Learning The Hard Way (NC, extreme object insertion, forced orgasm)

*Every character in this story is 18+*

Disclaimer: This story is graciously sponsored by Wilson Sporting Goods. **Wilson: Feel it in your guts!**

“OK, class, now we all know Wilson makes durable products at competitive prices…” Mr. Wessman was holding a standard size Wilson volleyball for the class to see.

One girl in the fourth row did not dare look up from her desk. She couldn’t stomach the sight of it right now; her bowels spasmed painfully just from hearing the quality (yet affordable) brand name.

“Considering it has a diameter of 22 centimeters, can we use Hooke’s law to determine how many volleyballs we can fit in this long modeling balloon? Number 11, you of all people should pay attention to this lesson.”

*The laughter… how can they still find this shit funny after 4 days?*

Every body loves a good neighbour part 2 [pregnancy] [neighbour] [cuckold]

Part one is here.
[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/102ac4v/everyone_loves_a_good_neighbor_13_voyeur/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Eva’s suggestive text just stared out at me the neon warmth of my screen and it hypnotised me. Was I dreaming this? Did I get carried away and fantasise it all?

Ever the planner, I figured she either genuinely needed help or I was about to fulfil an extraordinary fantasy.

I showered, cut my nails, and popped over in record time. Casually answering the door, she tilted her head politely and smiled ‘I thought you abandoned me?’ Her charm oozed out of every syllable. She was friendly and effortlessly seductive. Despite being heavily pregnant she moved with ease to the living room where she sat knees together with her hand on her belly.

‘What can I do for you?’ I asked in the most neutral tone. I was suddenly aware she didn’t acknowledge the last time we saw eachother, as if she was ashamed or maybe a one time thing and she was doing this to show that our time together watching was scrubbed from reality.

Holly’s Tales – Part 7


Holly’s Tales – Part 1 from Erotica

My hand restraints are now hooked to each other under my robe. With her hand on the back of my neck leading me forward, we have left the bedroom, but turn left out of double doors I had originally entered in. She leads me up a narrow switch back set of stairs, ten each to a set, up to the second level and back down a long hallway. Once at the top, she lets go of the back of my neck, and I feel the tug on the leash leading me forward. The hallway is wide enough that my leash serves its purpose well enough despite my blindness. The robe is keeping me warm as it appears there is no heat in the house turned on. My mind is lost in trying to understand what had happened in the bathroom, and how embarrassed I had been afterwards. Tears are streaming down my face as we walk. She had made me feel wanted, and I had wanted her. She must notice the tears. The games were over, she again reminded me on the way down.

My Cum topped latte [F31M32] [Handjob, cum drinking, non-fiction]

I am the female posted in this profile and the one writing this, he’s the male. Hope you enjoy and please let us know if you do!

We’d been having fun together for months and decided to keep getting creative to keep the fun going even on days where we both were really busy and had to work. Sometimes we’d watch porn together and enjoyed watching a man cum on something and the girl eating it; pizza or a popsicle etc.. I love the taste of his cum and got to thinking, what if he ejaculated into my latte one morning while I was on my way to work?

The idea of sipping my cum-laced starbucks on the bus to work and in front of my coworkers got my nipples hard instantly. I pitched the idea to him, and he was down, so we set up the plan for Friday morning. Here’s how it went down:

Shame and Pleasure [F4O][solo][submissive fantasy]

When I touch myself I imagine the most awful things. Things I would never want in reality. As I touch my thoughts become more disjointed, more extreme and more divorced from reality yet they follow a familiar well worn path.

I imagine myself a slave at some medieval banquet my body barely covered by a humiliating garment that makes my status and availability clear. Thin straps and patches of stained leather smelling of sweat and sex.

The only reason I am dressed at all is for the pleasure of undressing me. The loincloth of my costume is a ragged leather flap scarcely covering my mound. No barrier to curious hands.

In my fantasy I am always slick and wet and ready and in reality when I have these fantasies my hands ensure my body matches the fantasy.

I stand holding a serving tray in my shaking grip while a stranger reaches up between my legs, up to the hot vulnerable flesh of my cunt. The man touching me is not even looking at me. He talks to his friends ignoring me even while his fingers are inside me.

10 minutes

You’re sitting on a chair, in front of a mirror. I’m kneeling on the ground in front of you, my arms bound behind my back. I imagined a plug in my ass, and a dildo suction cupped to the ground under me. You instructed me that I had 10 minutes to get both you and me off, the length of 3 songs you had carefully selected.

I knew to start when I felt your hands gripping my hair, pulling my mouth on your cock. You caught me by surprise and I gagged, but started a rhythm of bobbing my head on your dick.

“Now,” you said, “use the dildo to fuck yourself as you get me off”. It was tricky at first to get going, but soon I was slobbering all over your cock and dripping all over the dildo. “Two minutes left” you said, which prompted me to bounce faster. Tears start pooling in my eyes from the simulation, and the music takes me to the edge as I grow closer to orgasm.

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My (F24] work at the library can become creepy at night

It can become creepy at night in the library where I work. Because it’s ME who turns into a creep at night. I can’t help myself. I like the night shifts: Lost souls are sitting in the great reading halls. Some of my colleagues and I are still there for the few visitors to ask us questions or get something from the archives. Hmm, the archives. Most of their area is well lit, but I know all the darker corners where you can sneak in. Best when some dorky male academic shows up at my reception desk and asks for something deep down from the archives. The visitors can go there themselves, most of the time we tell them the direction and off they go.

But still quite many get confused in the long hallways and corridors, entering deeper into the archives with thousands upon thousands of books and documents around you…. where you think and feel you are all alone. When suddenly another night creature creeps out from one corridor, all silently, with a book it has found, or scurrying from one shelf to the next. And sometimes this creature is me, being all sweet and creepy at the same time. I know of course in which archive’s section my academic gentlemen can be found. Roaming around as I indicated them the way just minutes ago.

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First blowjob wasn’t from a girl

First Blowjob wasn’t from a woman

19m here

I work in the produce section at a store, weekdays are slow and there isn’t much to do. Leaving me and my co workers tons of time to talk and mess around. One day me and this guy I work with (26) are talking about our Ex’s and past sexual experiences, I mention that I’ve had sex but never had a blowjob

His eyes lit up with pitty and excitement, telling me all about how great blowjobs are to get and give. This made me alittle hard which surprised me but when you’ve had as little sexual experience as me that can happen. I told him I didn’t believe him but he reassured me that he’s been on the giving and receiving end of a lot of blowjobs and that he prefers to give them, he then simply offered to be my first.

I cant get over my first gloryhole experience [26F]

It was a fwb who suggested this glory hole to me. It was in a public toilet in the suburbs . There’s an immigrant community over there with a lot of pent up guys. Apparently that toilet is infamous in their community for glory holes.

It was a hot summer day, so I wasn’t wearing a lot. Just a red tank top, white jean shorts and some slippers too. I had to go an hour earlier to hide in men’s side of the toilet. My fwb then went to get me some guys. It was a long wait and I was really anticipating it. My palms and body were sweating from excitement. I felt so hot.

I remember it vividly. I got into the stall in the corner. Sat on the toilet, locked the stall, and waited. Around 1030 pm, I heard a familiar voice- my fwb. He was talking in his native tongue. I could hear a bunch of guys replying to him. They came around my stall, I could see a lot of black feet in slippers from the gaps. My stall is right in the corner so only 1 by 1 sadly. First guy peeked in and I made eye contact with him through the hole. I panicked. I immediately covered the hole with my hand. I heard him yell something. I didn’t know what he said, but I heard many people cheer and whistle in response.

The Christmas party (mf) part1 [blowjob] [squirting] [cremepie]

Daddy invites all of his friends over for a Christmas party. I have been cooking all day and an hour before everyone arrives daddy takes me upstairs telling me to strip. I do as he asks but is unsure what he is going to do. He ties my hands behind my back and forces me to my knees I look up at him eager to serve with my mouth open and tongue out as I drool practically silently begging for daddy’s cock. As he gets his grey sweatpants I’m down he grab the back of my head and he’s sets his tip on my tongue softly sliding it back and forth I mean from the sheer pleasure of daddy using me he looks at the time and quickly speeds up I rub my thighs together eager to continue after I realize this is strictly for daddy’s pleasure. I moan louder as he fucks my throat as my spit is trailing my chin and all over his cock and the floor. Daddy grips my hair tighter and he slaps my face grunting and moaning telling me how much of a filthy slut I am and how I should be used I feel him pulsing I’m my mouth as I start to bob my head meeting him eager to taste daddy’s cum. I feel his thick seed hitting into the back of my throat and I swallow everything sticking my tongue out to show him. Hi lifts my chin kissing me for doing a good job and quickly lifts my thighs so I fall back onto the floor as he starts fucking me fast and hard. Daddy’s cock feel so good hitting against my womb like that. I warn him that I might cum and he gives me permission and he keeps pumping into me as hard and fast as he can grunting like an animal I moan clenching around him as I squirt all over him just giving him more lubricant to go ever faster. I feel the veins pushing against my walls. His cock making me feel so full and so good causing me to squirt 3 more times in a row. He quickly releases his load deep in my womb and I cum one final time from how good him breeding me feels and I lay on the ground panting trying to catch my breath. He gets up and gets dressed again and throws me what he picked out for the party.

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