Different departments did not do much to stratify the workforce when they lived across the street from one another. Sure, Anthony did not exactly love the idea of living within spitting distance of the guy from Human Resources, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse. They got along well enough, and even started to speak to one another as if they were friends, in a twisted colleague-neighbour sort of way, even with them being opposites. Michael, for all his niceties, was just that; vanilla. Kind enough, soft-spoken, and well-mannered. It served him well. He had a respectable job and all the benefits that came with it; wife included. Anthony, on the other hand, was a little more callous. He was not a jerk by any means, but if one believed in humans adopting a system as trivial as alphas and Betas, Anthony was not a Beta. So, despite their differences, they got along well. “I’m not so sure.” Michael continued. Anthony looked at him with a half-frown, furrowing his brow.
Category: eroticliterature
[F4M] Dirty Little Secret
Getting kicked out of college was not all that bad, instead of being cooped up in a dorm with some random skank who ate all her hot pockets, she had her run of a Manhattan penthouse. Sure, her mother’s stupid hot walking dildo happened to take up oxygen, but the apartment was big enough that it had not been much of an issue. And, admittedly, she was enjoying the way he would look at her when he thought she was not paying attention. The perv. If he was not so fucking hot, and closer to her in age than her mother, it would be creepy. Instead it just gave her a sadistic glee. When she got kicked out of class, the only place to go was her moms. The downside was her boy toy, but at least this way her mother felt like she was being supervised. She wondered if her mom knew he was supervising her ass. The thought made Tyler laugh as she stroked the paint brush across the canvas.
Eyes from the Shadows (part 1] [MF] [Female Voyeur]
Carli was very easy to seduce. All I had to do was wait for her to start drifting off to sleep, then start kissing the back of her neck. If she moaned softly, I knew I was good to progress.
I’d run my hand up her sleep shirt (god forbed she sleep topless) and place her nipple between my knuckles, massaging her breast as my fingers gently pinched her nipples between them.
Eventually she would push that snall, but bubbly ass against my already hard dick and rub against it, all the while my lips kissing her neck.
It was predictable, but fun, and the after would be what matters more.
She would awake from a half daze sleep, completely wet, allowing me to control her. She didn’t know too much about sex before me, but she knew how to be the best submissive by the time we were over.
It was on one of these nights, as I had her writhing on top of me, half asleep, but bouncing that ass along the length of ny dick, that I noticed the door to her room was open.
The Semen Slave, Part 1
Two stories in one day?? Fresh, you’re a madman! Yep, I did it. I am uploading two original stories in one day to kick off moving to my new account. If you didn’t see my previous post, I am u/fresh_games_. I am abandoning that account. If you want to know why, see my last post on my old account. Anyway, enjoy this rather strange story.
It was just a normal day until I met her. I saw her from across the street. She was rather strange looking, but not in a bad way. She wasn’t human. I knew that much for sure, but I didn’t know what she was. For some reason, just looking at her gave me a raging boner. I decided I would try to hook up with her, so I got up and walked across the street to her.
“Hi. I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new to town? I’m Tyler by the way.” I looked into her reddish purple eyes as she looked back at me. Her appearance was mostly human-like, but there were some differences. She had more pointy ears, her hair was a galaxy purple, and her tongue appeared to be oddly pointy.
Blackmail 28 – Pissed (F, blackmail, fiction)
I sat in the limo as it moved looking out the other window with my arms folded over my chest pissed.
Why was I pissed?
Simple I had just finished giving my *admirer* my best performance as **I** gave him a blowjob as he spoke on the phone and followed his instructions of going slow and being quiet.
And **I** thought I did an amazing job as my *admirer* shot his load into my empty stomach I asked him how was it.
You know what this motherfucker answered?
It was fine but could be better.
**FINE!!!**
**COULD BE BETTER!!!**
The nerve of this asshole.
The same asshole who shot enough fucking cum into my sore pussy to impregnate a dozen or two female’s and then shoots another load into my empty stomach.
My still empty stomach as his cum was quickly absorbed.
And **I** only got to taste a drop….dammit.
God why did it have to taste so fucking good?
It’s Not Funny, It’s a Matter of Survival [MF] [big orc mommy gf] [fantasy-ish]
*A young man with a terminal illness freezes himself in the hope that a future technology could treat him, but finds himself having to do strange things to survive.*
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The first few hours after waking up were faint and dizzy, almost like a fugue state. I was cold to the core, I stumbled through the forest naked, glancing at the occasional building that remained just barely standing among the ruins. My vision was blurry, and I had to clutch my sides as I shivered and waited for the thankfully abundant sunlight to warm me up.
I don’t know how long I was wandering, but when I finally became lucid, I panicked. It was all for nothing – I gave up my life, put myself in cryo-sleep, lost everything in the hopes that someone in the future could help me where my family’s money and influence failed. But there were no doctors or descendants to welcome me to the future, there was nothing left. As far as I could tell, I could easily be the last human alive, just some 18 year old kid with a terminal illness.
A special delivery [MF] [detailed]
It is right before closing time and there is one last customer in the store that I finish, as I see you walk in with the supplies I ordered. You smile at me and I sheepishly smile back and blush a little. I feel my neck becoming hot and I know how flushed I am. I say goodbye to my customer and close the door behind her. I hope she didn’t see how your presence affected me.
Taking my mask off I come to you and greet you with a handshake. But you stepped a tiny bit closer than usual, making me aware of your body. I look from your chest, up to your shoulders, and finally lock eyes with you and it is your thumb that softly but repeatedly strokes the back of my hand. I feel an electric current roaming from my hand to my chest, turning my nipples into pebbles. And I know one can see them easily, cause I don’t wear padded bras, only thin satin fabric, because I really don’t want any added volume. But that’s the downside, so I break our contact and cross my arms in front of my chest and hope you didn’t see their reaction.
Free Use University Pt. 1
Hi! This is my first post with my new account. I used to use the account u/fresh_games_, so if you like the content there, that’s me. I’m using this account now. If you are curious why, look at my most recent (and last) post on my old account. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story.
My college is.. interesting. It isn’t any old college. It’s Free Use University. FUU, unlike most colleges, has a school uniform. Girls were required to wear blue or red lingerie provided by the school. Guys were required to wear blue or red boxers, also provided by the school. That’s it. No shirts, no pants, no anything. Also, if another student wants to have some “fun” with you, you are required to let them. Most of this fun that I talk about happens in the evenings, after everyone’s done with classes, but I have seen students fucking in the hallways as I’m walking to classes. I should probably introduce myself. My name’s Kaz. I’m a freshman at FUU, and this is the story of how I lost my virginity because of the unique rules at FUU.
The Bet
It had been almost 8 years since we first met. We both worked in a marketing firm on the east coast. Through the years we became close and what started as harmless flirtation had turned into all out desire for one another. It was a desire that could not be quenched due to us both being married to other people. We made no secret to each other what we wanted to do and I definitely spent countless times jerking off to her or thinking about her when I was having sex with my wife.
As part of our flirtation, we would often make bets with each other over various things. The winner of the bet would always get a sexual favor from the loser… supposedly. I say supposedly because we had never acted out on these bets. They were fun to think about but in actuality due to our family situations, we would always chicken out. That all changed with this bet.
First Impressions [MF] [No Sex]
Sarah had only started talking to Jay the day before, but somehow she already found herself completely obsessed. The last 24 hours had been filled with so many sexy chats and even more dirty thoughts about what he could do for her. That’s probably why she was driving to his place right now. The anticipation was killing her and so she figured why wait.
She was only going to be in town for work another week and she really needed to get laid. After a recently sexless relationship breaking off she had found her sex drive going through the roof. Sarah craved dick the way a man in the desert craves water. All she could think of was a thick veiny dick stretching her tight little deprived pussy. Lack of sex and work stress had driven her to masturbating twice daily at this point.
Looking at the GPS she was pleased to see she had 3 minutes until arrival and she seemed to be in a good part of town. The neighborhood was a quiet one. Silly Sarah had forgot to check the area before agreeing to meet. She knew meeting at his place was a risky move, but he sounded like fun and totally worth the risk. Sadly this probably wasn’t the dumbest decision her sex drive had forced her into she chuckled to herself. So far, she had lived and even come out with some great stories.