collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hey, guys, looking for the kinkiest, vilest stories. No matter what your fetishes are, hopefully the more the merrier. I want dark and filthy. I’ll start.
This is a scat heavy story and is one of my favorites. Eventually it includes incest. But don’t be afraid to post darker. https://www.literotica.com/s/days-in-rodanthe
The weather outside is frightful
And my chest is so delightful
So if you nowhere to cum,
Do it here… do it here.. do it here
To say it had been a rough day would be an understatement. Emma slid her key in the door and stepped inside briskly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. After weeks of mandatory masturbation at His behest, she was on the tenth day of denial. Naturally, He was taking full advantage of this and had spent the relatively slow day at her work keeping her occupied.
It started with pictures, simple images and gifs, and like everything else with Him it started innocently enough. The first few pictures were of rope harnesses, ideas for ties they could work on the next time they played. Then they became slightly more explicit, but only just, a spread ass filled with a jeweled butt plug, or a vibrator tied to a juicy clit. But it didn’t stop, and it wasn’t long before she was being subject to all manner of depravity, wanton women with their eyes rolled in the back of their heads as their holes were abused.
‘Right. I’m off. Don’t forget you’ve got an interview at two,’ she said.
‘Yeah yeah…’
She stopped at the living room door, turned and stared at her husband, sprawled along the couch in T-shirt and boxers.
‘And don’t lie there playing all day.’
‘I won’t,’ Jake said.
‘I mean it. You better not screw up this time, I recommended you.’
‘I’ll be there. Go to work.’
She looked him over. ‘You’d be off that couch quick enough for one of the neighbours.’
‘Don’t start that again.’ He scratched. ‘Actually I might see if one of them is going into town later, maybe get a lift.’
‘Yeah, which one?
’
‘Well, I don’t know yet, do I?’
‘Hmm. I’ll be late tonight,’ she said.
‘Again?’
‘There’s some of last night’s dinner in the fridge.’
‘What’s his name?’
‘Whose name Jake? My boss’s name? The person I work for, the person who holds a sword over our finances, is that what you’re asking?’
‘Okay, I get it. You’re working late.’
‘Yeah.’ She spun round and marched out. He listened to the front door close, a half-hearted thud then a second, louder slam.
I tried banning the guy a few times from my phone but it didn’t seem to work. Finally got on a computer, hopefully we won’t see any more of that.