Category: eroticliterature

Roomies part 2

It had been a month since our first threesome. AJ and I had hooked up a few times on our own, AJ and Jim had, too. None of us were ever jealous of the other since we all got what we wanted and had a foundation of friendship before things got steamy.

This week at work had been a stressful one for me, so my Friday was going to be spent relaxing. AJ had gone to the bar with her girlfriends and Jim was out of town for a couple of weeks visiting his parents. I had the whole place to myself. I thought the night would only involve hockey on TV, Chinese food and porn before bed.

I drifted off to sleep after my post-porn shower. A few hours later, I heard AJ come in. I didn’t think much of it. Then I heard a few whispers as my bedroom door opened. I heard something about a “don’t think he’ll mind” and “hell yeah, I’m down…”. It sounded like AJ. I was feigning sleep, interested in what was coming my way. I kept up the act in case it was part of her plan. Read more »

The Wedding – Part 8 Final [MF] [Fiction]

Fucking you through your orgasm, keeping your heightened state of arousal, I pull out of your cunt, the vibe out of your ass and placethe head of My cock, coated with your juices at your tightest hole. It is still a little open from the vibe and I quickly take advantage by sliding the fat head of My cock inside you. It all happened so quickly that you are ready, relaxed and surprised all at the same time. It has been a while since you were fucked in the ass, and as tempted as I am to start pounding away I allow you a moment or two to adjust to the thicker cock now inside you.

When you are ready, I push another inch, then another, inside you. I can tell you are ready for more, when I feel you pushing back against me and wiggling your ass on My cock. Pushing the last few inches home and giving you another break to adjust, before I start moving in and out. Your ass feels so incredibly tight compared to your cunt, especially after the pounding we have given it today. It feels like a second skin on Me as I start to pick up the pace. You strength and recuperative powers amaze Me, as once again you start to push back against Me, meeting My thrusts with your own. Encouraging Me to fuck your ass harder. Read more »

Roscoe Forthright lets the Girls Come First!

**After 50 years of stroking my enthusiastic cock, I have learned some self-control.** On most occasions, even when there are four or five young human females with their vaginae full of dildos and vibrators, the room buzzing with electrified silicone~ even under those demanding conditions, I let the girls complete their orgasms before I spurt my modest gushes of semen.

I attempt to be polite, waiting until the smiling woman is at the peak of her joy, and I only gush cream onto their faces or into their mouths, when I know they enjoy that sort of thing. **Some of my female Followers prefer to take my semen in their vaginas and anuses.** Anal girls~ ohhhh, a Immense Blessings from God!!~ I like to bend them over the oak altar and pump them from behind. I save anal pumping for special occasions, like birthdays, Christmas, or the Solstice and Equinox celebrations.

But, enough about me. I am only one elderly gentlemen offering joy to the world, with many videos of young, willing, friendly, eager, beautiful, exquisite women having orgasms. My motto is: ***Shoot cream into, onto or very close to beautiful naked women as often as possible.*** In addition to great physical joy and pleasure, the spurting of semen can be a religious experience. I realize many people have never thought about fucking as a ceremonial or religious experience, ***but many people have limited imaginations.*** Read more »

Dominating the Controlling Boss part 3 (MF) (freeuse) (mdom) (workplace)

As a boss, Brian still fucking hated Lisa, but as his personal slut, a nasty whore with big tits, round ass, submissive attitude, and a willing fucktoy, she was perfect for him. She pissed him off so much at work, that Brian would need to release his frustrations on her with silent quickies in conference rooms and supply closets.

Brian would often daydream, about banging Lisa and then seeing her walk off with his cum in her mouth or adjusting her skirt over her juicy ass. He was finishing up yet another obnoxious task, well after hours, when he noticed Lisa was still online. He entered her office without knocking.

“Oh, are you finally done? Taylor would have finished it hours ago.” He locked her door and checked the blinds. “Yes, Lisa. I’m done for the day and am here for my overtime pay.” He strode around her desk, next to her. “Take off all your clothes.” She looked up, with her submissive and fake innocent eyes. “Everything?” Brian rolled his eyes. “Were you listening? Fine, I’ll do it myself.” He ripped open her blouse, sending buttons cascading across the room. Next, he unsnapped her bra and bent to suckle the juicy tits that spilled out. Read more »

The Business Deal – Part 16 – [MF][MF][Seduction][Cheating][Non-Consensual Consent][Swapping]

Part 16

When Tami returned to the house it was perfectly quiet. The other three continued to sleep off the previous night’s alcohol and activities. She walked quietly to the room she slept in and saw Michael still sprawled and sleeping. He was on his back at this point and still naked.

She looked at his figure and still had to admit that he was certainly a handsome man. Whatever workout he followed, his legs were very toned and his ass still held a great shape for his age, or really any age. More than a few times she imagined what he must look like if she were watching as an observer and was standing behind him and he would be on top of her. Her legs raised to the air on either side of him as he plowed into her over and over.

The time for admiration had passed though. He showed himself and that was that. She knew what she needed right now and she knew how to get it. Candy is sweet but it rots the teeth if you have too much. Read more »

The challenge [BDSM]

You will lie down on a bed in the spreadeagle position.

I will pluck four long hairs and tie each of them around your wrists and ankles. I will tie four ribbons to the four corners of the bed and around the four hairs.

I will then use all the skills and tools of pleasure and pain at my disposal to make you either break one of those four hairs or make you speak. If at the end of an hour you have not said a word and all four hairs are intact: you win. If you snap any of the hairs, or you say anything at all in that hour: I win.

You game?

The ordeal [F] [BDSM]

You will firmly bound to a bed in the spreadeagle position

You will count slowly to ten. When you reach ten I will hold a Hitachi wand against your clit for a minute. You will then count slowly to ten again. I will then hold it against your clit for two minutes. This will repeat fifteen times, meaning that your final ordeal will last quarter of an hour by which time, as you will know if you know triangular numbers, the wand will have been pressed against your clit for two hours in total.

You have very little control over proceedings. If you count to ten too fast I will simply wait until you complete the count again at proper speed. If you count to ten too slowly, refuse to count to ten, attempt to say anything else, or repeatedly count to ten too fast, I will simply hurt you and keep hurting you with greater and greater intensity until you resume the count in the proper form. As you can see I have plenty of means for applying pain available to me. Anything else you say or do I will simply ignore.

You game?

The MILF Chronicles – Prologue

This is a first draft. Comments and constructive criticism always welcomed

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The MILF Chronicles

Part One: Prologue

Everyone has a story to tell I guess. Some are more interesting than others, so I will let you be the judge of mine. My story is one of change. Perhaps change is a bit understated. Radical transformation might be a better way to describe it. I want to relate to you my tale of how I evolved from simple, middle-class housewife to a voracious sex crazed Cougar. It all began with a divorce.

I know that most of these stories begin the same. We married young, right out of college. Had our son less than a year later. He went to work climbing the corporate ladder and I stayed at home being the mom.

Our sex life was average. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was an attentive lover, always making sure that I had at least one orgasm, but doggy style was considered adventurous for us. As the years passed and our son grew, sex became less frequent, less passionate, more like going through the motions. Read more »

Good For The Skin- Cousin helps sister with acne

“I’m not going to be walking around with a cupful of cum.” I smiled calmly at my cousin.

“But she said it had to be fresh….” My cousin Sue was the unfortunate victim of juvenile acne – really bad acne. Evidently a friend of hers had told her about a unique cure involving male ejaculate, which had led her to me.

“I’m afraid the only way to get it is straight from the source, so to speak.” Sue and I had grown up together and shared just about everything in our lives with each other – except for this.

“Oh, that’s gross!” At least those were Sue’s words; her expression suggested she thought otherwise. “You expect me to use it right after you, you – do it?”

I watched as two nipple shadows developed on her t-shirt. “Me do it? I think not – you want it, you squeeze it.” To short circuit the argument I began to unzip my jeans. Her eyes flared wide but she wasn’t backing away or turning around. With my zipper down and button undone I looked down at her. “Well?” Read more »

(M/M) A reluctance tale down the rabbit hole

A very special request for a friend… I hope you enjoy it Big T!

I tried to turn the crotch of my gym shorts away from Big T’s gaze but he gruffly barked, “Stop squirming boy and get on with it!”

My left hand went to cover my crotch but he shoved it away. There was nothing I could do to relieve the embarrassment I felt from the older man’s lust-fueled eyes staring at my boner poking out the nylon material of the shorts.

My only hope was that I would be able to finish him off before the nylon fabric rubbing my dick caused me to shoot a load inside the shorts like I did yesterday. Bug T had laughed and sarcastically bellowed, “Yeah kid — sure, you’re not queer, huh? Heh-heh-heh-heh….”

I stared at the calendar on the wall to distract from my excitement and silently counted all the small “x’s” marked for each day of the week. Every time I masturbated the old man I marked an ‘x’ — each ‘x’ meant I could subtract five dollars from the rent at the beginning of the month. Read more »