Quinn moved around the room, setting down bottles of water in front of the various executives. The woman was completely out of their usual league. Oh, she had the amazing curves, but her personality, her style…. They were so out of the norm that when she was suggested as a possible replacement for the secretary, people were a more than a little skeptical. She was not exactly professional. Even now, in her pencil skirt and white button-up blouse, there was an edge to her that would not be hidden. The skirt was made out of leather, the heels she wore had spikes coming off the heels. She had a leather choker wrapped around her pale neck and a silver ring glinted from the right side of her nose. The violet dye of her hair was pulled up into a bun. Add in the heavy black eye makeup that made her gray eyes seem otherworldly, and the way her button-up gaped far enough to see the several straps of her bondage-inspired bra crossing her chest. She looked like a rock star playing pretend secretary. Yeah, she so did not look the part… But at the same time, that made her all the more appealing.
Category: eroticliterature
My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 9 [FF] [Mind Control]
**Chapter 9: The Game**
The target’s name is Sandra Torres, a college student at the local city college. Reyna made the rules simple: I couldn’t use force. I couldn’t tell her about the game. I could slow Maria down, but I couldn’t tell Sandra about Maria. Reyna was going to have me followed by one of her sluts. I had to put a tracking app on my phone (she would give me cash to buy a new phone afterward because I will never ever use a phone touched by her again). Apparently, the app is also recording audio, and her spies will be following with cameras. She wants to relive this later.
I don’t think Maria has suddenly gained magic powers from Reyna, but I don’t understand how any of this works. Honestly, I can’t worry about what Maria’s doing. I can only focus on what I’m doing.
How the hell do you get a stranger to become your sex slave?
The good news is that I wouldn’t have to manufacture some attraction. I was afraid Reyna would choose someone unattractive to abuse us, but of course, that doesn’t make sense. That isn’t Reyna’s taste, and this is all for Reyna in the end.
Close Teacher
I try to keep a close relationship with my students, portraying myself more that just an adult role model, but as an adult friend. In being a young teacher, students sometimes find it easier when someone of authority is close to their age and will listens to them, especially with all their relationship problems. Take Tiffany for example, she’s blonde, beautiful, and the goal of many of these high school boys is to get into her cotton white panty she flashes while cheer leading. But she’s not a stereotype. In our many talks, I have found that Tiffany is very intelligent and not at all a stereotypical blonde bimbo. I don’t know if any of the boys have been successful in their goals with her, but there were certainly rumors going around about her being the “blonde cheerleader slut who only sleeps with college boys.” I assume those rumors surfaced because the boys were unsuccessful. One day, these rumors got to her and she came into my classroom after school to talk about it.
Firsts F/F young/old
**Writer’s Note:** This piece of fiction contains mature language and content. If this is not what you want to read, please choose something else.
Please also feel free to make comments, as this is not a genre I usually produce.
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This bar is not my kind of place at all – I stick out, like the proverbial sore thumb. There are thirty-somethings all around me, drinking and laughing. I can’t make head or tail of what I overhear, because I can’t figure out the context. So I just sit at my table – it was the first open table close to the door. I keep wondering what the hell is wrong with me.
I am 63 years old and meeting someone new.
I described myself to her as skinny fat, and she didn’t understand what I meant. I wear a size small, but I’m not toned even though I am a little taller than average. So I’m skinny but jiggly. She laughed and told me I’m cute. She said she saw the pic I posted on my profile. It’s the only pic I posted. I am not the type to take a boatload of pics of myself.
Misaki’s Desires [Light Bondage] [FM] [Light Femdom] [Bellybutton fetish] First Story :)
This is one of my first few stories so I hope you like it even if it’s a bit particular :)
Networking, Part IV [MF; Cons; Oral]
Part [I](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hgsk78/networking_part_i_f_sexual_tension/), [II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hgb7wx/networking_part_ii_mf/), and [III](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hn9i6v/networking_part_iii_mf_cons/)
Mia stood up and realized what a dishevelled mess her and Julian were. She had one bra strap hanging off her shoulder. Julian was still in his shirt and tie. This needed an immediate remedy; they both knew it.
Julian sat back onto the bed, still regaining strength after his intense climax. He pulled Mia on top of him in a straddle. She loosened his tie, clinging to the last moments of being able to control him by this thin strip of fabric around his neck. She adored dragging him around by the tie, but knew she’d love his bare torso even more. She unbuttoned his shirt while grinding into his lap. Her thong was soaked. It was difficult to split her concentration between her thirsty pussy and getting Julian’s clothes off.
With his shirt open, Mia ran her fingers over his buttery smooth, defined abdomen. His dense, thick anatomy turned her on in ways she’d never felt before. Julian slipped one hand behind her, unhooked her bra, and flung it away.
La Scorsa Notte [FF]
‘*Grazie*.’
Alex mumbled her thanks to the waiter, but he was moving so quickly, his hands so precise as they balanced the tray of drinks, that he had disappeared a split-second after her second glass of Nero d’Avola hit the table. It was late in the evening. The bar was a stone’s throw from her apartment on the Via d’Aragone, a narrow and dust-coloured street where the cobblestones had been polished smooth by generations of feet, and it was alive with chatter. Customers, Alex among them, spilled out onto the mismatched tables which were scattered along the road and into the square.
Alex looked around her for a moment, long enough to confirm her suspicion that, of the cheerful Friday-night crowd here, she was the only person who had a table to herself.
It didn’t much matter, she thought. Her flight left early tomorrow morning. But still, she had to admit that her two weeks in Palermo hadn’t been quite what she expected.
Can’t Help Myself- sitting at the computer playing with myself. sorry felt helplessly horny [F] [bi] [mast]
As I write this, I should tell you, that I’m wet. More than wet. Turned on. My skin is tingling.
Ten minutes ago, I was looking for something to put inside me. And fifteen minutes before that, I had been lazily fingering myself. Pulling aside my panties, tugging on my lips, spreading myself apart with two fingers. Left handed. I had a leg propped up on the table to reach myself better. It was easier to thrust my fingers inside me. I touched my pussy like a stranger. Gentle, curiously exploring. Slightly uncoordinated since I was using my off-hand. I was moist. I know you keep lube hidden in the drawer of the computer desk. But trust me, I didn’t need it.
The more I fingered myself, the more I wanted… well, more. When I was done teasing myself, that’s when I decided to find something to fill me. I used the sharpie marker. The thick one. It went in ridiculously easy. I pushed it in and out several times, using different angles. I could feel it sliding around but it was not enough to clamp around. I needed to have something large enough for my pussy to squeeze.
Keep Your Family Close pt.2 [MFFFF] (Incest, Bondage, Aunt/Nephew)
The next morning, Rico walked into the kitchen to pour himself some coffee and was greeted by worried faces. “What is it now?” Rico smiled at his grandma, who stealthily smiled back.
“It’s your Aunt Maria,” said his mom, “she escaped last night. You see what your games made her do…”
“She didn’t escape.” Rico continues sipping on his coffee, “my men found her this morning. She ran about 100 yards into the woods, tripped, became disoriented, and ran back to the house.”
“So then where is she now?”
Rico didn’t answer and instead walked over to the kitchen. The women hesitantly followed him. He pulled out a chair and tested it for strength before sitting on it. The women were left nightgowns to wear, but nothing else, so were standing in front of Rico with only it covering them. He could see their nipples poking through the material and their curves under the robe. Without wasting another moment observing the women, Rico called over his aunt Lucia. When she heard her name, she stopped biting her nail and looked at the other two for support before walking to him. Rico waited for her to be close enough and then violently pulled her onto him. She sat down on his laps and he grabbed hold of her ass to position her better.
Lisa my queen (gentle femdom, impact play, anal)
It was the afternoon of a day off and we were binge watching Game of Thrones on the big TV. She was sitting on the right side of the couch with my head in her lap. I was beginning to drowse off.
Her right hand was gently rubbing my hair, and her left hand was on my side between ribs and hips. She slid her left hand down my torso until it rested on my ass. “I want to play with you today.”
I woke up. “You’re my queen.” Whenever she plays with me it hurts. But I always submit. “I’ve bent the knee.”
She moved a bit. A deep breath? Using both hands she cradled my head into her stomach. “You’re my King in the North.” I’m a complicated man with emotional issues but this is my happiness.
Holding my head, she said, “We need to talk about what I want to do.”
That was a bit alarming. She’s never asked ahead of time. “Um, what did you have in mind?”
“The last time I tied you up I went too far. I know you’re nervous about me doing that.”