Maria and the College Boy Pt. 1 [M/F] [Femdom] [Older Woman Younger Man] [MILF]

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“Shit,” Maria said, hissing air through her teeth. “Really? Again?”

She spun the steering wheel sharply to the left, took a glance in her side mirror, and finished parking before letting out an exasperated sigh. Her 1999 Ford F-150 had lasted a long while, but this was the third time in as many months that the check engine light had turned on, and Maria was starting to lose her patience. This time, the truck had barely made it two miles down the road before letting her know something was wrong, and Maria knew she couldn’t afford another trip to the shop this month.

She slammed her fist into the dashboard, hoping maybe that some aggression might help whip the old beater into shape, but the yellow light shone on. Taking the keys from the ignition, Maria took a moment to collect herself before swinging down from the seat and heading towards the bar.

Her Struggle is Always Sweet [MF] [Light Bondage] [CNC] [Anal]

My adrenaline spiked up with every second as I sprinted through the house. I had no destination but my eyes sought a route, any route. I was much too hesitant. Takedown! Dashing through the halls one moment and pinned to the carpet of Hunter’s study in the next, I was unbearably horny. Though disgruntled to find he wasn’t breathing hard, I was down, not defeated. Before he could trap my legs, I snaked my waist and heaved in the other direction, but I was foiled again. Hunter grabbed me mercilessly and we wrestled. No matter how I moved I couldn’t escape him.

I could sense that my resistance was his favorite part. His cock was so hot and thick in his pants, every brush against his groin caught my breath in my chest. I was making strategic moves but he got more determined as I became flustered and over-reactive.

Cum to the Cabaret [exhib] [MF] [creampie] [fingering]

Heather and Matthew fought their way through the crowd to get to their seats before the showing of Cabaret began. It was Matthew’s first time attending a musical, and he had been somewhat hesitant to go at all. “Ouch!” Heather whispered, “You stepped on my toe.”

“I’m sorry, it’s so fucking dark in here, I can barely see my own hand, Heather. You okay?”

“Haha I know. Yeah, I’m fine baby.” She said as she gave his ass a little pinch.

Just as they made it to their seats at the very top of the stairs in the old fashioned theater, the aisle lights came on. “Wow, you have got to be kidding me.” Michael said. He looked up at her, and, just like most times he looked at her, he felt pretty damn lucky. “Wow, babe. I know I always tell you you’re beautiful, but… “ he put his hand up to her face and brushed her cheek“you look so unbelievably sexy right now.”

Let Me Edge You [M/F]

Let me edge you. Fully clothed. It doesn’t matter, you chose the ensemble after all. Let me touch you through your pants, feeling how hard I know I make you, bringing you right to the brink of expelling every last ounce of that infatuation down your inner thigh.

Let me edge you. In my expensive lingerie. Black lace stage curtains against a pallid backdrop. Sheer stockings and ridiculous heels. Beautifully objectified. The embodiment of teenage angst in a coupling of adulthood, grinding inappropriately through our underwear. Short blonde locks a tangle in one fist, trim physique a crutch for the other.

Let me edge you. Naked. On your lap, my hands wrapped around you, top to bottom, covering every single inch with precision until you’re dimly aware that you’re about to erupt. Your balls heavy with cum, tiny beads of fluid seeping from the tip of your fully erect cock that is throbbing in anticipation of my lips around it.

Your body a god before me, and I your dutiful servant. Pleasure from obedience. Getting everything I want, a goddess of exploitation. Practiced good girl manipulation.

Let me edge you.

The Village Cum Dump [Pussy Licking] [Femdom] [Blowjob] [Vanilla] [M37/F40] [M37/F30] [M37/F32]

I am one of those guys that never left his home town. I just didn’t find any particular reason to leave. And yes, I like my small hometown where everyone knows everyone. I spent my whole live, around 37 years in the same place. Up to this day I write those lines I can’t imagine living someplace else. The furthest I got away was going to school in the next bigger town, a twenty minutes car ride away from home.

I once married a girl from my town. We went to school together, for fucks sake, we even played together on the playground when we were young. When we both were around 19 years old we began to date. We were in love back then. About three years later we married each other. In the following years our three kids came to the world. We still were madly in love.

But that love, the hopefully ever burning flame disappeared over the following decade. Slowly but steadily. Until we were at a point were we only kept our marriage up and running because of our kids. And to be the perfect family the rest of our town wanted us to be. But in the end it was nothing but a show.

Rebecca’s New Life (M/F) (BDSM) (Bondage) (Slave) (Auction) (Commission) (Toys) (FemSub)

Part One: Becoming His Property

As the strange men gripped her firmly by the elbows, Rebecca knew she had made a terrible mistake. She could not see; there was a leather hood which had been tied down around her head. It had no slits for eyes, and the dark fabric was pressed up against her face. The only opening was for her mouth, allowing her to breathe.

Other than this, she wore nothing at all. Her heart danced madly as she was escorted into the darkness. She did not know where she was going though she had a good guess. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, shackles bound her legs together so that she couldn’t move far or fast. She could feel the presence of the escorts, tough no-nonsense men who guided her forwards roughly with their hands.

The cold air brushed against her naked body, inspiring chills and visions of what was to come. Her body clinked with every step. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floor. She was being led up. Up towards the auction block where her fate would be decided. Inside, she felt a bubbling mixture of terror, disbelief and a shameful undercurrent of anticipation.

The Weekend – Saturday morning [F+][Nudism][Exhib][Mast]

I woke up early the next morning. The sun had barely risen and started heating up our tent.Erica was still a sleep. She must have crawled out of her sleeping bag during the night, she now lay on top of it, tummy down.I noticed my bladder was bursting, so I got out of my sleeping bag and unzipped the tent entrance, letting the sunshine in. When I exited the tent I took a moment to adjust to the bright morning sun before heading to the latrine to empty my bladder.

Feeling a few pounds lighter on my way back to the tent (I’m sure you’re familiar with the feeling), I took some time to enjoy the quiet morning. The morning sunlight scattered thru the leaves, the mild breeze that caressed my naked body. A squirrel running away into the forest. What a wonderful morning.When I got back to the camp I noticed that the others was still asleep. I lit the fire and put on a kettle. Soon the smell of fresh coffee would fill the campground.While waiting for the coffee, I wanted to check on Erica. She was still sleeping in the same position as when I left. I sat in the opening staring at her. Her legs slightly spread, her arms above her head, breasts squeezed under her chest. Her cute round butt glowing at me in the sunlight. As I sat there I wondered what would be the most gentle way to [wake](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/syjcmn/saturday_morning_ffincmast/) her. I ended up with crawling over her and lowering my body gently over hers. Tucking my hands underneath her warm, soft body. Pressing my abdomen against her tight, round ass.Then I started kissing her neck, and massaging her breasts. Whispering softly *wake up, babe, coffee’s ready*.

I gave into my summer school bully’s demands and sucked him off in our dorm’s staircase and now I’m his personal cumbucket (NC) (female perspective) (Humiliation) (19M & 19F)

I am doing a summer school program at a college where we all have to dorm in the same building. There’s this guy in one of my classes who is really weird around me and can be really rude, sometimes refusing to work with me or even talk with me. I can tell that he was making fun of me behind my back with the way he looked at me while snickering with his friends. They’re a bunch of meathead fraternity bros from this one college in the south. But I can tell this guy is meaner than the rest because his buddies at least pretend to like me.

I’m ugly but have an okay body. I’m incredibly awkward, look and dress very nerdy, and to make matters worse I am terrible in the class we’re both in. I’m an easy target for being taken advantage of and bullying. And this guy knows it.
When we have a prompt to discuss he talks over me and only asserts his opinion. One of my friends warned me about him being an asshole but he’s unavoidable since we dorm on the same floor and have the same class where we sit next to each other. Sometimes we’re even forced to eat next to each other because of how small our summer program is.
There have been countless times where I was stuck in the elevator with him and he would just ignore me. He makes me so mad that I can’t help but revel in his discomfort whenever our professor forces him to interact with me.

Pink Pijamas – Part 2

Next day I opened my eyes to her being already dressed and ready to leave. She went to her classes and I went to my classes but I kept thinking about the pink pajamas all day long without being able to focus. I the evening we met again at the research buolding and walked back to my place but this time with an akward silence.
As we arrived she again went into the bedroom and locked the door. I anxiously waited for her to come out again with the her pink pajama but played dumb by siting on the couch and looking at my phone. I heard the door unlock but I kept my cool and tried not to turn around. I suddenly saw her little feet in front of me, I lifted my head and there se was in her innocent sexy pink pajamas.

I didn’t know what she wanted but without saying a word she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. I was still trying to figure what she wanted when I heard the door lock behind me. “My mom said to lock the door but never said you could not be inside” she told me, then her face quickly turned warm pink.