So I met a guy online we were chatting for a couple of weeks he seemed quite a shy reserved type quite sweet. One Friday he said he was bored did I want to go for a drive I thought yeah why not I didn’t have any other plans.
He pulled up and rang the doorbell I opened the door wearing a summer dress that barely covered my breasts and came down to my mid thigh
“Wow, you look lovely” he said trying his hardest not to talk to me chest.
We drove for a while just chatting and laughing I’d told him about how much I loved getting out of the city on a clear night as you could see the stars.
“I know a place” pulling off the main road down a small lane there was a lay-by it was pretty much pitch black no light pollution for miles.
“Are you sure we should be down here?”
“It’s fine my friend owns the farm at the bottom of this lane, beside no one comes down here” a reassuring smile washed over his face and put me at ease.
He turned off the car and we got out to look at the stars there were hundreds of them they filled the night sky. The heat from sunshine had gone for the day and the fresh summers air made my nipples hard and visible through the thin cotton of my dress, I hoped he hadn’t noticed. Looking up at all the stars was incredible,the more we looked the more there were.
Suddenly, I felt his mouth on my neck he started kissing all the way up until his mouth met mine the kisses started softly at first then with more passion and force until I felt him bite onto my bottom lip, this sent a throb in between my thighs.
He flung open the car door,furthest away from the road, pushed me onto my knees and then took out his thick semi erect cock and forced it down my throat he put his hands on the back of my head pulling my mouth further and further right to the base of his now solid cock
“you like that don’t you, you like me forcing myself down your pathetic whore mouth”
who was this and what had he done with the sweet guy who took me on a trip to see the stars!
Although, judging by the wetness soaking through my panties and sliding down my thigh I clearly didn’t mind!
He pulled me to my feet and set free my breast that were barely concealed any more. He latched on to one of them biting, sucking and twisting the solid nipple in between his teeth and lips.
“Lie on the seat with your holes facing me”
I hesitated I didn’t want him to see how wet I’d become.
“I,think I, want to go home “ I muttered
“I SAID LIE ON THE FUCKING SEAT”
A hand forcefully grabbed my hair and pushed me forward in the direction of the seat.
“On your front holes facing me!”
He lifted my dress leaving my panties and the wetness he had created exposed.
“I knew you were a good whore just look how wet you are and I thought this was going to be a struggle but your cunt is so welcoming”
His hand traced up my thigh followed by his tongue
“You taste like a whore too”
Those words made my panties wetter.
He paused for a moment, I thought he’d come to his senses changed his mind, wasn’t going to take me on the side of the road, but then there was a flash.
“W..hat are you doing” there was panic in my voice
“The lads said I didn’t have the balls to go through with the plan I had to show them I did”
The word plan was playing on my mind I wanted to ask what plan? What was going on? But I was instantly distracted when I felt the heat coming from in between my thighs.
With one thrust he had forced himself inside me filling me up,the pain was overtaken by the pleasure of feeling his thick cock stretching my tight hole.
His hand took back the handful of hair he’d used to get me into this position. He picked up the tempo faster and harder with every thrust. It was taking everything in me to not give in to the waves of pleasures taking over my body.
A pathetic “I going to cum” escaped out of my lips
“Whores ask to cum”
I couldn’t resist any longer that sentence had knocked down the very last resistance I had left.
I gripped the seat, there was no stopping it now every muscle in my body tightened,it didn’t go unnoticed.
“You pathetic cum hungry whore you couldn’t even ask for permission”
A hand came down to meet my ass leaving it stinging.
This only increased the wave of pleasure. My entire body shook.
I came hard.
“Stupid…Fucking…whore my load is ending up in your cunt”
Before I could muster the energy to tell him no I felt it, it felt so good.
He pulled himself out and onto his feet leaving me there with both our cum leaking out of me, His handprint still radiating off my ass.
I saw bright lights assuming he was taking more ‘evidence’ of his handy work I didn’t attempt to move but this time the lights weren’t going away. I heard a car doors open and close.
“Right on time lads, she’s all yours…”
Category: Erotica
My boyfriend fucked me while I was working and punished me every time I got something wrong 19[FM]
Working from home, whether it’s uni or normal work is seemingly impossible with my boyfriend. He gets so easily distracted and I try to be well behaved and get my shit done. I was finishing a project that was due in a couple of hours and he kept coming over to me, kissing my neck, my ears, moaning to tease me.
It drove me crazy. It was hard enough having to concentrate without hearing him whisper dirty talk in my ear. My panties were getting wetter but I kept writing, telling him to go back to his desk. (I work on the bed to save room for him). He just kept kissing my neck before calling me a good girl, and telling me to just keep working. I try to focus but feel his hand reach down and slide into my panties. I pause as he starts to play with me, giving me lovebites. “Keep. Working.” He moaned softly into my ear.
Tentacled Mirror Chapter 6: Assimilation [Tentacles][F][Creature][Monster][Sex]
I counted eight tentacles in total coming through as they twisted in the air. How many did the creature have? That question and thought were quickly lost in the haze of arousal.
I leaned back slightly more hoping to present myself better. The tentacles were already through the mirror and positioning themselves around me. The soft hum of arousal coursed through my body as I looked at the mass of swirling black before me.
The tentacles began to trace paths along my body slowly creating light lines of the slime on my skin. It did not take long before the effects of the slime began. The way the tentacles were softly touching me and tracing themselves over my body was like some sort of foreplay. Or perhaps they were teasing me knowing exactly what I wanted and were making me behave for it.
One of the black tendrils finally began to wrap itself around my right breast, giving it some slight squeezes. Two more tentacles took up positions on either side of my neck and to wrap themselves around my neck loosely in opposing directions. They gently pulled and pushed their lengths creating a soothing rub along my neck with the tips caressing the sides of my face.
The first time you seduced me Pt1 [MF]
I woke up a little groggy, 18 and just out of high school I was supposed to start working this landscaping job my Dad set me up with. But… I overslept. No shock there. I had been out with the boys the night before and we had way too much fun. But that’s a story for another time. Anyway I was a little groggy, but the sun was up and I was hungry and so I pulled my ass out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Nobody else would be home at this hour so clothes… Optional. But I had a pair of compression boxer briefs on anyway. Just in case my step sis was back from university today. Brat. Yet another story fir another time. Passing a full length mirror I stopped to pose a little. Even without working landscaping I had been a lean and toned guy since hitting puberty and my tan was pretty dope too. I have felt the gazes of several neighborhood moms lingering a little longer than they should. It’s cool. It always gave me the confidence that I needed. Why be shy of girls when there were women thinking of me? Anyway, I walked to the fridge and poured myself a large glass of milk drank it down. I noticed a package on the kitchen island with a post-it attached reading “Babe, here is your order! Have Fun!”. Below the message was a winking smiley face. Strange I thought. Looks like Mom’s hand writing but what order would she be talking about? And who is “Babe”? Mom would never call Dad “Babe”. Would she? Nah. Whatever. I flipped on the faucet and started rinsing out the milk glass. At the same time I was running the water apparently you had come in through the front door. I hadn’t a clue but had that funny feeling you get when you can just feel someone looking at you. You know what I mean? As I turned back to the fridge to put the carton of milk away I was completely caught off guard by you standing just inside the entrance to the kitchen! And you appeared equally shocked! No, not shocked…..embarrassed? Maybe. Guilty? I don’t know something. I was still a little too groggy and confused to figure it out. Suddenly I realized that I was standing there almost naked and became a little embarrassed myself. “who are you?” I asked trying to cover myself. “And what are you doing here?” Noticing my shock and my momentary lapse in confidence your demeanor changed. You hesitated in responding taking a second, to let your eyes travel up…. And down my body before telling me coolly “Oh I am a coworker of your mother. She gave me your address so that I could drop by and, umm, grab something”. Your eyes resting now on the bulge in the front of my briefs. Your eyes widened a bit and I swear the tip of your tongue parted your lips for a second before your teeth trapped your lower lip between them. Stumbling backwards a little I felt my ass rest against the kitchen island counter. You took a small step closer your heeled shoe clacking against the tile floor. I suddenly remembered the package! “Oh you must be babe! Yes I have your package!” You giggled a little enjoying this. “I mean here look” Grabbing the oversized envelope I pulled it in front of my chest just as you take one more step towards me. “ Here you go. Here it is”. What the hell is wrong with me I start thinking. Why am I so flustered? “You must be Matt” you say to me. “I’ve heard a LOT about you Matt. Your Mom talks about you a lot”. Clack. Another step on the tile towards me. “She says you are a really popular with the girls your age”. Clack. Another step. I am completely off guard. My mind racing. What is happening? “Are you Matt?” Clack. Oh shit now I am noticing how sexy you are. Short business skirt. Tight blouse. Hair pulled up with tendrils falling on either side of your face. All of it flustering me even more. “w-what?” my mouth stumbling. “are you good with the girls Matt?”. Clack. Christ I can smell you now. Your perfume. Light. Fragrant. The bulge in the front of my briefs swelling more, starting to strain against the fabric. “Uh, y-yeah. I mean I guess so.” Clack. “Oh?” you say to me. your body close to mine now placing one hand on the counter to my right. “And how are you with women?” you lean in your lips barely touching my ear. your hair dangling against my shoulder. “I – uh – I mean I haven’t…” I stammer. You place your other hand on my chest. “Oh that’s a shame” you say breathing into my ear. “Yes Matt that is the package I….came for.” biting my ear lobe as your hand travels down over my abs. Using two fingers to playfully flip at the waistband before the split to trace either side of my now completely hard cock before whispering in my ear again “ But I really want to cum for this one right….. Here” as your hand grabs the full mass of my cock and balls. My head tilts back, your hand gripping me feels amazing. “Would you like that Matt? Would you deliver your package for me?”
My 10th chapter! I’m screaming!
So this is the 10th and largest chapter I’ve posted yet. It brings the overall story pass 100k words! That’s a huge accomplishment for me! I hope you all enjoy!
https://www.literotica.com/s/i-want-you-to-want-me-ch-10
M4F British Accent for your pleasure
Hi,
Firstly this is my first time posting here, hopefully I get a little interest. To be clear I’m male and looking to connect with someone female.
I’m an experienced and eloquent 30 year old from the U.K. with a neutral British accent. Having been in a few long distance relationships over the years I have honed my skill towards building a scenario and giving voice notes as well.
A bit of back and forth and encouragement would be nice but what really turns me on is knowing you’re enjoying yourself so what would you like to read, hear about?
PM or chat please, would consider moving to another form if the initial conversation goes well. Rather than just a hi, a short prompt from you as well as some age info (18+ only please) would be great. Hope to hear from you soon.
Tell Me About It (M/F)
“Essie, why aren’t you in bed?” It’s 2am and I’ve just found you sat on the couch reading. You’re curled up so small it’d be easy to not notice you there, a blanket piled on top of your petite form.
“Not tired. I got bored laying in bed.”
A big yawn gives away your lie, if I had to bet, there’s too much going on in that head of yours, and you needed an escape for a bit. I’ll be lucky to get you to bed tonight, but I can try.
“It looks like you might be getting tired now, want to come back to bed with me and see about getting a nap in?”
“Not really.” You’ve gone back to reading, looking away from me and trying your best to hide your yawns and head bobs.
I walk over and kneel down to be on your level before taking the book from your hands and setting it aside, “Come to bed and we can talk till you fall asleep. You only have to stay half an hour. If you’re still awake after that and want to read more, you can come back out here and read. Ok?”
The Last Dance [Sensual, Snuff, Explosives]
A dim, red glow lit Mona’s body, and washed over the audience, obscuring most of them. It came from a series of small, luminous lights placed behind the stage, casting her into shadow, only the hint of her silhouette visible for now.
Mona breathed out, slowly, with finality. She stepped out into the center, her caramel face and obsidian irises finally visible to the paying audience of Club Lux’s Last Dance. She had practiced this, honed her art into perfection over a short career, preparing for this very moment. Dressed in veils of black satin that clung to her body, Mona’s skin was barely visible, but this would change soon.
Somewhere, behind a blast shield, a jazz band starts playing. A light, pleasant, anticipatory strumming fills the room, the rhythm guitar rising above the tenor, the bass, and the sax to lead the band into the dance.
**DLANG-DLANG-DLA-DLANG**
A Slasher Flick [MF][Snuff][Clothing][Feet]
Rachel lounged on the sofa, her black leggings draping over the arms as she kicked her feet back and forth, absorbed in her phone. Her leggings were tight against her waist, but flared as they approached her calves, the cloth swaying gently as her legs shook. The green sneakers caught the light, the shining rubber and plastic looking slightly beaten down and roughed up from all the walking one inevitably did on a college campus. Every once in a while, her leggings hitched up her legs a little more, a crease forming on the calf, and a small peek of her dark green socks was visible.
Rachel was bored. Brian was on the armchair, sitting on the other side of Rachel. Watching her leggings as they moved, almost hypnotically, up and down, he snapped out of his reverie, and looked over at his pathologically bored sister.
“Keep doing that, your sneakers are going to fly off.”
“Well, hopefully they hit you in the face.” Rachel looked up and stuck her tongue out cheekily. Brian was, like every older brother on the planet, just the tiniest bit a dick.
Like a Good Neighbor – Part 6 [Cheating][Creampie][Impregnation]
I awoke to the click of the door and followed by the sounds of footsteps. I quickly lifted my head and rubbed the crusted sleep from my eyes. The steady hum of machines and the calming beep of monitors had finally lulled me to sleep after almost two days by Kurt’s side. I was scared, scared beyond anything for Kurt, yet my body had finally given up and succumbed to exhaustion. Those two days were torture, absolute torture. I had seen scenes like this on TV but never had I imagined I would be sitting here going through this. As the footsteps got louder, I had only a moment before someone would slide the privacy curtain and enter the room. That moment seemed like a lifetime. The silence was deafening, the only noise was the machines. Was it the doctor coming in to give updates or a nurse doing her rounds? I waited patiently, all the while quietly cursing myself for falling asleep.
The doctor waved a hand apologetically at me and spoke softly, “Are you, Mrs. Riza Thompson?”
I nodded as I rubbed my eyes some more.