Husband Has a Dirty Secret and a New Toy – Part 1 (Throat Fuck, Deepthroat, Rough, Threesome, BWC, Ebony, Asian, Big Tits, Cuckquean)

“Well, I just don’t want to do that to my *wife*,” Keeran had said. We’d been having one of those no-holds-barred, late-night-honesty type of discussions about our sex life, and he’d curve-balled me a bit. Rough throatfucking, the kind you see on darker porn sites. That was his secret fetish.

I’d deep-throated him plenty of times, and knew he loved it. But he’d never done more than hold my hair back while I did it so that it didn’t get in the way. After some forceful prompting, and promises not to get mad, I got him to show me the videos. We sat up in the dark of our bedroom, faces lit by the glow of porn on a phone screen. Deep, retching gurgles, desperate, whining gasps, insults, spitting, cum and bile everywhere.

“I’m sorry – I really don’t know why I like it, I shouldn’t have even said it…” he’d closed the browser, unprompted. It took me a moment to process the warmth between my thighs before responding.

“So, if not with me, then…”

Social Sexuality – The College Course for Perverts: Glen, Mira, and the Loads per Hour Assignment [deepthroat] [facefuck] [facial] [big tits]

“Oh fuck, oh *fuck* I’m gonna cum again,” Glen groaned, picking up the pace of his thin, swinging hips. There was no response from his partner, Mira, beyond the coarse gurgling of her throat, and the wet *spak-spak-spak* of Glen’s balls against her nose and eyes. She lay with her head hanging from the edge of his dorm room bed, and had half a dozen loads of varying size soaking into the caramel skin of her tits and stomach.

The two had been paired up by random selection for the Loads Per Hour assignment in Professor Steadman’s famous course – Social Sexuality. It fulfilled a Health Sciences requirement, as well as plenty of sexual fantasies, for lots of students at Mouthmore University. And it was thought to be primarily responsible for M.U.’s incredibly long wait list for admissions and transfers.

How the hell Steadman managed to get the curriculum approved for a “hands-on” program exploring the depravity of sex culture in the age of internet porn – nobody knows for sure. But the rumors included everything from secret bribes to political hostage-taking. Whatever the real story, his class had been a staple at the school for 6 years by the time Glen found his way onto the attendance list.

Service Pets #1 – Gamer Girlfriend

(Free Use Vignettes – All characters 18+

Kink warnings: sex slavery, bodily fluids

These writings are purely fantasy, I do not wish to live in this kind of world, or for it to exist anywhere outside of our absurd imaginings.

If you enjoy these fictional pieces, I’m glad — please give them an upvote and some feedback. And if not, there’s no need to spoil the fun of others who do with insulting comments.)

[Gamer Girlfriend]

“Two on the roof. No, I came up the stairwell. Third floor, by the patio. We can- no we can climb it.” Jake was reclining in his expensive gamer chair, wearing only his console headset while the pale skin of his ass warmed the black leather cushion. He’d been playing death matches with his buddies for a couple of hours, and Meryl’s jaw was getting sore.

She knelt between his scrawny legs on a dirty throw pillow that he’d finally conceded to when he’d tired of her “squirming so much” during past sessions. Her glossy blonde hair was pulled up in a ratty pony, and drool coursed down over her chubby white tits and tummy. In his ideal world, he’d be able to just strap her head against his crotch and forget about her while he gamed — but alas, she needed oxygen every couple of minutes or he’d have to get a new Girlfriend.

18th Birthday Bukkake – Pt. 3 [Bukkake] [Gangbang] [Free Use] [College]

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tlnhpd/18th_birthday_bukkake_pt_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 2 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tofgdi/18th_birthday_bukkake_pt_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

“Anh! Fuck…” I nibbled my lip as Tyler pushed into my pussy, using cum from a dozen other guys as lube. My first fuck ever, and it was already like a whole sports team had finished inside me. The sensation, and the fact that it was Tyler sliding his cock into me, made my legs tremble and my fingers grip the white table cloth beneath them.

I felt him pull back slightly, then push in further, until his hips pressed against my ass cheeks, and I let out a soft, disbelieving groan. When he pulled back again, he rammed into me, and my tits jumped against my chest, throwing dangling strings of cum across the tabletop.

“Ohmygod– FUCK,” my whole slimy face furrowed with pleasure and discomfort as my old friend started pounding my pussy against the rickety, round table. He wrapped his fingers around my hips and reveled in the music of my full, brown tits clapping together from the force of his body bucking against mine. My mind was melting, heat slithered up from my snatch into my belly and down into my knees as they trembled beneath me.

Rod’s Pleasure Carnival, Part 1 [College] [Free Use] [Gangbang] [Blowjob] [Bukkake]

*Jasmine Reviello is a 22-year-old college dropout living in Southern California, just outside of Los Angeles. This series follows her through the erotic, degrading misadventures of her life as an employee of a popular new sex carnival opened on Venice Beach. It does get “gross” at times, but as the carnival’s owner, Rod, promises: “there’s something here for everyone.”*

*****

I guess you could say I’ve never had a “real” job. I dropped out of college after one semester, but wasn’t about to go back home to live with my parents — they’d had enough of my “slacker” tendencies and I’d had enough of their constant hovering. So I found myself on the opposite side of the country from them, making bad decisions with the other California dreamers who roamed the boardwalks and city streets carrying a creaky longboard in one hand and a smoldering joint in the other.

My friend Marcy, who I frequently skipped Sociology with while I was still pretending I would complete my Arts degree, was the one who told me about the carnival for the first time. We were 19 then, and neither of us was about to squeeze into a restaurant apron or gas station visor just to buy dinner. But she’d been approached on campus by a recruiter for a new attraction coming to the area, promising big money for the right employees.

18th Birthday Bukkake – Pt. 2 [Cumshots][Gangbang][Blowbang][Age Gap][Free Use][Public]

[Part 1 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tlnhpd/18th_birthday_bukkake_pt_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

“‘Atta girl, now hold that breath — know you got some strong lungs after all those laps,” Mr. Clayton grinned, holding his cock in place down my throat. Students had to run laps around the basketball court when he didn’t think we were ‘giving our all’ in whatever gym assignment we had that day. And the big-titted girls like me always seemed to be running laps the most, while he watched from center court.

“*Ghhrrkk…kkhhggg…*” I could feel drool spilling from the corners of my mouth while my eyes teared up, dropping fresh spatters of warm, clear fluid onto my dark, slimy cleavage. Mr. Clayton, or Coach C, as he liked to be called, didn’t seem to mind the remnants of half a dozen other loads being smeared onto his crotch, as he reveled in the warm, tight bliss of penetrating my young throat hole. And then, he started humping.

18th Birthday Bukkake – Pt. 1 [Cumshots][Gangbang][Blowbang][Age Gap][Free Use][Public]

“Happy birthday, Nessie!” Mrs. Bauer called over her shoulder, departing arm-in-arm with her husband as he shimmied his steps to zip up his fly. The balding deli clerk had impatiently waited for the singing, presents, and cake to conclude so that the real reason everyone attended these festivities could begin. Then he’d hunched over me, sweating and stroking as I knelt in my birthday suit, until he went rigid and drizzled a warm, stringy load over my left eyebrow and cheek.

My singed-caramel skin was already spattered with the underwhelming climaxes of my family’s mailman and my old school bus driver, making Mr. Bauer the third “marker” of my womanhood for the day. Some girls were lucky to only have 5 or 10 guys from town show up for their 18th birthday party — but my dad was the former mayor, and I was cursed with unhideable F-cup tits above my slim waist. So my party was more of a backyard bash, and the streamer-strewn canopy my mother had ordered was packed with half the guys in town.