Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6q8gwo/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight.

[Humil][chastity] Innocent naive college virgin wins a sorority’s life time virgin award. His prize isn’t what he thought it was.

I was homeschooled by my overbearing mom until college. She wasn’t religious, but she was as sheltered and naive to the world as one could get. It was never something I thought about growing up, just as a boy doesn’t know what something is, like a combustion engine, until he’s told of its existence, I didn’t know about sex. I was aware people had it, it’s how babies were made, but outside of that, I was clueless. I never thought it’d be a prominent factor in my life. Boy was I wrong.

I started college at one of the largest universities in the country. Unbeknownst to me, also the largest party school. I found this out via a sorority event believe it or not.

At the time I was unaware, but apparently during pledge week for the major sorority, the pledges are given the task of finding a virgin and bringing them to a party. Like a dinner for schmucks type situation.

[Request] A boyfriend in love gets unknowingly cuckolded by a disgusting older man who eventually even becomes his boss.

“Are you James Whiting?”

“Uh yeah, who are you?”

“My name doesn’t matter. I was paid to find you and deliver these, they’re divorce papers. I was instructed to tell you to sign them and have them to Julia by the end of week” his hand was stretched out holding a thick manilla folder.

I reached to take it. Said good bye to the man and sulked back into my apartment, collapsing in my sofa, feeling defeated.

I looked back on my relationship with Julia, thinking about where exactly things went wrong. I had always neglected to reflect, trying my best to stave off the shame and guilt. But I was always left wondering why it all went to shit. Or rather, how?

I got out my laptop and started typing it all out from the beginning. I always enjoyed writing and had always found it cathartic. So, here’s my story.

Breath Of The Wild X Rated Part 2 Zelda’s Sex Lesson

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda franchise and do not own the characters of the Legend of Zelda series, they are owned by Nintendo. This story is entirely non-profit. Please support the official release.
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Note chapter this takes place before memory 6
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I find myself walking through the hot sand of the Gerudo Desert with my companions. Everyone but Link, Urbosa, Daruk, and I look like their about to drop dead from the heat and our long journey. Urbosa of course is right at home as she is from these lands. Link just doesn’t care, and I am just happy to finally feel accepted by the group as a whole. My thoughts are again brought back for what must have been the thousandth time to the night Link and I met on the river bank just over a week ago and I feel my body shudder slightly in pleasure from the memory.

Breath Of The Wild X Rated Part 1 A Very Frustrated Princess

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda franchise and do not own the characters of the Legend of Zelda series, they are owned by Nintendo. This story is entirely non-profit. Please support the official release.
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The month has been awful. I have been continuing my studies of the shrines with next to no success. What would my father say if he found out I have made no progress with my training. And to top it all off THAT boy would not leave my side on orders from my father. Why did he have to be my escort? Every time I look at him I see my own failures…

Request: Erotic stories for a specific fetish of mine

Stories similar to these.

https://www.literotica.com/s/just-a-feel-ch-02
https://www.literotica.com/s/beware-mr-green

Basically a dirty old man (genuinely dirty, filthy fat and balding) scoring a hot girl or woman who is disgusted by him at first. Bonus points if he cucks a handsome guy and impregnates his wife. Also no one should be black. She should be indifferent to him or disgusted by him at first. The POV should not be from the old man or the woman’s. Either the author or the cuck husband.

I’ve read most of it in literotica or anything available on asstr.

The Session (M/F A photographer and his model engage in some extra-curricular activity after a shoot.)

It’s Sunday. Jacob and I just wrapped up a nude photo-session in his studio. Afternoon sunlight streams through the giant window above the couch I’ve tossed my bra and t-shirt on. I’ve been an erotic photography model for several years. I do other work as well, but mostly I stick to nudity. It always makes for an interesting conversation upon meeting new people. They always want to know if I sleep with the photographers. The answer is no, I don’t shit where I eat.

I met Jacob through a friend who passed along my contact info when he mentioned he was looking for a model. I’ve never been nervous with a photographer before, but upon meeting Jacob I was instantly attracted to his wide, boyish grin, and his floppy mop of dark hair he was always pushing out of his sparkling green eyes.

I bend over to pick my jeans up off the floor where I had stepped out of them earlier. I slip them over my pale thighs fastening the button just above my pubic bone.

“What do you have going on today?” Jacob’s asks.

Is it my turn to fuck you tonight? [m/f]

Sometimes I look at you, and I want to hit you. I want to punch you, slap you, cut you open and crawl inside of you. I want to own you and possess you. Neither of us knowing where we begin and the other ends. I am so full of bursting need, I can feel it bubbling over.

Imagine the sheer pleasure of our bodies becoming one.
I am lost in the dark as you drive yourself into me, your hands on my hips and my face in a pillow. I enjoy the struggle to catch my breath. The fabric smothering me for you.
My senses are focused on every sound that we make, the slap of your balls against my clit.  The sucking sound of my pussy, trying to stop you from leaving us.

I feel weightless, I feel earthed. It is carnal. Groaning and sweating, the air is filled with the primal smell of sex.

However, no matter how deep you go, it’s never enough. I push back into you, trying to impale myself on you. I am needy and I am desperate, more. More. More.

Own me, fill me, mark me.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 1

(Abigail)

If I had known there’d be eight inches of hot lawyer inside of me before the end of the week, I’d have asked to take Monday off. Instead of making that call, I’m about to walk into a law firm. But first, some context explaining why I’m buried six-feet under a mountain of crap. Gender equality is a fantasy, just like karma.

There I am, two weeks ago. I’m doing my deep breathing after washing off the last of my smudged mascara and runny nose. The right amount of pride and stubbornness held my chin up and rolled my shoulders back as I splashed cold water over my face. I was sure as shit not letting that asshole see that he got to me. Tears were normal, but what happened that day in the store manager’s office was not.

It felt innocent at first – smiles and laughs and an open air for discussion. But big flapping red flags should have been raised when he said, ‘let’s lock the door while we discuss salary.’ Intuition, you have failed me.

Tales of a Lifestyle Couple…..Part 3

27. She lost her virginity at the age of 16 to a 27 y/o man. What/How the fuck? She told me finally a few days after our last sexcapade. She seemed to be growing a bit more confident in talking about sex. I guess in Michigan the age of consent back then was 16? (Not sure what it even is now) This guy was lifeguard at the community pool they used to go to in the summer. She said she fucked him several times but none were memorable and certainly none that were orgasmic. So, in my mind right off I’m thinking, no, I’m knowing, I have a closet slut no matter how shy she is! She also told me she had something to tell me…..well two things. She went to the Dr. and got on Birth Control and last night she gave her BF a blow job, a first ever for the square fucker. I asked her how it went and she said he wanted to fuck like usual at work, quicky style but it is that time of the month. She said sometimes she gives him a hand job but it sometimes takes too long but she couldn’t wait to give him her new found love of sucking cock. He lasted all of 2 minutes, and his cum got on her work T-shirt lol. She said she couldn’t deep throat him like she could me (bonus for the smaller cocked man!) but she loved it. She seemed freaked out like where the hell did that cum come from. I said, “now you are almost a pro” to which she smiled. I made her lunch before she went to school. I told her my friend from school was coming to stay with me on Friday for the weekend. She asked a few questions about him then went to school.