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Jess (MF, cheating, public)

I was walking around the store, looking for some pants to buy. It was coming up on winter and I needed something new that was going to keep me warm.

I had a handful, maybe 3-4 different styles and sizes, when I approached the counter. At the store it was required for an employee to count the merchandise and assign a changing room.

You were working the counter. Long brown hair, amazing brown eyes. Your work shirt showing the tiniest bit of cleavage. Your name tag reads Jess.

“I’d like to try these on.” I tell you.

You take them out of my hand and count them, “No problem, follow me to a dressing room.”

As I walk behind you I can’t help but stare at your perfectly round ass swaying back and forth with each step in your pants. My cock starts to harden.

You open the door for me and say “Here you go, let me know if I can help”. As you look back at me you catch me still staring at your ass, I red with embarrassment, you smirk like you are devising a plan. Read more »

The Horse Rider [Beast] [MF]

The tin roof of the stable warmed the night air, still burning hot from a day of exposure to the blazing sun. The horses brayed in delight as Sandy pushed open the doors, their weathered creaks alerting the horses to her presence. Sandy walked past the chestnut mares, their soft fur coats glistening in the beams of moonlight that had broken through the shelter’s roof. She ignored the mares, instead striding with purpose toward the far end of the stables. There, nestled as far away from the female horses as possible, was the stable’s only stallion, a breeding horse named Ace.

Sandy smiled as she reached the stallion’s pen. Ace was a large, stocky horse, with a dark, ebony coat. She stood there, staring in awe at the horse’s sheer size. Sandy stood at about 5’3, short for a sixteen-year-old. She had a petite figure, her loose, blonde hair just reaching her shoulders. Her pale skin stood out against the stallion as she brushed him down. Ace towered above her, a full foot taller. Read more »

The masseuse (spontaneous)

I’ve recently watched a short video…… OK I’ve often seen the Czech massage videos which inspired this shirt story. I hope you enjoy it and give me feedback. Read more »

I’m going to need to massage your breasts…

“Honestly, if your pecs are sore, we should massage them. You’ll be so tight if we don’t.”

“You mean, like…. my chest?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I dunno….”

“I’m very professional, I promise. But the muscles are behind your breasts. There’s only one way to help. Massaging in your armpits helps, but it’s not going to alleviate the pain.”

We looked at each other for a moment, and then I nodded. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

“I’m just going to remove the sheet….”

Sandi pulled the sheet down, exposing my naked breasts. My nipples got hard as soon as they were exposed to the cold air.

“I’ll work on one at a time,” she said. Sandi stood behind me and started at the top of my left boob. She kneaded her thumbs downward, rubbing the tension out of my muscles. She inched closer and closer to my nipple.

“Just bring your arms up over your head,” she told me. I did as I was told. The table was partially tilted so I was somewhere between reclining and laying down flat. Read more »

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [02] [FF, M] [Bondage]

[Episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j2bszr/pretentious_fianc%C3%A9e_blackmailed_coerced_to_strip/)

Setup level: long af.

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## The Text Message, Sunday

Ten hours remained until Eileen and Mark’s evening plans which were to begin at 7. She sat at the kitchen table in his house alone because he had become impatient about the laundry and went to the laundromat. A boquet of flowers set in the center which Mark had given Eileen the week before cast a shadow on the table. Regions of the marigold she had not noticed, seeing it only in the evenings at dinner, had browned and contracted into wrinkles.

Eileen thought for the fifteenth time about where she might have placed the lingerie after returning home. She tried to comfort herself with imagined memories of having rooted through her bag on the way home, so that it might have fallen out in the car. Horrifyingly, the bag had no holes in it and it sealed well. In truth she did not open the bag on the way home. She set it down in the entry way when she got in and spent the rest of the night in pajamas. For the fifteenth time the conclusion was unavoidable: Eileen had left the lingerie in Angela’s bedroom. Read more »

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [01] [FF, M] [Bondage]

Setup level: long af.

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## The Ring, Saturday

Eileen knew she would not find her ring in the drawer, but she wanted Mark to see her searching anyway. He said nothing and prepared himself for bed as she conspicuously inspected the drawer, bending over to peer inside it and then looking away as she felt around in it with her hand. Once she was certain that he had noticed, she waved a hand as if exasperated and then crawled into bed beside him.

The ring was a gift from Mark on their anniversary one month prior, and it was lost. He purchased it from a craftsman living in Westlake who made rings by hand, and only a few of each design. It was made of fake opal and granite carved into lizard scales which all pointed in line with the finger. No one could mistake it for another jewel, which is why Eileen had not been at ease since early that evening, when she saw another guest at the party they had attended wearing a ring of the same design. She was sure that Mark would notice. He would then ask her about her own ring, and when she told him it had been lost, he would go to work connecting dots that had no need to be connected. Read more »

Giving My Sisters Friend Her First Taste Of Cum Part 2 [MF]

[Part 1 here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j0toq0/i_gave_my_sisters_friend_her_first_ever_taste_of/)

I gave her a ride home after she first blew me and it was of course a little awkward… but as soon as I was back home she was snapchatting me and asking me when we can hook up again. Just thinking about what had happened last time got me so hard. She kept telling me how much she liked tasting me and that she wanted to do it again. She also said how she wished we could have fucked and that we should next time.

We sexted for a week or so until we made plans to hang again. The first few minutes were similar to the last… She came to my place and we went right to my bedroom. This time as soon as we laid down she opened my pants and pulled down my briefs before I could even begin to get hard. I remember she said something like “I like to watch the process” and I thought that was so hot. My cock swelled up and got throbbing hard for her right away. She pumped my cock again with that beautifully hot smile. Read more »

[F/F moving to M/M/M/M/F] [High end sex party] My first real life experience of a high end sex party]

A subtle breeze gently grazed my left nipple, why do they go so hard when caressed? My right nipple was being gently suckled by a nubile young stranger. She was eager to please. Her tongue flickered and pulled, while her fingers clawed at my inner thigh. I had been with girls before, but never like this. Never with so much company. The window was open, it was a warm summer’s evening. Cars continued to arrive below. I remember thinking how much the gravel below their tyres sounded like the sea rolling on to a beach. A funny thought to have amongst such waves of pleasure. Tranquil, calming, but the surroundings were in stark contrast to this. Another tongue joined in, this time licking across my lips, testing the claim of smudge proof lipstick. Cherry red. This new form worked herself down my body, her attention to detail was so thorough. She paused when she got to my naval, gently nibbling it. I was eager for her to continue her journey, which of course she soon did. Her breath was heavy and warm on my moist slit. Warm and then cool, warm and then cool. Tanned, curvaceous bodies writhed all around this beautiful bedroom. But it was downstairs where my interest lay, the sole reason why I had travelled such a long way. We were just warming up for the male attendees. We would be much more willing to please once we had played upstairs for a while. And I had never been taken by multiple phalli before. I had been so curios for so long. How full would I feel with such internal delvings?