For the rest of the week, Nicky was cold to me, but never failed to perform his duties. Every morning he woke up, removed his hand from my cunt, leaving a giant hole in its place. He didn’t go down on me but performed his clit enhancing exercises. In the evening he put me on his legs, and took out all his anger on my cunt and breasts. He slapped them hard and fucked me with his fingers and dildo. The buttplug became a mandatory accessory in the house at all times until he felt that I was punished enough. After fucking me with the dildo for 15 mins and slapping my chest enough, he started this new technique of milking me like a cow. Apparently that would help in lengthening my tiny nipples, and would be useful once I had a child, because it could latch on easily onto a longer nipple. He thought of everything… He continued recording my progress with his tape and camera, but never spoke to me or allowed me to go down on him. A week went by and I’d learnt to accept my fate. The following Sunday, he set out at 6 pm in the evening and said he’d be back in a bit and I was to wait for him wearing my white tank top with the low neck and thongs. I was so excited and believed that he was finally done punishing me and things were gonna go back to normal! An hour passed by and I heard the door unlock. I ran up to the living room excited to greet Nicky, when I was met with not just him, but 3 more of his friends. I didn’t understand.. I mean he’d just punished me for a week straight for pretend feeding my little nephew.. these were full grown guys. He announced that his friends were just interested in meeting me and that he’d told them all about our arrangement. My face flushed in embarrassment and all I could do was stare. I was standing wearing a thong that covered nothing and a transparent ass tank top that hid nothing either. Wtf was my brother thinking. Nicky asked me to step forward and said that I’d done well and accepted his punishment without complaint so he was rewarding me. I couldn’t understand what his reward was, but I started getting an idea of what it could be, when his friends sniggered and walked towards me. Oh what fresh hell had Nicky unleashed.
Category: Erotica
Sit In Their Lap
When I sit in their lap, I feel so small and protected. But I also feel powerful because at any moment I could move my hips in a way that drives my partner crazy. Sitting in their lap means that they could wrap their arms around me, pulling my body into theirs. Or they could rest their hands on my hips, a silent reminder that this is where they will grab me when we are fucking. Or trace the curves of my spine, giving me goosebumps with their fingers. I just want to feel their body heat against my skin. I want to sit face to face with them, wrapping my arms around their neck to kiss them, then letting my hands melt down their face, chest, stomach, hips, and finally resting on their hard on. That’s when I start to feel desperate, like I have to get my clothes off and then their’s so that there’s nothing in between us. Of course, my clothes can’t hide how aroused I am, panties just get soaked too easily. However, once the panties are off its so easy to grind on their lap, or to finally slip their cock inside me. And that’s when the real fun starts ;)
Meeting up – Chapter 1. [M/F] [Rough / BDSM]
Have you ever surprised yourself so much with a sexual fantasy that you felt disgusted afterwards? She asked, whilst taking a sip of the amaretto sour I ordered for her. I tend to order girls light drinks when I first meet them, I like to make sure that we’ve gotten to know each other, that there’s no surprises later that night and that we’re on the same page.
She seemed like an interesting character, yet strangely everyday. Most likely she dressed up a little extra for the occasion and put on a dress she normally doesn’t wear, she looked good in it, respectable and confident, more so than the usual girls I meet.
-Well, that depends on what you mean? I am not into poop / blood etc. but of course my fantasizes can be quite absurd sometimes.. to be honest though, I do not normally feel disgusted or regret even in real life, I tend to take it for what it is in the moment and enjoy it.
But what about forbidden stuff like, rape scenarios or incest etc? she asks.
help me write a story?
So, I’m planning to write a new story about petgirls/hucows.
I do like the more sub/dom aspect in stories. I use google docs.
I’m currently writing another story about survival in a post apocalyptic world setting, but thats quite vanilla, although it does have a few adult elements.
I want to look for a sort of hobby, when i need to take a break from my main story writing, I usually roleplay, but thats not really doing it for me lately so i wanna try writing a story with someone else.
Lets get creative.
Honeymoon With Mom – an 80s porn tribute – Chapter Eight[FF, FM, MMF, Incest]
**CHAPTER EIGHT**
One thing Elaine Moore hated about her rented place was the thin walls. She and her fellas were an inventive and unfortunately loud lot and after a couple of gang-bangs the neighbors reported the noise. “She works out or moves the furniture or something all the time,” one older resident had complained. Laney had briefly considered letting them in on her secret and inviting them to join the party, but thought better of it.
Fucking in her classroom was exciting but dangerous, frequent motel stays strained a teacher’s salary in this county and cars were…well, they just cramped her style.
Elaine’s predicament was shared by other women she knew in Greenleaf, other gals who liked to party with the town’s young men. Most were older and married, and were protective of their reputations.
So when one of Elaine’s studs would text her that he had a place to himself for a day or two, as Brandon Crane had on Friday morning, she’d send up the bat-signal…so to speak.
By Saturday morning the Crane homestead was the scene of an orgy, with clothes strewn everywhere and a dozen people fucking in various combinations.
Jenny (2/2) [FM] [Party] [Oral] [Anal]
Jenny’s relationship with Pierce was never exactly healthy. Truth be told, Jenny was just in it for the sex. Pierce wasn’t exactly a wholesome lover, however, he definitely had his share of issues.
After a week of meeting in private Jenny thought it would be time to introduce him to her parents. Pierce was satisfied to see that Jenny lived in a wealthy home but was nervous nonetheless. Jenny felt the same, uneasy on how her parents would feel about her dating an older black man.
The plan was for Pierce to show up at Jenny’s house in the evening for dinner. Jenny would answer the door, introduce him, and he would feast with her and her parents.
The doorbell rang a few seconds after Pierce sent Jenny an arrival text. Jenny rushes down the stairs and toward the door to beat her dad, who was sitting in the living room closest to the door watching a movie. Jenny opened it to see Pierce smiling, wearing the same loose and baggy clothes he always wore.
“Hey dad,” Jenny called to the next room. “Come meet my boyfriend!”
Jenny (1/2) [FM] [Oral] [Party]
**For context, this story follows Jenny, a lead character from my Hot Tub Fiasco series, in her back story to explain her slutty antics. It is not required to read that series to understand information here but it is of course encouraged.**
Jenny was raised in a large home by her mother and father. They were exceptionally wealthy because her father owned a company and her mother was an orthopedic surgeon. Seemingly a match made in heaven, they were able to provide more than enough for their princess, Jenny, as she grew up.
This was the tone that was set during her childhood at least. Once Jenny reached middle school her mind had matured enough and she could see that her castle was nothing more than a fantasy.
Jenny’s mother and father would constantly argue at times they thought Jenny was asleep or averting her attention elsewhere. They honestly had been wanting a divorce for years but kept their marriage because their lives were too tightly tied together in more ways than one, including Jenny.
Though she learned this, Jenny never vocally acknowledged it for herself or anyone. She knew at a young age that it would be best not to mention it and go on with life as she pleased.
Six Shots: Betrayal (part six of series)
[Six Shots: The Dream (part five of series)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hufhnl/six_shots_the_dream_part_five_of_series/)
Alex was kneeling next to me, his lips pressed to mine as I opened my eyes sleepily. I smiled at him and he returned the smile for a moment. Then he looked up and I followed his gaze, Bella was standing behind the couch. Dread churned in my stomach as I sat up, my towel had fallen off of me at some point during the night and Phil had his arm wrapped around my bare tits and his dick was hard, resting on top of my thigh.
Phil was snoring and Alex put his finger to his lips, a shushing motion as he gently moved Phil’s arm off of me, placing a pillow in my spot as he pulled me up from the couch. My husband leaned down to my ear and whispered to me, “I told her about last night, she’s not mad, she understands. Just go with her and do whatever she says to make it up to her.”
I looked to Alex, he was smiling gleefully, his eyes fixed on Bella. Was he sharing me again? I looked to Bella and she didn’t look happy at all. Was he sharing me with someone who wanted to hurt me? Was he excited about her wanting to hurt me?
A Hike for more
A while ago I went on a hike with my amazing partner to a trail that ran along Niagara River. Due to the slightly low temps, there weren’t many people around that day. This ended up working in our favor. Before the hike, I was told to not wear panties and to wear a lightly lined bra. I did as my partner wanted and didn’t ask as to why the request.
To start the hike, you must trudge down a long set of stone stairs that descend to a path along the Niagara River. As I was making my way down the first set of stairs his hand wrapped around my body and squeezed my breast. The unprovoked squeeze sent my heart racing, but it also felt so nice to have his hands on me. This happened multiple times to both my breasts and ass as we made our way down the rest of the stairs.
Thanks, Dad! (Part two) [Mf] [Fatherly] [Genital Inspection] [Adoptive Daughter]
My initial plan was scrapped. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to drug Sophie and Ella in order to strip El down to have my way with her. I felt bad enough sneaking around to get a glimpse of Soph bringing Ella to the most beautiful orgasms. Adding rapist to the list of shitty dad and disgusting pervert was just too much. So I suffered weeks of El in tight tops without a bra and tiny shorts that outlined her ass and pussy, resorting to long showers and retrieving El’s panties from the wash to sniff and rub my cock with.
I was blessed with a fresh pair as she came by while I was gathering laundry. She literally stopped me as I was walking out, “Wait, I just went for a run and wanted to change, can you wash these for me too, dad?” she asked. I nodded and waited outside of her room so she could change and she came out in a new outfit, throwing the soiled ones in the wash then kissed my cheek, “Thanks, Dad, you’re the best!”