Author: zombies_never_saydie

Daddy’s College Slut, Pt. 5 [M/F, D/s, Step-Father, Fingering, Outercourse]

*Though this is a continuation of a series, the other parts aren’t necessary to read beforehand. But, should you desire further reading, the other four parts are linked in the chronological order in the first paragraph.*

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Ray told himself he’d be good. And for a while, that was true. It was easy enough while Olivia was finishing her spring semester at college. She wasn’t around to tempt him with her narrow waist or that firm, bubbly ass, or that sweet, but whiny voice mewling “Daddy…” Of course, he still thought of her a lot. About the time he took her over his knee and [spanked her](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/p1qpka/daddys_college_slut_mf_ds_spanking/). Or when he snuck into her room one night to suck her clit until she [climaxed against him](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/p38fz2/daddys_college_slut_pt_2_mf_ds_stepfather/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=usertext&utm_name=u_zombies_never_saydie&utm_content=t3_t4g4kt). And, sure, he also thought about how she [rode him in that tiny red bikini](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/p63vvz/daddys_college_slut_pt_3_mf_ds_stepfather/). Obviously, he couldn’t help but work one out to the memory of her [dressing up in a Halloween costume at the mall](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/qb1dfv/daddys_college_slut_pt_4_the_halloween_special_mf/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=usertext&utm_name=u_zombies_never_saydie&utm_content=t3_t4g4kt).

Still, despite everything they’d done together, and how *bad* it they had been, he tried to keep it together when she came home for the summer. It wouldn’t last long. Read more »

How to Train a Yoga Slut, Pt. 2 [M/F, Hypnosis, Tight Clothing, Oral]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ucj4jh/how_to_train_a_yoga_slut_mf_hypnosis_outercourse/)

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Amy was positively glowing when she walked into the studio the next morning.

“Hi Jackson! I’m excited for our private yoga session today. Our last workout was great.” She had her bright blonde hair in a high, swaying ponytail again. But this time she had traded her yoga pants for a pair of spandex shorts that might make a pornstar blush. They were an olive green, with a thong-like outline on the rear. They barely came down past her groin and I could very clearly see the outline of her likely trimmed mound. Her top was another matching sports bra, this one so tight that I could see she had a barbell piercing through her left nipple.

My cock started to throb against my shorts as soon as she walked in. When she moved in front of me to enter the studio–giving me a full view of the way her thin shorts hugged each of her ass cheeks individually–I had a full-blown erection. I couldn’t stop thinking of our last session, when I used those perfectly round, firm cheeks to get off, blowing my sticky load up her spine and convincing her it was a “warming massage lotion.” Read more »

Your Lips [A Poem]

Your lips on my lips

First wrapped in the low fog of the Lost Coast

Shared cheap box wine in patterned paper cups

Swirls of water making trenches between my toes

Cabana stripe beach towel squeezed tight

Mist pouring through the open tailgate

The crackling cinders of a collapsing bonfire

Slivered silver moon pulling the tide

Tossing a small boat against tongue as I find

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Your lips on my lips

Bent like a pilgrim genuflecting in the pews

White stockings rolled as I pursue

Dress ruffled, words muffled

An open hymnal tossed in the scuffle

Come, come, thou fount of every blessing

The flaming tongue above hums the melodious notes below

I taste the skin, the seed, the flesh of the choicest fruit

Nectar drips onto my suit as I press

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Your lips on my lips

Feeling swanky and sultry from palomas and back rubs

Torn denim shorts thrown aside like blue skies open wide

Splotched with puffy wisps of cotton candy white

Shook your hips and scooted down by the poolside Read more »

Extorting a Superheroine [M/F, Blackmail, Facefucking]

Grant grasped his co-worker, Molly, by the shoulder. “Hey, can I talk to you in my office quick?”

She reacted in surprise. She didn’t work directly with Grant and rarely had conversations with him. “Oh, um, sure. I’m free right now.”

Her black high-heels clicked down the tiled hall as she followed him to his corner office. Once inside, she waited near the entrance, unsure of what to expect.

He motioned towards the chair in front of his desk, “Please, sit down.”

Molly’s high blonde ponytail bounced back and forth as she sat down. She smoothed out her black pencil skirt and looked at the tall man expectantly. “So…what did you want to talk about?”

Grant rubbed his five o’clock shadow, which only served to emphasize his strong jawline. He was a handsome man, with dark features and the sort of mid-length, shaggy hair that curled just right above her eyebrows. But Molly had never paid much attention to him–they worked in different departments. Plus, given her *afterhours* work, it was better if she was careful about who she got close to. Read more »

The Quiet Girl in the Library has an Oral Fixation, Pt. 3 [M/M/F, Facefuck, Titfuck, Public]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u1pogj/the_quiet_girl_in_the_library_has_an_oral/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u63set/the_quiet_girl_in_the_library_has_an_oral/)

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Well, it was bound to happen at some point. We got **caught**.

After that second time, Aly and I settled into a kind of rhythm. We would both be in the basement stacks of the library on the same day at the same time a few times a week. Without fail–and often with virtually no words exchanged–Aly would slip out of her seat, fall between my legs, and suck me off.

Some days it was a slow, sensual blowjob. I would recline lazily, spreading my legs while Aly worked that magical tongue up and down my shaft. Other days I felt more dominant and rough. I’d grab her dark brown hair and pump that wet little hole hard against my pelvis. She seemed to particularly enjoy the intensity–if her choked moaning was anything to go by.

I suppose you could say we got too comfortable. We stopped paying much attention to our surroundings. It was always so *dead* in the bottom stacks. She became noiser and I did too, which only made her moans grow louder. Read more »

How to Train a Yoga Slut [M/F, Hypnosis, Outercourse]

Normally, there would be a few other girls around for morning yoga, but I arranged the schedule so that it was me and my newcomer. I wanted the opportunity to get her started on my regiment without any other distractions. She arrived a few minutes early, bleached blonde ponytail swaying high above her shoulders and–despite the fact that we were about to engage in *hot* yoga–an obvious touch of foundation and eyeliner. She was wearing a trendy spandex teal sports bra with matching yoga pants. It would be an understatement to say that her ass looked good, clasped between that tight, near-sheer fabric. It looked *outstanding*. And she seemed quite aware that I’d be looking, tossing her head back to address me with a flirtatious grin over her shoulder as I lead her back to the yoga studio.

“Amy, right? I’m Jackson, I’ll be your instructor today.”

“Nice to meet you, Jackson.” She said as she placed her bag down inside the studio and unrolled her purple yoga mat.

I turned up the temperature and switched on some light, beat-less ambient music suffused with the sounds of waves crossing. I sat cross-legged in front of my pupil. “Alright, ready?” Read more »

The Quiet Girl in the Library has an Oral Fixation, Pt. 2 [M/F, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Titfuck, Public]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u1pogj/the_quiet_girl_in_the_library_has_an_oral/)

***

I didn’t see Aly the next afternoon. I searched through the library’s basement, desperately horny after the pornographic blowjob she’d given me the day prior. The next day was just the same. I thought perhaps that was the last I’d see of her, that maybe she had moved somewhere else, searching out new cocks to suck in farther reaches of the university’s campus.

On Friday I was pleasantly surprised. The afternoon just prior to the weekend was perhaps the best time to study. I counted perhaps five people as I walked through the first level of the library before descending into the basement, where I saw no one save for *her*. She was in the same spot as before, that same exact table where she’d pushed out of her chair to her knees and taken my erect cock into her mouth.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t start bulging against my dark wash jeans as soon as I saw the back of her head. Her hazelnut hair was tied up into a messy top-knot this time, with a ballpoint pen piercing it. She was dressed differently too, this time in a pleated skirt that ran near to her knees and a simple white camisole with her trademark baggy cardigan. Read more »

The Quiet Girl in the Library has an Oral Fixation [M/F, Oral, Public]

*Based on a true story. Enjoy.*

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I saw her often in the university library’s basement. When I went to study I preferred to find the quietest possible place. It took a few visits before finding *my* spot, but once I latched onto the depths of the basement–back among an assortment of old science journals–I never went anywhere else. I would regularly see a girl there–short, natural brown hair often in a high pony, black-framed glasses, always wearing a baggy cardigan over some colorful t-shirt–who seemed to have landed on the same idea.

We would occasionally make eye contact and exchange a friendly smile or wave, but it wasn’t until one afternoon when I was walking past her table to leave that she finally spoke to me.

“I’m Aly.” Her big brown eyes stared up at me from behind her thick glasses.

It caught me by surprise and I almost didn’t stop, thinking that she was having a conversation with someone else.

“Oh, yeah, hey Aly, I’m Flynn. We’ve been seeing each other a lot, eh?”

She nodded enthusiastically, pushing her frames up her slender nose’s bridge. “Mhm, you found my secret spot! I love studying down here. It’s always dead quiet.” Read more »

Satanic Panic Pt. 2: A Horny Coven of Witches Summons a Demon During Their Weekend Retreat [M/F, Rough Sex, Outdoors, Oral, Spit-Roasting]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/tbw9b9/satanic_panic_pt_1_a_horny_coven_of_witches/)

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It was only a moment after splattering his load inside Kat that Amon was dissipating from her room in a relentless pursuit of the other witches who had summoned him. He was partially corporeal now, no longer a mere ghostly outline. He had the distinct shape of a tall, chiseled man. His body was still faded and obscured, his face especially. But he was coming through to the mortal plane now, fed by the perverse energy of his summoners. He left the room just as Celeste rushed in to collect her exhausted, but incredibly satisfied friend.

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Jess was wandering aimlessly through the dying pine trees that surrounded the cabin. She was wearing her black lace teddy, which hugged her pronounced hips and shapely ass in a way that even her friends were envious of. Her tight, red curls bounced near her shoulders as she stumbled around the woods. She had a glass of white wine in her hand, but–in her inebriated state–had already managed to spill half of it down her cleavage. Read more »

Satanic Panic Pt. 1: A Horny Coven of Witches Summons a Demon During Their Weekend Retreat [M/F, Rough Sex, Oral, Ghostly Apparitions]

It was a silly idea, but in good fun. The four–Jess, Aly, Kat, and Celeste–hadn’t seen each other properly in years. There were the odd lunches and coffees here and there, but they hadn’t had a veritable *girls’ weekend* since college. They finally set out to correct their lackadaisical socializing in the few weeks before Aly’s wedding. A rented cabin retreat in the Rockies would be the perfect environment for a solitary, distraction-free friends’ weekend. But it was Celeste’s idea to bring up the Crescent Circle.

They had initially bonded over a shared interest in the occult and quickly formed what they called a witches’ coven. They dubbed themselves the Crescent Circle and dedicated many nights throughout college to performing rituals, sneaking through graveyards, and reading each other’s fortune. For their weekend, Celeste suggested something especially ambitious: summoning the Dark Lord himself.

“Don’t you remember when we tried sophomore year?” She asked as they piled their bags into the rustic cabin.

“That time we used a ouija board,” Kat chipped in. Read more »