Dirty Stories: Sinful Secrets
Erotic Tales
Published by E Z Lay at Smashwords
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by E Z Lay
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Author's note: All characters depicted in these works of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Dirty Stories: Sinful Secrets
Erotic Tales
Comprises of the following five stories:
Quickie: with the Pizza Delivery Boy!
by Lillian Snow
Sex Tourist: The Thai Temptress
by Will Banger
Quickie: with the Horny Hitchhiker!
by Lillian Snow
Quickie: with the Busty Babysitter!
by Lillian Snow
Lesbian Lover: Rachelle
by Will Banger
Chapter One - Quickie: with the Pizza Delivery Boy
by Lillian Snow
“I've had it with cheating men!” cried Sarah into her cell phone.
Her friend, Tina, who was on the receiving end of this declaration, tried to calm her down. “Oh, Sarah, honey,” she said. “They're not all bad. Some of them are genuinely cowed enough to know they shouldn't mess with alpha females like us.”
Neither woman felt such a statement was close to the truth, but it certainly helped Sarah a little to think it was. At least for the moment. Was she ready to give up on men all together?
Sarah paced her apartment living room. “I don't care to find out anymore. So many games, so many lies. A woman can't get anything honest from someone who owns a penis. They just can't be trusted.”
She had reason to be angry. Carl, her boyfriend... ex-boyfriend... had just admitted to her, not fifteen minutes ago, that he had been unfaithful to her for the last two months of their relationship. With some waitress at a bar he frequented.
The coward had told her over the phone, too. He didn't have the nerve, or the balls, to tell her to her face. She would have liked to have punched him! Or at least scratched his eyes out.
Tina continued to try and calm her friend down. “Yeah, they're scum. They can't be trusted. Maybe you should just, I dunno, maybe take a break from serious relationships for a little bit. I know this just happened and all, but maybe this was for the best.”
Sarah had paced into the bedroom and caught her reflection in the closet mirror. She was still in a bathrobe, having showered in preparation for going out with Carl that evening. She gave her body an appraising once over. She was hot dammit! Why would any man in his right mind even entertain the idea of screwing around behind her back? Especially this lovely back! She turned and lifted up the robe exposing a very firm, and pleasantly shaped, tear drop ass.
No more of this honey-dew for him!
“I know, I know,” Sarah said. “It just hurts. I thought we had something truly meaningful. But I guess it wasn't meaningful enough.” She gave her own ass a smack and was pleased that it barely shook. “Maybe I should just pick up some random piece of meat at the bar and screw the hell out of it.”
“Yes!” Tina shouted. “Nothing better than cheap meaningless sex with a stranger to help you get through times of trouble.”
Just then the downstairs buzzer rang.
“Who's that?” asked Tina.
“Oh, shoot. I forgot I ordered a pizza.” Carl had called her right after she had placed it. She buzzed in whoever it was without answering.
“Wait a second, sister,” said Tina, conspiratorially. “What if he's a hunk?”
Sarah scoffed. “No, it's always this little fat guy who smells of sweat and cheese.”
“You should do him!”
“No way!” Sarah shuddered. Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.
“Or, it could be someone different. A moonlighting underwear model.”
Sarah's brow furrowed. “Wow, you have quite the imagination. Well, if that were the case, he'd get one hell of a tip outta me, tonight.”
“That a girl!” cried Tina.
Sarah was only half joking. It would take a lot to get her to indulge in a casual quickie with a stranger.
There was a knock at the door. Sarah took a moment to look herself over in the living room mirror. The robe hung half open, so she synched it closed. It accentuated her voluptuous breasts. Her muscular legs were bare for all to see. The robe only just covered her ass. She hadn't put on any underwear after she finished showering, and there certainly wasn't any time now to put some on.
I do look damn sexy, though, she thought to herself. At least mister chubby from the pizza place will get a little bit of an eye full.
While she walked to the door, Tina was chanting in the phone, “Hot sex! Hot sex! Hot sex!”
Sarah could only roll her eyes. As if.
She peered through the peek hole.
A tall dashing hunk of a man was standing out there. Holding a pizza box. Her pizza box.
“Uh,” was all Sarah was able to say.
Tina immediately pounced. “What? WHAT?!”
Sarah found herself whispering, her eye glued to the hole, drinking in the beefcake outside. “It's not the usual guy. He's...” Gorgeous.
“So? Is he handsome, or just handsome enough?” asked Tina, intrigued with her friend's change of tone. “Either will do for now.”
Sarah realized she had been staring at him entirely too long. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The peephole view did not do this walking Greek God justice. Tall, chiseled features, and perfectly muscled, he gave Sarah a pearly white smile.
“Hi,” he said. “Did you order a pizza?”
Sarah was momentarily speechless. She was also alarmed to feel a dampness grow between her upper thighs.
“Yeah,” she managed to stammer smiling, still a little shocked. She stepped back, letting him inside. She closed the door behind him.
She had forgotten her cell phone was in her free hand, until she dimly heard Tina cry out: “Do him! Screw his brains out! Give him a tip he'll never forget!”
Sarah quickly hung up. The delivery boy... man... stud, crooked a questioning eyebrow. She managed not to blush. “My friend wants pizza, too,” she finally said, and immediately felt ridiculous.
He continued smiling politely, “Our pizza has that effect on folks.” His eyes were an incredible piercing blue, and they glanced down at her robe, and then at her legs before quickly returning to her eyes again.
She was surprised to find herself thrilled at this.
“You're not the usual delivery boy.”
“Oh, you probably get Andrew,” his voice was deep, confident. The kind you wouldn't mind having whispering instructions in your ear. “He called in sick so I had to pick up the slack.”
She nodded, dully. This guy was a lot to take in. She suddenly found herself wondering just how much that would be, and in how many positions. “I've never seen you before. Are you new there?”
“New? Oh, more than that. I'm the owner.”
She looked down at the company name on the pizza box. It said Mike's Pizza Shack. “You're Mike?” she said, incredulous.
“The big boss man himself,” he said with a confident grin.
She found she was most definitely hungry, now. And no longer just for pizza.
She was struck with a strong impulse and felt an overwhelming urge to act on it. Tina was right. Meaningless sex with a stranger could be exactly what she needs right now. Especially with this particular handsome stranger.
“Oh, uh, please bring it in the living room,” she said, walking away from him. He more or less had to follow. As she turned she sneaked a look at his wedding finger. Barren.
Good.
She also noted his eyes fell on her butt as she talked to him over her shoulder.
“Right over there, please,” she pointed at the big coffee table which was between the couch and the easy chair.
Mike gave a short nod to her as he passed. She inhaled his wake as he did so, and liked the hint of his cologne, and the slight tinge of sweat. Most likely from working hard most of the night.
She yearned to make him sweat some more.
He placed the box on the table, and as he turned toward her, she quickly undid her robes, and let them fall to the floor. She put her hands on her curby hips and bent a knee slighting for enticing emphasis.
He froze, eyes locked on her naked form. She was sexy as all hell, and she could see he thought the same.
“Well, Mike of the Pizza Shack,” she said, with fire in her eyes, and a seductive
tone in her voice. “I have a way I can pay you properly for that pizza.”
His jaw dropped, and his eyes roved over her. He was appropriately shell shocked, and took several moments to compose himself.
Who could blame him?
“I, uh...” he stammered.
Deciding to take her initiative even further she didn't want him to have to decide on his own. She walked forward, breasts jiggling hypnotically, and grabbed at his t-shirt. He only flinched just slightly, as if his brain was only now catching up with unfolding events, but he smiled and yielded.
He chuckled and raised his arms so she could pull the it off of him.
His chest did not disappoint. Ridged muscles lined his body and stomach. His pectorals were the size of dinner plates and his arms were hard as tempered steel, and almost as thick as her own thighs.
Sarah ran her hands over his barrelled chest. “You lift a lot of heavy pizzas to get a body like that?” she asked teasingly.
“Something like that,” he said. His hands rubbed her shoulders, and up and down her arms. Then he cupped her ample breasts, squeezing them. She found his hands were calloused and strong, just the way she liked them.
She grabbed at his belt and undid it with a playful grunt. He smiled and let her work at it. When unbuckled, she unzipped his fly, then squatted down in front of him, pulling his pants down. She managed to work them to his hips, and with one final tug, yanked them down to his knees.
It was then that a huge dick popped out of them, partially engorged. The sudden motion of the pants had freed this large piece of meat from its lair, and it swung out and hit her in the side of the nose.
“Oh, my God!” She gasped. He smiled down at her. She blinked in astonishment. “I don't remember ordering this!” She giggled, amazed.
“It's a side special. For hot, sexy customers only,” he said.
She pulled off his shoes, and then aided him in removing his pants from his ankles. She then turned her attention to the now large erect penis in front of her, demanding attention.
Grabbing it eagerly, she stroking it up and down, marvelling at its thickness, and heft. Stealing her courage, she then put it in her mouth, and started to suck. It was large, but she had managed this size before.
Mike sighed with the sudden feel of her warm wet mouth on his prick, and the feel of her lips moving up and down his shaft. Because of his size, the sound of her slurping and occasional gagging was more prominent.
Up and down she worked him. Long minutes of concentrated effort, with her mouth made his dick glisten with her spit, creating a slight foam at its base. Some spit eventually dribbled down to his balls to dangle there in an elastic string.
Satisfied she had properly welcomed him into her home, she leaned back a bit for a breather, and gasped.
She motioned to the easy chair, “Sit down. I have an idea.”
“I like your ideas so far,” he said with wide appreciative eyes. He did as he was told.
She flipped open the pizza box, exposing the steaming contents. As she tried to pick at a ring of green pepper she squealed girlishly from its heat. Finding one that suited her needs, she turned towards him, and his eyes widened at what she had in mind.
Gingerly, she broke it at one point, then wrapped the green pepper around the base of his thick cock. Because he was so well shaved, it rested against his skin and he hissed slightly, but not with great pain.
“You okay?” she asked coyly.
“Oh, yeah,” he said through gritted teeth. “I knew my pizza's were hot but not this hot.”
She grinned up at him, then swirled her tongue around his prick. She took his dick in her mouth, and slowly worked her way down his length, occasionally pausing to wiggle her head back and forth to help it past the hook at the back of her throat. He gasped, as her tongue poked out of the bottom of her gaping mouth. His girth had forced her mouth wide, stretching her lips around him. Spittle gathered in sticky strands at the corners.
With amazing patience, she neither gagged, or pulled back. She gazed up at him with big eyes, and her tongue prodded the green pepper until she managed to catch it. Then, very slowly, she slid back up his length, green pepper in tow.
Sucking him at the tip, the green pepper dangled from her mouth. Then she leaned back, plucking it in her fingers and smiling at him triumphantly.
“Impressive!” He said, laughing. “My turn to do a trick.”
He eased her up off her knees, and had her sit in the easy chair, this time. She spread her legs by hooking her knees over the arms, exposing her very well shaved, and very wet pussy to him. She rubbed at her clit playfully.
“Do as you please, delivery boy,” she said while teething the tip of one of her fingers.
“Oh, I will,” he returned. With one finger he dipped into the tomato sauce of the pizza. Careful to get enough, he then slowly spread it around her pussy, smearing it completely with sauce.