Happy to Help

I clock in for my last shift of the week. I’m so ready for the weekend. Hopefully, I can meet someone at the bar and get some action. A girl’s got needs. And I needs me some cock.

Affixing my name tag to my blouse, I sigh.
I step out of the employee locker room and plant a smile on my face. I get to my usual tasks of return clothes and  assisting customers.

As I fold clothes as the counter I see man walk in on the phone. At first glance, I note that he’s somewhere in his 30’s-40’s but damn he looks good. Dark hair, beard scruff, and the smile on his face. Fuck I’d hit that. It’s been so long since I’ve been laid. I watch as he ends his phone call and begins to look through our formal wear. Picking out a white button up,  blue tie, and gray pants. Hmm I wonder, what event are you attending…

You approach the front counter and ask to be let into a dressing room. I grab the key, and tell you to follow me. Putting a little more sway into my hips than normal. I unlock the dressing room and let you know to holler if you need any help. You smile politely as you walk past into the dressing room.

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Sia’s city exhibitionism part 2 [solo, public, ff]

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Despite having bought some sportswear at the shop earlier and lingering around for a little, there was still time until the party. There was a shopping center ten minutes away from the location of the party, so Sia decided to stop by there.

As she strut along the shopping windows she kept glancing at the masses which have gathered like zombies inside the huge complex of consumer oriented shops, she couldn’t help but notice a few looks and gazes meeting her. It was mostly males which kept staring, even the ones with girlfriends. Her pants really drew a lot of attention, but fortunately enough, she was met with a few stares of her own sex too. Some, who were a bit on the round side, looked a bit jealous, others had a bit of burning passion in their eyes and these looks made her feel even hotter. She was also aware that some people had a puzzled look on their face about what the slight dent on her left leg, which was the strap of her egg-shaped vibe, might be. Each new gaze made her pant slightly more. She thought it was just her unnatural walking pace, but soon she noticed that her inner thighs were gradually gathering moisture.

An opportunity

****First time poster. This is the first erotica I’ve attempted. I am open to suggestion and feedback. I’m always looking to improve. Sorry for any weird formatting. I hope you enjoy.

An opportunity presents itself. A moment alone without the eyes of others to notice the growing need between them.

Kat watched Thomas from across the room-taking all of him in. The length of his long limbs awakened desire within her. The way he moved, his dark hair, his swagger, that fucking 5 o’clock shadow she dreamed of scratching rhythmically between her thighs- God, she wanted him. She wanted to run her fingers along his smooth white skin and search his lean muscles to assuage every last bit of lingering tension from him. She could relieve him of anything, if he’d let her. She wanted to. And she knew he wanted her to.

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Finally out of the danger zone and into…

Graduation day was finally here and yet I was disappointed. Sitting in the sun for hours to spend 15 seconds on stage… wish they could’ve mailed it!

The only benefit was the angle I could see him from… from here I could see every smile play across his lips and every leg bounce of boredom. I let my mind run away as row after row of students went in front of me for their stage walk.

At last, just two more rows before my turn! Then I noticed him turn around. Our eyes locked for the briefest moment and he paused. He was looking for me. Waiting for my turn.
I rose with my row and let the wind catch my robe slightly in case he was looking.

I did the silly walk and exited stage left as scripted and performed by 1,000 others today. On my way back to my row I caught his eye again… but this time he rose. He found footing just past the row under his supervision and extended his arms in my direction. Braking formation, I nestled against his for a hug. A second was all that was allowable given the thousands watching but that single second felt like an hour as I memorized the feel of his body against mine. I waited for his breath to caress my neck when I realized he was holding it, also aware of the eyes on us. He released me and I rushed back into place.

Wanting him in charge 2/3 MF

“Please fuck me.. Hard.”
He wouldn’t have to be told twice.

My impending climax was only a moment from turning the corner when his fingers retreated from my embarrassingly wet pussy, denying me an orgasm that I wanted desperately.

I couldn’t believe how quickly his touch had seemingly turned me from a respectable member of society to a shameless slut, begging to be fucked on a table at a place of business.

My ruined orgasm had my mind in a haze of hormones as I watched him undo his fly, finishing what I had started. As his jeans and boxers slid down far enough to expose his cock, I was struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. The magnificent specimen of male endowment that I would later come to worship, at a glance looked like the business end of a baseball bat.

I didn’t say a word. The wide, mushroom like head felt like a red hot piece of iron as it pressed against my pussy. I could feel my wet lips begin to struggle to parse enough to let him in unencumbered. My short breathy whimpers must have been all the affirmation he needed.

The Locker Room (M/F, D/s)

I was walking through the university’s gymnasium—a nice shortcut between my office and the library—when I heard what sounded like moaning. It seemed to be coming from just beyond the girls’ locker room door. I pressed my palm against the swinging door, gently extending my fingers to push it open slightly. What I thought could be someone in pain I now recognized as the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. I slipped in.

I turned the initial corner to encounter the rows of slim lockers. If my memory was accurate, the cheer squad wrapped up practice recently. I walked slowly to the second row of lockers and saw her. She was sitting on the long, thin bench between the lockers, her back to me. But, I recognized the voice. It’s so strange to hear a voice you’re so accustomed to in another context—here, moaning, absorbed in pleasure. She was one of the more talkative students in my intro literature class. And here she was, still in her cheerleading uniform, her legs straddling the bench, spread wide so that she could touch herself, her head tilted forward and her long dark hair hanging in a loose pony tail.

The snowstorm

It had always been a strange experience living next to a Catholic girls boarding school with no neighbours around for at least 2 miles. It was a truly fucked up place with verbal and physical abuse where means of punishment were everything from beatings to house arrest to having to go without food. Some of the pupils always hung around on my dads land, as the windbreak protected them from the eyes of the staff.

I got to know a few of them very well over the years and let’s just say that living next to a bunch of sexually repressed teenagers of your age came with some benefits.

I was coppicing hazelnuts the day the snowstorm surprised all of us. The forecast had anticipated clear skies and temperatures slightly above freezing, but suddenly a wall of cold came over me and I saw another wall of snow following behind.

I turned off the chainsaw and went back inside to check the forecast. It now gave Desaster warning. 2 feet of snow over the next few hours, another 5 through the night and more the coming days. It was -18°C outside.

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[MFA] Help me improve my erotic writing, get custom stories!

Hello!

I am looking to get practice for my erotic writing. If you enjoy that sort of thing, I’d potentially love to work with you, and you’ll get some erotic short stories and I will get practice with critique and criticism.

I will post links to two of my stories on Reddit, so you can see if you like my style and approach. If you do, think of a custom scenario. It could be centered on a celebrity, in a fantasy or Sci fi setting or something completely different! The more diverse a range of ideas you can come up with, the better.

Ideally we would discuss one core idea per fortnight, and I’d write a 3k word maximum story for you based on that idea. Then you read it, and let me know how I could improve!

Im happy to work with men or women, if you are interested, let’s chat!

The Good Slut [MF] [Taboo] [Rough]

The music and laughter faded as I quickly walked down the hallway looking for a bathroom. Unzipping my pants and starting to pull my dick free I threw open the cracked door I figured was the bathroom. Rose sat on the toilet, legs spread wide with a hand furiously fingering her pussy while the other hand stretching out her nipple roughly. She didn’t stop with interruption, infact her eyes looked me up and down evaluating me. Before resting on my hand mid fishing my cock out of my jeans. She moaned as she bit her lower lip, tugging her nipple even harder.

Peaking my head down the hall, I assured no one was coming before softly closing the door. Rubbing the shaft of my stiffening cock, still in my jeans, I awkwardly walked over to Rose. I watched as she slowly pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy to slowly circle her clit. Her back arched as she massaged her breast, working them roughly and pulling her nipples hard. I felt precum leak into my underwear as I stroked myself harder. She stiffles a grunt as her fingers dive deep inside herself again, her eyes still locked on my jeans. She smiled as I pulled the erection free from it’s denim prison and slowly stroked my length.

Help Finding Story – College Student [F] Fucks Professor and Orgasms While Looking at Grade Book

Please help me find this story, I believe I read it on here or Literotica a while back.

The story is about a male college professor and his female student. The student is attracted to the professor, and is already doing well in his class, but she still has sex with him.

The only specific thing I remember is at one point in the story, the professor has her bent over his desk and he is fucking her, she sees the grade book and flips it open and sees she has the highest grade in the class and that pushes her over the edge and makes her cum.

Please, any and all help is appreciated!

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