(Part 2) Jenni’s Tale [fantasy, female pov, sexism, early 20s F, mid 20s M, potential triggering content: contains descriptions of sex slavery, rape, and prostitution]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w1q0k0/jennis_tale_female_pov_rough_sex_prostitution/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” the mayor was explaining. “I’m very happy you’ve volunteered, of course, but are you sure you’ll be safe? We don’t know what’s going on over there.”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” I explained back to the mayor, “and Ayala knows the woods between here and there better than anyone.”

“The woods are the least of my concerns frankly,” the mayor mused looking over us with one of those lingering gazes that leaves you feeling a bit uncomfortable. He stared a moment, then an idea seemed to come to him.

“Alright you have the job, but on the condition you take an escort.” The mayor announced.

Ayala rolled her eyes while I just started back in disbelief. Sometimes this cute sleepy little town seemed so mired in tradition it hurt.

“What? Why?” I asked.

The mayor ignored my question and continued, “My son can accompany you, to see you come to no harm.” and then he called through the open doorway. “Robert, I have a job for you.”

There was a loud disgruntled sigh, and a man stepped through the door. Not just any man of course…

Weekend Getaway (FFFf, humiliation, bondage, open use)

**I’m still just getting started with writing, so any feedback on this or either of my other two stories would be amazing!

I invented this story while, tragically, masturbating alone on vacation while my wife sleeps next to me and friends sleep quietly in the next room over. All characters are 18+ and consenting.**

We’ve been looking forward to this long weekend at the beach with friends for months. Not just any friends, our best friends Molly and Wendy. Now, it’s finally here. We’ve spent a day on the beach, splashed around in the water, eaten tons of food… it’s been perfect. The best news? My period, which had been going on for ten days, had finally ended Friday night. This period was awful, so the relief is immeasurable.

Poolside Peeping Tom [M/F] [CNC, Exhibitionist/Voyeur]

Sneaking in someone’s backyard… Crouching down in the bushes where no one will notice me. I’ve been watching for so long. I know every detail of your schedule. You even left the gate open for me, like you were inviting me to join you tonight.

Right on cue, you step out. The faint moonlight glittering off the surface of the pool and onto your skin. You glance around your backyard, over your privacy fence, making sure nobody’s watching as you pull the strings on the back of your bikini top.

But I see. I watch as the fabric slips away. Your back arches as you bend down and step out of the rest of your bikini. As I begin to feel myself growing hard, my erection pressing against my jeans, you dip your foot into the water. Slowly, you step in. Deeper… deeper.

Even from this distance, I can see the goosebumps rising on your cold skin. I slide my hand up and down my pants, feeling my bulge throbbing. Your hand disappears under the surface… soon, across the lawn, I can hear your quiet whines…

Speechless [M/f][18+]Denial][D/s]

I like it when you leave *me* speechless.

When you come to my door in the middle of the day. Sometimes I am a detour. Sometimes, the destination. A lunch break. A shopping trip. Perhaps a lull in your work.

Your kiss means business. Your lips are not timid as they negotiate with mine. Confidence burns in the caress of your tongue. You bite my flesh and devour my breath. Your body molds sinuously against me. Hands grasping hair. Hips gyrating into hips. Your taking from me is deliberate, transactional. And yet I feel I have the better end of the deal.

You push me in to the middle of my living room. A step taken, an article of clothing lost. By the end you are almost naked. On some days, not. You choose to keep on what you have chosen for me to take off.

And then you kneel.

No, not to press on with your conquest. Your demeanor changes. You hold yourself down on your knees, eyes level with my buckle. Hands primly folded behind your back. Your thighs titillatingly spread, not brazenly so. The skin on your neck and bosom is flushed. Our breathing fills the silence.

Kara is screwed…FINAL Chapter (Part 10) [M/F, dom/sub, con]

Thanks everyone for the nice comments and messages. Hope you’re ready for the final instalment!

*Previously on Part 9:*

*Kara’s ears perked up.*

*“What incentive?” She asked confused “Like, money or…?”*

*“Oh no, nothing so mundane” replied Sean “the player who is our MVP, gets to fuck you Ms Chalmers.”*

*Kara’s eyes widen. She must have misheard. Or maybe it was a joke. But as Kara’s eyes meet Sean’s she can see he’s not joking. She also remembers the snippets of conversation she heard in the carpark. Suddenly it all makes sense. Oh my God, Kara thinks. The whole team knows. Maybe the whole school knows. Kara wants dissolve into her seat and die from embarrassment.*

*“Wait-what, no you-“ Kara begins in a huff.*

*“Yeah I know, I was wondering if I should make it the leading point score gets to fuck you, but then I thought that would lead to ball hogging.”*

*“Y-you can’t just gift me to your pals like some-“*

*“Sure I can” Sean says frankly “you’re mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to gift. Unless it’s too much for you.”*

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Part 10:

(Story Request) (EUF) A female con team both fall prey to an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction when they sneak inside a factory to commit a robbery, admist a group of malfunctioning string machines.

Backstory: Several years after going AWOL from the corrupted French Secret Service, former, villainous agent and henchwomen Diane Schultz (Nicollette Sherdian), now a con who scams and seduces wealthy men, finds herself competing with a reserved leather-clad, retired ace safecracker named Faye Fatale (Dallas Cole) to see who can win over an eccentric fashion designer’s heart first. Their attempts to outwit the other person leads to them teaming up, where they both take turns wooing their target with their own distinctive charms. Their endeavors soon sour, but nevertheless get them crossing paths with the infamous entrepreneur’s string cheese factory, which he plans to turn into a regular warehouse for photoshoots, where they believe a safe vault of his, is hidden in.

Diane Schultz, [https://femalevillains.fandom.com/wiki/Diane_(Code_Name:_The_Cleaner)](https://femalevillains.fandom.com/wiki/Diane_(Code_Name:_The_Cleaner))

Faye Fatale, [https://femalevillains.fandom.com/wiki/Faye_(Glitch!)](https://femalevillains.fandom.com/wiki/Faye_(Glitch!))

Diane’s trope/recurring gimmick: compulsive wedgie picking problem. Everytime she’s in motion, the back of her fullback satin underwear crawls up her backside, creating an uneven, bunched-up thong.

Faye’s trope: compulsive tic of pulling down her skirt, to prevent the exposure of her tan, jiggly ass and dimpled-skin thighs.

Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IMVxCTl8WI

Office Hours, Chapter 9 [Mf] [Teacher/Student]

[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vw1vh2/office_hours_chapter_8_mf_teacherstudent/)

I groaned when I woke, blinking the sleep from my eyes. Waking up in the late morning was a rare luxury for me, and I was definitely savoring it over the holidays. The only thing keeping me from sitting up in bed was the teenage girl lying on it. Jean and I had slept in the bed together, and thankfully after the orgasm I’d given her, she hadn’t tried anything else when we went to sleep. Now she was in one of my t-shirts and her panties, and she was positioned like a slob next to me with drool caking the corner of her mouth, making me smile. It was weird, I just liked how rough around the edges she was. It made her girly moments all the more delightful.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I said softly, moving my arm under her. Immediately, she took a deep breath and pushed herself up on her arms like an upward dog position, her eyes still struggling to open as she stayed propped like that as if she’d fallen asleep again. It was cute and hilarious, but I noticed she hadn’t asked for five more minutes like most people. Perhaps her foster parents had never accepted the line, and she was forced to quickly prove that she was awake. And this was useless speculation that was upsetting me. Instead, I enjoyed the amusing sight in front of me before tapping her lightly on the nose.

Something different part 5

Something different part 5

I waited a couple days before using the key. Now that I had access it was too easy. Her texts weren’t ignored but I didn’t respond. It had to be a surprise now. I wasn’t without some suffering myself. We had been together every day for 2 weeks now I was waiting. On Wednesday I decided to go over after work. I had been thinking about what I was going to do all day. The fib got me in the front and I took the elevator to her floor. It was right after work so I hadn’t showered or had dinner or anything. Frankly I was covered in sweat and hungry.

I entered her apartment quietly. She wasn’t visible at first. Her desk was in the living room and I could hear her typing. My boots were off so she couldn’t hear me walking up behind her. First I grabbed her tits from behind. She jumped and screamed. I had taken my cock out previously so it was pointing straight out. She turned around just as I was pushing her down on her knees. This time being gentle or loving wasn’t in the plan. My dick went straight in her mouth. As beautiful as she was her mouth was just another hole. I don’t know why it was different but it was. She looked scared at first but rallied quickly. We had locked eyes while she took me deep. Her skills were on display like I hadn’t seen before. I was just pounding her face in a way that would have made me uncomfortable before.

Lockdown Dental Checkup – A Unique Experience Pt.1 [Long] [FM] [Public]

Reposting this story as I have a part two cumming out soon.

Since the first lock-down due to Covid-19, my dentist was only open for emergencies. Recently when I got an email informing me they were during routine check-ups again and to get in contact with them as mine was now overdue. I did just that, getting an appointment for the following week and the receptionist advised me they would email me a set of instructions as they were still working within current government guidelines. The instructions were quite simple, wear mask (which was quite obvious) but park in a marked bay in their car park and wait for a dentist assistant to come collect you rather than walk into reception as normal. Little did I know at this point just how different this check-up would be and one I wouldn’t forget.

The day of my appointment arrived, I drove to the dentist and sure enough after pulling in the car park, 5 spaces were marked for patients. Two cars were already parked, one with two ladies in it, presumably waiting to be led in so I pulled into the one of the free and waited to for someone to come get me.

[18+] [F27/M32] [drunken sex] [affair] Married man next door <3

All characters are 18+. I hope you enjoy it!

The sound of the alarm awakened her from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes greeting the warm summer sun shining through her bedroom window.
“Time for work already?” she sighed as she silenced the alarm on her phone. She slid her soft pink sheets off revealing her naked body. She always enjoyed sleeping in the nude, the feeling of the sheets on her bare skin. She walked towards the bathroom passing the window, glancing outside to see what the day had in store for her. The sun rising and the clouds are fluffily rising to the heavens. Suddenly she noticed her neighbor Jon walking his trash can down to the curb as he looked up at her in the window and smiled. Embarrassed she ran to her bathroom trying to hide from his gaze. “No, no, no,” she said aloud as she washed her face, ” How am I going to be able to face him now?” She thought. She always ran into him and his wife every morning as she got in her car to leave for work. She brushed her long blonde hair and finished putting on her make-up, doing her usual cat-eye eyeliner and pink lip balm. She looked down to grab her phone,” Fuck I’m late!” she yelled as she ran to her dresser opening her top drawer. She grabbed a pink lace thong and matching pink lace bra laying them on her bed and ran to her closet grabbing her white collared button-down shirt and pink pencil skirt. She slid on her panties over her large buttocks and then clasped her bra making sure her large breasts looked great. She buttoned up her white shirt and slid her pink skirt up her legs and over her buttocks her skirt hugging every curve. Grabbing her favorite pair of heels and keys as she ran out the door. She quickly unlocked her car, sliding into her leather seats. Jon waved as she backed out of the driveway, she quickly waved and looked away embarrassed. She could see Jon smiling in her revue mirror.