The drums started the beat with a heavy thump with the base guitar sliding in. Clarissa listened as though her own soul was standing right in the middle of the music. Running her hand down her jaw line till the thumb was fully stretched out. Slamming her head forward to the beat no longer having any control over her hand. Hooking her cheery red lips as it started to sink. Clarissa’s nipples becum hard from the beat of the drum. Throwing her head forward again as her hair cascade’s forward, thrusting her head back as the claw where gripping her throat. Letting out a sinful grown, “Ooooh..” dragging the moan out. Each heartbeat she was finding it hard to breath cuz her hand grip was driving her to the first orgasm. Leaning her head back, feeling the hand sinfully slow start to sink down. Thrusting her hips forward and back with unbridled passion. Collapsing on the bed butt the beat remained. Pumping up with her pelvis while her hands started to tease each of her triple S’s. Gripping her tits, squeezing with all her might while her legs braced for the thrusting. Ending still at a angle, shift of her hands, the right gripping her left tit, the left ready to pump her little fuck hole as the base guitar returned to the beat. One, two, three pumps, her pussy wanted more butt so did her mouth. Sucking the twin digits till they would no longer reach any further down her throat. Spitting on her hand as it drifted down her body still rocking along with the beat. “Ooooh yesss..” once again dragging the moan out as a triple finger pounding slammed into her elevated cunt. “Oooohmifuck” rocked her vocal cords as the orgasm struck hard, her body still jiving along with the beat. The grip on her tit was no longer doing it, grazing the nipple, catching it even though it wasn’t fully hard yet. Pulling until her tit was fully stretched out. The pain was ecstasy at this point as her cunt creamed hard. Rotating, spasming, revolting as it locked the three in. Ripping her fingers out, trying like hell to swallow them as her cum dripped from each. Spanking her own tit just added pain butt pain is what turned her on, “Ooo.. ..sss” both hands each took a grip and squeezed on her throat. Imploding in on herself Clarissa laid there motionless. Thump, thump, thump started once again from her Vibralink along with her hips. The minor spasms of her hips quickly grew into heavy petting. The grown, “Mmm.. Mmmm… Mmmmmmmmm….” Clarissa’s legs spread wide as the minor orgasm was becuming more pronounced, “Oh fuck.. Ooh fuckkk… Oooh yesss fuckkkkkk….” Pulling on her lip butt that was as far as she knew. Biting her knee, tits squeezed in between her legs butt still her pussy was still convulsing. Her cunt thrust up, her fingers banging down hard on her slit. “Ooo.. I can’t.. (hard breathing) yes I must.. (stretching the last two letters out trying to prevent her ultimate devise) yes, yesss, yesssssssss (finally surrendering to what her body has been craving) Ooo..” feeling something that was not there this whole time. A tongue!!! Drilling her darkest desire, spreading her ass cheeks. “Yesssssssss, fuckkking yesssssssss.. Ooo Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh” bottoming out her triple fingers as her cunt clamped around them forcing them forward against her g-spot. Cum erupted from Clarissa’s clit soaking her hand and coating her pussy and ass. All this did was cause the ‘ass’assin to plunge deeper. “Ye.. y..s (short shallow breaths started to finally show) Ooooh fuck Mmmmmmmmm.. (Clarissa’s last short breath dissipated as the final cuming began) OooOoooOoooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooOoooOoooo..”
Licking her lips, licking Clarissa’s lips A’drea only had one question, “Tell that artist to send you more tunes..” if anything her sexual drive rivaled Clarissa’s. Now pinning Clarissa to the bed, “Who is it so I know what to get you for the Great Orgy?” Only a cunts hair away from her lips, “My boy toy, Mr. X baby” pressing their lips together for a great orgasm kiss.
Category: Erotica
My Neighbourhood bitch
My family is a rich traditional Hindu family. There is a small house near to our’s. In olden times, people in Kerala used to take bath in a 4-side covered closet (mara – in malayalam). There was one such bathroom for the family living in that small house. It is covered with asbestos on three sides and the boundary wall of our’s is its 4th covering.
Once I was playing with by pet dog, i climbed the window t take a ball from the top of the bureau, which is near to window. I heard some water dripping noise from outside, I peeped to that direction. I saw the most beautiful scene in my life; the lady of that small house named Jalaja (name changed) aged nearly 32
(at that time) applying soap all around her big boobs. She is so cute looking, fair and a big 38 size boobs. I got scared by seeing that scene. My lips and mouth got dried up, suddenly I climbed down. But I noticed that I got a huge bulge when I saw that scene. I din got sleep that night. The scene was keep on coming in my mind.
The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 4
All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!
**P.S.** the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrn9si/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrna8m/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrnb7n/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*
**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover*
**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*
**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*
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He tossed Kate’s shorts back to the floor, damp and soaked now after he used them as a makeshift rag to wipe down Kate’s legs and his own cum that was leaking out of her pussy as she slept peacefully. He stroked her beautiful brown hair gently with his right hand as he had laid her down with her head against her pillow and curled her legs up for her. He took a moment to admire her beauty, the light freckles on her face above her cheeks and how adorable she looked as she slept.
The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 3
All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!
**P.S.** the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrn9si/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrna8m/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*
**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover*
**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*
**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*
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Jack’s face, her feet, his hands around her ankles, and her naked legs spread wide. This was all that Kate could see as she looked up. She had her arms laid on the bed above her head, still recovering from the last explosive orgasm that Jack forced her to have. She certainly wasn’t complaining about him at this point, but staring up at him with that confident look on his face only confirmed that his ego was stroked nicely. However, Kate even came to regard this position of just laying on display in front of him as comfortable for her and it made her feel even more sexy now.
The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 2
All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!
**P.S.** the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nrn9si/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*
**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover*
**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*
**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*
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Kate stared into the short hallway and watched her sofa fade away as her body bobbed up and down, her butt cheeks resting in Jack’s palms as her feet dangled, suspended in the air and her arms had naturally wrapped around the back of his neck and shoulder area. She came to her senses and remembered that she was being carried into her own bedroom by a guy she pretty much hates. Kate was not used to this type of treatment and level of attention. Her sexual encounters with past boyfriends were so……vanilla, and being carried was certainly not something that she would’ve approved of or permitted. For some reason, she found herself speechless when it happened now though.
The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 1
All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!
**P.S.** the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.
Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*
**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover*
**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*
**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*
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***Knock knock***
Kate popped up from the sofa, adjusting her tee and shorts from lounging around in wait. She walked along the cool carpet of her apartment floor, barefoot towards her front door to answer it.
“Finally” she muttered.
Kate opened the door and frowned at Jack, who just stood there expectantly. Realizing that the awkward tension needed to be broken, she motioned for him to come in.
My first girlfriend strips… (ex, stripper, back room)
Lilly shut the heavy curtain in the back room of the club, having pulled me into one of the open booths. I looked at my wrist, the orange band cost me $10 to get back here. I could hear other patrons getting … well, it didn’t all sound like dances. Lilly looked up at me, even in those crazy heels I was taller, her red hair coming up to my eye level.
“You were not this tall back than”, she said, gently pushing me on to the padded bench.
Placing knees to either side of me, she took off the bra she had been wearing, leaving on a choker, gloves, a small thong and fishnet stockings. She let her body rest more on my upper thighs than my lap putting both arms around my neck, giving me a tight hug.
“Ugh, I hate to be a downer, but I don’t have much mon-“ I started to say, before being interrupted.
“No. No no no. It’s fine. No cost. Seeing you brought up some good memories. And since we kind of fell out of touch, it’s my way of seeing what’s been up with you.”
How could I not? [M/F] [CNC] [Teasing] [Abuse]
He’d been in a rather deep sleep that morning, so much so that he’d missed her trying to wake him and in return, he’d missed the chance to spend some quality time with her before work. It didn’t take long for him to wake up when he did, there was laying around like usual as he did when she was there, instead he pushed out of her bed and went searching for something he always required in the morning to wake up, a warm shower.
After the shower and drying himself off he got changed in her room, his vibrant blue eyes scanning over her drawers and other items, the temptation to look through them barely being held at bay at the moment. No, he’d wait till some other time to go through her things, to search through her intimate items and he’d make sure she was there to watch him do it; it’d be one of those weird fucked up bonding moments, or at least so he thought.
A Morning Jog [Rape][Free-use]
This is a piece I wrote in the world of u/freeuseistherightway. Unfortunately, I am no longer a part of that group, but I didn’t want to lose my work after deleting my alt account. A choice I made for my own mental health after some drama in that group. Anyways, please enjoy, though unfortunately the planned second part has been cancelled due to the afore mentioned drama.
I will continue writing on my own, and doing other things on the internet, so consider joining my [Discord](https://discord.gg/8QArM3TyZR)
Amber woke up early, she’d only had a few hours of sleep after the New Years celebrations, but her routine waited for no one, not even herself. She got out of bed and got ready for her morning jog, quiet so as not to wake her parents down the hall. The morning air was crisp and cool, but she knew that after a minute or so of jogging that she’d be warm enough. She pulled on a nice snug pair of leggings and some shorts over top. Somewhat self conscious of people looking at her, she always wore a tee over her sports bra, but today she added a light jacket for the cold. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and checked the clock. 5:47. There was supposed to be some sort of announcement from the government this morning at six, but she was late for her jog, she could read it later.
Losing It – Part 4 [FF][Dickgirl/Futanari][Oral][Anal]
^﴾Content: ^18+, ^anal ^sex, ^big ^dicks, ^bullying, ^cum ^in ^hair, ^cum ^in ^mouth, ^edging, ^excessive ^cum, ^cum ^inflation ^(light), ^girls ^with ^dicks, ^risk ^of ^pregnancy, ^multiple ^orgasms, ^oral ^sex ^[cunnilingus], ^oral ^sex ^[fellatio], ^orgasm ^denial, ^rough ^sex, ^shower ^sex, ^vaginal ^sex, ^virgin, ^masturbation, ^cum ^inside/creampie﴿
## Chapter 4⸻Cummies Or Whatever
You know what I love about anal? Like, vaginas are made to fuck. Literally. The coochie wants things inside, and she does her best to be an inviting and gracious host. The booty doesn’t. It squeezes, it pushes, it spasms… but eventually? It surrenders. That’s when you can start **really** fucking.
It’s a refined, layered experience that takes time to master and appreciate. The sounds they make when you slide it in are pure artistry. And like, don’t take me for some needle dick frat boy, okay? I’m not into “painal” or whatever all the budding serial killers are calling it when you’re bad at sex now.
Screams of pain are so… artless. Basic, even. Enjoying them is the equivalent of a chef who enjoys hearing their food sucks. It’s emotional masochism, only slightly less pathetic than people who pay to get their tiny dick bullied.