She was a bad bitch. She always came to the office in a pantsuit or a skirt, which hid ass and a plump pussy underneath. She wore shirts that hid her enormous breasts with incredibly responsive nipples. As a beginner in the company, I had almost no contact with her, although I wanted to. Even from a far, she could see that she needed a cock and that she wanted to swallow it. The whole thing with mouth. Whenever she walked past me, I could smell her perfume, which smelled sweet, like a sweet pussy. I’m not sure if she even used perfume or if she just took some of her wetness with her hand and applied it to herself. It wasn’t long before I had to jerk off at work when she came by. Her scents drove me crazy and I couldn’t help it, my cock was rising and becoming hard on its own and turning towards her. It was so bad that I jerked off 6 times during working hours. One day she came to my desk and leaned her hands on the desk, arched her back to be closer to me. Even though she was wearing a shirt buttoned up to her neck and a sweater. I knew she wanted to show me her tits. Why else would she stoop like that. Of course, I also saw how her ass bulged out when she bent over. Fuck she was a really bad bitch, she really challenged me. She was asking me something, and I was just looking at her in her fucking eyes. She asked me something but I didn’t listen to her. I knew she wanted my dick, why else would she stop at me. ‘’Mr., are you okay? Do you go to the toilet a lot, do you have indigestion or some kind of illness?” Of course, she noticed my trips to the toilet. She must have made the connection that I always had to go to the toilet when she walked past me and shamelessly showed me her attributes. I answered her: “No, I’m fine. You know why we go to the toilet.” When I finished the sentence I winked at her and she was speechless. Oh yes, you my bitch, you are not the only one who can play such a game. The boss get up and walked on without a word. It must have flowed from her pussy, down her thighs, all the way to her shoes. My dick rose and I had to go to the toilet. I go to the toilet, do my homework and go back to the table. This time she was standing about 4 tables away from me, talking to the project manager. She stood really arrogant, as these bitches know. You know, the upright position, legs together so you can’t see how desperately he wants a cock. Never mind, I knew very well that she had panties under those pants and a pussy under her panties. A pussy that cries out for attention and a cock. I was looking at her and that’s when she gave me a clear signal. She scratched the right side of her back with her right hand, just above her butt. I smiled and said to myself, message received. It couldn’t be more obvious. She made me so needy. When I came out of the toilet, she was at my table again. This time she stood with her arms crossed. I know it’s because she was hiding her bosom. I sat down and she said:”Mr. , come to my office for an interview today after the workday is over.” My smile was from ear to ear when I answered her: Its my pleasure. My day passed quickly and soon it was time to finish work. I waited for everyone to leave, took Ax spray from the drawer and perfumed myself with pheromones. Otherwise I wouldn’t need them because I knew she was willing. I knock on her door and in her feminine voice she tells me to step forward. I open the door, she is sitting at the table and motions for me to sit on the chair. I sat down with a hard cock and waited for her to focus on me. She started the conversation and asked me:
Category: Erotica
Road Head – (MF, Oral, True Story)
Ready for a true story? Of course you are.If you know me, I’ve never been into people who you’d call “traditionally” attractive. I don’t like my men to be these tall, strong jawed, muscular, Alpha Men.
I’ve never needed my women to be busty, long legged, supermodels. I can appreciate it, but it’s just not for me.
I prefer their personalities and how they express them. Sounds corny, I know. I’d rather them have their vibe as a person, and I’ll see if we mesh. My longest relationship was with a girl that had the aesthetic of librarian, (Plus her tits were absolutely fantastic.)
Now my favorite man… his name was Cameron.When I lived in Manhattan, I ran into him at a bar. He was a high school History and Philosophy teacher. And he looked the part. When he wasn’t dressed in suits, he was dressed in sweaters, cardigans. He looked straight out of every girl’s fantasy that has a crush on their teacher. He was tall and had a bit of muscle, but his frame was built for hugs and cuddles, not pinning me down. His jaw was sharp, but his face was gentle. His voice was deep, but as sweet as a lullaby.
That Night With my BFFs Brother… P1 (slow burner) (feedback welcome)
“Ash, you need to learn to take your own advice.” Liv wriggled her eyebrows at me as she changed the channel on the TV. Her brown doe-like eyes gazed at me with a challenge and I stifled a groan. I knew that look well. As well I should, as I was the one who had taught it to her.
“What advice is that?” I said as I casually picked up the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and sat back. I took a couple of kernels and popped them into my mouth, enjoying the buttery sweetness as I waited for her to say the words I was dreading to hear.
“You need to have a one-night stand with Ryan.” She grinned at me and I groaned. “Don’t groan at me, Ash.” She grabbed some popcorn and sat back on the new leather couch we’d recently bought.
The Basically Premise of an Upcoming Story I thought
So the basically plot is that a boy ends stoing away in Catwoman (Madison Ivy)’s Van and he’s staying with her In her NEW House in Arizona and they enter a somewhat Romantic Dommmy Mommy style relationship
Excerpt from Double Date: Going Gay for His Straight Crush [MMFM] [Straight to Gay] [BDSM]
Hello!
Apologies for the long hiatus. Besides the holidays and work, I was also working on a 12,000 word story that’s now released online. I want to make sure the fine folks at /r/Erotica are some of the first to read it if they so wish. As such, I’m going to include as much as I can, 10%, of the story below.
This is only the beginning of the story, and doesn’t yet include the erotic elements that come in full force later. I was hoping I’d be able to include more of the smut, but sadly I’ve confirmed that this is all I can put out.
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Now that I’ve completed this story, and it’s out, I’ll be returning to work on A Bully Caged.
Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
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Synopsis:
Matthew never was one for making decisions, choosing to go with the flow instead of making waves. He’s single, lonely, and less than imposing. Only when he gathered enough courage to ask out his crush did his life change. The only problem? She wants it to be a double date… and she has a boyfriend… and she thinks Matthew is gay.
Mixing Work And Pleasure [MF 40’s] [Cheating] [Creampie]
We met at work. I had been with the company 10 years, she was working on her second year. She was gorgeous, long blondish hair, eyes that seemed to change color based on what she wore. She has a tiny frame and a phenomenal ass. An ass that needed to be worshipped.
We didn’t get to talk much, when we did it was always flirtatious. We were both married, but you could tell there was some underlying chemistry between us. One day she asked me for a favor on some merchandise we carried. I tried to help her, I even gave her some free merchandise I had won. The banter started to pick up about a week ago. The flirts became more real, when we were in a room together the sexual chemistry was undeniable. We even moved our conversations to a texting app so that we could keep it from our spouses. We’d chat every night, sometimes until very early in the morning. Both of missing sleep and missing each other. We started to share pics, we started sharing fantasies and eventually began sexting. Both of us agreeing that if we get the opportunity the sex would be mind blowing.
Wishes of mine
He looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, but there was no one on the planet so perfect. He thrust suddenly into her again, and, as usual, she squeaked quietly. He smiled, knowing that he was the reason she was how she was.
The moonlight was spilling through the curtains, offering just enough light to see. His smooth, even rhythm began again. Her quick intakes of breath timed up with his thrusts into her. She started begging for more, harder, faster. His name was what she said next.
It was like the cosmos had just exploded into existence inside of him. He knew what he was going to do then. He didn’t like this very much, but it was amazing for her. He wanted to please her, make her scream his name, to pound into her until his name was the only thing think.
He looked down at her again, catching her eye. She saw the look in his eyes and excitement lit up hers. She quickly adjusted to her stomach and raised her butt a little bit. He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her gasp told him everything he needed to know. He let her hair go and pulled the condom off, tied it, then set it to the side.
Moms new boyfriend
(Fictional story)
Stacie was a 19 year old student. She was 5,4 slim body, Blonde hair, b cup tits and a plump round ass.
Her parents have been divorced 2 years now. Her mom had started dating again but nothing ever serious, just some one night stands. She knew this because her mom would ask her to stay in her friends house if she was going to have “company”. Stacie knew this was code for her mom getting railed. She had only ever met 2 of her dates, they both seemed way too young for her mom, she just assumed that her mom was sewing her wild oats by being a cougar for younger men. Her mom was mid to late 40’s and a rocking body for her age, DD tits and a phat ass that her father never appreciated.
A curious text (female pov, stalking, horror, nc, impregnation, bondage)
My shower felt so good; warm soothing water after a hot day. It had to come to an end though, I shouldn’t waste water after all! I reluctantly hopped out of my shower and dried off. Tying my towel around myself I headed back to my bedroom and sat down at my desk for a moment staring absentmindedly into my closet, thinking about what to put on.
bzz-bzz, my phone vibrated. A text, but not from a number I recognized.
“Hi Rachel, you should probably bring in your boots from the porch, there’s a chance of rain tonight.” it read.
My boots! I had forgotten them on my back deck! But wait… who was this? It had to be someone I knew.
“Thanks, I almost forgot!!” I replied gratefully, “who is this by the way? I don’t have your number on my phone.”
I waited a minute, but there was no reply. Worried about my boots though I snuck to my back door still in my towel and quickly reached out and grabbed them before slamming it shut again. They were still dry, so no harm done.
bzz-bz, another text.
[M4F] It’s OK, Mister Mike! [M50/F19] (age gap, porn, masturbation, voyeurism)
_everyone mentioned here is a legal adult, aged 18 or older_
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I was the manager at a cell-phone store where Sammie (F19) was working full-time over the summer. She was a nice, shy girl and probably still is. She looked nerdy, which I liked. We got to know each other pretty well, as we both worked from noon to eight. Around 7:45 we’d say goodnight and I’d go back into the office. She’d lock up and leave at eight. After that I liked to get an hour or so of porn watching before going home to my wife. Once I heard Sammie lock the door I’d open some porn site, take out my cock, and start stroking it. By this point I’d become obsessed with videos of girls yanking guys off while pegging them, and with chicks with cocks.
One night in late June I was watching girls those trans girls cumming from taking it up the ass and I didn’t realize Sammie was still in the store. She had never stayed late and never came back to the office. But this time she quietly opened the half-ajar door and since I sat with my back to the door, she was planning to wait for the right time to get my attention.