I went back to try to become an escort but got more that I bargained for PART 2 [MF,Bj, Descriptive]

PART 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n78a9r/i_20m_attempted_to_get_a_job_as_an_escort_but/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n78a9r/i_20m_attempted_to_get_a_job_as_an_escort_but/)

Upon reaching the building that I had enjoyed my stay at merely 24 hours prior, various thought clouded my mind envisioning the potential outcomes of my re-appearance, however I didn’t allow them to stop me and proceeded down the long corridor once again. I heard various murmurs from around and towards the end with none sounding like the voice of the girl I was predominantly there for. I’d arrived at the end and after poking my head around the corner, disappointed not to find her lighting my life back up.

I was unfortunately greeted by the guy I saw yesterday, after seeing me, he tensed a bit and uttered in a condescending way “Back again huh?” to which I responded “Yeah, I was cut short last time.” He was very displeased, clearly becoming territorial he proceeded with “Shame Luna aint in today, she seemed to really like you!” With a slight grin on my face acknowledging how unaware of just how much she liked me I replied “Now that’s nice, very flattering. Something tells me when I see her again she’ll tell me just how much she likes me.” With a face like a slapped ass he snapped back “Well that aint happening anytime soon seeing as though she’s mine, and not fucking yours.” I slightly re-adjusted myself, knowing just how wound up I knew I could get him we were interrupted by an opening door.

My girlfriend wore her prom dress to cheat on me [MF] [Cuckold/Cheating]

This story takes place in my junior year of college. By this time, Chloe and I were well beyond the point of “testing the waters” in terms of the non-monogamous aspects of our relationship. Most of the rules we set initially had been broken, and those that remained served more as guidelines than actual boundaries. This made it more difficult for me to cope with the emotional impact of watching my girlfriend spread her legs for other men time and time again, but it made it all the more erotic as well. It also opened the door to some new possibilities, which made our relationship even more exciting.

Anyway, the event that catalyzed this story was one of Chloe’s sorority functions. Every few years, the sorority held a formal dance, with all the girls in their nicest dresses and the guys in three-piece suits. Chloe was generally more than happy to have any excuse to get dolled up, so she went all out for the event. She had me pay for her to get her nails done, and I ended up ordering her a new pair of heels to wear as well. The dress she chose was the same dress she wore to her senior prom, the very same prom I had taken her to over three years prior. Of course, she fit into it easily, still as petite at 21 as she had been at 18, and she looked absolutely stunning.

The Black Eye [consensual] [hotwife] [first time]

I have a black eye. A shiner. I don’t know why they call it a “shiner.” It doesn’t shine. It just hurts. Who gave it to me? Well, a well-built African American named Jerry hit me just to the left of my nose and seriously bruised my left eye. I’m lucky he was an inch off or he would likely have broken my nose. It is pertinent that he was just beginning to fuck my wife, Julie. Is that language too coarse for you? Okay. He was starting to shag her; screw her; bang her; have sexual intercourse with her. Don’t let that fact lead your mind to the wrong impression. I guess I’ll have to explain.

It took many, many years for my wife to accept the fact that a man could truly love his wife and enjoy the thought of her having sex with another man. I brought it up in our fantasies during foreplay, we read erotic stories about hotwives, we even saw some amazing videos of wives having sex with other men; BBC being the one that would cause her to get instantly wet between her gorgeous legs and her pussy to open up wide. Getting to that first sexual encounter was a feat of monumental and painfully SLOW acceptance on her part.

Adeline

Part 1

I remember the first time I saw her. It was my first day at work, and immediately my eyes were drawn to her face. She had long, silky smooth hair, dark, peircing eyes and fair, unblemished skin. _Perfect_, I remember thinking, and until this day I stand by the opinion that was the only word that could accurately describe her.

She had a great body, too. Muscular limbs, broad shoulders and a pair of breasts larger than any I had seen before. She must have noticed me staring though, because she winked at me slyly and pulled up her short for a second to reveal that she had nothing underneath. _Name’s Adeline_ she had said, then walked away, swinging her hips back and forth as she left.

I nearly came then and there.

In the week after that, I fell in love with Adeline. Day after day she flirted with me, and we started to make more and more excuses to spend time with each other.

Then, finally, the day came when she invited me over to her house.

Copacabana – The secret resort (Part 1)

Me and my girlfriend (now wife) love travelling. On our trips, we love meeting new people and exploring places. This is about the time we went to Goa 2 years back.

Here it goes –

My girlfriend Sharon is a friendly and adventurous girl. She loves travelling much more than me. It was her idea to book a resort in South Goa. As we had been to Goa before, we were not interested in touristy things or sightseeing. We just wanted to lie down and chill on the beach to unwind from our work life.

It was a cold February night. We reached at the resort at midnight. Owner was a beautiful woman in her late 30s. She allotted a hut to us. We were extremely tired from the travel, so we went right to bed.

The next morning, I woke up with a hardest hardon I’d ever had. Maybe it was the sea breeze, and sound of waves crashing, but it was pretty unusual.

I cuddled Sharon trying to see if she’d wake up and be ready for sex. But she was still sound asleep. So I went for a walk on the beach. Whole place was nearly empty. There were only a handful people in the resort. They were setting up the buffet for breakfast.

The Switch Up part 1 [MF]

The Switch up
Part 1
By Tywill

Andre makes his way home and stops at the florist to purchase some lilies for Nina, along with a nice bottle of Stella Rosa Black. This was his way of displaying his appreciation and affection for her ability to influence him. After a long day of working at the warehouse, Andre realized no one was home. Days and days of not being able to see his girl, he arranges a remarkable night. He cooks her favorite dinner, chicken and shrimp Alfredo. He then sets the dinner table for two, arranging the flowers in the center of the dinner table. This is what he’s been needing for weeks, time with his lady.

(Part 3) The night I used my sleeping husband: the finish [MF]

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n4s5j8/part_1_the_night_i_used_my_sleeping_husband_how/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n5huh5/part_2_the_night_i_used_my_sleeping_husband_first/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Final part of this trilogy. I’ve written this from my husbands perspective for a change so I hope it reads well! Also included a little gif of myself in the outfit mentioned so you get a better visual ? enjoy!

I feel her wake up.

I flutter my eyes open but I see only darkness. What time is it? I don’t remember an alarm going off and in my confusion I try to get up.

I’m stopped.

A gentle pull on my wrists makes me realized I’m restrained. A blindfold covers my eyes and from what I can guess our leather cuffs keep my arms tied loosely to the corners of the bed. “Ummm hello?” I question the darkness, unsure of my surroundings. A cool breeze rolls over my toes and up to my cock.

I’m naked.

And hard? What’s going on? What is she up to and was I unconscious? Why did I just wake up.

Then there’s light.

Her fingers lift the blindfold and the room starts to come into focus, faintly illuminated by the en-suite light.

The Age of Blackstone – Ride the Storm, pt3

Without hesitation, there was a roar, a rumble and crack of lightning that heralded the Storm’s leap onto Blackstone. He had no time to catch his breath as the air around him chilled to the point that it hurt to breathe. The elemental slammed him to the misty ground. Even with his superhuman physique, the armored warrior was nearly crushed by the pounce.

The Storm began to grind herself against Blackstone. He felt a growing warmth surging from between her legs. If she were human, this would be expected – her juicy mound would be slicking and wet. Yet the Storm was a being who was a force of nature. Her sexual warmth was like the growing heat of a sun, her moisture was like an approaching rain.

Knowing the key was in satisfying the creature and surviving, the warrior lunged his head forward, burying his face in-between her large, jiggling bosom. Her electric nipples had an ozone flavor to them but the warrior sucked them all the same. They swelled and hardened in his mouth. The Storm began to moan in passion. Her wetness began to pour down his armored leg. Just when she loosened her powerful grip, the man took the opportunity.

The Age of Blackstone – Ride the Storm, pt2

Fort was rebuilding from the attack. New roofs were being installed. The gargantuan gates were being

Inside the barely standing town hall, the locals were meeting. Sabuk was seated before the entire room.

Blackstone stood in the room. He listened to seemingly endless debate and incessant arguing. The armored wandered turned and shifted in his stance as if he could find no comfort.

Sabuk smiled at the giant man’s growing impatience.

Finally, Blackstone had had enough.

“Your problem is an elemental.”

“A what?”

“An elemental, a type of entity which appeared during the Third Age, the Manifestation. Normally they appear for a short period of time and return to the ethereal world from whence they came. But this one…I believe she is trapped.”

Manning’s brow furrowed.

“Trapped?”

Blackstone’s horn-helmeted head nodded. His eyes simmered.

“Yes, and I believe it is through massive energy generated by a human being that this ‘Storm’ can free herself of this realm and return home.”

Manning frowned up even more.

“Massive energy?”

“Sexually. She is claiming your males not out of tribute but, through her madness, she is trying to go home.”

Blackmail 23 – Boss Date Pt 7 Final (F, blackmail, fiction)

I laid on a bed completely exhausted.

My mind was a big pile of goo utterly destroyed and broken thanks to my *admirer* now *boss* with the unique name of Miles.

My body was drenched in sweat both from me and from Miles.

My hair has the perfect fuck me hair do going as I knew it was completely tangled and wet from the vigorous activity that just took place.

My nipples tingled from all the attention they got as they remained hard like diamonds in the cool aired conditioned room.

My chest felt semi sore as my breasts shook so much from the activity I had just finished.

My pussy was happy….sore….sensitive….and leaking my *admirer’s* freshly milked hot cum.

I was fucking satisfied as I had finally FINALLY gotten dick after my *admirer* had *tormented* my body throughout dinner in which I had basically exhibitioned my body to anyone in view of us like I was auditioning for his attention.

The dinner in question my *admirer* decided to turn on my devices causing my body and mind to be too distracted that my stomach was growling demanding sustenance as a louder voice demanded the illustrious feel good otherwise known as an orgasm.