Category: eroticliterature

Your life had been crazy since the other night. Every phone call, every text, every creak of the floor made your pussy wet. You hoped, prayed, and even begged a little, that it was your intruder. You weren't even disappointed when the call was from your father, the text from a co-worker of the creak from the wind. You knew, you just knew that the next one would be me. There were so many things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to be the aggressor for once. You wanted to be in control…well, at least set the tone. You have no problem relinquishing ownership of your body to me. The other night, after I had used your throat for my own uses and left, you barely managed to make it to the sofa before your fingers roamed your body and found your erect nipples and soaking wet clit. Biting your lip didn't keep you from whimper and crying out your desire to be fucked. You lost track of how many times your knees buckled and you came, the taste of cum still residing in your thick, plump lips. That was over two days ago. You've been a mess. You're eating less, distracted at work, careless when you drive and do chores. Your mind and pussy are one, they both long for my cock. You thought about texting a friend, someone who could scratch that itch you have but you always stop before reaching out. You've had the best scratch of your life, why go to someone who can't hit the right spot? It's a Friday, you're leaving the library. You wanted to get away from your apartment, where all you can think about is having your throat fucked at your front door. You thought the library would clear your head and keep your thoughts pure. All you could imagine were the hidden nooks to be fucked in, all the people that could hear, a librarian shushing you, not knowing several inches of thick, hard cock would be buried to your cervix, jettisoning load after load of cum deep into your cunt. You sweated profusely and had to leave, gathering your items in your bag and leaving in a hurry. Read more »

I keep thinking about sitting next to you on the couch. About leaning over to kiss your neck, then your mouth. Crawling toward you and sitting in your lap – my knees straddling your thighs, my chest pressed against yours. Kissing until I feel you shift underneath me. Reaching down and unzipping your jeans. I keep thinking about the moment I wriggle backward out of your lap, on to the floor, so that I can take your cock in my hands and lick it slowly, right along its length, while I look you in the eyes. Putting my lips around the thick of you, and pushing til I feel you against the back of my throat.

God I want to taste you.

I want to keep going until your eyes get bright and I know you need more. To stand up and slowly pull my panties down from under my dress, keeping eye contact the entire time. Kissing that spot just behind your earlobe that always makes you moan as I slide down on to you. Read more »

Not sure if this is the right place but I tried r/tipofmypenis and got no response. Not sure if they do stories.

This was a story I found online years back (more than 10). It was about a doctor who wanted to do a sort of social experiment. He found a family with adopted children and when the son came in for a check up he said to him and the mother that he had a rare condition where he had to cum multiple times a day. He couldn't jack off though because of… reasons. Can't remember why. Eventually his adoptive mother, sister, and their friends all help him. There was a bit where his sister, who is a cheerleader, has him paint on panties for her and the other cheerleaders before a game so they can distract the other team.

It had a few anime style pictures in between chapters. I lost the site name after getting a new computer. Don't even know if it still exists. Was hoping someone at least saved the text somewhere. Would greatly appreciate any of it even if it's just a few chapters.

Tonight I'm going to pick you up at your front door. I'll be waiting in the car and I'll text you to come out. you'll step into my car, wearing a short dress with leather boots and no bra, just like I told you too.

You'll ask me where I'm taking you and I won't answer, instead I'll let my fingers slip under your dress beside me. I'll tell you to play with yourself while I drive. Get yourself ready. You'll do as I ask.

I'll pull in to a parking lot and drive up to the highest story, where we have a view of the entire city and the entire city has a potential view of us. I'll step out of the car and open your door, turning you sideways and opening your legs. I'll run my hands slowly up your legs and pass your wet little cunt. I'll go further up your stomach and grab your tits under your dress. massaging your nipples until they feel hard under my skin. I'll tell you you're mine and I will do whatever I want with your beautiful body. Read more »

She knew Elsa and Elsa knew Chris and at some point they met Dean and made fast-friends because no one knew anyone else at the Biergarten other than the birthday boy, who true to form, was nowhere to be found.
Surprising herself, she made the first move on Dean,
“Hey,” she said “help me drink this.” She pushed the large glass boot towards him and he slid towards her on the bench without hesitation. Before long they sat face to face, straddling the bench and passing the boot back and forth. She did not flinch when he put his hand on the soft interior of her thigh, his touch light, the view of others’ precluded by their position at the last table by the wall.
Having put in their time at the party, Dean suggested they go to a bar in NoHo where his friend worked. Trailing behind him, her hand in his as they exited, she admired his height and his shoulders as he parted the crowd in their path.
Elsa didn’t protest when she suggested separate cabs. Elsa knew her secrets and she knew hers.
In the cab she mauled him, straddling his lap, her hair grazing the ceiling. He kissed her back forcefully, going along with everything until she playfully tried to raise his arms above his head. He rolled her off of his lap and onto her back on the back seat.
She laughed. “What? Too rough?”
“No. But I run things.”
He leaned over her now and kissed hard into the side of her neck, then up a spot so that he was biting her earlobe.
“Understand?” he said.
She nodded and pulled him back towards her. He slid his back between her thighs and she splayed her legs open. Feeling that her panties were thoroughly wet, he slid his middle finger into her pussy and began to fuck her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She moaned and the driver’s eyes flicked briefly to the back seat. They ignored him.
“Let’s just go to yours” she said.
“No, not yet” he said, as he pulled her underwear off over her heels.
He slid a second and then a third finger into her cunt. She put her hand on his to slow, but not stop his motion. Her moans now were a long slow coo. She felt magnificently full.
As they arrived at the bar she put her hand out for her underwear but Dean shook his head. Instead of returning them to her, he tossed them onto the back seat of the cab as he shut the door.
“I’m certain he’ll be thinking of you later tonight,” Dean said.
They went inside the bar. It was a stark contrast to the biergarten; cool, dark, not a single television. At one point it had been a Chinese restaurant and the interior architect had maintained the tradition of deep red vinyl booths, pairing them with largely bare concrete walls and the occasional panel of jade. A golden plate edged the long mahogany bar.
Elsa and Chris sat at the short end of the L-shaped bar and waved to them through the crowd.
“It took you guys long enough” said Chris. “Did you stop to have sex somewhere?”
“Never. We did it right there in the cab,” said Dean.
“Sure. Just like TV, right?”
She touched her hair but said nothing.
“I did that once” said Elsa.
“You did?” said Chris.
“Yes, Iowa, I did. You can do anything here if you’re smart about it.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it” said Chris, with a smile.
“We’ll see about that,” said Elsa, squinting her eyes and pretending to pout.
“We saved you two a seat” she said, gesturing to the last open bar chair in the place.
Dean said hello to his bartender friend and they were shortly setup with proper drinks. Dean took the seat and she half sat, half leaned against his lap. She was only an inch or so over five feet so she had to angle her feet downward to maintain contact with the bar’s foot rail. She was rewarded for her trouble with the thick bulge of Dean’s cock pushed square against her ass. She wiggled her ass approvingly and he pressed back against her.
Chris finally made his move around then and he and Elsa had turned towards each other to make out. Meanwhile, the first booth beyond the bar was occupied by a couple that had decided to sit on the same side.
No one was watching.
She slid her hand behind her back and slowly stroked upward through his pants on his hard cock. Even with the music she hear the sigh of his pleasure. He traced one finger down the small of her back.
The bar was filling in now and the short L of the bar was virtually an island, separate from the booths and the main mass of the crowd hoping for the bartender’s attention on the long side of the L.
He might like control, but she wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity, either.
“You know” she said, “I think I’m going to stand.” And she did, putting both feet on the bar’s foot rail.
She looked back at him and gave him the tiniest smile, her long brown hair spilling back on her shoulders.
Dean cupped her wonderful round ass in both hands and she felt the hem rise on her already short skirt. Standing on the rail, she pretended for a moment that she was a ballerina, determined not to make any unintended motion. She slowly took a sip of her Manhattan.
Dean slid two fingers into the wet envelope of her cunt and she did not flinch. She silently congratulated herself.
He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
“Is this what you want? You want someone to play with your pussy in front of all these nice people?”
She shrugged as though she couldn’t care less but gave him a wry smile. Dean continued to pump his fingers into her pussy, occasionally using his thumb to spread her accumulating pussy juice upwards and around her asshole. To any observer, though, she looked just like another thirsty customer.
Then she caught a woman at the bar looking their way. She reached back to still his hand.
“Dean, that woman is looking at us.”
Dean looked up and the woman looked quickly away.
“Hah, I knew this would happen some day” he said, returning his fingers to the edge of her pussy. “That’s one of my little girls.”
Dean waived to her and she waived back before returning her attention to her date.
“Your what?”
“One of my little girls. We see each other but we see each others, too.”
“Oh.” She felt a hot pang of jealousy. “Am I one of your little girls?”
Dean studied her for a moment. “Not yet. There are things you have to do first.”
“Like what?”
“First, you have to call me Daddy.”
“Okay, Daddy” she said. She giggled but also felt flush. She rocked her hips against his finger, prompting him to stroke her clit. She reached back and stroked his cock.
“Second, you’re old enough to have boyfriends but you must tell me what you do with them. I want you to enjoy yourself but I want to take care of you, also.”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy. I will.”
At this Dean, unzip his pants and placed his bare cock into her hands.
“Have you fucked someone recently, baby?” he asked.
As she stroked his cock, she debated telling him the truth but could find no reason not to other than prescribed decorum.
“Yes, Daddy, I fucked a boy last night.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes, Daddy, I did. I let him do whatever he wanted.”
“That’s a good girl, baby. You’re such a good little slut. Did you let him fuck your mouth and your pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy, I did.”
“What about your ass, baby? Did he fuck your ass?”
“No, Daddy, he didn’t.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t try. Is that what you want, Daddy, do you want to fuck my ass?”
“Yes, baby, I want to fuck your ass, but not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because first I need to fuck you back to me. Every time you fuck someone else it’s important that give your pussy to your Daddy again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Dean slid his cock out of her hand and stroked it on the wet underside of her pussy.
“Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Here, though? Maybe we should at least go to the bath-“
She didn’t get out the last word, the last syllable becoming a quick gasp as he pushed his cock into her. Her knees buckled momentarily from his girth but she caught herself on the bar.
Elsa looked over and realized what was going on. Masterfully, she returned her eyes quickly to Chris and pulled his face to hers.
Dean thrust into her repeatedly, trying to keep his face as expressionless as possible.
Knowing time was limited, Dean whispered in her ear.
“You’re such a good little slut, baby, taking my cock in front of all these people.”
I’m going to train you to be the best little cum slut for me.”
“Oh, Daddy, I’d love that.”
She put her feet as close together on the rail as she could while maintaining her balance. Her pussy became even tighter around Dean’s cock.
“How’s my pussy, Daddy? Do you like it?”
“Yes, baby, I love your pussy.”
“That’s good, Daddy. Because you’re going to have to fuck me back to you a lot.”
And with that Dean came, shooting his cum deep into her pussy. As his cum splashed into her she felt a small orgasm begin, a small wave that started deep in her hips and radiated down into her legs. She clamped both hands down on the bar, and for the sake of discretion, was thankful it was just a small one.
Dean withdrew his cock and put it back in his pants. She discreetly grabbed a bar napkin and reached down to dab at herself. But before she could clean herself up, Dean turned her around to face him.
He kissed her deeply, with one hand on the back of her head and the other on her small wrist. The kiss went on long enough that when they broke away they both gasped for breath.
Then he pushed his finger into her pussy one more time, curling his cum in the crook of his middle finger. He brought it the edge of her mouth.
She eyed him. He waited, as though he already knew the answer. Then she took his finger and his cum into her mouth.
“You’re such a good girl, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Dean turned to Chris and Elsa and put on the face of man who tired, nothing more.
“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but I think it’s time for us to go.” said Dean.
“Ya think?” said Elsa, with a wink.
Dean smiled, then he led his new little girl out the door.

It was pitch dark, save for some mercy light from the waning moon. The sky was a black canvas littered with twinkling stars, silhouettes of trees formed the borders. Mating calls from the jungle made for the background score that night. Six of them were lying flat on the rocks, still warm from the day's sun, staring at the sky – each lost in their thoughts, recovering from the nine hour trek. S sat up to light a joint. H, who was lying next to him, sat up too – motioning for a drag. The cool tips of her fingers brushed against his each time they quietly exchanged the joint between them, sending a tingling sensation down his spine. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about her when she set up her sleeping mattress next to him. The crackling orange end of the stick left a faint glow on her face every time she inhaled. Once the joint was through, she lay back on her mattress, and he returned to his. A few moments had passed when he felt her hand reaching out for his. She turned on her side to face him. Her hand now gingerly tracing the length of his arm. He couldn't tell whether it was the weed or the surprise of her touch that heightened his sensations. He turned towards her, placing her faint face as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Her hand was now tracing his neck, moving towards his face, then his lips. He put his hand on the curve of her waist, moving upwards. She came closer. He pulled his mattress to hers, trying to be as discreet as possible. She reached up and lightly touched his lips with hers. He could feel the tension building. He slipped his hand under her t-shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. He moved upwards and was pleasantly surprised to find her bra missing. He felt the curve of her firm breast before letting his finger find her erect nipple. He fought the strong urge to bend over and bite it. She suddenly sat up. "I'm thirsty," she said and reached for the empty bottle, getting up to go towards the pond a few feet away from them. He watched her, as she walked using the light from her phone to guide her. Unexpectedly she changed tracks and started walking away from the pond, soon disappearing into the darkness. He wondered whether he should follow, and before his mind could come to a decision, he found himself getting up. He had walked a short distance when he saw her phone light, and found her leaning against a rock, He was about to say something when she pulled him towards her and started kissing him. He held her by her waist and she had her hands in his hair, pressing him closer to her. He could feel her breasts against his chest. She kissed him on the side of his neck and slipped her hands under his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. He followed suit, cupping her breasts in his hands and sucking her nipple. She let out a slight moan in his ear that only worked as further encouragement for him. He moved lower, kissing her stomach, then her navel. He ran his fingers on her skin along the waistband of her track pants. He pulled them down along with her knickers. She spread her legs a little wider as if inviting him in. He touched her with two fingers and felt the humid heat that had been building. He slowly slid his fingers in her, they smoothly entered her and he felt her tight wetness. He massaged her clitoris with his thumb and she let out a deep moan, throwing her head back. He kissed and licked her long neck while moving his now dripping wet fingers in and out of her. He let her lie on the rock and went down on his knees. He held her by her calves and let his tongue explore her inner thighs. She trembled as he worked his way inwards. Her moans grew deeper and frequent as he licked her damp entrance, starting with the folds and letting his tongue go deeper. She spread her legs wide, gently pushing his head towards her. Clutching her hips, he licked and sucked the wetness out of her. He teased her by licking her clit when she suddenly pulled him up and pushed him against the rock. She went down on her knees and pulled his track pants. His erection now staring her in the face. She held it firmly, looked up at him and smiled and soon after took him entirely in her mouth. Her soft lips encircled his hardness. She pulled it out, kissed the head, sucked it lightly and took it entirely back in. Now taking it in and out of her mouth in swift movements. He could feel the back of her throat with each thrust. He had an erection while already erect, if that was possible, as she sucked his member like it was her favourite lollipop that she'd been deprived of. He could feel the urgency to cum inside her. He pulled her up and switched sides, her bare back up against the rock. He guided his hardness towards her and she trembled as it touched her. As if she couldn't resist anymore, she held him with her left hand and helped him enter her. He glided in smoothly, feeling her tightness envelope him. Her nails dug into his back as he held on to her ass, both pushing into each other. He squeezed and sucked her supple breasts. She sighed breathless moans, egging him on to go deeper still. He thrust in and out of her as the liquid continued to ooze out of her. She gasped a final moan and dropped her head on his shoulder. He put both his palms on the rock behind her to support himself and went at her with renewed force, feeling the rush coming closer. And then in a burst of energy, he released himself in her. Breathless and sweating, he lay on her. Feeling the double pulsing beats between them. She held his head, smiled and kissed him lightly. "My thirst is quenched."

The lights are dim. The rhythmic sound of my feet pressing off of the treadmill fill the small gym. I glide across the treadmill with each step, my eyes staring at your reflection in the glass in front of me. You have your earbuds in, mindlessly listening to a current pop song as you squeeze out slow, methodical lunges. Tightly tied colorful Asic sneakers, purple ankle socks, short-cut black track pants and a cotton grey tank-top clung to your sweaty skin. The gym was all but deserted for a Tuesday evening. The only visible staff member walked from machine to machine, cleaning seats and stacking weights as some grunge rock blasted into their ears. As I watched I winded down from my run, I noticed your eyes linger on me. Seconds went by before you met my gaze in the glass and you turned beat red before continuing your last set. The treadmill slowed to a stop before I stepped off, wiping sweat off my face and hair with a quick motion from my towel. I slowly walk by you as my eyes take in your sweat soaked cleavage and tight form. You turn to catch a glimpse of me before I walk into the locker room. You feel hot and flustered, realizing you've had enough of a workout for the night. You replace your weights and walk into the female locker room. Read more »

(OOC: This setting takes place in either a parallel reality or a country where that culture's females are more aggressive in this way. A "sistel" is a brothel for female clients.)

I never thought the world was so dangerous when I played by myself so carefreely in an open place where I felt safe. That's where I was picked up & blindfolded; placed into a minibus & driven to an unfamiliar city.

I was made to, how shall I say, "perform" for any paying female client who had me "perform together" with them.

The trafficking victims at the sistel were males of widely varying ages. I was the youngest at the time.

Surprisingly (to you, I suppose), the paying clients were widely varied ages too. The youngest clients I dealt with were also grade-school-aged; as they're expected not to have as much money, they'd do chores / cook / garden at the sistel in exchange for, well, "services."

As morally loose as that sistel's operations were, they didn't have much of an age restriction. It was a matter of whether she could pay for "the performances" or do work around the facility in exchange for them! Read more »