Daddy told me that I had to tell you this, a story of a naughty girl who loves to flirt.
I am hysterically horny, I wish that doctors still treated “hysteria” in women with cocaine and vibrators or finger-banging. That’s the kind of medical practice I’m interested in. As I sit here, my thighs are coated in the sweet liquid of my arousal. I’ve made a little girl puddle on my chair, I’m sure. I reach down and straighten up my thigh-highs, caressing the sheer nylon above my knee. I subtly run my hands down my hips, checking to make sure my garter straps are still in place where I put them this morning. I cross and uncross my legs, squeezing my thighs together to relieve the pressure building in my pussy. Then I rock forward and back a little in my chair, attempting to use the motion to stimulate my clit without bringing notice to myself.
Fuck, I smell like sex, there is no way the other people in my office can’t smell it. I can’t think about anything except our play this morning. When he pushed me up against the sink and stretched my pussy with his long fingers, I couldn’t help but moan. He used his thumb to caress my little asshole and I was powerless to keep my hips from bucking against his touch. I found myself groaning and thrashing pushed against the vanity- rocking back against his hand as he played me. My orgasm built quickly and I came on his fingers a few moments later. He pulled his fingers out of my wet pussy and I grabbed his hands, sticking his fingers in my mouth to lick off my own juices. He groaned and adjusted himself in response to my actions. He threw me on the bed and grabbed my hips from behind, filling me with a solid thrust, my wet pussy welcoming his length. I muffled my moans against the pillow as he pounded into me from behind, feeling my next orgasm building and powerless to stop it. He reached around and flicked my clit and I lost all semblance of coherent thought as I came on his cock.
He laid back on the bed, smiling at me with expectation. I rose on my shaky arms and jello legs and crawled over to him, kneeling between his legs and staring up at him through my lashes. I drew his hard cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of myself on his length. I bobbed up and down, taking him deep into my throat before popping his cock out of my mouth and licking up and down with my tongue. It wasn’t long before he grabbed my hair and warned me that I was about to make him cum. His hot, salty seed filled my mouth and I sucked him dry. When I was done I licked my lips and said “thank you for the cum, Daddy.”
What does all of this have to do with internet flirting? Well, after spending the first couple hours of my day harassing poor Daddy at work with my insatiable appetite, I started thinking about how much I love showing off my assets… I wanted to go take some hot pictures of my seamed stockings and heels and post them for you to appreciate, dear reader. I want to find some little room or unused office to kick my heels up, play with my clit, and film myself coming in some nameless person’s office space. Then I wanted to stick my fingers deep in my pussy and film myself licking my own little girl cum off of my fingers, with a smile on my face.
I like to fantasize about having two men take me at once. I love taking Sir’s cock in my asshole, and I want to enjoy that while straddling another man’s thick cock. I want you to grab my hips and hold me in place while you take turns sliding in and out of my slick holes, teasing me but not letting me feel the satisfaction of feeling both of you buried balls deep inside of me. Finally, as my orgasm builds and my dirty mouth is just emitting moans and jibberish from need, you both slam in to me at once, pinning me in place as you sync up and fuck me senseless. I would come forcefully, drenching you below with my pussy juices as my cunt grips you with my waves of pleasure. Sir would emit that deep groan above me that means he’s coming and he would fill up my ass with his cum- a chocolate cream pie as I like to call it. As he pulls his cock out to watch the cum drip, you would take your fat cock out of my pussy and rub it back and forth in his cum. You’d rock me forward and impale me from below on your cock, using his cum as lube as you fill my asshole. Your hands would grasp my thighs and you’d start pounding me from below, using my tight little asshole like the little slut that I am.
As I moan and writhe on your dick, Daddy presents his cock at my mouth, a small smile on his face. It’s hard again, he can’t handle watching me get fucked without getting hard. I open my mouth and my pink tongue darts out to swipe around the head. I taste cum and my own asshole, and he groans. I open my mouth wider and grab him by the hips to pull him close. He places a hand on my head and slowly starts fucking my mouth. Every other moan that I have is choked as his cock hits the back of my throat and slides down deep. I’m going to come again, I fucking love deepthroating, I love it when he fucks my mouth, and I fucking love it when I am taking a nice thick cock in the ass too. He holds my head as a gag on him, finally letting me breathe just as my orgasm hits. I scream and shudder as the waves of pleasure roll through me. You still underneath me with your own grunt, your cock pulsing in my ass as you fill me back up with cum. I barely have time to catch my breath before Daddy slams his cock back into my mouth, commanding me to take his load. I swallow eagerly as his cum drips down my throat. I am a good girl.
Your cock slips out of my ass and I crawl backward between your legs, looking up at you. With a smile on my lips I lick your cock from balls to tip, tasting my ass, my pussy, and your cum. I swirl my tongue around your tip and take it into my mouth. I release your sensitive cock with a cute “pop” noise and grin up at you impishly. Daddy slaps my ass for my impertinence, and I flounce off the bed with a giggle, his red hand print already visible on my sweet little ass cheek.
Category: eroticliterature
Night with my gf.
It started with a massage. He back was sore so she went for a shower and I was getting one after her but after she got out I came upstairs to see if she wanted a massage. She told me get my shower that she can wait for a few mins.
After my shower I leave and enter the bedroom as I come in I notice her naked with her legs together at the knees. I climb on pushing her legs apart as I kidd her working my way down to her nipples. I keep going down all the way as my tongue slides into her tight pussy hiting her clit. She let’s out a small moan. I come up and tell her turn over to start the massage. I love getting her turned on and leaving here for a few mins.
She lays on her stomach as as I rub in oil. My dick is so hard at this point. I work her lower back and start to go up her back as I do I line my cock up with here pussy but she stops me and say ” you can’t tease me and not expect it back” so I can’t enter here now.
Relevant experiences of last months.
In the last times here in Italy we repurchased a little more of “ freedom “, and our lifestyle went on really well. Now I write you some of our most relevant experiences.
A really intense situation happened during a week of May; she stayed from May 17th to May 21 at her bull’s friend beach house, and there he presented her to all his friends like his new girlfriend.
I was at home alone, and once a day I received from him a sexy censored pic of her, and I had to sent them back a video of me coming ruined in lees then 1 minute since I had received the pic. If I failed my “ job “ he would post her uncensored pic online in some of his socials.
The thought of seeing her uncensored pics on his social turned me really on, but I was also scared about the possibility of someone who knows us could see the pics and recognize her. So I did my job every time and I managed to keep her pics safe.
Loving daddy (MF, +18)
I wake up in the morning to find you spooning me, the weight of your strong warm arm slung over my waist. I smile, careful not to move. It’s rare that you sleep like this, and I love it when you do.
The early morning sunlight creeps through the window, cool air still floating into the room for now. I pull the thick blanket over myself further to keep our warmth close, and bring my freezing arm beneath it.
I can’t help but hold my breath as you groan quietly and stir, trying not to awaken you further. I slide my bum closer to your hips, and I’m surprised to feel a growing hard-on there. My hand moves behind me to touch it involuntarily- probably too cold still to feel good for you, but enough to make my heart start to beat faster. I continue to hold your hot cock in my tiny hand, always amazed at the space it takes there.
Half asleep, you start to grind into me gently. I arch my back as much as I can, and spread my thighs a little, hoping that you might slide a little closer. My wishes are answered almost immediately, and I can feel your smooth skin approaching my own.
Fifteen Minutes – Part 1 [MF] [Slow-Buildup] [nosex?] [Rom]
I heard her rustling as my eyes opened up. The sunlight hit my eye causing me to feel slightly dazed. How long had she been up? The smell of fresh coffee lingered strongly in the air, so she could not have been up for too long.
I got into the shower, and the hot water started to run down my chest. I felt my whole body relax, but in my mind all I could think about was calling for her, and telling her to get in the shower with me. The thought of her naked in the shower distracted me from accomplishing the simple task of shampooing my hair. I thought about soap running down her curves, my fingers tracing each sud as they slowly traveled down every inch of her body. I started to feel light headed. Yet, I could not help but fixate on my desire to call her to me so I could pull her to me. But, was she going to be too busy, too distracted, and would my caresses be met with rejection? Would she be okay with me simply massaging her shoulders, holding her hand, grabbing her waist firmly, and kissing her neck? I had been standing in this shower swimming in a deluge of fantasies, thinking what I would do to her, for far too long.
I finally gathered my composure and stepped out of the shower. After drying off, I got dressed and as I buttoned my shirt I heard her groan; something was stressing her out, perhaps a meeting had gone bad or the research she was working on was giving her trouble. Damn it, either she would be just stressed enough to want to have me help relieve all that stress she was carrying, or—I hoped this was not the case—she would be beyond that point and would brush off any advance I would make. The anxiety and excitement of this unknown woke me up more than coffee ever could.
“Good morning babe!” I yelled into the other room.
“Hey, good morning,” she mumbled loudly. “Coffee is ready, want me to pour you a cup?”
“Yeah, thanks, that would be great! I just need to finish something in here so that would be perfect.”
Okay, I thought to myself, just take a deep breath, relax, and put on your sexiest smile. You know how she is a sucker for that smile.
That first step out of the bedroom felt eternal as my brain raced through a million different scenarios. Images flashed through my head so fast it felt as if though my insatiable hunger for her was unnatural: her eyes staring deep into me as she bit her lips and she moved up and down on me; my one hand wrapped around her hair while my other hand grabbed her by the waist pulling her to me so I could go deeper and deeper in her; her legs spread apart as I held her by the ankles my tongue going from her right thigh to the left one until I arrived at her clit; her on all four my hands firmly on her ass as I ate her out. Snap out of it, I thought to myself, afraid I would be completely lost in my imagination.
I could see her sitting at her desk, her hand clasping her mug, the other one wildly shaking in the air. “Everything ok?” I asked, feeling a sense of self disgust that I wanted her so bad, while she probably only wanted for one day to not be a complete dumpster fire.
“Yeah,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I just wish I could make sense of this….” I really was trying to focus on what the problem she was facing was. But as she was speaking I saw the sun hit her face. God, she was so beautiful. Her lips, moved and and I knew I just needed to kiss them, run my fingers through her hair, move my hand under her shirt, and let my fingers walk purposefully to her breast. Stop it I told myself angrily. “And, like, I tried to use the new data I got, but now I have to go back and fix a bunch of stuff. And, I have a meeting in 15 minutes.”
Fuck! 15 minutes, I mean we could make it work; fucking hell how much would I not get to do to her. I told myself to not even entertain the idea of making her late to her meeting.
“Hey, I know you are super stressed out right now, and my first meeting is not for another hour. You want me to massage your neck and shoulders a bit. Maybe, it will help your mind reset and shit.”
She eyed me very suspiciously. “I really only have 15 minutes before my meeting. I need you to understand that. I’m not stupid, I know that fucking look.”
Yummy Mummy – Part 1 – [FemDom] [Fm]
*As soon as he walked into the living room, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.*
*Tall. Slim. Dark blonde hair. Glasses……simply adorable.*
*Well mannered. Polite. Exactly the type of boy you would bring home to your……Mother.*
*Zack Ellison had just turned 20. He’s my son’s room mate and best friend at Uni. I was just about to find out that this shy, handsome young man would be spending his summer holiday staying at my house.*
I’m sweating and in the middle of an intense yoga session when my son, Charlie, unexpectedly unlocks the front door and comes bounding through with his backpack, guitar case, sports bag, and a huge bag of dirty washing that he’d so kindly saved up for me during his current term at Uni.
‘’Hey, Mum! Your favourite son is home! I hope you have food in. We’re starving!’’
Charlie booms up the stairs, not realising I’m stretching my curves over a yoga mat in the front room.
‘’Thanks for replying to my text and telling me what time you’d be home’’ I sigh deeply, continuing on with sliding into downward dog.
The Receptionist Who Loved Me-[Fiction][Original Content]
She isn’t conventionally attractive, he thought to himself as he walked past her. Noting to firmness of her ass and perkiness of her tits. Yet that is what he liked most about her, she bucked convention and maintained her feminine mystery all the same. She’s worked as a front desk receptionist for a couple of years now, never missing a day. Interesting, to him at least, that most men didn’t even know her name. Or women for that matter, but John does. He’s had a secret thing for Jesse never wanting to cross a line, or act like a creep he has kept it professional, cool he might say. He has seen Jesse outside of work too, live music nights at the oasis. Another time at an art gallery, she seemed to have an interest in gothic art, he shares that interest as well.
As people do, they say hello to each other, they exchange pleasantries. Running into each other outside of work hasn’t been weird for either of them. John liked her, he really liked her actually.
A Night to Remember: A Wifes Guilty Pleasure Story [Str8] [bondage] [Mdom] [spanking] [bdsm] [husbandwife]
“Can we be down here?” I asked Sir in a whisper as he led me down into the basement of the gothic mansion owned by Sir’s newest client Michael, something I could not remember. The mansion was located on the outskirts of town surrounded by ancient evergreens that went for as far as the eye could see. No one would hear you scream in that stone house surrounded by the dense woods, was my first thought when we pulled up.
“Of course. Michael gave me a tour when I was here last week. We thought you might enjoy a particular room within the house. One that is typically off-limits to guests.” Sir had a devious smile as he spoke and things deep in my core started to respond. My mind racing with all the dirty possibilities.
Surly my imagination was being overactive hoping for an intricate sex dungeon full of naughty toys and intricate contraptions to fulfill all my deviant desires. Even if I was right and Michael, did have a sex dungeon hidden away in his stone basement why would he consider sharing such a private place with Sir and I. It made no sense and I tried to quell my excitement with common sense.
Bedding the Maid Behind Your Husband’s Back
“So which will it be? Tea or me, dear lady?” Anne inquired while slowly beginning to unbutton her navy blue frock.
There was a flurry of hand movement as the sapphists attempted to remove their own and each others clothing. Emilia could hardly bring herself to part from Anne’s perfectly plump lips even for the sake of undressing. Her chambermaid, clearly more skilled, took control in spite of being backed into one of the tree-like bed posts. Emilia could have fainted from pleasure as Anne roughly tore off the chiffon dressing gown that had previously enveloped her hungry body. She closed her eyes as the sultry maid began to plant kisses, feverishly, down her neck until buried within Emilia’s inviting diddeys. Her heart leaped as Anne ran her tongue between, then under her breasts. When the beautiful, red tongue ran over Emilia’s nipples they turned upwards in arousal.
Ever wanted to do it at the cinema…in 1901?
Before Orlando could offer anymore information, a hush spread over the crowd as the Phantoscope began to whir, then lit up the white sheet in front of them. Violet heard a few people gasp along with her, then a few nervous chuckles when the picture started to play. Under her breath, the maid read the title “Le Coucher de la Mariee,” then looked puzzled at Orlando.
“It means, ‘The Bride’s Dilemma’,” Orlando whispered in Violet’s ear.
“I hope the whole picture isn’t in French.”
Now on the screen were two people, newlyweds, clearly from their somewhat chaste behavior. The husband seemed absolutely besotted with his new wife, he kept pawing at her clothing. He looked as if he were begging her to disrobe, but the wife was bashful. Occasionally, she would push him, gently, away; no doubt how her mother taught her to be on one’s wedding night. The new wife gestured for her husband to go behind the screen so she could undress in private. Some men in the crowd began to whistle as the woman began to remove her many layers of clothing. When the insatiable husband began to peek around the screen for a look, Violet chortled along with the rest of the audience. Each time he tried to catch a glimpse of his wife’s pearly skin, she would shoo him away, much to the watcher’s chagrin. Fortunately, she keep up the demure, little burlesque until she was down to her corset and pantaloons.