It’s Labor Day and you deserve a rest, lay in bed and let me start your day off right! It starts innocently enough — rubbing your neck and shoulders. My strong hands relaxing and soothing you as you roll your neck, enjoying a nice massage. After a few minutes, I nibble on your ear, whisper to you that my lips wouldn’t be up here too much longer. I tell you everything I’m going to do to you and kiss my way down and breathe in deeply while kissing all the way around your lips. I Kiss my way back up to your ear to whisper that I want to make sure you’re wet even before I get started. I ask you if you think you have some drip for me next time I made my way down there…Biting your ear and flicking my tongue against your earlobe gently while you answer my question..
I drag my tongue against your neck and then over your breasts as I go back down to your now wet pussy, and start at the bottom with a long lick that goes all the way to the top. I continue repeating long, high pressure licks from the bottom to the top that take about 10 seconds each. I start to moan and breath hard as I begin to french kiss your pussy lips one at a time, moving lip to lip bathing them with my lips and tongue. I drag my tongue over your clit as I work my way back to your ear to whisper “now I’m going to swallow everything you give to me.” I glide back down and gently slide two fingers inside of you and press the tips upwards firmly against your G-spot and begin massaging. With my other hand, I press down hard on your pubic area opposite my fingers that are deep in your pussy. I start lapping at your clit with a gentle french kiss. I build my speed up, flicking your throbbing clit with my tongue.
My moaning gets louder as I sense your coming orgasm, and I pump my fingers just a bit deeper and harder inside you against your G spot. My top hand rubs and pushes down on your pubis — fighting your bucking hips. I suck your clit all the way in my mouth and suck it deeper toward the back of my throat while I flick it with my tongue. As you cum I get as much of my mouth over your pussy as I can and swallow, your cum and your clit inching deeper toward my throat. I keep pumping my fingers as you release, only taking pressure off as you come down from your ecstasy. I slide my fingers out, look you in the eyes and lick them clean
I give your pussy a last kiss, and lay next to you, wondering what will happen next.
Category: eroticliterature
Helping Hand pt2 [Incest] [sisters] [romantic] [first time]
Long awaited sequel to Helping Hand
So there I was, kneeling between the legs of my little sister and so help me I was ready to fuck her. More than ready; eager. She was all I could see. All I could smell. The thought had been solidified and my body had just begin to follow suit when the inconceivable happened: our mother caught us undeniably in the act.
Now, I sat uncomfortably in the family room, on display for my crimes. I was on one end of a long cream colored couch. Carolyn, my “victim”, was seated at the opposite end, fuming. My head was down, focusing on anything but the eyes on me. I noticed my fingers were still pruney from fingering Carolyn, and felt the duel twinge of humiliation and arousal. *All this and that’s where your mind goes? What is wrong with you?*
I felt I would die at any moment from the disgrace, or by the hands of our mother who paced back and forth in front of us. In the few moments she had already been talking she made her point of view clear; I was older, I was sick, and I violated her babygirl. I was fucked.
Behind her, our father sat in his recliner, his face was dark and his gaze wouldn’t fall on either my sister or myself.
[MF] I am the only male employee and I have a beast in me
It’s been around 10 years that I’ve started to work in this small company full of women. 12 employees to be precise. I am the handyman here, I take care of furnitures, IT, surveillance… I provide everything my co-workers need to have the best working environment possible. It’s a blast since it is not a stressful job and working with all these women has its perks: they are all very kind with me, I feel privileged, I like to hear (and sometimes even spread) their gossips… And it’s always nice to be thanks with a bright honest smile.
My relations with my female co-workers were always professional. I’ve never had stories with any of them, except for some casual flirting here and there with single women of my age. And none of them has already tried something weird or creepy.
Until today…
Since the pandemic, the office is quiet empty. I am always here because I have to make sure everything is find there. I don’t really mind being there but it’s been a while since I’ve seen someone there. The place feels empty and a little sad now. We had to make a planning so that there are not to many people at the same time here. People could write their name on it the day the wanted to come. I usually never checked that planning to keep the excitement of discovering would be there each day.
It’s awkward, but it doesn’t last long [M/F]
I was getting our house ready to sell, and also selling all of our furniture, kids toys, and basically everything. I needed to pressure wash the driveway. I work with a guy that lives down the block, and we know each other well enough to borrow a pressure washer. I’m over at his house picking it up, and his wife is out in the garage with us. She is 5’4, at least 170lbs, chubby, she has this almost bowl style haircut, that always seems to be in her face. I have interacted with her before, and I have never once thought she is attractive. I can’t stand her voice, and she making this simple pressure washer pick up as difficult as can be. She gives a solid five minute tutorial on how to use it, freaks out because I have to take it apart to fit it in my car, and she is being a total bitch. She starts laying in to her husband about how he needs to pressure wash their driveway, but now he can’t because I’ll have it until who knows when. I try to deflect some this by thanking them, and mentioning that we are selling absolutely everything, and I will give them a great price on anything they want. This has the right effect, and she asks if she can come over now and have a look.
Paris
It’s a beautiful day. The light breeze is cool but comfortable on your skin. The sun’s warmth feels wonderful as a counterbalance upon your face.
You’re looking out across the garden that seems to extend as far as the eye can see. Your lovely sun dress moves gently, in the wind.
“It’s almost as lovely as you”. The voice startles you. It’s a man’s voice. One you recognize but you were so deep in thought. You’re a million miles away.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you heard me coming”. In a low voice, standing beside you, overlooking the garden.
“Versailles is amazing, no?” I ask.
A smile forms upon your lovely face.
“What were you thinking? Anything I should be concerned about?”
My question is a playful one.
“Only if we don’t make it to the top of the Eiffel Tower”. You turn to me and giggle a bit.
“We have time,” I reply. “This place is stunning. So ornate. So much hand crafted. So much history.”
“Did you see all you wanted to see or have you missed anything? Or do you want to take another look at anything?” I ask.
The Side Job
After finally being able to purchase a house for the first time and being able to get a great deal on a house particularly in that market and at that location. I considered myself to be quite lucky. But with any new house, there are things you are going to have to do. Especially knowing that this house was going to need alittle this & that and it was one of the reasons as to why the list price was as low as it was, but I figured that I could tackle it a few hours after work and on those Saturdays mornings when the weather was nice.
But I was going to need a few things and of course, some tools & building materials from the local hardware store. And for the first several weeks, things were going fine and I was making some good progress. Utilizing the warm weather, I took care of the roof and the gutters and downspouts, did as much of the foundation and waterproofing the basement as I could and did as much wiring and plumbing as I thought I could remember from my old high school shop classes that I manage by myself and the room painting and floor tiles weren’t too hard, either.
But like normal, I was going to need a few small things from the local hardware store and being a nice Saturday morning, now was a good time as any. I get there around 10, and the store was well underway with business. I was going to check out some wood working hand tools and maybe some wood stains for some of the wood trim and I see this nice woman also shopping in the store. Her hair just tossed up and held in with rubber bands, not much make up from what I could tell? Wearing a old loose fitting t shirt and nice, but old jeans and her ‘Swoosh’ running shoes. Trying not to notice and trying to focus on what color of wood stain to choose from, she comes up to me with, “Excuse me, do you know the difference between this or that?” Being nice, I point of the differences between the two items and having it be a matter of taste but there was just something about her that just blew my mind. Something you just couldn’t put your finger on it but you know it’s there, and then she comes back with, “Oh, while I still have you here, could you help me with this?” In such a nice sweet womanly but girl like tone that you just had to. I help her carry some of her painting and staining supplies over to the guy at the counter next to the cash register. And while waiting for her turn, we both lay out our purchases on the counter to be rung up. And afterwards, to be carried out to her car. I’m thinking to myself as we walk out to her car, what a nice ass that she has, she definitely can pass the old jeans test for sure, and I help her load everything into her car, a nice crossover type SUV and she turns to thank me and she sticks out her hand and introduces herself, ‘Janeen’ is her name, pretty I thought, well suited. She has nice classic facial features, almost like from one of those old grandmaster style oil paintings and her eyes had this type of gleem to them, almost like brown creamy sauce and a type of skin tone, be it environment or heritage and had a nice health glow to it and a classic figure that just seams timeless. And in brief conversation it seems like she’s re-doing her house over in the next neighborhood over from me, but since it just her & her girlfriend helping her out, there were a few things between the two of them that they could do themselves. Stuff like the lifting of some of the lumber and some pieces of plywood & sheet rock and the big 5 gallon cans of paint. Come to find out that the house had belong to a aunt of hers on her mother’s side and when she had passed away, she left her house, and she though that she could fix it up and live in and maybe rent it out if she could. But just listening to her talk, there was just something about her voice and her tone, too. Adult, educated, but almost childlike & slightly naive & still sexy all at the same time.
She had asked me would I mind if I could give her a hand with some of stuff already at her place that she & her girlfriend couldn’t lift or carry. So being a nice guy, and wanting to see more of this amazing woman, sure. I followed her over in my car behind hers.
Getting to her house. A nice single family little 3 room house not too much unlike my place. I help Janeen unload her car and carry what she had brought inside her house. Taking a nice look around and at Janeen without it being too obvious that I was checking her out. “Could I offer you something? Like a drink?” “Sure” I nicely answer back, “what do you have?” “Diet colas and fruit punch drink” She says, “fruit punch it is then” as we go into the kitchen as she gets the plastic cups from the cupboard over the sink and then over to the fridge for the drinks. Looking around the kitchen, the appliances and fixtures and cabinets looking from the mid 70’s I say. “You’ll have to excuse things” handing me my drink with a smile, “that’s alright,” taking the drink and taking a nice sip of the cold juice. “My aunt taught college and wasn’t much of a house person” Looking around, and could see what she had meant. Being polite, “getting such a house was a nice gift, nevertheless” “Yes, it was, I was shocked she had left it to me. Watching her take a drink of her fruit punch noticing her nice curved but nicely shaped lips for the first time. “She had a unique way of doing things,” Looking at Janeen and just knodding as saying “yes”. She tells me that she’s working on the house for the pass couple of months and it has been slow going. Her girlfriend can’t come as much because of her busy job and her kids and her sister lives out of state with her husband and her parents are down on in the Palmetto State beach coast as they can’t help as much and her brother is still serving overseas. So it just leaves her. Not married & no kids and working her way through academia for the arts & literature. Yeah, now seeing those school teacher like qualities in her, she ask me if I could help her out around the house a few nights a week and maybe for a couple hours on the weekends? Basically just being an extra set of feet & hands for her and her girlfriend when she can come. “Yeah, sure.” She did offer to pay me and being nice, I just took the money she agreed to pay just out of being nice than really needing it.
And that how it went for the first few weeks. Slow going with us working regularly jobs and only could spare a few hours a couple of hours a night and the Saturday mornings and afternoons and leaving Sundays as a light day to clean and tidy up and take it easy and rest. One day after cleaning up after doing to sheet rock repairs and plastering we both mutually called it a day and she ordered pizza from a pizza place that she knew of and told me that she had some nice French wine chilling in the fridge and looking into those eyes of hers, I couldn’t or wouldn’t say no. After the pizza had arrived and I had gotten the wine out of the fridge and opened it she made a place for us on the old sofa and coffee table in the living room. After taking a few bites of the pizza and a sip of the wine from the old wine glasses, Janeen decides to talk about why I never made a pass at her? Shocked & stunned, at first. I said, “it did cross my mind but, I didn’t want to be that sort of guy.” Laying back against the back of the sofa, she says, “I thought I was losing my touch, as she reaches for her hair knot to let her her down for the first time. Now seeing her big nipples under her t shirt and bra. Just watching silently, I just sit my wine glass down and lean towards her and with my right hand, go for her upper back and kiss her on the lips, the taste of the pizza and wine on her sweet breath, our tongues slowly swirling around in our mouths as my body pressed against hers. And after just kissing on the sofa. We both briefly stop and get up. She taking me by the hand into one of the bedrooms that was nearly finished but did have a clean made up bed in it. With just the nearly setting sun light and just the lamp light on the nightstand, I sit on the bed as Janeen slowly undresses, taking off her t shirt and tossing it on the floor and unbuttoning her jeans while I take off my shoes and undo my work jeans, she takes off her sneakers and I have my shirt already off, she has slipped her jeans off and I’m already on the bed with a super hard on in my tartan boxers. Janeen leans over me and kisses me while I use one hand to undue her back bra hooks and feel under her nice satiny, nylon panties. With her on top, and topless she’s slowly grinding herself right on me and the look on her face seemingly had also changed to almost like a whole other woman. Wild, impish and terribly sexy! Seeing her nice toned body in the old lamp light was truly something. Clawing at my chest like a wild animal, I grabs on her nice well formed and shaped tits with those very dark areolas and big, thick nipples. Feeling just how warm, firm and ripe they feel, surprisingly to be all natural as she leads towards me so I can bit & suck on hard nipples, cooing, ahhing and a few hisses as I nibble, lightly bit and suck on her nice nipples, the very taste of her skin was so delicious, I certainly wanted more. She pulls away just long enough to take of her nylon panties and seeing for the first time her nicely growing bush of dark brown pubes. Looking so soft and furry as I by now have my tartan boxers, off and the look on her face and that tiny, little spark in her eye and beautiful smiling teeth as she looks onto my thick, throbbing hard cock as she turn herself around going from her back to my front in a 69 type position, seeing her nice well shaped and firm ass getting closer to my face as she has grabbed my cock in one of her hands and stroking it as she puts in in her mouth as I start to lick and taste her hairy, meaty, moist pussy!
Please (Public, Submissive, fantasy, Fingering, Voyeur, Exhibitionist, CNC, dirty talk, verbal humiliation)
(Hastily written personal fantasy. I’m sure there will be mistakes! Please ignore and enjoy anyway, if this is your type of fun. F submissive, m dom. Will you slip your finger between my wet lips?)
I’ve been horny for days, and it’s finally clouded my better judgment. In my desperation for sexual fulfillment, I’ve boarded this train by myself. I’m not looking for a relationship or any sort of commitment.
I’m not wearing any underwear. My skirt is just short enough to reveal my smooth, soft lips if I bend a certain way or left my skirt ride up my thighs. It’s my way of begging to be touched.
Please, please.. I need to feel thick fingers slowly slide between my wet lips. I’ll gasp out of shock, but I want it. I’ll bite my lip and spread my knees just an inch or two to encourage you, but I won’t say a word or make eye contact. I’ll let you feel my pussy.
I’m so wet. I tilt my hips to give you better access and glance around to see if anyone has noticed that you’ve got your hand up my skirt. Yes, there, behind me – next to you – two men are staring where you hand has slipped under my skirt.
Rub and Tug [M/F]
The name of the establishment is Royal Hot Stone, I have some experience with massages, this is going to go smoothly.
I had driven by the place already, not a bad neighborhood. I wouldn’t hang out there after dark, but the place is open from 10 to 10, so I went during daylight hours. I chose daylight hours because I figured it wouldn’t be as busy. I think of the sex industry as being a night time enterprise. Respectable people conduct their business during the day.
It’s in a strip mall. The store front is all glass, just like every strip mall store front. This one, however, has covered the glass completely with what appeared to be contact paper. The stuff one would cover their cupboards with. The workmanship was shoddy, lots of air bubbles. The signage, all neon, was not impressive during the day. A few statements got my attention: Walk Ins Welcome; CASH Only; Asian Spa. This must be the place.
The entryway, just like every store at a strip mall you have ever been to, was a set of double glass doors. The doors were covered, not with the same contact paper as the windows, but with posters of dragons.
Almost caught by my girlfriend’s mom [MF]
My college girlfriend was a little plump, but nicely proportioned. She had the cutest pink nipples on her perky tits. She had blonde frosted hair about shoulder length and green eyes. One time during foreplay I ripped a hole in her pajama pants so they were in effect crotchless, for easy access. This came in handy when we would have sex in her basement while the family was upstairs.
We would often have sex on the pullout coach in her basement. We just finished fucking and my girlfriend had to pee. So, she went to the laundry room and squatted over the sink to relieve herself. I would get so turned on watching her do this that sometimes I would jack off and shoot my load on her while she urinated.
While she was peeing, I heard her mom walking down the steps. I was naked except for the condom that was still on my cock. I managed to pull the covers up to my chest before she reached the sofa. She sat down and asked if we wanted anything to eat. I said no thanks, but she continued to make small talk until my girlfriend walked back in the room. My girlfriend finally got her mom to go back upstairs. We both noticed there was a huge wet spot from our activities about six inches from where her mom sat. I’m not sure if she saw or felt it, but she obviously knew what she walked in on. I made my girlfriend remove the condom and clean up my cock with her mouth.
An evening out with my submissive. [M/F]
She was excited about what I had planned for her this weekend. Over the past few years I have been slowly teaching and guiding my new wife into my lifestyle of BDSM. We’ve only been together a little over 4 years now, and when we met she was just out of a failed marriage filled with nothing but vanilla sex. I started out slow with her, nothing too hard or rough, but enough to make her ask and want more.
Over the last 4 years I spent hours giving her instructions on what I like and how I enjoy things. I made her read up and the Dom and Sub relationship and she quickly fell right into place. She admitted that she had never done the things we do with anyone. She feels she has finally found her place in life as my Sub.
The weekend started out with a nice dinner out. I told her to dress sexy and wear something very revealing. She knows I like it when she doesn’t wear panties and a sheer bra or no bra at all. She had on a top that clearly showed off her large breast but just enough to hide the nipples. She had on a summer dress of sorts and some very sexy heels. I Took her to a place that had a live band and I had already worked it out to sit in the back corner area as it had less lighting than the other tables.