Beth is taken by her dad’s friend [Older guy/ Young woman]

Beth blinked at her computer. She re-read her mail again. The words didn’t change, as she thought it would. It read, ‘Congratulations! You’re hired.’ Beth clasped her hands together and ran out of her room and hugged her mother.

Beth had been job hunting for more than a year after college. It had been an ordeal, especially under the gaze of her parents. But, where else could she stay? She had to move into her parents’ house after she completed college and after an extensive job hunt with multiple interviews and heartbreaks – she finally had landed a job offer. But there was one concern.

Beth faced her father, ‘Dad, I have to move to `the city.’

Her dad looked at her and said, ‘Yeah! Seems so. But all the good jobs are in the city.’

Beth looked down. Her family was not the most affluent, financially. Her dad’s savings ended up in the house they bought in the suburbs. The EMIs were still high and her mom was a homemaker. Beth knew it would be difficult for her dad to support her set up in the city.

A Fantasy of Desire

She watched as he manipulated his cock in his hands. Fingers enclosing around the shaft, closed fist falling and rising over and over again. His manhood growing harder with every stroke. She couldn’t help but use him as she fantasized, fingers trailing down her stomach beneath her silk panties already damp with need. She found her throbbing clit, engorged and aching to be touched. As she watched his cock pass through his open fist, grazing his palm, fingers sliding across his skin, over the rigid veins, she couldn’t help but indulge her newest desire. Instantly her mind was transported while she touched herself. She stood over him ready to have what she so desperately needed. She straddled him and lowered herself down. He entered her womb with such ease and yet her breath was stolen by the pleasure she felt. She rode him up and down until she collapsed onto him one last time. Every inch of her body lit up with electricity. He pulled her head back and exposed her neck, kissing and biting while he continued to use her body, seeking his own release. He pushed himself inside of her one last time and found ecstasy awaiting him.

My Inappropriate School [F][erotica][teacher-student][extracredit]

Becka sat patiently at her desk as the rest of the classroom poured into the hallway like wildebeest following their instincts to the watering hole, only it was final period, so the buses and student parking lot was where they were headed. Becca, on the other hand, had more important priorities than going home.

Sliding her notebook into her light blue backpack, she took her time zipping her bag up until all the students had left her English classroom. Mr. Probst was at the front of the classroom wiping down the white board with his dry eraser. Becka knew most girls could overlook Mr. Probst as being too nice guy looking. He was articulate, always wore tucked in and ironed shirts, and wore glasses most days instead of contacts. He was also quite the polite man. Even on the days when Becka and other high school girls came to school dressed like complete sluts and knowing they were running the risk of having one of the moody old hags of the female teacher lot send them home or force them to where the ‘communal hoody and sweat pants,’ Mr. Probst wouldn’t look down at Becka’s cleavage or up her short skirt as she bent over purposefully by him.

Drive-In Seduction • Chapter 12 • Correlation

The next Friday, Sally had convinced her mom to let Lenny borrow the station wagon to go to the movies with her. Amanda had been impressed with the sudden maturity her daughter had shown of late, beginning with the thorough cleaning Sally gave her bedroom while her wayward brother was being delivered to his college boot camp.

Sally stopped whining about her chores, and even took on a few extra tasks, like vacuuming and doing dishes without being asked, and cooking dinner a couple times that week, so that Amanda came home from a hard day on her feet to a nice sit-down dinner.

She was so impressed that she was putty in Sally’s hands when her daughter asked if Lenny could borrow the car. Amanda was no fool; she suspected something happened between the two of them the previous weekend, but Sally had a couple factors going in her favor.

First of all, Amanda knew and trusted Lenny, and knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure Sally got home safe. She also knew Lenny would be gone in a couple weeks to the Army, so that any relationship drama would be short and sweet. The final straw was that Sally had been on the Pill for several months now, to regulate her periods, so if Nature took its course with these two, she was protected.

My Best Friend Part 23 (fiction, plot, love, cons, friends)

Time dwindled away as daylight passed more. The entire time the girls: Amanda, Jeanette, Sara, and the twins; have been hiding up in my room. I have already made a nice habanero chicken salad for lunch in which the girls partook of lunch but after they ate they immediately went back upstairs.

At first I thought they had something up their sleeve but now I knew they had a trick up their sleeve.

But I also knew the longer they dawdled around the less sensitive their lower region will be and the more leeway I have to win in my contest. The gods were in my favor of me winning. So I let them fuck around until the absolute last possible minute.

I must have watched four different hour long cooking programs about french cooking recipes, cake techniques, southern cuisine, and putting soul into your cooking before the girls emerged from their hiding spot for the since 10am…my room.

And by the girls I mean all of them: Amanda, Jeanette, Sara, the Twins, and my cousin Moira. All of them aside from Moira were completely stark naked. The sight of them made it extremely difficult to keep the blood that is in my brain there and not let some to most of it travel south to my brainless head.

Step Sister Corruption Part 41 – Day 4 A Taste of Exhibition (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

Have you ever had plans that instantly went to shit?  Then try to salvage your plans somehow?

Yes that was us.

We didn’t get far into the Arcade’s adult store on the 2nd floor before a deep voiced man yelled, “Hey you can’t be in here like that.”

We all looked over to the gentleman standing behind the register like deer in a headlight.  The gentleman behind the counter who looked like a mix between your typical pervert and biker with an obvious biker leather vest sighed at us and pointed towards a sign as he spoke, “No nudity here.”

We all looked at the combo of signs but the one he pointed towards that read ‘No Nudity!’

I wanted to point out to the gentleman that the few times I had been here I had personally caught people who obviously were breaking this particular rule.  Hell I’m sure minus Kelly there would be someone who was blatantly breaking this particular rule.  I just had to find them.

Summer whispered to us, “I’ll take care of this.  Just wait right here.”

I watched Summer walk over to the person standing behind the counter before I scanned the area to help prove my point.

Xx/xy Part 2 (fiction, gender transformation, M, M/F, taboo)

I come to with the obvious smell of sulfur and a light tapping to my face.

I blinked beyond the cobwebs and groaned, “Uhhh….what happened?”

A male voice, “You’re back to being a male brother.”

I shot up, brushing past my brother, knocking him to the side. I stood in front of the mirror to see I was back to being a male.

The underwear I was wearing were either broken or torn. Apparently my male chest was much larger than his daughter’s frame so that snapped and was hanging by the straps. Her underwear that I was wearing didn’t fair much better. It was hanging on just one leg, the strap snapped as my hips widened while I was out.

I’m glad I was out for that pain but I had bruises now.

I silently thanked I was a male again. Though if I’m honest I was kind of disappointed that I was no longer female.

I was beginning to get used to having a gorgeous female body. Though the obvious mass in the front was weird. And I had come into some obvious problems….like using the bathroom.

Lunch Break [MF] [sexting at work] [jacking off in the car]

**10.02 a.m.**
Look who finally showed up!
**10.02 a.m.**
Looking a little tired.

***10.03 a.m.***
*So help me god. x*

**10.04 a.m.**
You think god’s taking calls from you?

***10.05 a.m.***
*You’re distracting me. x*

**10.06 a.m.**
I know, I’m the worst.
**10.07 a.m.**
Remember that time you said you wanted to shag at work?

***10.08 a.m.***
*oh please don’t*
***10.09 a.m.***
*not today x*

**10.10 a.m.**
Not game?

***10.10 a.m.***
*Not strong enough. I wouldn’t make it.*

**10.11 a.m.**
You wouldn’t have to do a n y t h i n g xx

***10.13 a.m.***
*I hate you.*

**10.14 a.m.**
You love me. Xx

***10.15 a.m.***
*I do.*
***10.16 a.m.***
*Tragedy x*

**10.17 a.m.**
I’ll leave you alone now.
**10.17 a.m.**
Weakling.

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***12.06 p.m.***
*Fuck you.*

**12.10 p.m.**
Are you saying or asking?

***12.11 p.m.***
*Where are you?*

**12.13 p.m.**
Production meeting.
**12.13 p.m.**
Lots of nothing.
**12.13 p.m.**
Could have been an e-mail.

***12.14 p.m.***
*Can you skip?*

**12.16 p.m.**
Why? Got nowhere else to be.

I can feel you

As I lay here touching my wet pussy, I remember how you loved to eat me out.
You would make me cum over and over again until, I was nothing more than a limp rag doll.

You would lay next to my depleted naked body.
I wanted to return the favor but, dry mouthed,
And exhausted from the pleasure you gave me I could hardly move a muscle.

I rolled onto my side and unzipped your blue jeans.
Pulled your hard cock out and put it in my mouth.
You leaned over to the side table and grabbed a glass of water.
You handed me the glass.
Ah! Water never tasted so good!

My mouth was no longer dry but, every muscle in my body was weak from cuming so many times.

Laying next to you on my side again, I placed your dick in my mouth.
I tried to suck, it was no use.
I can’t get you off!

[FM] “What are you wearing right now.”

*“What are you wearing right now.”*

You don’t even bother to add the correct punctuation, and that assertion of your dominance alone makes my lips press together in a mix of frustration and arousal.

You don’t want to hear that I’m curled up on the couch in a big t-shirt from an ex while I finish up some work emails. No, not at all. The obscure logo on the front of the oversized treasure does nothing for you. But you don’t want me to lie to you either. No ‘Oh nothing, just lying around in my thong’. What you want to hear about hides in the details— doesn’t it?

I’m sure that you want to hear about the way my hair is tied up. A few fringe pieces in my face, framing my feminine features and full lips. The rest is collected high on the top of my head, tied into a ponytail that holds the dark curls from the day in a lackadaisical bunch. You want me to tell you how badly I want those curls to wrap around your thick digits while you pull my head in the direction you choose. Up. Down. Back. Whatever you want. I’ll behave. For now.