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Sister 22f comes home from college

So this happened a couple years ago.

My step sister who is white, brunette, about 5’3, skinny, with 34 ddd tits. I know cause I used to sneak into her room to use her panties and bras for wanking.

I’m 5’10, white, slightly stockier build from sports, but kind of average looks. For the sake of anonymity my name is Daniel hers is Shae.

So we didn’t always get along growing up but we always seemed to find the same circle of friends. We did find ways to get along and tolerate each other but usually did our own thing when we were home.

Throughout the years we started growing closer and closer not having as much fighting and hung out from time to time watching movies, tv shows, or playing games. Since she was older she started maturing and dating so eventually we stopped hanging out as much.

Shae did go to college in another state so I didn’t really see her but for the occasional FaceTime or phone call. I tried dating here and there but just never really got along with them. So just stayed friends with some of them but focused on grades and sports. Read more »

Payback Big Time: Part 1

Breathing heavily. I pushed her more onto the sink as her cheeks rubbed against the mirror that I looked ridiculous in. As I pushed her legs up a knock hit the door.

“Tyler, you in there? Have you seen Tes?” Moms voice called out. I could feel her body tense up as she smiled.

“I’m in here!” I tried to cover her mouth.

Earlier that day….

The day started off bad. Let’s just say I have some anger problems that people don’t like to deal with. Probably why I still live at home while I attend college. I got pretty heated at an online match and picked up the closes thing that being my sister backpack and threw it at the wall.

No one was happy with me. Mom was very disappointed. My sister Drew was also very mad. It would seem that I broke my sister’s very expensive camera that was in her backpack. The lecture was as it always was. I don’t think about my actions, I cause a hostile environment, and so on. I was pretty used to this. Read more »

private story about the public incident

I’m Jimmy [M48] married, 2 kids, a comfortable, safe life, that I hate. I work too much mainly to avoid going home. I don’t really like work either, it’s a sacrifice I make for my children. I hate work-from-home the most. My annoying wife is there. So I catch the train to work in Sydney CBD most weekdays. It takes 45 cathartic minutes which is fantastic alone time to meditate, read a book, listen to music, or just sit and think watching the world go by.

One of my favourite things about catching the train is the different women and seeing how sexy they wear their clothes. There’s this woman I particularly like I see every morning. We are always on the same carriage and every day we look at each other a lot. I mean a lot. We always smile at each other and she doesn’t mind when I look at her body and I let her eyes ravage me too. Her name is Kate, sometimes we have a little conversation, but I was comfortable leaving it on simmer, as she also wears a wedding ring. Sometimes she’ll turn her phone around and show me her nude pics or in some hot lingerie thing. Read more »

The Babysitter [M33/F19] – Part 8

I stood there looking down at her. Eyes wide open and my cock trying to burst out from my sweatpants. As if in a haze my hands started slowly reach out for her. Her eyes were closed but she was about to say something – right then Leo made some loud babbling noises.

“Shit” Lindsey exclaimed. She shot a quick look towards me, jumped up and rushed towards Leo’s room. I snapped back to reality. I had to eject myself quickly from this situation. Fuck. She had looked towards me and even if it was just a glance, she probably saw my raging erection and hand hovering towards her – this was bad. My cock was still rock solid and showed no sign of easing. I decided that I would escape this situation by hurrying to the shower. I’d just have to come up with some elaborate explanation. Read more »

We’re Not Friends! [m/f, free use, bored and ignored, bjs]

(This story takes place in a free use world where everyone is a consenting adult above 18.)

Katie sat on the bench in the mall waiting for her teammates. The nearby fountain rippled with every drop of water that fell. Katie adjusted her skirt, smoothing out and primping her cheer uniform to make sure it always looks good. The bright lettering of the school’s mascot, the “Anal Excavators” emblazoned in bold letters across her perky C-cup chest. On her stomach was an actual picture of the mascot. The muscled construction worker with a dick shaped like a jackhammer was “drilling” it into a girl on all fours wearing a cheer uniform just like Katie was wearing. She admired her blonde curls, perfectly shaped from much practice as she surveyed the mall. One look at Katie would announce her popularity at university to anyone that would see her. The nineteen year old was a vision of sexual prowess. Her bubble butt and thigh gap usually meant she had several cocks shoved inside her at most times, but she was strangely alone. Read more »

The Swimmer – Part 2

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12lsvwt/the_swimmer_part_1/)

A few hours later, sitting at home my phone buzzes, Lucy has sent me a message saying that she’s in bed now, her fingers wet with her juices and her nipples harder than they have ever been, she also included a photo of her naked spread out on her bed, hand between her legs. My cock immediately grows at the sight of her naked body.

Me: Good girl, how long have you been playing with yourself to get that wet?
Lucy: 2 minutes Sir, remembering how hard your cock was made me wet almost immediately, my nipples needed a little work to get hard.
Me: I want you to lick your fingers, tell me how good you taste.
Lucy: oh Sir, I can’t wait until you get to taste me for yourself, I taste so nice.
Me: I can’t wait to run my tongue along that slit of yours, slowly rolling over your clit, listening to you moan deeply.
Lucy: Oh Sir, I really need to cum, will you let me?
Me: As you’ve been a good girl this evening, you can make yourself cum, use your fingers to rub your clit, slide a couple inside. Pinch your nipples as you do so, tell me when you have cum.
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Lucy: Oh Sir, I’ve never cum that hard with just my fingers, thank you for letting me. Can I have Sir visit me tomorrow? I have an idea for how I can thank you and please you at the same time.
Me: Let me check I can get away and don’t have any meetings. What time are you thinking?
Lucy: Maybe mid morning, say 11am, I can make you lunch as well if you would like?
Me: I can do that, and lunch would be lovely, thanks hun. Read more »

The unlikely plus one – part 4 (FINAL)

Maybe it was anger, maybe hatred, frustration, or pent up lust, but we threw ourselves at each other. Our bodies wrapped around one another like vines on a tree, carelessly undressing one another. I rip her blouse open exposing her massive breasts, full bodied and pale, before groping them. She had her arms wrapped around my back, her nails digging into me like claws. I picked her up carrying her over to the bedroom as I placed my lips against the crook of her neck, hearing her sweet, soft moans as she gripped my head. I threw her down on the bed before pouncing on her like a beast on its prey. I wanted to drink every part of her in. That same scent of her perfume from the wedding emanated from her body as I mapped her curves out with my lips. Slowly making my way from her neck down to her tits, kissing and sucking on her nipples as I squeezed them together with my hands. Her moans start to echo throughout the hotel room, playing like a melody in my ears. I continued to travel down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Until finally, I found myself facing her crotch. I slowly peeled her pyjama shorts down, revealing a freshly shaven, pink pussy; gushing with her fluids. I put my lips against her inner thighs, teasing her as I kissed and licked the area around her womanhood. Her moans became deep pants and loud cries, before she’d let out an “ohh fuck!” As I threw myself between her legs. I began to eat her vagina like a starved animal, kissing and sucking on her clit, inserting my tongue inside her and letting her juices flow onto it and drip down my beard. I pulled back and inserted a couple fingers inside her, pulling them in then out, caressing her g spot. I climbed back on top of her, smothering her moans with my lips as I continued to play her pussy like an instrument, strumming at her strings like a harp. “Is this better bitch?” I asked, inches away from her face, as she bit her lip and replied “mmhmm”. “Good.” I panted as i stood up. I dropped my sweat pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them, all while she stared at me with wide eyes. I climbed back on top, slowly inserting my manhood into her as she let out a loud gasp and held her breath. The first couple strokes were slow as I felt her squeeze my cock like a vice. But soon enough, it began to slip in and out with ease. I placed my hands around her neck as I swivelled my hips into her, reaching every part of her insides with smooth strokes. I began to pound into her, the room dancing with the sounds of my grunts and her yelps. She began to move with the motion, her hips fighting back against mine while her breasts bounced like mounds of water.
“Keep… going.. I’m … so close …”. She whispered to me as I made sweet love to her body. I leaned down and began to kiss her neck while still pummelling into her, one hand wrapped behind her forcing her back to arch while the other lifted her leg up. Her moans became louder and louder, before she let out a scream that could’ve been heard by Declan and Emily all the way back home. She laid back and started panting, catching her breath after our first round.
“See? I’m not the worst person to share a hotel room with” I said with a smile as my beard still glistened with her fluids.

The unlikely plus one – part 3

The next morning, I receive a few frantic voice mails from Declan. It turns out there was something in the cake, and everyone who ate it has woken up with food poisoning. That is, everyone at the wedding apart from Anastasia and I. Given their current state, Declan and Emily aren’t able to go on their honeymoon and weren’t able to change their accomodation. Rather than let the tickets go to waste, they offered them to the only 2 guests who hadn’t gotten sick. That is, Anastasia and I. Despite how horrible a week with her sounds, a free trip to the Bahamas is something I could definitely go for. So, not wanting to be petty and refusing the gift, I opted to accept the tickets. Here’s hoping she declines and I have a hotel room to myself.
To my surprise, I receive a text from an unknown number. It was short and to the point. “Got your number from Emily. Be here at 9am Tuesday so we can catch the flight. DONT be late.” Well, there goes the idea of a nice relaxing week alone. Read more »

The unlikely plus one – part 2

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m adding the finishing touches to my suit. I finish tying up my laces before fastening the top button of my shirt and tying a deep blue tie around my neck. I throw my suit jacket on, and place a few sprays of cologne around my body before taking a look in the mirror. I stand tall in a sleek black suit, my hair tied back and beard well groomed. “Here’s hoping I haven’t outdone Declan” I say laughing as I head out to pick up my “date”.
I find myself on the same set of steps I nervously walked up just a few days ago to knock on her door, but the nerves feel more akin to butterflies this time. Why the fuck do I feel this way? I guess she was popular at school for a reason, but that doesn’t excuse her rotten attitude. I knock on the door again, 3 loud knocks just like before. However, as the door opens this time, I am hit with a scent that can only be described as the gardens of heaven. Every flower known to man, intricately intertwined in an intoxicating concoction of pure bliss. The only thing to drag me back down to earth was the sight of who would walk out of that door. It was Anastasia, but not in any way that I had seen her before. Her clear skin shining like the sun itself, with a hint of rose on her cheeks. Dark black locks flow effortlessly on either side as she steps out in a dark olive dress that can barely contain her curves. Thin straps give way to a bare chest, with large buxom breasts stretching the satin fabric. The dress doesn’t just curve around her figure, it ebbs and flows, dancing between her relatively thin waist and wide hips. She was by no means a thin woman, but the protrusion of her chest and hips left her waist looking like a corset had been used to squeeze her together. Her plump lips part, adorned in a deep red colour, to say nothing more than “it’s 6:05. You’re late.” And just like that, the illusion is broken. “After you.” I say, leading her over to my car. From behind, the dress does little to hide the recoil in her ass with every step. I open the passenger door for her and help her in, before closing it and walking around to the front of the car. All I can think about as I walk around is the goddess who opened the door mere seconds ago. I try to find the words to describe her in my mind without being disrespectful, but fuck. She’s a sexy bitch. Read more »

The unlikely plus one – part 1 (enemies to lovers)

Please read my comment underneath for a little context behind this :)

I sat there looking at the text exchange between Declan and myself. The wedding invitation, the request for me to bring a partner for the photos, the list of attending women; of which I know none. Well, none, apart from one. The one girl I absolutely despise, the one who made my school life a living hell. The bitch queen herself. Anastasia (DUN DUN DUNNNN). “You actually want me to ask that bitch out?” I send in an angry text. Declan soon responds “look man, you’ll be doing me and Emily a huge favour. She’s Emily’s best friend and she doesn’t have a plus one either. She’s in the same boat as you really, doesn’t know anyone else there. Please, it would mean a lot.” I scoff at his text “yeah, can’t imagine why she has no one to take” I say out loud before throwing my phone down on the bed and pacing around the room. I soon pick it up again and reply “fine. But you owe me. What’s her address?”
“Her address? What for?”
“Look I’m not going to ask her to join me over text. She may not deserve it but it would be a bit rude not to ask her to her face.”
“Thank you so much Stefan! Emily will love you for this I promise, it’s [address here]”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll see you Sunday.” Read more »