[M4F] Bartender job was memorable

It’s almost closing hours and there were only two tables left. Seems like one of them was having a birthday party tonight. The birthday girl looked about 16 years old, her very young brother sitting right next to her and their mom, I’d say 35 years old. There’s another woman with them, perhaps the childrens’ aunt. The other table was used by this quiet couple and I must say, the guy is really lucky with that one… I’d screw his girlfriend on my work hours if I could.

“The table! Go!”, A voice was heard from behind me.

“Yeah, Im on it!”, I replied in a quick notice.

I must’ve day dreamed for too long, better go get those guys’ orders… Walking over to the bigger and more occupied table, I click my pen once, ready to take orders.

“Hey guys, is someone’s birthday up? I think I can smell it. Anyways, what would you guys like?” My eyes were shifting from one person to another sitting at the table.

What a boring choice of food it was, the birthday girl looked so bored as well, oh God. Time to turn the order in, maybe mess with our chef…

Hooking Up With My Sister’s Best Friend on our Family Vacation: Part 2 (FM)

It was pretty late at night when I finally got a text from Nora telling me to meet her at the camp showers. I had spent hours hanging out at the nearby playground. I tried to recline on a large rock at one point, but the stationary target made me into a feast for all the mosquitos in a ten mile radius, so I kept pacing instead. Everyone else was off relaxing around fires, toasting marshmallows, and playing card games on picnic tables by the light of little battery-powered lanterns. And I was by myself walking in circles under the stars, swatting mosquitos, and thinking about Nora.

All that time spent alone with my thoughts was not great for my nerves. I started to second guess myself. Before my phone lit up, I had half convinced myself it was an elaborate prank Nora was playing on me. You know, trick the horny 19-year-old boy into thinking he was going to get some pussy so he spends a sleepless night pacing around a swing set. Whenever my thoughts started wandering in that direction, I would remember the way that Nora had led me into the woods and the way she had begged me to fuck her. That was not a girl playing a prank on me. Nora wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

The Body Slave (M/F)

I am a warrior. My face, beautiful as it is, is not my weapon. My eyes, passionate bottomless pools though they be, are not my weapon. My full round breasts and my perky nipples…my succulent hips, the moist pit between my legs…my mind; all these are useless to me. My only true weapon is your body. My name is Yasmine Al Hamzad and I am a body slave in the employ of Sultan Hameed Kazeem the God King. May the gods damn his soul.

I wasn’t always a body slave. In another life, I was “The rose of Sumeedan”, “light of the North” and the promised of Sudiq El Hamzri The Third. Those days are long gone, as I am reduced to my present state. all I have now is my history, your body, and a glimmer of a plan conjured from a soup of sweaty nightmare filled nights and days of despair.

I will start by telling you my plan simple as it is. I plan to kill the the god king.

Sadie’s Sexual Awakening: Part 1

This is my first shot at erotica, written on a dare of all things! Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated! I started out intending to write one short story, but it’s now looking like a potential series if people enjoy it.

Sadie’s Sexual Awakening: Part 1

It’s tough to get married young, and this was something Sadie understood all too well. She was twenty-two and had already been married for over five years as the result of an arranged marriage. She had grown to love her husband, Levi, who was ten years her senior, but the first several years of marriage had felt incredibly lonely. The “courtship” of the two only lasted a few months and involved only brief interactions in person with her family present, as the couple’s parents figured out the practical arrangements necessary for a traditional marriage ceremony. Sadie had enjoyed the company of Levi while “dating” him, but the reality was she barely knew him, which remained true even years into the marriage.

Bimbo craving Instagram fame, gets more than she bargained for at my photoshoot

I leant against the studio entrance on a blistering hot summers evening in the city, as I sipped the last dregs of my iced coffee in the car park. I had one more session of photography booked in before the weekend could begin, one more entitled instagram ‘influencer’ to lie to, and to tell that they’re the most beautiful and talented woman I’d ever seen at the agency. One more bimbo that my photography skills would help take to the next level of internet fame. I had pulled the short straw and was the last person on site as I surveyed the emptying lot.
I made a living by scraping by with my photography skills, I’d dedicated my life to it, always striving to become the best in my field, and it drove me insane to see the amount of money these talentless girls received just for flaunting their bodies online. I dumped my empty coffee cup in the bin, as I watched a flock of pigeons fly off into the setting sun.
The distant hum of a sporty white Mercedes got louder as it rolled into the studios lot. It looked expensive and practically brand new I thought, I bet this was her, the last client of the day. Sure enough it was, a skinny blonde emerged from the drivers seat clutching her designer handbag whilst checking her appearance in the tinted window. She was about 5”5, her pale skin dominated by her skinny waist with obviously enhanced features. Her tits and lips looked like something you’d find on a kardashian special feature. She meandered towards me, chewing on a piece of bubblegum nonchalantly, her hips swaying in motion as her fluorescent Nike Jordans stomped at the floor. Her thighs and ass being barely contained by her pink yoga pants, and her white top struggling to conceal her fake tits, whilst her peroxide locks flowed in the breeze.

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 236-238) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 236: The Worst Is Yet to Come

“GHEKH—” Beatrice gagged as blood spewed out of her mouth.

The sudden overwhelming pain was indescribable. The first numbing blast across her body from forced, violent acquaintance with the ground did not even compare to what felt like her inner organs getting squashed like tomatoes. Beatrice remembered the monster’s war hammer and felt its flat head continue to press hard against her delicate back after a crushing blow.

Beatrice did not know what getting run over by a truck would feel like, but she could now imagine vividly how it could feel like. She could not think straight and felt as slow as a toddler, mentally and physically. To say that every inch of her body hurt as if she was used as a cheap punching back for a week straight would be an understatement.

Struck [M/f] [BDSM] [overstimulation] [face slapping] [spanking]

Sir’s little slut laying on the bed is something to behold. She is spread eagle, arms and legs forced open wide by the cuffs linked to each bedpost. She cannot move an inch. There is a leather belt around her waist, tied to anchors in the floor, keeping her midsection still. Like this, she is vulnerable to whatever he chooses to do.

The cuffs seem like the only thing keeping her from floating away and the belt feels like the only thing keeping her from shaking apart. Sir has let her cum three times now and the orgasms are starting to feel more like a punishment than a pleasure.

He pinches her nipples and scratches long red lines down her stomach and over her thighs. His lips are soft on hers and leave sloppy kisses down her neck and over her clit. She shudders and whines and her thighs quake. She couldn’t keep still if she tried and is grateful for the bindings that hold her in place. He brings her to an orgasm, then after she has come down from straining against her bondage, he slaps her pussy.

Edging Alexis – The girl of my dreams tells me about her denial fantasy [M/F]

“Don’t you dare cum. Good girls don’t cum until I say so”

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As soon as I met Alexis, I knew I wanted to make her cum. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe it was her cute laugh, maybe it was that half smirk she always seemed to have on her face, or maybe it was the fact she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. But whatever it was, I knew that at some point in my life, I had to make her cum.

Some girls I fantasise about fucking, or about them giving me a blowjob. But with Alexis all I cared about was making her cum, hearing her moan my name in ecstasy, watching as her body exploded in pleasure.

We met at a friend’s birthday party, and we hit it off pretty well. We both liked to travel, and we spoke a lot about different places we’d been to and our favourite cities. I couldn’t believe my luck at first. I’d met this stunning girl, and we were really vibing with each other. We were having a few drinks. I thought I might actually have a chance here. And then after a couple of hours she mentioned she had a boyfriend.

First time, is it good?

Lucious sat in the dark interior of the inn. He hated such filthy places, what little light streamed through the interior of the building, shone on the thick clouds of dust that got stirred up by the occasional passing patron. Calling this place a building was a joke, but there was no where else to stay on this particular stretch of road.

Then a beauty with the most amazing eyes stepped in through the door. Lucious squinted leaning forward in his chair at the sight of those pale eyes. For a moment, he didn’t care if his clothes wrinkled or collected dust.

‘Is she blind?’ He found himself wondering as she moved gracefully through the darkened interior. He felt a tingle of excitement as her clothes tugged gently at her breast as stepped around a table. The same motion caused her to lean a bit over, stepping around a stool left abandoned in the room, her backside brushed up against the table, because there really wasn’t much room. And Lucious felt his lips grow dry as he saw the fabric pull tight, revealing a thin line that marked the supple curve of her ass.

A Star Returns: Part One [MFF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Cheating] [Creampie] [Oral Sex] [Sneaky Sex]

s “Thanks for the invite,” I said as I looked around at the large room. There were many people gathered for my friend’s sister’s reception. I call him my friend loosely as we had only recently reconnected through social media, and by recent, I mean like a few days ago.

“No problem, Turbo,” Ted said as he smiled at me.

“That was ages ago,” I said, shaking my head; it was amazing that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school. Ted’s name was Stretch because of his long arms and ability to palm a basketball with ease. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team.

“Can’t believe you returned home after all these years,” Ted said with amazement.

“Yeah,” I shook my head.

It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this mid-size town. It wasn’t a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was what some would call suburbia. The one thing different from all the other suburbs was this place was a football town. Everything stopped for the high school football games.