry, and at the same time, inhaled his limp cock into her mouth.

  Her greedy slurping had him hard and emptying into her mouth in minutes.

  —See? I knew it. Where’s my panties? I need to cover up or you’ll be running down my legs for the rest of the day. I really don’t mind, but I don’t want the others to see.

  —You’ll have to come back and show me.

  By now, his comment was no surprise.

  —Look at my blouse. I’m a wreck. I can’t go back to work looking like this.

  She let him look at her. Her nipples hardened. She wanted him to see that, too.

  —See? That’s you doing that to me.

  She looked down at his crotch.