Author: goodboy45535

[M20/F20][horror] Halloween Night

“You’ve got to love yoga,” I thought.

I slowed as I walked passed the yoga class at the gym on my way to the locker room. Not enough to be a creeper, but just enough to get a lingering look at the beautiful women inside. All bending and stretching in a rainbow of lulu lemon. Every curve and crease on display. My cock stiffened slightly at the sight.

“Just a few more hours, and they’ll all be parading the streets in their sexy halloween costumes,” I thought with a smile. October 31st, Halloween, my favorite night of the year. My cock stiffened even more at that thought.

I had a girlfriend, loved her even, but it didn’t hurt to look.

I was almost hard by the time I got to the locker room. I stripped down and headed to the showers, stopping in front of the full length mirror to take stock. “I look good,” I thought. I wasn’t so built as to look self-obsessed, but I didn’t have any extra body fat, giving me that tell-tale V to lead your eyes to my crotch. Read more »

Demonstration [M20s/FFF30s][Orgasm Control, Femdom]

“What have I gotten myself into,” I wondered as I stood behind the curtain. Nude but for a silk robe and this ring wrapped around my cock and balls.

For the life of me, I couldn’t remember anything she said during the interview. I mean, who wears a miniskirt when they have a glass desk. She must have known I was looking. I didn’t even glance at the documents she made me sign.

“Maybe that was the point,” I wondered.

The lights blinded me as the curtain opened, snapping me back to the present. A hand on my arm guided me a few steps forward, and soft fingers pulled back my robe, setting off a wave of cheers and whoops from a crowd I still couldn’t see.

Still blinking at the light, my exposed cock twitched and stiffened as the room came into focus, full of countless beautiful women. I was so taken aback I barely registered that the presenter had started speaking next to me.

“… our proprietary technology will prevent orgasm, regardless of applied stimulation.” she said.

“What!” my head jerked around to look at the woman speaking. It was the same woman who interviewed me, still wearing that same miniskirt. Read more »

Strip Poker pt. 2 [MF+ 20s-30s][D/s EXHIB]

[(continued from pt 1)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xipu9y/strip_poker_mf_20s30scfnm_exhib/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

“Down boy,” Jessica said. Snapping me back to the present.

What? What just happened?

Everything is a blur since that third queen hit the table and Jessica told me to jerk it. A haze of giggles and jeers and trying desperately not to cum right there in front of all three of them.

It didn’t help that Grace had lost her bra and panties in the same hand. She was shy and kept her legs pressed together, but that didn’t hide the perfectly manicured triangle of dark curls nestled between her thighs. I just stared and obediently jerked my cock in long strokes until it was slick with precum and my head was a fog of legs, and hips, and tan lines, and pussy.

Looking up with a start at Jessica’s words, I look at the pot, another slip of paper, the word “Tongue” written across it. Did I bet that? I look at my cards, nothing. Had I just lost again? Read more »

Strip Poker [MF+ 20s-30s][CFNM EXHIB]

“Call,” I say it with a confidence I don’t feel as I drop the slip of paper into the pot. Just a piece of paper, but with one important word on it: “Cock”.

The three girls sitting across from me smile in unison; mischievous grins from ear to ear. All partially undressed, but none are as naked as me.

God, what have I done. It’s embarrassing enough being naked in front of them. Feeling their eyes on my body. Fully exposed and on display. I have to win this hand to get my boxers back. But what if I lose? One of these girls will win my cock! What will they do to it, or make me do to it?

My cock, the exhibitionist slut, betrays me at the thought and starts to stiffen. Making their smiles even broader. All eyes down. Fixed on my growing member. Have to get this over with. Get my boxers back. Cover myself up.

Put my cards on the table, a pair of aces. No way they can beat that. Just no way.

My heart leaps as first one, then another smile turns into a pout. But the third says fixed. No way she can beat aces. Read more »