Author: SmearedInk

The Blonde and the Brunette, Part 2 [ff] [lesbian]

The blonde couldn’t believe she had just let some stranger perform oral sex on her until she orgasmed. Not only was it a stranger that hit on her in a coffee shop but she was a she! The blonde had never so much as kissed a woman until now. But it was the most exciting sexual experience of her life. She told the Brunette she wanted to experience being on the giving end of it.

The Brunette positioned herself higher up on the bed, spread her legs, and laid back. The Blonde, between her thighs, leaned down and planted one single, gentle, smooth, wet kiss right on the Brunette’s clit.

The Brunette hummed as her body gently shook. This wasn’t her first time giving or receiving. She was a lesbian and had a beautiful girlfriend waiting at her apartment. They had an open relationship and her girlfriend knew all about it. The Brunette, whose name was Vera, had lived with her girlfriend for five years. They had an amazing sex life. Read more »

The Waitress and the Cop, Part 3 [Mf]

This summer was hot. When it was hot, a lot more truck drivers and people passing through stopped in at the diner for iced tea and a few minutes in a cold, air conditioned booth. She had been pouring coffee, serving slices of pie and delivering salads and teas all day. Her shift was over in a few hours and she could not wait to get undressed and step into a cool shower and wash away the day. The small of her back was damp, the nape of her neck glistened with sweat and she was continually wiping drops from her brow. When the diner was full, it didn’t matter how low the AC was, she got sweaty.

Just as she was feeling max-sweaty, a younger man sat down at the diner counter and flipped through the old, laminated menu. “Decided?” she smiled at him, sliding an iced water in front of him and putting down a fork and knife on a white paper napkin.

He looked up and locked onto her eyes. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. “You look so familiar.” She giggled and leaned on the counter with her elbows and summoned his face to hers with her pointer finger. He leaned in. Read more »

The Waitress and the Cop, part 2 [Mf]

It had been about a month since she had been caught by James in her car in the orchard. And since then, they’d been meeting up at least three times a week. She couldn’t believe that it was happening, finally fucking the older man she had been crushing on forever! That wasn’t something that happened to someone like her- just an average girl. No one had ever pined after her, sent her love notes, asked for her number, or shot her a look across a crowded restaurant. No, she was the girl that helped guys ask other girls to prom. In college, she was the girl with the great notes that everyone borrowed and the girl that guys called for rides when they were drinking. Everyone liked her and yet no one really liked her, not in the way she wanted.

And now, James liked her. James wanted her. He was older, respected, wore a uniform and turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced. Their meet ups consisted of parking in a dark and secluded location, like the orchard or the abandoned hatchery, climbing in the back of his police SUV, and tearing into one another in silence, their writhing, sweating bodies doing the only communicating that was necessary. Read more »

The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 3 [mmF] [double team]

She tossed and turned in bed all night. She couldn’t believe she had summoned the courage to actually do something to make herself happy. She felt proud, she felt excited and she felt more alive than she had in a years. She rolled onto her back, her arm brushing against her husbands. Her husband. She had someone momentarily forgotten about him.

When he came home from work that night, she pretended she was already asleep, even though it was only 8pm. He never paid enough attention to her to know if something was going on but she just couldn’t bring herself to face him. A good night of sleep would help, she told herself.

In the morning, she felt even happier than she did the day before. She thought’d she talk sense into herself, she thought she’d tell herself all the things a cheater does after their first time. Y*ou won’t do this again. You have a family and it would ruin them. This was a one time thing.* Read more »

The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 2 [mF] [Oral]

She woke that day feeling much like an excited school girl with a new outfit to wear. The morning crept by as she anxiously awaited her pool cleaning appointment.

She put the baby down for a nap, freshened up her perfume and makeup, and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting quietly in her cool, dark bedroom.

A few minutes after his scheduled time, she heard the gate to the side yard swing open. Her heart raced. She felt dirty and pathetic for being excited to see an 18 year old pool boy.

But she was excited nonetheless.

Moments drug by and then he emerged from the wisteria covered gate, a test kit in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. He immediately glanced up at her bedroom doors.

He’s looking for you, she told herself, her thighs tingling with horny anticipation.

She glanced at herself in her vanity mirror and again felt sheepish and silly. What does a young, sexy man want with a thirty something mom with no life? Read more »

The Housewife and the Pool Boy, Part 1 [mF]

Every day was the same.

Wake. Run on treadmill for forty-five minutes. Take shower. Get dressed. Wake and take care of baby. Go to bed.

She dreamed of being a mother and it was rewarding and fulfilling. But her husband worked long hours nearly two hours away from home, which made him gone more than not. When he finally came home, he wanted to drink a glass of red wine while eating his re-heated dinner and then retreat to his study for a couple of hours before falling asleep.

They loved each other. But sometimes love isn’t enough.

She didn’t know how he felt but she felt lonely. They didn’t have a sex life since the baby was born and she longed, even yearned, for physical touch. If the cute bag boy grazed her hand at the market when he handed her groceries she tingled.

It was Thursday afternoon. The baby was napping. She sat alone in her bedroom, on the edge of her neatly made bed, gazing out the window, watching the blue pool water ripple gently in the breeze.

She was always with her baby, but she had never felt more alone. Read more »

A Strange Night in the Alley [NSFW] [mf] [rape]

Walking down a poorly lit alley on a rainy, cool evening after leaving the bar, her phone rings. She takes pause to dig in bag briefly to find her phone but this moment gives her attacker an opportunity to pounce. 

He comes out from behind a dumpster, wraps one gloved hand around her mouth and with the other hand stabs her in the arm with a syringe of something that somewhat paralyzed her terrified and tense body, leaving her to fall limp and relaxed in his arms. She tried to scream but just like a nightmare, no sound would travel up her throat. Her heart raced and her mind began to grow muddled.

He is wearing all black including a black face mask with holes to expose only his eyes and nostrils. He smells of cologne—mahogany and a light floral scent. “Don’t worry,” he whispers into her ear, the sensation of his lips pressed against her ear lobe sends a shiver of fear through her body down her spine, from what she can still feel. Read more »

The Waitress & The Cop [NSFW] [Mf] [Oral]

She had a soft, small laugh and a gentle voice. Calm and loving, she was a thirty-two year old coffee shop waitress with a degree she never used and a very sparse romantic history. She wanted a boyfriend for years but she was terribly shy and just didn’t know how to make a move, even a small one. So she made small talk with strangers all day, knowing she’d never see them again and never really being challenged to go outside her comfort zone.

About six months ago, the Officer who worked along the stretch of lonely highway that the restaurant she waitressed at was located, came into the Diner and introduced himself. He was in his late forties, she’d guessed, which would make him nearly 25 years her senior.

He had blonde hair, grey peppered lightly throughout. It was cut short but had obvious curl in it, and kinda of messy. He stood about six foot two inches, had broad shoulders and thick arms. It was clear he took care of his body. His eyes were an Emerald green which were set perfectly apart and he wore silver Aviators over them most of the time. His name was James, the older waitresses who knew him from when he worked this beat seven years ago called him Jimmy and sometimes Jim. Read more »

The Blonde and the Brunette, Part 1 [NSFW] [ff] [lesbian]

Her fingers danced quickly and effortlessly atop her laptop keyboard, her sky blue eyes not once leaving the screen. Ear buds were tucked into her ears, which were adorned with small diamond stud earrings. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back behind her into a long, neat braid. Both slim and curvy, her toned physique was traced out by her form fitting work out clothes—black leggings, a black racerback tank top covered partially with a black zip up which was now draped across the table behind her computer. She flipped a few pages in the notebook that sat beside her and kept typing. She worked tirelessly like this, only leaving her seat once in a couple hours to grab a coffee and a water from the barista. She was engrossed in her work so much that she had no idea she was being watched and admired. Read more »

The Theater [mf] [public] [NSFW]

The walls rumbled with music, causing the theater seats to gently vibrate. The movie was now loud and interesting enough to distract all the theater-goers; I had a chance to make my move. I grabbed his hand and discreetly placed it on my inner thigh, resting comfortably downstream from my now damp crotch. I felt him look at me—just briefly—as if to non-verbally confirm what was about to happen.

He read my smirk and delicate yet deliberate head nod as a sign to go—and it was on. He pushed his hand farther back, slipping his pinky finger under my cotton panties. Slowly and repeatedly he grazed my clit with his finger, over and over. I tried not to writhe in my seat but it was very hard. I could feel myself grow wetter by what felt like each second. He slowly and slyly snuck in two more fingers and did one slow, heavy, deep, passionate rub and I started to feel myself get to that place. The light from the movie screen flickered against us, illuminating our dirty act. Seeing him touch me in a crowded movie theater was so exciting—I could feel myself getting hotter. I let myself arch my back at the peak moment but otherwise showed no signs of having just cum all over the movie theater seat and his fingers. I look over and see a massive hard on pressed against his khaki shorts. I lean to him and whisper, “Now you…”