Dirty Erotic Oneshots

down beside her and took her in his arms. They kissed for a long time and Jennie was in heaven. He kissed her on the lips, on the neck and on her breasts. He even kissed her hands and arms. He started at her fingertips, licking and nuzzling the pads of her fingers and kissed his way up to her shoulders, then her neck and finally to her lips. By the time he parted her thighs and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy she was on fire.

 

He entered her and started the painfully and agonizingly pleasurable slow rhythm he had guided her into earlier. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and held on like there was no tomorrow. With each stroke forward fireworks were going off in her head and her breath was pushed out of her. She wasn't even aware of the noises she was making.

 

Mike was enjoying the noises she made immensely. Hearing her mewl and sigh and coo with every stroke made his cock harder and longer, or so it seemed to him.

 

After what seemed like forever he began to feel the cum boiling up from his balls. He rolled his eyes back in his head and started pushing into her harder and harder with each stroke. She gasped and groaned and made unintelligible noises, each one more absurd than the previous one. Mike was steadying his upper body with his arms outstretched, his hands planted in the couch on either side of her head. He was grunting himself now and thrusting into her steadily.

 

Suddenly he growled and the fierce expression on his face almost scared Jennie. He was staring into her eyes intently and his lips were drawn back in a rictus. He grunted again and then Jennie felt the explosion inside her. She felt him spasm and at the same time she could feel the tremors of his cock erupting inside her.

 

She felt an intense heat as his sperm coated her insides and he grunted again. Once again she felt his cock spurt and that was when her own orgasm hit. She began to shudder from head to toe and they held each other tightly as the spasms threatened to throw both of them off of the couch and on to the floor.

 

After a full minute Mike finally looked up. They were both coated in sweat and he could feel their mingled juices flowing over each other's groin areas. His cock, spent and flaccid, was pressed against her sopping wet pussy, the head still partially inside and swimming in a mixture of his sperm and her wetness.

 

She opened her eyes and they looked at each other. They were both still pretty high, though the exertion of fucking had burned off a good portion of the THC flowing through their blood streams. They smiled at the same time and then kissed once more. Mike sighed contentedly and stretched. He looked once more at Jennie and saw that she looked upset about something.

 

'What's wrong?' he asked.

 

Jennie frowned and tears started to gather in her eyes.

 

'What's wrong?' he asked again. 'What is it?'

 

She started to sniffle and sat up, her expression becoming more agitated.

 

'What are we going to do?' she said finally.

 

'What do you mean?' he asked, his brain not working properly yet.

 

'What about my mom?' she said with a sob. 'What are we going to do?'

 

Mike's eyes opened wide in understanding and then he frowned. He sat up himself and stared at the floor while he tried to think.

 

'What are we going to tell her?' she said, the tears now running freely down her face. 'I can't just tell her that we had sex. I never want her to find out!'

 

Mike looked at Jennie and nodded slowly.

 

'Yes you're right,' he said. 'We can't tell her.'

 

Jennie sighed with relief and then looked at the floor herself for awhile. After a long time she looked up again.

 

'Does this mean we can never do this again?' she said sadly.

 

Mike frowned once more and then shook his head.

 

'No, I don't think so,' he said. 'I don't see any reason for us not to be able to do this again; just so long as your mom never finds out.'

 

Jennie smiled brightly and hugged him tight.

 

'Good!' she said excitedly. 'I was hoping you'd say that!'

f a n t a s y ( i )

 

 

Jenna's heart was beating wildly as she looked through the microscope. The magnified cells collided madly into each other on the glass slide. Her breath quickened as she realised the significance of what she was looking at. Jenna removed the slide and inserted another from her samples. The results were similar.

"Oh God! Oh wow!" Jenna mumbled softly to herself. "I've isolated it. Now I only have to test it."

Dr Jenna Sinclair had spent the last 3 years of her life working on this project and now she was finally close to fruition. At 30 years of age, she was one of the younger scientists working here and definitely the youngest with a Doctorate. Jenna had always been fascinated with Biology and it had seemed like the logical choice to major in it at university.

She excelled at the University of London and even before graduation she was offered a place at Cambridge to do her Masters and then her Doctorate.

 

Almost as soon as she finished her Thesis, at age 28, she had been offered a position as a research fellow in the prestigious SimBioTech Corp in America. Her work focused on physiology, in particular the different enzymes in blood and the differences or similarities between different animals and humans.

It was during the course of this study that she had stumbled onto something. Something that she had worked on in her own time and that had taken up a large chunk of her life. She had kept it a secret from the other researchers. It was mainly due to this secrecy that she was forced to work long hours, to ensure she was alone and away from prying eyes.

Jenna labelled the test tubes and placed them inside her own secure receptacle. Each scientist had their own secure storage area to prevent contamination of their work as well as to ensure a certain amount of propriety.

 

Although each scientist would be credited for their own work, it was a condition of their contract that ultimately SimBioTech would maintain first rights to any new discovery or enhancement.

She took a deep breath as she placed a syringe into one of the test tubes and withdrew 5ml of liquid. She capped the syringe and unscrewed the needle before screwing a sealing cap back on to the syringe. She then slipped it into her coat pocket. Jenna sealed her receptacle and then picking up her briefcase, walked briskly out of the lab.

 

Her heart beat a little faster as she hoped the security sensors wouldn't pick up the syringe in her pocket. She calmed down a little as she remembered she had removed the metal needle so there was no way the sensors would pick up on plastic. 

The only risk was the chance of a full body search and no researcher had suffered the ignominy of that had in the two years she had worked at SimBioTech. Her breath and hearbeat finally returned to normal as she walked out of the sliding doors of the facility and into her car. She noticed she was sweating slightly and Jenna turned up the air-conditioning as she drove home.

Jenna's mind was working overtime as she drove, thinking about the possibilities she may have unlocked. Yet the biggest question was how the enzymes would work on a human. It may have no effect. Worse still, it could have disastrous effects. That was why she had decided that she would have to be the test subject. She would test out her discovery on herself and she would bear whatever consequences it brought. Good or bad.

Her thoughts took a breather as she turned into her house. Quickly she made her way upstairs and removed the syringe from her pocket. She stared at it and felt her heart beat quicken again. Carefully she placed the syringe on the table before throwing off her clothes and heading into the shower.

She felt her tight and tired muscles relax as the warm needles of water pounded her. She luxuriated in the warmth of the water as she soaped herself, feeling the grime and dirt of the day wash off her. Jenna squatted down and relaxed her bladder, feeling the wave of release as her urine sprayed out.

 

She watched the dark yellow liquid flow along the floor and wrinkled her nose as the strong smell of her urine wafted up. The colour and smell was an obvious sign that she hadn't been drinking enough water. She made a mental note to consume more water as she soaped her vaginal lips, washing away her urine and collected secretions from the day.

Towelling herself dry, she stood in front of the mirror. "Dr. Sinclair. Dr. Jenna Sinclair." She said softly to herself as she looked at her reflection. "Too brainy for the hunks and too sexy for the geeks." That had been the story of her life. At 5'7" and 120 lbs, Jenna cut a very attractive figure.

 

She had been a gymnast at school and she still worked out regularly. She smiled as she remembered how, when she was in her prime, she could put her ankles behind her ears. Pity she was still a virgin then and didn't use it to her benefit. Jenna was still pretty lithe and flexible and she was sure if she tried, she could do it again. There just hadn't been a reason of late to have her legs in such a splayed position.

Her body was well proportioned, not like the gymnasts of today that had muscular upper bodies. Her breasts were firm and round and she was proud of her 34C bust. Her hips had just the right amount of flare to them and her butt was nice and tight.

 

Jenna turned this way and that as she admired herself. She noticed how pale her skin had become with all the indoor work and made another mental note to spend more time out in the sun.

She cast her eyes down to the table where the syringe was and she took a few deep breaths. Her breasts rose in time with her breaths and she sat down slowly. Jenna pulled her shoulder length, black hair away from her face and tied it into a pony tail. She sighed as she thought of the gravity of what she was going to do.

 

The fine hairs on her hands were bristling with nervousness as she picked up a cotton swab and cleaned the reverse side of her elbow with alcohol. She deftly picked up the syringe and popped the cover, screwing on a new needle on to it.

Jenna looked at herself again in the mirror. "This is it Jen." She said softly as she pushed the needle carefully into her arm and plunged the syringe, filling her vein