“Have you ever danced with the devil? Why do I ask you wonder it goes something like this..
“Oh dam man, check out the chick” the DJ pointing to the center of the dance floor. “She is whooping that hair, yeah yeah yeah” as one beat was at an end he had the next one spinning. “Let’s put your testes up for the heart break boy band, the Stix” DJ spat into the mic as the hard beat came pouring out of the box. With the change of tunes and the heavy base the chicks little hair spin became a full fledged body pump. “Wha wha is that Trevor the Devil! You won’t see him out hear unless it’s the final spin!” the DJ commented before resuming cast down on the hottie that graced his dancefloor. “Ok y’all take a step back cuz here cum the Devil and his own flaming moves” DJ half yelled trying to promote this sex foot eight Devil to the opposite sex, “That’s right boyz don’t even think he give you a look! Woo, what is happening?” All the red flags went up cuz instead the hottie of spinning her hair the Devil caught it in mid rotation. Jerking back the small, five foot two hottie by the hair. Looking up at this giant of a Devil, feeling her self-conscious swelling she wrapped her arms around the Devils neck and head. Kissing him square on the lips. Pulling her freakishly small tits on to his mouth. “Wha wha?, happen down there pervs, is she goin’ to tease the big D” saying that with as much shock as the dance crowd. “Hold up there need a new tune to amp up the situation!” Shuffling through his play list till the right beat snatched his attention. “Oh yea, hear we goooo..” throwing his own hands in the air as the hottie was wack’en on the top of his cock. Runnin’ her puss from the base to the tip without skipping a beat. “Bite my nips you big bad man” she said motorboating his face in between her mounds. “Yes, yes Ooo yesssssssss” the hottie screamed out as the Devil clamped down on the right one. Stretching and pulling on it as she pulled back butt his hand was messing with dangerous waters. Squeezing her ass cheek just at the right time, watching her shutter as her first orgasm soaked his cock. The buck from her hips, the angle of his finger, the moan of her voice. “Mmmmmmmmm, fuck it’s been to long since somebody fingered my ass” she exclaimed totally exhilarated by this new turn of events. “I am gonna do more than just play with your ass” the rumble in his voice got her even wetter. Before the hottie new she was confronted with his dripping cock. The full girth of it told her that her slit doesn’t lie butt instead of persuading her to suck it he just pushed her mouth around it’s enlarged head. “Now suck my fucking cock” he growled, spanking her ass as his teeth grated her clit. Being there in the center of the dancefloor, the Devil’s teeth pinching on her clit while she fought everything she had as she swallowed his huge cock. Wanting to breath, so desperate for that life giving air she swallowed. Stroking his cock from mid shaft to the tip, she could feel it.. she could. He was pulling her off his cock, “The life giving air, the..” the Devil’s head was still in her mouth. So desperate for air Hottie took a big breath. Air flowing around his cock as he forced her back on it. “Ohmifuck how am I supposed to breath with his hand on the back of my head” flashed through her mind. Swallowing again. Having the hair being pull back as his cock was on the retreat from her throat. Taking in a moderate size breath then forcing that over sized cock back down her throat. “Fuckkk yeh I’m sucking his cOoock” flashed through her mind once again butt this time he cheated. Stuffing one finger into her asshole. No longer stopping at the rim, no just one middle finger all the way in. “OooOoooOoooo..” rushed from her lungs for now he was chewing on her clit, fingering her asshole. She had to, she had to moan! “OooOoooOoooo fuckkk Mmm..” knowing how bad the Devil could be she swallowed him whole again. Swallowing three times just to get him to cum like he was doing to her! “Let’s slow it up a little and here’s some Grinding!” The DJ blurted from his booth. Butt the slow down was not happening not around the Hottie and the Devil. Retracting his finger, tasting her cum as it overflowed from her cunt. Flicking her clit with his tongue, stuffing four fingers inside both her asshole and twat. There cums a time when even the best slut breaks and this would be it. “Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm..” Hottie moaned with his cock still stuffed in her face as he continued to finger fuck her while attacking her clit. Was it just her imagination or was he letting her go. “Fuck you, if you think I am done giving you head” preparing the argument before it had even begun butt the grip on her hair. The pull from his hand. The fact that she was staring at the dancefloor instead of up at him. The grip from his hands again, the overwhelming sensation of two new orgasms forming. Looking down and seeing his hands gripping her nips as he pulled her back. “You are the bad woman” he smoldered in her ear. Dropping a hand, fingering her slit with two of his fingers. Pumping hard time and time again until yes he made my squirt. Just a little butt that was enough for his mega cock to split my asshole. Pushing against my pussy while holding me still. The volente tremors that came from my hips as I orgasmed.. not just once or twice butt so many times I lost count. Yes, the dance with the Devil was a wet dream cum true.
Cum a lot, cum often
Hottie & Devil
p.s. After writing this letter has got me horny, have to track him down again for round two!”
Category: Erotica
Will You? Part 2
Part 2 of Will You?
CWs:
[Whipping][No safe word][Threats][Intense eye contact][Breathing restrictions][Reddit][Torture][Rope][Cheating][Degradation]
“……….Everything about her was different. In fact the exact opposite of his wife. Henry adored the way his wife looked but she…she embodied force………”
……………………………………….
“Call me Rose. Nothing else. Just Rose.”
Henry snapped out of the trance he fell into.
“Yes…um…Rose.”
She smirked.
“I said call me Rose, not um Rose.”
“Yes Rose.”
Rose shifted her stance and motioned for Henry to follow her into the dimly lit room.
He told himself…this is it. All this build up. What he needed.
Rose took a sit at the small desk.
“Sit down on the floor. You can’t be the same level as me.”
Henry obeyed. He could feel his heart skip a beat.
He was trying to hold back but couldn’t stop staring at her shoes. She wasn’t wearing boots or heels. She had on converse shoes. His eyes wandered a little further up her legs. She had fishnets on. A gray pleated skirt.
Before his eyes could go any further Rose snapped her fingers.
“Did you hear anything I just said? Hmm?”
Riding the Bull (aka Draining Asterius) [Gay]
Asterius is sat in the chair across from you. A cropped toga wrapped around his shoulders and chest, the sunlight streaming through the window reflects from it giving him a godly, if not almost blistering, aura. He’s wearing heavy brown boots with yellow soles, matching the yellow sash around his shoulder holding his top together. He’s wearing tight blue jeans, the largest size he could find, and they still threatened to explode if he bent over too quickly. Even sat there you could see the stitching around his thighs screaming in agony, stretched thin, and the crotch angrily choke-holding his package. Actually, the more you look, the more you notice his package fighting back. Throbbing gently.
You drag your eyes from the display and catch him staring into you. His deep chocolate swirls reading your very being. His breath is slightly fast, and he won’t look away. He stands slightly, reaching into his pocket, the calves of his jeans almost audibly cry out and his cock very clearly begins growing to the right side with the ounce of freedom it has for a second. He sits down, phone in hand, wincing slightly and tries to very discreetly pull at his waistband to readjust. Neither being discreet nor adjusting himself works, as the moment the fabric pulls against his crotch he lets go suddenly, a loud huff bellowing from his nostrils. He gestures gently with his phone to you, flicking his ears to get your attention. You pull out yours and open your chat.
A romantic evening
Your eyes take in the familiar surroundings of the north shore. The trees blow in the wind as the tide crashes on the rocks while the bmw navigates the windy roads that run alongside the coast. The car roars up to the gate of sands point preserve allowing you in and reaching your final destination the hempsted house . The driver opens your door and instructs you to wear a blindfold. Nervous you agree and tie it behind your head. You take the drivers arm as he guides you to the rear of hempsted house. The mask is slowly removed and your eyes struggle to adjust to the light as you see me standing in the center of the rose garden. The lawn is perfectly green as it feels like a carpet under your feet. The roses in full bloom as the colors fill your eyes as much as their aroma fills your senses. The sounds of the bay excite you as you walk over to greet me. I’m wearing my grey suit and grey tie. As you approach you see I’ve prepared a table with more champagne and some light snacks. As you near I walk to you and take your hand kissing you and thanking you for coming to meet me. I pull out your chair and assist you sitting down. Pouring you a drink we talk about anything and everything as you nervously laugh like you do. I bestow you with compliments as you hold my hand taking in all the sights your heart swells as large as your throbbing clit. I give you a kiss and take your hand as you follow me in.
Will You?
This is an intro story to a much longer series. Posting this as a tease really. It gets more intense.
Cws:
[Mention of love][No safe word][Intense eye contact][Mention of pain]
Henry walked swiftly yet with caution down the hotel hallway. He had dreamt of this moment for a very long time and it was finally here. There was a lump in his throat but he didn’t mind this.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stopped immediately and checked to see what it was. It was his wife Mary. She texted to wish him good luck.
Henry was extremely grateful for her sacrifice. She had even offered to help him look through Reddit posts.
You see…he wanted…no, NEEDED things that she simply could not and would not provide.
Henry loved pain. Not only physical pain, but mental and emotional. He wasn’t sure if it were due to some suppressed trauma or different wiring in his brain. All he knew and accepted is that he felt if he didn’t get this soon, he would die.
Not in the literal sense but die as in severe depression.
Breaking the Boy part 3: I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name [M/F] [Femdom]
Three days after I spent the afternoon at Alex’s apartment I wake up with a kinky little plan. It’s arrived in my head fully fledged. I can’t wait to try it out.
We haven’t been in touch. I took his phone number, but I didn’t give him mine. I told him he had to wait till I contacted him. After some thought, I decided three days was the optimum time. It’s not so long he’ll feel abandoned, but – by now – he’s going to be doubting himself. He’ll be wondering whether I’ll get in touch or whether he’s just been discarded. He’s going to be off-balance, nervy, needing reassurance.
He’s going to be exactly how I like him.
We are on the same shift this afternoon (as I know from surreptitiously photographing the security rota) and I have big plans. He doesn’t know it yet, but he gets the call today.
I dress with care. White tights, my favourite green trainers. A denim skirt, a low-cut mint green tee. I wear my hair down, red curls spiralling to my waist. A touch of perfume, but not too much.
This wasn’t supposed to happen… [mf]
That first night I slept in your bed was mind-bendingly hot, intensified by the lure of the forbidden; we were “just going to cuddle.” I was so turned on that it was a struggle to control myself in the quiet darkness. I spent the whole next week thinking about it, and I didn’t even need to touch myself to get dripping wet all over again.
I can still feel your hands on me, moving so achingly slow as my heart pounded with anticipation. The rough brush of your chin against my neck and the soft whisper of your lips on my ear, as you breathed things I could barely hear but that still tied my insides into impossible knots of desire. You tugged at the edge of my panties and I ached. You slipped your fingers beneath the cloth onto my skin and my head swam, drunk on desire and the feeling of your chest pressed against my back. By the time you felt my wetness I was walking a wild edge of animal arousal, and when your fingers slid inside I almost tumbled over that edge, waves of bliss coursing across my very bones. My body moved against your hands without my asking, my breath heavy with the electricity between us.
Yes Sir
You say “yes sir” and slide down to your knees as you were commanded. As you do you feel the thin fabric of your panties press lightly against your clit and feel the lace gently part your pussy lips. You feel your breast trying to spill out the top of your corset. But that’s why you wore it tonight, so that your breast would spill out and everyone could see. Your nipples are hard as little pebbles and basically the only thing that keeps your breast contained. I am standing before you with only a pair of slacks on. I tell you to do your job. Your hands expertly unbuckle my belt, unbutton and pull down my pants. I step out of them and you toss them aside. You turn back to me and can clearly see my hard penis straining against the fabric of my shorts. There is also a large wet spot that has formed letting you know that I have obviously enjoyed your night of exhibitionism. I loved the looks from strangers as I showed off what belongs to me. You gently pull my underwear down and my hard cock pops out and brushes your cheek. You can feel the wet trail I have already left across your face. Your instinct is to put your mouth on the dick but you know the rules and pull my underwear the rest of the way off and toss them aside. You turn your focus back to me and take a moment to just soak in the scene. You are on your knees, wearing the skimpiest outfit you have ever gone out in public in, precum smeared on your cheek, I’m towering above you, my hardness is sticking straight out. A large drop of clear liquid has formed on my swollen purple head. You study my cock as it waits for your attention. You love how the head seems to be trying to push through the skin. How it pulses and swells. How the head is so bulbous and the ridge that drops sharply to the shaft. How the shaft is hard but soft at the same time. Tough sponginess. The difference in color beneath the head where it is very pinkish before turning to a normal skin color down the shaft. The veins that run and twist around the shaft. The large vein that swells and pulses. Pushing more clear fluid out the tip. You know you can feel those veins inside your pussy when we fuck. Down to the balls. The big, swollen, full balls. You can see them expand and contract. You see the drop of fluid drip from the head. You instinctively stick your tongue out and catch the drop of slick, salty fluid. I have grown tired of waiting and grab the back of your head and force your mouth over the very cock you were just marveling at. I shove you down hard and fast. The dick slides all the way through your mouth and down your throat. Too deep and it makes you choke a little. But you know I like that. I pull your hair and pull you off the dick. You get a breath as I shove your face back down. This goes on for a few minutes as I fuck your face and force you to swallow all of me. Eventually I pull you off of me and sit down in the chair in front of you. You know what to do and begin to run your tongue all over my hard, hard shaft. You lick down to my swollen balls. You gently suck each one into your mouth and roll them around. Your tongue easily finds its way across my skin. You are jerking my hardness with one hand as your mouth leaves a sloppy spit trail as you work your way down. I feel your saliva running ahead of your tongue. I love the feel as it runs across my skin. I feel it run around my balls and down my ass crack and pool. You use your fingers expertly to massage me as you lick and suck my tender flesh beneath my balls. You flick your tongue across my skin and use your fingers on my balls, taint, and ass. You are driven by the moans and guttural sounds escaping my mouth. You are quite sure that I couldn’t form words right now if I had to. You feel the wetness between your legs spread as the pleasure you are giving me pushes you on. I am moaning and writhing in ecstasy. You keep on playing with me. Treating me like you were an expert on dick giving a lecture to your class. I feel like my whole body from the waist down is slathered in your slippery saliva. You decide to give me relief and keep working your hands on me as you slide up and take my twitching cock back in your mouth. You are expertly sliding my engorged dick down your throat. You feel my balls contract and hear a different pitch in my moans that tell you I am about to cum. You move up and start jerking me as you keep sucking and licking my swollen head. You can feel the cum pushing up my cock. You take your mouth off and start jerking quicker. My head swells much, much larger as the torrents of cum explode out. I am all but screaming now and the hot jizm sprays out of my cock and splashes across your tits and face. You can feel the hot sticky liquid running down your breast and your face is covered. I feel like I have cum a gallon. I am finally able to open my eyes and see that you are splattered with my juice. Cum is dripping from your hair, nose, cheeks and lips. You keep stroking me as you climb up just enough to kiss me. The sticky cum is now smeared on both of our chest and faces. As you kiss me I can taste the salty sperm in and on your mouth. We are both now a gooey mess. You return to my softening dick and begin to suck softly. I moan and writhe as you clean my cock of any cum left. I am exhausted and my dick is now soft again. I will need a break before round two. You gently hold my shrinking dick in your mouth and lay your head on my thigh as I try to get my breathing under control. You are happy and content to hold me in your mouth as you lay your head in our messiness and wait for me to recover.
First Encounter. Fee free to let me know what you think.
We stare at each other. Not wanting to be the first to make a move. Like cowboys in the Wild West. High noon, poised, focused. Mouth dry, lips quiver, hands shake. Ready to draw. We circle each other. I am her whole world. She is my moon. Fixed for the rest of time in perpetual orbit. Love is a force stronger than any other. It grabs us and flings us together. Neither of us know who made the first move. It’s a photo finish, too hard to call this one. It’s going to have to be looked at by VAR. lips whack and tongues dance. Twisting, twirling. Dry mouths become fast flowing rapids. I hope she can swim. Our hands grab parts of each other’s bodies that we could only dream of touching before this encounter. I bite her bottom lip. She likes it. She pulls her face away to reveal a smile so devilishly naughty. Butterflies fill my stomach instantly. She rips my shirt off and buried her face into my chest. Suck, lick, bite, kiss all at the same time. My dick goes hard. She knows this because she’s squeezing it inside my pants. Her eyes are ablaze she’s drunk horny and I’m horny drunk. I rip off her bikini top to reveal her breast and pert nipples, she’s has so many freckles. I imagine them all as chocolate chips. I have lick and kiss each one. There’s so many, And I love it. I lift her up, I imagine those Russian Ballets, my nerves are only overcome by sheer lust. I have superhuman strength. Lifting her onto the bench top with ease. Like placing a bauble on a Christmas tree, she glistens where my saliva rests on her body. I pull her bikini bottom to the side to disclose two drenched sodden lips, her clit like some pulsing siren luring me into the unknown. I look up, she looks down. She has total faith in me. She takes in a deep breath and gently nibbles and sucks on the top of her left index finger while her right hand pushes my head into her groin. Her fingers dig into my hair and twist. Pain hits differently when the serotonin is at its peak. My lips suck her lips like spaghetti. I’m a messy eater but I always empty my plate. No bread needed I’m licking this one clean. I tongue away at her clit, left, right, up down, round and round. Clockwise, anti clockwise. Each separate action has a unique reaction. She pants, she holds her breath, her hands push my head forward and then back. She wriggles and writhes her abdomen and her moans wow her moans are like music to my ears. This is what Beethoven must’ve felt like when he played the Piano. My tongue is my sword it stabs into her pussy it does rings inside it. She pulls me away. Her stomach sucks in and out profusely her breaths are short and loud. We haven’t said a single word since we’ve entered the room. We’re poised we’re focused. We have to get the job done. Its my turn I haven’t asked and she hasn’t said but she must oblige. I’d fuck her now, every atom that binds me is pleading to fuck her now but I need to know how good her flute skills are. She’s the pied piper and I’m dancing to her tune. She pulls down my shorts and my cock flings out like a meaty jack in the box. She gasps and crawls back to look at it in all it’s lustre. It throbs towards her veins and all. She’s soaking and my dick is a divining rod pointing towards the most luscious oasis upon this Atoll. She pulls my foreskin back to reveal my purple head hammering. I’m lightheaded because my brain is telling my heart to pump blood to my penis instead of my brain. This is why men think with their dicks. Nothing else matters. The pandemic, my job, my car. All I want is her and she knows it. Her lips press over my helmet and push down and then up again. No hands, this girl is auditioning on my pecker and she’s gunning for first place. A tight right hand grips my shaft as she tilts it to flick her tongue repeatedly against it. My legs straighten. She’s got me, I’m hers. I’m weak and she knows I’m weak because I could’ve took her when I had the chance. But I didn’t. She has me right where she wants me. Her right hand grips tighter. With the twist of her neck she takes me half way down. Tongue against her side of the shaft as she does it. My balls jump. She does it again, my legs are taught. She twists her neck again as she goes down and for the first time in my life I can’t see my dick. She lifts up and like a sexy slug leaves a trail of thick secretion from base to tip. Fuck me fly boy she says with menace in her eyes. I grab her throat and throw her down her head hits the bed as her toes point to the ceiling. I hold both her legs apart and up. This is what Moses must’ve felt like when he parted the Red Sea, except smaller in scale but wetter and without divine intervention. I slide my cock inside her, inch by inch. Her lips hug my dick as it enters. We dance! Like two cattle carcasses in a meat van we pirouette. The sound of raw meat slapping raw sopping meat. We dance! My chest is tighter than her pussy. Her fingers inside my mouth is like chomping at the bit. I can feel the muscles inside the walls of her vagina tighten and her eyes glaze over. Her lips make an O shape. She’s mine now. There’s no mercy in this dojo. I push harder and harder. Her moans echo around the room. The walls squeeze tighter. Her feet and toes quiver in the air. Her legs have more goosebumps than a primary school library. I gasp my entire being is sent to the end of my cock and shot deep into the cavities of her vagina. The dance is over. No one claps, the curtains are already closed. The greatest show of all time. For her eyes only.
Looking for specific erotica
I once read an erotica story on (I think) a stand-alone website. It was about a girl (college student?) who was blackmailed by a man, who threatened to show photos of her to her father, and convinced her to do increasingly sexual things, starting with wearing skimpy outfits, to getting a SLUT face tattoo, to sexual slavery. Hoping this rings some bells for people? I can’t seem to find it again.