It hurts, but i can’t stop

It must be the sixth time in two days, and it hurts, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

I’ve watched porn, I’ve tried to … Be inspired, in some other way, but in that last little second before I explode, you, and those legs surrounding me as my tongue loses itself inside you, your buttocks in my hands, and my fingers in your mouth. My hands around your neck, my teeth on your tits …

Fuck, here it comes again, I’ll do it while I write this, is also part of the adiction, my big black fat cock feels so good while i stroke it. So soft while hard, so warm and wet, a little sore, but that will go away in a minute, in a minute that rush will take over, as i take a picture, as i make a video, for you to see it. You will love it, you will touch yourself too, i know it, you’ll get wet and stop everything you’re doing to ask for more, and you won’t be happy till you see me cum, god… The rush is taking over.

Genderbent: The Slaver [Bondage][Genderbending][Orgasm Denial]

Summary: Gabriel is a lifetime kidnapper and slaver. He’s responsible for furnishing some of the wealthiest and most powerful men around the world with personal sex slaves. Only today, he kidnapped the wrong witch.

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Blondie’s time was coming to a close. She’d leave her attorney gig in a few minutes and take her long walk home. Unbeknownst to the cutie, she won’t ever see her apartment ever again. I had a client already lined up to purchase the girl, and boy was he willing to pay. I thought there might be some complications but there wasn’t. The girl is a creature of habit, making it real easy for me to find the best spot to take her.

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Each second that passed felt like a thousand. I was never this gitty for a kidnapping job, but something about this girl brought the spark back. I remember my first girl, a redheaded bitch with big tits. Her screams were so delightful, I had asked the client to keep her for personal use. Thankfully he had agreed and it was one the best weeks of my life.

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Symbiosis | Chapter 1 | The Job | [FF] [OC]

**Credit: The following fictional story was inspired by u/lilliamber9. She gave me permission to use her post about her fantasy as writing prompt along with the use of her photos as images in the fictional story below. If you want to show her some love, please visit her page.**

*This story is fiction and although the likeliness of the female MC is based on a real person, no accounts of this story is true. The likeliness of other characters in the story are coincidental if any. Please do not harass u/lilliamber9 in regards to this story or the premise of the story.*

This story is posted on r/eroticliterature, r/literotica and r/sexystories (image links disabled due to subreddit rules. Visit the other subreddits if you want to see the visuals as well)

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###Chapter 1 – The Job

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In Too Deep [FF] [MF] [Mind Control] [Free Use] [Body Writing] [Oral] [Non-Con]

**In Too Deep**

**Disclaimer: This story contains characters from my series, “My Best Friend’s Girlfriend,” but you do not need to read those earlier stories in order to enjoy or understand this story.**

Somebody grabs Sandra’s hand. She doesn’t look at his face. It doesn’t matter. He leads her back, past the stage, to one of the back rooms. Sandra doesn’t need his help. She knows the way better than him. She knows the way better than anyone.

He chooses the glass room. That’s fine. Sandra’s been there before. Her owner once brought Sandra’s favorite high school teacher to watch her there. Sandra wouldn’t be surprised if her parents showed up outside the glass door one day.

The room has two layers. There is the outer room, for spectators. The inner room has glass walls (or some durable plastic). There is a door into it, but you need the password to get in. There is a bed in the glass room and a chest full of toys. Men never went for the toys. Around the room are holes for the eager cocks of spectators hoping to get sucked. Sandra will suck them if they appear. At least four of them.

Home Alone Part 1 – [F/M] A sub gets an unexpected visit from her Master.

It was one of those hot sticky evenings when the heat just gets trapped in the air, the night feels restless and sleep never seems to come. Lights are all off and only the dim blue light of television screens or mobiles phones can be seen glowing in peoples windows. The sound of insects can be heard clearly from open widows and doors that fail to catch a cool breeze. The air hangs thick and the only relief is in front of a fan or under the AC. Clothes and sheets cling to sweaty legs and anything more than lying still creates discomfort.

Under the pale dim light of your phone your body is silhouetted, reclined on your bed, creating an erotic landscape of shadows on the walls of your bedroom. Your knees are high and your legs are open, the rhythmic movement of your hand just visible between them. Your fingers dance over your sensitive folds and play and pull at the hood of your clit. Your fingers visibly glisten in the dim light, your pussy feeling deliciously cool and open under the passing breeze of an oscillating fan.

Visiting a fling’s family’s northwoods cabin [creampie]

I got back to my apartment Sunday morning after we shared some pancakes and coffee. I woke up before her but waited in bed while she slept. We talked a little about the show, about what my work was like in Oshkosh, and what her college days had been like. When I arrived, my roommate gave me a hard time. “Ooh, where were you last night?” He said with a grin. “I …met somebody at the show.” I replied. “…Nothing serious. Hey, are we still going out this Friday with the others?” I asked. “Yeah! I think a lot of people are going to go, it should be a blast, bar crawl around Oshkosh.” We chatted for a little longer and I went to go read in my room.

I went in to work on Monday feeling better. More confident. Standing a little taller. I reported to my manager about my projects, and I think he was pleased. “Say, by the way, do you think you can go to North Carolina on Wednesday to Friday?” He asked. “Um, I mean I can, but why?” “Well, the customer needs someone on-site to make sure things are installed.” I agreed. It had been a shared responsibility to travel to NC to support this account, and I’d just have to be out of town, but I would be back Friday night for the bar crawl.

Getting frisky with a girl from the theatre – part 2 [Truth or Dare] [Light bondage] [Girl on top]

We drove over to a grocery called Woodman’s to pick up the ice cream. She’s so giddy about this grocery store, it’s really cute to see. We picked out a chocolate – I wanted vanilla, but she said that was too lame – and we headed back to hers.

We pull in through the garage and carry in the ice cream. On the walls there’s a few handsome pictures of her family, including a few dogs. “Oh! Where are the dogs?” I ask. “They’re with my parents, they’re out of town this weekend” She responds from the other room. The house is quite warm when we get in.

I walk in to the kitchen where she’s already scooping out the ice cream into tiny bowls. “Here’s yours!” She says, handing it to me and brushing her arm against mine as she walks downstairs into the basement. “Someone’s in a hurry” I say, following her.

Getting frisky with a girl I met at the theatre – part 1

(This is a continuation of a story I wrote. The prequel to this was lost. The setting: I have met a cute girl at a musical, and we fooled around a little bit, and now we are trying to figure out what to do next.)

We walked out of the theatre hand in hand. Her shoulder kept brushing up against my arm as we navigated the crowd. Every bump of her skin against me was like a wave that reminded me of what we had “discreetly” done just a few minutes ago. We stepped out of the warm theatre into the cold February night. There was a bit of wind that pierced right through my shirt, making my muscles tense up a bit and I reflexively got closer to her, and she did the same. She said “Bbrr!!” And looked back at me with her big blue eyes. “We should take my car together to get to the ice cream spot!” She said through clenched teeth, trying not to shiver any more.

Home for the Summer (CH. 1) [MF] [oral] [public]

~This is a story I’ve started writing that has a few chapters already written, and has the potential for more. If the interest is there, I’ll write/post more chapters hopefully every couple days but weekly at minimum!~

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*Why did I agree to this? This is only gonna make things worse.* Some combination of these two thoughts, worded in infinite ways, are the only thoughts to cross your mind as you finish the second half of your journey home for the summer. Your college buddies had always warned you that the girl who met early sophomore year was not the one. And you chose to ignore their warnings, and indulged this fox of a woman for almost a year. But as soon as summer came around, and you tried to get some commitment from her, she immediately shut you down and left you hanging. A summer at home, away from all the college drama, is just what the doctor ordered.

As the last 35 minutes of the drive wind down, you find yourself getting increasingly stir-crazy and, oddly enough horny. *This is the first time that I’ve been home AND single practically since I left.* You start wondering what all of your hometown friends have been up to the last couple years….

Claire Stays With Her Big Brother For The Summer Part 6 (MF | Incest | Taboo | Brother/Sister | Boundary Pushing)

For the first Chapters go to[FamousErotica.com](https://FamousErotica.com)

Should I keep this one going next week?

100 Upvotes and it goes on or I start a new story

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Chapter 6 Claire Has A Talk With Ethan

The next morning Claire was waiting at the kitchen table when Ethan exited his room. She had a serious look on her face as he got himself a cup of coffee. She waited until he said, “Good morning” to speak to the man that grossed her out the night before. Claire said, “I think that we need to talk about our current living arrangement.” Ethan knew that was not the sound of good news when sitting down at the table across from her. She had a powerful stare with her blue eyes that looked directly into her brother’s soul. He could feel her judging him for the improper thoughts that caused his erection the night before. Then Claire said, “You seem to need some privacy around the house so I was thinking about having my friend stay at our parent’s house with me for a week or two. I just want you to be able to handle your little issue while I am away.” Ethan was shocked to see that she was still taking partial blame for the horniness that he felt for her. She seemed to feel that her presence was only causing the taboo sexual moments because he was not able to have ladies over.