Naughty Cockwhore. A true accounting for [M]y mistress.

I want my baby to know that I was feeling extra naughty today. I wanted her to be there to see me and to encourage me to be a better cock whore. I want her to know that I miss her.

Here is my story.

I approached his booth the first time and he “waved me off.” He was stroking his semi-soft cock, nice and meaty, flexing downward as it appeared from his fist. It was a beautiful cock and I knew I wanted it. I walked away disappointed and realizing that I want all cocks, but his was nicer.

A little later I heard him whacking it hard and fast. I hoped he changed his mind and wanted a little help. If he didn’t need help, I hoped he needed a receptacle, a dumpster, my mouth. I went into his booth… he turned to me, pointing his cock at me, bending his knees (just a little) and moving his hips forward. It was the universal sign for “come suck my cock.” Of course I was on my knees in a heart beat.

Life Gets Better Part Four (Part Two of Two) [MFFF] [Interracial] [Straight Sex] [Anal] [Busty] [Enhanced Boobs]

Sprawled out on the bed were Amanda and Rebecca. The two of them had their legs intertwined with a purple double-sided gel dildo between them. They were both rocking back and forth and moaning. Amanda had her side deep inside her shaved pussy as she rocked back and forth on it. Rebecca slid hers in and out of her ass.

“I told you she liked anal,” Amanda winked at me.

“Come here,” Rebecca said.

Stacy wasted no time in taking the dildo out of Rebecca and diving between her legs. Brian walked forward towards Amanda. She sat up on her knees on the edge of the bed as the other two began to kiss and fondle each other behind her.

“The two of them have history,” Amanda said. Looking back at Stacy and Rebecca kiss and fondle each other. Brian nodded as he watched the two women. Amanda smiled as she wrapped her hand around Brian’s hardening cock.

“I am taking this horny bitch to your room,” Rebecca said. She grabbed Stacy’s hand and led her towards the door.

Peeking [MFF] [Voyeurism, Oral, Masturbation, Intercourse, Long]

I should not have peeked. To be certain, most sexually-starved individuals with a pulse would have at least been tempted to have done so under the same circumstances. Still, I should not have peeked.

It was partly my beautiful, over-sexed, very platonic roommate’s fault. Jenny was a goddess in a way. So close, yet always so far away. Always giving a tease, but leaving it just that, a delicious tease. Perhaps reaching out by sound when she was in the midst of passion with someone else, but that is as close a touch she dared give. I was her constant. She could fall back on me and know I wouldn’t take advantage of her when she was vulnerable after something in her life went south.

That said, she always sounds so fucking good when she was getting it on, even with the wall muffling her moanings, her breathings, her beggings, and her demandings. Tonight though, she sounded more heavenly than all of the angels singing in rapture. The sweet sound of her caressed my cock more directly than if her hand was wrapped around it, pumping it, milking it. Could anyone blame me if suddenly, for the first time, I was annoyed with just how well the wall muffled her voice, yet not well enough where thus, I justified just a quick peek?

Wild Week chapter 9 (family fun, Billy and Madeline)

CHAPTER 9 : Friday

Billy rushed home after baseball practice. He had started to protest last night at dinner when Mom had told him to come straight home this morning, until she told him why. She had promised Mrs. James that he would come over and help her move some furniture. Billy had readily agreed, eager to be near her after the scene he had witnessed the other night.

He didn’t even take time to change clothes after practice, going straight to her door after tossing his baseball gear up towards his own house. He had already knocked on the door when a nervous thought suddenly struck him. What if she had seen him watching her? He was on the verge of turning away and running back home when the door opened and there she stood.

All of his apprehension dissipated as he stared at her. She was wearing a white halter top, tied between her firm little titties, very short cut-off jean shorts, her long legs bare all the way down to her sandals, and a white headband held her thick black hair back away from her beautiful smiling face. What an incredible babe, Billy thought, staring at the smooth white flesh around her exposed bellybutton.

[MF]Competitive Edge [Friends Turn Lovers][Dub-Con][Edging][Teased][Ruined Orgasm]

> *Welcome back one again my fellow perverts, smuts, whores, dirty bitches, and sultry sluts. Back again with another chapter, this one a bit shorter, but sweet, much like the topic alludes to. Because why should our protagonists be the only one left edged and ruined? Alas, if you’re new to me, feel free to check out my previous posts* [*Temptation*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ilh5na/mftemptation_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *and* [*I Spy With My Horny Eyes*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ilv0ys/mfi_spy_with_my_horny_eyes_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. Nonetheless, let’s get right into it shall we? And as always,* ***Perversion Responsibly~***

He enters the bedroom to see her unconscious figure sprawled across the satin sheets. However, he wanted to take a moment to admire her beauty; his reason for being here wasn’t solely to express appreciation. Instead, it was for a more selfish motive to carry out a short form of punishment while fulfilling her fantasy. A two for one easily justified by the innocent guise of ‘something she wanted’. A perfect plan, a perfect strategy, but imperfect individuals.

The Preacher, The Doctor, and the Whorehouse of Horror (Post-apocalyptic, Zombies) [Dubious Consent/Non Consent of Undead] [Violent] [Strangulation/Turning] [Masturbation]

(Author’s note: I like horror movies and zombie movies especially. I wrote this after watching Dead Girl. If you like this story, I highly recommend that movie. I recognize that this is a controversial plot. I found it difficult to write and I’m hoping it’s just as difficult to read. I’m genuinely nervous about posting this. Good Luck!)

What would you think if I told you that I knew a place which specializes in extreme fetishes? Would you be curious? Offended? Would you warn me about the moral ramifications of even being aware of such debauchery? Would you wanna visit it with me? These are the responses I would expect of the initial question. Usually though, the response is, “Which fetishes?”

The interest obvious on their faces as I describe the completely true, twisted, and fucked up sexual escapades that I’ve personally witnessed. What’s more disturbing is that I know of at least one of these houses in each state of what used to be the good ol’ US of A.

Reopening Old Wounds (part two) [Betrayal] [Cheating] [Drug Use] [vaginal] [anal] [multiple separate men]

Grady sat beside me and rubbed my back as I cried. I wasn’t a bold person, so why I decided to be bold right then, I didn’t know. He sighed and I looked over at him, my eyes red and cheeks wet with tears, “You were wrong,” I said.

“No, I wasn’t. He just can’t bring himself to admit it yet,” he said quietly to me.

He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder, “I’m sorry I kissed you,” he said, “I thought it would push him to react.”

“I think I want to go for a walk,” I said softly.

“Alright, let’s get dressed and I’ll go with you,” he offered.

I shook my head, “I want to be by myself.”

He grabbed my wrist and turned it over to show the underside of my forearm, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now,” he’d noticed the scar that Brendan hadn’t yet.

I pulled my arm back from him and crossed it over my stomach, “That was a long time ago,” I said.

“When he broke things off with you?” He asked.

My aunts feet

I, happen to love feet. Everything about them. The taste. Smell texture. I also love my aunt, in more than one way.

I was spending the night. My aunt had had a very tiring day. She’s a teacher, so she does a lot
Of walking around, during recess, up and down the stairs etc. I decided I would be a nice nephew and rub her feet. But once I began, I couldn’t stop. I kept giving her massages all night. Eventually, she started to nod off.

I figured, she wouldn’t mind, so I started worshipping her feet. I sucked on her toes, licked her soles. Little did I know, she was awake. She loved the way it made her feel. She begged me to keep going, and well, I wasn’t going to stop anyways.

I know this story is short, it came to me in a dream, so I didn’t want to alter it too much

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Reopening Old Wounds (part one) [No Sex – setting up the characters]

I made it through the flight, which was one of my worst fears, and called my husband to let him know I arrived safely. But arriving in a brand new country alone was a little overwhelming for me. I went to my hotel and changed out of my shabby travel clothes and into something more appropriate for meeting a friend I’ve known for over a decade.

I had two outfits to choose from for our initial meeting and I ended up choosing the distressed red denim skirt, a sleeveless black shirt with strategic slashes down the back, going just about from the neck to my waist, and more slashes along the neck, down to about where my boobs were, with a graphic of Freddy Krueger’s glove coming up from the bottom hem with blood splatters all over it, a pair of black thigh high stockings, boots, and a white button up top, which wasn’t buttoned but tied at the front. I did my makeup and hair, ensuring my long, blood red curls with black roots were all in their appropriate places and not a wild mane like it normally was, and topped the look off with a dusty old brown fedora.