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Her breath wheezed in long, slow exhales as her fingers stroked him through his stiff jeans, anxious for the moment his thick cock would be buried deep inside her.
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From Writing Prompt: Girls were thrilled with the supplement that promised to “control” the freshman 15, even if all it did was change where the weight *went*…
Hey, my name is John. Everyone calls me Jack, has since midway through highschool. Not sure why, since it doesn’t shorten my name, or make anything easier for anyone. I go to a division one school you’ve certainly heard of, on a full football scholarship, wide receiver. Means I run fast and try to catch the ball. I do it well, had a full ride from my choice of schools. I’m lucky, and not just because I can go to an expensive school for my ability to catch a ball, but also because of my beautiful girlfriend, Cady. Her actual name is Candice, her nickname actually shortens it. Makes sense.
She’s smart, got in on an academic scholarship, 36/36 on the ACT, I don’t even know what on the SAT, but really good. I could listen to her talk for hours, but my training keeps us apart more often than either of us would like. I have no illusion of playing in the NFL, probably used car salesman position in my future, but she’s going to be a doctor, or great innovator like the Tesla guy. She’ll change the world, even if I have to work so hard I sweat blood to support us both long enough for her to complete her education. I know she’d do the same for me.
Sometimes when she was bored she read personal ads on many websites. It was fun for her to think about the people who posted them, how would they look and what did they expect, if they’d find someone or had ridiculous standards. She made stories in her head about it. She replied to a few to get details but never intended to follow through with an actual meeting. Not until that night. After a while, she eventually found herself reading those looking for sexual encounters, and fantasizing about those, as she always did. More than many times, she played with herself thinking about those and what would happen if she actually showed up.
That night she read one that touched a hidden desire she had. A really guilty pleasure for her. “Looking for naughty girl who wants to be my little fucktoy tomorrow evening. ONS. NSA. Must be discreet, eager to please and be ok with rough sex.” She would never tell anyone, but she wanted to just be used, not really “wanted” but she couldn’t get that thought out of her head. She blushed. She took her fingers to one of her nipples and rubbed it as she remembered the times she orgasmed dreaming of a man taking her and doing whatever he pleased, not even caring if she enjoyed herself.
We are both taking a bath together and we are washing each other and you are blushing the whole time and calling me big brother and I get an erection from you rubbing up against me and then while I’m washing you I say I can’t hold back anymore and I grab your breasts from behind and play with them and then you say “b-big brother w-we can’t do this” but then I start making out with you and you blush harder and then you start rubbing my dick and I quietly moan and start fingering you while making out with you and then you bend down and put your hands on the wall and tell me to be gentle and I start fucking you from behind and you moan and say “b-big brother your cock feels so good inside of me” and I say “y-your insides are gripping me tight and I-it’s so warm” and then I flip you on your back and lift you up and push you against the wall and start fucking you like that and as I put it back in you moan loudly and say “i-it’s going in so deep” and I start blushing and fucking you faster and then I say that I’m about to cum and you say “p-please cum inside me big brother I want it inside” and then i yell your name and cum inside and then set you down on the ground and I lie down backwards and start panting but then you get up and start jerking me off and say how much you liked feeling big brother’s cock inside of you and then you start sucking my dick and looking at me with eyes of lust and I blush hard and then grab the back of your head and force my dick all the way inside your mouth and you blush hard and start drooling as I force your head up and down all the way onto my dick and then I cum down your throat and then we both rest for a little bit and then we go to sleep in the same bed
As I entered the empty classroom I found our teacher, Mr. Wilson, sitting at his desk. The reserved giant looked at me with a face of utmost seriousness, and I felt myself begin to worry as I sat down across from him.
Mr. Wilson: “This is bad Diana. You keep coming in late to my classes and when you’re there you’re too caught up in your own world to do any work. I don’t have any choice but to fail you”
Me: “Please don’t, my parents will kill me. I can do better, please give me a chance”
My pleading fell on deaf ears as the rugged mountain sat back in his chair. Is there no wonder why I’m so distracted, with such a pinnacle of a man stationed smack infront of everyone? Bo matter how hard I focus on my work, I can’t help it. My fantasies of having him just… throw me down and ravage my barely legal figure, like I’m noting but an object of his satisfaction. My clothes getting torn off of my young petite body, hot, ripe and longing desperately for the touch of his strong hands, already I grow hot just looking at this man, this beast. What I wouldn’t give to have him give me his all in a bed strong enough to carry it, assuming such a bed even exists. It hadn’t dawned on me how lost into my lustful train of thought I was until he snapped his fingers, jolting me out of my fantasies
One hundred thousand dollars. It was so much. Such an unbelievable sum, a life changing amount. I could buy a car, or hell even a house. A small one, but still. Six figures in my bank account would be so gorgeous.
All for one night.
What could he want that would be worth all that? And who could he be to afford it? Meeting an internet stranger was scary enough, but one that would pay that kind of money for a girl must be into something seriously fucked up. It made me wet just thinking about it.
Not panty drenching knee quaking levels of horniness. Well there was some shaking, but that was the nerves. More just a mild slipperiness, like the first drops of water tickling their way across the veins of a leaf. A momentary enjoyment that I could focus on if I so pleased. And I would, if I wasn’t also terrified.
It was such a simple message. $100k, one night. Interested? That part didn’t scare me. It was what it didn’t say that did.
Expectation Part 2
We both pull into the garage at the same time. We stand at our car doors and you look to me for instructions. “Go upstairs and shower. I have plans for you tonight, young lady.”
You smile and turn towards the door to the house. Still a little tipsy from the half bottle of wine you drank you know I’m following behind you. You leave a trail of garments for me to find as I climb the stairs to the bedroom. Your cum stained top, your lacy red bra, the skirt soaked through.
I reach the master bedroom and hear you in the shower. I find the tools I will need for tonight. Silk restraints, lube, vibrator, massage oil, your butt plug, blindfold….
I hear the shower stop and you pull your towel off the towel rack. I turn on one soft lamp in the corner. Enough light to see shapes but dim enough to highten our senses of touch.
Expectation Part 1
Kids are gone for the weekend, it’s just you and me and this big, empty house. It’s Friday evening and we’ve both worked all day. You’ve known we were going out tonight and you’ve been texting me alluring, naughty and suggestive things all day long. You know it drives me crazy and, being at work I can think of nothing but you.
You went out and bought sexy lingerie and you’ve been sneaking away from your desk to send me shots of your new purchases from the bathroom stall. Teasing me is playful and it’s doing the trick- I have an awkward erection every time I my phone vibrates with another pic or naughty text.
This time you want to meet at the restaurant downtown. A busy place, the food is amazing and we haven’t eaten there in awhile. It sounds good.
I arrive at the place, looking around, you’ve already found a table and are halfway through a glass of wine. You’re wearing a revealing top- I get to the table you stand up and press your breasts into my chest as you kiss me- a little longer than is typical for a married couple- ending with my bottom lip between your teeth. You smile slyly as you note my bulge through my suit pants.
I’ve been thinking of you all morning and you’ve inspired this fantasy:
I’m imagining the house filled with sunlight. All the curtains are drawn back and the windows open. It’s a beautiful summer day, the birds are signing and the air fresh with the smell of trees and wildflowers.
I walk to the kitchen to find you in front of a big bay window. Your hair is up in a messy bun and you’re wearing a thin, floor-length cotton dress. The kind that has spaghetti straps and tiny buttons all the way down to the floor.
Your eyelashes are a mile long and Om a sucker for your big eyes as you look up at me and put your arms around my neck, I lean down to kiss you. The wispy hairs on the nape of your neck climb up the delicate line that leads back up to your ears- I smell your perfume as I close my eyes and we kiss deeply and passionately.
My hands land on your sides. Your body is soft, the thin cotton material well worn, feels like home. I slide my hands down and again rejoice in the pronounced curve from your waist to your glorious hips. I can feel the elastic waistband of your panties through your dress.
This is the introduction to my story so far…
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I am sitting in my office finishing up work when I look at my watch. It is almost time to leave to meet you at the restaurant and I don’t want to be late. I text you one last message, “by the way no panties tonight” and I turn off my computer and look at myself in the mirror. At 45, I am still in good shape. I work out daily, usually running 4-5 miles without any problems. My dark hair has a little grey in it but not much and my hazel eyes are still vibrant with life. As I walk out of my corner office and get on the elevator, I put on my red silk tie with my black suit and white shirt. This was the outfit that we agreed on when we talked a couple of days ago. I found you on a site called Reddit and we instantly started talking. I was looking for a new play thing to keep me occupied and somehow you took me up on my offer.