I'm putting my story here because I need some input. I've been writing erotica for a long time, but I've never really let people read it. I know it's not the best out there, but I'd love to have your opinions on how it could improve.
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P.S. This story is only the first of a series of them. A teaser, if you will. A cliffhanger.
There will be more, if this one is enjoyed.
It's like foreplay that brings you to the brink of orgasm and back again without ever really giving you release, as far as erotica goes.
You've been warned.
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She had agreed to meet him on the terms that it was in a public place and he wouldn't ask her to leave with him. He had agreed to the terms and they set up a meeting in the mall. She was to wear a short skirt and no panties, knee-high boots and a button-up blouse. He said he'd find her and she needn't worry about what he would be wearing. So she did as he asked and found her way to the mall on the day they were supposed to meet, just a few minutes before the time they had arranged to find each other.
She sat on a bench and kept her legs crossed tightly; partly so that no one would be able to look up her skirt and see that she was wearing nothing beneath, and partly so that she could contain her shaking. She was overly excited and nervous and outright scared, but she felt that this was something she wanted to do, was ready to do, was willing to do.
In fact, it was something she
needed
to do.
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When he saw her, he almost gasped, he was so delighted. She was so fucking sexy, sitting there timidly in her slutty little skirt and tight blouse. He took in the boots and licked his lips slowly, imagining those boots perched on his shoulders as he...
He shook his head to take his mind off such thoughts. It was much too early in the game to get a hard-on.
He wanted to play this game his way and he wasn't satisfied that she wasn't wearing panties, so he called her cell-phone and watched, just a few feet away, as she opened her messenger bag and pulled it out, answering with a shy whisper: "Hello?"
"Hello, Elena. I see that you've made it here on time, in the clothes I asked for."
Her eyes widened and she looked around, trying to figure out which male in the crowd around her was the one on the phone with her. But the mall was heavily packed and everyone has a cell phone these days. Besides, he was on a pay phone, to ward off her wandering eyes. He had planned this out so perfectly, and he smiled as he watched her look around for him.
"Cat got your tongue?" he teased.
"N-no. I was just.."
"Looking for me?" he queried.
"W-well.. yes. Yes."
"Aw. And you thought you'd find me. What a silly bitch you are."
He could see her blush even from where he was standing and he smirked, pleased with her reactions.
"You are a silly bitch, aren't you, Elena?"
She shook her head, knowing he could see her and he nearly laughed out loud. How fun it would be to break her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear your answer."
"No," she whispered.
"No? We'll see if you change your mind later. Now.. I want to see that pussy of yours exposed. I can't tell if you're wearing panties or not, and I can tell you right now that I'm not even going to bother coming over to you until I know for sure."
Her eyes widened further and she gasped slightly. Her cheeks were flaming and he found himself imagining those cheeks burning red as his cock pulsed inside her and she came forcefully around him.
"B-but.. someone could.. see.." she said hesitantly.
"Why, you're right. Someone other than me might catch a glimpse of your soaking pussy and wonder what's got you all hot and bothered. Why, he might even imagine taking you to his bed and fucking you until you scream his name. He might even imagine tying you up and whipping you as punishment for flaunting your tight little cunt in public. Maybe he'd call you a slut and make you fingerfuck yourself until you cum over and over and sob as you beg him to slam his cock inside you."
He waited for a moment before speaking again, watching as she hung her head, hearing her breath catch in her throat and watching her breasts rise and fall quickly.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said in a soft voice.
"I.. I don't.. I don't know.." she stammered.
"Yes, you do. You're a little whore. Say it."
"But-"
"But nothing, you little cum-guzzling slut. Tell me what a fucking bitch you are."
She shook her head, half in denial, half in disbelief. There were children around and old couples holding hands.. she couldn't say that. Not here. She wasn't even sure she could find those words in her vocabulary if she were alone in her room.
"If you don't say it, I'll walk away right now. Your denial isn't even worth punishing, you worthless slag."
She was silent, and he watched her stare down at her perfectly crossed legs.
"Your silence is enough of an answer for me," he stated matter-of-factly. "I'm extremely disappointed in you. Goodbye."
At that, he hung up the phone and crossed his arms, watching her as she closed her phone and put it back in her bag. He watched her shoulders rise and fall in a heavy sigh and her pouting lips nearly made him walk over to her for a kiss. But his resolve was strong and he simply made himself visible and watched her with crossed arms and a stern face.
Suddenly, as if realizing she was being watched, she looked up at him, and their eyes locked instantly. He smirked as she questioned him with her hopeful gaze. Then, a resigned look crossed her face and she kept her eyes on his as she slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them, giving him a clear view of her pussy, no panties. He raised his eyebrows at her and she bit her lip and crossed her legs again, shame rising on her cheeks as she realized she had just flashed a complete stranger. He let the shame shroud her and watched with a satisfied smirk as she looked back down at her feet and gathered up her messenger bag. She stood and kept her eyes on the floor as she began to walk away, but he was at her side before she'd gone ten steps, and he grabbed her arm firmly, twirling her around to face him. She gasped and looked up at him with wide, scared eyes.
"What a risk that was," he said softly. "I could have been anyone. You really are a dirty slut."
She bit her lip and lowered her eyes.
"Do you have something you'd like to say to me?" his voice was soft, but firm, like his grip on her arm.
She nodded, still looking down.
"Well?"
"I'm a slut," she whispered.
"I can't hear you."
She looked up at him and spoke again, quietly.
"I'm a.. I'm a slut, sir," she forced out.
"What?" he tilted his head and squinted, faking deafness.
She brought her lips up to his ear and said "I'm a dirty whore. Sir."
He looked down at her and smirked.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Y-you.. "
"I what?"
"You told me to."
"I did? I don't recall."
"But... you did. You did! Just a few moments ago!"
He raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip on her arm.
"Are you calling me a liar?"
She looked down quickly and shook her head.
"Perhaps you're telling me this because you want to be fucked."
He cupped the fingers of his free hand under her chin and tilted her face up so she would look at him.
"Is that it?" he asked quietly.
She nodded.
"Well, what makes you think I want to fuck a dirty whore like you?"
