Whatever Lisa had spiked her wine with had almost totally worn off now. With a horrified look on her face she glanced at Lisa, who was standing beside the bed , her lips trembling. She heard Earl say, “Lisa, why don’t you lie down beside Vicki and turn on the TV, and show her our little video. Confused, Vicki looked again at Lisa, who without hesitation was doing as her father in law instructed. The screen flickered to life and the first thing she saw was Lisa, her head between Vicki’s legs, hands keeping them spread apart. The camera cut to Vicki’s face, a look of ecstasy, or disgust filling the screen, it was really hard to tell which. The scene continued, showing Lisa lapping eagerly at Vicki’s pussy, then the sounds of her building orgasm filled the room. The entire episode that had taken place when she was drugged played out before them. It was impossible to tell that she wasn’t enjoying every minute of it. She continued to watch, as every moment they had been together, alone in the room spilled from the screen, right up to the shower from just moment ago, edited to look like they were both in ecstasy.
Category: eroticliterature
Living in the Past Pt. 3 [MF] [M POV]
I crawled back to her surrendered ass. I could see her pussy lips glistening from how wet she was. A drip of her sex begun to fall down her inner thigh, as if her pussy was crying of joy for what it was about to endeavour.
I bent down to the escaping drip and glided my tongue up its trail, leading straight into her damp flower. She gasped as my tongue danced back and fourth upon her lips.
“Ohhh… Oh fuck. Fuck me please, I can’t… I can’t take this…ohhh,” she moaned. I guess I had given her enough sexual hell for one night.
I sat up and grabbed my erect cock and poked it into her split. She immediately backed into it before I could give her a good first pound. My bulge slid right into her warm, moist pocket with ease. My cock swelled against her tight walls. We both let out moans and we began to slap into each other.
After Work [F][Solo]
It was just one of those days. Her feet and legs ache from standing most of the day in heels. She felt icky since the air conditioner wasn’t functioning in the office. And no matter what she did it had been impossible to please her boss.
The heels didn’t even make it all the way to her apartment. She took them off as soon as she reached her floor and carried them by their straps the rest of the way from the elevator to her door. Her bra was unclasped as soon as her apartment door closed behind her. Just feeling the release of pressure from around her chest after so many hours brought some relief.
She tossed her purse on to the couch and saw some of its contents spill out, but she didn’t care. She would deal with that later.
The skirt was unzipped as soon as she entered her bedroom and the sway of her hips as she walked to her bathroom convinced it to fall down her legs. She simply stepped out of it when it reached the floor of her bedroom.
Sara’s Self Discovery Part 4
When this was done I reached into my nightstand and took out a blindfold I had fashioned out of some black cloth I had.
“Sara, do you trust me, you know I will never allow any harm come to you.”
“Yes.”
I placed the blindfold around her head and had her stand still.
Reaching into my nightstand I took out a few objects.
The first was a feather.
With the gentlest of strokes I touched the nipple of her breast, at the first touch she jumped about a foot, not knowing what I had in mind.
But her imagination was running in overtime and she had expected something far more sinister.
When she realized what it was she began moaning in anticipation.
I spent the next fifteen minuets teasing her body from head to toe with that feather.
When I spread her bottom open and stroked her between her cheeks she went crazy with moans and groans.
Touching her pussy with the feather brought forth an even louder reaction followed by her knees buckling and almost causing her to fall to her knees.
Poe’s Westermarck
The subtle incoherent taping of distant raindrops, made individual acute experience to recede. Feelings, expressions, colors, and noises were treated like a rhythmic carousel to the rain. While there; blue tipped greens, half remembered conversations from a decade past, and the warm smell of cinnamon mulled to make a warm mold wine of experience. Pleasant, but completely out of season.
Tap, tap, Tap: The close drops crashed into awareness, moist rainlets clung to arm hair, and skin like rats trying to escape a sinking schooner. The pleasant lantern awareness of comfort broke, not unlike that same ship the rats were trying to flee. Sight narrowed, skin, white, red, straw, and a pale salmon. A question was asked. It awaits a reply! In an attempt to recover a meek, “wha?”
“You weren’t even listening to me, were you?” the warm voice ejaculated playfully.
“Yes, I was! I just… the rain is nice. that is all,” the reply was firmly assuritive.
“If you weren’t just stairing at my tits then what did I say?”
“I, uh. remember the orchestra bake sale? I was thinking of that.”
How to get out of a speeding ticket, part 1 [FMM]
You knew it was a bad idea to go that fast, but you just love the feeling of freedom on the highway. It’s too late to do anything now, you’re pulled over to the side and a policeman is slowly walking towards your car. This will be an expensive mistake, and if things go really badly, you might lose your license. The policeman knocks on your window, and when you look at him, all thoughts about your issues disappear. He’s at least ten years older than you, but his chiseled chin, warm eyes, and muscled body makes your heart skip a beat. He waits for you to roll down the window before he speaks.
“License and registration, please.” he says in a deep voice.
“I’m sorry, I was just”
“I’m not interested in excuses, miss. I just want to see your license and registration.”
You realize there’s only one way of getting out of this without it costing you a fortune. Even though your boyfriend is sitting right there, you’re going to have to flirt with the officer. Hopefully, it won’t have to go beyond some innocent flirting. You lean over to the glove compartment, and while your try to find the registration with one hand, you use the other to discreetly pull down your dress a little, showing more of your cleavage. You see that your boyfriend notices what you’re doing, and he looks at you with confusion.
Can you smile with satisfaction while you do this?
I love my cotton candy pink hair that drapes down my shoulders and over my voluptuous and beautiful body. When my pink strands glide over my plump chest, I run my fingers over my covered nipples to tease myself and spark my own desire. A desire that is addicted to the way you tend to all of my delicate, tasty features. My hourglass figure displays my sexual agenda when it carries my favorite red lace panties that plunge themselves into the darkened crevasse that reveals itself to you and my sweet cheeks tease you. You see hints of my sweet spot through my nearly transparent panties when I glide my legs open while you watch and I dive my fingers down to touch the smooth fabric; feeling the subtle curves beneath the thin layer barrier. I bite my lip as I’m resisting the urge to sharply pull your hand in to feel for yourself. I want you to explore my body. I feel the magnetic tension between us and only gravity’s strength is keeping me from crawling on top of you and thrusting my hips over yours at this very moment. Forwards, and backwards; feeling you get harder and harder with every movement I’m dominating over you. To lock you down, I grab your wrists, one at a time, and force your arms over your head.
“Emily’s [M]emorial [F]uck”. Y’all don’t roast me in the comments, I’m still noob. [Str8]
On the west coast of LA, the land of deviation and perversion, resides young Emily a perky girl in her mid-20s. She was that kind of attractive girl, she got a sexy wasp-waisted figure like hourglass, being sexier with her luscious firm boobs and cute curvy bum. Her blossom soft lips with her halo-white teeth gave her a charming smile no man could resist. She would usually twist up her golden blond hair into a ponytail to fit with her colorful tank tops, or she’d just let it crash over her glossy skin. Above all, her dangerous weapon was her ocean blue eyes that would easily break your heart if you choose to get close. Emily lived a happy life; she was independent woman making money out of her own business. She was a people person too because she was friendly with everyone, but still she got one problem that ruins her social life. She was hard to please, and her taste in relations was difficult. She wasn’t the kind of girl to get into a usual relation, she even regards usual relations more like a booby prize. All that made her looking for something exceptional to fill her ravenous desires, as she got bored with the repetitive tedious sexuality that tastes the same all the time, soulless out of passion and thrill. During summer holiday Emily was bored; nothing interesting in her life, she didn’t have much close friends and hers were just average with nothing special. One day she was watching porn for some amusement and self-pleasure when she came across a video made her so horny that she got her orgasm easier than usual! The scene was about a gym coach who fucked his client in an erogenous way. It wasn’t just a hook up video; it was a passionate video inspired by a real story. She kept masturbating to this salacious piece of erotica for me while. Emily felt the urge to turn the fantasy into reality because she got impressed by the passion of that video. She wanted to manifest it with another man, a real man who can handle her and awaken her wild horny side. She wanted to feel a different kind of orgasm from the one she experienced alone watching the erotica. In one of their hangouts one of her friends told her about a new gym opening next week and offering special but vague kind of service. At that moment an idea came to Emily’s mind, and decided to join this gym to see if their offers would fill her emptiness that was caused by the lack of satisfying sex. The next day she went to the gym to check it out. As she was new she had to ask somebody for help. She got her eyes on an attractive brawny coach who was going around helping people and giving advice. “Unbelievable, that’s a special service now!” Said Emily to herself. She approached him and started a talk. “Hi! I’m just new here, and I was wondering if you could help me.” Said Emily. “Hi! Yeah! sure. Let me show you around then we talk about the details.” Said the coach. As they were talking, she was staring at him. Her mind was full of smutty thoughts, and her pussy was dripping of the heat of his charisma. “It’s really a pleasure to meet you Mr. Roger” said Emily. “Thank you, it’s my pleasure too” Said coach Roger. Young Emily decided to join the gym and they told her to choose one of their coaches as a personal trainer. Without hesitation, she chose coach Roger whom she just met but really got attracted to. Time passed and Emily got to know Roger more, and they became friendly with each other, really friendly that they used to flirt and laugh together while he used to instruct her in her workout. She was secretly staring at his ripped body and his big bulge every time she got a chance to.“Hey Emily how is it going, how is the new gym ” said one of her friends. “It’s just amazing, I wish they opened long timeago, especially their vague offers” said Emily. “That’s interesting, give us suggestions girl” said her friend. “Sorry girls, I’m keeping this service for myself, no sharing this time” Said Emily. She surely won’t sacrifice her new guy even for the sake of friendship. One day Emily was at the gym doing squats. “No Emily, you don’t play squats this way. You need to lean a bit more and don’t go all way down. Lemme tell you how to do it.” Said coach Roger and walked her way. He stood behind her and put his hands under her booty. “Just reach to the level of my hands and go all way up.” Said Roger. She did exactly what he said, but she was intentionally pushing her booty against his hands. She felt the passion being built and wanted him to touch her, and he felt that too. So, he started touching her tenderly. At that moment she was sure it’s the time for it, she left to the locker room in a hurry, and gave him a wink, a sign to follow her and that’s what he really did. “Am I dreaming or my dream came true” Said Emily to herself. They started with a hot make out session because he was hungry to taste the honey from her soft lips. Lips were touching, sweat was dropping, breath was taken away by excitement. His left hand was grabbing her ass and moving in a circular motion to feel all of its sides. The other hand was on top of her back pulling her closer to his chest. As they both got heated up, he moved to take off her shirt and slowly untying her skimpy black bra. He took off his shirt too, stood behind her and started fondling her twins, licking them and sucking those pointy nips. He slowly got his hand down her pantie moving his fingers through her fuzzy pussy hair. Touching was coming from everywhere; she didn’t know where touching was coming from. All that was just warm up, as the glass of passion started to fill up, he felt it is time to fill her pussy up. He started to take off her sweatpants feeling again her luscious bum that drove him crazy from the beginning. He pushed that pantie down gently with one hand, and with the other he was gently working his way to the happy button. His cock was so hard in his boxer shorts that it was pushing forward, So, he took it out. Even though she got amazed by his huge prick, he didn’t give her much time to feel it as he rapidly rubbed the top of his cock with her pussy lips starting another make out session but below until those lips got swollen, a sign that it was well done for the last step. Now It was the time for him to go inside, “Let’s go for the fun part. Have you done this before?” said Roger. “Go ahead, don’t worry this ain’t the first time.” She said. He started to enter slowly as he felt a tightness which he admired. He started thrusting slowly feeling the warmness of her young pussy but he immediately became frenzy as he got too turned on. “No stop, you’re rushing to the end. Must slow down a bit, it is painful this way.” Said Emily. She wanted to really play the role of that girl in her video to get even hotter. she started something that could be called Intravaginal massage. She was pulling his dick in and out her box, moving her hips in a circular motion and letting her tits touch his face. Those movements gave him a strange sense of relaxation that he got calmed down and turned on at the same time. His hungry dick wanted to get back for another meal so he suddenly became on top of her again. She didn’t resist this time, she wrapped her legs around his back and cried “take me, take me now.” He obliged to her profound desire and started to thrust inside her again getting excitement from her loud moans. He started thrusting faster as they were both moaning louder and louder. Their hot bodies were sweating more, pretty much like after a heavy workout. As he was thrusting faster and faster, he cried “I’m about to cum am about to cum.” He took out his cock rapidly but it pumped huge cum shots everywhere all over her and on the ground. Emily felt a hot sticky liquid on her body, yet she didn’t pay much attention because she came after few seconds too. They were both lying on the ground now, tired after spending half an hour of making love. After a short rest they took a shower together and did some afterplay. Emily went home satisfied and enraptured by the ecstasy of what she could consider a prizeworthy sex. The next day she oppened her laptop to see her favorite porn websites, when she accidentally came across another arousing video.
Sara’s Self Discovery Part 3
Sara spent the next couple of months being a good mother to a beautiful little girl named Sasha.
During this time we talked every day, yet Sara was not quite ready to fully resume our sexual play.
Oh we teased each other and did talk about our sexual histories, yet I felt that there was something that Sara was holding back, something that she was reluctant to talk about.
However I hinted that whatever she told me in confidence would be kept strictly between the two of us.
Sara had hired a nanny to assist her in caring for Sasha due to her and her husbands hectic life and work schedule.
This was a blessing for her, allowing her to be less frantic and care for her daughter with less worry.
It was in the third month that Sara’s libido returned and returned with a vengeance.
Sara was over at my place taking break from motherhood for a few hours.
While talking about nothing in particular Sara knocked over her glass, spilling milk across the kitchen table.
She began to grab for the roll of paper towels to clean up her mess.
The Best Father’s Day Present [MF]
After we ate the dinner my mom made, she looked ready to collapse. Yawning loudly, she walked over and kissed my stepdad on the forehead. She told me to make sure to go to bed early so I wouldn’t be late for work tomorrow, and then made her way upstairs. I caught the glance my stepdad shot her, the eager hope in his eyes, the way he watched her ass swaying up the steps before it disappeared. But she genuinely seemed exhausted, and who could blame her after working two shifts in a row over the weekend? The hospital couldn’t let her take the days off; it was only Father’s Day after all.
My stepdad sank the leather couch beside me, the disappointment clear on his face, and I finally knew the perfect present to give him. I’d felt so bad during dinner when mom presented her lasagna and my stepbrother, who’d gone to the gym, gave him a brand-new watch. All I’d given him was a mug that said, “World’s Best Dad.” I couldn’t think of what to get him. What’s the best way to tell my white stepdad how I really felt about him?