Was this weird? Yeah, definitely. Could I get arrested? Probably. I stopped in my tracks in the middle of the busy airport, bag in one hand, and considered for a moment. I managed to switch off from the hustle and bustle of the arrivals lounge in order to think.
At every stage of this trip, I had stopped and turned around to head back. There was no way this was a good idea. I’d start to head back then stop and have the reverse thought process. She’d love it, what a surprise. It would be such a turn on, so unexpected. Then I’d turn to head on towards the journey I’d convinced myself I needed to make.
This battle with anxiety and doubt continued in my head, but somehow I was pressing on, and almost on autopilot, I’d ended up in a Boston taxi heading for the city centre. I watched out of the window and was fascinated by little differences with home. Strange green and yellow tourist buses and a bridge suspended by what looked like wishbones. I was dropped off on the edge of Boston Common and became captivated by a beautiful building with a golden dome called the Massachusetts State House. I was really here. I was really doing this.
From my correspondence with her, the woman I was trying to meet would be taking her folks to the Emerson Colonial Theatre tonight. I had seen her pictures and would have to find her in the crowd. Again, panic set in. No, this was weird, what reaction was I expecting? She was married, we’d only chatted online. Jesus, what was I doing here? I’d seen weirdoes like me in films. This was crazy.
I was staying in a nearby hotel but had wanted to walk in the park for a while to try and convince myself I was right to be doing this. I couldn’t. I went to the hotel and checked in. The performance was at 8 pm, doors at 7:30 pm so I’d need to be around the door from 7:00 pm. I had bought a ticket, way up in the gods, so I could at least clutch this as I waited outside to blend in a little.
The time flew by that afternoon as I sat in my hotel room nervously. I made my way to the theatre for 7:00 pm.
I was the first and only one there apart from staff going in and out. I’d bought myself some tobacco to keep me company, and seemed to be chain smoking. The first people started milling around from 7:15 pm. I had to shuffle to the side more so I didn’t look like I was collecting tickets, and sneakily kept a check on all the people hovering and going in.
At about half-past seven there were quite a few people outside chatting. It was getting harder to see everyone. Just then an elderly lady asked me for a light. I needed to focus, so I reached in my pocket for my lighter whilst still watching at the door. The lady started up a conversation whilst she waited for me. I checked my other pocket but still kept my eyes fixed on the door, I felt it and without looking at her I held it towards her. I think I nearly poked in the eye as she said, “careful sweetie.” I looked at her and realised I had my lighter in her face. I snapped out of my obsessive nature apologised at her, and chatted with her.
“Good luck,” she said as she finished her cigarette and walked into the theatre. It felt a slight relief that after disseminating my story to her she hadn’t accused me of being a freak or a stalker. It was a couple of minutes to 8:00 pm and the last of the punters outside made their way in. I’d missed them. I’d have to wait until the end. Harder to spot with everyone leaving at the same time. Damn.
I turned to head in when I heard a car pull up across the road, its doors frantically opened and the murmur of people who were late emanated. The car doors slammed shut followed by the sound of hurried footsteps crossing the road. I slowly made my way inside the theatre towards the counter, my eyes firmly in front, but my ears listening to the conversation behind me. It was a woman and her parents.
I sneaked a glance in the window of the door and couldn’t believe my luck. Hurriedly heading towards the theatre was an older man and woman, and alongside them, also hurrying but trying at the same time to put the last of her high heels on, it was her. I beamed, but at no point turned around. She was literally metres away from me, and she had no idea she was metres from me. I reached the ticket booth and their voices got louder as they reached it and waited behind me. There was friendly blame being attributed to who had made them late. It sounded like she was the peacekeeper. That made me smile.
I made my way quickly upstairs and leaned over the edge of the balcony so I could look down and see them enter the auditorium. Her they came. I saw her showing her parents to their seats and then sitting alongside them. It was the first time this evening where I could see her without panicking. She wore a really smart black dress, just below knee length, smooth arms on show. She looked so classy, with her little black handbag, she wouldn’t have looked out of place at a high-class awards ceremony.
I became very content, watching her from above, and my worries seemed to wash away. I hadn’t watched the performance. My eyes had been on her the whole time. In truth, I couldn’t tell you what had happened. The interval had been and gone, and because they didn’t leave nor did I. The time flew by, but I was just transfixed on her the whole time.
I seemed to snap out of her hypnotic lure when the audience began to applaud the end of the show. I saw them get ready to leave as people filed out, so made my way downstairs and out of the theatre. I saw the three of them crossing the road towards her car and so ran up the street to a line of taxis. I jumped in the one at the head of the queue.
It was like the films, when I asked the taxi driver to, “follow that car.” What they don’t show you in the films were all the questions he asked me whilst we drove. I made up some bullshit about how the woman in the car’s parents hated me, and that the only way we could hook up was if I waited for them to go home. This seemed to appease him.
Moments later she parked up outside a row of houses and she walked them to their door. Kisses were exchanged and she headed back to her car. I gave the driver his money and headed to her car also. I waited for her to get in before I knocked on the window. She wound it down.
I knew it was corny, but said, “Excuse me, you wouldn’t be able to give me a lift. I’m from out of town?” She didn’t recognise me, and before things turned weird I added, “I’ve come over from Cardiff in the UK, I’m looking for a sexy pen pal of mine so I can say hi.” The look of realisation came upon her face.
Her eyes and mouth opened at the same time. “Terry?”
I smiled, hoping this would put her at ease. Fortunately, it did. She broke into a shocked smile. Thankfully she was receiving me with the intention I had hoped. She couldn’t believe I’d done this on a whim. She was pleased and found it really funny that I was here. She urged me to get in and that we should go for a drink so we could chat. I was so happy. So happy that I was here with her, and that she was happy also.
We stopped at a bar and had a really good chat. I had a couple of beers, but was so jet-lagged that I made them last. Instead, I bought her what she wanted and she was merrily tipsy. I hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. We spoke about what we knew about each other and how this had never been on the cards. She said she was excited for us to have some fun over the few days I was here. I was so relieved. All that worry about how she would receive me was wasted. I should have known her better. She was just as laid back as she was when I’d been emailing with her.
I explained I was jetlagged and would have to call it a night tonight. We left the bar. She had had a few drinks and insisted I drive, rather than her taxi herself home. I explained I hadn’t driven an automatic, but she seemed game for a laugh and said I should experience it. I asked her if I was taking her home. She said yes, but first I should take her for a drive around so that I could enjoy Boston at night.
In the car, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her legs. I placed my hand on her knee just below the hem of her dress. She tensed up, but as I looked at her face, it wasn’t a negative response, more an excited response. I continued with the usual manoeuvre’s inside the vehicle whilst I slowly slid my hand up further, taking the dress up with my hand as I did. I stopped on her thigh, as if to check that she wished me to continue. She slowly parted your legs, and I knew that she wanted this.
As I slid my hand up further I caught the feint and subtle murmurs of enjoyment from her mouth, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her turn to look out of the window. This turned me on, I could feel myself growing in my trousers. We were on the highway in no time. My hand reached her panties and I hooked my fingers inside. She was wet already. She grabbed my hand, placed it on my leg and then managed to wriggle out of her panties without moving from the seat.
She then grabbed my hand and placed it back where it had been. My fingers glided along the folds of her exposed pussy, under the hood, around the clit, circling in a sensual manner. As she began to wriggle gently, I moved my hand to the base of her pussy, where it was wetter. My fingers flicked through her fleshy lips and pressed against her hole. I pressed my finger against her and her pussy literally began to suck my finger in.
Slowly I could feel it disappearing into this warm, wet opening, as she continued to gently move her hips. I began to move my finger in and out, and added a further two fingers. To accommodate them she really pushed down whilst they slowly slid inside her up to my knuckles. At this stage, I was fully erect but was managing to focus on the road.
She groaned as she raised and lowered her hips on to my fingers, fucking herself in the car seat. It wasn’t long before she came, a wonderful sound and feel of a shudder on my hand as she clasped her legs tightly around my hand. Fuck that felt good.
I removed my hand. She grabbed it and licked my fingers. My cock tried to get harder but it just couldn’t. She had devilment in her eyes. She reached over and began to unzip my trousers. I focussed on the road but let out a few curse words as her hand made contact with me because my cock was so desperate for some action.
The noise of my zipper sliding down seemed to be in slow motion and I wriggled in anticipation. Who could have imagined that a sound could be so sensual? Then her fingers slowly reached inside my flies and gently searched for the opening in my boxers. Once she found it and reached inside, my cock almost jumped to attention, now it was free. Here I was, driving down the highway to who knows where, my cock fully erect sticking out of my trousers, whilst a beautiful woman gazed down at it with intent.
My eyes didn’t leave the road for a second but my mind was completely on the goings on inside the car. I could see her head slowly move above my cock. There was a bit of precum on the head of it and I felt her tongue stretching down and licking it off in one accurate movement, like a fine paintbrush. This was so teasing, but fortunately for me, I was teased no more. In a slow movement, I felt my cock entering her mouth. It was hot and wet.
Her lips clasped around my cock and I could feel her begin to suck. She was sucking the head of my cock with her wet tongue pressing against it. She then proceeded to lower her head slowly, taking in more of it. I bit my lip, then I swore, in disbelief at how good this felt. What was incredible, is that she kept going down, my cock had never been this far inside a woman’s mouth before and fuck it felt good. I felt like cumming.
Her head pressed all the way down to the entrance on my trousers. She had my entire cock in her mouth. She sucked, I mean she really sucked the whole length. Then she lifted her head slowly, leaving a trail of saliva on my cock as she raised up it, but before she came off at the top, she plunged her head back down, all the time sucking, all the time her tongue sliding along my length. She built up some speed, always down the entire length. I was going to cum.
My eyes were on the road, but only just. I couldn’t resist, I took my hand and pressed it on the back of her head, forcing her down as far as it was possible to go. “I’m gonna cum!” I shouted as I held her head firmly, she continued to suck as hard as she could, I felt the orgasm building up inside me, there was no stopping now. I released my load relentlessly in her mouth, my cock pulsating as load after load shot down her throat. I think I momentarily closed my eyes. I could her swallowing as I unloaded and she never stopped sucking.
Even once my seed was spent, and I know there was a lot of cum because I felt each load blasting into her mouth, she stayed on my cock. Right to the base. She waited until every last drop was gone, and as I removed my hand, she slowly glided her lips up my cock and popped off the top taking every dribble of cum with her. “Mmmmmm,” she said as she sat back in her seat. She smiled and looked out of her window at the city lights in the distance in happy contemplation. “What do you want to do next?”
Category: eroticliterature
[Incest] [Brother-Sister] Wife’s Incestuous Family Ritual Ch. 02 (Final Part)
[Previously…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p5wn4c/incest_brothersister_wifes_incestuous_family/)
She put a finger to her lips, indicating me to remain silent, and put her hand on my cock. I let go off my erection, as she gripped it completely. She smiled and started jacking me off.
I saw her in a nightgown for the first time. It was open at the top and I could make out the swells of her breasts in the moonlight. She bent down, planted a long, wet, kiss on the underside of my hard cock, and took it into her warm mouth. I moaned with pleasure as I felt my mother-in-law’s tongue swirl over my sensitive glans.
Inside the garden, my wife and her father picked up pace. He was grunting with pleasure, thrusting his cock in and out of her daughter’s slick pussy. Ananya clutched at the base of the Ashoka tree with both hands over her head. Her moans were getting louder as her father thrust into her with long deliberate strokes. It wasn’t long before she cried out as orgasm hit her.
Dirty Coworkers Part II [MF] [female perspective]
I really appreciate all the support on my [first ever post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p5wzvm/first_time_posting_for_all_the_dirty_coworkers/) This is the next section of that story, enjoy.
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I wake before dawn, and notice he is still sleeping peacefully beside me. I decide to take a shower, and slink away quietly; the night air cold on my skin.
I shiver, and my nipples harden as I climb in the shower quietly and turn the water on. *Unh…. Last night was so fucking hot….* I step under the stream of water.
I can almost feel last night’s sins start to rinse away, as I hear the shower curtain open and two feet step into the tub behind me.
I sigh blissfully as his hand takes my waist. He envelops me as his other hand grabs my breast. I can feel his body against me, his nipple piercings still cold in the steamy shower. Our bodies are wet, sliding against each other with every movement.
I tilt my head back, my body tingling with his tender touch. *He’s clearly not finished with me yet.*
I feel his lips kiss my neck slowly, more gentle than before. He exhales, his breath sending shivers down my spine. The petting is stirring his cock to action.
Confessions (mf) (oral) (fantasy) (dominate) (female orgasm)
Last night I lay awake in bed for over an hour just fantasizing about you after we said “Goodnight.” The tease of you wanting to tell me stories kept my mind racing…
I imagined sitting on the L intersection of your couch, legs spread, wearing only a thin, tight tank top and some knee high socks. I imagined you turning down your hall, unaware of my presence, and seeing me there, ready and waiting. The look on your face… stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape. I can just see it now, the fire immediately burning in your eyes as your pants instantly get tighter.
I imagine your mouth closing, jaw clenching, and eyebrow cocked as I tell you, “Eat it.”
It’s not a request. There is no uncertainty or question in my voice. It is a command, and I can see it in your eyes that you understand.
You take your time. Savoring every aspect of the moment – the sight of me, my sweet musk, and even sweeter taste. Kneeling down before me, you trace your fingers along my little pink slit, bringing a sigh to my lips and a quickening to my breath…
I imagined you slowly running the tip of your tongue from my asshole all the way up to my clit and spreading my glistening lips with it. Making me quiver and moan. Fuck… I want so much more, but at the same time don’t want the exquisite torture to end.
Licking up my dripping honey, you push into me further… sinking your tongue into my depths. Lapping at my g-spot, filling me, devouring me. Just when I think you’re as far in as possible, you press your face against me and shove your tongue aaalllll the way up my pussy. You have to grab ahold of my hips as I cry out and buck in orgasm, covering you with my cum.
But you don’t let up, not for a second. You dive in and out, alternating between flicking my g-spot as sucking on my clit making me pour my honey out as I scream with terrible pleasure. I’m cumming so hard that it hurts, but I grab a fistful of your hair and push you in further as wave after wave of tortured bliss wracks through my body.
The Runner [M/F] [NC] [rape]
**The Runner**
Every day he saw her run by. Like clockwork, everyday at 10AM he would look out and see her running by his window. She lived nearby but he did not know where. He wished he did, but alas he had no chance to meet her. This would all change though…
He first heard of the app on a comment board he frequented. He could not believe his eyes when he saw it. But it was there, and people were saying it worked. The app was called “Take me.” It existed as a way for people with certain types of fantasies to indulge in them in a somewhat “safe” manner.
At first he was put off by it. The app’s reason for existence was not something he was into. He, to be quite frank, found it to be abhorrent. Why would somebody even make this app, let alone be on it? Degenerates, that’s who.
He studied her as she ran by again. It was summer so she was wearing athletic shorts and a sports bra. She looks amazing, he thought. He thought of her every time he masturbated. He looked up porn stars that reminded him of her. But none of it really satisfied him. He really just wanted her.
You’re Meant To Be Mine, Miss [F/F] [Yandere] [Dubcon]
“You wanted to see me, Mrs. Fontaine?” Kate said, smiling coyly as she brushed her long black hair over her shoulder with one hand as she closed the door behind her.
“Yes I did. Recently I noticed a sharp drop in your performance, and I wanted to see if there were any issues I could help resolve.” Mrs. Fontaine said, with the usual tone she reserved for underperforming students–a mix of genuine concern crossed with a tiredness born out of years of hearing the same tired excuses.
Normally, she approached these meetings with a sense of futility, for she knew once a student’s grades started to slip, they rarely rose again. Still, she set aside time to meet with each student to see if there was some assistance she could provide.
Perhaps she’s struggling with something, Morgan Fontaine thought as she sat down at her desk, reaching for her gradebook, she’s usually one of my better students.
Kate sat across from her, far enough away from the desk that Morgan could see Kate’s short black skirt and the pink cotton stockings running up her thighs and disappearing under the pleated fabric. She crossed her legs and leaned forward ever so slightly when Morgan spoke.
Sacrificed true love for a life I could’ve never imagined ..
It’s been quite some time since I’ve felt anything for anyone else besides my ex. That woman left big shoes to fill. Unlike most, love hasn’t made me bitter. It’s made me hopeful, until of course my ex. I just don’t feel confident in finding another women like her. I’m not telling you she was perfect, but for me she might’ve been.. It’s not like I didn’t know it at the time, I was just far to curious in life. So now that that love has been lost, I’ve turned my love life into a business. A gentleman slut unavailable to the masses. A boyfriend for hire. My clients are usually 7 years + older than me. Much more stable lol & intelligent. Real women who appreciate a real experience. I have tremendous luck with the older ladies, they adore me and I adore them. A lot of the stereotypes aren’t true, these cougars have grip.. you don’t want to slide out once you slide in. Complete water fall. Comfy pussy. Very passionate. Feels like they’ve been craving just as much as I have. Every touch feels like something. I get so deep into trying to describe this, it takes me somewhere. First I was talking about love and now I’m deep in a purient maze. Every moment here is bliss. I love it.
The Reawakening. Sister in Law. Part 4.
She rejoined us on the couch and things seemed normal. But I could feel the tension in the air surrounding us. It was hard to describe. But certainly there.
Not long after Ali complained to Kate about how her back was killing her. My ears perched up. I wondered if she’d say something about me popping it all week. I hoped she wouldn’t.
“Maybe you need a good massage?” Kate suggested.
“That would be amazing.. hey Mike, you think you could give me one?”
My stomach literally fucking sunk. I could not believe she had just asked for that. And right in front of Kate!
“Umm.. yeah.. sure!” I replied.
Doing my best to keep my cool and not make it weird. And waiting for anything out of Kate. Literally nothing. I was starting to think she was in on it. It was driving me crazy.
On the train (m/f) (public) (female perspective) (kinda non-con) (lots of teasing) (grinding)
We had been walking around tourist stops for hours and finally settled on a place to eat. It was a dimly lit hole in the wall restaurant but the smell was too tantalizing to resist. As we sit down and are handed our menus I see him look at me with a smirk and I blush looking away. I know what that smile means, I know what he’s thinking. Last time he gave me that smile I ended up bent backwards in a museum bathroom (mind you I had to keep extra quiet because it was well a museum). I start to fiddle with things around me as a ball of nerves finds its way into my stomach. Only being able to accept the fact that something would happen any minute.
It was nearing the end of the day and I was starting to get antsy, he hadn’t touched me after that. As we walked to the subway I was so distracted by my thoughts I didn’t notice his hand sliding across my back and over my ass. When I realized I tried to shrug him away as I didn’t want people to see. He surprisingly let go and adorned that smirk again.
We boarded the train and there was only one place left to sit. I told him I could hold on but he only pulled me onto his lap. We had about a 2 hour train ride so I tried my best to get comfy before I realized i felt him hardening under me. I let out a light gasp and tried to keep my face neutral. He had one arm around my stomach and the other holding his large bag on me. I grabbed onto it for fear it might slip and as soon as I did I felt his hand slide between myself and the bag. I was wearing plain black leggings and no undies so I wouldn’t have panty lines. That certainly was a mistake.
I could already feel myself soaking through the thin fabric my face growing hot. He rubbed my inner thigh inching closer to the clear center of heat. He was of course doing this purposefully painfully slow and I was trying my best to hold back a whimper. After torturing me for what felt like forever he simply cupped my pussy over my tights. “My my my. Is my little girl soaked through already? Tsk tsk tsk” he whispered in my ear making me squirm. “Ah-ah-ah naughty girl, moving so I can get a better angle?” His hot breath fanned over my neck as he pressed his palm harder against me. I bit my lip and whined “please s-stop” I muttered not wanting to draw attention to myself. He lowered his arm on my stomach and pressed me further into him. I could feel every bump and ridge in his cock now as it pressed into my ass.
Every time the train car bumped (which was often). His palm grinded into my clit and I had to stop my hips from moving. He noticed this of course and moved his hand away placing it on my hip, then he pulled down, now his cock was sitting firmly against my swollen pussy. I tried to struggle away but only made it worse As the head of his thick cock pushed against me. I stifled a moan into my arm as he started wrecking me in circles, the veins bumping against my wet slit and clit driving me insane. My breathing got shorter and I had a white knuckle grip on his bag all the while trying to pull away. “ oh you poor thing you seem to be out of breath” he smiled into my neck and trailed his teeth across it causing me to shiver. He continued rocking my hips back and forth only this time with fingers against my clit. I wanted to fight back I wanted to get up but he wouldn’t let up, his swollen cock head was now sat between my slit through my pants. Now he rocks me forward and back harder and harder till I’m almost drooling and begging. “Oh you nasty slit are you about to cum on my lap? Cum for me then bitch”. He speeds up the thrashing until I feel every muscle clamp up as I cum into a blissful white abyss, he doesn’t let up though practically fucking me through my leggings even as I beg him to stop and suddenly I’m cuming again and again till I feel like I can’t walk or think straight. I look around and we’re at our stop and I looks live peed myself with the amount of slick sticky cum down my legs. “What a mess.” He states with a satisfied hum.
A steamy FFM encounter with a twist! [Short Erotic Story]
***”The Third Cumming” by Clit Club***
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