Dirty Erotic Oneshots

beside him on my back. He knelt beside me and began exploring every inch of my body with his hands and eyes.

 

He removed my panties slowly, caressing each inch of exposed flesh as he did so. I watched him through half closed eyes, as his hands came back up to open the folds of my wetness.

 

With his warm, hard fingers, he stroked and probed until I thought I would die of sheer pleasure. And when he leaned down to place his lips on my inner thighs, I felt my legs spread as he worked his mouth over my lower lips, and I writhed in ecstasy. 

Sensing my urgency, he moved up and covered my sweat-slicked body with his, nudging my knees wider apart, the tip of his cock resting against my pussy, teasing me.

 

I reached for his hips with my heels, pulling him into me. As my body stretched to accommodate him, I felt the trembling in my abdomen that signals the approach of my orgasm. He must have sensed it, as he lay very still against me. 

"Shhhh.... No need to rush," he whispered against my breast. As he laved my nipple with his tongue, I stroked his back lightly with my fingertips and tried to regain control.

 

He felt so good on me, inside me, hard and deep. His lips on my breasts stoked the fire inside me, and when I could wait no longer, I rested my heels against his ass and moved beneath him, urging him to move within me.

 

He responded by moving slowly upward, away from me until his cock was almost free of my clutching pussy. He held there, and looked into my eyes before plunging back in, hard.

 

My softly whispered, "Yessss..." was all the encouragement he seemed to need. His eyes stayed riveted to mine as he stroked in and out of me in a rhythm my body was determined to match. I arched my hips to meet each thrust, our bodies almost slamming together. The pleasure was intense.

Suddenly he stopped, buried deep inside me and rested his body against me. Gathering me close, he rolled over, bringing me on top of him.

 

When I lifted my shoulders to sit up, I felt him go even deeper into me, my clit rubbing the tangled mat of hair at the base of his cock. My eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of being filled so completely by this huge, virile stranger.

 

He reached to caress my breasts with his fingertips as my body took over and rocked back and forth, sliding on and off his cock, my clit throbbing at each contact with his body.

 

I could not have stopped the orgasm that washed over me if I had wanted to. I came in waves, muscles clenching around him and screaming out my pleasure at the peak.

 

I felt him growl from deep within as he thrust upward to absorb the tremors that rocked me. He grasped my hips and pulled me down hard against him and as he thrust again, he came with a shout of his own. 

As the spasms subsided, and I collapsed against him, my breasts resting on his chest, my face buried in his neck, now somewhat embarrassed at my wantonness.

 

His hand in my hair, he moved my face to his for a lingering kiss, and rolled with me onto his side, never moving from within me. Our breathing slowly began to return to normal, and we kissed lightly, licking the sweat from each other's faces with the tips of our tongues.

 

With my passion spent, I felt a vague sense of unease. I'd just had the best sex of my life with a total stranger. 

I started to speak, but he silenced me with another kiss, and pulled me close again as I tried to move away. I looked into his eyes again and realized that I wasn't the only one who had given in to something bigger than myself.

 

His fingers lightly caressed my back and said softly, "No regrets, please. You are wonderful." I felt him begin to stir inside me, again swelling with need. 

"But don't you have to report back by 5 o'clock?" I asked when I could catch my breath.

He smiled slightly, as he began the slow steady thrusting that would again drive me insane with need. "No, ma'am," he said. "You see, I own the company."

i n c e s t ( i )

 

Five days had passed since the accident, and Beth was a still a complete emotional mess. Beth's parents had been hit by a drunk driver while sitting at a stop light. Her father had a severe head injury and had been in a coma since the accident.

 

Her mother had suffered a crushed leg and would not be able to leave the hospital for another week. Luckily Beth had not been with them the night of accident and was the only member of the house able to function at any capacity.

 

She was going to have to take a semester off of college to help them. If not for her best friend, Cindy, Beth wasn't sure how she would have coped. Best friends for years, they were always there for each other.

It was the Friday after the accident and Beth's father had been slowly regaining consciousness, and the doctors were hopeful that he would make a full recovery. His head had hit the dashboard during the accident and he still had the bruises to prove it.

 

They told Beth that her father was confused and unable to remember the basics of his life. They warned Beth that he might have suffered some brain trauma and they wouldn't really know the full extent of his condition for a while.

The next day, Beth was in, visiting her mother. 

"Beth," her mother was explaining. "I want you to take your father home and take good care of him. You have to be strong. "

"He didn't even know me just now, when you stopped by his room," Beth said in tears. 

"I know, honey," her mom said, reaching out to grasp Beth's hand. "He'll come around and remember that he's on a lot of medication too. He loves you."

Breaking down into tears now, Beth sniffled, "I'm just so glad you're both alive and going to be okay. I was so scared."

"You're a good girl Beth," her mother told her, squeezing her hand tight. "I know your father is in good hands. Take care of all of his needs for me, okay. You're going to be the only one to do it. We can't afford a home nurse."

Beth nodded. "I will. Let me grab a nurse for you, mom. You look like you're in pain."

"Thanks, Hun."

Beth got a nurse for her mom and went down to help get her father ready to go home. Several hours later, Beth got her father to their house and settled into his own bed.

 

The doctors had warned Beth not to upset her father, and to not correct any erroneous memories that came to light the first few days. A nurse gave Beth instructions for all of his meds and care.

 

She let Beth know that he would probably be asleep for most of the next few days. At the nurses request she had put a photo of herself and her father from last year's vacation in Hawaii by the bed so he wouldn't be confused when he saw her.

Beth resolved to be strong. She could handle this. 

Beth's father awoke to bright afternoon sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. His head hurt and he was very groggy. He was also very confused.

 

He remembered being in the hospital, but wasn't sure why. He thought that he remembered that he was married but didn't know to whom. Pictures of people he didn't know flashed through his head.

 

In fact he wasn't quite sure who he was! He sat up slowly and looked around the bedroom for clues, wincing at the pain in his head. 

"Shit," he moaned as he sat up. 

There was a framed picture on the nightstand, of himself with a beautiful, young girl with the most exquisite, long, black hair. He examined the photo more closely.

 

He thought maybe they were in Hawaii and they looked to be the happiest couple in the world. In the picture he had his hands around her and she was leaning her head against his shoulder. He took a closer look at the girl.

She had soft, full lips and bright, blue eyes that seemed to stare into his soul. Her body was slim and athletic but she had incredibly large breasts hanging from her small frame.

 

He started to become aroused, and was happy that he had married such a beautiful woman. He had a memory flashback of a chubby girlfriend he had in high school.

 

"I'm glad I didn't marry her." He said out loud, chuckling. The more he looked at the picture, the harder his cock got. 

"I need some relief. I must have been out for a while," he muttered to himself. 

Though not unattractive, Beth's mother was the polar opposite of Beth and tipped the scales at 200 pounds. She was the chubby girlfriend from high school that had flashed through his mind. 

Beth's father actually felt pretty good for being in the hospital for the better part of the week but he knew that he would feel even better if he could relieve some his pent up sexual energy.

 

His balls even felt heavy and bloated when he stood up. His cock was hard as a rock and he needed some relief immediately. No sex for a week will do that to a man.

He got up and stumbled out of the bedroom, prowling down the hallway, and peering in the various rooms as he went... He was by nature an impatient man and the growing bulge in his pajama bottoms was taking him to the very edge of sanity.

 

His head was throbbing almost in rhythm with his cock. There was a small stain in his pajama bottoms from his pre-cum. 

Meanwhile, after making sure her father was fast asleep, Beth had put her headphones on and had pulled out her vibrator from its hiding place beneath her bed.

 

The best stress relief is sex relief, and she was furiously thrusting her sex toy in and out of her pussy. 

Stress always made Beth horny. Not having a steady boyfriend and having to deal with her parent's car crash had almost driven her insane.

 

She was unaware that her father was coming down the hall and that he would be sleeping until the next morning. That's what the doctors and nurse had told her. 

With the headphones on and Nine Inch Nails at full volume, she didn't hear her father shuffling down the hallway, and honestly wasn't worried about anyone walking in on her.

 

She was whimpering as she pleasured herself, trying to find the sexual release that she needed so badly. Her eyes were closed and she arched her back as she stuffed the silver vibrator deep inside her pussy. 

Beth's father peered into his daughter's open bedroom doorway, and his cock grew to its full length at the sight before him. Beth was lying there totally naked,