Author: PrayTell24

House Party Double-Hander [MF]

Back in the day, all the real action seemed to take place at house parties. My group of mates called them “gatherings”, I think this was to ward off anyone at school thinking they were open-house free-for-alls but, honestly, we were not cool enough for anyone else to care.

These nights were pretty innocent in the grand scheme of things but Bex’s parties were often a different story, at least in my experience.

The hostess herself was (still is!) a great laugh and knew how to let loose and enjoy herself. Her parties were always horny affairs with people breaking off into bedrooms on the regular. Gossip and intrigue was rife. To add spice to it, she and I had chemistry and would have fun on and off without ever pinning it down.
Whenever it came to her parties I was always horny and it was often she and I causing a commotion… but not this time. This night, though, is memorable for another partygoer. I’ll call her RS. Read more »

Worshipping my best friend’s tits [MF]

One of my best friends growing up also happened to be a very hot, sexually open and fairly free-spirited young woman. We’ve talked about it since but for a whole lot of really dumb reasons, we never actually got together when we definitely should have. We had incredible chemistry. In many ways we still do even though we’ve both gone on to lead very separate lives. Every now and again we reminisce and this post is the output of one of those chats. I wanted to put down my memories of one or two favourites. These are the ones that come back to me in random daydreams or in feverish summertime sleeps. The best kind. The ones you spend ages battling to rekindle in your mind. The ones you never want to wake up from.

The scene: a weekend evening. And a hot one. Summertime I’m sure. So hot that I’d decided before heading over to hers that I would go commando. Plus it was quite clear from the messages we were sending that we were both really horny. I walked across the local park to get to her. Straight up to her room. Straight onto her bed. As always. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy MILF Impregnation – [BDSM] [Deepthroat] [Anal] [Impreg]

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2wzet4/my_big_fat_gypsy_titwank/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2xat2i/my_big_fat_gypsy_assfuck/
Part 3:https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2xprwf/my_big_fat_gypsys_sister_and_her_secret_sex/
Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4clfn7/my_big_fat_gypsymother_throatfuck/

“Hear me out, Mrs Brady. I’m not threatening you or your girls. I’m offering you a business proposition. My friends in law enforcement and countless other high-flying perverts in this town will pay good money for the kind of services your girls can so skilfully provide. Take their money and you will have them, quite literally, by the balls. No more threats to kick you off your land. No more unwanted police attention. And a sizeable income.”

That was the verbal contract that started it all.

The business, if you can call a secret sex-dungeon on an illegal travellers site, was fast becoming lucrative for Mrs Brady and her daughters Della and Darla.

As for me, a security guard in a local store – turned pimp, I enjoyed both the sexual and financial spoils of my new line of work.

Rumours of the “gifted” Brady sisters had travelled fast within my network of law-enforcement contacts. A waiting list of eager perverts had quickly built up. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy-Mother Throatfuck

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2wzet4/my_big_fat_gypsy_titwank/

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2xat2i/my_big_fat_gypsy_assfuck/

Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2xprwf/my_big_fat_gypsys_sister_and_her_secret_sex/

Part 4:
“Tell your mother about me.” Those were my parting words the last time and, true to form, those good gypsy girls, Darla and her sister Della, did just as they were told.

Three hard raps on my office door signalled her arrival the very next morning. She wasn’t hanging around.

The door was open before I could respond. In strode a tall, slim woman in her late forties, dressed smartly like someone who set out that morning meaning business.

She wore a figure-hugging dress, cut short and well above the knee. The outfit exuded executive class. Not your typical Gypsy-Mother.

You would forgive me for thinking she bore no relation to her daughters, Darla and Della. She presented herself as a classy broad whereas the girls were all denim, hair-bands and gold jewellery.

Two things helped me to make an immediate connection between the woman in front of me and the women I had violated just yesterday. Read more »

Re[M]embering a drunken Ass[f]uck with the Ex

My ex-girlfriend's best friend lived waaaay out in the countryside. Every year she invited everyone over for a house party. At the back of the garden was a cabin built by her stepdad. House parties are usually pretty debauched affairs but this was relatively tame so my gf and I decided to raunch it up a little.

Everyone else had gone home or decided they'd rather sleep in the warm of the house.

Out in the cabin I gladly went to work eating my girl out. I sucked at her clit whilst massaging her g-spot with two fingers. I lubed up her ass using her own pussy juices and slipped in my little finger at the same time. Simultaneously I was lapping at her pussy with two fingers working inside and another gently exploring her asshole. The pinky up her ass worked every time. I loved watching her whole body convulse as she came.

I suggested we head outside. It was about zero degrees and there'd been snowfall that day but, surprisingly, she was more than up for it. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy’s Sister and Her Secret Sex Dungeon [feat. incest]

I drove out to Darla's caravan site nervous of what I might find. She'd promised me her parents were out of town and that only her and her older sister remained.

Who was this sister that Darla confided in? And why did she want to meet me?

Darla kept up the game admirably. She wasn't going to tell me anything.

I rolled the car onto the site slowly and the gravel cracked underneath announcing my arrival.

It was a hot day in late August. One of those English summer days where everything is just right. A cool breeze blowed and the clear skies offered an occasional cloud to provide some respite.

The door to the smallest of the three caravans opened and Darla stood on the threshold.

Her long brown hair was free from the tight bun she usually kept it in. She'd tied it loosely behind her head in a long ponytail. She wore a white head band. She had denim shorts on and a grey, tight-fitting tank top. The cool breeze brought her nipples to attention. There was no bra. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy Assfuck

She didn't look in my direction. She just walked straight into the store. Picked up three tops and headed toward the changing rooms.

"Good girl, Darla" I whispered to myself.

Two minutes later she appeared with only two tops in hand. She dumped these and made straight for the exit. She had come to play.

"Excuse me but I need you to come with me to my office. Follow me."

She feigned ignorance and annoyance at being caught stealing once again. But she was a terrible actress. No one was watching. The performance was all for me. Good girl.

I'll admit to feeling slightly awkward when we did get to my office but Darla cut that tension by hitching her denim skirt up slightly to show me her trimmed bush. This was new territory for us.

The last time I'd explored every vein and artery that intertwined on her massive, over-ripe tits. I'd chugged on them, spat all over them, chewed and ruined them. She had taken my dick between those pale milky cannons and I'd finished between them with thick salvos of hot spunk.

This time Darla wanted some attention. Read more »

(M)y Big (F)at Gypsy Titwank

Gypsies, Pikeys, Travellers. They all mean the same around here.

I'm a security guard at a department store in town. You might not like it but it's my job to discriminate. I profile everyone who comes into my store. I play the percentages. It's what makes me good at my job.

That's why I knew what to look out for when a small crew of Gypsy girls came in last week.

They were lead by a girl who looked about 19 years old. She was petite and wore large hoop earrings. She was pale and her brown hair was scraped back into a tight bun. She wore a denim jacket and jeans. So far so typical.

What made her truly stand out was that she was carrying around a pair of truly enormous tits.

Her bra must have had some industrial wiring in it because her tits came out almost horizontally from her collarbone. She had a small back and was fairly petite.

She knew what she had and was more than happy to show them off to the world. That day she wore a tight fitting white tank top with a deep cut at the front exposing her cleavage. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 2 of 2 – “Impossible made possible” (MF)

Our lucidity returned and we realised we were not alone. From behind the shelves at the bottom of the steps we heard others arriving to ascend the steps. We were not un-discoverable and a keen eye could see us from the street. Perhaps they already had?

I grabbed her arm and we rushed onto a nearby dirt track that ran behind a row of thatch roofed shops selling trinkets and cans of coke. After 15 metres the track spilt in two and we took the path headed up the hill into the dry and dusty wood that covered the site. After 50 metres we came across an out house that accompanied a water tank. Only the hum from the generator told us that the place was still used. We were alone. Read more »

Corruption of a female monk part 1 of 2 – “The impossible fuck” (MF)

Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. The slave-wife is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.

Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get. Read more »