Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

She followed him through the house as he gave a guided tour. It was quite lovely – everything – the art and furniture – everything. She found herself wishing her mother’s taste in interiors was as clean. His library was impressive – and the computer workstation, too.

“This is where you write?” she asked, touching the edge of a large antique maple desk.

“This is the place,” he nodded, corner of mouth curved in a smile, a dimple – a nicely chiseled chin.

“Nice view,” she said, looking out the window and across the valley, wondering what was happening at home.

“Melissa – may I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you want to meet me?”

She studied his face – that way he stood with one hand in his pocket, head tilted just a bit to one side.

“Your stories. I wondered what kind of man you were – you know, based on what I read. You sure made me think naughty things.”

He smiled. “Nice to know. Do you ever act naughty?”

She blushed hotly. “Not really – I think about it – I get hot.” “And?”

“And what?”

“What do you do when you get hot?”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

She wet overly-full lips with the tip of her tongue – felt too warm – felt the moist heat in the crotch of her thong. “What do I do?”

“Un-huh.”

She took the huge step, relived that he was leading her on, eager to let him be the one in control. “Masturbate.”

“If I show you the new story I’m working on – if I let you read it now – will you show me?”

She felt the small trickle of perspiration running down her back – suddenly quivered as though she just experienced an electrical shock. “You’ll just watch? You won’t try anything weird”

“Not me. Not unless you want me to. You read – I’ll watch. “Elliot – I came over because it was time. I’m tired of waiting.”

Eager to touch herself – freshly shaved cunt lips ripe for pleasure, she sat in his big chair at the monitor. For the next five minutes she read the new story, miniskirt pulled up around slim hips, fingers pressed into the warm damp cleft in her panties.

She spread her legs wide as a climax approached and jiggled her fingers over a now swollen clit. The sensation of slippery satin on sensitive flesh made her tremble uncontrollably as an orgasm burst through every fiber of her body. Eyes closing, gasping for air, kaleidoscopic lights flashed behind eyelids.

“Oh. my GOD! I’m getting one! Oh, my GOD! Oh, my GOD! I’m cumming so hard! I’m getting so wet!” Teeth clenched, she pressed the satin deeper, slippery crotch sliding just enough that she reached a powerful orgasm again. “Oh, my GOD! It feels so good! Oh, my GOD! I’ve never done this in front of anyone, Elliot! Oh, my GOD! I am so hot! I want to do it, Elliot. I don’t want to wait any more . . . ”

“That’s good,” he whispered, touching the back of her neck, watching her masturbate, stunned by the young girl’s beauty and innocence – and the level of her passion. He massaged her neck and scalp as the teenager finger- fucked herself to delirium. “That’s good – that’s a good girl, Melissa – make yourself cum – make yourself cum again.”

Eyes glazed with pleasure, she turned the chair and looked up into Elliot’s intenseness. Legs spread wide, a finger under the edge of the crotch of her thong, she licked large nipple-pink lips with a broad soft pink tongue.

“I wish a guy would do that to me,” she whispered, indicating a paragraph that went into graphic detail about the man going down on the girl. “No one’s ever done that to me . . . ”

Elliot knelt between her thighs. “You have a beautiful little pussy, Melissa. It’s beautiful.”

She blushed, furiously, and gasped as he pressed his face into her crotch and covered the smooth lips of her cunt with his mouth. There was just the slightest sensation of his five-o-clock-shadow against the insides of her thighs.

She opened her blouse and began playing with her nipples as he sucked, pinching and twisting them until she thought she’d faint. The sensation of a tongue dancing over her clit, the way he licked and tenderly sucked brought her to a climax, the heights of which she’d never reached while masturbating.

“Lick me!” she squealed, “don’t quit licking me – please – it’s SO good – it’s making me get my climax SO good!”

He licked until she caught him by his ears and held his mouth and tongue away from her over-sensitive clit. “Wait – wait! It’s too intense! Let me rest a second, okay?”

Elliot looked up and smiled. “Like that?”

“Oh, my God! It was so intense! No wonder girls love it. You made me so hot. I’ve never gotten one like that before.”

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, fly open, a very rigid cock in hand.

“Un-huh,” she said, staring at the long thick erection, wanting to fuck so badly she feared she might scream. “Just this year. My folks don’t know. I wanted bigger breasts.”

“Your breasts are beautiful – like they are,” he said, admiring the perfect curves and long swollen nipples. “I liked doing that to you – that sure got me going. Do you want to do it? Are you ready for this?”

Still staring at his cock she nodded and scooted forward in the chair. While kneeling, erection at the perfect level, he let her hold it after positioning the crest between the lips of her pussy. She was chewing her lower lip, narrow hips making little thrusts as he pulled her closer.

“Do me, Elliot – fuck me. Oh, my God!” she gasped, as the head and a few inches slipped into her cunt, “I want you to fuck me. I’m so ready. Oh, my God! That feels so good – go more – fuck me – it feels so good – make it go in me deeper.”