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Reporter’s dilemma part 11 (bestiality ahead)

Her husband Brad was home before the kids, and Caroline went at him like a hungry lioness on a gazelle. Her body was still buzzing, and in the bedroom, Caroline stroked him up and climbing aboard him with a smile of desire, she grunted with pleasure as she impaled herself, enjoying Brad’s loud grunt as she swiveled her hips down, her hungry, needy pussy swallowing him right to the balls. Carolyn rode him with expert strokes, keeping her pussy muscles gripping tightly at Brad’s cock, as she pushed herself down, finding the right spot, then AHHHHH, perfect, her clit was rubbing against the top of his cock shaft as she rode him. She quickly crested, her pussy quivering and milking at Brad’s cock as he grunted, growled, and let the superb sucking action of her cunt milk his throbbing prick dry.

The hot, fast fuck just before the kids got home had barely scratched that needy itch. Once the kids had been fed dinner and were settled in the living room, watching their favorite movie, Caroline pulled Brad into the garage. In the back seat of their mini-van, they went at each other like two horny teenagers. Brad was driving his cock into Caroline’s burning heat, fucking her with long hard strokes, as Caroline grunted, growled, and cried out, until she felt the wellspring of orgasm wash over her, milking hard at Brad’s cock as he buried himself one last time, and jetted his load into her. Read more »

November

*First post here on Erotica, hope this content fits the community.*

I’d always been really close to my older sister, ever since we were kids. I looked up to her, I adored her, I wanted to be her. When our parents divorced, we became even closer. I can say with zero cheesiness that she was my best friend. After our alcoholic mom sent us to California to live with our dad and his new family, my sister started acting out, but she never left me behind. I was always a privy to her shenanigans. She’d tell me where she was going, what she was doing, let me borrow her clothes and browse her phone, let me take a puff off her cigs and sip from her illicit booze. When I’d walk in on her doing cam shows or masturbating while talking to her boyfriend on the phone, it was never a big deal, because I was her co-conspirator; she trusted me with her dark secrets and that made me feel special. I loved her and I would have done anything for her. Read more »

How I ended up getting [F]ingered by three strangers at a Sex Camp

Not something that’s expected out if someone who chooses to go to a sex camp but I’m very shy when it comes to sex until I’m in the zone. I’m 23F with a nice booty that I’ve been complimented on and 32B boobs.
Back to the story:

I decide to go to a sex camp to see what’s out there and explore more of my sexuality and get more open. It’s a 2 day camp with adults who’re free to have any sort of sexual activity with any other consenting adult(s). I get very turned on but cannot initiate or say yes to anybody because I was feeling so shy. The day passes and I’ve a wet pussy with no play, until the camp co-ordinator notices this and calls me to ask. He asks me what’s stopping me from participating and I tell him the truth. He basically orders me to sit beside him on a chair. Read more »

Playing With Fire – Part 1 (Male Perspective, Minor Degradation, Oral Sex, PIV, Creampie, Unprotected, Caught, Long Read)

I threw my duffle bag down on my bed and collapsed on top of it. A twelve-hour drive was exhausting. The trip home had been my first trip home in several months. My sisters were happy to see their big brother home for a few days, plus Mom and Dad were glad to see I was doing okay. Well, as good as I could anyways. A three-day weekend at home was just what I needed to get my head back on right, considering recent events had led me to a dark place. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I was out of the darkness completely, but the trip home had definitely brightened me up a bit.
Staring up at the ceiling of my room in the three-bedroom apartment, I just zoned out. All I could think about was how I needed to focus on my studies and get into a routine, and in time the darkness and pain would fade. It was my third year at the University of Alabama, and I was working on my major studies. I wanted to get my business degree with a minor in marketing, and four years in the U.S. Navy paid for just about everything. The plan was to get my degree and then go work for my Dad, who currently ran our small family restaurant. I say small, but even in the midst of the pandemic we actually saw an increase in sales. Centrally located, the local manufacturing plants in our town were only a couple blocks away, and the patrons from those plants made our family business one of the most popular lunch spots for miles. Dinner sales weren’t bad either, especially on the weekends. Problem was, my Dad was getting old. Already two years past retirement age, the wear and tear of the job was taking a toll on him. Knowing how tough of an old geezer he really is, I judge he has another three years in him at least before he concedes. I wanted to be prepared to step in those shoes when that moment happens. Read more »

Twin Flames by Chance

He, a man in the hours of 6 am awakens to bird chirping and sound of tantric hum in near.

Feelings of purity and warmth blanket him as the sun peaks through the blinds.

His covers above, slowly recline.

Clothed but no longer, he seeks himself from within.

What he finds is not himself, but a twin flame which had never been found.

A beauty he did not expect, but a beauty he’ll never forget.

She, a woman in the hours of 6 am awakens to a man upon the glass screen which lights reflect.

Feelings of purity and warmth. She unveils her dress.

Greatness inside directs. A twin flame is born erect.

By chance a memory too soon, but vibration again by noon.

-Oaknesso

Surrendering to a murderer

As the sunset gently began to fade into dusk, the narrow path along the woods was still shining in a violett light. I was glad that darkness had not settled yet and that the summer evenings were still mild as my car had broken down just a few days before and I had to walk back home.
I was frustrated. Why was Terence rejecting me? Why didn’t he kiss me? Why didn’t touch me? I needed it. I did.
We had been dating for over two months now and in all that time hadn’t been physical whatsoever.
I was craving it. I had been craving it before and having him lay next to me from time to time had only made it worse. Yet, he wasn’t even looking at me in that way.
Whenever he was getting undressed and revealed what was hidden, I could feel a tickling sensation and I couldn’t help but wish for him to use it with me. For him to use ME.
Lost in my frustration, it took me some time to notice the man that was approaching me. He was staring at me and with every step he took, he seemed to be drifting towards me. When he was just inches away from me, he launched at me and wrapped his arms around my neck, trying to force me to the ground.
His right hand was covering my mouth and nose, making it unable for me to scream. I was fighting him as he pulled me towards a wooden shack that seemed to be deserted.
Suddenly I could feel his grip loosen and heard a grunting noise as my attacker was being pulled away from me.
When I whirled around, i could see him in the chokehold of another man.
He was way taller than my attacker and while he was holding him, he invaded my soul with his ice blue eyes.
His forearm was covered by a large scar and with his wide shoulders he was towering over the man that had been holding me just a few seconds before.
With his left hand he was holding a knife which he calmly moved towards my attackers neck.
With a single movement, he slid his throat.
His eyes rolled back and I could see the life leaving his body as he slowly collapsed to the ground.
He was dead.
Now, the man that had just erased his existence, was moving towards me.
I should have run but in shock i was unable to move.
Additionally, I felt weirdly drawn towards this man that had just murdered for me.
Seeing him take complete control over my attacker just to then take his life, had made me absurdly horny.
The look of his sharp face and his strong body chained me.
I could smell his odors as he stood right in front of me.
He aggressively grabbed my face and lowered his head, getting closer to my ear. With a deep and lustful whisper, he commanded:”You’re coming with me!”
With every word I could feel my pussy getting wetter to the point of dripping.
I stood no chance against him as he lifted me up and carried me inside the shack where he recklessly pushed me against the wall.
It felt like he could fit his hand around my entire neck as he started choking me with his right.
I could feel my blood pumping in my ear, becoming more and more lightheaded.
I didn’t dare to fight him.
No, he had earned me. I was nothing but his prize for saving me.
His heavy breathing drove me crazy as he ripped my shirt of and cut my bra in half with his knife.
He wanted to take me and there was nothing i could do against it.
Our breathing synchronized as soon as i sensed his rough tounge circling around my nipples.
I had just closed my eyes, when he pushed me down on the floor, getting back to choking me.
“Show me how grateful you are!”, he demanded with an intimidating growl.
My hands were shaking in excitement as I unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock from it’s prison.
I started licking the shaft, working my way up to his tip but he wanted more.
He grabbed me by my hair and started thrusting. As he accelerated and his thrusts became harder, i tried fighting my urge to gag and it was only when i dug my nails into his muscular thighs that he would give me a rest.
I was collapsing onto his feet, grasping for air, gagging, with strings of saliva covering my lips.
I was feeling dizzy when he picked up, placed me on the bed and made me lay on my stomach. I couldn’t see him but I could hear him and I could feel him.
I could feel his breath on my ear as he was laying down on top of me. I could feel his throbbing cock rythmically banging against my pussy to the beat of his heart and I could feel the heat he was emanating.
“You’re gonna be my little whore!”, he hissed as he entered me. He made me feel every inch, lowering his dick into my soaking pussy.
That’s what i had been missing. This feeling of fullness. His dick touched me in places i had been begging to be touched in.
I couldn’t keep myself from moaning as he slowly pulled him out.
With an increasing pace he penetrated me over and over again.
He used me.
I could feel my inner tension rising as he brought me closer and closer to climaxing, before i finally erupted and shivered in a continuous moan.
But he kept going.
He didn’t care.
All he was focused on was my slutty pussy pleasuring him.
He started pushing my face down into a pillow, making it hard for me to breath and moan but this power he had over me just drove me even wilder than before.
I could hear his moaning and grunting become more intense and the thought of him ejaculating inside of me brought me straight to the edge of another orgasm.
With deep and powerful thrusts, he orgasmed, unloading a huge blow of semen inside of me.
He distributed his warm cum along the walls of my tight pussy as I was begging for him to keep going.
I wanted to cum again.
But he just pulled out and got dressed, leaving me alone with his cum slowly running down my labia.

My First Time – With Another Woman Part 2/2

“Stand,” Jahnavi commanded, “Let’s get you ready.” I stood, and she followed suit, reached out and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then she used one hand to unclasp my bra while her other worked on the button of my jeans. As she unzipped my jeans, she smoothly pulled my bra off. Jahnavi looked at me with a smirk, leaned in, and brushed her tongue against my right nipple. Her right hand rose to cup my left breast, and she started teasing that nipple too. I let out a brief gasp, surprised and pleasured by the attention. Her mouth lifted slightly, and traced up to my shoulder, over my neck, and around my chin. We locked lips in an embrace that felt like forever, but probably only lasted for a minute or so. I could still taste the slightly tangy aftertaste from eating her out. Read more »

The ramblings of a spaced out degraded piggy…

I lay there snuggling Him, head on His chest and I am curled up so super close with my fingers in my mouth. Lying there in a state that resembles what I’ve heard little space feels like. (I am not a little and have never felt this way)…
He cups the top of my head gently with His big Daddy hands and it feels so comforting and loving. He does love me! All that stuff we both said about me earlier was just for fun. And I am His most prized possession (I think to myself).
I begin to think about the degrading sex we just had and replayed everything from begining to end in my head, with a big goody smile on my face as I slowly fall asleep in His arms.
He told me all the things I crave during sex like this. Telling me how useless and used up I was. I had asked Him if He pretends I’m someone else when He fucks me, and then asked Him to describe her to me. She’s a tight little college slut with blonde hair. She really knows how to fuck Daddy right, unlike this used up discusting whore. He turns me around to ride reverse cowgirl so He doesn’t have to see my ugly face, and I suggest we get something to cover it for next time so He can pretend I’m someone else…..
It’s getting close, I can feel His cock throbbing inside my pussy. I can tell how bad He wants to cum and how hard it is for Him to get there when He is pretending I’m a lose cum dump. He gets in a space just as I do…. But eventually none of those nasty words matter anymore and He is finally able to release all that has built up from calling me nasty things and telling me how worthless I am.
It’s this very moment that I am suddenly pulled from a very deep degraded pig headspace to a whole different space I’ve never felt before and is so hard to describe… He pushes me off His huge cock, grabs my hair and pulls me to Him so I can taste His warm cum. I am sucking the tip of His cock while using my hand to jerk Him off so that I don’t miss a single drop. It tastes so good, and I am such a lucky slave to have a Master that gives me this privalege.
The moment I swallowed the last drop He looks down at me with pride and simply says “good girl” that’s the moment I went into the unknown space. Where I instantly knew how valuable I am to Him, how much He loves me, and no matter how good any cake is He will always chose me. I stayed in this state until the previously mentioned snuggle time and then, like a light switch, I sunk into the very unfamiliar little space. I felt like Daddy’s little girl, and was envisioning scenerios where I was in little space and Master played a very good CG Daddy. And just before I drifted off to sleep I wondered if He had somehow opened the door to a secret garden within me that neither of us ever thought of. I wonder if He would entertain that idea…. I wonder if it’s something I want to explore more….
But for now, I will focus on one thing at a time. And the current thing on our plate is finding a long distance cake and eventually a long-term play partner cake.:)
Sorry for my sunny ramblings. Please go about you day now hehe.

His Student Hooker Pt 6 [MF][Rom]

Morning came and Paul was alone in bed, Simone had books spread out all over the table doing schoolwork when he stumbled into the dinette. He mumbled a good morning, and made himself some coffee.

When he was awake enough, he kissed Simone good morning, gave her breast a squeeze and shook off the late morning start. He watched her, the way she moved, the little line that folded in her brow when she was concentrating, the way her head moved as she poured over a book, head shaking when she couldn’t find what she was looking for, eyes focused on a passage as she read intensely. He thought of her laughter, her kindness, the seemingly cold remoteness of the public Simone compared to the warmth of the private Simone, the dedicated hardworking student, the playful woman-child. He heard her moans when she came, saw the way her body responded when he played with her clit, how she always shimmied when he ran his hands softly up the inside of her thigh. He loved her in a way that he hadn’t loved Olivia, and wondered if her really ever did love Olivia. Read more »