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I was reading this story on Literotica once. It was about this guy who was down on his luck, in between jobs, living with his friend.
The story was getting to a part where the roommate wanted him to dress in his exgirlfriends clothes if he was going to live there rent free.
I didn’t finish the story there and haven’t been able to find it again! Just wanted to know what happened…
Working Hard for a Raise
*this is of course a work of fiction and fantasy. Any reluctance is part of the fantasy and not meant to represent a real situation.*
I’ve just returned home from work. Finally. I shower, enjoying the hot, delicious water and my luxurious organic soap. I get out of the shower and check my phone.
Oh God. A text from my boss. She can’t make me come in tomorrow. I need at least one weekend to myself here and there. Instead, I’m pleasantly surprised to see an invite to a gathering at her house tonight. I’m pretty tired but I know it’s important to accept these kinds of invitations. I text her back, “I’ll be there! Thanks for the invite.” Then I go into my room. I wear a bodysuit as underwear beneath a black tee-shirt dress and add a dangly necklace. I figure it walks the line of casual but sophisticated very well, and the lacy bodysuit underneath gives me a smooth silhouette. I’m ready to go.
Nsfw story pt 3
Serious interpretations welcomed to help ensure clarity of theme: What is it that the woman is wanting most?
“Access”
She watched as her own shaking hand turned the key, unlocking the door that led to him. She willed the trembling to stop. He would hate it, after all, if he sensed her desire too soon. If he saw her need. So, as she always did while with him, she pushed it down. For the moment, at least. She stepped into the warm glow of the apartment’s entryway and heard him in his office, making his words, putting them together for the pleasure of everyone except her. “Ah, you are done, huh? How was he?”
He always danced with her this way.
It was the thing she hated the most about him. He was the only one, however, who could do this for her, who could see her for everything she really was. Though he would never be so artless as to say it. “He was fine.”
He turned around in his chair, facing her direction, looking straight through her. She averted her eyes for a nearly imperceptible second before meeting his gaze. “Come on now. You know you’ll need to do better than that. Tell me how he really was. How did you enjoy him?”
Strip clubs are seedy dives, places where the stage is behind the bar, the customers are only allowed to look, and everyone seems a bit sad. My buddy Dave is a stripper connoisseur, and drags me along once in a while. I don’t have extra spending money, and I’m not enthused to pay too much for my drinks. Particularly in a bar where the women are off limits. It all feels like a tease, harder to get drunk, and impossible to get laid.
We are just out of college, on one of the ill-advised road trips that will turn into stories decades later. Dave has a strip club stop all planned out. I’m not particularly excited, and angry Mike, the other guy on this trip, wants no part of it. Mike and Dave argue, it gets heated, and Mike stays in the hotel bar while Dave takes me on “an adventure.”
Our road trip has taken us out of state, and the clubs are different than Dave’s usual dens of syphilis and depression. The girls here are scorching hot, and they dance right in front of you. They drape a leg over your shoulder while you slip a bill in their garter or their waistband, and the over-muscled bouncer doesn’t bat an eye.
When I was dating my now-wife, I once saw her mother gloriously naked. Now, let’s be clear, her mom is short, chunky but not fat, with short grayish brown hair.
It all happened one Sunday morning. I had just finished filling my girl’s ass with cum, and had to piss. So I went to the bathroom, only to find it occupied by the wet, naked form of my future MIL. From then on, I have fantasized about fucking her.
One day, about six months ago, we were all on vacation, staying in a bungalow by the beach. Everyone was out, or so I thought, and I had a raging hard. So I did what any other sexually neglected husband would do-I took out my cock and began jerking off to random pornos.
I was so close when the door opened and my MIL stepped in. She froze, staring at me mid-stroke, the sounds of the actors’ fucking filling the void between us. She never said a word, just stared at me, biting her bottom lip.
I jokingly said “care to join?” and didn’t expect her answer to be in the form of coming towards the bed and slipping off her pants.
It was during 3rd period where it started. I was turning in my Essay when I made eye contact with Callie. I was about to quickly look away when she smiled at me. It was like magic and I immediately smiled back. This was as magical as it was because before that, me and Callie were far far away from speaking terms. Over the summer I was horny and posted pictures of her and her friends online. They found out and it’s been downhill since. So that’s why that smile made my day. Now I couldn’t keep my eyes off her after that. I had tried not to look at her but that smile drove me over the edge. I observed the way her light dark gray sweatshirt molded to her body and how it stopped at her waist to expose her ass that stuck out in her yoga pants. And how beautiful her dark blonde hair looked in that white UVM beanie. After class was over everyone left to head to lunch. I was finishing my essay when I heard the door close. I turned around and saw Callie at the door, she locked it and walked towards me. She sat down on the table, my eyes glanced at her camel toe.
“yo Aidan, I just wanna say that I forgive you for what you did over the summer. It was a while ago and most of us have forgotten it but I just thought that if I forgave you then we could forget about”, she said.
“Wow uh thanks Callie, this really means a lot”, I said. “But was locking the door really necessary for you to forgive me?”, I asked.
“No it wasn’t, but it was for this”.
Callie leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised at first but then kissed her back. I stood up and she slid off the table, my arms wrapping around her. I slid my hands to the curve of her ass and squeezed it, Callie purred seductively and smiled up at me. I kissed her again and slipped off her sweatshirt. I kissed her neck and got down on my knees as I lifted off her white shirt, revealing her red bra. She bit her lip as my hands trailed up her back and to the clasp of her bra. I unhooked it and tossed the bra aside, staring at her luscious round breasts. I squeezed them and fondled them, sucking on her nipples. Callie groaned as I sucked on them. I kissed down her flat stomach and to the waistband of her yoga pants. I kissed her belly button before sliding her black yoga pants off her legs. Callie sighed as I kissed her thighs, tasting the smooth skin before kissing my way to her inner thigh. I looked up at her, she bit her lip in anticipation. I kissed her thigh on more time before I slipped her red panties down her legs. She stepped out of it and I stared at her now visible pussy. It was wet and had a neatly trimmed landing strip of hair. I licked it softly, making Callie moan with pleasure. My hands slid up her legs as I started eating her out.
“Oh Aidan”, she moaned loudly as pleasure rippled through her body.
My tongue assaulted her clit and tasted her salty juices. She put her hands on my head, pushing my tongue deeper into her body. More moans erupted from her and I licked harder.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop”, Callie moaned loudly.
I felt her tense up and she moaned loudly as she climaxed, her juices squirting onto my tongue as pleasure exploded through her. I stood and kissed her and watched as she got on her knees and unbuckled my belt. She unzipped my pants and slid them off. She stared at my bulge and stroked it with her hand. I groaned with pleasure, dieing for her touch. She slid off my underwear and tossed it aside and took my dick in her hand. I groaned again as her hands performed magic on my erect dick. She kissed the tip and I groaned as she slid it into her mouth and started sucking on it.
“Oh Callie”, I groaned as pleasure rippled through me.
She kept sucking, her hand wrapped around my shaft as her other one was fondling my balls. Pleasure started building up in my dick as she kept sucking.
“Faster”, I groaned.
Callie listened and moved her head faster, causing more pleasure to ripple through my body. It felt like my dick was about to explode so I pushed her head down and groaned as I orgasmed into her mouth. I pulled out and she swallowed. She licked my dick clean and stood up. She kissed me and motioned for me to follow her. I followed her to the back of the room. She bent down on the furnace and watched me as I squeezed her round ass and squeezed her asscheeks before I spread them wide. Callie moaned as I slid my dick into her pussy and started thrusting.
“Oh god Callie”, I groaned as pleasure rippled through me.
She moaned again as I thrusted faster into her pussy.
“Fuck me harder, Aidan”, Callie moaned.
I thrusted harder into her, knocking off her white beanie as I did so. I felt pleasure building up in me so I thrusted faster, colors dancing behind my eyes. I tensed up and groaned as pleasure exploded through my body as I creamed inside of her pussy. I pulled out and rolled her over. Callie and spread her legs as I started thrusting my dick hard into her pussy. She moaned loudly as pleasure built up in her pussy. I squeezed her breasts as they bounced around and kept thrusting.
“Oh I love you so much”, she moaned as the pleasure was almost unbearable.
I felt her tense up and she moaned loudly as she climaxed, convulsing with pleasure as she squirted all over me dick. I pulled out and laid down next to her, wrapping my arms around her as she cuddled against me. I kissed her cheek and we rested there. Her head rested against mine and I enjoyed the pleasure of her cheek against mine. I stood up and put on my clothes, and Callie did the same. I kissed her and we walked out of the room together.
The Most Skilled Gynecologist
There are few things as awkward as a visit to the gynecologist. I always dread going, and I especially dread today. My old doctor moved to a practice in another town, so a new, unfamiliar set of hands would be pushing a cold speculum between my legs. Oh well. I hadn’t had many partners over the last year, but it was still good to get checked.
I sign in right on time and was almost immediately weighed and taken into the exam room. I answer the nurses questions, and once she leaves I take off my bottoms. It’s a struggle because my long acrylic nails make it hard to remove my pants. I haven’t been with anyone in quite a while, and the nails make it extremely hard to masturbate. I hate that sitting in that cool air with my pants off gets me a little turned on. I hope my doctor doesn’t notice.
She comes in and at first I’m struck by how pretty she is. She has short dark hair and thick glasses, but the glasses don’t detract from her looks. Instead, they highlight her soft features in contrast.
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We sat in the car for a solid 15 minutes staring at the neon “Open” sign. My heartbeat seemed to ricochet between my feet and my brain. I knew that once we were in the building, it would be a whole other world.
For months, we had been talking on and off about going to our local swingers club. And we were finally sitting in the parking lot bantering back and forth waiting for one of us to get up the courage to say “Okay, lets go”. We knew that the hardest part would be walking through the front door; and eventually decided that we would just go in and check it out and if we were uncomfortable, we would just leave and go somewhere else.
So we crossed over the threshold and the door swung closed behind us. I pulled myself tighter into the arm of my Sir, tucking every part of my face except my eyes behind his shoulder and scanning the lobby for anyone who might know me or my life outside the door. Finding no one, I relaxed a little. We checked in with the front desk, placed our items in our locker, swapped my day collar for my play collar, and were toured around by a very sweet and wonderful gentleman who concluded our walk-around with “Just sit back, relax, and watch the circus.”