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NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 35

Chap.34- [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdj93s/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_34/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdj93s/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_34/)

(OK a bit less action, but I am looking to build character here too. I am building – slowly – towards a conclusion!)

Jono had enjoyed HIS morning, being pampered by this woman, HIS woman. From ‘fondling’ her during the business report to having her shower and dry him, it was the start of a very good day. However, Jono was for once out of his element, as he had agreed to meet the parents. Normally, he wouldn’t have given two farts about what they thought, but for this he was concerned. *‘Why?’* he wondered. Jono had been allowing himself to get too close, he knew it. Thing was though, despite her being much younger, despite everything, he realized *he wanted to be closer*.

Jono dressed in a nice pair of pants and shirt; casual, yet able to impress, &, he had picked out for her a nice blue denim shirt dress over some lacy underwear that was particularly low-cut,, and had her hair back with a brett, but not in a ponytail. They were taking Jono’s NSX, as they began the drive to the restaurant, Jono told her, “Little one, you just look so damn sexy. I want to bend you over right now – such a shame we have to behave.” Read more »

[NSFW][MF] When Daddy Hits All Corners

He slapped her twice across the face with his meat. She needed two hands to twirl and suck his wood. His length and girth were more than enough to put her mouth and tongue to work.

“I’ma tell your husband you can’t suck dick,” he playfully threatened.

“Please don’t.”

“What?!”

“Please, don’t tell him.”

He pulled away from her grip and was like, “Turn around so I can fuck you froggy style.”

She got on her knees and assumed the position. He got behind her round, juicy ass, and spat on her asshole before tonguing the pussy from the back. He slipped on a new condom after discarding the one he’d just used and slowly slid in her triple darkness.

“Ooooooh yeeeah.” Her walls were stuffed and stretched from his thickness.

He mounted off his knees and hovered over her. Palming both ass cheeks and spreading them apart. Stroking in and up to hit the G-spot. Her clit kissed his balls that swung and hung chain-low as he got busy in the P.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

She didn’t say a word.

“Say my name,” he repeated with frustration. Read more »

NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 34

Chap. 33 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdffwz/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_33/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdffwz/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_33/)

Jono had to smile, it appeared that his property knew more than she was letting on. “well-well-well,” he said, a bit out of breath, “I *did* enjoy that. I am impressed, little one….have you been holding out on me?”

“nooo-Sir!’ Sherry replied, “it’s like I said, it’s not the taste. I am actually starting to like the taste, it’s the- “

“Consistency, like oysters.” Jono replied, finishing her sentence. “Good thing I’m not big on them either.” He mused

Sherry shifted so that she was sitting on His lap, and removed her bra. “I can’t say thanks enough for this gift, Sir. Breaking it in was fun.” She said, with a devilish smile

“I agree,” Jono replied. He gave his property a kiss, then kissed the nipple nearest his mouth, and she gave him a tiny, playful squeal. Looking around he told her, “I want to build a house here, like a Spanish Villa, the rear looking out over this large pond.”

“it would be nice,” Sherry responded, then asked ,”Sir?”

“Yes, pet?” Jono asked, as he continued to toy with her nipples. Read more »

NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 33

**Chap.32 –** [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bcfsfe/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_32/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bcfsfe/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_32/)

Jono enjoyed watching his property concentrate VERY hard as she drove, carefully. He was a very benevolent person, so he would flip it on high mostly when she was at a stop light, or an easy straight, but by the time they were close, he noticed that she was starting to ‘rock’ like she was a cowgirl. Even when it wasn’t on high, she did bite her lip.

They pulled over at a gate, and Jono got out, unlocked the gate and swung it open, Sherry drove thru, closing & locking it, he got back in and said follow the dirt road, little one….”

The road traveled a ways thru thick woods, then opened into a picturesque clearing. On the opposite side of the clearing was a beautiful pond, with hardwood trees as a backdrop. Jono flipped said “park here/stay here.” And getting out, he went to the back hatch. While Sherry had been getting ready, Jono had secured a few blankets and even an outdoor chair cushion. Getting the from the rear of the SUV, he spread the blankets, and set the chair cushion aside. Walking to the SUV, he dropped a small blanket by the back passenger door, then he moved his front passenger seat all the way forward, thenopened the rear door and said, “Come here little one” Read more »

A poem in praise of voluptuousness

So I was idly browsing one of many subs dedicated to nudey pics this morning, when I stumbled across [a photo of an awe-strikingly beautiful curvaceous woman](https://www.reddit.com/r/RateMyNudeBody/comments/bcokw2/side_view_rate_please_leave_comments/) **[WARNING: link is NSFW]** which — for want of a better phrase — set my soul on fire.

The lady in question had invited Redditors to provide detailed descriptions of the things they liked about her body. My spirit (and libido) having been pricked, I decided to write a poem in response. The words trickled, and they flowed, and then turned into a torrent. I experienced a flow state the likes of which I hadn’t been able to conjour in months; possibly years. And all because of a naked pic of a wonderfully full-bodied queen. Inspiration is a strange beast.

When I had finished, I couldn’t leave it alone. It was kind of like the pleasure/pain experience of picking at a scab. I was consumed by the desire to write, and eventually realised that the act of creating the poem itself had become more stimulating than the wonderfully gorgeous (IMHO) woman who had inspired it. So I tweaked, edited and reread for tone, imagery and voice. Read more »

Our ride home in the back of his friends car

So I’m not sure where to post this so I hope it’s ok here.

I was riding home last night with some friends on the way back from dinner. My(F24) new boyfriend(M24) of about a month or so, we hit it off pretty good and his friends are fun to go out with.

His friends girlfriend fell asleep in the front seat and the two men were just casually chatting back and forth. I was laying over the seat in the back on his shoulder, his friend has an SUV so it’s pretty roomy.

He had his arm around me and I slowly slid down to lay my head on his lap. He kissed my head. Granted we are in a fairly new relationship so it doesn’t take much to light a spark between us. I slid my hand over just to put it on his leg and I felt his dick was slightly hard down his pant leg. In my opinion, he was well off in size. He didn’t stop me when my hand touched it, so I started to slowly rub his dick through his jeans, I could feel it stretching out the fabric. Read more »

[m/f] [wetting] Poolside Temptations – Chapter 2

*This is the second half of a two part story, you can read the first part [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/baehgj/mf_wetting_poolside_temptations/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) It is creative writing of my own devices.*

Leaving the pool house, I stopped to dip a foot in the shallow end before continuing on my way. Just as I got to the pool gate, my phone buzzed. I reached in and pulled it out of my purse and saw I had a new text.

>I’m stuck here, need help!

Well that’s curious. I opened the gate and kept walking. I kept a casual pace, enough that passing cars could get continued glimpses of my thighs, but not be certain that there was nothing to my bikini below the top. Guess I should pick up the pace.

>Just…walk out??

Really, kids these days.

>Girls here now, can’t. One in stall right next to me. Pls! What do you want?

What did I want? Maybe a massage. Or someone to take my history test.

>Okay okay, but you owe me. Peek and tell me who’s next over.

>Don’t know.

>Send me a picture. Read more »

(M/M) A need to be used.

I knew what my deepest darkest fantasy was, but I was always afraid to seek it out. A health scare though convinced me though to not put things off forever.

My wife was away on a trip so I decided to take the plunge. Some Locanto ads and a little shopping later I was ready to go.

I had a long black trench coat on, to cover the little else I was wearing. Underneath I had on only a tight white pair of panties and a rock hard cock.

I had arranged to meet a man in a secluded parking area late in the evening. If possible he was supposed to come with a friend.

I parked and moved quickly into the backseat. I removed the coat and sat there. A slight shiver passed through me, I don’t know if it was from the cold, the near total nudity in public, or the anticipation for what was to come. Read more »

Saw you at the club. [M/F]

This story is a work of fiction.

It hadn’t been a very interesting night so far, after what was already a slog of a day at a job with few customers, and you weren’t in much hurry to think that was going to be changing any time soon. But far too much time had expired since since you last frequented your favorite club. *So Why not?* you think as you don your small black thong and sheer red top.

Throwing on some additional cover clothes for the trip there, you finish applying your makeup and head out the door into the cold, and soon enough you’re walking through the door of the almost cavernous warehouse like club. Waving to a familiar face or two, you make your way to the bathroom to shed your extra layers into something a little more sexy, before finding your way to the dance floor. Your body tremors with the blasts and beats of the music that’s thumping through the place as you stride though the hall, up the stairs, and into a large cage by the edge of the stage. Slipping through the obviously too large of gaps in your too little jail cell, you fling off your robe and begin to bounce and dance to the low bass emanating through your body and the hall. Read more »