All Chapters of DIRTY PAGES (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The day seemed to drag on as most of the morning and then the early afternoon was filled with lectures and PowerPoints. It had been some time since I sat through a college lecture and I had forgotten how boring they could be. When we took a mid-afternoon break, I snuck back to the room, slipped on my suit and headed off to the pool.Some of the employees from the seminar had organized a trip to a nearby Seafood Restaurant for dinner but I decided to chill out by the pool. The beers went down easy in the hot sun. I struck up a conversation with a couple on vacation, enjoying small talk, as I relaxed at the resort. I grabbed a burger listening to a guitar player entertaining the small crowd which had gathered in the outside bar.It was then I saw Blake apparently coming back from dinner. It was a real contrast with me in a swimsuit and a t-shirt and Blake in a nice pair of dress slacks and a polo. He sat down and ordered a scotch from the waitress inquiring about my day.W

I did as he asked without thinking as I felt a warm wet finger pressing against my puckered asshole. Blake pulled his finger away and coated it with spit from his mouth and placed it again at the entrance to my ass. Pushing gently, it entered slowly.No one had ever explored my ass as Blake worked his finger in and around, continuing to suck on my nipple. "Stroke your cock boy. Jack it off for me," Blake urged.Blake slid up. I had my eyes closed and was unprepared when I felt his lips on mine. I couldn't believe he was kissing me. My lips were tight against his as he licked my lips, running his tongue along them. My lips and eyes both were tightly closed. I didn't want to do this. I couldn't believe I was doing this. And then it happened, his tongue prying between my clenched lips. My lips parting slightly as his tongue pushed through, exploring my yielding mouth, finally resigned, allowing him to kiss me.Here I was laying across the bed, another man kissing me, finger

Sitting in class after lunch was almost a waste. My thoughts kept going back to the last twenty-four hours. It was hard for me to fathom that this time yesterday my last thoughts were I'd be some guy's playmate. But here I was and I couldn't get my mind off what we had done – what I had done.As wrong as I knew it was, I simply couldn't erase the images of kneeling at Blake's feet, taking the last few drops of cum which dribbled off the head of his cock. I sat through the day's program but my mind was definitely somewhere else and immediately after the class broke up I headed upstairs.I waited in the room assuming Blake might come up. When he didn't I headed down to the bar and began to suck down some Grey Goose and tonics. Around ten and feeling no pain at all, I decided to turn in. I took the elevator to our room and opened up the patio glass door to get a great breeze. The warm salty ocean air filled the room as I slipped off my clothes, leaving just my briefs as I colla

The last two nights we roomed together we just shared the same bed. That last night, Blake had just fucked me from behind as we spooned in the bed. My ass had grown accustomed to his cock and this time rather than pull out, he left his dick buried up my backside as he wrapped his arms around me pulling me tightly into his body."Blake, tomorrow when I leave, did you mean that about coming down to see you? I mean is that something you just said?" I inquired."No, I meant it. Now that I've had that little pussy of yours, I expect to get it often," he said softly."Pussy?" I shot back."Yea, your little pussy. That little boy pussy of yours. The pussy you gave up to me. It's mine now," he explained. "I have an ass, yours is a little boy pussy.""Well...what do I say. I mean what do I do about Laurie. I mean, what if she asks what I'm doing? Where I'm going?" I inquired."Bring her too boy. Bring her down to see me. Both of you," he chuckled.I pulled away an

"Stand up," her father ordered, interrupting her thoughts.She obediently slipped off the bed to stand on wobbly legs, her face remaining downcast."Look at me," he growled.She timidly lifted her eyes, but was only able to meet his gaze for a brief second before her nerves made them drop to the floor again."Fuckin' look at me!" He insisted.The anger in his voice surprised her almost as much as the fact that he swore at her, something he'd never done before. He'd always been firm with her, but not strict. And she knew he hated it when she wouldn't look him in the eye. But even that had never angered him like this.Something told her that his handling of her was going to change.She just didn't know to what extreme.Raising her eyes again, she forced herself to hold his seething gaze, wishing her hair was loose so her eyes would be partially obscured by her bangs."You might be eighteen, but you are still my daughter," he growled. "Graduation's o