Slowly earning her ‘Cum Slut’ title. [mf]

Tiff really wants to be a cum slut. Overall she just loves being called dirty names, and she’s used to men just jumping at the opportunity to talk dirty to her. But we have a different arrangement. With me, she needs to ear her names. So far she’s a slut, which she earned simply by telling me her recent stories of the men she has been fucking. Some regular, some one night stands, she just really enjoys being a complete slut, which is something I admire in her open sexuality. Cum Slut however, needs to be earned.

She tells me how much she loves cum, and has shown me a couple times how well she can take a full load in her mouth without losing a drop. Which I’m told is no easy feat with me, I tend to cum a LOT.

One night, as we finished a fun night of sex and bondage, as she was on her way out I slid her panties back off and told her I was holding onto them, for now. She obliged and let me hold onto the very sexy lace panties that were completely soaked in her juice from an evening of teasing. When she asked me what I was going to do with them, I simply responded, “Just helping you become the Cum Slut you want to prove to be”. And that was the end of the conversation.

The world’s longest shot (looking for a story)

You guys remember back in the ‘Bathroom Wall’ days on facebook? There was a story on there once that I think may have like… introduced me to all the things that turn me on.

It was about two women who were neighbors and their husbands were out of town and the pipes froze, so one neighbor comes over and things get super intense super fast and it’s like way intimate and one woman is basically teaching the other about pleasure and it’s baffling.

Any chance this rings any bells out there?

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The price of a promotion

A short reluctancecohercion piece that kinda came up on its own while watching a movie – not my usual piece of cake but I thought I would share – feedback is welcome!

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He caressed her, savouring her unease as he felt the muscles of her thin legs tense as she resisted the impulse to dart for the door.

She picked a condom from her handbag and handed it to him, her attempt at displaying nonchalance in doing that ruined by the trembling in her hands and by her inability to look at him in the eyes for more than an instant.

He was clean, and so was she – he had access to her medical files.
And she, on the other hand, knew of his obsession for health and cleanliness – she knew just as well that the risk was nonexistent. The condom was just a last attempt at putting some barrier between herself and what she was about to do, a little lie to be able to watch herself in the mirror tomorrow morning. Make-up for the soul, so to speak.

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Help finding a story

Im looking for a story I read on asstr. A man wins the lottery and buys an island. Its a nudist island where all the women must wear colored hair ties decided by their husbands. One color means ‘cannot have sex with me’ and the other means ‘anyone can have sex with me’.

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Being a Bad Girl (FF)- Part 1

It had been a long day and I was so happy to finally be home and have a few minutes to myself. I knew that Gloria wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours, and figured that would give me enough time to go online for a quick chat. These weren’t ordinary pen pals that I was talking to. They were ladies that I found on a role-playing website. They were people that I used to carry out my darkest fantasies. Fantasies that not even Gloria knew about. I was happy with Gloria but sex lately had become a little bland. I was craving something a little more rough and passionate. Although I didn’t have any physical contact with anyone I talked to I was still able to fill that emotional void that I had and that was good enough for me. I had been having fantasies of being fucked violently and sometimes even raped. These thoughts had been occurring more frequently lately and I was scared that if Gloria knew she would be disgusted or she would leave me. That’s why I chose to go this route. It felt safer and I didn’t have to worry about me getting attached to any of them.

One of my older stories. Reviews welcomed! (Mf)

We’re on our way back to your place so I can drop you off. There’s rain pouring on the windshield as I try to navigate through the dark and foggy back roads. We come to a turn. The green light illuminating my car lighting up your bright face and your wide smile. When we turn I stop. The road ahead to get back to your house is flooded from over pour. You point me towards another road. When we get to that road it’s a dead end there’s a gate that’s locked blocking us. I turn around again frustrated. I find a spot to park down an old back road to try to wait out the storm. You rub your thumb over my hand trying to calm me down. I can’t not smile at your eyes. I try to turn the radio on but its all static. You point to the back seat. I grin and take the hint. I sit in the back then you crawl in after me sitting on top of me. My hands find your hips looking up at you waiting to see what you’re going to do. You bite my lip pulling me closer to you. My arms wrap around you. Once you let go of my lip I kiss your neck all the way around then bite every spot I kissed. My hands run up your back under your shirt. I gently trace your spine and bra line I slip your shoulder straps off and bite where they used to be. I kiss the red marks my bites left. You run your fingers through my hair and start to rub up and down on me working your hips. I unhook your bra and slide it from under your shirt. I see your nipples through your thin shirt. my hands move to grab them as I kiss your lips. I play with your nipples as you let out a simple moan. My hands pull your shirt over your head putting it on the floor next to a pile of clothes. I bite your nipples and squeeze your hips. Your hands pull my back closer into you panting. Your hands move down my back sending goosebumps down my spine. I sit up straighter and kiss you hard. I feel you smiling as you hands reach the bottom of my back and move to the front as you unhook my belt. I pull back and see your devilish smirk. You slide back and unbutton my jeans pulling them to my thighs you run me through my boxers and I lean my head back and close my eyes. I feel you wiggle onto the floor board never stopping rubbing. You take me out my boxers and begin to suck. You twirl your tongue around my head while you bob your head. A Mmm sound comes out my mouth as I shove my head into your hair. As you suck more and more harder and harder there’s a ding sound. My cars been running so long the gas is low. You grab your shirt and put it back on and say “guess we should go” I turn off the car. Pull up my pants open your back door and pull you with me. We walk into the woods. Rain dripping through the trees onto us. After a minute or two we find a piece of rock shielding is from the rain. I look at you in the moonlight and grin. “What?” You ask curiously. I look down at your white tee shirt stuck to your bare skin from the rain. You laugh and say “oh you like that?” And step toward putting your hand on my chest kissing me. You take off my shirt. I take off yours dripping from rain. I lay you on the ground and bite your neck as I pinch your nipples. Your hips move up rubbing against me above you. I stop put my finger on your neck all red “what was that for, want me to go there?” You just look at me and bite your finger. My finer slides from your neck around your breast down your stomach and around you Jean line. You just keep starring at me. “Dang these jeans are so wet. I guess I need to help you take them off so you don’t get sick huh?” You nod quickly. I slowly unbutton your pants then wiggle them down your legs. I start kissing your knee and up your thigh. My fingers lay under your underwear on each side. But that’s all. I kiss your underwear. Moving to your pussy “oh wow these are so wet too” I kiss them and gently rub where it’s wet. “I don’t think it’s from the rain” you let out s laugh. I tank them down fast. ” you want me to fuck you?” Yes yes please you stammer out. I slip my two fingers into you and your mouth drops open. You’re tight around my fingers. This is driving me crazy too. I speed up and then start to suck and lick on your clit. I’m licking your clit and all around my fingers. Your back is raising up. You’re yelling into the woods. Over the rain. You start to tighten around my fingers. I bite my lip and slide my fingers back. You shoot to your elbows starring at me to see why I stopped. I slide my head into you. You’re so tight I have to start slow. I slowly speed up as my fingers find your clit rubbing it. Your hands grab and squeeze my arms as you cum shouting my name then collapsing into the cold ground. As you lay tired I flip you over. I slide back into you with an exhausted yell out of you. I grab your hips rough start out slow then speed up harder. Every inch of me is in you. You’re moaning and rubbing your own clit. My hand grabs your hair pulling your head up as I fuck you harder. You start repeating yes yes yes over and over as you cum again. I don’t slow down. I speed up push deeper and pull harder on your hair. My other hand pulling your shoulder into me. Quickly again you tighten around me panting heavily. Your third orgasm. I’m so close. I pull out of you and pull you by your hair to me and you start sucking. I feel your heavy breathes between moments. You suck fast and hard as I squeeze your ass. You start to stroke as you suck and I finish in your mouth. Good girl I say as I start to get dressed. The rain now stopped.

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Help me find this BWWM erotica

I recently read a BWWM erotica, where the male worked as a male model and the couple met in a black church. They try to refrain from sex before marriage, but they can’t, so they get married early. They consummate the marriage in the house of the man’s parents. Neither family supports the union in the beginning. Other random details:
The man’s father is a pastor
The man has a brother and cousin who are also attracted to black girls
This book is part of a series

Please I really want to find this book, so I can read it again. Any help I can get will be really appreciated.

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[Help] looking for some erotica I lost years ago.

I read this story on Literotica, or some site with the word “dream” in it years ago. It was a mind control/hypnosis story. The plot is as follows. The daughter of a politician is a misbehaving delinquent. She gets kicked out of schools, and I think even steals a car. Her parents make her see a therapist, who hypnotizes her. Convincing her she is a dirty girl and needs to clean up her act. She masturbates in the shower to “clean” herself and keeps going, because it makes her more dirty. She eventually figures out that her ass must be dirty too and cleans there. She keeps getting hypnotized “I’m a dirty girl. I need to clean up my act” and shaves her pussy to clean up her act, which makes her mother send her for more therapy. Eventually, when she’s a good girl, and her dad is giving a speech, he says “we need to clean up the cities act” or something with the phrase, and she masturbates on television, ruining her dad’s campaign, as was the therapists plan. She becomes a successful porn star.

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The best sex

Tired and hungry after work one day, I plan to go somewhere with some friends to grab a bite to eat before heading home. We all roll out the parking lot and go eat at a little burger place down the street. I had my two friends Charlie and Kenny, then a bunch of other people I work with. All of a sudden I hear someone call my name, it’s Anne. Anne is the one woman every guy wants to fuck, her curvaceous body, perky breasts, long dark hair, and her round juicy ass. The only down side was that she had a boyfriend who’d she been with for some time and I had a girlfriend who I have been with for a year.

Nymphomancer: Interlude – Michael in Chains [MF]

*This is an interlude between chapters in the story of the Nymphomancer, Ariella. Check out r/Ariella for her complete story so far.*

Michael lay in total darkness, curled into a ball on the stone altar, his hands and ankles having been un-cuffed. He cried softly, feeling an emptiness inside of himself that he knew would never be filled again. Ilara had cast him aside, taken the token of her affection away and left him at the mercy of her family. The girls that were his caretakers now were sadistic in their games. He could not get off, no matter what was done to him, it would not happen because they had complete control over his body.

Darkness was his world now, between sessions with his cruel Mistresses. If he thought Ilara had ever done anything sadistic or intentionally harsh to him, he had been wrong a thousand times over. He did not know how many days had passed since she left, but each and every one was tortuous. He would know when someone was coming to play with him when he was awoken by the sound of the stone door moving and the sudden burst of light from torches or candelabras.