Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

A couple of weeks went by without incident and the term was nearing its’ end and getting close to Christmas. I was pleased, I’d managed to save enough money to get home (Pensacola) for the holidays. There was no luck on the female (adult) company front but I was friendly with the girls and I managed to keep my lust in check.

On Friday nights, most of the girls went home for the weekend but some stayed and I would occasionally see them in town of an evening. They were trusted to behave but the 10pm curfew was strictly enforced. Which meant that I was also effectively on curfew as it was my responsibility to check on the girls. This Friday, I was in the local pub and ordering my final drink at around 9. 30pm. I looked over into the lounge area and saw a face I recognised – none other than Simone. I wonder if she knew that she’d been the object of some of my fantasies lately?

She was flirting with some of the local guys but she was a sensible girl and I didn’t interfere. She didn’t see me but I sure saw her. She wore a tight black skirt, way too short and high heels over black nylons. She also wore a thin red top that showed she was no boy! She had lovely rounded breasts and very slight bumps showed where her nipples were ready to rise. Her hair was piled on her head and her neck looked so inviting. I leant on the bar and gazed at this vision. I was not the only one! Most of the guys in the bar were sneaking glimpses as well. I smiled to myself when I thought of how I’d spanked her – I wondered what some of these guys might pay to have that privilege!

I left just before ten and headed home. Simone was still in the pub and I was halfway expecting to see her run past me to get back before curfew. But I reached the house and stood at the doorway looking at the night sky until the church clock struck ten. I went inside and sat by my door, listening.

At 10. 40pm, I heard the door open and heels click on the stone floor. I opened my door quickly and Simone froze as she saw me. I walked towards her and stood directly in front of her. It was cold outside and her nipples looked delicious. “Simone, do you have an explanation for your lateness?” I asked. She smiled at first and then looked down – she knew she was in trouble. “No Sir” was all she said. “I think you need to be disciplined, don’t you?” She nodded and walked into my room.

I watched her bum as she walked. Shit, but this was a sexy girl. I closed the door and she stood in the middle of my room, looking downcast. “To make matters worse,” I began “You’ve been drinking tonight”. She quickly turned and stammered out “No. It was only coke, honest” And stopped when she saw the smirk on my face. She knew she been caught out again. Double trouble!. She returned with “I thought it was you in the pub, you should have come over and we could have talked”. I said that she looked busy with all of the guys around her and her face fell into a sly smile and she said “Yes, but none of them are real men, are they?” and she looked deep into my eyes.

I broke away from her gaze and sternly said that she had broken the rules and must be punished. What happened next seemed to be almost in slow motion. She turned away from me and looked back over her shoulder never once letting her eyes leave mine. She said, very softly and slowly, “Well, go ahead” and she pulled the hem of her skirt up over her ass and bent forwards a little. Jesus, I nearly came on the spot!

She was wearing black hold-up stockings and a thin black G-string. I stood open mouthed looking at this slut in front of me not even considering that she was only 16 years old. My eyes followed the curves of her legs and the line of the stockings down to her high-heeled stilettos. Shit, but she was fuckable. She interrupted my thoughts by saying “I can see your friend agrees” and I saw her eyes move to my crotch. I was so stiff a cat couldn’t scratch it!

I quickly turned away from her and said “Simone, you’re improperly dressed and it’s very late – go to your room and we’ll sort this out tomorrow”. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her stand upright and turn towards me.

I watched her almost sway over to me and my cock twitched as her skirt fell back into place hiding her treasures. She smiled as she saw me look at her legs. “Older men go for legs and particularly stockings, don’t they?” she asked rhetorically. “The boys can’t keep their hands off my boobs but the older men like to see legs” and by the time she’d finished she was standing only a foot in front of me. Before I could speak she spoke softly herself and said “I made Dad’s business partner come by just letting him rub my legs when I was wearing stockings, you know”. My mouth just opened and closed like a fish.

Of all the women I’d seen in the strip joints of Reno and other places, none of them exuded as much sexuality as this girl standing in front of me now – and she knew it! She leant closer to me so that her full, red lips were only six inches away from mine and said “Of course, he preferred it when I sucked him off”. I pulled away. “Enough Simone, go to your room now” I said sternly but I wondered if she could hear the slight tremble in my voice. She pushed her bottom lip out and looked sulky and said “Oh, can’t we have some fun together. There’s only Ella upstairs and she’s always asleep by ten, and it’s eleven now.”

Images of this girl blowing my cock and riding me until I came flooded my mind. I could almost feel my willpower crumbling. I was asking questions of myself like ‘who would know’ and ‘just once should be o. k.’ but the memories of being out of work and the possibility of prosecution snapped me back into reality. “No Simone. You still deserve to be punished, even more so now. Perhaps I should let Miss Archer take care of you” I threatened.

Her face lost its’ lightness as though I’d physically slapped her. She knew the game was over. She turned and headed for the door but before leaving she said “Think of me next time you wank off – I know I’ll be thinking of you…” and she pulled the hem of her skirt up to reveal her stocking top one more time. And with that she left.

I sighed deeply as I stood and looked down at my aching cock. I wondered how angry he was with me. If he had a voice would he be saying ‘but think of that sweet little pussy!’. I sat on the bed and managed to resist for a full two minutes before I slid down my trousers and stroked my cock. I closed my eyes and thought directly of Simone. The picture of her standing straight-legged but bent forwards with her stockings exposed. I came within a minute and grunted deeply. I thought I heard a noise by the door and I quickly tidied myself away. I went to the door and opened it quickly but there was nothing happening. I also thought I heard heels clicking on the landing upstairs.