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Roslyn (mf)

Rosalyn, she’s a cat.

Pretty girl come ‘round when she’s hungry.

Those green eyes, that full-body she

swings through

my French doors.

Her purr alerts me to her swirling, pearly thighs

her pussy hair there stirs me — A reach of my desire to pet.

Slip my hot hand in that space between her thighs

and her pussy.

So nice.

Rosalyn’s hair is so black — her face so milky white

she could be a Ying and Yang cat.

Her full breasts like the moon.

Her fevered body the earth.

Her heart the blinding sun.

Panting mouth open, I feed her so well

Champagne, delicate salmon, caviar.

Then I lick her pussy all night long

lapping her juice up like milk from a bowl

as if I were a young pup. Lowering in, drooling, I licked

all of her glistening cunt, I licked

and I licked

until I plunged my

cock inside and fucked her until morning light

when she’s gone.

Gone a long time.

Days and nights.

And so I wait. Read more »

The Dinner Party: Rebecca at Home [Fm, Pegging, FemDom, Bondage]

Part One: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zw9g3/the_dinner_party_mf_ff_exhibitionism_bondage/?st=J7RXL4WK&sh=39fdf24a

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Rebecca unlocked the arched oak entry door to her two story Tudor home and swung it wide into a classically furnished foyer. The narrow entry hall was made grander by the gleaming mahogany flooring and creamy white walls. A thin table stretched along one wall, designed to contain the various daily accessories and accented with a gold rimmed mirror. She set her clutch and keys on the immaculately polished dark wood table.

Against the opposite wall a man knelt on an elaborately detailed cushion, adorned only in a simple black leather collar. His eyes were downcast, their color obscured by long eyelashes. His hair was soft blonde and mussed perfectly. It gave him a dreamy, recently fucked look. The anticipation of her arrival was etched in the tightness of his muscles. She knew he had been waiting eagerly for the sound of her key in the door for hours and had rushed to take his place the second he heard it. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 5 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/70eyrd/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).

 

Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.

She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.

Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore. Read more »

The Story of J – Chapter 7

Connie pushed the car into reverse backing out from behind the store. A minute later her Camaro was headed back north along the highway.

“Turn left up there,” Jenni said, pointing to Boone.

“Where we headed?” Connie asked.

“To MLB.” Jenni replied.

“You got this mapped out,” Connie said with a whimsical look on her face. “You’ve done this before.”

“What do you mean?” Jenni asked.

“You ever done this?” Connie asked again, this time sliding her hand down over Jenni’s breasts to her belly.

“No.” Jenni said, as an embarrassed smile spread across Jenni’s face.

“You are so lying girl.” Connie exploded.

“Am not.” Jenni rebutted.

“You sure as shit-eatin grin are!” Connie snapped back.

“Well, maybe a little.” Jenni conceded. “But, I never got fucked.”

“I call lie again.” Connie retorted.

Jenni couldn’t stop beaming.

“I knew it,” Connie said. “How many?”

“How many what?” Jenni asked.

“How many times? Guys?” Connie asked again.

“Some,” Jenni replied.

“How many times you come up here to get some big colored buck to fuck you?” Connie asked with authority.

“Never got fucked,” Jenni said. Read more »

The Story of J – Chapter 6

Jenni and Connie, arms around each other’s waist, stepped down to the nightclub floor in sync. Connie’s job was to show her off to the crowd. Jenni could barely contain her exuberance. She looked out through the flashing lights and pounding music at a sea of guys in all shapes and sizes. She could feel their eyes watching as she stepped naked onto the floor. Connie pulled her over by Jessie stood at the end of the bar.
“Ever drink tequila?” Jessie asked.
“Once or twice,” Jenni replied.
“Here then,” Jessie said, handing both Connie and her a half glass each of Cuervo. “1800, the good stuff.”
The three of them clinked glasses, tilted their heads back, pouring it in. Jenni’s eyes teared slightly as she shook her head.
“Wow,” Jenni exclaimed.
“Yeah, that stuff’ll put some hair and your chest,” Jessie said. “Now you girls get out there and show these boys what you got.” Simultaneously grabbing each one from behind, he gave their cheeks a squeeze, pushing them out to the crowd.
The floor was packed with tables, every seat taken. Guys were everywhere. Connie laced her arm around Jenni’s waist, pulling her through packed tables, and proceeded to explain the in and outs of stripping.
“First thing you have to know is guys can’t touch the girls,” Connie said, to a tall lean man trying to put an arm around Jenni. “House rules.”
“That’s no fun,” Jenni replied, looking back over her shoulder as his hands slid over her ass.
“The girls do all the touching,” Connie continued. “Guys give girls money to be touched in the right way, and sometimes they give you money for just nothin” Jenni smiled, too excited to hear anything Connie said but played like she was listening anyway.
“Now, about the pricing,” Connie said.
“Pricing?” Jenni said.
“Yeah, pricing,” Connie explained. “You don’t think they get this for free?” As she twisted Jenni around, pushing her through a wall of guys with octopedal appendages.
“Five dollars for a lap dance.”
Jenni looked up, twisting her her head questioningly.
“You’ll learn. Now, what was I sayin? Oh yeah. Lapdance cost five, handjob cost ten, and a blowjob cost twenty.”
Jenni wasn’t exactly sure she was talking about, but she got the gist.
“Now fuckin, some girls charge fifty, others seventy-five, and still a few get away with a hundred. But you can’t do it on the floor, you have to take it to a private room back there,” Connie said, pointing to the doors arranged across the back wall. “And them rooms come with a twenty dollar rental fee, plus you get a bouncer who stands outside.”
A big shit eatin grin went from ear to ear across Jenni’s face. She was all for the fuckin.
“Now you watch the other girls to see how they do it,” Connie further explained, “and you just do what they do. It’s how I learned. Comm’n now, let’s take a walk around the floor.” Read more »

The Story of J – Chapter 5

Daryl came back to the store at ten the next Friday looking for Jenni as he had promised. He pulled up behind the store looking for her car, waited for almost and hour, before reluctantly having to drive away without her. He knew she’d work well at the club. She was just the type, all sex appeal with the lack of a moral compass. The boss would give him his bonus the way he’d said he would, something big too. The club would make tons of bank having her in the stable.

Jenni was grounded for the past two weeks. She couldn’t do anything to escape her confines except to hang out at the house. The only thing she did was lay beside the pool moping the whole time and sneaking liquor from the bar just to get to sleep. Jenni was going crazy. Stuck at home, her body was aching from all the pent up sexual tension.

Friday night arrived and Jenni needed to escape. Making a desperate call to Tim and Gino, Jenni arranged to meet them on the road up behind the house after dark. She waited for quiet to descend over the house, then grabbed her knapsack, pushed open the screen to her window, and climbed out. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zrx4p/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »

Story of J – Chapter 4

The sun had set and the sky was a dark shade of purple. Off to the east, the sky crackled bright from a flash of lightning of an early evening thunderstorm as Jenni glided through the parking lot to her car.

Her desires took control of her reasoning once again. She peeled open the car door, flopped down, pushing back in the seat. In one continuous motion Jenni stripped off her shoes and shorts, popped the pills over her tongue to the back of the throat, took a couple of big swigs of beer, cranked the ignition and the stereo, pushed down on the window levers, lit the joint, and pulled the car out of the lot and headed south. Read more »

The Story of J Chapter 3

Jenni left just after dinner wearing an old pair of cut-offs that left little to the imagination, some beat up baby blue Capri canvas loafers, and the same dingy t-shirt she’d worn since early Monday morning. Grabbing the keys to her mom’s silver Oldsmobile, she headed out. Needing to kill some time before their date, Jenni headed for the one place she could find a free drink and welcoming company, her cousin’s restaurant.

Friday night and the parking lot was full. Pulling in beside the dumpster, Jenni parked as far out of the way she could find, so no one would recognize her mom’s car. Peter had the only diner and bar in the surrounding parishes worth stepping foot in. The fare was decent and reasonably priced, and the liquor was cheap and flowed freely.

Jenni pulled aside the grease-stained rear screen door, dodging trash cans while weaving her way around stainless steel tables and cooks whistling cat-calls as she saddled up close between them.
“Hey Jenni, lookin good,” one said.
“Lookin for a date?” Asked the other.
“What you got in mind?” Jenni asked, her hand brushing against his sweaty chest.
“Jenni girl, get on out of here,” Ester ordered. She ran the kitchen and for sure didn’t want no white girl comin up in here, messin with these boys minds.
“Just passin through,” Jenni hollered.
“Well, pass on out of here and leave them boys, alone.”
“Sorry boys gotta go, Ester’s orders,” she whispered blowing them both a kiss.
“Maybe some other time.” Read more »