I was sitting upright, eyeing him laying down next to me. The skin on his chest was a little pink from being shirtless all day. His knees were bent, toes occasionally tapping the ground, his hands tucked behind his head. Just the sight of him turned me on. My mind wandered to his cock while he was saying something about it getting late and wondering what time it was.
‘Time for some dick sucking’, I thought to myself and giggled.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
The sun had dipped below the horizon maybe an hour ago. There was no one around so I slipped my hand over his crotch.
“Just thinking about how I need this.” I replied, giving him a squeeze, then positioning myself between his legs.
My favorite black V-neck t-shirt covered my bikini. I took it off, pulled my breast out and traced his mouth with my nipple before feeding it to him. I returned to his cock while he sucked me, stroking until it was straining against his swimsuit.
He bit and pulled. I watched his tongue flicking against my nipple. I loved seeing his teeth, those delicious lips and the feeling of his tongue swirling around my hardened flesh.
He wrapped his hands around both my breasts as I pulled his cock out rubbing the head against the soft material of my swimsuit. His pre-cum was making a wet spot on the outside while my arousal was making a similar one on the inside.
I kissed my way down his torso, licking the inside of his hips, making him laugh. The tender spot was ticklish, and I never tired of hearing his laughter.
I slid my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. I massaged each side of his shaft with my lips before enveloping it, feeling the tip reach the back of my throat before I gently gripped it with my teeth, sliding up to the head.
He watched me watch him as I sucked his pre-cum, holding his base and pulling him towards me as I sat back on my heels. I wanted to see him better. Observing his pleasure got me just as wet as feeling him touch me.
His eyes followed my mouth as I devoured him. I stuck my tongue out and slid his cock back and forth across it.
The more I licked, the more pre-cum appeared. I watched it bead up at his opening like a raindrop sitting on a leaf before catching it with my tongue. I stroked him, waiting for more while he looked on.
I slid my lips over his shaft and squeezed just below the head. Another drop appeared, larger than the last, and spilled over the edge. I consumed it, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.
His appreciation was audible as he pushed his hips up, making me take more of him in. He took a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place while he shoved into me. The head rubbed the back of my throat, reaching a limit.
It wasn’t the act of sucking his cock, of feeling him against my tongue which had me tingly with desire, but more about the filling up on love by giving to him. It was physically confessing my love to him that fed my enthusiasm, warmed the lips of my cunt and made every kiss, bite, squeeze and thrust so fucking hot.
I stared at the last inch of him, peeking out from my lips, still exposed and I wanted that too. I wanted my mouth to make contact with his pubic bone. I wanted to swallow him whole, wanted his delicious cum to pour down my throat, but I had to work up to that.
“Open your mouth.” he said wrapping his hand around his shaft. I did so, and within seconds felt the warm splash of his cum land on my tongue, slide over my lips and down my chin.
I licked what I could off of my face and wiped the rest away with the back of my hand as he let go of himself and relaxed.
“Don’t get too comfy there.” I said, removing my bikini bottom. “Pussy says it’s her turn.”
Category: eroticliterature
Deerplain Donna 4/5
I told her to go stand next to her husband. She slowly walked and stood beside him. I placed the gun on the bed. I faced them as I unfolded the metal chair at the foot of their bed. I lifted the weapon and aimed it at her husband.
“Melanie, come here,” I commanded. She approached me with an innocent smile and stopped inches in front of me. She made eye contact. I fought with my own fluster.
I said, “With both hands, lift up your shirt above your hip.”
Brent’s wife did as I instructed. Her husband shuffled awkwardly on his knees to the camcorder and looked at its screen. He spoke, “Rotate clockwise.”
We both complied.
He said, “Right there. Good. That’s a good angle. Please continue, Jordi.”
Angrily I said, “No names! Edit that shit out! I am fucking serious. We discussed this, dude. No names and no non-BrenMel faces will be seen in this video.”
Brent was genuinely apologetic when he responded, “One hundred. My error.”
I lifted the scissors and began to cut the fabric of her night shirt. She closed her eyes in a display of pleasure as she heard the metal slicing through the material.
Deerplain Donna 3
I looked at Melanie. She kicked her legs from beneath her buttocks. Her toes touched the floor as would a ballerina’s. The lady restrained a mischievous smile at my observation.
With an annoyed tone I asked, “Brent, what restraints do you have?”
“I, uhh, we… I have hand cuffs and duct tape,” he answered.
I informed him, “Duct tape is useless. I don’t want to leave any evidence behind. It will rip her flesh when this is over.”
Brent said, “I have what is required. We have hand cuffs and duct tape,” he repeated himself.
“Get it,” I commanded.
Brent unlocked a metallic brief case and removed several rolls of pleasure tape and two pairs of hand cuffs.
Melanie was livid, “Why did you tell him that we have that? What the fuck is your problem!?”
Her husband responded, “Honey, he has my gun. Do you want us both to die?”
I was confused. Is this real or are they really into this?
Brent put up an index finger as though he were signaling a “time out”. He made eye contact with me and said, “Sorry.” He turned to his wife and said, “Honey, sweetheart, my ties are what I wear to work. I will not be going to my meetings wrinkled. “
Deerplain Donna 2
“Do you have any neckties here?” I asked him.
His nostrils flared with impotent rage. “Yes I do,” he answered. “But they all cost more than everything which you are wearing on your person right now.”
I took offense and steadied my aim with his gun at his torso. “My fee?”
Brent nodded in the direction of the bathroom. I held the weapon steadily as I backed into the water closet. There on the counter of the vanity I saw an envelope. I put it in my pocket without counting the contents. Within the confines of this hotel that is the etiquette to this day.
With money in my pocket, I had a new swagger. I asked him cockily, “So, your girl is up for grabs but you can’t wrinkle a silk tie?”
I looked at Melanie. She kicked her legs from beneath her buttocks. Her toes touched the floor as would a ballerina’s. The lady restrained a mischievous smile at my observation.
With an annoyed tone I asked, “Brent, what restraints do you have?”
“I, uhh, we… I have hand cuffs and duct tape,” he answered.
Deerplain Donna 1
Damn, I want to know what her tits taste like. I’m guessing marshmallows, I thought. She looked at me blankly as I surveyed her body. I was perving at the front desk in the middle of my night shift.
She was ultra girly. Her hands moved subtly. Her frail frame did not betray her martial arts training. Her body was not flattered by the hotel uniform. I wished that I had X-ray vision. “Aren’t you supposed to be stocking linens?” she asked me without emotion.
“I finished already. Those bitches in the back keep trying me. But I keep disappointing them.” I answered.
She pretended to type on her computer when I asked her again, “So, I have a couple of XO’s. When are you gonna come over and play?”
She restrained a smile and said, “I am married.”
I scoffed, “Everybody knows what you did at the staff party. Your ‘husband’ was nowhere in sight.”
She grinned egregiously and said, “Today is a new day.” She tore off a piece of paper from the desk counter and wrote her KIK user name on it. She slid it towards me and said, “Here comes your boss, dummy. I’m surprised that she hasn’t fired you yet.”
I cleared my throat and answered, “I don’t give a fuck.” I had stocked all of the linens. Every amenity ordered by the guests at the hotel had been received with a smile. To add compliment to my untouchable skill, I had fifty dollars of tips in my pockets. The only thing that this bitch has on me is that I am flirting with Stephanie, ran through my head as I turned to face my nemesis.
Miss Vyce fumed angrily. I took a pouch of dip from a tin and placed it between my gums and my lip. “I need to see you in my office right now!” she exclaimed.
I said, “I have fifty dollars in tips and none of the bills are marked. They’re clean.”
Ms. Vyce laughed loudly and she looked at Stephanie. She looked back at me and said, “You just confessed! That’s not what I need to talk to you about. I got you!” She keyed her mic and said, “Vyce to Roscoe. Come in Roscoe.”
A voice answered, “Vyce, this is Roscoe. Over.”
She glowered at me as she responded, “I have a suspicious person in custody who has marked bills in his pocket. A thief! Over.”
“Ms. Vyce, there are no marked bills on site at the moment. Is the S.P.I.C. the night houseman? The same houseman from every other time that you called loss prevention?”
My boss angrily replied, “No!”
Stephanie giggled and slid a piece of paper in my direction. I slipped her KiK number into my pocket before Ms. Vyce pulled me through the lobby as though I were her two year old one night stand’s mistake. Note to self, I thought, always wear condoms. I hate kids. Even more I hate being treated like one.
She walked me through the laundry room and Into her office. I could feel their eyes, but this has happened 18 times before. Number 19 will be documented in the Better Business Bureau portfolio that I have been putting together.
She sat at her desk and said, “Close the door.”
I complied and sat down.
She took a deep breath and looked at the contents littering her desk. She spoke, “We have a guest of this hotel who refuses to stay here anymore. Can you guess why?”
“I don’t care.” I admitted.
Ms. Vyce continued, “Because you work here.”
I scoffed before I debated her, “I do everything that you bitches ask me to do with a nod and a smile. And I do it better than everybody else. So if some guest wants to drop me in the porcelain and flush me because I took too long to deliver a towel on some random night…flush away. I fucking hate this job.”
She took another deep breath and said, “You will be taking a three day vacation from being the night houseman as a result.”
Again I laughed, “No. I will not. If you tell me to leave this place, then you will never see me again.”
She wrote on a piece of paper. She pushed it toward me. On it was a name of our rival hotel and a guest whom I remembered. She slid the paper back to her side of the desk and spoke, “We have a strict policy at this establishment. No employees are to be here off of the clock. This guest has demanded that you watch his puppy while he is here in our fine city of Deerplain.”
My adrenaline waned as I tried to sort through my memories.
Ms. Vyce maintained her explanation, “Our former guest will hire a temp at his expense to fill in for you. You will find him at the hotel that you have been made aware of. Please report there after work.”
I. My. Uhm. Brain? Uhm. I didn’t remember that this guest had a puppy. I remembered that he had tangential desires.
“Okay,” I answered.
I took the service elevator and I checked through the room attendants’ service closets. I Kiked Stephanie. She Kiked back – I DON’T TALK TO CRIMINALS, SPIC. With a cry laughing emojie.
I thought, I can’t win.
The Pornomatrix, Part 2 [MF]
Neo was sleeping when the words showed up on one of his computer screens.
*Wake up, Neo . . .*
He squinted. He sat up. Except for the words, the screen had gone black. He hit “ctrl-x” a few times but new letters began appearing.
“What?” he said.
First it was a “T”. Then an “H.” Neo kept inputting commands. His computer didn’t respond. Eventually it typed out:
*The Matrix has you . . .*
“What the hell?” Neo said.
He checked if his keyboard was connected. It was. He tried “ctrl-x” again but a new message printed itself on the screen.
*Follow the white rabbit.*
Neo rubbed his eyes. When he opened them his screen was still blacked out. Now the message read:
*Knock, knock, Neo.*
Neo almost jumped out of his chair. Someone was banging on the door. He looked back at the screen but it was showing the news articles he’d fallen asleep to.
Someone was still knocking on his door.
“Who is it?” Neo asked.
“It’s Choi.”
Neo unlocked his door. This took a while, and he left the chain on. A young Asian man stood on his doorstep with a few friends.
The time I fucked my girlfriend’s roommate, while my girlfriend was in the shower. [M/F] [with pic]
I had first met and started dating Alison the summer right before college. She was entering her senior year of high school, while I was going off to college. We did the whole “long distance relationship” thing. Granted, we were only an hour apart, so it’s not to say we couldn’t see each other very often. It was during my freshman year that I first met Chase. We met through a mutual friend and hit it off very quickly. We shared a lot of common interests and it wasn’t long after first meeting her, that she expressed interest in me. Had I not already been in a relationship at the time, I would have easily taken her up on the offer. Even though we decided to remain friends, she was always flirty with me. She would always jokingly invite me to sleep over. I just brushed it off as being part of her flirty/sarcastic personality. So when Chase and Kyle (our mutual friend) started dating later in the school year, I assumed that was the end of any feelings she may have had towards me. It was the end of my first year of college, Alison had graduated from high school and had been accepted to the same school. She was a little apprehensive to the idea of staying in a dorm, but she didn’t have any high school friends that she could stay with. Chase suggested that she could room with her in her apartment, since she also needed a roommate. At the time, it seemed like the perfect solution to our problems, Alison could join our small group of friends and I would no longer be the third wheel.
Soon my sophomore year started, and things were going pretty well. Alison and Chase were friendly enough with each other, but I would never say they really hit it off. I would often hangout at their apartment. It was closer to campus as well as being much nicer and bigger than my one bedroom apartment. I would say that I spent more time there, than I did at my place. Being there all of the time, caused them to be more comfortable around me. Sometimes, I would come over after class or work, and Chase would be walking around the apartment, wearing only a t-shirt and her underwear. It didn’t seem to bother Alison. Being a guy, I would try to sneak a peak when no one was looking. She may have been skinny, but she definitely had a nice ass. I thought I was being pretty sly and sneaky, until one time she caught me looking. My heart stopped. I thought I was busted, but she just gave me the most devilish smile and kept walking.
After that time, I noticed she started to get more flirty with me, like she did when we first met. When the four of us would go out, I would often catch her staring at me. She would try to get us in situations where it was just the two of us. She would ask me for help with her homework, even though I knew she knew how to do it. And when she did, she always made sure she would touch me in some slight way. A hand on the shoulder, a slight brushing of hands, her knees bumping up against mine, etc. I have to admit, I liked the attention, but I was always worried Alison would notice. But she never did, she was often oblivious to social circumstances. During spring semester, after coming back from the gym, I stopped at their place for the evening, as I so often did. It was a Thursday, which meant Alison had class that evening. When I got there, she decided she was going to jump in the shower before class. Alison, was notorious for taking long showers. There was usually no hot water left when she was done. I sat down and started watching tv. I can’t remember what it was, it was probably the news, but that’s irrelevant. As Alison is walking back to the bathroom to take a shower, Chase is coming out of her room. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and some short red gym shorts. I hear the door shut and then Chase sits down on the couch next to mine. (There were two couches positioned in an L shape.) When she sat down, she put her feet up on the coffee table. As I was watching tv, I kept noticing her legs in my peripheral vision. I became more and more distracted as I kept stealing glances in that direction. Then she pulled her legs back and was sitting in such a way that her knees were up. I did another quick look, and that’s when I noticed. She wasn’t wearing any panties under her shorts. It was only a quick glance but I noticed and when I did, I could see that she was looking at me. I quickly looked back at the tv. It felt like a lifetime, I’m sure it was only a few seconds. But I was too nervous to look back. She had seen me looking. She wanted me to see. I was afraid of the consequences if I dared to look back.
I hear the shower start. Then out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that she was moving around. I used that as an opportunity to look in her direction. When I looked over, she had her hands in her shorts. She was rubbing herself. In that moment, I could no longer look away. She had one of the nicest pussies that I have ever seen. Smooth and hairless with milky white skin and the most perfectly pink vagina lips. And her shorts were loose enough that I could see her rubbing her fingers through those perfect lips. I could feel that I was instantly hard. She noticed as well. She took her foot closest to me and placed it on my knee. Her foot ran up and down my thigh. Her eyes closed, she breathed heavily, but silent.
Soon after she slid down off of the couch and crouched down in front of me. She ran her hands up from me knees to under my gym shorts and grabbed my cock. She stroked it a few times over my underwear. The whole time staring right at me with a hungry look. She pulled her hands out and placed her fingers in the waistband of my shorts. She pulled them down just far enough for her to slip her hand in and wrap it around my cock. She pulled it out, stroked it a few times, and without looking away from my eyes, licked the tip before she took me into her mouth. I have had other girls suck my cock before, but this… Maybe it was the fear of getting caught, but this was best I’ve ever had. Her mouth was so warm and the way she used her tongue. She knew what she was doing.
She then stood up and straddled my legs on the couch. Her face was right next to mine, staring right into my eyes. I looked to the bathroom door and they quickly back to her. She put her finger over my lips and quietly shushed me. I could feel her breathing heavily. She grabbed my cock and pulled her shorts to the side. She ran the head between her lips. Then with a silent gasp, she pushed herself back and I was all of the way inside her. She was tight, and warm, and wet. Oh was she wet. She continued riding me, I was getting close. Her breathing kept getting heavier and heavier. I told her that I was about to come. All she did, was look at me and nod. With that, I let everything go and I came deep inside her. She continued to grind on me until everything came out. (I had known from previous talks with her, that she was on the pill. In hindsight, still not the best idea.) While still mounting me, she looked at me, smiled, then kissed me on the lips. As she climbed off of me she bent over and took me once again into her mouth, as if to clean me off.
The shower was still running, she laid there on me for a little while longer. She told me that she wanted to have me at least once and that nothing needed to come of it. A few minutes later, I heard the shower shut off and then she climbed back on the other couch sitting with her knees up and her arms around her legs. Not to long after, Alison came out of the bathroom, with a towel on. She said hi to us as she walked into her room to do her makeup. I don’t think I took a single breath from the time she came out of the bathroom to the time she went in her room. After she went in her room, Chase got up and walked towards the bathroom. As she did I could see some cum running down her leg. She just looked back at me and smiled.
I sat there for a while, not knowing what to do. Alison, came out and kissed me good bye and left for class. I left just a few minutes after she did. I was too nervous and felt too guilty about what I did. I ended up breaking up with Alison later that week out of guilt. I didn’t tell her what had happened but I felt she deserved someone better. They finished out the year as roommates, but didn’t room together the following year. We all still remained friends afterwards, but it wasn’t the same. I ended up dating Chase a few years later. We were together for a while, but ultimately it didn’t last.
The Scarlet Witch
The Scarlet Witch
“Wh-where am I?” I stuttered, my mouth was dry and i felt a cold breeze against my skin. My eyes darted around the room, searching for something that could give me a clue as to where I was, or what was happening. I tried to move, but my wrists and ankles were bound tightly by leather straps. I felt the sting of cold metal against my skin, and that is when I realized I had no clothing. I looked down at myself, naked and restrained, strapped to a metal table like a science experiment. My mind started to clear, and I realized only one person could have done this.
“Awake already? Well aren’t we a strong boy…” her voice cut into me like a blade. It was steady, confident, but feminine and sensual. I looked towards the voice, and there she stood. The Scarlet Witch. “Im sooo glad you are awake,” she teased, stepping out of the shadows towards me “I’ve been so anxious to get started!” She walked up to the table She had strapped me to and I could see her coy smile. Her long, flowing red hair draped over her milky white shoulders, her blood red lips smiling at me, her green eyes looking into my soul. I couldn’t help staring at her, her red dress sitting so gracefully over her hips, flowing around her high, black stiletto boots, the thin straps and plunging neckline exposing most of her ample breasts. She was a sight almost worth the fear that built inside me.
Which website is the best to read erotic stories, especially incest stories for free, which do not contain dirty dialogues and unrealistic scenarios?
I like to read incest erotica.
Most of the times I go to litererotica.
But the stories there are so unrealistic and sentences like “*FUCK ME DADDY!! MAKE ME CUM*”, “* I AM GOING TO CUUUUUUMMMM*” , “*I fucked my mother like a slut/ bitch*”, “*My mother wanted has 36D breasts….*” etc etc, really turns me off and I start laughing instead of masturbating. :C
Can somebody give me a decent website for erotic stories , especially incest stories which have realistic dialogues ?
These stories on reddit really turns me on:-
[F/d] My dad and I had sex for a year and a half from incest
My English is not good, so, if my question is not clear, please ask me.
This is my first try at erotica
Fa-fa-fa-fantasy
“I’m actually kinda tired” I said to Amanda and John.
We were chilling in our hotel room, waiting for the evening to pass and enjoying each others company. Amanda and John were a couple and i was friend with both of them so it made sense that the three of us would hang out. Earlier in evening we had been with our other friends in the swim team, but as we got bored with them we eventually retired to our room.
Of course Amanda didn’t actually live in this room with me and John, but she might as well have seeing how much time she spent there. That was fine though, we all got along fine and I was friends with Amanda.
“Well then let’s get in bed hahaha!” Amanda replied. “Whatever” John said. Then they both went on the bed. John stripped to his underwear immediately. “Aren’t you coming?” John asked me. “Sure I guess” I replied and then followed them. After a while of talking about nothing John asked me “Are you going to sleep in all that?” and then Amanda answered him “of course not” and then she took off her shorts and pants, leaving only her bra and underwear. “Lol” I said and followed suit, pulling off all my clothes except for my underwear.