Late to Dinner (Part 5) [M37/F25] [D/s] [Daddy/little girl] [Public play] [Humiliation] [Edging]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wtf79v/late_to_dinner_part_1_m37f25_ds_anal_humiliation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wuacgw/late_to_dinner_part_2_m37f25_ds_controlled_orgasm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wuzv71/late_to_dinner_part_3_m37f25_ds_daddylittle_girl/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wxgfl6/late_to_dinner_part_4_m37f25_ds_daddylittle_girl/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I wasn’t sure if it was the oysters, the martini or daddy’s perfectly cut fingernails tickling my neck, but I was in a daze of arousal. Everyone at the table decides to head to a bar close by and I want to scream in frustration.

“Come on, Lilly.” Lilly… I go by Lillian, but for daddy he can call me Lilly. He’s standing up with his long arm held out to me. I grab his hand and he pulls me close and embraces me for a moment in the middle of the restaurant while kissing my head.

“I will meet you all there,” Damian told the group as they head to catch their Uber. He places my head in between his hands and tilts my head up not breaking eye contact for a long minute.

an evening bath with peaches 🍑 [M/F 20s] [voy] [fantasy]

He wasn’t supposed to be there.
 
He had arrived early and was sitting in a small room of the house—watching the dancing silhouettes of cigarette smoke slither and snake through the last rays of sunlight that fell through the shutters.
 
It was the sound of water falling on porcelain that pulled him out of his ethereal evening dream. Unsure if it was new, or if his senses were dulled by an absent mind, he rose—the worn maroon leather of the armchair creaking as it shifted and rubbed in the absence of his weight.
 
He placed the pad of each of his feet with militaristic precision—moving over the old pine floors like a crane patiently ambling towards opportunity. The sound of music and song swelled as he moved down the hallway. Finally, his face against the door frame and body pressed against the cool drywall, he pressed the brass door handle forward only slightly—allowing fresh plumes off steam to pour through the bright crevice.
 
Long, cream-colored limbs bathed in orange light danced in the reflection of his eyes like ripe peaches bobbing in a bucket of water. Water whipped across the partly opaque shower curtain, followed by innocent but inviting cheeks now pressed clearly into view. The smell of essential oils and soaps was reminiscent of a spa in a land he had yet to visit.
 
With a still head and unmoving eyes, he slowly pulled the shirt from his torso and let the rest of his garments fall from his waist. Already stiff and aching from the scene, he reached down to grab the sensation—tugging on it with the slow diligence of someone stirring honey.
 
The moment ceased abruptly as the sound of falling water came to a halt and the shower curtain rang open. He threw himself against the wall to avoid notice—the cool drywall a relief against his flushed face and hot limbs.
 
Patting her face dry, she paused—her whisky-colored eyes pouring over the fluffy white towel and onto the corner of a shirt protruding from the door frame. Flushed with a red mixture of excitement and fear and now keenly aware of her intruding voyeur, she turns around with a coy smirk. Walking towards the window, she pauses—letting the towel drop with a hollow thud on the pine floor, and bends over to open the stained glass window and let in some cool summer air.
 
As she leans back into the room, he drapes himself onto her—his long stiff shaft running over her vulva, his hips pressed magnetically against her soft cheeks, his warm chest against her back, and arms crossed in front of her torso to cup each of her falling breasts. Kissing the baby hairs on her neck with gentle affection, she shudders ecstatically as goosebumps ripple across her skin and her dark nipples prick up between his fingers…

The Talkshow [CFNM, precum, cum, fantasy] [18+] Part 5

“Max, would it be ok if I try some the old fashioned way?” Asked Dr. Smith with a naughty grin on her face?

“Uh sure!” I stammered.

Dr. Smith was only maybe 5 feet tall, and my cock was standing at full attention. She barely had to bend over as she held my cock and brought the head to her mouth. Seeing my cock so close to her beautiful lips was incredible, and as she parted them my cock flexed and a stream of precum shot into her mouth and on to her lips and chin. I had never squirted like that, but I was so horny.

She was momentarily shocked, but then her expression began to change, resembling that of Donna’s from before. She licked her lips and used her fingers to feed herself the rest that was on her face, licking her fingers like a wild woman. She looked up at me, and then took my cock head in to her mouth, milking my shaft with her hands. I could feel myself shooting more in to her mouth. I could barely stand up.

The Talkshow [CFNM, precum, cum, fantasy] [18+] Part 4

“Uh…three…” I said, somewhat sheepishly. I had not had a lot of partners, which made this all the more intense.

“How did they react?” She continued.

“Well they all commented on it and couldn’t really believe it. They thought I was tricking them somehow. I dunno. I don’t have a lot of experience so I didn’t think much about it. I think my relationships have not lasted partly because of insecurities on their part. They all thought I would cheat since I have..uh…this.” I said pointing at myself.

“Well if it’s ok with you shall we have Donna be the fourth?” The crowd clapped and cheered. Donna continued to be transfixed by what she was doing.

“Take this Donna,” said Dr. Smith, handing her a small plastic spoon. “Milk some precum on to the spoon if you can.”

Donna didn’t question it, but placed the spoon under my opening and squeezed my cock head, emptying a whole spoonful.

“Now taste it!” Ordered Dr. Smith.

“I can’t!” Donna stammered. “I just…”

“Go ahead Donna,” reassured Dr. Smith, with the crowd shouting encouragement as well. I glanced over at the couch and saw three hungry faces.

[MFFFF, 21+] College girls become freeuse for one night, for one horny guy (reverse gangbang)

Kevin had accepted the offer. 

He wouldn’t stop ranting about it to Owen, who listened with an (apparent) sympathetic ear.

“I don’t know what the *fuck* they are gonna do to me. I should ask her to call it off. Should I ask her to call it off?”

“Kevin, deal’s a deal, unfortunately.”

“Yeah, but. This is just outrageous.”

Owen laughed, “Outrageous?”

“Well, *you* didn’t agree to it.”

Owen just laughed harder. Then, in a softer voice he said, “Every single guy out on campus wants to be you right now. Relax a bit.”

“Some of the stuff she asked… I don’t know.”

“So what? You’ll help them out and get back home by morning. Enjoy the ride. Get me a few numbers too while you’re at it. Hot ones only.”

Kevin would most certainly not be collecting any numbers. He’d known Sophia for more than a decade now. They had grown pretty close during their school years, and even though they’d always considered each other “friends”, there had been a sexual undercurrent to their relationship, particularly in recent years. Oh, it sounded grand but it had never progressed beyond the occasional touch and a bit of flirting. He still considered her a friend first. So her asking him… it had been super weird. 

Unexpected hero (M32/F22, Slow Burn)

I hate having to stay overnight in the truck stop parking. It couldn’t be avoided with this load. I can’t make the drop until the facility opens in the morning. Most truck stops are noisy and filthy. Sometimes you’re interrupted all night by girls working the lot. Some guys are into that, but I don’t like to pay for my pleasure. I have been listening to a girl getting railed in the truck next to me. What I can’t tell is if she is enjoying it or crying, the sounds coming from her sound muffled and strained. I turn up my radio and start getting ready for bed. It isn’t my business.

I was just starting to fall asleep when a pounding started at my passenger door.

“Open up please. Hello, please open up, I… I… I need help.”

I start to get out of my bunk. Feeling cautious. Listen, these truck stops are a crime haven, this could easily be a fucking scam to rob my ass. Not that they would get much, I don’t carry a ton of cash, but I grabbed my Glock, and kept my hand behind my back as I went to the front of my truck. I looked out the passenger window and there was no one. Then she started at the drivers side. Surprised the shit out of me.

An Enouncounter by the Cabin [CNC] [M21, F21, M21]

Snowdrifts were on either side of the road, pushed aside by carts or horses. Overhead, a breeze brushed the snow from the pines and sent them drifting downward. Lucile brushed the snow from her hair, and her other hand tightened on the reigns of her horse as she looks around the woodland. It was growing dark, and up ahead was the familiar traveler’s cabin she would use on every excursion like this. It was another half day’s ride to the next village, and she neither wanted to ride through the night or regret having left later in the day from her own.

The cabin itself was snow-covered as well. There were no prints to mar the snow about it, either of man or beast. Travel was little in these days, dangerous as the roads were. It was a small place, though large enough to fit a bed, kitchenette, and a fireplace. She brought her horse to a stop outside of it, and took the time to take off its saddle, lay a blanket over its back, and tie the reigns to the hitching post outside the cabin.

Our Night in the shower(Part 2)[M31/F30][Oral][Intimate][Wholesome]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wzm2hg/our_night_in_the_shower/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I could feel the sponge slide up and down my shaft further prolonging and intensifying my erection. It was pulsating full of power again even after what we did earlier that night. All because you knew how to make me feel amazing and be the man who I’m supposed to be. Yours. You didn’t miss a spot and even helped me clean my balls. You were very thorough. I could then feel you pulling back my veiny foreskin to start cleaning the tip. God it felt so good.

You let the soap rinse off my cock with the water that flowed down my body. You made sure my skin was still pulled back so the water wouldn’t miss a spot. You surprised me by following up with your mouth and put the entire tip inside of it. I could feel your tongue twirling around my tip and I almost lost my balance because of the sensation. You know me through and through. Knew exactly what I liked and started taking me in further and further.

Our Night in the Shower [M31/F30][oral][Intimate][Wholesome][Part 1]

That same Friday night.

As we finished our little adventure on the couch we started to clean up our mess. We made jokes here and there of what was on tv. I removed the cushion from the couch that was covered in our love stains.

I was in nothing but my boxers carrying around my dirty clothes and the cushion and felt completely sticky from our lovemaking earlier. We got so sweaty and nasty but to me it’s always worth it.

I saw you going up the staircase wearing nothing but your panties and a shirt that was covering up your big breasts with just one button. I quickly followed you as we made our way to the washing machine.

“Are you staring at my butt?” You asked. “What answers do you want me to say to that.” I said laughing. But then I answered with yes and you said you would look at mine as well if you had the chance.

We stood next to the washing machine and sorted the clothes that were caught in the love collateral.
“What about what we’re wearing right now? Better if we wash that stuff too right?”

Collaboration [M20sF20s] [Mind Control] [Demons] [Dubcon]

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It was a crisp Wednesday morning as Aaron Kent, a young, freshly hired Psychology Instructor, stood at the head of his auditorium classroom, looking over the collection of semi-attentive students gathered for his Developmental Psychology course.

Aaron took a breath, mentally running through the lecture’s conclusion before speaking. “Before we end today, we’ll just take a quick look at the next subject we’ll be covering.” He turned to the wide whiteboard behind him, writing in large blocky letters ‘Learning and Memory.’

He double checked his spelling before nodding and returning his attention to the class. Some thirty odd pairs of eyes stared back at him. For not the first time that semester, Aaron felt out of his element. The students in his care were all barely a decade his junior, but for someone like him—a man who had spent his entire educational career, from kindergarten to graduate school, in private religious schools—they might as well have been a different species.

His hand rose and adjusted his tie, allowing him the precious spare seconds he needed to collect himself.