Category: eroticliterature

Angry Little Asian Roommate (Commissioned Work, Raceplay, Rough sex, Noncon/dubcon, Oversized cock, Cuckqueen, Gay2Str8?, Smegma)

He just wanted a place to stay that wasn’t far from campus, and hopefully some roommates to keep the price down. He was a quiet guy, he went to class, he went to work, he went to his room to play video games. But that first part had screwed him over. He was a guy. She hated that. And never let him forget it.

His roommate Hina was a fervent women’s lib studying man hater. And pretty proud of it. Her twitter profile was a blast of rainbow’s, pronouns, and gleeful man hating. She would squeal anytime she came up with a catchy new way of saying men were trash, and then post it and get several hundred like’s within the hour.

Her girlfriend thought it was a bit much, but was pretty sure it was all in good fun. Sometimes she felt bad for Dennis and how much abuse he got from Hina, but wasn’t really much of one to stand up to her. Molly was a cute midwestern girl who’d never dated a girl before, let alone one that stood out like Hina. Read more »

New Personal Assistant: The Interview (MF) (oral)

I barely heard the doorbell over my music. I first saw Mandy, the girl I needed to interview to be my personal assistant, went to get the door for her. I directed the pale skinned brunette to a couch in the living room. She wore a white button down shirt and black skirt. Appropriate for an interview, but more than tight enough to show her round ass straining against the seams.

I explained what her responsibilities were and that her predecessor struggled with the lifestyle and demands. “If I’m happy with your work, you will be very well rewarded. Do you think you can keep up and keep me happy?”

“Oh, I think I can. I’m a dedicated worker and…” Mandy casually slid her hand along her thigh, around the curve of her hips and up her side to her hair. My eyes were glued to her hand as it traced her body. “I think I know how best to keep a star like you happy.” Read more »

Icelandic Girl Encourages Boys to Jack-it with Her

[https://www.roscoeforthright.com/](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/)

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Jack it for me. Take of those pants and get comfortable. I am Bea Seadottir. An Icelandic girl, raised in France, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of Roscoe Forthright, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss and caress miraculous erect cocks.

You. You, wherever you are, watching this video. If you are a boy. Take out your smooth, soft cock. And jack it for me. You are my novice. My initiate. My student. I will teach you a thing or two. I wish to see your soft flesh grow full. Full and hard. Ready to take into my mouth. Squeeze your cock. Stroke your cock. Slap that little fellow around. As you watch Master Roscoe pump me from behind. He loves to hold my soft fanny, and slap against me. He loves to bury his aching cock inside me tight, warm, eager vagina. Read more »

Staying Employed, Part 11 (MF, Reluctance)

Ballard gave me a long look the next morning when we met before the day’s conference activities, but he said nothing. There had been no text the previous evening either, which surprised me. “My husband flew in two days early,” I told him with a shrug. I tried to be nonchalant about it. Maybe he’d take pity on me and let me off the hook. “He surprised me shortly before I was going to make my last meeting of the day,” I finished. It sounded a bit lame, even to me.

“We’ll discuss this next week,” was all Ballard said in response. He went about business as though nothing had happened, and I figured maybe he wasn’t really mad about it. I was wrong.

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“Do you have any idea what your failing to show up cost me?” Ballard asked me coldly the following week. It was like being doused in cold water. In my soul. I’d spent a few days with Keith on vacation, and I had even been able to pretend nothing was wrong. I’d convinced myself Ballard would give me a pass, and I could make it up to him somehow. Read more »

Samantha’s Transformation Part 3 [Futa] [Transformation] [Big Dick] [FFF] [Lesbian Orgy] [Futa Orgy]

*(This is a pretty direct continuation and I highly recommend reading at least part 2 for context)*

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Samantha didn’t have it in her to put on her clothes and go answer the door. After all, that would diverting attention away from her own cock, and that was unacceptable at the moment.

She closed her eyes as she stroked away. A flurry of girlish greetings began to fill the air, but she was too preoccupied and there was too much overlap in the speech for her to make out any individual voices.

Still, she was excited at the fact that others would be joining the party. She wondered if Indigo’s crowd would even be the sort to be shocked by a girl with a cock, or if they would see it as passe. She wondered if she could get them to stack up on each other, so she could fuck her way through a stack of asses. Her cock stiffened ever more at the thought. Despite her feminine curves, she was becoming quite the bro, always looking for a new place to shove her dick. She remembered that Indigo had promised to fuck her ass with her shiny new cock, and she stroked faster, breathed harder, and was on the verge of yet another orgasm when… Read more »

[MMM… FFFF…] The Devil’s Work – part severn

I’m left alone with Tabitha. She looks a sorrowful figure, obviously in considerable pain.

I pick up her smock and help her up from the chair. There is no point in putting it back on; we will not meet anyone between here and the crypt. I take her arm and guide her down the stairs to the cell. Once in the cell, I place her on the bench.

“I need to take off the clamps,” I tell her. “It will hurt when I do.” I know that it will hurt when the blood returns to her abused nipples, but I’m not sure how much. I suspect a lot – probably more than when I put them on. But they have to come off.

She nods. Again, I can see the terror in her eyes.

I take hold of the first clamp. I start undoing the wing nuts as quickly as I can, to try and get the pain for Tabitha over and done with.

Tabitha immediately begins screaming and writhing almost uncontrollably. It takes me all my effort to hold onto the clamp until I can remove it from her nipple. Read more »

The Starjumper Chronicle – Ch 1 (OC, Star Wars, Ahsoka, Creampie)

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[Content Note – This story starts in the Star Wars Universe but jumps to other universes during the story. Among them is the Starcraft universe. I’ll put the correct labels on each chapter.]

‘Come on, I’m so close,’

Kiiran thought as he continued to walk the halls of the station. Like half a dozen other stations that he had traveled through in recent months, the main walls of the station appeared to be retrofitted pieces of starship hulls, converted from smooth sailing behemoths of engines, shields and weapons that had been transformed into now nearly immobile floating satellites. Many of these structures had been simple outposts but the Clone Wars changed these small orbiting satellites into massive stations that garrisoned troops, protected frontiers and battle lines and served half a dozen other functions. It meant that for someone like Kiran, there were many places that serve as refuges and hidey holes for a character like him. The only problem was that the Greybell Station was currently in the hand of Republic forces. Read more »

Step Sister Corruption Part 78 – Day 36 Ginger’s plans (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

I can’t believe it’s finally here!

My special order finally came in but I feel the timing couldn’t be any worse.

This afternoon my daughter got extremely hurt during an unusual volleyball match with some girl’s that should have been flagged with obvious steroids.

How they didn’t get tested is beyond me.

And those little bitches played dirty by smacking that damn ball at high speeds hurting my daughter’s team one person at a time. And Kelly received the most damage from getting hit one face shot at a time.

After Gabe, my sweet sweet big cocked son, took Kelly to the hospital and we received his damage Kelly took. Bruised ribs, swollen eyes, broken nose, busted lip and other injuries.

Thank God she didn’t receive a concussion like a couple of her team mates.

Once we returned home my husband Jason rushed home from his finance meetings or whatever he called it. I was a little frantic calling him that Kelly was hurt from her volleyball match and was dealing with my daughter’s who were completely concerned for their sister.

And I couldn’t blame them. Read more »

She caught me masturbating and we fucked in the bar (Part 2) [MF]

Part 1 on my profile ;)

Bella pushed me down to the floor, my cock pointing straight up in the air. She stripped down to her undershirt and grabbed my cock with her hand. For a second, I thought I was getting another magnificent blowjob—I wasn’t complaining, though. I had been dreaming of seeing that undershirt right in front of me, and now that the moment was finally here I was forcing myself not to jerk my dick.

She pulled the top of her undershirt down to reveal her massive boobs, which were barely fitting in her bra. She grabbed them, squeezing them and moving them in circles. “You like my tits?” Bella asked in a sexy voice after seeing my eyes widen.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I brought my hand to my dick and started stroking faster, harder than I had ever done before. But before I could even get comfortable with it, she moved my hand away.

“That’ll be my job, now,” she whispered into my ear, shaking her head. I was more turned on then ever. I didn’t think even her blowjobs could satisfy me now. Read more »

A Scene In A Chelsea Studio [MF, Vanilla]

In the soft, white studio space, the model posed for him as she had done the many other times. She lay on the white set of steps to the fire-escape, scantily clad in the white lingerie the agency had provided for this spread.

Light filtered in through the lace curtains, showing all the curves to her form as he expertly took each shot, encouraging her softly from pose to pose. She knew the white, lacy lingerie didn’t faze him as he’d seen everything that was under it before. It was all pretty routine at this point, but she knew the sooner they finished, the sooner she would return to those steady, firm arms.

After another hour and another outfit change, she lounged on the massive custom couch in a seductive pose, light filtering through the window. She tried her best to tease him with the skimpy leather lingerie, following his directions but being sure to also show him exactly what she knew he liked. Languid, open poses almost as if she were inviting him to take her right there, on the couch, filled the camera roll. She was especially proud of her heels, black stilettos hanging off the ends of her legs resting on the arm at the ends of the massive cushions. Read more »