This excerpt is from “Photo Finish” from my anthology of short fiction called Not Safe for Work. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. In this story, our innocent but willing heroine is being seduced by one sexy bastard.
He slid his hand up her back, under her long, dark hair to the bare skin of her neck. Her eyes closed and she exhaled as he ran his hands over the soft spot, goosebumps rising on her arms. “You’re really beautiful,” he said in a low voice, leaning in to nuzzle gently on her ear. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
She turned and sought his mouth hungrily, her sweet, full lips open and seeking his. He kissed her passionately, letting his lips tease hers and seeking her tongue with his own. “You’re making it very hard for me to be professional,” he said, his voice a half-whisper between kisses.
He felt her hand slide down between his legs and feel for him, and he shifted his hips so that his erection was more prominent. He moaned softly as her hands caressed him through his jeans. He ran a hand over one of her full breasts, cupping it gently and running his thumb over her hard nipple. It was her turn to moan as he skillfully manipulated the hard point, causing her to squirm in her seat and increase her fumblings in his crotch.
She managed to get his button open and was tugging at his zipper. His cock jerked with anticipation at her touch, and he forced himself to concentrate on her and not yank her inexperienced hands out of the way. He wanted to sigh with relief when he felt the zipper finally give way. Her hand was on him, grasping his shaft through his underwear. He put his hand on top of hers and looked into her eyes.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said, not meaning a word of it.
“I want to,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
He smiled. “I just hope you’re not disappointed.”
Eagerly, Andie freed his cock from its cotton restraint. As her hands slipped around his cock and stroked him, he moaned with pleasure, half at the delightful sensation of feeling a beautiful woman stroking his rod, and in part at how ridiculously well the “I hope I’m big enough to satisfy you” gambit always worked.
He continued to kiss her and fondle her breasts, slipping his hand up under her shirt and sliding her big tits out of her bra. He pulled on her sensitive nipples, making her moan in a most satisfying way. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he said, his voice playfully light. “Because you’re driving me absolutely wild.”
Andie smiled at him, the words catching in her throat as he continued kneading the soft flesh in his hands and kissing her over and over. “You’re my first.”
Eric nearly shot his load in her hands.
“I don’t really know if I’m doing this right,” she confessed, looking into his eyes.
He reassured her, first. “It feels so good, baby,” Eric said, and it wasn’t a lie.
“I want to make you…you know…” she began, haltingly.
He forced himself not to sigh or roll his eyes. Again, with the stammering. But there was plenty of time to get her to begging for his cock using all the dirtiest words she could imagine. For now, it was all about getting that sweet mouth around his dick.
Eric took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “You’re amazing,” he said, “and your mouth is so soft. Maybe if you kissed me…down there.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson again, and for a second he thought he’d overplayed his hand. “But only if you want to,” he added. “I want this to be all about you.”
He watched her reticence crumble as she slid off her seat and knelt between his thighs. He spread them slightly and adjusted himself so that his cock was out and she could get all of it in her hands. He twined his fingers in her shiny curls, cradling her head and whispering words of encouragement. “I want you so much,” he told her as she put her lips on the swollen purple head, his throat tightening slightly at the thrill of it. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
She opened her mouth and took him in, tasting her first cock. He gently stroked her hair, fighting the urge to shove her head down onto him and fuck her mouth properly. There would be plenty of time for that, too. “Oh, baby,” he said, “it feels so good when you suck it like that.” And like magic, she responded, sucking harder and taking him deeper into her mouth. “Oh, God,” he said, meaning it.
For a novice, Andie threw herself into her first blow job with gusto. A simple murmur of direction from him–“Stroke it…yeah…oh, just like that”–and she followed, as easily as she had taken direction in front of the lens, and she was becoming as adept at giving head as she was showing her cunt for his camera. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine what it would be like shooting her while they fucked. The idea alone was enough to cause the cum to boil up from his balls, and with a grunt, he shot his load into her mouth.
To her credit, she handled the unexpected mouthful of cum well, swallowing most of it and only allowing a trickle of it to escape her lips and run down her chin. When he caught his breath a bit, he scooped his arms around her waist and pulled her up onto his lap, wiping the bit of his jizz off her chin with his thumb. “That was so fantastic,” he said, nuzzling her tits and fondling her freely. “Before I take you home, I’m going to make sure you know how much I appreciate you doing that for me.”
He opened her jeans with all the practiced skill that she lacked. In one swift move, her zipper was wide open and his hand was buried inside her soaked panties, seeking her warm cunt. His fingers slipped inside her pussy, stroking her slippery clit and causing her to moan almost instantly. His mouth was on her large tits, sucking those big, rosy nipples and teasing them in his teeth. She humped against his hand, rubbing herself on him like a bitch in heat, and he fingered her skillfully, his fingers working her slit the way he’d worked so many before her.
He pressed his fingers deeper and deeper inside the tight confines of her pants, wriggling his fingers into her virgin tightness with every one of her thrusts. With a cry, her cunt let down a flow of hot, musky fluid over his hand as she came with her second explosive climax of the day. She shuddered around his fingers, throbbing and moaning and clutching him. “That’s right, baby,” he whispered. “Hang on to me. I’m not going to let you go.”
Does Eric turn out to be her Prince Charming? You can read the whole story along with five other pieces of erotic short fiction in Not Safe for Work, available for the Kindle, the Nook, and in paperback.