Dirty Erotic Oneshots

caress her breasts my other hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her mound and starting to massage it. From the look on Elaine's face when I did that she hadn't really believed that I was going to fuck her. Now she believed and wasn't sure what to do.

"Problem?" I asked.

As she opened her mouth to speak I slipped a couple of fingers between her lips, trespassing inside her. Whatever she was going to say was lost in a strangled gasp. I kept massaging while she struggled to pull herself together.

"You're not really going to, are you?" she finally asked. She certainly seemed to have a limited number of questions.

Instead of answering directly I unbuckled my belt and pushed my trousers down, my intended answer springing forth. Elaine's eyes opened wide and she hastily looked away.

"Take hold of me, Elaine," I said softly. "You know you want to."

Whether she wanted to or not I had no idea. She gave me a look, looked at my erection again, gave me another look, and then her hand came down and captured me. 

That was fine by me. I kept stroking breasts and pussy and she started stroking my cock. There was nothing tentative about what she was doing. She knew exactly how to handle one, knowledge that I suspected came from practice. 

Now while a little bit of touching and petting is all very well it is only the beginning, the entrée, so to speak, with the main course coming up. I could tell that Elaine was warming up nicely, squirming a little under my touch, her breathing getting deeper, her passage nice and damp.

I extracted myself from her grasp, moving her legs further apart and kneeling between them. I started moving closer, cock nicely lined up, a pair of fingers spreading her lips. 

"Ah, I'm not sure about this, Mr Davidson," she told me.

Like I cared?

"It's OK," I said calmly. "We'll just start up a little. We can always stop if you don't like the way I do things."

And if she believed that she was totally naïve, which I did not believe.

My cock pressed between her lips and then started sliding down her passage, her hips rising to meet me, letting me sink into her faster than I expected.

Then it was a case of, "Oh my god, you're really doing it. I didn't think you would. I thought you were only teasing me a bit. I'm sure you shouldn't be doing this. I've never done this before you know."

That last was a little hard for me to swallow, because a virgin she certainly wasn't. I was about to make a pithy comment when common sense slapped me across the back of the head. Never contradict a woman, especially if you're fucking her.

"Well, now you have, and might I say you're handling yourself superbly. You feel absolutely marvellous. I've never know a girl as sweet as you. You are fantastic."

I was also stroking her breasts while I pumped energetically into her. I wasn't alone with that energy expenditure, either. She was responding sweetly, hips rising swiftly as she pushed to meet me, eager to take me as deep as possible.

I kept right on talking, not giving her a chance to talk herself into regrets. I praised her breasts, twisting my head to drop light kisses on them. My hands stroked her generally, while I lauded the feel and texture of her skin. I stoked silken hair, softly admiring the colour and texture, drew a fingertip lightly across her lips, telling her what lovely lips she had.

And all the time I was talking my hips were going bump, bump, bump, as I drove fiercely into her. Oddly enough I was taking her far more energetically than I'd normally take a woman. She just seemed to cast some sort of spell on me. Even the scent of her was like an aphrodisiac, another thing I hastened to tell her. The way I was taking her I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd come in an early rush. What did surprise me, I guess, was the fact that I didn't, but was able to keep on going.

I finally shut-up with the sweet-talk, mainly because I needed my breath for what I was doing. Elaine didn't seem to have any breath to spare for chatting, either, as she was gasping and giving little grunts of ecstatic effort as she met my thrusting cock, pushing herself hard up against me, seeming to want more and more of what I was supplying. 

Things finished fairly quickly after that. I found myself out of control, moving harder and faster, everything drawing towards a grand finale. For me, anyway. The way I was travelling Elaine was on her own and good luck to her.

I was spared the embarrassment of leaving her unsatisfied. She climaxed at about the same time I did, hands jammed against her mouth to stifle any cries. I guess she didn't want to alert anyone else around as to what was going on in the van.

After I'd tidied up a little I suggested that I drop her off somewhere, like at her house, possible. She seemed quite relieved at the thought. She was looking distinctly dishevelled, even if she had tried to tidy up a little. 

An added benefit to driving her home. I was able to get her address and phone number. Maybe I could invite her around to babysit for me. Not that I have any children as of yet, but I guess I'm just a big kid at heart. i n t e r r a c i a l ( i )

 

 

When I was a freshman at college some years ago I fucked, used and abused my room-mate's girlfriend who had come down to stay for a long weekend from their home town North of DC.

I don't regret it, after all she was the one who had got totally wasted at the party we had attended that night and had staggered back into our dorm room and forgotten that Dirk and I had swapped beds last week because he wanted to have the bed near the window.

Dirk was was passed out cold on his new bed, he was more smashed than Rochelle was and had no idea what was about to happen to his trophy girlfriend.

I am not a drinker, I like the odd beer, the occasional glass of wine but I never get drunk, I think you fuck up big time when you get as wrecked as Rochelle did.

When Rochelle landed on my bed in the darkness, after getting up to go to the bathroom from the guest room she was supposed to be sleeping in and coming into our room ten minutes later, I almost told her she was in the wrong room and definitely in the wrong bed but she wrapped her arms around me and planted a hot kiss on my mouth and said in a slurred voice.

"Love you baby boy, love you lots."

She tasted of wine, and beer and she rubbed herself seductively against me and my crotch stirred.

I half expected her to realize I wasn't Dirk and jump off me with a scream of embarrassment but she didn't and I was about to push her off me despite the fact she had aroused me slightly but she sealed her fate by half slurring out the words.

"Why'd you get a white guy for a room-mate baby boy? You know I don't like white guys, and he is real white!"

Now I'm not racist, but it hit me between the eyes at that moment that Rochelle was in fact herself quite racist, she's always been polite to me since we had first met at the beginning of our new semester when she came down for the first to visit her boyfriend, so had Dirk, but I realised at that very moment that both of them only really tolerated me rather than liked me and I felt quite hurt about this and then I felt angry and hurt.

Dirk had invited me to go to the party with them that evening I realised out of politeness, they didn't want my company, and they had got drunk very quickly, probably because it was a way of making me leave early, because getting drunk is not my forte. 

I squeezed Rochelle's buttocks. Buttocks that were firm, rounded and richly honey tinted in colour.

Rochelle was lovely to look at, she was nearly six foot tall with the most beautiful mass of dark brown ringlets cascading over round face, with slightly slanting black eyes, a thin long nose and lips that were deliciously large and moist. Her complexion was something I had heard termed as "medium complexted," and was quite desirable among her peer group.

She had large firm breasts, that were pressing into me and I heard myself say in a throaty voice, trying to put on Dirk's slightly southern drawl.

"Let me have a feel at your tits baby girl."

She didn't even hesitate, she moved obligingly and I pulled up her t-shirt over her breasts and got a handful of hot mocha flesh and squeezed it and then pulled on what was a surprisingly plump tit.

She winced as I was not gentle and she said, "That hurts baby boy."

It might hurt I thought wryly but her tit was hardening under my ministrations and I said.

"I think you like it baby girl, so shut the fuck up." She went still her on top of me, her beery breath was hot on my neck, I knew her eyes were open as I could see her even in the darkness but she was so smashed she didn't realise she was not talking to Dirk, or that the person she was looking at was not Dirk because in the darkness we all look the same I realise, Dirk himself was also smashed out of his brains, and was totally unconscious lying face down on his bed, snoring his head off. I wondered what the football coach would say if he could see him now, his prize quarterback, sleeping off a drinking binge in which he had all but drowned his liver and brain in beer.

"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice and her voice wobbled not only from the drink and I found myself wanting to make her cry.

"I don't know why I date you," I said, "You talk too much and you're an airhead, I mean you don't even want to go to school, you just want to be a hair dresser."

I spoke with a sneer, I knew these things because I had heard Dirk talking to Rochelle on the phone on several occasions, I hadn't really thought anything of it, until now that was but I realised that I had enough information about Rochelle to make her think she was talking to her boyfriend.

Not nice of me I know, but my hurt was now pure anger and I wanted to punish Rochelle and by proxy Dirk for not being honest with me.

My offer of friendship to them had been genuine but now I could see theirs was not, I was the only white person on campus Dirk associated with, not by choice but because I was his roomy, he no more wanted me around than Rochelle did.

"I love you