The relationship I had with my father was tenuous at best. My parents had divorced when I was an infant which resulted in me being raised, in a loving home I must add, by my paternal grand parents.
As I turned 15 my father married Helen. Days before my 17th birthday the idiot divorced her. In case you’re thinking me calling him an idiot is harsh let me explain something. Helen was incredible. Long mousy blonde hair, a beautiful smile always on her face, a body with curves where curves should be, a fantastic pair of large breasts and most importantly to me a love for wearing very few clothes. 6 weeks after meeting her for the first time I saw her pussy as she bent over in front of me to retrieve a carton of milk from the bottom shelf of a refrigerator, her short pink night dress riding up giving me a clear view of her swollen lips. To say I was hooked would be an understatement. I lost count of the times I saw her in states of undress over the following months and I dreamt of the day I got to touch her. The divorce killed that dream, or so I thought.
I had kept in touch with Helen unbeknownst to my father for the following years so when she invited me to her new flat to help her do some tasks it wasn’t a massive surprise. Approaching my nineteenth birthday I had been with a couple of girls my age but not in any kind of serious manner. Helen was now 38 years old but still had that amazing figure and smile. We hugged as i got to her flat, exchanged pleasantries then proceeded to work our way through the list of jobs she had asked me to help with. By seven PM I was shattered and aching.
“Should we share a pizza?” she asked.
“I should probably head home” i replied.
“Stay and have some food with your stepmom” she said smiling
I laughed “okay”
The pizza was ordered so I had a wash and put on the clean T shirt I had brought with me. Helen disappeared upstairs returning a short while after wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a pink T shirt emblazoned with Mickey Mouse, the sway of her breasts emphasising she had not bothered with a bra.
We sat and devoured the pizza, then sat together on Helens large sofa.
The next time she spoke my face turned crimson “still like looking at my boobs eh?”
I was lost for words realising Helen had caught me dead to rights staring at her amazing rack.
“Don’t worry” she said “Consider it payment for all your help today”
The words came out of my mouth before my brain had time to engage “Surely I’ve earned a look without Mickey in the way”
Helen looked shocked as I began to apologise “Sorry I was only joking”
Her look of shock turned into a smile “No touching” she said slowly raising her shirt. Her breasts were as perfect as I had ever seen, her large areola topped by dark pink nipples slightly hardening. Helen noticed something of mine was hardening “I best put these away” she said looking at my groin.
To this day I have no idea where my bravery came from as I spoke “Unless you want me to get him out?”
Without waiting for an answer I stood up and unfastened my jeans, my hardness happy to be released.
“Well that certainly looks like it could be fun” Helen said.
Expertly her lips engulfed my shaft, her warm mouth swallowing me. Fire blew through my body as my beautiful step mother continued to work her magic. I knew if I didn’t seize this moment I would regret it for life. I pushed Helen onto her back and hastily pulled down her bottoms, a damp patch clearly visible on her white underwear. My tongue found her wetness, fingers probing as she ground her hips into my face, her hands holding my head firmly in place. As her orgasm began my tongue found her swollen bud, her body thrashing below me.
“I want you inside me”
I didn’t need a second invitation. My purple head eased between her willing lips, our bodies finding a rhythm, mutual satisfaction our aim. As the volcanic forces inside me brought on my orgasm I looked down at this magnificent creature. My souls seed tore through me filling my stepmothers fleshy receptacle, guttural noises heightening our dual explosion.
The remainder of the night opened many doors to me in relation to my sexual journey, such doors still a cherished memory as I fondly reflect on an inspirational night.
Category: eroticliterature
A Firm Hand (Part 2) – MF
**A Firm Hand (Part 2) by A. G. Ellis**
I stand and let you relax your damp naked body against me, your back against my chest. “Come with me,” I say, gripping your hand.
On shaky legs you follow me into a bedroom, and while you take a moment to breathe, I move a wooden ladder-back chair to the middle of the floor. I don’t sit you in it. Instead I urge you to kneel on it, so your knees are on the seat and your elbows across the top rail of the back. You flash an expression at me, seeking approval. You are shifting, so aroused, growing more tense with anticipation as I unbuckle my belt and walk around you. I can see your eyes fixated on my crotch, knowing you’d soon get a glimpse. But you aren’t expecting what I do next.
I pull my leather belt completely off, then I squat down to wrap it around the backs of your knees, tightening them into the stiles of the chair back. Then I loop the leather and pull your wrists down through the loops, positioning you such that your wrists and knees are secured together on opposite sides of the stiles, your ass in the air and your chest against the top rail. It is like you are tied over a log. I tug the belt until it creaks around the wood.
My cousin, Mara III [MF] [Cousin]
Hey guys, I’m glad to see how many people are enjoying this story. The third chapter was originally posted [here](http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3457359/Mi-prima-Mara-III.html) in spanish, by “Hiphop911”. Once again, I hope you guys love it as I do, so I will keep posting the next chapters if I see you guys like it. Enjoy! :)
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It was a bright new day. The sunlight coming through my window woke me up. I had slept as good as baby, after what happened with Mara. What a great night it was with her. I felt great.
Someone was knocking my door.
* Come in
I said.
* Good morning baby, check out how great I am, I brought your breakfast to bed.
This is the right way to start the day. She made me some toasted bread with jelly and a latte. She was right, she’s great. Plus, she looked gorgeous. Her hair tied up, wearing a huge gray t-shirt, covering just below her butt. Couldn’t see if she was wearing shorts or panties.
* How did you sleep?
She cutely asked
* Great
I replied smiling and very happy
Childhood friends reunion [MF]
Me and Aurora have been close friends since middle school, she was Italian but her parents moved to the US when she was only a few years old. We were best friends but lost contact going to different colleges, and, because she wasn’t on Instagram or any social network and barely used a phone or a computer it was difficult to stay in touch but we kept calling each other once every two months so I wasn’t surprised when she called me: she was supposed to tell me when to go and how to dress up for her birthday party the next day. What did surprise me was what she told: her boyfriend broke up with her a couple hours before so she didn’t feel in the mood for a party. I was shocked: they always seemed the perfect couple!
I was also a bit disappointed, this party was the occasion of seeing each other in person after almost ten years.
I must admit that not being able to meet her was what depressed me the most: back in high school I had a big crush on her and apparently time hadn’t changed that.
I decided to shoot my shot and go to her regardless of the party being cancelled; besides I had already booked a room in an hotel and the suitcase was ready, I just had to pack her gift.
The next morning I woke up early and got in the car, ready for 8 hours of driving.
Inappropriate People
He was her work buddy. They rode the elevator together and sometimes had lunch together. Ken was tall, with a baseball player type build. Nice arms, a goatee, and working man’s hands.
She was pretty. Short but not stumpy. Big, perky tits yet to be ruined by children. Straight, honey-colored blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
Over the years they developed a friendly relationship and banter. Never anything inappropriate, they both seemed to be happily married. They’d meet in the cafeteria at lunch and talk about their favorites on Netflix and the things their spouses had done to annoy them the night before. Amelia had always found him attractive and she had caught him sneaking a look at her tits every so often.
She enjoyed their time together but they had never hung out outside of work.
It was Christmas and the annual company party was at a beautiful hotel. All the years before they’d both brought their spouses to the party but this year they were both flying solo. Since most others were there with their dates, they had sort of paired up for the night. Laughing and drinking way too much, they spent the night getting closer and closer to each other physically. And enjoying the emotional connection they had already begun to build at work.
The Estate: Part III C – The Cottage Concluded [MF][FF][Cuckquean][FemDom][Cum]
Kindly leave comments and suggestions. I am always looking to improve/ incorporate your ideas.
[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part Three A](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gpls57/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_mfff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part Three B](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gqqh3w/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_continued/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Chapter 11
“Walk away and you will never be liberated.” Katarina said as she calmly closed with me in the courtyard.
“Liberated?” I replied sharply. “You know what I saw when I opened that door?” … “a marionette.” “I didn’t come here to trade one master for another.”
“Look” Katarina explained. “This was necessary. You think a blowjob will absolve you of your guilt? He is holding you back. The fact that you even felt remorse for the other evening shows you are not ready for this lifestyle. Trust me on this.”
The leash tightened. “Who is she.” I inquired.
Katarina explained that she stumbled upon Jessica a few months before she met me. She had come across a Reddit post where the 25 year old confessed that she had not had sex since she was 18 and was looking for guidance.
At 19, Jessica had been nearly raped while a freshman in college. Though she fought off her attacker, she fortified herself for years and struggled with intimacy as a result.
A Firm Hand (Part 1)
**A Firm Hand (Part 1) by A. G. Ellis**
You call me and say you want to meet. You’re horny and need release. You’re craving satisfaction. I tell you where to meet me, but I want proof how ready you are. I don’t want anything in my way. I tell you to put on a skirt or a dress, and remove your bra and your panties before you arrive, so I can feel your excitement immediately. You agree, and I can already hear the tremble in your voice.
When I first see you, you are wearing a skirt as instructed and I can tell by the hang of your shirt, by the way your nipples play on the inside of the fabric that you aren’t wearing a bra. And I can see how your nipples poke, in the way your cheeks and chest are flushed, that you have been thinking about me the whole time since our call. I watch you as I follow you in, see your bare legs, the way your skirt dances around your thighs, and I know you’ve done everything I’ve asked to get prepared.
Awakened by Dawn’s Cheating Light (MF) (Cuckold)
A fantasy of sorts that I wish I had been able to live out with my husband. Perhaps sexy, but hopefully entertaining. Enjoy…
Dawn walked into her house in a daze after work that day. She was later than usual. Her typical routine of changing into more comfortable clothes and starting dinner before her husband arrived home from work was disregarded. She immediately sat on her couch and stared blankly into an imaginary abyss.
That’s where her husband found her sitting. His words finally snapped her out of the self-induced trance that she had put herself in. “What’s wrong? Are you OK? Did something happen?” finally registered in her head when she felt his presence beside her and his arm around her shoulder.
She turned her head to look at him. Tears began to fill her eyes. “Oh David, I’ve done something terrible. You’re going to hate me.”
David looked at her with concern. He rubbed her back and urged her to explain what could be so horrible that he could possibly hate his beloved wife of almost 20 years. Had she robbed a bank? Struck a young child with her car and fled? Has she pushed someone off of a tall building?
Undiscovered Worlds: Cruise (MF )(Expansion)
I was working on this on Monday as a writing exercise, but it was so easy to write. It was so amazing.
Anyway this has some light expansion and sex. I feel like the story has more chapters to it be you d this short story.
I am going to be on Twitter [@brandedtoe](www.twitter.com/brandedtoe).
There was so much formatting issues as well so I apologize if I missed anything.
Claimed in a Parking Lot: A True Story [consensual non-consent] [creampie] [primal] [wrestling] [chase]
I needed it. I needed the pain, the fear, the catharsis that comes from being claimed. I needed teeth and hands on my neck, someone to pull my hair hard enough that I cry out in pain, someone to rape me. I needed to turn off the voices in my head, the self-hatred, the shame. I needed someone to claim me.
I was still fairly young at this point, scarcely eighteen, and living with my family. Due to a long series of events, a ton of my self-esteem came from my sexual appeal, so I used my body the best I could. And that certainly worked–I’m a 5’3 curvy half-Asian chick with glasses and long black hair. I discovered BDSM online at the age of fourteen, but I know it’s been in my veins since I was a kid.
I…also was not very bright. (Still am not very bright.) I went on a lot of misadventures–got into a lot of stranger’s vehicles, slept with a lot of strange men, and was occasionally paid for it. Looking back, I can’t believe I’m still alive. In fact, not long after the events of this story, I would find myself locked in a cage by a 43 yr old Dominant that I’d met maybe an hour beforehand, surrounded by strangers that largely didn’t speak English. And then wound up being his masochistic submissive kitty for four months. But, that’s a story for another time.