The slumbering roommate. (M/F)

My roommate was parked behind me, having come home really late and not having anywhere else to park. It was early, and unfortunately I needed to wake her up to get her to move so I could leave for work. I decided to wake her up real early before I needed to leave, to give her time. I knocked on her door but got no answer. “Sera?” I called, but still got nothing.

I slightly opened the door and called out again, but still nothing. I pushed it open all the way, and then stopped to stare. She was home alright, but totally passed out on her bed, deeply asleep. From the look of the three empty beer bottles beside her bed, she’d obviously kept the party going even after she got home, and was probably still drunk and passed out. But that’s not what got me staring: she was naked at least from the waste up, on her back, with the blanket only covering her from the waist down. He small breasts looked perfect, nipples already erect from the chilly morning air, her chest rising slightly with every breath.

Toilet Slave for my Boss

If your preference is towards males please [read this version instead](https://fetlife.com/users/6683894/posts/7253969)

Over the past few days, I have found myself in quite a strange situation. Every time I feel the need to use the bathroom, I have to ask my boss “May I please use the restroom Mistress?” Otherwise, she won’t let me go.

One afternoon I need to ask for her permission again, so I walk over to her office. I push on the door handle, but much to my annoyance, it doesn’t budge. I glance both ways before putting my ear up to the wood. It’s hard to hear what’s going on, if I had to guess I’d say she was arguing on the phone. I sigh and leave, pacing around the office doing menial tasks as I get increasingly more desperate. 

Half an hour later, I’m suddenly not sure I can wait any longer. I sent her an email some time ago, yet I received no response. I’m completely unable to sit or stand still, and worse yet, the pain in my bladder is becoming overwhelmingly unbearable. I grit my teeth and decide to head towards the hallway door. I hold my phone to my ear, pretending to be on a call as I wait outside the staff bathroom. After a few minutes, a co-worker holds their card to the reader and enters the restroom, so I slip in behind them to use one of the stalls. After I’m finished I come back to my desk to see a reply to the email I sent earlier. 

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Hypocritical Friend [MFF] [Cheating] [Maledom]

She was laying on the floor, her face cold against it. Her hair pulled as he was ready to ram inside her. “I shouldn’t do this” she said to herself. “This is the last time”, she thought. She knew she was lying. She always came back. He didn’t even need to chase her, just wait. Wait for her desperation. Wait for her hypocrisy. For her guilt. He didn’t really wait, he just found someone else to have fun while she was convncing herself that everything she did for him was beneath her. That she didn’t love everything he did to her. That she was more than just a girl who always gets carried and can’t think straight when she’s full of lust.

The Caretaker [F]

The chair creaked when she rocked backwards. The floorboards had begun to dimple, a memoir of the time spent working through the night and into the morning light.

She took a seat and pulled herself to the place where she had left so much of herself. The quiet nights, teardrops kissing the red of the mahogany, wondering where the reprieve would come from. The moments where the world never found focus, thoughts like fireworks, blooming across the page for an audience that did not yet exist.

Her nipples grew hard from the midnight chill, a draft she always welcomed with open legs.

“Oh, what the hell. I’ve earned it.”

This is the place she found power. A note in hand to validate every moment spent in this room…she is now *the* boss.

It wasn’t like her to turn the lights down, but she was going to give in to the unrelenting pounding growing within her.

These walls could talk. Loudly. What once was mentorship has become companionship. This is where she learned herself. Discipline. Drive. Determination. Destruction. Desire. When the only movement left is the movement in your control, you become an extension of your surrounding, not just a moment.

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The Good Friend [FWB, M20F19, Femdom] part 4

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0gtee/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0gtee/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Last Part: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o24x4z/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19_femdom_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o24x4z/the_good_friend_fwb_m20f19_femdom_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Thomas’s cock was trapped. He was constantly horny during the day so that didn’t help his case as the cage around his dick bit into his skin as his member tried to expand. During the day he would take multiple bathroom breaks to pathetically glare at his cock and wonder what he could do to remove the cage without the key. He didn’t want to hurt his dick.

Jenna did not make things easy. She would send him snaps of her wearing her sexy outfit and have her boobs on display under the tight shirt. She would pose and blow him kisses. Sometimes her snaps would end in 3 seconds before he could even ogle enough to be satisfying but enough to send jolts of pleasure and then pain through his desperate cock.

Her texts were decisive.

Jenna: Wanna go grab some food.

Thomas: Yeah sure

Jenna: How’s your day going?

Thomas: Really hard with the…you know…thing.

Jenna: be a good boy and you’ll earn your release.

Thomas: I will!

Fucking His Father [M/M, anthro/furry, anal, first time, virgin, gentle sex, topping from the bottom, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A stallion and his son are best placed together for some father and son fun…

As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words – please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!

It wasn’t how Cody imagined his first time would be, even though he had, to be fair, left it a little later than he “should” have done. Balls-deep in his father’s backside, he grunted, the young stud in his early twenties trembling with barely restrained need. Yet it was that very need that had kept him from plunging his pale pink length into anyone for such a long time, even though he had wanted to.

Him and his father, Ken, both boasted the same cremello coats – like an albino but not true to the lack of pigment, with a pink nose and delicate features enhanced by the very pale cream of their coats. Even their eyes were lighter, a tasteful blue, their manes spilling down their necks. Oh, they were both the envy of the mares, fine and strong without being overly muscled, yet Cody had not wanted to push into any of them.

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Graduation Night

I fidgeted with my phone nervously waiting for him to text back. Senior year was a fucking blur, but the still point in the world was the 90 minutes a day I got to spend with Mr. Harris. He was a perfect gentleman, married, kind, coached track so fit as fuck, and I know what I did was wrong but a girl has to shoot her shot.

He never even made me feel like I had a shot, well at least not until a few weeks ago. I don’t know. My mind raced through every interaction parsing his notes for meaning. His praise, and laughter, a delicate hand on the lower back. Was it something or was it the obsession of a fatherless girl.

Before school let out there was a ride home where he softly hummed the Police and I giggled nervously at the song while I felt my nipples get stiff in my bralette. They strained through the delicate fabric of my dress and I ran the back of my hand across my breast and bit my lip, wishing it was his hands sending the electric bolt through me. It started to rain and he sat with me in my driveway discussing how corny Sting had become. This is where I knew he had to feel something too.

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Sleeping With The Enemy (The Conclusion)

Elena kissed Antonio. Placing her hand upon his cheek.

“I’m sorry my dear. You can not go where we are going. It’s for the best.” He said in a low tone.

His gaze shifted to view the associates as they forced Charlie Duran up and dragged him towards a large steel door.

With the press of a button, the large solidly constructed gate rumbled to life and retracted to reveal a lengthy corridor.

As Antonio turned to head for the tunnel, he stopped to face Elena and gave her final instructions. His ability to turn from passionate lover to stone cold businessman was uncanny.

“Get dressed. My men will take you home. Your suffering is over.”

Elena. The Maid. The Intern. Countless others. Their suffering at the hands of Charlie Duran would finally be over once and for all.

For all these years he had used power and prestigious exploits to dominate others at their expense and wellbeing; now the sins of the father had come home to roost.

With a final kiss, Antonio Geist departed from Elena and into the depths of the corridor.

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Naughty Bridal party part 10

Like the guys before them, Mike and Les had wondered if this was just an elaborate practical joke. When they entered the bedroom, the sight of the naked bride, hot and horny, quashed any idea that it was a joke.

Malena heard them, and growled, “Oh yes, get over here, and give me a hot double fuck, I want you to stuff my ass and my pussy!”

Mike and Les figured out the best way to take her in a DP would be to release Malena from her restraints, so they freed her body, she left her blindfold in place, and Les lay down on the bed.

Knowing that she would not recognize their voices, Les said, “My hard cock’s all ready for you baby, climb aboard.”

Malena was able to take position, and she quickly squatted over Les, she felt him positioning his cock head, and she pushed down hard. Their matching grunts of pleasure blended as she rammed down, burying all 8 inches in one single downward thrust. She leaned forward, her ass upthrust, the hands of her pussy fucker grasped her cheeks and pulled them apart, ready to be filled. She felt a slick finger sliding a dollop of lube against her ass, mmmm, oh yeah, she wiggled her ass, inviting the anonymous cock to stuff her.

Best friends wedding shag (a fantasy)

My best friend is having a wedding this weekend. Now this is more of a fantasy than anything, but let’s imagine for a second everything is going well at the front of the church, except I’m missing, and one of the bridesmaids is also missing. You’ll me busy pumping my big dick on her soft most pussy as I bend her over, in the bathrooms with her dress hiked up around her waist. My huge cock is making her dumb while I thrust into her again and again. She can feel out in her womb as the shaking orgasm overcomes her petite body.

That’s such a hot thought. How fiancé is only 23 so all her friends would also be 23ish,and I know from seeing pictures of them that they’re all quite petite.. I on the other hand am a big, tall man so the size difference will be good..
That tight, wet twat will cream on the 8″+ dick on packing. I can just imagine how it’ll quiver as she cums again and again.