Fucking Valentine and her friend, part II, erotic short story

Shortie pushed me down and got on top of me. She started moving slowly at first and then rougher and rougher, just how I like it. Then Valentine came and kissed me, then returned back to kissing her, knowing that she was making a show for me.

I was mesmerized by both of them.

One was wild, and unapologetically, the other was a mix of both innocence and perversity.

It felt like shortie was the dominatrix, so I decided that it’s time to change the game a little bit.

I put my hand on her throat and kissed her roughly. I maneuvered her easily, she was so little… and I started fucking her from the behind. I pulled her hair and spanked her a bit to see how far I can go with her. She wanted to push me and retake the control, but I didn’t allow her. She was like a beast, fighting, trying hard to regain her position, but she had no choice but to abandon herself to my hard and deep thrusts.

Maybe, you will think I neglected and completely forgot the other nymph, my little and sweet Valentine.

Fucking Valentine and her friend, an erotic short story

The girls were looking comfortable, Valentine still naked, and shortie in her black panties and bra.

I have to admit, they looked so good together, and I felt a little jealous of the familiarity they were showing to each other – blowing kisses, sharing cuddles, and soft touches.

Shortie was touching Valentine’s breast while she was looking straight in my eyes, so inviting and ferocious. And in that moment, I had no doubt that this was going to be one of the best nights of my life.

I offered them the drinks, and I was stunned again by the contrast between the two girls.

Valentine, blonde with her deep blue eyes and her adorable smile, like a schoolgirl, innocent and naughty at the same time… and her friend, brunette and dark eyes, looking like she knows everything about life and about men, perverted and willing to take advantage of any second of pleasure.

My erection was visible, and shortie was the one to take the lead. She started kissing my Valentine while looking at me. Valentine, with her eyes closed, was looking completely abandoned in that kiss, enjoying every movement of her friend’s tongue. 

Fucking Valentine, part II, erotic short story

He tied her up quite easily, James was experienced with this kind of thing. His favorite thing in sexuality was the domination part, and even he was surprised that he didn’t feel that urge to try something like that with Valentine before. They liked rough-fucking, slaps, and spanking, but they didn’t use toys or something like that until know.

Valentine was looking incredible in the soft light, tied up, with her intimate parts exposed.

He felt the need to capture the moment and took a picture of her.

She didn’t mind. On the contrary, he had the impression that Valentine liked that. 

She was hot and wet, her face exuding pure desire.

In the beginning, James wanted to blindfold her but seeing her like that, he suddenly gave up the thought.

He caught a grip of her ponytail and entered her tight pussy. He bounced into her, holding her hips and clenching his teeth. Her moans and the way she turned her head to look straight into his eyes was pretty intense. He pushed harder into her, and she begged him to kiss her. He kissed her ferociously and bit her lower lip. 

Fucking Valentine, erotic short story

She came to him dressed casually, but something in the way she was moving told James that she had prepared herself for this night too. 

They skipped the small talk and started undressing and passionately kissing. He lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. James roughly bit her neck, then played with her ear while she moaned with pleasure rolling her eyes. 

*‘Mmm, James… I wanna feel you. Let me taste you.’*

She got on her knees and took him in her mouth. James always wondered where sweet Valentine learned to suck and how she became so skilled in this art. The blowjobs that she gave were mindblowing, the feeling was that she was craving his dick.

The way she was looking up at him and the fact that she didn’t close her eyes and looked straight back at him was something that was driving him crazy.

Hardly, he fought the urge to penetrate her right then, in the hallway.

But he fought the need and didn’t fuck her right away because he prepared something special for her.

He pulled her blonde ponytail and stopped her. 

He told Valentine to follow him to the bedroom.

Daddy’s little slut, erotic short story (part II)

“Daddy’s little slut…” he says with a grin on his face. 

He takes a grip of my hair and brings me to my knees. 

“I want you to read me out loud the punishments I told you will receive if you don’t obey me.”

“Yes, sir”.

I take my phone and open the notes where I have daddy’s rules. I also have a list of rewards and one of the punishments.

If I would’ve been good and listened to daddy, he would’ve used a new toy on me, I would’ve got extra cuddles, fifty spanks with the riding crop, and blueberry pancakes for breakfast (in bed).

We picked together the rewards. Instead, he was the only one who decided the punishments, and I was not allowed to say a word against them.

I take a full breath and read the punishments with a trembling voice:

“No playtime, fifty whips, and no stopping when I will be asking.”

Daddy knows I hate the whips. I truly dislike them. I am afraid of them. That’s why this is a real punishment. 

“Give me the whip.”

 I don’t move.

Daddy’s little slut. erotic short story

I am bored, horny, and longing for my master.

I’ve cleaned the house, something that I rarely do on my own initiative, finished the series that I’ve been watching, and read the whole Biology class for my next exam due in four days. 

And now I am reading, for the 20th time, the rules daddy left for me. He’s been gone for three days now, and I don’t know how long it will last his trip. He said he won’t tell me because he wants to surprise me. And, also, he wants to see if I’ve been a good girl and obeyed his rules.

1. Daddy is in charge.

2. You are not allowed to touch yourself until I come back.

3. Write me a poem.

4. Study for your exams.

5. Don’t let the house become a mess in my absence.

6. Watch a movie. You can choose anything you like from my list, including porn. Tell me about it.

7. Take good care of yourself, little princess.

8. Think of me when you go to bed.

9. Have in mind a toy to play with, so I can reward you when I come back.

How I’ve missed you my love

Hi, is anybody interested to read a short story (title: How I’ve missed you my love) and help me with grammar (if you notice some mistakes, since I am not a native english speaker)?

I wanna mention that is more a romantic short story than an erotic one.

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The Haunted Sex Shop, Halloween erotic short story, by Disa Faaz

*I know you are stunned by what you see here, but this is only the foreplay.*

*You can step back now and leave, or you can serve yourself.*

*All these naked people are the initiated, and the few people in costumes, just like you, are the people they chose.*

*You can go to any woman from here, and you can ask her to do anything for you. It’s her choice if she accepts or rejects you.*

*Make yourself comfortable until I check if I can take you to one of the rooms.*

I leave him there, and I go to see if the first room is empty and free to use.

I know he feels surprised but definitely not uncomfortable.

I see my wolf inside of him looking with its big dark eyes.

As I come back, I am satisfied seeing him between two women.

He’s touching the breasts of one of them and making conversation with the other.

When he sees me, he smiles, and I know he’s grateful that I brought him here. And he has no idea of what’s coming next.

He tied me up for Halloween, erotic short story

He comes back holding something… My mouth drops open of excitement when I see the red rope. He tells me that he knows a better way for me to use my pretty mouth and orders me to get naked.

I feel clumsy while taking off my clothes. 

*Turn around*, he commands.

I turn around and now I am completely naked and vulnerable under his gaze. I can’t see him, but every cell of my body feels his presence. 

As he comes closer, he starts kissing my neck roughly. He matches my passion. I want him to possess my body.

He takes my hands, the rope twists around my wrists and my body is vibrating, screaming for his touch.

He buries his fingers in my hair and I let out a sigh. 

My pussy is so eager for him and I slowly whisper:

*Please…*

*Please what?*

*Fuck me, please*, I mewed desperately.

*And what else?*

*I want you! I need you to punish me! Please!* I begged.

His voice is so demanding and that drives my senses mad. My legs are quivering and I feel the hunger for him consuming me.

He tied me up for Halloween, erotic short story by Disa Faaz

The night has come, I take my book of spells and rush to the car that is waiting for me. My girlfriends and I decided to go on a ‘spooky’ party this Halloween.

Outside it is foggy and I already feel cold, as we arrive. I rush to the entrance of the basement where the party is and the costumes and the atmosphere gets me into the vibe.

I’m wearing a witch costume, made of a long fringe black skirt and a purple short top.

My roommate helped me with the makeup, as I lacked the skills she had with a pen of eyeliner to make such an art.

I have black boots and a jacket, but what makes the best out of my costume is the hat. Also, I can’t deny the influence of my makeup, my long nails and the purple lipstick got me some jealous looks from the young women. About men, they don’t care about my makeup, they stare at my boobs (maybe next year I should wear a corset for a better impression) and at my legs since my skirt shows completely one of my thighs till my waist.