Category: eroticliterature

Taken Part Four

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. This is my fantasy, be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I hear the door unlock and jump on the bed and hide under the covers. Maybe if he doesn’t see me naked, he won’t try anything. He walks in and past me to the cushion chair that’s in front of the tv, turning on the porn that’s already in the DVD player. “Come slut.” I can’t move, I’m frozen. “I will not ask you again.” Remembering the rules, I get off the bed and get on my knees, crawling over to him. “Kneel on the right side of me, lean your head back, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” I do as I’m told, scared of what he will do if I don’t but my tongue isn’t put far enough for his liking and I feel one of his hands on my forehead holding my head back and his fingers on the other hand opening my mouth wider and grabbing my tongue to pull it out farther. As he rubs my own spit off his hand and on my chest as though I’m a dish towel, he says “that’s a good bitch.” Read more »

Mentor and Mentee: Native American Exec Blackmailed Part. 1 [Oral][Free Use][Humiliation][MFF]

Rhonda marched down the hall of the thirty-sixth floor in her imposing black heels. She found no one manning the assistant’s desk for her boss Nick Coulson, VP of Research and Development for Spades International. Rhonda ratted her fingernails against the desk impatiently.

“Come in,” Nick shouted from his office. The door was open, but Rhonda couldn’t see him. She sighed and entered. Nick reclined behind his large oak desk, invited her to take a seat in front of him.

Rhonda Locklear, age 35, served as an executive directly under Nick. The Native American woman wore her black hair in a professional ponytail, and besides the heels wore a matching black pantsuit. Nick dragged his tongue across his front teeth, fishing for a way to start this conversation. He shuddered slightly.

“Everything okay sir?” asked Rhonda sternly. Nick waved his hand dismissively.

“Things will be fine. I’m sorry to call you up here a little awkwardly, but I had an item I needed to address with you. Confidential past these walls.”

Rhonda nodded affirming, crossing her muscular legs. “Where’s Ms. June at the moment?” she asked. Read more »

Astronomically Huge

Author’s Note: This story will contain hyper cock, balls, and breasts. If you are not into that then please read something else. With that out of the way, let the story begin.

The sun was shining bright with birds chirping. Most people were starting to awake from their slumber and Ashley was one of them.

Some context, Ashley was a normal, flatchested girl. She had almost no defining features about her except for her glasses and barren chest. Ashley had long hair which was silky black but wasn’t eye catching. Even with her looks she didn’t care. All she cared for was to live a normal life. Her term of “living a normal life” was to focus in her studies and then get a decent paying job. At her current age of 17, she was contemplating on which college to go to or get accepted into. Read more »

Trans(censendence) – POV, T4T, body worship

I love being on my knees for you. Feeling your hands on my head. Your fingers winding in my hair, pressing my mouth further down on your cock. Tasting your sweet nectar that coats my chin. There’s no way this wouldn’t be messy.

Your breath hitches deep in your throat.

“Fuck, baby.”

I look up at you. Your eyes are closed, your head tilted back. Your mouth open just enough for the moan to escape. The stubble on your chin catches the light. Dark shading against your dark skin.

I close my eyes— the better to breathe in the scent of you. The rich musky taste of your cock and your cunt. The way you coat my tongue.

I can feel your pulse with every movement of my lips. The way your press against me insistently. How the warmth spreads as you get closer to climax.

Watching you in ecstasy is exquisite. The way your back arches, the way your legs spread wider. The way the curls of hair nestle against the scars that criss-cross your chest. I’m enveloped in every way. Read more »

I told him to spank my ass in my yoga pants while I gagged and spit all over his virgin cock

I grew up in a strict Korean Christian household. Lost virginity to my husband at age 22. We never had kids but didn’t want any. We had a good marriage until he started making a lot of money. Unfortunately, he started working a lot and going on constant business trips. When I was 45 we divorced, and I took the house and still receive a nice alimony. I got an expensive gym membership (he pays for) and I got in the best shape of my life at age 46.

All of these years what had been itching to get out was my ultimate truth; that I am a crazy, horny, stupid Korean slut.

This is the story of when I caught the attention of a young man who had to have been a virgin, and how I was more than happy to make him fuck my face. Read more »

My Friend Shows Me Mom’s Can Be Hot (mmf | incest | mom-son-friend | taboo | spying | drunk)

I am going to tell you a story about how my friend Frank and I ended up with my drunk mom all alone one night. To get there though, we have to start from the beginning where all of the craziness started in my life. The day I invited Frank to my house to hang out after class. He decided to come over to check out my new room at my house that our family just moved into.

When Frank came over, we grabbed some snacks from the kitchen where my mom had left us out food. We ate the food at the table before heading up to my bedroom. Frank asked where my parents were at since there seemed to be no one home. I told him that my father worked the afternoon shift, so he was always gone from noon to nine at night during the week. Then told him that my mom usually was taking a nap around this time. Frank thought it was cool that I had the house mostly to myself after school then. Read more »

[B/S] A Familiar Connection – MF, Slow Buildup – Part 1 of 4

(As always, please pardon the grammar errors. This chapter is pretty tame, but it’s setting the stage for our fun.)

I woke up and checked my phone, reviewing the new e-mails in my inbox. One e-mail was from the resort hotel that I was scheduled to visit in three weeks. I reluctantly opened it, already knowing what it would say: “we’re sorry, but with the current COVID outbreak, we’ve cancelled your stay.” Although this was expected, I was still disappointed. On the positive side, I now had a week of vacation scheduled which I needed to fill.

But before we delve deeper, I should provide some background. My name is Harry, I’m a mostly-heterosexual 34 y/o man living in San Francisco. I’ve lived in the Bay Area most of my life, but have never settled down or gotten married. I enjoy the city’s active social scene, and the adventurous playmates I’m able to spend time with. Since my girlfriend and I broke up last January, I’ve been in a bit of a sexual lull because the swinger clubs are closed (fuck COVID). I had hoped to meet some people at the resort, but that’s no longer an option. Read more »

New Girl At the Office

I had been working at the office for a couple of years at that point. I was basically the only girl who made it past the two year mark, according to my boss, Mark. In hindsight, it was kind of weird thing to say out loud.

“Becca, you’re a trooper,” he would always say. What a great way to give someone a compliment without actually meaning it.

It was an ok job, but it was just that. A job. I was a good employee, but I had no motivation to find anything else. Between that and the fact that people kept quitting, I had great job security. People would get hired, and then after a few months of being tragically underpaid, they’d get bored or complacent, and then leave for greener pastures. Personally, I just didn’t care enough. I made enough money to pay my bills and buy what I wanted. Any job more demanding would make me want to kill myself. Any job paying less would make me want to kill myself. Read more »

His Mistress Part 1

Hey guy I’m not really a writer but I just wanted to try my hand at this since I was feeling inspired. Anyway sorry for the grammatical errors in advance.

You never thought you’d be in this situation. Cock-hungry and attention deprived by the guy with the dad bod who approached you at the bar 3 months ago.

He was definitely not your type but you appreciated his confidence for even approaching you. You were ready to dismiss him but before you had the chance he disarmed you with his smile and the corniest joke that for some reason only he could’ve pulled off. You size him up, look at his hands, and noticed a mark around his ring finger. He’s married but he’s trying to hide it you think to your self, what a scumbag. But for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to end the conversation. He’s funny, attentive and isn’t looking at your breast every three seconds. It was a nice change of pace from the regular jerkwads that approach you. Read more »

Coming back home

Standing on his feet all day and dealing with miserable people who constantly question his judgment. He puts a smile on his face, every time someone’s insulting him or one his co-worker, from the other side of the counter. What else he can do? Money isn’t cheap. Sometimes it comes with insults.

When he is not smiling, he is always tired, sad, and burning from the inside. Waiting for his shift to end, when he can go back riding subways to home. For most days, he doesn’t think much, only that, if he could end his misery. Only if he could find his drive. Rarely when he gets a seat on the last train to home, he lets his mind replay the series of events that happen during the day. Mostly, they consist of different kinds of insults or some new insult he heard that day.

In those moments of replays, he tries to find moments of success, when a customer is genuine and shows any type of kindness. Those rare moments, makes him smile again when his head is laid back to the window. This time, he too genuinely smiles. Read more »