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Dreamt of you again last night. One of those dreams that feel so real it’s disorienting to wake up and discover none of it happened.
In it, we had spent the day together.. I’m not really sure what we had been doing, but we were exhausted and happy, dropping our clothes on the floor as we made direct paths to the bed. I snuggled into you, ecstatic to be curled up against you, too tired to do much else.
By Rodney Robertsen
Harry picked up a cute blonde crackhead named Amy, walking down a suburban street, her skinny legs sticking out of cut off shorts, her thumb held out casually to hitchhike.
He knew she was a whore, and didn’t take long to get to the point. “How much for a cum in the mouth blowjob?” he asked, after she got into my car. “Forty bucks?” she said. He handed her two crumpled twenties.
She pointed. “Pull over and turn into the park there. Harry quickly drove the car into the local dog walk, which at this hour was nothing but a deserted parking lot. “Seriously, you are going to do this for me here?” he asked.
Amy nodded, her tongue darting out. “Yes, I’m going to suck your cock too. I live for dick in my mouth.”
Harry looked down at the big console between them. Fucking Japanese engineers! “Back seat?” he asked. Amy laughed and nodded, and both quickly got out and then back in the car, in the back seat.
I was getting close to cumming in his mouth, but not quite yet. I reached for the key to the handcuffs. “If I undo these, can you behave?” No answer. I slapped him, harder than last time. “Fucking answer me you fucktoy.” He obeyed, and I uncuffed him. My legs still straddled his face and I was leaning back so I could touch my clit. But I wanted to be pleased elsewhere. I scooted my body forward and leaned back even farther. His tongue was now in the oh-so-great area between my pussy and my ass. “Lick,” I said. He did as he was told.
Fuck, his tongue felt good along the crevice of my ass. I wiggled my body in such a fashion that he almost had to lick me there. I began rubbing my clit again. His tongue was making small circles around my pretty little hole. It had to be better than hers. I wondered if he licked her ass in the shower. I know her soapy tits were pressed against the glass, and her fucking yellow underwear was in my washer. Did he lick her there? I rubbed my clit harder. His tongue was doing more than circles now. I spread my legs a little wider. He licked faster and I rubbed even harder. I came. My creamy juices started flowing out my pussy and onto his mouth. I moved so he had to taste it. I wiggled my clit across his lips and let my cream seep into his mouth. “Fucking swallow it,” I said. I sat there for a few seconds, holding him down, pinning him to the bed with my legs. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck me.”
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There sat Hagrid, messily drunk once again. Hermione sighed, resigned to once again try and help sober up the man.
“Hagrid, come on. You’re a professor now. You should really be a little more… temperate.”
“Wha?” Hagrid responded, “Nothin’ wrong with a lil’ beverage or two after work. C’mon, sit down an’ have a cuppa’ tea. I think I got some biscuits ’round here too.” He stumbled towards the fire with the kettle, but succeeded only in knocking several teacups to the floor.
“Let me get that Hagrid,” Hermione sighed, magically repairing the shattered cups and returning them to the counter. “And I’m taking the rest of your rum too,” she informed him.
“Ya can’t take my rum,” Hagrid fumed.
“And you can’t keep drinking yourself into oblivion when things get rough. This is for your own good!” the young witch scolded him.
“Now listen here missy!” Hagrid began, advancing on her.
Hermione sighed.
“You brought this on yourself, *stupefy!*”
The stunning spell hit him right in the crotch, causing him to fall back hard on the bed, which groaned in protest, but held. She turned to leave him to sober up on his own, but a massive hand wrapped around her wrist.
“You ready to cry on Sunday? ‘Cause Rodgers gonna fuck that ass as hard as I’m going to right now.” Henry said as he pressed hips tight into Maebe’s ass when she bent over to place the pot in the middle of the dining table.
Henry couldn’t resist himself seeing Maebe’s short flowing dress inch up. His eyes traced her legs covered in fishnet stockings all the way up to the barest hints of her plump cheeks, traces of black lace peeking between them. His mind raced back to the text she had sent him when he was at work that morning. [She was laid up on the kitchen counter, completely nude but for those black lace undies he loved so much. Her back was arched, chest pushing out firm round breasts. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/milf/comments/d7fz8v/can_you_guess_whats_for_dinner/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Maebe had a vastly different idea of what was going to happen now. Yes she had felt the craving that morning that lasted until just this moment. Yes she still needed that craving to be satisfied, but Henry’s shit talking was too much already. All week, it had been non-stop and this was it, she had had enough.
Originally posted at https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/chastity/erotic-story-locktober/
Locktober – Trick or Treat
Erotic fiction based on a true story
By AsianHotwifesCuck
Halloween night finally arrived after a long month of no orgasms for me. You and I had decided to participate in Locktober, a full month of enforced chastity. This year would be our first Locktober in our many years of marriage. Before this month, I had been wearing a chastity cage off and on for over a year. I stopped all masturbation for the past 3 months and remained chaste for you during that time. The longest that I had locked myself for was about one week. You tolerated that week but finally made me take the cage off when you needed my cock too much. Yet, somehow, I was never able to get you to accept my key. Maybe it was because you liked cock too much to keep it locked away from you.
By J.K. Jones
Emily’s hand in mine was smooth, slim and warm, and pulsing with life as she almost dragged me up the stairs to the second floor of her house. Her sexy ass was bouncing right in front of me, her legs long, smooth, naked. I could smell the heady aroma of a turned on woman, with a tinge of alcohol. Her hair was long, thick, and showed signs of recent brushing, less wild than ten minutes ago when she had come rolling in drunk and disheveled from a night of drinking with girlfriends and fending off creeps.
Emily turned her face as we arrived at her bedroom door, and her beautiful large brown hazel eyes flashed with lust and urgency. Pragmatically, I noticed that during the five minutes she had been upstairs, she had touched up her make up. So the act of letting her robe slide to the door to show me her fine, naked, aerobics-built ass and legs, and asking me if I wanted to go upstairs with her, as spontaneous as it had seemed, was probably something of a planned seduction. However, it had worked with acute efficiency.
And then I pulled hard on her hair, very hard, enough to make it hurt. She screamed. I put my hand around her mouth, muffling her sounds, and told her to shut up. It was time for her to be punished for what she had done. I smacked her ass, hard. A yelp escaped her muffled mouth. “I told you be quiet,” I smacked her again, the same place, leaving a handprint shaped pinkness on her right cheek. She squealed again. “You fucking whore, you just don’t understand.” SMACK! I held her down and rubbed the head of my cock around her tiny little lube filled ass. She trembled. “The guy that you let fuck you, look at him, look on the screen,” her head raised up to see. About this time he was fucking her really hard, and she loved it. She was moaning in ecstasy as the stranger pummeled her pussy from behind, going faster, harder, and deeper with every thrust. “I’m going to fuck your ass harder than he fucked you all night, do you understand?”
She whimpered and I slid the very tip of my cock inside her oily filled ass. “And you’re going to like it, aren’t you?”
By J.K. Jones