Category: eroticliterature

I immediately shoot up in bed as his body blocks out the light streaming in from the living room. The darkness feels more menacing this time considering it comes in the shape of a bulky bearded man who is now slowly creeping towards me.
“Did you even try to be quiet?” He sounds disappointed and condescending which, of course, causes me to gush in my already drenched panties.
I nod, wide eyed, and start to squeak out an excuse. But he’s standing over me, his finger pressing on my tongue before I’ve even found my sentence. He added another and explored my mouth, testing my gag reflex. I instinctively started sucking.
He shakes his head and brings his mouth to the shell of my ear, “No, babygirl, we’re gonna do better than that pathetic call for attention earlier.” His teeth tease a sensitive spot behind my ear and his tongue darts out to soothe it. “You had your chance to make noise. Now I just want to hear the words ‘yes, daddy’ and ‘no, daddy’ from this pretty little mouth.”
That causes me to moan softly around his fingers, and nod my head in agreement. He croons a soft good girl in my ear and then he’s on top of me. He bears his full weight on my body, crushing my petite form and pressing my hips to the mattress with his own.
He starts a slow grind with his hips and his hand tears off my flimsy night tank top down to free my tits. He groaned as he saw my tits. The noise almost caused me to beg for him to fuck me. As if reading my mind, he offered a cruel smile and said, “I can fuck you without taking out my cock now.”
I answered him in the form of a French kiss, my tongue sliding into his partially open mouth and dragging an agonized groan from his throat.
I know I should be offended by how shamelessly he stormed in here and demanded my body. I should really care that he’s my mom’s latest plaything. But all I really can register is this man tapping into every taboo fantasy I have and slowly using that information to decimate me.
My back starts to arch out of necessity, tilting my tits up, mashing my pointed peaks against his chest, and fuck…the friction against his bomber jacket in indescribable. “Please, daddy,” I moan between harsh pants.
My fingers are twined in his hair, and my mindfuck body humping his lap with the small amount of movement our position allowed. The obvious bulge in his jeans is his grinding down against my clit when he starts whispering in my ear again.
“God damn, look at that tight little body trying to fuck me through those layers. You really want it that bad, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy please I really want it,” I beg.
My petite curves shivered against him, almost violently, in response; a call his body answered by pressing me back into the mattress with his hips even harder, his knuckles turning white gripping my short headboard so hard.
“That’s right, you little slut, you’re going to cum around daddy’s cock. You were so desperate for someone to put you in your place you let your mom’s latest piece hump you into an orgasm” He forces out the dirty stream of words in broken, desperate growls, interrupted by rushed pulls of air. Like he was drowning, just like me.
His teeth bit down on her nipple as she begged daddy to finish her off. Two rough twists of his hips in combination and I heard my own voice repeating “yes, yes, yes,” on a throaty loop. Felt his tongue raking up and down the side of my neck, his teeth taking small bites from my shoulder. My thighs shook around his hips and my nails clung to the collar of his t-shirt.
He visibly forces himself off of me and shoves me hands down when I go for his belt buckle. I pout up at him and his eyes bore into me.
“No, babygirl, I know it’s going to drive you insane to not get my cum tonight. So you’re going to wait until I decide if I want to finish in your mouth or pussy… or maybe even ass.”
He saunters out of my room unfazed, leaving me a mess in my sheets.

In the dark of the cellar of the women’s dorm, floating in the air soundless and unseen, the Being waited.

Presently the door above the stairs opened, and in the darkness a dozen copper washtubs answered the glow of a paraffin lamp.

The Being observed.

Down the stairs, the lamp in one hand and a laundry bag in the other, came Karoline. Only the dorm’s domestic servants usually went down here, but her black velvet uniform announced that Karoline was a student. So much was on her mind lately that she’d forgotten all about the laundry day – so now here she was at this late hour, obliged to do it all by herself.

Perhaps if she’d had less on her mind, she would have noticed out of the corner of her eye a hint of something silvery, something spectral, lurking by the stone wall. She did not. She plodded on, right to the end of the room, to one of the smaller basins.

The tap she turned on spluttered, gurgled, and an inelegant, irregular stream started filling the tub. Karoline sighed, placed the lamp on the counter, and reached for the buttons of her jacket. Read more »