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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,807
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people or places is purely coincidental.
You've Got Mail
Chapter 1: You've Got Mail
Edward looked forward to coming home after work on weekdays. Since they had moved into their own house over a year ago, his little sister had claimed the kitchen as hers, and her cooking skills have vastly improved. Gone were the days they used to eat straight out of store-bought cans. Shana loved to cook, and Edward was her favorite guinea pig.
As he turned his second-hand Camaro into the driveway, the unlit kitchen windows reminded him that there would be no fancy dinner that night. Shana was away on a hiking trip with some of her high school girlfriends. Shana was already in her second year of college, and although her sometimes over-protective big brother wasn't happy with the thought of a week in the mountains, she managed to persuade him to let her go on account of her not having seen this group of friends for so long. Also on the condition that his best friend accompany her as chaperone.
There was still some macaroni and cheese in the fridge, saving him the need to order out. He checked the day's mail: bills, bills, a birthday card (belated), and a white baronial envelope. The white envelope contaned a video disc, inocuously labeled Sweet Honey Ep. 1. He couldn't help but smirk. It was obviously a prank, maybe not a very good one at that. As for possible perpetrators, more than a few names came into mind. He was suddenly grateful that Shana would not be back from her hiking trip for a few days yet.
He hadn't been with a woman in months, and tonight he wanted satisfaction. He was single now, but Edward had already had too many women in the past. In his twenty-eight years, he had only two long-lasting relationships, with the the last one ending terribly--the girl had died in a freak accident--more than four years ago and he hasn't courted a woman since. Edward was quite good-looking, and he knew it. The son of a Latino father, he had brown hair and brown eyes. His harsh childhood gave him a strong countenance and a strong body that made the ladies melt. As a rising star in management at a prestigious financial institution, he'd had some women literally throw themselves at him. None of those relationships ever lasted more than a week; no one it seems could ever satisfy him, and he had stopped looking.
He put the disc in the drive, switched on the TV. Before playing it, he decided that a bath was first in order. He didn't like ...watching movies... while dirty. He took his time in the bathroom, enjoying a luxurious warm shower, and went back to the living room wrapped only in a towel. The living room was bathed in the soft light of sunset, his perfect time of watching these kinds of movies. He took out a special backup movie from his secret stash, in case the prank turned out to be a bad joke. When he had made himself comfortable on the long sofa, he hit the play button.
It was a decidedly odd movie, as far as porn goes. Other than the standard disclaimer that "Any and all persons involved in this film are 18 years or older," there was no title, no fancy credits whatsoever. The first two minutes had nothing but a black screen. He knew it was still playing, because there were some breathing noises in the background, and the soft, high pitch of a female voice whispering could be heard now and then. He couldn't quite make-out what she was saying, so he leaned forward as he turned the volume up slightly.
The screen faded in to show a girl sitting on a wooden stool. The only light in the room came from a lampshade, so he couldn't make out her face well, but he could see that she was blindfolded. She wasn't tied up, but sitting comfortably with her hands at her sides. She was tanned and had longish dark hair that fell in waves across her shoulders. She was fully-clothed in a white blouse and plaid miniskirt with matching tie--a typical sailor uniform.
A modulated voice (offscreen) started speaking. "You've been a bad girl," it said. Edward found the modulated voice rather odd, but he shrugged it off. He only hoped there wasn't gonna be spanking in this one--BDSM wasn't really his thing--but porn was porn and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Bad girls must be punished," the voice continued in a mock-menacing manner. Edward rolled his eyes at the amateurishness. He briefly thought of muting the TV, but the girl's voice thankfully wasn't modulated, and he wanted to hear more of her moans.
The voice's owner finally appeared, his back to the camera. The man was shirtless, but wore long demim pants and a leather belt. He wasted no time, unceremoniously ripping the girl's blouse open and revealing the creamy skin underneath. She was definitely athletic--even in the dim light, Edward could see that her abdominal muscles were slightly toned, but not muscular. Maybe this wasn't a totally amateur flick, if they found a decent girl to star in it. The man gently rubbed the girl's stomach, making her gasp, before pulling up her pink bra and exposing her breasts.
Edward started stroking himself. Nice body, he thought, nice tits. Whoever sent him this video knew his tastes. In spite of the school uniform, the girl's breasts were too grown-up to belong to any real high school kid. They were big enough to just barely overflow out of the man's cupped hands, who started kneading them gently. The girl moaned as rough fingers teased her smallish nipples, making Edward's member twitch with desire. He wondered if Stacy--his blonde officemate who'd been pulling the moves on him recently--was as sexy as the woman on his TV. He fleetingly wondered why he hadn't had a fling with her yet, despite her obviously sexual advances, but he quickly chased the thought of Stacy away. He didn't want to think about the office or about romance. For him, as for any man, romance was nothing but a prelude to sex, and right now he really wanted to get into the sex already.
The man had exchanged his fingers with his mouth, and the camera zoomed into the breast that was being wantonly suckled. Edward groaned, remembering the last time he had tasted a woman's breasts, milky soft skin he wanted to bite into. The man on TV didn't know or didn't want to use his teeth, as Ed would've done in his place, instead rolling his tongue over and around a hardened bud, thoroughly coating it with saliva.
The man started kissing the skin on the girl's stomach, slowly moving downwards. He trailed his tongue over her stomach, then her abdomen, while at the same time stroking the smooth skin of her thighs. He pushed her skirt up, revealing her white panties, and then pushed her legs apart. Someone trained a spotlight onto between the girls's legs, showing that she had a small stain of arousal on her panties. With two fingers, he started stroking the stain, spreading the wetness. He then slid her panty aside, and the camera zoomed in to focus on her pussy.
A virgin? Edward groaned. They obviously made it a point to show her hymen to the camera. He was breathing heavily now, his member fully erect. He had taken no less than two virgins when he was a teenager. Virgins were the best, their cunts the tightest, but virgins were just damn rare these days. He stroked faster, rubbing his balls between every few strokes. The man on TV was an expert with his tongue, making the girl moan huskily as he gave her pussy long, slow licks. Her groans only grew louder as the man started concentrating on her now-swollen bud, suckling her clit as he did her nipples. The muscles on her thighs started shuddering involuntarily as the man used his teeth, alternately licking and gently biting her clit. He put two fingers onto her labia, and started rubbing her folds in time with his minstrations on her clittoris. He tentatively started pulling her folds apart, gently so as not to break her hymen. The girl moaned even louder, and Edward groaned again.
Oh, god, how he wanted pussy right now. As the man's index and middle finger played with the girl's pussy, his little finger started poking into the cute pink asshole. The girl was so wet that her juices had already flowed down into her sphincter muscles, making the penetration easier. She started bucking into the man's mouth, her moans continuous and tortured. Edward could tell that she was already close to coming. "Ah, please--please!!" the girl started begging.
Edward stroked himself faster now, anticipating the release. He was also very close. God, they haven't even started fucking yet, he thought, but months of pent-up sexual frustration meant he needed very little to push him over the edge. That the girl was just his type didn't help either. The man shoved his tongue into the girl's lovehole, and she came with a loud scream. Edward stroked himself faster, and in seconds, he shot his load as well.
"Well, Edward, was she good? I hope you enjoyed this episode as much as I certainly did," The man kept his back to the camera, making sure his face would not be seen as it zoomed out. "We're not done with her, Eddie. Not by a long shot. There's still an hour of footage left on this video, and by the time you get this, we'll already be shooting well into episode three."
Edward stood up abruptly, staring at the screen in horror. The girl had a gun barrel trained onto her head. He could clearly recognize her now as his sister, Shana.
Edward looked forward to coming home after work on weekdays. Since they had moved into their own house over a year ago, his little sister had claimed the kitchen as hers, and her cooking skills have vastly improved. Gone were the days they used to eat straight out of store-bought cans. Shana loved to cook, and Edward was her favorite guinea pig.
As he turned his second-hand Camaro into the driveway, the unlit kitchen windows reminded him that there would be no fancy dinner that night. Shana was away on a hiking trip with some of her high school girlfriends. Shana was already in her second year of college, and although her sometimes over-protective big brother wasn't happy with the thought of a week in the mountains, she managed to persuade him to let her go on account of her not having seen this group of friends for so long. Also on the condition that his best friend accompany her as chaperone.
There was still some macaroni and cheese in the fridge, saving him the need to order out. He checked the day's mail: bills, bills, a birthday card (belated), and a white baronial envelope. The white envelope contaned a video disc, inocuously labeled Sweet Honey Ep. 1. He couldn't help but smirk. It was obviously a prank, maybe not a very good one at that. As for possible perpetrators, more than a few names came into mind. He was suddenly grateful that Shana would not be back from her hiking trip for a few days yet.
He hadn't been with a woman in months, and tonight he wanted satisfaction. He was single now, but Edward had already had too many women in the past. In his twenty-eight years, he had only two long-lasting relationships, with the the last one ending terribly--the girl had died in a freak accident--more than four years ago and he hasn't courted a woman since. Edward was quite good-looking, and he knew it. The son of a Latino father, he had brown hair and brown eyes. His harsh childhood gave him a strong countenance and a strong body that made the ladies melt. As a rising star in management at a prestigious financial institution, he'd had some women literally throw themselves at him. None of those relationships ever lasted more than a week; no one it seems could ever satisfy him, and he had stopped looking.
He put the disc in the drive, switched on the TV. Before playing it, he decided that a bath was first in order. He didn't like ...watching movies... while dirty. He took his time in the bathroom, enjoying a luxurious warm shower, and went back to the living room wrapped only in a towel. The living room was bathed in the soft light of sunset, his perfect time of watching these kinds of movies. He took out a special backup movie from his secret stash, in case the prank turned out to be a bad joke. When he had made himself comfortable on the long sofa, he hit the play button.
It was a decidedly odd movie, as far as porn goes. Other than the standard disclaimer that "Any and all persons involved in this film are 18 years or older," there was no title, no fancy credits whatsoever. The first two minutes had nothing but a black screen. He knew it was still playing, because there were some breathing noises in the background, and the soft, high pitch of a female voice whispering could be heard now and then. He couldn't quite make-out what she was saying, so he leaned forward as he turned the volume up slightly.
The screen faded in to show a girl sitting on a wooden stool. The only light in the room came from a lampshade, so he couldn't make out her face well, but he could see that she was blindfolded. She wasn't tied up, but sitting comfortably with her hands at her sides. She was tanned and had longish dark hair that fell in waves across her shoulders. She was fully-clothed in a white blouse and plaid miniskirt with matching tie--a typical sailor uniform.
A modulated voice (offscreen) started speaking. "You've been a bad girl," it said. Edward found the modulated voice rather odd, but he shrugged it off. He only hoped there wasn't gonna be spanking in this one--BDSM wasn't really his thing--but porn was porn and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Bad girls must be punished," the voice continued in a mock-menacing manner. Edward rolled his eyes at the amateurishness. He briefly thought of muting the TV, but the girl's voice thankfully wasn't modulated, and he wanted to hear more of her moans.
The voice's owner finally appeared, his back to the camera. The man was shirtless, but wore long demim pants and a leather belt. He wasted no time, unceremoniously ripping the girl's blouse open and revealing the creamy skin underneath. She was definitely athletic--even in the dim light, Edward could see that her abdominal muscles were slightly toned, but not muscular. Maybe this wasn't a totally amateur flick, if they found a decent girl to star in it. The man gently rubbed the girl's stomach, making her gasp, before pulling up her pink bra and exposing her breasts.
Edward started stroking himself. Nice body, he thought, nice tits. Whoever sent him this video knew his tastes. In spite of the school uniform, the girl's breasts were too grown-up to belong to any real high school kid. They were big enough to just barely overflow out of the man's cupped hands, who started kneading them gently. The girl moaned as rough fingers teased her smallish nipples, making Edward's member twitch with desire. He wondered if Stacy--his blonde officemate who'd been pulling the moves on him recently--was as sexy as the woman on his TV. He fleetingly wondered why he hadn't had a fling with her yet, despite her obviously sexual advances, but he quickly chased the thought of Stacy away. He didn't want to think about the office or about romance. For him, as for any man, romance was nothing but a prelude to sex, and right now he really wanted to get into the sex already.
The man had exchanged his fingers with his mouth, and the camera zoomed into the breast that was being wantonly suckled. Edward groaned, remembering the last time he had tasted a woman's breasts, milky soft skin he wanted to bite into. The man on TV didn't know or didn't want to use his teeth, as Ed would've done in his place, instead rolling his tongue over and around a hardened bud, thoroughly coating it with saliva.
The man started kissing the skin on the girl's stomach, slowly moving downwards. He trailed his tongue over her stomach, then her abdomen, while at the same time stroking the smooth skin of her thighs. He pushed her skirt up, revealing her white panties, and then pushed her legs apart. Someone trained a spotlight onto between the girls's legs, showing that she had a small stain of arousal on her panties. With two fingers, he started stroking the stain, spreading the wetness. He then slid her panty aside, and the camera zoomed in to focus on her pussy.
A virgin? Edward groaned. They obviously made it a point to show her hymen to the camera. He was breathing heavily now, his member fully erect. He had taken no less than two virgins when he was a teenager. Virgins were the best, their cunts the tightest, but virgins were just damn rare these days. He stroked faster, rubbing his balls between every few strokes. The man on TV was an expert with his tongue, making the girl moan huskily as he gave her pussy long, slow licks. Her groans only grew louder as the man started concentrating on her now-swollen bud, suckling her clit as he did her nipples. The muscles on her thighs started shuddering involuntarily as the man used his teeth, alternately licking and gently biting her clit. He put two fingers onto her labia, and started rubbing her folds in time with his minstrations on her clittoris. He tentatively started pulling her folds apart, gently so as not to break her hymen. The girl moaned even louder, and Edward groaned again.
Oh, god, how he wanted pussy right now. As the man's index and middle finger played with the girl's pussy, his little finger started poking into the cute pink asshole. The girl was so wet that her juices had already flowed down into her sphincter muscles, making the penetration easier. She started bucking into the man's mouth, her moans continuous and tortured. Edward could tell that she was already close to coming. "Ah, please--please!!" the girl started begging.
Edward stroked himself faster now, anticipating the release. He was also very close. God, they haven't even started fucking yet, he thought, but months of pent-up sexual frustration meant he needed very little to push him over the edge. That the girl was just his type didn't help either. The man shoved his tongue into the girl's lovehole, and she came with a loud scream. Edward stroked himself faster, and in seconds, he shot his load as well.
"Well, Edward, was she good? I hope you enjoyed this episode as much as I certainly did," The man kept his back to the camera, making sure his face would not be seen as it zoomed out. "We're not done with her, Eddie. Not by a long shot. There's still an hour of footage left on this video, and by the time you get this, we'll already be shooting well into episode three."
Edward stood up abruptly, staring at the screen in horror. The girl had a gun barrel trained onto her head. He could clearly recognize her now as his sister, Shana.