Any cock will do for this little slut [M/F] [humiliation]

in Pete’s bed I couldn’t help but think what a slut I was.

What a dirtly little slut. There was no better way to say it. How else would you explain a hot 18 year old girl in bed with a 25 year old obese nerd, still living with his parents.

I don’t want to be mean, Pete was always a good friend. But that was just it, a friend. I never would have said I was attracted to him – I still wouldn’t And trust me, I would not admit to this to anyone.

But something about the the quiet hum of his fan, laying next to him on his bed, just watching a movie on his laptop was relaxing.
Then he put his hand on my back and gently started rubbing it – completely friendly and platonic, it felt great. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sweet touch of a dear friend.

How was he supposed to know that massages are my weakness? I’m sure it started off innocent enough in his mind… or did it?

Our Little Secret [M/F] [BDSM] [Spanking] [Choking] [Dirty Talk]

“You could’ve just come over.” I closed the door behind me and smiled when he leaned in to give me a kiss. “You didn’t have to call.”

“I know. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Ok, It’s 11:00 at night. Could you not be…” I waved my hand in front of him. “You for like…two seconds. I’m not really sure I can handle it.”

He laughed and kissed me on the cheek, warmth blooming over my face. “How did your audition go?”

“Fine I guess; on short notice. It’ll be amazing if I do get the part, but the room was seriously packed. Hopefully I’ll know by Wednesday if I get the callback. How was your day?”

“Busy and stressful, but overall it was good.” After taking off his shoes, he followed me into the living room and stood in front of me as I leaned against the back of the couch, stroking his hands up and down my upper arms. “I just wish I didn’t have to leave and stay late on a Saturday due to someone else’s mistake.”

I raised my hand and ran my fingers through his hair. “Sorry, baby. Anything I can do to make it better?”

A first sex story [MF] [BDSM]

(This is entirely a work of fiction, and my first attempt at erotic fiction. Hope you enjoy.)

I place the handcuffs on you tenderly, in contrast to what is to come. I take your hands and tie them above your head. I take more cuffs and put them on your ankles, pulling your legs apart to tie them so you stand with your legs spread. A quick check to make sure I have full access to your pussy and asshole. I have oil, and I rub some onto every inch of your naked body. I light candles around the room and turn out the lights so that I can watch your body glisten in the candlelight as you struggle against your restraints.

I retrieve my nipple clamps. The kind connected by a chain. I let you get a good look at them before I start putting them on your nipples. I clamp them down hard, making you whimper slightly from the pain. A few test pulls to make sure the clamps are nice and tight as I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back. Biting your earlobes and your neck as I work my way down to those taut nipples. I reach down to rub your hard clit and feel how wet your pussy is. Just for a moment, though. It’s far too soon for more than a quick tease. There’s much to come yet.

Apocalypse High: Part 4 (MF, blowjob, titfuck, teacher/student, voyeur)

Sorry for the delay folks, finally got a little rest and some time to work on this next post. It’s a bit longer than usual (about 16 pages as opposed to the usual 10 or so) so hopefully that makes up for the long absence. The new post for Apocalypse High can be found here: [https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uOmYMJL_852WTG4BiDd8MqXYluZrQ4oJVRr1SDLlLgU/edit?usp=sharing](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uOmYMJL_852WTG4BiDd8MqXYluZrQ4oJVRr1SDLlLgU/edit?usp=sharing)

Also, of course, a new survey is available. Cast your votes to influence the story when you can, I’m thinking that if I get on a streak I may possibly do another post for this within the next week or so: [https://goo.gl/forms/au6eP73y4hsEw9O02](https://goo.gl/forms/au6eP73y4hsEw9O02)

Lastly, if you are interested in influencing the story even more (we have a lot of ties, oddly) swing by my [Discord server](https://discord.gg/G5cFCPh). I’m currently trying to decide on a tiebreaker for Real McCoy, so feel free to stop in and help me not make my own decisions. =)

Letwri

Corrupting Corrine – Part 3 [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7pdsuy/corrupting_corrine_part_1_mctrl_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7pdsuy/corrupting_corrine_part_1_mctrl_cheat/)

Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9bph6p/corrupting_corrine_part_2_mctrl_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9bph6p/corrupting_corrine_part_2_mctrl_cheat/)

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“What about personal responsibility, though?”

The boy had not raised his hand. He’d simply blurted the question out. Corrine didn’t remember him saying anything in class before that point, and wasn’t sure of his name, but she didn’t care about that or his question. She had other things on her mind, primarily the heavy, sick feeling in her stomach that she’d had since she woke up that morning next to Brian.

Dr. Carson made a brief hand gesture. “Well, why don’t you elaborate?” he suggested. “Tell us what you think personal responsibility has to do with it.”

“Well, I mean, the way you’re describing it, it’s like people are robots,” the boy said. “Like, if I get exposed to something enough, my brain just automatically develops an addiction, and then I automatically keep seeking it out. But like, if that’s true, then how are people responsible for their own behavior? Shouldn’t people have the willpower to resist it?”

Dr. Carson looked out over the class. “Well, does anyone have a response to Matt’s question?” he asked. There was silence. He smiled and nodded. “I figured it was worth a shot. Well, Matt, to your question, I suppose I’d raise another question. Where are you?”

Corrupting Corrine – Part 2 [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7pdsuy/corrupting_corrine_part_1_mctrl_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7pdsuy/corrupting_corrine_part_1_mctrl_cheat/)

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Hey, are you there?”

Corrine tapped her foot rhythmically and stared straight ahead. Her bangs were in her eyes, but she hadn’t noticed.

“Hey, Corrine.”

Tap, tap, tap.

Kat reached over and snapped her fingers in front of Corrine’s face, causing her to jump slightly. She laughed at herself, as much out of nervousness as humor.

“You okay?” Kat asked, suppressing a chuckle. “You know class is over, right?”

Corrine shook her head. “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” she said, beginning to collect her things.

Kat stood up next to her. “You usually do,” she said. “It’s just that it’s usually school. I thought you liked bio.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Corrine stood up and began to follow her friend out of the classroom, chancing a look at the object of her daydreaming as he disappeared into the hall. She’d been stealing glances at him all through the period. Ever since yesterday, Corrine had been looking at a lot of guys she encountered and daydreaming a lot, but this one was overwhelmingly her type. He looked intelligent – glasses, well groomed, stubble, but in good shape and dressed well. The sort of guy she could imagine being both athletically and academically active.

Cute Nerdy Redhead Loses Her Virginity [MF, oral, vaginal, age difference, virgin]

Excerpted from HOT NERD GIRLS

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The Story Thus Far:

*Tesla, a very nerdy college girl with red hair and a thick figure, is hired to help an import-anime vendor for a day at a sprawling scifi convention.*

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“In here,” Taichi said as he turned the key into a side room Tesla had never noticed before. They stepped through and the vendor locked the door again. They were both grateful for the sudden relative quiet, with the crowds outside just a background murmur through the door.

The two of them had been able to work their way through the long lines at the concession stands, only to find most of the seating taken. Taichi suggested going somewhere they could enjoy their lunch in peace, and knew just the spot.

The young woman looked at all the stacked boxes and a central table nearly overflowing with stacks of comics. “What is this place?”

“The convention center uses it to store their folding tables and chairs, which are pretty much all in use right now. The con staff converted into a storage vault of sorts for the big auction Sunday night after the ball. The material is mostly from private collectors. Since I’m one of the most senior vendors here, and my section’s just a short ways away, they trusted me with a back-up key.”

Meta

“Hey, do you have those reports ready?”

My phone shook in my hands at the words I heard over my right shoulder. My heart pounded as I prayed my coworker didn’t see what was on my screen. I paused for a second too long before I turned my phone over on my desk and faced him.

“Umm, yes I…uhh… finished them a few minutes ago. I was just checking my personal email on my phone just now,” I stuttered out.

My face turned red, my heart pounded and my palms started sweat.

*Oh fuck, there is no way he saw what was on my screen, right?*  

“Ok…good. Uhh you umm…I…we…” He started and stopped his sentence a few times as his face turned beet red and he started to sweat.

Judging by his reaction, I knew he saw something. I needed to know exactly what he saw.

*Fuck! This is so bad.*

A Game of Depravity [Part 4]

*Many apologies for the the infrequency of updates. I know several people have been waiting. Your encouragement and desire to continue on this literary adventure is noted and appreciated.*

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Daniel wasn’t home when she arrived, but his car was still parked in the driveway when she pulled in beside him, garage door rumbling as it sealed their vehicles in for the night. After a few minutes of searching the vacant house she felt her determination wane.

There had to be a reason he had not taken her yet, and it couldn’t be simply because he believed torture to be akin to sexual gratification. Perhaps sober, the thought of her entirely undressed wasn’t as appealing to him. It wasn’t appealing to her, which is why she so often preferred fantasy to reality. Which is why she hadn’t slept with a man in nearly two years.

Yet in a matter of days Daniel had made her ache, a constant pooling of desire evident in her panties. Had she wanted to take them off and throw them at him while screaming this was his fault? Yes.

Had he gotten her to pleasure him orally in her very office? Yes.

Geneticall Modified Sub Male (2)

Sylvia and Alice entered a vast circular room with wide doors. “If you want, you can choose a specialized male sub slave,” explained Sylvia. “What do you mean specialized?” “When we raise a male sub slave, we make sure that he is skilled in all areas to satisfy all your desires. However from a certain age, we “specialize” them in a particular practice in which they will eventually excel.

For example, in this room we have “foot slaves” that specialized in the care of their mistress’ feet. They are experts in massage and foot maintenance. Thus, they know how to give perfect pedicures. In addition, they underwent surgery to make their face absolutely comfortable as a footrest. It’s very simple, the features of their faces will perfectly fit the shape of your own feet and it will feel like putting your feet on a very soft cushion. They really are living footstools!!”