Step Sister Corruption Part 241 – Day 128 The Breeder Pt 3 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

We pulled up in *my* car instead of riding separately and I refused to ride in Sabrina’s clown car that threatened to break down at any moment.

I looked at Sabrina who was staring at the building in question in complete disbelief before she looked at me, “You can’t be serious?”

I smiled at her and nodded, “Yes I am.”

She nearly squealed as she exclaimed, “But this is an **ADULT STORE** for heathens!!!”

I smiled at her, “Oh come on like you haven’t been to a place like this?”

Sabrina quickly went silent as she started to blush and I continued, “Besides how would **you** know what this *place* is unless **you** have been here?”

Even in the dim light I saw Sabrina turn crimson as she pretty much *ousted* herself. I smiled and spoke, “Sinner.”

I heard Sabrina lightly grumble but for the most part remained silent.

It’s not like she was wrong…..we were at a location ‘known’ for catering to the unique tendencies of the city though it didn’t outwardly advertise it. It was more of an unspoken location though **everyone** knows.

The place we were parked in……Lilith’s Arcade.

Guardian Angel

Warning: this is a gentle non-consent fantasy. It will not be to everyone’s taste. Read at your own risk.

We’ve been a part of each others’ lives for years. At this point I don’t even remember how we met. It’s like you’ve just always been there, a steady presence in my life.

I know you better than anyone. I know your favorite foods, your favorite books, favorite places to go when you want to be alone. I know your fears and insecurities, the silly little things you do when you need a pick me up, the movies you watch when you need a good cry. I can read your moods by the look on your face and the way you hold your shoulders.

Even after all this time it’s kind of a thrill that you don’t know who I am. Other than a handful of brief encounters when you were still working retail, you’ve never even seen my face.

Mostly I just watch from the shadows, kind of like a stealthy body guard. I make sure you get home from work alright, that no one follows you home from the store – or no one else, at least. I watch – and take pictures.

Helen is moving in [F/M]

Intro:
Helen Candy is a beautiful young woman, she is 25 and a little quirky, she is a little too extroverted and naive. So she met many men in her life. But she always broke up when things got too serious and she is very picky. She loves green eyes.
And the Hipster Style.
She also loves freckles.
And have a thing for blond hair and a big muscled body.
Her favorite colors are red and orange and she doesn’t really like yellow. Her favorite music genre is blues.
She loves art, sometimes she paint but no one have ever seen one of her paintings because she is a little ashamed because her style is mostly erotic themed …
She grew up in a big city.
So it was hard for her to just move to a small city in the countryside, in the Weißenstadt.
On Saturday evenings. She used to go to Club with her friends. She didn’t have many friends, but the same 3 from her childhood: Madison, Leah and Hailey, she missed them very much.
When her father, the last member of his family remaining, died, she was left with no one and little money in a big empty loft.
So she had to change life perspective and choose to reshape her dreams into a smaller picture.

Sending me off to work with a pussy full of your cum 🖤[MF] [sexy] [creampie] [multiple orgasms] [teasing] [dirty talk]

I wake up in your arms. I lay there for a moment, just happy to be so close to you. I gently untangle myself from your embrace. You start to stir but I’m already out of bed. I hop in the shower and quickly rinse off. As I get out and towel off I can hear you in the kitchen making coffee. I sit down at my vanity and start putting on my makeup. I hear you come up behind me. You kiss my shoulder as you set my coffee down on the counter before hopping in the shower.

I finish my makeup just as you get out of the shower. I start to get dressed: pulling on a pair of leggings, slipping on my bra, pulling a long sweater over my torso. My knee-high boots are next. As soon as I’m put together, I’m running around the house trying to gather the things I need for my day. I’m standing by the door, checking emails on my phone when you come up behind and wrap your arms around me. You pull me close. Your lips are on my neck, I can feel your cock press against my ass. Before I can open my mouth to explain that I need to be on my way to work you say,

Milf Next Door, Todd and Jenni have dinner…(MF)

*(Part 2, check profile for “By the pool…” Got a bit carried away with this scene. Spoiler; no actual sex! But I think it’s pretty sexy all the same! Feedback appreciated. Another part tomorrow (possibly the final part) if i get time!)*

Jenni was feeling a little naughty as she checked the food in the oven. After the explosive orgasm she’d had earlier perhaps her mind wasn’t quite thinking as sensibly as it could be. Convincing herself it was harmless to have a little flirt and dress a little provocatively when the boy coming to dinner obviously wasn’t going to feel the same and probably wouldn’t even pay her any attention like that anyway. He was probably just being polite saying yes in the first place.

Tavern Slut For A Massive Stud [M/F]

In a world where electricity never existed, and where people used swords and torches and horses, there lived a whore. Being a whore was a common profession among women and was never a demeaning term.

The whore was often greeted with gold coins, necklaces and other jewellery from people who loved her *services* way more than they should have. Even though a cost of a whore was only a couple bronze coins, this one was nearly the richest person in all of her village. Women envied her, men wanted her and thieves desired nothing more than a few of her gold coins.

She fucked, and fucked, and fucked, until she met with the man of her dreams. An 8 foot tall hunk of meat whose cock stretched all the way down to his knees along with the loincloth he usually wore whilst being completely naked otherwise.

“Give me your finest whore,” he demanded the owner of a tavern after he’d finished an entire barrel of wine, and then another of ale, and so the tavern master did. The hunk was greeted with the whore at his table.

A Massage Therapist with Benefits – Part 1

This a follow up to a different post I made. I got some encouraging words to continue my work. I wrote this part of the “series” in two parts. If I get more positive feedback I’ll keep the series going. If it doesn’t get positive feedback I’d love to hear some criticisms too!

Part one is here:

“The Best Christmas Gift Ever” – A story about a Client and a Massage Therapist from eroticliterature

This is a fictional story that is loosely based on a few real life experiences I’ve had. Enjoy!

Susannah and I had seen each other for massages and extracurriculars for a few months now but had to put a pause to it once the summer break ended and I had to return to school for preseason training. We did stay in touch during my season but nothing more than a “how’s it going” or “happy holiday”. I wasn’t home all semester, until my season came to a abrupt end when we lost the last game of the season and didn’t make the conference championship.

Taking my friend’s mum for a ride [milf] [car sex] [secret affair] – part 5

I quickly shoved the note from my friend’s aunt in my pocket, gave her a nod, and headed to the car with him and his mum. My mind was racing, my heart was thumping, and my cock was still semi-hard from the sexual encounter I’d just had.

I slid into the back seat, and his mum climbed in and sat on my lap. My friend was all grins and waves and beeping his horn to say goodbye, while his aunt had her eyes locked on me, and his mum’s hand was already rubbing my cock through my pants.

We had barely turned the corner at the end of his aunt’s street, before his mother was, once again, leaning forward, chatting to him, giving me access to her pussy. I reached under her dress and gave her a rub. She was soaking wet. I wasn’t sure how much was her and how much was my spit, having just eaten her in the spare room of her sister’s house.

Even though we are miles apart I can’t stop cumming for you 🖤 [M/F] [phone sex] [multiple orgasms] [masturbation]

You are the last one in the office.

This is, of course, to my advantage. It’s late, the sun has long gone down. All day at work I’ve been thinking about you. I know that today has been less than ideal for you, but I know exactly how to help. I’ve been teasing you all day; sneaking off to the bathroom to take some naughty pictures for you. Sending you sexy texts explaining all of the dirty thoughts that pop up in my head – you, my love, have been at the front of my mind all day.

Your favorite text is the one where I show you a picture of my fingers. They’ve just been in my pussy, but only for a moment. That was all it took to get them nice and wet. I slid them in and had to stifle a moan. It took all of my willpower not to tease myself a little longer. I know I could have cum for you, but I’m saving that for later. I pull them out and see them dripping with my desire for you. I pull out my phone, take a picture of my slick, shiny fingers, and send it to you with the caption, “this is how bad my body needs you baby.” You text back with a picture of your hard cock bulging in your pants. You’re gripping it tight and I can see a spot of precum leaking through. This is exactly how I want you: hard and desperate. Unable to concentrate on your troubles at work because you’re thinking about me, and you know I’m thinking about you.

Luke and Asmodeus[MM]

His upbringing told Luke that he should feel uncomfortable, but he didn’t. The heat of Asmodeus’s gaze trailed up his back. His skin puckered, every hair standing on edge. As much as Luke hated it, he loved the attention he was getting from the demon.  

Luke was standing in the middle of the minimalistic room. Lily had just attempted to take Luke from this place and failed. Luke wasn’t as torn about that as he should have been. He was dressed sparingly in the most comfortable fabric he had ever put on his body. The pants were cut low to accentuate the muscles of his stomach. Asmodeus hadn’t provided him with a shirt.

The demon stalked up behind him. Asmodeus’s hot breath on the back of his neck sent a shiver down Luke’s spine. The demon’s closeness was bringing so many of Luke’s darkest fantasies to light. He wanted to give in to them so badly. Luke shivered as Asmodeus dragged his hand slowly up his side. The demon nuzzled his face into the crook of Luke’s neck and kissed him deeply.