Author: LittleDirtyDeeds

Putting a [M]outh to Work. Part 2. [f][Older male][M Dom]

Seeming as you all enjoyed [their first date](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c9vwel/putting_a_mouth_to_work_fst8ds/), here’s the second!

I’m still learning the ropes of writing, so please let me know what you think.

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This would be only the second time they met. Lucy could feel her heart beating faster already, just at the thought of him. Her mind lingered on their first date, how he’d turned her into an obedient little thing in no time. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs, as she remembered the taste of his cock on her tongue. She’d never been treated like that before… And she was hooked.

He had set tasks for her, to keep busy on their week apart. Simple activities for her to complete during the day, and send back to him. Write “whore” on your skin before you go to work. Wear a butt plug all day. Go without underwear to the gym. Things she’d never dream of doing before, things that made her blush in nervousness and excitement. She liked pleasing him. And, he’d been so happy with her first week in no-contact training, he said he’d have a reward for her when she arrived. Read more »

The Damaged Stowaway. [M,f][Older M][Slow build][str8]

Just a little blurb before we get started. Typical, long time lurker, new poster. If you like it let me know, as I’d like to write this as a few chapters! Any advice, encouragement , suggestions, are all very welcome! :]

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Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She’d be scared if she wasn’t still angry. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more ”I’m sorry babygirl”, or “It’s just that you remind me of your mother baby”, his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He’d raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She’d pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It’d made him mad, his temper was short. Read more »

The Damaged Stowaway. Part 3. [M/f][Str8][Reluctance]

As you all enjoyed the [first](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/ca2ard/the_damaged_stowaway_m_f/) [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/cag7jt/the_damaged_stowaway_part_2_mf_str8_older_male/), here is more! Again, feedback, comments, suggestions, ideas, send them all.

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‘Lily! Wait!’ He cried out after her as she disappeared down the stairs. He fumbled with his pants, clumsily staggering down the hall after her. Her cum stained panties, a prized possession, discarded on the floor.

Although she was down the stairs and running out the door by he time he got his pants up, his large powerful stride was no match for her. His heart pounded in his head as he leapt after her small figure. But, in only a few moments, he had caught up to her, barely a few feet out of the yard.

Mark reached out and grabbed her by the waist, causing her to scream out. His strong arms wrapping around her as she began to thrash and buck. She squirmed and cried, her anger turning to defeated sobbing, as her escape attempts barely moved him.

He held her delicate body tight against him, his arms encasing her, holding her still. Lily cried and shouted, called him names like ‘Dirty’ and ‘Sick’. Spat out the words ‘Just like my father’. None of these were untrue he thought, he just had hidden it from her. Read more »

The Damaged Stowaway. Part 2. [M,f] [Older M] [STR8] [Slow burn]

[So this is part two of](https://reddit.app.link/NjNurywF9X), with hopefully more to come if people think it’s worth it! I’m.still very new to writing, so any and all feedback is appreciated.

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Three days had passed since Lily found a safe haven in Marks little farm. Her wounds were healing, and his kind hearted nature was was soothing her other, Fatherly damages.

‘Is this what a Dad is supposed to be?’ Lily found her mind wandering, as she put out some washing. Maybe she had finally lucked out. Making up for eighteen years of insults and backhands. The last lot of her father’s handiwork was still healing.

Lily had decided if she were to stay for a few days, she needed to be useful. At least while Mark worked his land, disappearing of a morning in his best up truck. It was only until she had the strength to move on. Mark was happy to have her stay, and they’d now gotten to a habit of locking the bathroom door.

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The Damaged Stowaway. [M,f] [Older Male] [Slow Build]

I’m hoping this to be part of a small series. Please let me know what you think, all advice and encouragement is great!

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Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She’d be scared if she wasn’t still angry. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more ”I’m sorry babygirl”, or “It’s just that you remind me of your mother baby”, his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He’d raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She’d pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It’d made him mad, his temper was short.

‘Fuck!’ She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She’d bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her chest ached, her head pounded. Read more »

[f]orced to be used. [M] [str8] [NC] [Public Sex

If the tags aren’t clear, a further heads up before you delve in. This is a non consensual story. Enjoy if you wish!

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His arm was tightly wrapped around her waist before she even realised what was happening. Dragging her into him, her scream was cut off by his other hand covering her mouth. Bucking and squirming in his grasp, she wasn’t giving in. She kicked her legs back against him, only to have him pick her up and shove her into a wall.

Her arms lashed out as she tried to escape while he stood behind her. With her mouth still covered she cried into his hand, thrashing her face about. All it did was make him grip into her tighter, and shove her harder into the wall. The man successfully managing to pin her arms against her.

Still squirming and flailing in sheer panic, she could feel his hot breath against the back of her neck. He barely even registered her escape attempts. Not even flinching as she twisted and whined. One strong arm pinned her to the wall, with his full wait pressing into her. While the other still clamped over her mouth. Read more »

Putting a [M]outh to Work [f] [str8]

Just a quick little blurb before you get down and dirty. This is my first attempt at writing anything like this, so, all your feedback, encouragement, pointers, sexy smoke signals, other tidbits, are absolutely appreciated. :]

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She wore a loose white camisole, and a soft pink skirt. Standing in the mirror she preened herself, fluffing her long blonde hair and twirling her skirt about. Her long bare legs were exposed, only covered from the upper thigh, while her top was a flattering cut for her small perky breasts. Pushing up her hair behind her ears, her blue eyes wandered over her body as she mulled over her dress choice. Was it too slutty? Or just right?

This was a first date after all. She didn’t want to ruin expectations, or to be too ‘easy’, either. He was an older man, old enough to be her father, really. What do men like that want? She picked nerviusly over for small, delicate frame. She was only just 21, and he 47.

But, after an hour of more deliberating, she huffed to herself and walked out the door. Clutching her purse as she stepped out into the cool night. Her perfectly manicured hands instantly waving down a well timed taxi. Read more »