FLESH Erotic Short Stories Page 2

  —Oh my god. Look at you. Did you come in your pants?

  He blushed. A sheepish look crossed his face.

  —Yes. When you first gripped me. Couldn’t you tell?

  —Not really. I was busy grabbing and trying to figure out just how big you were. Is that when you came?

  —Yes.

  —Good. I like an eager man. I wish I’d have known, though. I’d have taken you in my mouth right away. I wouldn’t have given you the opportunity to come in your pants.

  —In that case, the next time, I’ll let you know.

  —You’d better.

  * * *

  DANIA DIDN’T WEAR panties for the next few days. She left her stockings at home, too, and instead packed her shoulder bag with a second skirt, blouse, and bra, just in case. As it turned out, she was glad she did.

  She needed all of them.

  Her boss was a horny man. Extra hard. Not too thick. In other words, just right for her.

  By the end of the first week, he was begging her for it. She teased him constantly, giving in only sporadically even though she was just as horny. By the end of the day, she pretended to give in. Sometimes, it took her only until noon to surrender to the demands of his cock.

  By Friday, she was so sore and tender at all three of her ends, she was glad to see the end of the day. She would need the weekend’s two days at home to recuperate.

  She’d just climbed out of a hot bath. She felt relaxed. Clean. The hot water took away her soreness. She was beginning to look forward to Monday.

  Her phone pinged.

  When she saw who the text was from, she grinned. Her nipples hardened all over again.

  Her boss was asking her to come in to work.

  She hurried to dress. Bra and panties weren’t a problem. The trouble came when she tried to decide what she would wear over them.

  Skirt?

  Nice tight shorts?

  No one would be at the office. It wouldn’t matter.

  She pulled on a long overcoat to cover everything and took a taxi.

  She tried not to think about what was going to happen. She tried not to think about hard cock and wet pussy and tight nipples and rough fingers gripping and massaging and spreading her cheeks.

  She wriggled in the back of the cab, eager to get to her destination and what she knew would be hard and waiting. The man was a constant erection. She already knew all about how hard he’d be. Their first time had completely taken her by surprise.

  She’d encouraged him to take her again and again. By now, she knew he needed her. That was the reason she had so eagerly responded to his text.

  In the back of the cab, she checked the mirror. The driver was busy in traffic. She slipped a hand into the folds of the overcoat, then changed her mind. She pulled it out.

  She knew she had to wait, even if it was driving her crazy.

  She paid the cabbie, bounded out of the car, and headed for the twin doors and the entrance to the building. She was so eager she didn’t even feel the wet beginning to spread.

  The elevator doors swished open and she rushed down the darkened hallway to the familiar office and what awaited her. She pictured the hard, eager cock. She licked her lips and felt the head, as though it was already past her lips and eager to come in her mouth. Saliva dribbled down her chin. She snaked fingers to her mouth and licked it off.

  —Where are you? Are you here?

  It was pitch black in the office. She couldn’t see a thing. She felt her way to the desk, walked around it, and bumped into the man sitting in the chair. Her hands moved over him.

  —You’re naked already.

  Rough hands made a grab, pushed her over the desk, and then pulled her back. She didn’t have time to take off the coat and reveal her nakedness. His hands pushed it up and pulled her down onto his cock.

  —You’re hot to trot tonight, aren’t you? Have you been thinking of what your cock is in?

  Grunts and groans were the only sounds she heard from the man.

  —Come in me, then. Come on. Empty into me.

  Mad hips thrust against hers. Hands grabbed and tightened over her breasts. They pulled her down, hard, onto cock. Already come flowed into her and ran out. Sucking sounds, wet sounds, fucking sounds assailed her ears.

  She was almost there.

  Just as she began to come, the man pushed her off. She ended up with empty pussy. She thrust her hips against the desk in her effort to finish herself.

  Then cock filled her again. She pushed off of the desk and fell down on a hard, thick cock, all the way in her.

  She groaned, kept coming, and let the man fuck her to orgasm. She kept silent. She kept the cock in her. She kept him fucking her.

  —That’s it, baby. Come in me. Fuck me. I’m close again. Are you going to let me finish this time?

  Dania turned around abruptly, lowered onto the cock and began bouncing up and down. Something brushed against her ass. She thought it was a hand. She reached back, felt something wet running down her ass, and rubbed at it.

  —Did you just come?

  She reached back again. Her hand closed on a long, thick, eager shaft attempting to find the opening between her cheeks. She gasped, fit it to her, and pulled the shaft tight.

  —It’s yours if you want it, whoever you are.

  She reached for balls, tugged, and felt the explosions of cock between her cheeks.

  —That’s it. Empty yourself. Give it to me. I can take it.

  Both cocks exploded into her with thrusting, eager hips and warm, wet, thick come that ran out of both openings. Her thighs ended up soaked by the two men.

  —I don’t know who you are, but I’m all yours all night.

  She tore off the overcoat to reveal her nakedness beneath. She went down on the floor on her back.

  —Who wants to be first this time?

  Two hard cocks brushed against her face.

  —Mmm. Yes. Both, I see. All right then. I’m going to have a busy mouth. Will one of you fuck me too?

  Rough hands lifted her and dragged her to her knees.

  Cock slipped between her thighs. She dropped down, swallowing it whole between her legs. Another cock brushed her ass and entered. She leaned back, grunted assent, and they went at her.

  She rocked and rolled and squealed in delight as two cocks fucked both holes.

  —You guys are good.

  Her orgasm overtook the three as they finished in a grunting, come-filled, cock-exploding, mindless fuck for each.

  —Which one of you gets to take me home? Or are we going to stay here until Monday?

  Neither answered. Instead, they bundled her up in the overcoat and carried her to the elevator.

  By the time they got her downstairs, she began to beg for more cock.

  —It had better not be far, or both of you will be in a heap of trouble by the time I get more of your cock into me.

  * * *

  THE PARTY WAS in full swing. Music blared. Naked bodies lay everywhere, most of them women on their backs or their hands and knees with a man between them, fucking. The occasional solitary hard cock stood out like a sore thumb - or a swollen digit.

  —How long has the party been going on?

  No one answered.

  They carried her into the bedroom, tore off the coat, and tied her arms over her head to the bed.

  Dania didn’t need to be told twice. She spread her legs, raised her feet off the mattress, and waited.

  When she opened her eyes, the line went to the door. Hard cock on every man in the bedroom pointed at her.

  —One at a time, boys. There’s more than enough for all of you.

  By morning, she was exhausted. Come covered every part of her body. A sleepy grin greeted the last man.

  —Finish. Hurry.

  Too exhausted to even lift her legs for him, she rolled her hips and let him empty as best he could between her sopping, come-soaked thighs.

  —Untie me, please.

  Finally freed, her hand
s went to her come-covered breasts and began rubbing. Erect nipples poked out from between her fingers.

  —Can I spend the rest of the weekend here with all of you?

  No sooner had the words left her mouth than Dania curled up, naked, on the bed. She drifted off to sleep almost immediately.

  She wandered in and out of conscious dreaming. Always there was blue, cloudless sky. Somehow, always, Egyptian pyramids were prominent in her dream. The Nile - for she supposed that’s what it was - regulated the people appearing in her dream.

  She was a woman of means in her dream. She was in popular demand - not as a prostitute, but as a masseuse - capable of curing the most sore and tender injuries of the ruling class. For reasons unknown to her, her reputation gained fame far and wide and she was transported from location to location to perform her miracles.

  Dania awoke with full memory of the dream. She had no idea what it meant, but the silent beauty of it remained with her for the duration of her stay.

  She remained in the house overnight, sucking and fucking and being fucked and sucked. When she closed the door and finally arrived at home, she showered, ran hot water for a bath, and cleaned herself.

  She fell into her own bed, happy and tired.

  She had been fucked senseless.

  The next morning, bruised and restless, Dania called her boss.

  —Do you still want me to come in?

  —Of course. Why wouldn’t I? Get your butt in her right now.

  She rushed into work, eager to see the man that had given her so much pleasure that she couldn’t stop smiling every time she thought of him. By the time she arrived at the office, she almost skipped down the hall but for the people there.

  She rushed through the office door.

  —Where were you this weekend? I texted, but you never showed up.

  Her jaw dropped.

  —What?

  —Where did you disappear to? I missed you, you know.

  She thought back to the past two days of cock and come. She grinned mischievously.

  —Oh, well, I had to see family. I hope I can make it up to you.

  She teased him mercilessly for the remainder of the day. By the end of it, when she gripped him, he shot his load over her. He collapsed against her in gratitude.

  —Next time, answer your text, will you? I needed you.

  —I needed you, too. You’ll never know just how much.

  —Come on, then. We’re going home.

  —My place is a mess.

  —Not yours. Mine. You belong with me now.

  Dania pulled the sheet up and lay back.

  —Who fucked me in your office? Was it you?

  She reached between his legs to grip him.

  —And don’t lie to me.

  —I was there. I watched you getting fucked. I carried you to that house party and watched you being fucked there, too. I’ve never been so horny in my life to have a woman.

  —Then why didn’t you take me?

  —They wouldn’t let me.

  —I’m all yours now.

  —Yes. You are, aren’t you? I want to bury myself so deep in you that I’ll never find my way out.

  Dania rolled over onto her back and spread her knees.

  —Then you’d better get started.

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  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.

  FROM THE BEGINNING, Neferet’s father knew that his tiny little daughter would grow into a beautiful young girl. He endeavored to have her trained in the art of massage, for that could ensure that she would follow a path of good fortune and some measure of fame.

  It wasn’t an easy path for the man to find and to have his daughter take. From the beginning, he was led astray by many he knew who were jealous of his daughter’s good looks and thirst for knowledge. They knew that such a girl would soon know the correct path to success.

  They were right. All it took was a rich man with many aches and pains to be cured by the girl’s knowledgeable hands. Happy with the results, he directed her to his familial house and put her to work on his powerful friends and business partners.

  At first, the young Neferet missed her family. She had been close with her mother and father. But, she also knew that for them to rise above their station, they would have need of the money she would send home each month.

  By her eighteenth birthday, thanks to Neferet’s capable hands and easy, friendly demeanor, her family had amassed quite a large fortune. It was a good thing, and it made her happy to know it.

  Her successes led her farther and farther from her childhood home on the banks of the fertile Nile River valley. She was taken north and closer to the mouth of the Nile, as part of a move by the family for whom she worked.

  Wealthy as they were, she was dressed in the finest silks and given the sweetest-smelling perfumes with which to anoint her nubile body. Tanned, healthy, extremely attractive to men, she knew she would have no trouble in her new city. All she had to do was bide her time and perform as she had over the previous years.

  The local ruler first noticed her during a meal at the family home. She sat off to the side, as she was supposed to do. She didn’t participate in the conversation. Instead, she arranged her clothing, caught the eye of Pa-neck, the invited guest, and smiled demurely.

  To say that she was an opportunist would be the truth. Already, at the tender age of eighteen, she had tastes for clothes and scents and jewelery that exceeded her ability to provide them for herself.

  She knew she would need a wealthy man to provide those things for her.

  In Pa-neck, she thought she would have those things.

  It didn’t take the formidable Pa-neck, who was known as the serpent, long before the girl caught his eye with her obvious come-hither looks and sheer linen dress. She overheard him complain of a sore back and legs from the walking he did to inspect his holdings.

  —Perhaps I can help you with that.

  —You?

  He looked at his host.

  —Who is this girl who thinks she can cure me of my ills?

  —She is a masseuse that I have brought with me to the city in order that I may continue to experience the cures she is able to provide. Her hands are pure magic as they work the day’s aches and pains out of my tired body.

  —It is very hard to believe that one so young can be so capable of doing such a thing.

  He motioned for the girl to approach.

  —I will have her sent to you tomorrow. Make use of her as you will. If she is not able to cure you, if you are not satisfied, send her back immediately.

  The next evening, just before dark, Neferet made her way to Pa-neck’s residence. It was in the center of the city. She had to walk past many fine and rich places on the way. As she got deeper into the center, it became obvious to her that Pa-neck must be a very wealthy man to live where he did.

  Neferet knocked on the door. A concubine answered. Her eyes roamed up and down the fine clothes and jewelery of the girl. Right away she knew she must be special.

  She motioned for Neferet to follow her to the center of Pa-neck’s home. She was directed to a chair across from the man. Before she took her seat, she dropped her cover. Her fresh, young body was almost completely revealed by the fine thin coverlet she wore.

  She crossed her legs. Her coverlet slipped to reveal a tanned leg. She hoped beyond hope that she had not been too obvious. She didn’t want to be taken for a prostitute.

  —I remember that you have aches and pains from visiting your properties that need curing. I can do that.

  —For one so young, you are very confident. How do I know that you are what you claim?

  —You must give me the o
pportunity to prove myself. If I am not capable, then you must send me back to my master. Are you agreeable?

  Neferet could see that he was thinking. She turned in her chair, uncrossed her legs, and her linen dress parted over both legs, revealing her fine, white thighs. She immediately covered herself and blushed demurely.

  Pa-neck’s eyes roamed over the girl. She looked down at the floor, unsure of what would come next.

  —All right. I will test you.

  The man she knew as Pa-neck stood up.

  —What is your name, girl?

  She heisted before speaking. Her eyes remained looking at the floor.

  —Neferet.

  —Neferet, hmm? I suppose we shall see if that in fact is true.

  Already Pa-neck knew that it was. He already had begun to feel the stirring between his legs when the girl’s thin linen dress shifted to reveal her legs. He wondered what other wonderful sights might be concealed within.

  —Come, girl.

  He held out his hand to her.

  —We will retire to more private quarters.

  —May I be allowed to bring my oils with me?

  —Of course. Bring whatever it is you will need.

  Neferet collected her case and followed the old man to his quarters.

  —My servants have prepared a table for us. Will it be adequate?

  —I am sure it will. When you have disrobed and climbed onto it, call me, and I will begin.

  While she awaited the man’s call, she prepared in succession the oils and perfumes she would use on the man.

  —I am ready, girl.

  Neferet walked around the curtain. The man was on his back, on the table festooned with blankets and cushions. Her eyes traveled the length of him. When she saw what was between his legs, she gasped.

  So that was why he was called Pa-neck, the snake.

  —Turn over on your stomach, please. I will begin with your back. Will that be acceptable for you?