Skyler The Slut

After my first encounter with Skyler, The next day, I went to work as usual. However, by 11 I had received a text from her.

“So…can I be your submissive little slut? :)”

Hiding my phone under my desk, I replied, “Hmm…maybe.”

I shuffled papers around, waiting for my phone to light back up. A couple minutes later it did.

“Pleeeeeeease? I’ll be a good girl!”

“Alright, but that means you have to listen to, and do what I say.”

Again, there was a little wait before she replied, “Oh yay! It’ll be fun…sir :)”

“Rule 1: No texting in school. You need to get a good education. I’ll have more for you tonight at 9.”

“Okay see ya then!”

I was able to finish my workday, but my boxers were pushing uncomfortably against by hard cock. Again, I worked out, showered, and got myself food. I even had time to get coffee with an old high school friend.

But, at 8:45, I sat down on my couch to come up with different rules Skyler would have to follow. By 9, I had a sizeable list, though I was only going to tell a couple tonight.

Advent Kinkendar: December 20th [Ffm]

So yeah, Miss spent some time last night on cuddles and kissing, as well as us worshipping her, while she comforted us about the day before. She assured us that the only drugs she had used were some roofies; there were no cannulas or injections, and sure enough we have no marks. I can’t tell you how relieved I am about it all, though I still feel rather violated. I guess we’ll have to see if anything of a medical or rape kink develops.

As she fingered me awake this morning she was browsing her phone with the other hand, paying me no attention at all. Even after I came, she just moved her hand to jerk off the boy, and then continued to sit there and laugh about whatever she was looking at. She got up and left, our boxes just sitting on the floor by the door.

Unsure what to do, we both sat confused for a while before moving to open them. Disappointingly they both just contained a new list of chores, starting with serving breakfast. Hardly seemed like a gift at all; though as a service slut it still got me excited, so I suppose it counts as one after all.

The Little Kitten

This is a chapter from my wattpad story the little kitten

They were scared. Kissi did not have the collar on anymore so she could escape at any time. But they both made a camp and slept.

In the night Xan made a new restraint out of extra rope.

“Hey what are you doing to Kissi”
“I’m sorry but I cant risk it”

He got on top of her and put it on her

“Stop”

“I’m sorry kitten but I need to protect you”

“Why do you call Kissi that” asked Kissi

“Because your my little kitten”

“Kissi is not yours, she will make you regret this”

“I’m sure you will”

He said before kissing her.

Kissi hissed

“Come on dont you want you have some fun”

He started taking off her rags over her breasts.

“Kissi begs you to stop”

“It doesn’t work like that”

He started rubbing her nipples, causing her to moan. Xan also started rubbing her clit. She started moaning even more.

Xan then put a finger in Kissi. She screamed with pleasure. He added another finger.

The thin line between love and hate: Part 3. The scorching, cum-drenched finale! [MF] [HEA]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebg0j5/the_thin_line_between_love_and_hate_mf_tease/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ecckln/the_thin_line_between_love_and_hate_part_2_mf/)

“This is a bad idea,” I uttered, momentarily able to think because Braden’s hands weren’t on me.

“Wrong. This is a great idea,” he replied as we stood in front of an elevator. He pulled me into a blistering kiss, then slid his hands underneath my dress where he hooked his thumbs underneath the delicate fabric of my thong. His fingers trailed lightly in between my cheeks, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yeah, a great idea,” I murmured, capitulating as my brain temporarily short-circuited.

“Can’t wait to get you out of this,” he murmured, snapping the elastic of my skimpy undergarment. “I’m going to remove it with my teeth. Not yet though, have to do something else first.” He moved a hand between my thighs so he could cup me, then slid an insistent finger in between my lips.

“Oh my God, so wet already,” he whispered harshly, grazing my clit. “That’s so hot. Your pussy is so ready for me.”

I nodded desperately, jerking my pelvis against his hand as I tried to get more of him. The pressure of his palm against my clit was almost unbearable.

25 days of SEXmas – December 20 – Closing the deal with the Realtor (FF) (Oral) (Solo Foreplay)

Natasha slid an inch further down into the hot tub.  The hot water frothed up to just below her chin.  A contented sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and relaxed in the steaming water.  She was 25 years old and had just received the keys to her first house.  The management company had decorated the house for Christmas and had agreed to leave the decorations up until the new year.  Natasha thought it was funny to have a house fully decorated with lights and wreaths but no furniture.  No matter, her goal had been to be in her home by Christmas, and she had made it with one day to spare.

She looked around, there was nearly a foot of snow on the ground, but the covered porch kept her hot tub nice and snow-free.  The cold air on her face felt absolutely amazing, combined with the steaming water over the rest of her body.  The discrete sound system played Christmas songs from the local radio station.  The station was running commercial-free all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day… except for the live Santa updates, of course.

The Succubus Part 1 [MF]

The Succubus

Fifteen hours at work after two of my employees called in sick.
I don’t mind hard work after all it is my company and I made it a success by hard work.
However it just sucks the big one when you can’t find people who are willing to work and have pride in what they do.
I guess I’m just old fashioned and still believe in the concept of a work ethic.

That being said, as the owner I have to keep the store open and if my employees call off I’m the one stuck filling in.
So closing time rolls around, I’m dead tired and my feet hurt.
Thank god I live above my store.
I never have to worry about traffic jams or bad weather.
On the other hand its hard for me to call in and blow off the day saying my car won’t start.

The ten pm news finished and that was my cue to head to the sack.
A quick shower, brush my teeth and its off to la la land.
Thirteen days of this with no end in sight.
If I kept up this scheduled I was headed for a breakdown.

Is there multiple perspective erotica?

Has anyone found or made erotica, or any other form of porn, in which the main character has multiple different perspectives/experiences at the same time? Be it through having multiple bodies and experiencing all the senses, parallel timelines, or whatever plot device. Preferably, in one perspective they’re being dominant to a character/group of characters and in the other, they’re being dominated by the same character/group of characters as in the previous perspective.

It Was Me

I lit a cigarette as we both lay naked in her bed, our legs still intertwined. Spent .

I knew she had a boyfriend. And she knew I had a boyfriend too. That might have been what made it even hotter.

“You’re the first girl I’ve been with who knows how to scissor,” she said, chuckling.

“It’s an art,” I replied. “I’ve studied a lot of porn.”

“Well, I love your artwork, and I’ll be the canvas any day,” she replied as she took the cigarette out of my hand, and thrust her face into mind and kissed me so hard she took my breath away.

As she leaned over, I felt her pussy, which was still soaked from cumming, rub against my thigh. Mine was still wet too, so as we made out like a couple of high schoolers, I shifted my body so that both of our wet pussies touched each other again. She was back on top of me, clit to clit, and my entire body got chills again.

She hastily jumped off of me, with a menacing grin and took a drag of the cigarette.

Advent Kinkendar: December 19th [Ffm] [possible rape trigger warning]

This morning Miss scared the shit out of me – almost literally.

The whole day started fairly normally, Miss waking us both up and presenting our boxes. Each contained a little vial labeled “drink me” in a very Alice in Wonderland fashion. It was cute as fuck, and I didn’t hesitate before draining it. The room span and everything went black.

I woke up strapped into a hospital bed, my legs spread up and wide in birthing stirrups, my mouth filled with what felt like a large ball gag. I couldn’t move my head much to look around, but It looked like one of those back street surgery things you see on TV shows – plastic sheets hanging all around, and bright lights pointed at my body.

I absolutely freaked, convinced that Miss was really some psychopath now going to harvest my organs. The past two weeks were just making sure nobody came looking. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs, but the gag muted it somewhat, and I got no response anyway. That didn’t stop my trying again and again until I was exhausted and my throat was getting sore. I hadn’t even had breakfast and was feeling weak.

Pokegirls, Gotta fuck ’em All! (Part 5: Nigerundayo) [MF] [Footjob] [Facial] [Cum Swallow] [Handjob] [Story]

What’s up people, back with the next part, this is basically just the story element of my series, but don’t worry I’ll be posting a quicky real soon to make up for it.

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The next morning, I woke up with a raging bad case of morning wood, after having fucked two women in such a short time span, not only was I not tired, but I was still raring to go, I contemplated whether this was part of Jirachi’s wish.

I noticed the sound of sizzling nearby and went to check it out. After a couple of minutes of navigating through the maze of machinery, I finally came to the professors living room and kitchen, where she stood making breakfast, in her usual attire, except this time it was an apron instead of her lab coat.

I snuck up behind the professor before scaring her and grabbing her breasts from behind, leading to her screaming in shock.

“Steve!” She shouted, “I’m trying to cook!”

I looked at her pan, where an omelette lay with a few pieces of bacon, beside it was an already finished plate of food, containing a sausage and a couple of pieces of toast.