A Rough Night pt 2 – Domestic Bliss (futa) (rough) (femdom) (domination) (assplay) (ball worship) (cumshot)

**Probs the longest story I’ve written yet! Hope you guys enjoy this one. My futa stories seem to be my most popular…pervs…**

**Find part 1 here:** [https://www.reddit.com/user/Blu-trees/comments/lcirmw/a_rough_night_mf_prostate_orgasm_denial_femdom/](https://www.reddit.com/user/Blu-trees/comments/lcirmw/a_rough_night_mf_prostate_orgasm_denial_femdom/)

*All characters are of legal age and my own creation. Any similarities are coincidental.*

Things were going pretty well for Dan.

Three years after his encounter with the alluring lady of the night Zoe he was a new man. He had a new job, a new house and a new wife.

But still something was missing.

Dan was in the kitchen of his new Aspen home making himself a morning cup of coffee, when his knockout wife Alexa came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist and planted several soft kisses along his neck trailing up to his jaw.

“Good morning you.”

“Morning hon.” She nuzzled into him. He could feel her downstairs ‘friend’ poking into his ass.

“Mmm…do you have to go to work now? Can’t you come back to bed for a little longer?”

Dan rolled his eyes at his wife.

“*No*. I know you. A little longer will be all day I know it.” That was the struggle of having a Futa wife, her libido was absolutely out of control.

B.ack Tie Event

She switches on the lights and he closes the door behind her. She cannot stop thinking about that wonderful gala event. The electricity in the air, the whirlpool of colours, the sparkles. Wow. They had already been to many impressive charity galas, but this one at the Met was quite something.

Such contrast with the quietness of their flat. With the stillness of the Manhattan skyline in the night.

She could never grow tired of the serenity of this view. She simply loved it. Her husband had dimmed the lights down so she could better enjoy the scenery from inside. No reflection on the window wall.

*“Honey, are you coming?”*

He wraps his arms around her from behind. A bit of warmth and privacy after the excitation of the public evening.

He is holding her tight. Really tight. She can feel his breath in her hair.

He lowers his right hand between her legs, and grabs her there.

Her heart skips a beat.

His hand is firm. She can feel each of his fingers even through the fabric of her evening dress.

Part -2 [Sexting]

Hi

Hope everyone is in good health. This is chapter 2 – Sexting.

Before I dive into the story, I wanted to share something. About 6 months ago, I came across a Tinder profile that says, “Dom needed for SEXTING”. It also had Snapchat along with it. Snapchat is the best platform for sexting, she can be vulnerable and send me photos and videos, coz she will know if I take a screenshot and on top of that the whole thing is gone after 24hrs. Around 11 pm she adds me, I text the usual “Hi, how are you?” and this lovely lady replies “Are you a man or not??” Her response pissed me off, I had never sexted in my life before that. But I knew I had to do something about this little ant. And that is how I embarked on this wonderful journey.

After this encounter, I knew I had it in me and tried to get even better at it. This is what I try to do when I’m playing with someone, the obvious, help them have the best possible orgasm/s, make sure they feel safe and they are in their comfort zone. You definitely want to push them to their limits, but never ask or blackmail them to something they are not willing to do. While it is going on I like to be referred to as sir (there are multiple reasons behind that, but that a story for a different time).

[Mf] [Str8] [Oral] [PIV] [Affair] [Cheat] – A Chance Encounter (pt 2)

**If you want to start from the beginning, [click here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l9ddgf/mf_str8_oral_affair_cheat_a_chance_encounter)**

Our footfalls resonate in a slightly chaotic rhythm in the stairwell as we walk up to the fifth floor. You wave your watch near the reader and a tinny beep and loud clank acknowledges that the door is now unlocked. I hold it with a grin as you fumble your mask back on. I follow, pushing my mask back up for the ubiquitous hallway cameras. You lead the way to your room, holding my hand. I find the gesture both endearing and intensely erotic. I want to stop you to ask if you are okay with all of this, but your quick pace and tight grip on my hand tells me all that I ever needed to know. We reach your room, and you open the door, pulling me in. Your eyes dance as you pull of my mask and then yours. The space between our lips collapse as you kiss me intently, pressing me against the door. The taste of you is a heady mix of cocktails and my semen. Our deep kiss is interrupted by the insistent pinging of the new normal. “Jesus fucking Christ,” you burr as we break our kiss, fishing for our phones. “How did people ever fuck before these goddamned notifications,” you enquire, your eyes meeting mine. I grin as I tap the menu granting consent for the night, met by a chime on your phone. “Well, Hannah, It took a successful wooly mammoth hunt and a few blood sacrifices back in the day,” I quip as I am met by your charming laughs.

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Helping Out at School [MF] [Part 3]

Here is part three. As always, feedback is very appreciated! See parts one and two in my bio.

“Oh shit!” I thought, thinking that we had been caught by another teacher or the principal and were going to be fired. I quickly pulled out and picked up my pants, fumbling to get them back on. When I turned around, I saw Scarlett slowly walking toward me and Sadie, who was straightening out her dress.

“Now I see why you got so upset earlier Ms. Jones,” Said Scarlett in a playful voice. “You wanted to keep him all to yourself.” Scarlett was now standing inches away from me. Sadie and I stood there in silence, not knowing what to say. The red-haired teen broke the silence by saying, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell. I just want one thing.” Her small hands moved to my pants, feeling my still hard cock through the fabric. She got on her tiptoes and raised her lips to my ear and sensually whispered, “I just want your phone number.”

[inc] [piss] [breed] [drugs] My daughter’s OnlyFans (Part IV and last)

There’s something I didn’t know, father. I didn’t know it then. But I know it now. And it is my downfall. I promise I don’t have too much longer. I already took a lot of your time. But I am on the verge of losing everything I hold dear.
“Please just let me continue”, I implored the priest. I needed to unload my burden. I couldn’t hold it any longer. And I couldn’t think of anywhere else to unload it but a church, no voice could give me forgiveness but God’s. No man was powerful and merciful enough to listen to my story and still love the mess that I was, the disaster that I had unleashed.

After that night, my daughter and I met again. Multiple times. Maybe three times a week. She’d jerk me off. She’d let me cum in her hand, on her mouth, on her tits. Sometimes she’d let me watch her own pleasure. Listen to her moans. Her talk ever so aggressive, explicit, dirty. She’d talk of having my babies. She’d talk of letting me cum inside her raw. “I am not on the pill” she’d tell me as my cock thrust eagerly in her hand. It’s like she wanted to tempt me. It’s like she wanted me to just take her. “I am so wet and juicy” she’d remind me as I was about to cum. Like cumming in her hand was a sad sad second prize, and if I only had the courage, I could claim the most beautiful of all trophies: my daughter’s wet juicy fertile vagina.

A Longing Wife’s Adventure [MMF] [Cheating]

**I’d like to preface this by noting it’s my first time writing anything of this genre so any critiques would be lovely! Thank you. I hope you enjoy**

She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She faced her husband, feeling an untameable guilt. She wanted more.

…

When her husband left for his work trip the next morning, she decided to act on her impulses, and signed up for a casual sex app. Within the hour, she had made multiple matches, and set up a meeting with two men, unbeknownst to them.

The men were set to come for 8 p.m. that night. She prepared by cleaning her home, showering, and shaving her entire body. Once the sun set, she drew the curtains shut and waited for the men to arrive.

Not long after, she heard a knock at the door. She welcomed him in with a friendly hug and advised him they were waiting on a third party. The man looked puzzled, but obliged.

Once the second man had arrived, she led the men to the living room. She asked them to both take their seats in the twin armchairs, and walked to her bedroom. She undressed herself completely, and returned to the living room.

long Lost Lovers (FM)

Chapter 1

Gong Bar, London

52 floors up, he saw her. Sat by the window admiring the view over London as the sun was setting with a classic champagne on the table next to her small clutch bag. She looked breath-taking in her purple dress that flowed over her body, she didn’t see him enter the bar right away but as he got closer to her she seemed to sense something and turned, her face lit up with the smile that always stops him in his tracks. Her face looked as beautiful as the first day he saw it with her brown eyes that saw into his soul, the ones he knew he could love for a life time. When he began to walk again she stood with nothing but love in her smile, this was a tradition they’d started almost 5 years ago but every time they met in this place it meant only one thing, he was home, though never for long enough. As they embraced that didn’t matter though as time seemed to stop, his strong hands wrapped around her. She could feel his left hand around the bottom of her head and his right hand was on her butt cheek. Slowly he kissed her, a kiss that that made her heart quicken, a kiss she’d craved for too long. As he kissed her his grip tightened, she could feel his hand on the back of her head pull her in closer, whilst his right hand gripped her right butt cheek. He could feel her underwear underneath the dress and could only imagen just how amazing she would look with the dress removed. The moment only lasted a couple second but to them it showed everything they love about one another, there lust for one another, there pure passion.

Best friends mom Part 4

After work I was always the horniest. It didn’t help I had a brief dry spell and I started using weed during/after work quite frequently. Not that I needed much of a stimulant but pretty much as soon as the other euphoric effects kicked in so did the extra bulge.

This particular night it was way stronger than normal. I got home and only had about 8hrs before my next shift. I went straight to the shower to cleaned up, the bulge didn’t let up the entire shower, felt so nice to stroke it too. Decided I would enjoy that fully later in bed, but first I needed to get my uniform in the washer.

I noticed the door to laundry room open and W was folding laundry…..i was very buzzed and nearly tripping over my erection , but for some reason I was fearless.

It was like I was in a dream. I was in just my underwear, and i adjusted my bulge so it was less a pup tent and more a very visible outline…and marched on in with my clothes to the washing machine