Farmer’s Daughter Goes to Breeding School Ch. 1 [Breeding] [Exhibitionism] [MF Orgy] [College]

All Characters are 18+

“What the fuck?” Marci muttered to herself as she looked at the local private-school website. There among the bland, cookie cutter web page was a video displaying a classroom of attentive schoolgirls taking notes while wearing nothing but sheer white micro bikinis. She just stared in total disbelief, thinking for a second that she mistakenly found a porn website.

Marci gazed at the tiny strips of cloth covering the girls’ breasts and groins. The sheer cloth was totally see-through, and the tops weren’t even wide enough to fully cover some of the girls with larger nipples. Marci noticed across their faces was a plethora of varied emotions. The room ranged from expressionless, wide-eyed curiosity, to obvious stress and despair.

They were all watching a twenty-something man fucking the most beautiful blonde girl Marci had ever seen, curled up like a pretzel and getting fucked on a cot set up at the front of the class.

She was looking up to him desperately and pulling him into her. The projector screen behind them was displaying an active sperm sample, and the whiteboards next to the screen were crammed with diagrams and notes about the male and female genitalia.

Little Red Apple [M/F, CNC]

**I**

The seduction seeped in. The lingering, alluring glances that planted the seed. The provocative suggestions masked as harmless humor until she was ensnared.

At their first interaction he knew he liked her, that he wanted her, that she was everything he both desired and hated. A creature this perfect should be punished for its beauty. He wanted to see her pretty face contorted in pain as he laid hands on her in the ways he imagined no other man ever had, or would again. The way her eyes became squinted until they almost closed when she was smiling and laughing—he wanted them squinting under extreme resistance, the dark dull blue growing even dimmer as the tears swelled.

Perhaps it was her beguiling nature that was her ultimate undoing. Her confidence. Her intellect. Though she denied having either. How the magnanimous air about her attracted everyone in her vicinity. After months of building a rapport, the sexual tension so rigid between them that it felt overt when others were present, he decided to make his move. When he presented her with the option he was cautious in how he approached, so conscientious of the words he selected for such a sensitive proposal—such a censurable act of depravity. And upon hearing his offer, she denied him.

Stay at my side Ch.12 [M/F] [Friends to lovers] [cuddling]

Chapter 12: A cutie

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v9hau7/stay_at_my_side_ch_01_childhood/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) [Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vlyqqk/stay_at_my_side_ch_11_mf_friends_cuddling/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

I used her boobs as a pillow! I knew that I should focus on other things, but the thought that I just cuddled my face against the chest of one of the hottest girls in school left no space for anything else. It wasn’t just that it felt really good, which it definitely did, but that Casey almost forced me to do this. It was by far the biggest proof of trust I ever got from her. Are you really thinking about her boobs while she needs comfort?!

It wasn’t like I did nothing for her. I kissed her forehead and was stroking her cheek. I could allow myself to think about other stuff while doing this. I didn’t even know why she needed comfort right now, but maybe I should focus on her now.

Chronicles of a Horny Wife- Night Out FF Public

Exhausted, I’ve come home from a long day at work. Your car, already in driveway. I graze my hands across the hood, cold, you must’ve had a short day at work. I take a deep breath, calming my nerves before pushing forward in to the house, we have been bickering more frequently lately. Stress from work, life, and has been piling up and we have been each other’s target for an outlet.

As I enter the house, the smell of your shampoo fills my nostrils. I kick off my shoes, start walking through the house to the hall to get out of my work clothes, fully intending on jumping straight in the shower with you. As I turn the corner to the hallway, I see the pile of dirty uniform on the floor and I feel the fight on my tongue. The bathroom door opens, you walk out, towel wrapped around you hair but nothing else on. Using the cool air of the house and the dampness of your skin to cool you down even more, I bite my tongue, choosing to sneak at peak at your cute little ass instead of picking a fight. I smile, eyes scanning every inch of your creamy skin. Your tits, hard from the cool air.

The Accidental Dick Pic Pt. 04 [Anal] [MF]

[*The first three parts are over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/vkqa1k/the_accidental_dick_pic/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. I advice you to read them first. Enjoy your read.*

On the following Wednesday my mistress ordered me in her office again. The order came shortly before lunch time. My coworkers let out a few engaging comments, they all went about that way: “She calls her new pet up to play again.”

I couldn’t care less about them and what they were saying. I completely ignored them. I went past them, without even taking notice of them. I was looking forward to meet her, my dear mistress, again. Not a single damn hour passed by since our last get together at her place were I wasn’t thinking of her.

This time, no waiting for me. Her secretary let me in in the moment I arrived at her office. Inside my mistress was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing one of her at least 500 slightly different business outfits. She looked damn gorgeous in it.

Casual fling with my friend [FF] [wetlook]

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A few years ago, my friend Ivonne returned from her work abroad for a short vacation. She rang me up and asked if I was up for some hanging out. At this point, it’s been years since we’ve seen each other, so I was really excited to meet.

We met at her parents’ house. Ivonne opened the door and screamed, excited to see me, then we hugged. She squeezed so hard it almost hurt.

— Come on, I wanna show you the place. — she said, taking me by the hand.

I knew Ivonne’s parents were kinda wealthy, but this house was way out of my league — multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, huge garden with a hedge maze, a guest house, and a small indoor pool.

[M]y [F]avorite Realtor part one

After taking a job where I was mainly sitting on my butt for long stretches at a time, I was tired of sitting on my wallet. I decided to ditch the wallet, and get a wallet case for my phone. I didn’t like the thought of having a cover over the front screen of my phone, but quickly realized that the best wallet phone cases had them. I eventually purchased one such case and I’m still using the same type four years later.

The phone case only had one issue. If I shut the front cover, and then locked my phone, the position of the strap that held it down, combined with me pushing the lock button, caused the phone to take a svreenshot. Couldn’t tell you the number of times my wife would ask why I had a screenshot of my lock screen or a random Facebook post. Took me a while, but I learned to lock my phone, then close the case.

Hyperspermia Daddy Chapter 01 – Lusting After My Teen Daughter

**All characters are strictly over the age of 18**

“Hey Bill, watch it!”

“Shit, sorry mate,” I called down from the roof.

That was the second tile that slipped and went off the side today. I did not have my head in the game. Not that I was pissed or anything.

It was my dick.

The fucking thing was sporting a chub, and I had to stuff it down the left side of my jeans. Being on the roof, trying to nail down slates, wasn’t the best possible angle for it either. Fucking jeans were tight enough as it is.

I didn’t know what was going on. For years I seldom had to sort myself out. Ever since Maria left me, it broke my heart, and it did something to my dick. Libido or whatever you call it. It just felt like that part of my manhood just stopped working. That was fine by me, that meant I could focus on working and making sure Jade had a roof over her head.

Yeah, my wife didn’t just leave me, she figured a fresh start also meant not having to have an angry daughter around. Fuck it, that was years ago, and now Jade blossomed into a fine lady.

Creampying my gf every time she makes me mad [con non-con] [M/F]

(This story involves consensual non-consent. The parties in this story have a system of consent that allows for the ambuguities of exploring their con non-con kink.)

I love my girlfriend, but she can be one of the most annoying and argumentative people I know and because of that and because I can be a huge dick if I want to, we have a lot of fights in our relationship. Most of the time she wins arguments because, if I’m honest, most of the time she’s right and also much better at arguing than me. This leaves me with a lot of pent-up frustration that I really don’t want to try and vent using more arguments, so I’ve come up with a system: whenever I’m pissed off at her, I deep-creampie her.

Sexting [F/M] [home alone] [call me a Good Girl] [touch myself] [almost orgasmic]

“Sexting”

At first I thought you’d be the perfect fling… nothing serious, no strings attached. You live a little too far away for us to see each other too often. Aaaand maybe you’re too young for me, but I just liked looking at you… And I liked the way you kissed me on our first date. I liked the way you bit my lip. I liked the way you squeezed my waist when you pulled me in for a deeper kiss. I liked how small I felt, enveloped in your arms, and I liked leaving you wanting more. “Come up to my house next time,” you said before we parted ways. “I want to take you to dinner.” Then you leaned in close, your breath tickling my ear, and whispered “Then I want to take you home and keep you up all night.” I felt my heart beat faster again.