I knew I was going to Hell the first time she looked in my direction and smiled. I was sitting in the pew beside my wife and she was singing in the choir with a voice that would make angels jealous. My wife and I were friends with her parents and had started attending there at their invitation. Her dad and I got along famously, both outdoorsmen, we soon became hunting and fishing buddies.
She had caught my attention immediately however. She was that black haired beauty with big dark eyes that Bob Segar sang about. She was in her early thirties, married to a clean cut, preppy, accountant. It was obvious to me that she was adventurous and craved the ruggedness of a man like her dad, but had just settled for that safe guy she had met in college.
Sunday after Sunday, I was reminded of my fate as she smiled and watch me squirm in my seat a little. Fuck she was gorgeous. She would linger after service, as her dad and I talked fishing or about hunting. I remember seeing a gleam in her eye one Sunday and her typical grin in my direction as her father and I discussed what I was going to be doing on vacation the next week. That bite of her lip sealed my fate when her dad threw me the key to their cabin on the lake.
I left on the following Monday evening, kissing my wife goodbye for the week. She had to work and had no interest in roughing it for a week away anyway. I soon found myself two hours away from home and out of cell range, dragging my stuff up to the cabin door. I saw a little smoke coming from the outside wood stove and thought it odd but Gary was just the kind of guy to have come out and started a small one to warm the place up. It wasn’t until I opened the door that I learned the truth.
The whole cabin smelled of springtime and glowed of candlelight. I knew immediately what was happening. I can’t say that I was upset. My heart raced as I sat down my bags. I could smell her perfume, at least that’s what my mind subconsciously registered. My Sunday temptation had already started a burning desire deep inside. As I made my way up the stairs to the loft, My hunger gnawed at the pit of my stomach as my mind ran through the thoughts of eternal damnation and what I should do. I was almost 20 years older than her, both of us married, and her dad was my new best friend. We saw each other at church every Sunday dammit, this shouldn’t be happening. As I topped the staircase, I froze immediately. There she was, standing at the top step, dressed in nothing but a small white tank top and a very small pair of white panties.
I wanted to rush for her immediately, push her to the bed and take her right there. My heart throbbed so hard it was only matched by the tightness that throbbed beneath my jeans. My god I’m doomed I thought.
Before I could utter more than a few syllables she was on me. Her arms and legs wrapped around me and holding on for dear life while her mouth covered my every protest. When she pulled back for a brief second I managed to blurt out “but I’m old enough to be your father…” Once again the firestorm of Hades roared through my mind and devoured the last vestiges of moral thought as she whispered in my ear “If that’s what you want Daddy…” Within moments she was on the bed, panties ripped away, trembling as my mouth tasted her sweet nectar. Her hands gripping my hair as she was lost in the waves washing over her. I fed on her passion, my tongue licking every drop, exploring every fold and crevice as her hip pushed against me. I growled deeply as she tried to pull my head up to her face, my hands locked across her hips holding her down as I sucked on her lips and swollen little button. Her moans and whimpers filled my ears as her sweetness coated my lips. My own desires intensified as I relished in the way her body reacted to me. That night and several nights after were filled with our secret forbidden desires. I marked her and claimed her as mine in ways only she and I could witness to and she claimed my heart and soul as well. I found out she was on a business trip officially. She had been waiting for the opportunity to “seduce me” she giggled. Her husband, like my wife was very much the love of her life but lacked the raw masculine passion that she saw in me and needed so badly.
Sunday service has never been the same. The smile she flashes from the choir loft burns my soul like a branding iron every time. The “unintentional” touches as she passes by sear my flesh. Those dark eyes ignite a flame of desire when our gaze meets, and now there is a new torment as she rattles the key to her fathers cabin as she swiftly passes by. A signal of her own desire to unleash the demons, the doomed souls that drive us together…
As we lay here again months later, tangled and exhausted, her head on my chest, both dripping wet from sweat and passion, we may be doomed to eternity but right now it feels so much like heaven…
Category: Erotica
The Chase
She ran from the house to the woods. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid or excited but she ran anyway. The forest was dense, dark, and foreboding. There was a lingering haze that coated the forest floor.
With each step she took she could feel his blue piercing eyes upon her, sure that he was close behind.
As she ran, she thought she could hear his footsteps over the racing beat of her heart. The brambles tore at her red cape and ripped her fishnet stockings as she imagined the hands of her wolf pawing at her. She could almost feel his grip as she struggled against the undergrowth. The thought of his grip on her arms and legs made her gasp in panic. Was it panic?
As she continued to stumble forward she could feel his hot breath in her ear, fuck he was so close, her heart beat louder with anticipation, no it was terror, maybe? In her mind she could see his wicked grin, those lips that she pictured him licking, desiring to devour her whole. His teeth gleamed white in the darkness, she felt a tremble of fear, no that’s not right, not fear… Her mind raced as she willed her feet reluctantly forward. A new sensation of excitement filled her as she heard his growls. They sounded full of ravenous lust. She swore she could hear a strange tone in them as the words “all the better to eat you with my dear!”, echoed in her head, and it made her skin hot and her face blush.
She ducked behind a tree. Fuck, why wasn’t she running? She wanted to run but she also wanted, no, needed to see her pursuer. Her mind filled with thoughts of him. She needed to see the beast, his wicked smile and the gleam in his blue eyes.
Fuck, she could already feel the excitement tingle deep within her core. How close was he? What would he do to her? She bit her bottom lip at the thought. Her hand clutched at the hem of her skirt, trying desperately to avoid touching herself. “What the fuck am I doing?” She thought to herself. Her fight or flight instincts kicked in again as her body filled with a rush of excitement, lust and fear. She turned again to run.
Out of nowhere he was on her. His hand gripped her throat. She stood frozen, her gaze locked on the blue of his eyes. She felt the pain of the rough bark against her back as the Wolf pushed her against the oak. She tried to act defiant as she struggled, and he laughed. His mouth pressed against hers as he forced a kiss. In one last act of defiance, she bit his lower lip and they tasted blood. Her triumph wilted with his growl and the wicked spark in his glare, as she felt his other hand between her thighs. “You’re not putting up much of a fight Little One, and you are such a wet needy little mess to be pretending to be so brave.” He growled, his hot breath sending shock waves through her body.
“Fuck, he knew!” she thought as waves of heat and pleasure washed over her mind as her body responded to his finger tips. Those strong fingers, that seemed to be forcefully touching her in all the right ways. He slid them past her panties and her floodgates opened. she gasped for a breath at his rough touch, already hampered by his hold on her throat. A moan escaped her lips along with a breathy “Fuck you!” His mouth went for her neck and she grasped around his head to pull him closer as she felt his lips and teeth meet the pale delicate skin of her neck. “Oh gods!” She cried as her mind reeled with a combination of pleasure and fear. She felt her panties rip away as he growled with lust,and her mouth blurted out “fuck me Daddy…” before she even realized she had spoken at all. He grabbed her hands by her wrist with one hand and pinned them above her. Her moans filled the forest and echoed, as he pushed deep inside her. The pain of the bark against her back mixed with the pleasure he brought to her body with each long, rough thrust. Her mind clouded as her body began thrusting back, matching his rhythm and intensity. He released her hands as she began matching his growls and he smiled. They fucked wildly as she bit into his shoulder. He tore loose the front of the black corset she wore under the red cloak. He teased and nibbled her breasts before marking them with hickeys, as she clawed at his back. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled back, exposing her neck once again to his mouth as she came twice on his cock in rapid succession. Her third orgasm came just as he made his final thrust and howled. As he filled her throbbing wet pussy with his seed, her howl joined his as her body trembled in its own release and she collapsed in his arms. “See Babygirl you ran needlessly. You are mine Babygirl, mine…”, the wolf wispered in her ear.
“I was yours before I ran Daddy, I just needed you to catch me… yours” she replied.
The Office Visit
She was blonde, in great shape, not in an athletic way but more of a mousy, librarian sort of way. I’ve always enjoyed my trips to my optometrist, just for the chance to see her. Even though she was slightly aloof and seemed timid, she exuded femininity. She excelled at flirting clumsily whenever I came in. I’ve always had a thing for girls like that, I’m not talking about her body type but her attitude and demeanor, they always seem so innocent and unblemished, timid and demure. You just know deep down somewhere, that there is a wildcat waiting to be turned loose. It is there hidden behind that timid smile, that awkwardness, that’s what has always captured my attention. Her green eyes always sparkled as she grinned her slightly crooked, exuberant smile. Her voice was soft as she asked me about my eyesight.
“Have you noticed any changes in your vision?” She asked as she slid into the chair beside my exam chair. “Nope you are as gorgeous as ever Doc!” I spouted without hesitating. I always tried to compliment her in a way that I knew would catch her off guard a little, and today was no exception as I flashed her a grin. She looked a little embarrassed at my response, but there was something different about her body language today. She seemed to radiate heat or light or something, as she leaned in with her scope to examine my eyes.
After leaning close for a few minutes staring deep into my eyes under examination, she lowered her scope, leaving her face just mere inches from mine. There was a hesitation as time seemed to stop, her eyes locked on my gaze. The look on her face was unexplainable, I could almost see thoughts forming behind her eyes as her gaze seemed to stare right into my soul. “I never realized how beautiful the blue is in your eyes…”, she all but gasped.
It was then I realized she had put her hand on my knee as she had leaned in. Instinct took over and within seconds my lips were locked to hers and her hands were pulling me closer. She pulled away not saying a word and rushed to the door of the exam room. I started to apologize, thinking she was rushing out having maybe crossed a line, until I realized she had shut the door and was locking it.
Her face flushed as she rushed back to me, her blouse was half open already as she fumbled with the rest. Underneath that plain blouse I could make out exquisite lace. She muttered something barely intelligible about “lunch break” and “next appointment” and “hurry” before her hands were pulling me to my feet and her hands were rushing to unbuckle my belt. It was a blur, a mad scramble as I undid the last buttons on her blouse and yanked her skirt down.
My hand found her throat and her back found a wall, and I squeezed as my mouth savagely tore at hers. I felt he body relax in my grip as her lace bra fell to the floor.
My other hand slid to her panties. I could feel the moisture through the matching lace even before my fingers slid beneath the fabric. “My god you are so fucking wet. Is this what you’ve been waiting and wanting all these years Kitten?” “Yes Daddy…” she managed before she trailed off into a moan as my fingers moved first to my lips then to hers. “Daddy always gets the first taste…” I smiled as she greedily sucked my offered fingers in her mouth.
She stood there naked before me as I stared at her body. “Finish undressing me…” I growled in a low tone. She immediately as if long practiced, replied “Yes Daddy…” and began taking off my shirt and undoing my pants. As soon as my pants were down, I pulled her close, both hands squeezing her ass, fingertips leaving bruises as my lips and teeth sucked and nibbled her neck. Her wetness pressed against my thigh as my hands ran up her back. I could feel her grinding against me and could tell she was desperate to cum. “How long has it been since your pretty little pussy has been fucked hard, my needy little slut?” I growled my hot breath in her ear, as my right hand found her hair. She smirked and then squealed as I pulled back hard. Her hips thrust hard against me as she whimpered slightly. “Too long, fuck me please Daddy… I’ll be your good girl.
Guiding her with a handful of hair , I swiped the stuff on her small desk into the floor and bent her over on it. My left hand was soaked as I cupped her dripping pussy. I raised her up on her tiptoes and told her to stay right there as I released the grip on her hair. She moaned loudly as my fingers rubbed her wetness, and I wondered if her receptionist had stepped out for lunch, or knew what was going on. “You’re going to be moaning louder than that before Daddy is through Kitten!” My hand found purchase on the pale cheek of her ass as I slowly rubbed circles on her clit. She gasped at the strike and followed it with a long moan. “Oh fuck yes Daddy…” she trailed off… with each smack her cheeks grew redder with my hand prints and if possible her cunt grew wetter as she whimpered and moaned. I removed my hand from her clit when I saw it becoming impossible for her to stay on her toes. I lightly raked her back as I pushed her head down cheek flat on the desk. Her breath was now short with anticipation as I rubbed my wet hand on my cock and slid it against her honey soaked lips. Her ass shot up and backward aching to have me deep inside her, bringing her the release she needed. I was so hard I felt like I was going to split open when my head touched her hot dripping lips. She gasped and let out a long sigh of a groan as I pushed deep inside her. Despite being so wet, she was tight beyond all measure. I pushed and pushed as she moaned louder and louder just like I promised. Her hips rolled and thrust backward as I plunged deeper over and over again her back arched and her head popped up thrust backward as she started to shutter. “Fucking cum for me Kitten, tell everyone right now who you’re cumming for! ” I growled as my own release crested. “Oh fuck! I’m cumming for you Daddy!!!” She squealed as her body lost all rhythm and she thrust herself back hard against my cock. I could feel her muscles contract as I pumped stream after stream of my own deep inside her. Our combined moans filled the room as our combined passion soaked us both. We collapsed together against the desk for minutes that seemed like hours. Hurriedly we stood up. I kissed her deeply and held her for a moment before we rushed to dress and straighten the desk up. I snatched the panties from her hand as she started to put them on and shoved them in the pocket of her lab coat. “Not for the rest of the day Kitten” I grinned. She pulled them back out, held them to her nose then handed them back to me. “For you Daddy…” I kissed her forehead, “Thank you my Good Girl!”
She left the exam room first and I heard her talking glasses with the optician as I walked out. Both ladies smiled as I made my way out to the receptionist. When she looked up and saw me, a big smile and a visible blush came across her face. “Doc wants to see you again next week to go over your exam Dadd… er Sir. We have it scheduled for the last slot of the day, I think the optician will need some time to see you as well this time for a fitting. I smiled to myself as I took the appointment card from her. Hastily scribbled on the back was her phone number and the message, “That sounded incredible, Here’s my personal number if you need to get ahold of me after work hours.
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Thirty-Three – Seeing Double
Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.
Story Codes: mmff, exhib, hp, grope, inc, magic, mc, spank, voy
The Blacksmith’s Whore
He walked into the small cottage. Lighting the oil lamp. He knew she was there, but he did not rush. Slowly he removed his leather apron, followed by his heavy linen tunic.
He drew water from the pump and watched as it poured into the large copper tub. With the fire burning low in the hearth he lit the oil burner he had fashioned around the tub and let it warm as he continued slowly undressing. He impressed himself with his own inventions sometime, he mused as he slipped his rough trousers off and then the soft linen undergarment he wore. He made sure to flex his muscles and turn so that she got a good look at all of him in the pale lamplight. He turned off the burner and eased himself into the tub. The hot water felt good as he washed off the sweat, soot and grime of the blacksmith shop. Standing his body glistened wet in the lamplight as he dried himself.
“Enjoying yourself my little slut?” He chuckled as he walked to the darkened side of the room where she lay on his bed. He smiled as he gazed down at her. Her hands were touching her own body, moving lightly across her breasts, rubbing against her hard nipples. Her eyes sparkled in the light as her gaze locked on his body. Her teeth bit into her lip as she stared at his manhood. “What’s the matter my little whore, you act as though you have never seen my cock before?” She moaned as her hand stroked the fabric of the black lace undergarment she wore. She giggled as she raised her sheer black stocking covered legs up in the air, hiding her face from him and presenting him an excellent view of her ass and lace covered pussy.
“My you are being a teasing little minx, aren’t you?” His hand immediately went between her legs. “So wet and needy! I’m beginning to think you are but a common little cock whore my dear!” Again she moaned as his hand massaged her wet laced panties. Slowly he spread her legs apart with his thick strong hands. “You’re lucky I’m hungry for your taste my dear, you’ll feel gentle pleasure before I fuck you like a wanton little cunt.” His thick fingers moved to unclasp her stockings. Slowly placing her foot on his chest he slid the silken fabric over her calves and off of her feet one at a time. With the last one free he massaged her foot with his rough calloused hands. Slowly moving to her ankles his lips trailed behind his fingers. When he reached her knees, he kissed the delicate flesh behind them making her squirm. Then without warning he raked his nails against her inner thigh and chuckled as she bucked and squealed. “Just a little taste of pain with your pleasure Kitten!” He growled as he went back to kissing his way up her leg. His hand pressed down against her hip as he growled and bit her inner thigh. She moaned from the pain and the pleasure as her hands found his head. She twisted and thrusted trying to force him to her need and he laughed as he delivered a sharp tap to her drenched, lace covered cunt with his fingers. “You’re being an impatient little slut my love!” Growled as he pulled off her lace.
The blow had sent shockwaves through her body and it soaked her completely, as his mouth now covered her silky wetness. He forced one leg against the bed with one hand as the other slid up her body to grab her breast. He squeezed as his tongue made long soft flat licks against her cunt, and he moaned with passion, enjoying her taste.
He felt himself getting rock hard as he peered through the dim light to watch her face. Her head thrashed back and forth, whimpers escaping her throat as his tongue traced each fold and crevice. Circling her now throbbing clit, teasing but never touching. With his own lips he sucked the moisture off of hers one at a time while he pinched and rolled her nipples with his fingers. Her hips rolled and thrust on their own as he released her leg and deftly slid a finger inside her greedy little hole. He pushed his tongue against her button and sucked as he finger fucked her to the edge only to pull off before she came, a torture he repeated several times before he growled at her to beg for it. Her back arched and tears filled the corner of her eyes as she screàmed out “Please Sir oh fuck…please!!!” He raised up to watch her face as he stroked her inside with his rough fingers, his thumb rolling her swollen clit and growled “Cum for me then Kitten!” And she bucked her body in spasms as her eyes clouded in lidded ecstacy…
He pulled her to him and held her against his chest as she came, wave after wave, but he never removed his hand, he had a claim, that was his.
“Yes my Queen, but also remember you came to me of your own free will. Wanting all the things our King is to old to give and do to your nubile young body. You may be my Queen but as long as you are here in my arms you are my little slut. Now be a good girl for Sir and open that pretty little mouth so I can find my release and see how much you have learned my little slut, I mean Milady!” He grinned.
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Twenty-Three – Malfoy’s Loony Line of Work
Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.
Story Codes: mf, x-mast, cream pie, grope, magic, preg, spank, voy
Dorm Room discovery
In my sophomore year of college I moved in with one other girl, a junior who seemed friendly and nice. She was cute, but not a blonde bombshell, good time party girl. She was shy and somewhat introverted, she didn’t date but devoted hereslf to college classes, and getting top grades. She did seem interested in my boyfriends and would listen with great avidity when I talked baout my dates. We used to joke about sex and laugh about how horny we always were. She with no dates and me with the occasional date but afraid to and not ready to have sex.
One Saturday in October I came back to our room after a date that had culminated in some kissing and petting. I was very aroused but had told my date that I wasn’t ready to go any further. He had been touching my breasts through my shirt and kissing my neck. If I had had such a date at home I surely would have gone to my bedroom and masturbated before falling asleep.
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I woke up wishing you were here with me. Teasing me with your soft hands. Torturing me with your touch. My stiff dick in your hands, you taunting the tip and smiling when my precum peeked up from my dick hole. Taking my taut dick head into your warm mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip as you run your red nails along my tight abs. Twisting your lips around the shaft and burying my dick head in your constricting throat. Squeezing and drooling on my balls as you choke yourself to devour all of me. I’m wishing I was listening to your heavy breathing when you extract my dick from the moist recesses of your throat and give me chills from the cool air touching my saliva covered dick. You stroking the tip and looking me in my eyes, awaiting my orders. I’m wishing I could yank you to the edge of the bed, lay you on your chest and lift your ass up while I pull your hands between your legs as I eat your pussy from behind. Gripping your hands so you can’t move or crawl away. Giving you my mouth entirely, letting you throw your pussy back into my face and slobbering all over your oozing cunt. Licking both of your holes, slipping my tongue inside your pussy and eating your arousal. Moaning, begging for more. Biting the back of your thighs and your ass cheeks, making you weak. Wishing I was moaning into your crotch and feeling you jerk against my face, whimpering when you’re ready to cum. I’m wishing I could stand behind you and tease your moist pussy with my quivering dick head. Relishing in that initial dive into the softest place on earth. Pushing my dick slowly into your horny hole, gripping your hips and grinding until I’m all the way in. Feeling your pussy grip me to get adjusted to the feeling. Stroking you slowly and leaning down to grab ahold of your wonderful tits. Squeezing and teasing your nipples while steadily pounding you. Our motions growing more sporadic the closer we get to cumming on each other. I’m really wishing you were here, helping me make you cum for me.
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My, my… all I desire right now is your lips upon mine as I kiss you from behind. Bend over, Baby girl. I’ve got some tender kisses for your precious pussy. I bury my face between your cheeks as your pussy leaks onto my tongue. You taste soo good that I begin to hum while I devour your arousal. I need you, Baby girl. Playfully squeezing and teasing your tits while I slowly lick you to climax. You arch your back and roll your hips. My kiss becomes anxious. Drooling all over your hole. I’m losing control. Baby girl, my dick is so stiff from taunting your pussy lips. I know you’re ready to explode… just let go. You know exactly what Daddy wants.
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I only need you to consume me.
Understand that I will feed you.
Soft lips to the tip of my dick. You are needed.
Slow slurping, gurgling at the messy crown..
You slide down the length as I rest within the recesses of your throat.
More. More.
Drool pours from the sides of your lips as my hips instantly find a rhythm.
Relax all your muscles, baby. Let me take you higher.
My strong grip around your face and neck as I prepare to liberate you.
No restrictions. My dick glistens as I release it from your velvet mouth.
Breathe. Again. Deeper. Ahh. Oh, baby. You’re so good to me.
I can hardly contain my passion.
My mind and body pleasure filled as I spill onto your taste buds.
My love, this is what you’re made for.