Author: DemonEroticist

A Breeding Session with Daddy [Domination, Female Orgasm, Rough-Sex, Squirting, Teasing, Second-Person]

I flip you over and spread your legs, leaning my body over yours. My arms rest on either side of your head. My stiff cock lies between your thighs, taunting your exposed pussy.

“Mmm, should I put it in?” I whisper teasingly with a bite of my lip.

“Yes please,” you reply.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Your eyes look up at me with a pleading desire.

Your use of the honorific title brings a smile to my face. It stirs a feeling of pride within me. I smile excitedly at you, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone who looks upon me with such reverence. I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. You can feel my tip graze between your lips.

“You let daddy know when you need to cum, okay? Don’t forget to ask permission.”

You quickly nod your head up and down. Your eyes are sure not to leave the sight of my throbbing penis. You watch as I gently grind against you, allowing my tip to reach across your clit. Then, I bring myself back down to your entryway. You can’t help but get the sense that I am thoroughly enjoying teasing you. Read more »

Disciplined by the Professor [CFNM, Feet, Femdom, Footjob, Stockings]

“Come in and take a seat, Mr. Fisher.”

With his head cocked back, Hayden strode into his professor’s office.

From her desk chair, Professor Angeline watched Hayden like a hawk, observing the rebelliousness of his posture. “Get that snide look off your face,” she demanded, sharpening the tone of the room. “I did not call you in here so that you could practice wearing your defiance like a badge of honor.” Her voice was pointed and direct, ever word clearly accentuated.

Hayden took a seat. “Alright.” He shrugged and shook his head. “Then what did you call me here for?”

“I called you in here because I am growing weary of your blatant apathy toward my class and your outright disrespect towards me as your professor. It is clear to me that you do not care in the least about passing this course, nor do you have any sense of respect for your superiors.”

The seriousness of the moment only made things funnier to Hayden. He smirked as he thought to himself, *Don’t exactly need a degree to for that one.* Read more »

Sick of the Disrespect [Femdom, College, Professor, Footjob, Stockings, Third-Person]

“Take a seat, Mr. Fisher.”

With his head cocked back, Hayden strode into his professor’s office.

Sitting at her desk, Professor Angeline watched Hayden like a hawk, observing the rebelliousness of his posture. “Get that snide look off your face,” she demanded, sharpening the tone of the room. “I did not call you in here so that you could practice wearing your defiance like a badge of honor.”

Hayden took a seat. “Alright.” He shrugged and shook his head. “Then what did you call me here for?”

“I called you in here because I am growing weary of your blatant apathy toward my class and your outright disrespect towards me as your professor. It is clear to me that you do not care in the least about passing this course, nor do you have any sense of respect for your superiors.”

The seriousness of the moment only made things funnier to Hayden. He smirked as he thought to himself, *No shit. Don’t exactly need a degree to know that one.* Read more »