Bath Time [Mf] [Nurse]

One of the characters is named Nurse Joy, but I did not intent them to be in the likeness of the character from Pokemon. This is the first part of 2, and I hope you enjoy.

“Time for your bath, Mr. Slightbower.” Joy said pleasantly.

I didn’t know how to feel about getting bathed by someone else. I felt like an old man who couldn’t do it himself, and while I indeed couldn’t do it on my own, it wasn’t because of my age. I was in my early forties, so I knew I was halfway to that, but right now all that was wrong with me was two broken arms. Since the casts go to my upper arm, I can’t bend my elbows rendering me unable to do various tasks including bathing myself. Before today this subjected me to being bathed by a middle aged Asian man. But today I had a different feeling, almost a powerful feeling. Gone were the rough, uncaring hands of Nurse Toni and now Nurse Joy, the nurse in training, was to bathe me. I felt akin to a James Bond villain to be bathed by a young and attractive woman. And let me tell you, Joy was attractive.

Game On. [M] [F] Strip Tease, hooker heels, blow job, doggy style, creampie

I’m a MILF, recently turned 41 and have experienced a little uptick in my already very healthy libido. Many years of marriage creates a mixed bag of a sex life. Sometimes it’s married sex, quiet so you don’t wake the kids with the bedroom door locked. Sometimes it’s the kink. Either way, it’s always enjoyable. Lately I’ve been a lot more into the kink. I have nice little collection of stripper heels, lingerie, and tantalizing outfits.

My husband is a good man and works hard. He’s always been thrilled about my sexual appetite and has regularly thanked me over the years for being a freak in the sheets. I’m not the type of wife to bitch about his video game play time or his porn habits. I have control over every aspect of our daily life, organizing, scheduling, errands, social engagements. The bedroom is where I relinquish that control. I’m more submissive there and enjoy being told what to do. Not excessive to the point of harsh humiliation or abuse though, it’s just not my thing.

Doomed by the Bell – Finale [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]

This is part 2. It won’t make all that much sense without having read [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ibm4bn/doomed_by_the_bell_ffmbdsmthroatfuckingorgasm/) first. So I’m gonna go ahead and recommend that.

There’s a lot of different reasons for a human body to shake. One’s thighs might shake from the strain of trying to keep one’s lap off the uncaringly droning vibrator one is kneeling over. Limbs may quiver from the exertion of trying so very hard not to cum, while every single nerve ending begs for it in a flurry of fireworks. One might shake from the cool gust of wind that drags across one’s naked wet skin, beaded with sweat and soiled from baser pleasures. One might shake from the intake of adrenaline that comes with hours of a hard angry cock taking liberty with one’s mouth and throat, allowing one to breathe merely by accident rather than design. Finally, it’s entirely possible to be enough of a cum slut to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling a cock leak a steady dribble of precum for minutes, inches away from bursting into a million pieces.

Giving Me a Show [MF]

I watched her undress from my apartment

She stood in front of her window

and took off her shirt

A smile was on her face as she looked at me

Her bra came off slowly to reveal her lovely breasts

I could feel myself getting aroused

She squeezed them and pinched the nipples

and watched me watching her

She slithered out of her pants

and I could see that she did not have any underwear on

Her hairy mound was on full display

She turned around and bent over

mooning me as I watched

She grabbed both of her cheeks and spread them

I nearly collapsed from the glorious view

My body yearning for her

Wanting to touch, taste, and fuck all of her

Brat Tales – disobedient over dishes [M/f], [stress positions], [edging], [D/s]

You loom over me, hand fisted in my hair as I kneel on the floor at your feet. “You regret being so cheeky, don’t you?”, as you slowly apply pressure to my scalp forcing my chin up so you can see my face. I’m grinning & have a mischievous glint in my eye as I ponder how we got to this point & where things will go next. 

A polite evening of light & easy conversation, a bottle of malbec shared over a meal, sitting outside enjoying the slow twilight with an aperitif when you suggested, rather firmly, that I should do the dishes. “Oh no, no, no. I’m not that kind of sub”, I laugh (I fully intend to clean up, you cooked after all, but I wanted to see if some disobedient teasing would elicit a reaction) “Besides, it won’t take you long, you can’t have dirtied many dishes throwing ping meals in the micro” I flashed an exaggerated grin knowing fine rightly you had expended a bit more effort on our repast than that. 

[MF] Sunday Morning

With their bodies glowing under the first light of dawn a sigh escapes her. Their lovemaking had been powerful last night, yet she craves to have him between her thighs once again.

 

She crawls over to him, slides her hand across the taut muscles of his stomach and traces up his side and across his broad, firm chest. His hazel eyes begin to flicker open, as she closes her own eyes, takes his face into her hands, and places a kiss on his forehead. Her gentle kiss brings a lascivious smile to his lips. She settles herself on top of him, rocking her hips sensually into his swelling manhood. She won’t be denied.

 

He hands wrapped around her throat and though he grips her tight enough that he can feel the racing pulse of her heartbeat she still whispers for him to squeeze even harder, just as her pussy grips around his cock and squeezes him with all its might.

 

Dressing Room – We[FFF] have intense sex in a public fitting room. [lesbians] [voyeurism]

My friend Jeannie and I have a thing. We shop together, try on clothing, and fool around in the dressing room. 

We have always liked it when people watch us kiss and touch under tables and such, but since we found one particular clothing store, we can’t stop going there. It is a small shop that sells the sort of dresses we like, and the same saleswoman is always there. She watches us.

We leave the double doors of the dressing room partly open while we try on clothes. We make out, touch, and have quiet intense orgasms while the saleswoman stands at her desk. Afterward, we pull ourselves together, get dressed, and go out to pay for what we want to buy. The saleswoman has never said anything to us. Rarely, if ever, are there any other people there.

We wait until we get home to go completely crazy. The way the saleswoman, with her refined and restrained demeanor, watches but doesn’t mention anything is so hot to us. After we leave the store, Jeannie and I talk about the saleswoman and fantasize about her together – that watching us has made her wet, that she masturbates in the store after we leave. We talk about being with her and about what she would feel like and taste like. When we’re home we fantasize that she is there with us.

Sonam’s Seduction-How I seduced a virgin girl Sonam into having sex with me

This is the story about one such escapades, about a girl Sonam. I was at that time working in an international charity organization as marketing head in New Delhi, India. Having recently joined (was 32 then), I was introduced to the marketing agency. The agency team had a servicing girl known as Sonam. Somehow, I was immediately attracted to her. She was wearing glasses and a dress and seemed to have real sexy legs. She was supposed to be my servicing executive from the agency. 

As we spoke almost every day due to our work requirements and I started little flirts with her. I came to know that she lives in a PG in Saket, was in a relationship for the last 6 years but never had sex with the BF and is from the small town of Modinagar and this is her first job after MBA and she is 24 years of age. 

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Cumming while on Office video conference call

 It was her weekly office video conference call. A two hour long session of project updates , but she had other plans. She got ready in her formal grey pinstripe shirt , all business like and professional, but underneath she decided to forego her pants. Instead she sat wearing her pink lacy panties, the ones where the patterned fabric rubbed against her clit.

The meeting began. There were 5 othrs in the meeting, all of them men, she was the only female on the call. Suddenly she felt self conscious. A cool draft swept against her naked legs, and she let out a small shiver. Should she pull a sheet over her legs? Could they see below the waist?

She checked herself in the video window, and saw her bland and prim image staring back at herself.

As the first colleague started his presentation, she began by running her hands on the inside of her thighs. Lightly drawing figure of eights on her skin. Soon she moved her fingers over her pink lace . She looked down, as if to take down notes, and diligently started to write, but not on a book. She traced out the words with her fingers , words like, profit margin, clients needs , re-work the brief, on to her own pink briefs , and the sensitive skin under the lace tingled everytime she ran her fingers over them. Never knowing what word her colleague would say next, leading to the surprise element of her fingering herself. He dictated her every move.