Room 666 NSFW femdom, reverse rape, demons

Room 666

It was a stormy August afternoon when a young man stepped out of his silver convertible. Attempting to get shelter for the evening at a small innocent looking inn on his way from his home in Norman Oklahoma to start his new job in Las Cruces. As he stepped through the front door into the main lobby he was greeted by a beautiful tall heavier set woman. “Welcome to Hilltop Inn. I am the manager Jean Du Sang, Can I help you?” She said.

Staring at the rain-soaked baby blue-eyed man there in faded blue jeans and a grey tee clinging to his hard muscular chest and stomach.

“Yes, my name is Lance Ange and I need a place to stay for the night.” He said Looking at the beautiful woman before him with her piercing grey eyes, long dark red hair tied back into a ponytail and porcelain white skin. “Ok let me just let me get your key you’ll be in room 666.”

We Finally Met – Chapter 8 – Her Smile

[Chapter 7 – Sunshine, Moonlight, Good times](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g0w0g9/we_finally_met_chapter_7_sunshine_moonlight_good/)

We got back to the apartment, after a wonderful night in the city. Love was in the air, and we couldn’t help but to feel it and unleash it. We started kissing and undressing as we climbed the stairs. I threw my t-shirt on the kitchen counter, her blouse on the small breakfast table. I kissed her neck and unhooked her bra.

– “Wait” – She interrupted me – “I want to take a shower first” – And she smiled.
– “You know… I love that smile”
– “What smile?”
– “The smile that draws in your face, when you are about to do something nasty”
– “You are more than welcome to come in with me, in about 10 minutes.”

She got in the bathroom, and I got naked, and waited 10 minutes, to get in. She had her back towards the door, I entered the shower, and kissed her shoulder, and then her neck, my hands grabbed her boobs. She put her hand back, and caught my dick. She tilted her head left, and I continued to kiss and nibble her.
I slid my hand down her belly, looking for her pussy.

Sarah’s pussy pays the bills

Sarah sighed as she lounged on the couch, paging through a catalog she’d plucked from underneath the pile of bills on the coffee table. She’d taken to wearing a robe, even in the living room, no longer caring that the two roommates she’d met on craigslist would see her like that. She also didn’t care that she’d spent the morning drinking screwdrivers to “celebrate” her status as one of the newly unemployed.

The three of them had been living together for just a couple of months when the quarantine hit and they’d been total strangers to each other before Sarah had posted looking for someone to help her afford the perfect 3 bedroom apartment downtown.

John was cute in a nerdy sort of way. He didn’t come out of his room much these days, so Sarah didn’t think he’d even notice her laying on the couch in a bathrobe. Pete was cute in a more traditional way. Sarah knew he worked in sales or something. He was on the phone all day lately, so it seemed like he was still managing to work from home. *Lucky bastard*, she thought as she added up her meager savings, subtracted the bills she had to pay, and got more depressed.

Moved in with hot Aunt. Part 7 (M/F)

[Intro & Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxn07q/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_got_a_hand_job_hoping_for/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxvmi4/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_2_mf/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fy7xvx/moved_in_with_my_hot_aunt_part_3_mf_quick_tit_fuck/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fyg2zh/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_4_mf/)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzaqf9/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_5_mf/)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzymyy/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_6_mf/)

Now that I had nothing to hold me back, I figured I could quickly hook up with Melissa, no problem. When I took my chance and went in for a kiss, she stiffened up. I could tell something was wrong. But I pushed my luck and shoved my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her recoil slightly.

“Oh fuck,” I stammered. “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.”

“Uh, yeah, dude, that was…”

“weird? I’m sorry.”

“Well, not just that, it’s just I didn’t know you liked me like that?”

“Yea I’m just sorry, look I think I fucked up, can we like get a do-over?”

She looked puzzled. But there was a glint in her big eyes as she smiled widely, saying, “I was taken back because I had no idea you liked me like that.”

“What do you mean, of course, I like you.”

“Doesn’t always seem that way, though.”

A Secular Song

A Secular Song

A Secular Song

Dreamy ruby lips worth kissing a thousand times, you give to me. Orange tresses always generous no thief, only me stealing from you a touch, your breast. Eyes watery sometimes I think you’ve been crying. Worldly agreeing with you may I nip your nape? Hastily she comes up handing me a gift. But I already have one.It’s you featherlight baby let me take your hand, may I?

A Spanking Is a Work of Art [MF] [Mdom] [SM]

I never neglect the build up.

The slow, methodical pulling down of her panties so they’re nicely resting around her ankles and her bare bottom rests nervously across my lap.

I watch her shift weigh side to side. Turning her head to try to look up at me, wondering when the first blow is coming.

I’ll caress her bottom. Feel the softness of her tender flesh. Disarm her with my gentle touch. She usually exhales. Letting her guard down. Un-clenching her ass cheeks.

I let my left hand wander up her spine. Usually to the back of her back. It’s such a vulnerable position to be in, I imagine. A brat’s holes fully accessible by my right hand; my left hand able to grab her neck. Whether she wants to breathe or be bred, my hands could control her most primal urges.

The first smack is always the most jarring. The serene, peaceful bliss of my hands caressing her bottom and back ends with a loud smack. I’m a marksman with a bottom over my lap–my calloused right hand always hits the sit spot, right across the crack. Inches from her cunt.

Daddy Says [DD/lg] [MfM] [Oral] [Coercion]

She didn’t like the warm wet pressure of the tongue gliding up her slit. The feeling of her thighs held apart, leaving her prone and vulnerable made the situation even more uncomfortable. On her back, the scent of sex in the air, she laid restrained. Helpless. Exposed. Available to be used. She didn’t like it this way, but Daddy did so she did as she was told. And today she was told she would be tied up and used as Daddy saw fit.

The tongue continued in her slit, finding a sweet spot just to the side of her clit. Her hips moved involuntarily toward the source of the pleasure. Daddy was the only one she wanted to receive pleasure from, and though she couldn’t see through he blindfolds, she knew this tongue was not her Daddy’s. The idea of coming for someone who wasn’t her Daddy brought fear, guilt. Still, the tongue worked her pleasure spot bringing her ever closer to climax.

Prep [MF][BDSM]

She checks the instructions on her phone. She’s clean. Dripping wet from the shower, her hair turbaned on top of her head, warm and heavy. He hasn’t put his requirements in any kind of sensible order. She rearranges them in her head: she’s already waxed and smooth. She dealt with the enema before getting in the shower. That leaves hair, makeup, clothing, and the toy.

Hair first, she decides. She dries herself roughly, then hangs up the towel. Enjoys being naked as she pads about her room, kneels in front of the mirror. Dries, brushes, dries some more. Pulls it back, examines herself, lets it loose, pulls it back again. Eventually she ties it back and tidies up the loose strands.

What’s the time? Three-quarters of an hour until he arrives. She should have started earlier.

She’s enjoying being naked. Doesn’t want clothes just yet. She gets onto the bed, props up the hand mirror and does her makeup. A soft, cold swipe of eyeliner along her lids. Blink. *Wear eyeliner, but minimal other makeup*. That’s what the instructions say. She wants some foundation, but she keeps it light and blends until she’s sure he won’t notice.

The Squirting Roommate [mf] [squirting] [anal] [long]

I’m sitting in my dorm room which I share with a girl named Sophia and she is quite pretty and I have a crush on her and I have a feeling that she also has a crush on me. So I am sitting and doing my homework and she is just sitting on her bed watching some stupid movie and I get annoyed on the fact that I am always doing some kind of work and she’s free all the time. I ask her about this and we talk for a while and after, we both sigh and then she comes over to my desk and starts rubbing my shoulders and this is quite unusual as this never really happens, but I am not complaining to be honest. Then she asks me to come over to her bed to watch Netflix with her, I still have homework and I tell her I just have a little left and I will come after I am done. So I finish my homework as fast as I can, writing something I couldn’t remember I wrote the next day.

A Welcome Interruption [MF] [MFMF] [FFM] [MMF] [oral] [anal] [DP]

We’d just gotten to our hotel from our date where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and barely had the door closed before tearing each other’s clothes off. I got on my knees in front of the door and worshiped that cock I love until your knees were weak. You pulled me up, walked me backwards toward the bed, spun me around and bent me over the side of the bed. You dove in eating my pussy and ass like it was your job. You were surprised to find that my ass was still lubricated a bit from playing with my plug before you picked me up.

Just as you got me moaning good there was a knock on the door. You groaned into my ass and yelled “go away.” I slid up and threw on a short, slinky robe and headed for the door. You’d barely gotten covers thrown over you when I threw open the door. A couple, man and woman, were standing there. You didn’t pay attention to what he was wearing but your mouth dropped open when you saw she had on an overcoat, just short enough you could see she was wearing thigh highs.