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When Mike is invited to a bachelor party for an old college friend, it’s the last place he wants to go. He’d much rather be at home with his wife and kids. With the party in full swing, Mike’s night takes an unexpected turn when the stripper’s performance rocks his world.
It was her birthday party, the party of a girl Id been talking to for a few years. It was a pool party and I’m not one to swim but I didn’t wanna be rude and no show her party. So I decided to show up and I’d just sit pool side and make small talk with some people and cut out after about a half hour. As I sat there I got acquainted with a few people I never talked to and the girls siblings and mom, soon enough I realized I’d been there for hours. Eventually the sun began to set and everyone left the pool and began to head home, I was one of those people but I was cut short by the birthday girl. She was thanking me for coming and doing this cute little thing with her face when I told her I had to leave. Some of the people at the party were a little younger and couldn’t drive so her mom was taking a few of them home “I’ll be a little bit, darlin do you care to stay with her till I get back so she isn’t scared, she scared a clown will get her” she said with a laugh. The one thing I didn’t know about this girl was her arrogant side, she always got what she wanted. As her mom pulled out of the drive way she walked to the hallway that lead to her room and on her phone started to play the song birthday sex by jeremih. She peaked my interest with the look in her eye. I got up and slowly began to walk towards her as she walked backwards towards her room, and the closer she got the less clothes she had on. When we got to her room she was completely naked and just standing there, I closed the door and locked it and slowly walked my way to me standing with her holding her in my arms. In one swift motion wrapped my hand around her throat and put her on her bed; looking her in the eyes and saying “aww look at the helpless little princess, I guess this big bad wolf is gonna have to eat you up”. She had an absolute look of lust in her eyes, her hands frantically trying to undo my belt, after some fumbling… and an intense make out session she was already sweating from, she finally got my pants off and was on her knees with my balls tickling her chin and my cock bulging from her throat. She was trying her hardest to please me, and she did a damn good job of it as I unloaded what seemed like a gallon in her mouth. I would strip fully naked as she pushed me onto her bed and we began a long session of just exploring each other’s bodies and mouths. Eventually we both fell asleep naked and covered in sweat, and the cutest part is we were in each other’s arms. Until about 2 am, at that time she whispered in my ear “daddy your baby girl is horny” as she ran her fingernails down my back and grinded herself against my cock. I began to stir awake as she began to bounce herself on my cock, I would grab to handfuls of her ass to help her with the bouncing. The look in her eyes was astounding, then her pretty eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed on top of me and her body twitched from orgasm. This didn’t stop me as I rolled over putting myself on top and began to pound her like a jack hammer. My favorite part was when I pulled her into a standing position and pulled her into me by her hair and held her up by her throat, I found it adorable when she collapsed to the floor in orgasm. I picked her back up and let her rest for a little while as I watched the sun come up, soon enough her mom was calling for breakfast. Her mom either was okay with it or was oblivious, probably the first one considering I had to pack the princess around all day… and occasionally took her back to her room.
The doorbell rang and I took a deep, calming breath. I think I was more nervous than my wife was, that day. MY wife was still in the bedroom getting ready, so I got up and went to the door, looking through the peephole. It’s exactly who I thought it would be, so I opened the door and greeted our guest. “Hello!” I said, a bit too enthusiastically, and the man jumped for a moment.
“Uh, hey.” The guy said, looking past me and into the house, “I think I might have the wrong house.” He was a large black man, maybe 6’6’’ with short hair. He seemed to be uncomfortable in our well-to-do neighborhood, and shifted his feet nervously.
“Nope. This is the place!” I put out my hand and he took it, shaking, and I let him into the house. Closing the door behind me, I ran ahead of him to the bedroom and knocked on the door, “Oh honey! Our guest is here!”
I heard several things fall over in the bedroom, it sounded like makeup or whatever other things she keeps in our en suite, and heard her stutter out “One second!”I turned and rolled my eyes at the guest “women” I mouthed and made my way to the kitchen.
hello erotica writers and fans,
the first part of my ‘Jack, the serial cuck’ just went up on kindle and instead of the last-minute edit it would have so badly needed, I just spent a week on the booktrailer for yt etc. Not complaining though, it was lots of fun :) Are booktrailers frowned upon here or can I post it?
either way, any good suggestions, how to get the word out?
xox
i’m dead
she struck me
she sucked the evening
out of my pants
and pockets
we left the bar
banned for life
after we got caught
making out in the kitchen
during her work hours
so off we went to the club
where i fingered her
while we danced
and back we went to the car
where she first blew my cock
and off we went to get gas
and more cash
flung our shirts open at the ATM
i took her home without her clothes
she bent on the couch
but i wanted her on the bed
fucked until we slept
she said i was her bitch
before we closed our eyes
i said okay if you’ll stay
she said yes if you’ll keep me
six weeks into seeing this wild woman
she’s soft to me
she’s bright night or day
she’s overflowing jazz
there’s no such thing as
too many erections
or too much love
or ass.
—kristina taylor, from my book FLORAL MOANS, out on Amazon. [nsfw] [poetry]
My heart pounds ever faster with each passing moment. Her hands on my back send shivers through my body, her sweet smile that I could stare at for ages fading slowly as she leans closer–just close enough for me to make out the smaller markings on her face and feel her soft breathing against my skin, but not close enough to feel her warmth. My hands move from her waist to her back and she sighs gently. One trails higher, the smoothe fabric of her shirt wrinkling a little as my hand moves to rest in the curve of her neck just below her hair, the the other remaining with the slightest pressure on her lower back. I feel her muscles in her back shift slightly beneath my hand as she moves her own hands, one against my knee and the other sliding across my shoulder, up my neck, and toward my face. That one fluid motion sends tingles across my skin. Her hand comes to rest against my cheek and she lovingly draws her fingers across my hair and smiles that sweet smile again, but this time there’s something else behind it. Then she leans in.
*I was chatting with someone who mentioned that she enjoys public sex and teachers. This was my take on the subject matter*
She had been flunking her math tests for the last 3 months. One after the other. Not a chance at passing.
And yet she was a smart girl. Clearly so. Whatever her problem was, Mr. Jones would get to the bottom of it. He told her to stop by his office on Friday at 3pm. They’d go over the test problems and figure out what the stumbling issue was.
“I’m sorry Sir” she said walking in through the door flustered, “my hair is all dirty, I have been running around all day. Would you like me to come back?”
For the first time, it clicked for him. Janet was not just a troubled student. She was also a girl. A beautiful girl even, at that. She had opened a whole new world for him. A world where he wasn’t just looking at a student failing her tests. A world where he was looking at a beautiful woman. A woman he suddenly saw as feminine, as a sexual being. And a sexual being he suddenly knew he wanted.
*Here it is, the long anticipated part II of* [*”How I started my porn company”*](https://www.reddit.com/r/incest/comments/at4s98/ms_how_i_started_my_own_porn_company/)*. Hope someone has a good read. And as always, I am sincerely sorry for the typos.*
My first porn shooting, with my mom playing the female part, was over. After that great experience I was sitting in my room. At my desk. My sister on a chair next to me. We both went through the footage she filmed earlier that day. It was her first time operating a camera. She did more then well. It looked like she had the eye for catching stuff on film. She did some good close ups, some great totals and even the acting scenes were in the right angels.
We talked about improvements for the next time. And yes, watching myself fucking my mom, hammering my hard cock deep inside her didn’t leave me unaffected. My dick got hard again. That bastard even spilled out some pre-cum. Sis took notice of the growing bulge between my legs. Starred at it for a while. In her head, she was clearly planing something. Then her head turned up, she smiled in my face: “Pull that thing out. Blow off some steam. But wait until the camera is ready.”
I have a huge crush on my wife’s sister and need a little help in sating my desires for her. So I’m looking for someone to write dirty stories about her. I’m happy to provide any information you want about her. Here are two things to note:
1 – The story doesn’t have to be about her and I. It could be solo, ff, mf, mmf, mff, gangbang. Any dynamic really, as long as she’s the star.
2 – I won’t bug you about completing a story even if we’ve discussed it extensively. Either you’ll write it or you won’t, there is no pressure.
Please message me for more details on her. I look forward to reading about my dirty sister-in-law.
A dark revolution happened in 2020. You don’t need to know all the details, but many powerful men fed up with feminism somehow won control in America. They enacted the Female Role Act that stripped women of the rights over their bodies.
I will introduce you to Ashlee. At the beginning of this story, she is 18 at the time these new laws passed.
First you need to know what the new laws and world order looked like:
*All women 20+ are rated Class A, B or C based on their attractiveness
–> Class As: top tier women, beautiful, skinny, C cup minimum with round asses
–> Class B: average or minimally flawed women, decent looking but lack assets for A rating. Class B was still a good rating, for example – perky cute little tits could earn this rating.
–> Class C: below average women, anyone overweight of course, and any woman deemed less fuckable
*Women 20+ could be used for the sexual pleasure at anytime, of any man certified for the class.