All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

If you had asked me what my dream job would be, I wouldn't have told you it was to be the maid of some rich man. No. My dreams had led me down a path of adventure and romance. Freedom to travel and experience the world my mother so feared. I had hoped to escape her fragile portrait of a perfect family and home. And when I went to college I really believed I could one day live out the dreams my late night fantasies conjured up. And don't get me wrong I tried. I went to all my classes, made friends with all the interesting people, I did my assignments, albeit last minute, and even held down a part-time job in the bookshop outside campus. For a while everything looked bright and great. That was until my parents divorced, mom decided to open up enough credit cards in my name to send me into a lifetime of debt. So here I was, going against all wishes and dreams, leaving college and getting a big girl job.I squinted my eyes as I looked upon the sunlit mansion in front of me. The bus had dr

When I got back to Linda she was waiting for me with a folder in her hands. Without saying much she took me upstairs to a room with a double bed, dresser and mirror and my own private bathroom that had both a bath and a shower. My bags were already waiting for me there. The room was just temporary, somewhere I could relax and wash up before the second part of the interview took place.My way up the stairs and through the mansion passed by in a blur. I couldn't stop thinking of what had just happened, and what was yet to happen.My resting room was plain and boring. It wasn't that big, there was no TV, but the view outside was of a large pond with happy ducks sunbathing in the summer heat. Past the pond there was a clearing of trees. I watched the water illuminated by the sun trying to think of how I should prepare.First I decided on a shower. I would have had a bath if it wasn't so hot today. I loved baths, they were a luxury I dreamed of when I lived in that cramped studio apartment

His lips were full and soft, he didn't push me away as I half expected him to. His mouth opened immediately and he pushed his tongue into mine. I moaned into him, my hands leaving his muscular back and finding his hair.His body tensed up and I knew he was going to explode too. Greedily I wrapped my legs around his torso, unwilling to let him go. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing inside as he came. He left my mouth, instead burying his face into my neck.I hadn't looked into the mirror that blanketed us from above up until now. Finally I dared a peak. I could see just how well defied his back was. His muscular ass pounding me, my hands caught in his hair. When I caught a glimpse of my ecstasy ridden face I couldn't help but moan. This was the best sex I have ever had and I had only known this man for a few hours.He suddenly grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair around his arm as he slammed into me completely. A shudder run down his body."Aghhhh fuck." He held himself deep i

He stopped working his cock for a moment, and his hands moved over her bottom and spread her cheeks. He could see that her panties had a moist area over her pussy, and his finger, with a mind of its own, reached the damp spot and caressed the fabric that was so soft... so warm.Celeste was still in a dream world but could feel the caress; her arms moved on the bed, and she moaned again softly as she rolled onto her back.For Mike, those moans were an invitation, and falling into a trance, he couldn't help but pull the panties back slowly to reveal the source of that moistening substance. Unable to resist, and with his blood rising, he pulled her panties completely off, carelessly unconcerned if she woke up or not. Throwing them across the room to land on the cross, his eyes feasted on her naked cunt. He could see her pussy lips glistening and wondered just for a second what they would taste like. Spreading her legs, he leaned forward and licked once. She arched her back a moment, then

My whole life I've lived with my Grandpa. My name is Lorelei Woodson, but Grandpa calls me "Sugar." I am 19 years old, and I have completed 1 semester of a nursing program at County General Hospital.He is Norman Groves, 61, and more physically fit than men half his age. My father was killed while serving in the Marine Corps in Afghanistan when I was three months old. Mom, Grandpa's only child, was killed by a deranged drug dealer as she drove by the dealer's corner on the way to pick me up from Kinder Kastle Day Care two months after my father's funeral.Grandpa was my only living relative, his wife having expired from complications in giving birth to Mom. So naturally the State wanted him to take care of me. As a very successful importer of fine European wines and spirits that he sold all over the country, he had the money and the time to raise me, with help from his housekeeper. He was also a lawyer who seldom practiced, but kept up with the training to maintain his law license. An