Princess Chapter 3: Moving Out [Mf][DDlg][fsub][MDom]

I lead you out and into my car, pulling out into the quiet suburban streets. I reach over and drop the strap from your shoulder nearest me, pulling the top down below your breast.  You look around outside the car in surprise and embarrassment, but my fingers caressing and teasing your nipple soon make you forget, and just trust me.

I enjoy the feeling and the sounds you make for a while, taking care to keep to streets I know will be quiet, and planning a nice long route to your place. Sat still at some lights I pinch, waiting for them to change. I savour the look on your face, staring at me wide-eyed as it begins to become uncomfortable. When the light turns green I let go suddenly, dropping my hand between your legs and hitching your skirt up. You gasp and pant as blood rushes back into your nipple, biting your lip. I gently take your hand and move it to your pussy, nodding back as you look at me questioningly.

Princess Chapter 2: Next Morning [MFf][DDlg][fsub][MDom][cuckcake][humiliation]

You wake early the next morning to find yourself tucked into bed snugly, but I’m not there. You rub your eyes, sitting up to look around. The bed is large and warm, the blankets soft and fluffy, you can hear a shower running from an adjacent room, the door ajar.

You slide out of bed and peek through the door to see me rinsing off under the running water. Your hands slide down between your legs, & your soft moan gives you away. “Join me if you like, little one” I call out.

Blushing, but not wasting any time, you step under the water with me, my hands stroking down from your head to your bum, arms wrapping around you, holding you close. “Did you sleep well?”, I ask, tenderly.

You nod against my chest, “Yes Daddy, thank you”.

I lift your chin with a finger, softly kissing your lips. “Let’s clean you up”, I say softly, not because you need it – but because I want to.

I turn, moving you under the warm water, admiring the way it cascades down your young, smooth curves; my cock beginning to stiffen. I smile down at you, my hand reaching to rub the water through your hair – the other grabbing the shampoo bottle.

Hot for Teacher[MF]

This is a story that I wrote for someone, so it is completely fictional and the name is a fake one. But I wanted to share it with people because I think it’s pretty well written. Thanks. (;

It’s another day of work. Sometimes you question your decision to become a band teacher. You have always loved it, but sometimes the kids just make you want to leave and never look back. But you suck it up and step out of your car and head to the school. You walk into your office, ready to start the day off. You’re tired from the long night that you had and you’re ready for this day to be over. You would rather be anywhere but here. You noticed that your door was unlocked but you didn’t question it. You step in and start dropping your belongings off around your office. You don’t even notice the student sitting in your chair until she coughs. Your head snaps up to see one of your female students sitting in your chair. She’s got her legs propped up on your desk, giving you full view of everything under her skirt. You know its wrong, but you can’t stop staring. She’s not wearing panties giving you a full view of her little cunt. Its freshly shaved and you can see that its already moist. That’s when you tear your eyes away and blush. You shouldn’t be thinking this way of one of your students. She noticed your staring, untucked her shirt, and lifted her skirt up a bit. She was baiting you. You had to stay strong. You didn’t want to lose your job nor did you want to hurt this girl. You are much older than her and she doesn’t know what she’s doing yet.

Please can anyone help me with publishing my writing for free?

Hi all, I’ve seen a discussion here about the difficulties that the alt.sex.stories text repository is going through right now. This is giving me a bit of a headache, as I would very much like to publish my work there. Without going into the turgid odysey of my struggles, I have been unable to create an author account and post there. Most of the alternative sites I can find, literotica, BDSM library, storiesonline, nifty, all would not take my stories because of one restriction or another, usually to do with the age of the characters. Can anyone recommend a good place to put up my stories that more-or-less accepts all comers as ASSTR does? Of course any advice on how I might get an account created… or get the account I did create and lost back would be welcome. Have emailed the admins to no avail. As I say I know they have problems. Thank you in advance for any ideas.

Foxtrot by Moonlight Part IV(conclusion) [BDSM][Group][Cheat][paraplegic sex]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/739k30/foxtrot_by_moonlight_sologroupcheat/)

[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/73ljcd/foxtrot_by_moonlight_pt2_bdsmcheatgroupsmut/)

[Part III](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/75cjrz/foxtrot_by_moonlight_part_iii_cheatbdsmgroup/)

Time moved too quickly and not at all as each of the men took their turn with their prefered hole. Amidst the grunting and slapping of flesh and the gurgling and slurping of saliva there are voices around you carrying on conversations and laughing. Occasionally there is a changing of the guard as one or another man spends himself inside your throat or cunt. Hands mold you to their will in a half dozen positions on the chaise. Orgasm becomes a regular visitor to you as each new man handles you differently. Some try to learn how to get you off, others simply use you for themselves.

You remember being offered and taking water from the piggy on more than one occasion, but you can’t recall how many times or how much you drank. The feeling in your bladder tells you that it was enough. The man in your mouth ejaculates and once he is clear, you wave off the next penis and attempt to speak.

All activity around you halts as the group of men look at you expectantly and you struggle to form a sentence. After three tries you settle for a single word.

Poker Night [MF] [DD/lg]

The following is a work in progress and based on a fantasy my friend and I are working on making a reality.

I sat on the couch throwing glances at the clock every few seconds. I tried not to fidget too much, but my skirt wouldn’t seem to lie just right. At least the details of my skirt kept my mind off the pounding in my chest and the shaking in my hands. They should be here any minute, I thought. Daddy was in the next room setting up the table. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. I jumped up immediately but took a second to pause and make sure I was breathing right. They’re just daddy’s friends, I reminded myself. They know the rules.

On shaky legs, I made my way to the door and fumbled it open. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with three men I had never seen before. They seemed nice enough – not slobs or anything – but I could see and feel their eyes look me up and down. They lingered at places – on the cleavage my tight black crop top created, on my legs highlighted by my too-short skirt and high heels, and on my face, which I knew must have been bright red if the burning was any indication.

Escape From Mulholland Drive [Mf][BDSM][nc][anal insertion]

Maybe it was her adrenaline, maybe the discomfort of her body’s unnatural position, but Jenna emerged from unconsciousness to a drugged haze to see herself in a brick room filled with wine racks. Her jaw hurt from the rubber ball shoved in her mouth, held by leather straps across her tangled in her hair. Her hands yanked against the hard zip ties binding her wrists to rough iron table legs. Her stomach and breasts were squashed against cold glass and she moved her head from side to side to see that she was naked and splayed out spread eagle over a glass coffee table with wrought iron legs. Her tears smeared the glass beneath her face as she yanked at her bound ankles. They too were bound to table legs. Where was she? Given the dankness, the earthy smell, and bottles of wine, she could tell she was underground in a wine cellar with no idea if it was night or day or even what day it was.

“Sleeping beauty awakes.”

Dom meets shy sub

Part 1:
We had been talking for a while online also having a phone call every now-and-then when I was feeling like she deserved it. We discuss her needs and my expectations I learned that she only had one partner and has been single for just over a year. Her partner never fulfilled her he just gave her vanilla sex but what she really craved was to be owned, to be used and to be treated like the little whore she was but she never got the chance.

We met at a bar halfway between us I ordered her to wear a red short dress that went up to her arse bit could still get away with wearing in public. I also made her wear a sexy pair of panties “I haven’t got any sexy underwear” she said when I asked her, being so innocent and cute she had never got round to getting some lingerie “just wear your cutest pair and I’ll get you some in the future” I told her. “Get there for 7, not a minute after and not a minute before 7. Be there in the dot” I got there early to see if she would be on time and got myself and her a drink to calm her. “I’m nervous but so so excited sir” read a text message at 6:45. This was the final message she sent before I saw her.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 6

(Lucas)

Uneven whisks of heading-for-home traffic played in the background as we walked through the artsy alley, leaving the bar and the baggage that came with it behind. I had already paid the tab, and was not going to allow her another word about splitting the bill – both out of chivalry and practicality.

The brisk, windy night air rang the butterfly chimes overhung on a rustic, purposefully crooked café sign, and it was the perfect moment for me to warm her with a kiss. ‘Come here,’ I growled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her into me.

That shy smile didn’t escape my notice as I bit into her firm lip, releasing a naked moan that I inhaled with my ears. She was just putty, and it was obvious where this night was headed.

I couldn’t believe that his was the same woman that just minutes ago, was grabbing tissues from every table we passed on our way out to keep up with the tears. I was expecting to go into work tomorrow with bags under my eyes from consoling a crying client, and for a reason that I didn’t understand I was okay with that.