Sins for pleasure (m/f or f/f)

I stand over you, wearing a short skirt, long sleeve shirt, and my cross necklace. Even with the fishnet tights and short hemline I feel conservative and overdressed. I run my hands up my thighs, past my waistline, and up to my shirt which I raise to expose my trembling chest. I want you to see my body, to experience it. Slowly, with shaking hands I unbutton my shirt. I want you to savor the moment, but I long for the touch of your skin on mine. I move my hands up to my chest and squeeze my tits hard, imagining your firm grip—the thought leaves me breathless. I run my fingertips across my collarbone as I pull my shirt back, and I feel the necklace. I can’t help but smile as I think of the sin we are about to commit. I lift up my skirt and turn around, shaking my fat ass. The fishnets gently caress my skin as I move, and I think of your hands on my thick thighs, my round booty… I want you to slap it, squeeze it, leaving marks for me to remember this moment later. Turning to face you again, I finally pull my shirt off of my shoulders and toss it aside. When I see the satisfaction and admiration in your eyes, I do the same with my skirt. My bodysuit, however, is for you to take off. The cross rests between my big tits, and my skin burns with the thought of god watching us now—I turn my necklace around and vow to give him a show. As my heartbeat quickens my desire becomes impossible to hold back. I don’t want to just show you my body, I want more.

An Old Flame Desires Training [MFF] pt 3

We approach the main entrance of the hotel only to walk past. You promised not to question anything I needed to do, but you couldn’t help but to give me an inquisitive look.

“You surprised me tonight. I wasn’t expecting you to have explored your… posterior… motives. I’m going to amend your training slightly. We just need to make a quick detour.”

Your mind races only briefly before you settled your thoughts on our agreement. ‘I trust him, I need this. I need to relax,’ you think to yourself. The thought only lingers a moment before the vibrator’s undulations bring your focus back to an orgasm that is slowly bubbling under the surface. It’s a comforting constant that keeps your mind from wandering. Keeps you focused on your only job tonight… to give him your orgasms.

After a few blocks and a couple of left turns, we arrive at a small boutique sex shop. The open sign is off, but there’s some light inside. I pull open the door and usher you in.

Inside the shop, it is open and spacious with each section devoted to different aspects of kink. Many elaborate leather outfits and furniture are arranged on the main floor while the walls are arrayed with dildos and vibrators of many types and materials.

A Simple Decision Part 3 [M/f] [blackmail] [Mdom] [Fsub] [bdsm] [punishment] [cnc] [exhibitionism] [bondage]

*I’ll put links to the first two parts in the comments. Standard disclaimer that this is a work of fantasy – although I do certainly enjoy blackmail play with a consenting partner, this is a work of fiction and shouldn’t be taken as a model on how to do blackmail play. If you enjoy this and want to keep seeing where it goes, please let me know!*

You looked over at the bag sitting on the passenger seat of your car, filled with things the man who owned you had told you to buy. The handcuffs in there worried you the most, but all of the sex toys in their had their own way of provoking anxiety. But your blackmailer had so much compromising material on you now – things that could get you fired, get you socially ostracized, make your friends and family abandon you. When he told you to buy those things and drive to a particular park on the north end of the city, you knew you had no choice. Exposure was not an option.

Taking a deep breath, you put in your earpiece and started the phonecall with him, just as he had instructed.

My sister and I share a bed (PART 4) [M/F] [Incest]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v6ncfz/my_sister_and_i_share_a_bed_mf_incest/) : [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v9277g/my_sister_and_i_share_a_bed_part_3_mf_incest/)

The next morning I awoke, my flaccid penis still inside of Elise. The realization of that, and the sensation of her naked body pressed against mine, caused my cock to stir, swelling inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered open. She looked at me and smiled.

“Morning handsome.”

The daze of sleep wore off and her vision sharpened. She slid off me, rolling out of the bed. She pulled on a pair of knickers from her bag and strode naked apart from them to the armchair. She popped out another Plan B pill and downed it with the stale water left in the glass.

“I hope there isn’t an OD limit on these,” she said.

“Check the box,” I said.

She shrugged. “Too late now.”

She sighed, retrieving her bra from where she’d dropped it outside the bathroom door. “We need to rein this in. You were out of control last night.”

“We,” I said. “We were out of control.”

“You were the one buying the condoms,” she said. “This should have ended the night before.”

“Stop saying stuff like that,” I said, getting up out of the bed.

The Magic of a 3XL Hoodie: Part 4 [FF, height difference, huge boobs]

I sat up and had a sip of water, then I pulled my sex box out from under my bed. I got out my medium-sized toy, slightly bigger than average dick size, knowing that in Dina’s hands it would look gigantic. She started cracking up as soon as she saw it. Rolling laughing. I laughed too, but only because I was trying to hide how embarrassed I was.
“This is my first time actually seeing a dildo, and this one looks so big!” she said through a slew of giggles.
“Wait, you’ve seriously never seen a dildo before? How? Did you live somewhere really remote? Were your parents religious weirdos?”
“It just never happened.”
“Oh… okay.”
I did not want to get into whatever that was right now, and apparently neither did she, because she grabbed the toy and hefted it. After all that, it didn’t actually look that much bigger when she was holding it. I didn’t care. I just wanted her to use it on me. We lubed it up together with our hands, and I assumed The Position: on my back, legs up and apart, hands grasping backs of knees. Dina squared up to put it in, but stopped before she actually touched me with it.
“Wait, I want to make sure I’m doing this right. I mean, the way you want me to. Or how you… you know what I mean.”
“Rub the end of it against my clit, then push it against the entrance of my vaj and wiggle it. Make my fat pussy lips shake.” I felt like I was ordering a la carte at the sex cafe.
She did as she was told, and I held my chubby labia wide open for her so she could see every part of me. The smooth tip of the toy felt great against my already throbbing clit, and after a minute she moved it down to start massaging the opening of my pussy. It felt amazing and it was making me even wetter.
“Okay Dina, now push it into me slowly, and keep pushing it in until I say ‘stop,’ then pull it out just as slow. We’ll do that a few times until I get loosened up.”
I held my head up to watch as the end of the toy entered me and sank deeper inside. I told her to stop and back out after it was only a few inches in, then with each successive stroke, I took another inch, another two, another inch, another half, until I could feel the base pushing against me as she inserted it all the way. I let go of my legs and let them dangle over the sides of the bed. I beckoned to her, and when she crawled toward me I pulled her close and whispered into her ear.
“Are you ready to fuck me the way I like it?”
“I’ll do everything you say, Lorrie,” she said, almost whimpering, holding her cheek against mine.
“Okay. I’m ready. I want you to fuck me now. Don’t slam it in, use long strokes, and keep it moving. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Lorrie. I’ll do it the way you like.”
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I had an eager and willing sex slave in my bed, devoted to my pleasure, ready to serve me any way she could. I put my arms behind my head and grinned, knowing that I was about to be truly, madly, deeply railed by the playful pixie crouched between my thighs. I grinned even more when I thought of what I still had in store for her.
Dina was a quick learner, and for someone who had only seen a dildo for the first time a few minutes before, she worked it like a champ. I told her to go a little faster, then a tiny bit faster again, until the pleasure started growing inside me like heat. I squirmed and writhed and caressed my body while she pumped the full length of the toy in and out of me. I took hold of my nipples, pinching and twisting them until they stood at attention. I flicked them hard, then put the left one in my mouth and gave it a firm bite that made my back arch involuntarily. She was loving the show I was putting on with my boobs, so I hammed it up. I squeezed them, yanked them back and forth by the nipples, pushed them together hard so that they stood up above my chest, sucked my nipples one at a time, and rubbed them against my chin, lips, and cheeks, motorboating myself and loving every second of it. Did I mention that I really quite like having incredibly huge boobs? Well, I do.
Dina was starting to work up a sweat, and she had already figured out how to switch the arm she was using to hold the toy without any interruption in stroke. She had been drilling me steadily for a while, and it was time to take things up a level, and to give her a well-deserved rest.
“Take a break, honey. You’re doing great. That feels fucking amazing.”
“Are you close?”`
“Yeah, don’t worry. There’s something else we can do that will get me over the edge.”
“What is it? I’ll do whatever you want,” she begged.
“Shh, relax honey, have some water, rest for a minute.”
“I can keep going!”
“I know, but I want you to take it easy, there’s no rush. Now watch this…”
I stuck the toy all the way into my pussy and tried to make it pop out by pushing with my abs and pelvic muscles at the same time. It didn’t pop out. It just sort of fell out in slow motion. I could have sworn I really made it shoot out before, but maybe I just imagined it. Poor Dina was still watching intently, waiting for some kind of spectacle. I was mortified.
“Uh, haha, actually never mind, false alarm.”
I was smiling nervously, but I was dying of embarrassment inside. I tried to push through it. Dina and I drank some more water, and took turns going down to the bathroom in my terrycloth robe. Once we were both refreshed, I put the medium-sized toy aside to clean later, and took out my magic wand and my larger dildo from my sex box. Dina lubed up the toy, and I attempted to untangle the jumble of cords hanging down behind my side table, hunting for an available receptacle to plug in the wand. I finally got it hooked up after unplugging something else, making sure it wasn’t my alarm clock. Straightening up, I saw that the face of said clock was blank and dark. Typical. Dina was having a great time waving the big dildo around, shaking it by the base to make different standing wave patterns in the soft rubber, putting it over her shoulder and aiming it at me like a bazooka.
“Can you really fit this whole thing?”
“No, it’s too long. I can get almost all of it in, but my pussy just isn’t that deep. It’s probably meant for anal, but that’s not my bag, baby. I’ll hold the wand, you fuck my hole. I’m going to cum from this guaranteed.”
“Nice, I can’t wait to hear what you sound like.”
“I get kind of loud actually…”
“Ooh, I like loud.”
She rubbed the tip of the toy around the opening of my vagina before slipping it in slowly, watching my face while she advanced it deeper and deeper inside me, so she could tell exactly where my limit was. Once she knew how deep to go, she went to work running the big rubber cock in and out, satisfying my craving for serious penetration. I started the wand on low and held it tightly against my clit with one hand while I hunted with the other for a blanket or piece of clothing to hold against my face when I came. Finding nothing, I snatched the pillow from under my head and put it over my mouth and nose. I was getting close, I could feel it building inside me, getting ready to explode.
“Keep going just like that. I’m gonna cum, keep fucking me just like that, just like that,” I kept repeating.
Dina was ramming the toy into my pussy with just the right speed, angle, and depth that I liked. Without warning, she added a twisting motion. I didn’t see it coming, and it felt fantastic. In three more pumps I came like Krakatoa. I pressed the pillow hard against my face and screamed my ecstasy at the top of my lungs. Glowing waves of effervescent pleasure crashed across my body. I squeezed the sides of the mattress with my legs, arching my hips and back until my ass cheeks were hovering a couple of inches above the sheets, quivering as my muscles clenched and shook while the incredible orgasm surged through me. Dina was having trouble keeping her movements consistent because of how I was flopping around, and because my pussy was clenched so tight around the shaft of the toy.
Once the feeling started to subside, I stilled her hands and dragged her body on top of mine once more, leaving the dildo hanging half out of my pussy. Holding her in my arms, I rocked her gently and buried my face in her neck, no longer able to distinguish her scent from mine. I kissed the sweat off her forehead, and put my mouth by her ear, whispering how good I felt and thanking her for it. I was so shaken up that I cried a little bit, my tears of joy soaking into her hair. After a moment, I regained my composure, and my heart raced as I thought about the way she was going to give me my second orgasm.
“Dina?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to do something for me that no one has ever done before.”
I knew this would excite her because she was so eager to please me, and she certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to help me on my way to a new sexual milestone. I was giddy with excitement. I sat her up between my legs where she was before, and I grabbed the lube. I put a generous amount on my hands and rubbed them together, then motioned for her to hold out her hand. I coated her hand and forearm up to her elbow. So far she didn’t seem to comprehend what was about to happen. I closed the cap of the lube bottle and sat on the bed facing Dina, holding her petite hands in mine…

Good Girl Daphne – Part 1 [BDSM] [MMF and MFF] (bi)

Hi, my name is Daphne. It’s not my real name, although that’s what everyone at the club calls me. I used to be a man but at this point there isn’t much left of manliness inside me. Let me tell you how it all started.

It started this summer, i was incredibly horny because i didn’t have sex for more than 3 years, neither with a man or a woman. I am bisexual, i don’t really care what my partner looks like, i like all body types. What imports to me the most is the relationship between me and my partner, or the “role” if you prefer. You see, i am a sub. What fulfills me sexually is to be dominated. I want someone to take control of me for his own sexual pleasure. Pleasing my partner is all that matters to me.

This is the total opposite of what i am in real life. I am actually a control freak. At home and at my job, i need to be in total control of the situation or it causes me a load of stress. You see, what i am looking for in bed isn’t really for someone to control me, but rather, it’s to let go. I want to lose control.

Blackmailed. Part 11 [M/F, M/M, Anal, Pee]

Part 11

“Oh look. We have some stragglers” she says. I look up to see two guys walking towards us. Grins on both of their faces.

“Thought we missed out, looks like we got here just in time”

Miss motions for me to get back into the bench. I sit myself down and she stands behind me stroking my body as she faces the men. “Hi boys, good to see you. See anything you like?”

“Oh yes” one says

“Ok I’m feeling generous. Your choice. Me or him?” She says. Who is going to choose me over her I think. At least I might get some respite and a show at the same time.

“Tempting as it is. I’m gay, so it’s him for me”. Oh great I think.

“As for me I wouldn’t mind having your arse” he says to Miss

Office Hours, Chapter 6 [Mf] [Teacher/Student]

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v0c2or/office_hours_chapter_5_mf_teacherstudent/)

“I’m sorry,” said Jean. “I have nowhere else to go.”

“Jean? What the hell happened?” I exclaimed. “Eh, never mind that, let’s get you inside first.” I took half of her garbage bags and ushered her through the door. She was shivering, clothes drenched, and I noticed her backpack was also wrapped in trash bag material. Placing the bags down in the foyer, I put a hand on her arm. “Wait here.” She nodded, and I headed off to the bathroom to retrieve a towel before returning to her and wrapping her up. “Put the bags down.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again, clutching the towel to herself.

“It’s okay. Let’s get you warmed up before you catch a cold.” I walked her to the bathroom and provided another two towels for her. “For when you get out of the shower. I’ll… find some clothes for you to wear. You’re partial to hoodies, right?”

She gave me a wan smile. “Yeah. Thanks, prof.”

How the Widower (28M) Recovered from His Wife’s Death (MF) – Part 1 [Long]

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The shock of losing a loved one is astounding. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t even cry for God’s sake. I had just lost my best friend. The doctor’s say they attempted to do everything they could. The damned drunk driver at 7:00 pm on a Thursday. She was on her way home from conducting parent teacher conference meetings in late February. I had prepared a special dinner for her, which ended up sitting on the counter for 16 hours.

The day of the funeral was a blur, more because I couldn’t focus on anything more than I had lost my wife. I couldn’t tell you who had come to pay their respects, I was essentially a robot in the receiving line as people told me “I’m so sorry for your loss. Please tell us if there is anything we can do.”

Claire and Adam meet Sam [MFF] [creampie] (Part 1)

I loved watching Claire’s eyes scan the profiles that we found online. While WhatHappensInVegasStays.com was a cute, if not long web address, it did provide for quite a bit of entertainment as we sat secluded at the back of the Chandelier Bar in the Cosmo. I looked over her shoulder as she searched for girls with curves, hoping that she would find a blonde one with huge tits that I could suck on.

I watched as she licked her lips while looking at [Samantha](https://www.whathappensinvegasstays.com/escort/samantha/), a 5’3″ 140ish lb blonde with amazing nipples and no hair to be found below her neck. I absentmindedly ran the tips of my finger along her bare thigh under the hemline of her dress. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs as she cooed quietly.

She opened her legs to allow me access and I caressed her inner thigh while looking over my shoulder for anyone watching. The bar was not very crowded today and the wait staff was all at one corner of the bar far away. I took the opportunity to inch my back and forth fingertip dragging closer and closer, before reaching the top of her vulva and putting two fingers on either side of her clit. I heard her draw a sharp breath inward and saw her look at me and then scan the room. As I started rubbing circles around her clit, she relaxed slightly and whispered, “You are really getting brazen. I can’t believe I’m about to encourage this, but go lower and feel how wet I am!”