Category: eroticliterature

And it repeats: The Dom and the sub. [MF] [M34/F20] [emotional sadism, seduction, mindbreak, meta, deep literary kink, wet hot clitoral encouragement, deep f***ing ease]

18+ adult consensual kink fantasy story.

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He pulled down her skirt and robbed her of her dignity

I say robbed, it was more of a heist

He had stolen her heart in a story

A lurid dark provocative little tale

Something that pulled her in

Made her cross and uncross and bite her lips

She’d scroll on the phone up then down again

Rereading the particulars

The way the words almost part her own legs

Like her parched lips

A tall drink of coffee or tea

That hot shot that just started her day

Eat pray love and all she could think is fuck fuck fuck

She loved how he made her feel naked and seen through her words

She wasn’t just soaked

She was flooded

Her body began to feel like it would cramp up without him

Pulling her hair

Lifting her leg

Pressing her up against the wall and cupping her blouse

Her bosom

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A Wife For All Seasons, Part 7 [sci-fi] [MFF, all over 30]

Clara and her double seemed inseparable after that night. They watched TV beneath a blanket together. They read Chilean poetry together. They drank lemonade from a shared straw on the patio together. One Saturday Clara went shopping, but she brought home clothes for her double to keep, as well. I watched through the keyhole: the double wore blue jeans, studying her butt in the mirror, as Clara buttoned a white linen shirt for her. Clara left the top three buttons undone and tied the hems into a knot above her double’s belly button. They exchanged words I couldn’t hear, giggled, shushed each other, then I saw my wife hook a finger over the double’s waistband, pull her toward her, and unbutton the jeans.
Sometimes they showered together. I raised concerns about the integrity of our doubles rule—no sex with a double unless it’s both of us—but she insisted it was nice to have platonic help washing her back.
I was certainly included. I frequently found myself in some new game. I came home one day to a pitch-black house. Marco Polo, Clara said, and as I followed her voice, bumping into tables, I’d occasionally feel something against my foot. A tank top, a t-shirt, socks, a pair of shorts, a bra, a pair of leggings. When I eventually found them, they were both naked in a closet, making out against our winter coats.
Another night, I found a card leaning against a flower vase in the foyer. You are cordially invited to an evening in la bibliothèque. A tuxedo was hung on a door handle.
Clara stood by the lit fireplace in a backless gown slit up to her waist. Her hair was pinned beneath a head scarf and she wore sunglasses she didn’t need. She stepped toward me and adjusted my bow tie.
“Who am I?” she asked.
Before I could answer, her double—or was it Clara?—entered wearing the same gown, the same scarf, the same glasses. She felt the top edge of my cumberbund.
“Who am I?” this Clara asked.
One held a finger to my lips. They both sat on their knees and looked up at me as they removed their sunglasses. One unzipped my pants, then the other hooked her glasses into my fly and pulled me closer.The slight sign of a smirk, their painted red lips. Each gown came to a point just below their back dimples; firelight flickered against their skin.
“You only get one guess,” one of the Clara’s said.
They took turns performing. One Clara ran her tongue along the underside of my cock, the other licked along the right side, then the left. One Clara took me into her mouth in my entirety before tightening her lips, then slowly withdrawing. The other started with the tip, sucked a bit more of me into her mouth, pulled away, sucked in a bit more, pulled away, easing in my full length. One Clara kept her eyes closed, as if relishing her own talent. The other locked her eyes with mine, daring me to finish.
“Which one of us is your wife?” they asked.
I apparently guessed wrong—though they never revealed who was who—and for the rest of the night, as punishment, I was only allowed to watch.
Then on the weekend I woke from my nap and found them asleep beneath a blanket in the garden. They wore matching green floral bras, lovely amongst the rosemary, but—I lifted the blanket to check—no panties.
Unbeknownst to Clara, I discovered a way to determine how many orgasms her double had experienced. I maintained a running log of her double’s brain waves, so looking back through that history, I could look for specific erratic patterns that indicated sexual spikes. By my count, I’d been present for—indeed, often responsible for—roughly a dozen orgasms. So, per our rule, I expected to see roughly a dozen sexual spikes. When I ran the numbers, reran the numbers, then ran the numbers a third time for good measure, I discovered fifty-seven spikes.
I confronted Clara with my calculations, explained the science, my method. I said I’d had my suspicions, but now I had evidence. Numbers don’t lie. Charts don’t lie—the ladies of the house, my love and our concubine, were having an affair.
Then Clara asked if my calculations took masturbation into account, and I had to confess that I had not considered this.
She stormed away to the bath.
Still, the number haunted me. Fifty-seven. Forty-five orgasms I’d been unaware of. Forty-five orgasms achieved without need, at the very least, of me. Forty-five orgasms alone, I was to believe? With such ready and able roommates?
I came home early one day, burst through the front door, but only found them playing canasta. I made a show of going to the hardware store then doubled back after ten minutes, but my wife was merely straining pasta as her double stirred a sauce. I installed a motion-sensitive camera in the garden, but caught only blurred photos of birds.
One afternoon, when I’d all but accepted Clara’s word, I was taking an empty banana crate to the garage when I noticed a thick layer of fog coating the windows of our car. Peering through, I was certain I saw the color of skin against the vinyl seats. I tore open the back door and there laid my wife and her sweat-drenched double, moaning into each other’s cunts.
“Clara!” I shouted. “In my Buick?”

The Night [M33/F36][oral, affair]”

It was a hot summer night. The digital clock on the table was burning the digits into the hot dry air of the room. Five minutes past 1 o’clock in the morning. Even though it was getting late, she wasn’t that tired. The hot weather, which was continuously getting warmer and warmer for past three weeks of summer, made her a bit weary, but she felt there’s still some energy in her left. She gently turned a page in an opened book right in front of her with her fingertips. The page gently descended onto the the stack of already read pages, pieces of the story she already experienced. As she was reading the shine blue book, she liked to imagine herself in the role of the author’s heroine. The Lioness, as her creator named her. Her life was full of grand adventures, excitement and action. She was a strong warrior in a fantasy land far far away, who always got what she wanted, yet was adored by many. Her character made her famous in her realm, exalted heroine of the kingdom. During the story spanning hundreds of pages, The Lioness had a decent amount of romantic adventures as well, because the life of a local hero wasn’t just slaying monsters and going on quests. Read more »

His to Take [MF] [forced breeding, blurred consent] [FM] [30s]

*Hi, perverts! Since tags sometimes get skipped as we fap-read, this is a reminder that this story mentions forced breeding and blurred consent that still leads everyone to cum happily. Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to those topics.*

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“I am all yours to take,” she finally conceded, in a mental universe where she was both aware and ingenuous about the meaning of her words.

Uttered months after they had committed to each other, they did not come lightly. The slow build up to them played part in imbuing them with significance. Still, it can’t be said that she had fully thought through the ultimate consequences of what she called upon, what she enabled.

It was a rather uncharacteristic moment for her. Her everyday chess thinking was always five moves ahead; she was one of those infuriating people who remember to buy milk a day before the gallon is down to a single glass. In the heat of the moment, perhaps, she had said something that she had not planned, fully envisioned.

What she for once had not overanalyzed, thought hard into the land of the overprocessed ridiculous, he had very much mentally dissected on her behalf. Read more »

Hot Chocolate [F30/M29][First Time][Virgins][Wholesome][Gentle]

Peter was waiting for her when she stepped out of the elevator. “Hot chocolate?” he asked, holding out a cup.

“You know me too well,” Arya said, accepting it with a smile. “Sorry I was running late. Had a project that needed to be finished before I left.”

“No problem. It’s not like we’re on a tight schedule,” he said. “It’s Friday. We have the whole evening ahead of us.”

“That we do.”

They had met almost a year ago. Arya had had a long, hard week at work, and it must have showed on her face. Because she had only been halfway through the line at the cafe in the lobby when he had stepped up and offered her a hot chocolate. She’d asked what it was for, and he’d replied that she just seemed like she needed some kindness that day. Didn’t even ask for her number or her name. Just wanted to do something nice for her. Read more »

A heated hostel night (cheating) (f22)

Eliza and I were staying in a hostel while we were travelling. It was the kind of place where there was a room of 10 bunk beds.

While we were there we got to know one guy reasonably well. His name was Dan and he was quite good-looking and definitely had big dick energy. Every other night he seemed to bring back another girl. He was a terribly flirt and flirted with all of the girls in the hostel. And all of them for some reason flirted back (including Eliza).

One night he suggested we play a drinking game. Dan pulled out a bottle and then span it. The game was that whoever it landed on was asked a truth or dare by whoever span it. After you did your truth or dare it was your turn to spin. If you declined you had to drink.

Most if the first few spins were just drinking dares – trying to get everyone drunk enough to play properly. Eventually the bottle pointed to me I did my dare which was simply take off my shirt. Then I span the bottle and it landed on Dan he said “truth” and I asked him: “what he would rate everyone out of 10”. Read more »

Melony and Alex: Staying the Night? [M/F] [20s-30s] [Couple?] [Face Riding] [Cunnilingus] [Condom] [Biting] [Sweet] [ADHD Discovery] [Grumpy Cat (not the meme one)]

Sequel to [Melony and Alex: Back to Her Place](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1000q9u/melony_and_alex_back_to_her_place_mf_20s30s/)

Melony and Alex: Staying the Night?

Melony was a born procrastinator. She told herself that she was eventually going to try and do something about it but kept putting it off. That’s why she waited until Thursday night before start to do any cleaning in her apartment for when Alex was coming over in less than 24 hours. She might have even got it all done, if she was able to push through, but kept stopping to listen to her playlist. She did finally remembered to move Lizzo over to her sex playlist to join Lovage’s cover of “Sex (I Am)” and VNV Nation “Cold” (the r-rated version). It had never really occurred to her to actually play the list during the deed, she just found sorting songs into various lists relaxing. She’d wasted numerous weekends engrossed in the task and always felt guilty afterwards. Read more »

[MASSAGE, EXHIBITIONISM] I (M30) accidentally went to an erotic massage and bath with my best friend (F30)

I’ve been dreaming about fucking Ellie for 15 years.
Let me take you back real quick to explain: we met in kindergarten, our mothers became fast friends and we grew up together.
She was my partner in crime when we were kids.
Then we hit puberty and I started to notice… new things about Ellie.
I think I was 20 the first time I allowed myself to think about her when I was masturbating. She has these beautiful tits and I had just spent a whole day thinking of what they would feel like around my cock if I ever had the chance to tit fuck her. So I wanked it really good, pretending my fist was actually Ellie kneeling before me and squeezing her breast so I could fuck them.
Never made a move though, because:
1 – I didn’t wanna risk the friendship
2 – There was never a right time
3 – I’m full of shit cause I’m actually a fucking coward
“Hey shooter” she hugs me really tight and smacks a kiss on my cheek “You ready?”
“You gotta stop calling me that” I hug her back.
“It’s cause of the thing with the guy in the place!” She whines, cause yeah, there’s a lot of backstory to that nickname.
“Yeah, but it sounds horrible without context, Ellie”
“Alright, Joshua” she makes a point to enunciate every letter of my name “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, what are we doing here again?” I let her guide us into the spa.
“It’s the prize I got at that sex fair thing”
“What were you doing at a sex fair again?”
“Keeping Andy company while he checked out the male stripper he is dating”
“What is Andy doing checking people he dates at their workplace again?”
“Why do you end every question with ‘again’?”
“It’s called being emphatic”
“It’s called being annoying”
“Andy shouldn’t be stalking people and you shouldn’t be helping”
“Whatever, Shooter”
“Whatever, Stalker”
The receptionist stares at both of us cause, like I said, that fucking nickname sounds horrible without context.
I am shy but Ellie doesn’t care. She gives the receptionist the gift card and her name for the settled appointment and we are asked to sit just for a minute.
“Hey Ells?”
“Yeah?”
“Why am I here ag…”
“Don’t say ‘again’, Joshua, I will hit you with something sharp”
“What am I doing here, Elise?”
“I told you”
“You didn’t”
“I really did”
“You really didn’t”
“Really? It’s a massage for two people. Andy couldn’t come cause he had a date. Natalie couldn’t get off work”
“I was your third choice?”
“Have you ever been to a spa before?”
“No”
“Have you ever wanted to come to a spa before?”
“No”
“Do you know what a spa is?”
“Kinda. Maybe. No” I keep correcting myself.
“Yeah, you were my third choice. I still love you the most though.”
The place is nice, I’ll give you that. There’s cucumber water, some low-fi music and the single most relaxing foyer ever designed. It doesn’t take long for the two masseuses to come and takes us to the rooms.
Only it’s not rooms (plural), it’s room (singular) which is an issue because we are two people (plural) and not one person (singular).
“Where do I go?” I ask.
“In here” the masseuse is a petite woman with some Angelina Jolie lips and a sweet smile.
“And where does she go?” I point to Ells.
“In here” Angelina smiles again, pointing to exactly the same door.
The two masseuses go into the room to set some robes for us and I whisper to my best friend:
“What the fuck kind of massage did you win?”
“I don’t know! It was free, I didn’t ask.”
“You can take off your clothes and put these robes on” the other masseuse is tall and has short straight hair like a brunet Heidi Klum.
“Where can we do that?”
Angelina smiles and says “In here”.
That’s three “in here” in a row. Angelina really does have a catch phrase.
They leave. We stay.
“So, we’re just supposed to get naked?”
“I’m wearing a bikini underneath. Aren’t you wearing a bathing suit?”
“No” I widen my eyes, blaming her fully for the lack of instructions I was given.
“I told you to wear one!”
“Stalker, when you have these conversations with me, do they happen in real life on inside your head?”
“I really told you”
“You really didn’t! Elise!”
“Just be naked then. We are grown ups and know each other for ages. So what if I see your willy? It’s fine”
It’s not fine.
It’s not fine that she sees my willy.
It’s not fine that the woman I’ve had a crush on for 15 years, the woman with the killer body that makes me drool and the sweet smile that makes me melt, thinks about my penis in such a low esteem that it gets called a willy.
“I’m not gonna get naked, Elise!”
“Do you have any ideia how much a massage at this place costs? Fine! I can be naked too, then you won’t be alone”
I close and open my eyes in absolute bewilderement at her solution.
“How does that help?” My whisper is as loud as it can be, while still being called a whisper.
“You’re shy. I’m not. So we do this together. Turn that way, I’ll turn this way. We’ll be wearing robes in no time” She starts undressing and I turn around like a man too scared to look directly at the sun.
She is naked.
Naked.
Behind me.
Ellie.
With her tits out in the open and her pussy free from protection. I think her nakedness warms the air around her cause I’m feeling feverish. Like something coming for her direction is burning me up.
I get undress and into the robe. She asks if I’m done before she can turn, but I don’t turn back cause my dick is hardening and that’s the kinda of thing you can’t hide when all you got is a thin robe.
This was a horrible idea.
This is gonna be a nightmare.
I’m gonna lay on a table, naked, next to her, naked, and have to… relax? How is that possible?
If I had any remote idea this was how my day would turn out, I would have jerked off the fatest load before leaving my house.
I don’t wanna be a creep, ok? I don’t wanna risk ou ruin our friendship and I would never put her in a awkward position. But I have such an immeasurable crush on this women, it’s pathetic.
The masseuses come back, Angelina taps her table and I know what she is gonna say before she says it. “In here” she smiles, pointing to the massage table. Not even “on here” which I guess would be the right way to say it? Between that and her clear inability to understand plural vs singular, I think someone ought to teach Angie some grammar.
She and Heidi hold out a towel for each of us to protect our nakedness while we get out of the robes and on the tables. Great. Where were they before when I needed help? I’ve never been to a spa before but this makes no sense. Go in there and get naked and then put a robe and then I have this towel and you take off the robe then get naked again.
I lay down and try to pretend I’m somewhere else for the next 45 minutes.
The massage is not bad. But Ellie’s soft moans every now and then are insanity inducing.
I don’t think there is ailment worst than being horny for your best friend.
Actually, there are lost of ailments that are probably much worst, but right now I can’t think of any, so give me a break.
I have to take deep breaths and when Angelina asks me to turn belly up I feel my entire body blush and heat up cause I know I got a half pump going on and there is nothing covering my hips but a towel so she is definitely gonna see.
I wanna get out of here so bad it’s a blessing when they finally whisper in our ears telling us the massage is over.
Great.
Wonderful.
Thank you, Lord.
“Now, if you two could walk up to the tub for the erotic bath” Heidi says like a news anchor wishing me a good night.
“Go to the what for the what now?” I tilt my head cause I’m sure I heard it wrong.
“The tub. For the erotic bath.”
“I’m sorry?” I shake my head cause stuff still doesn’t make sense and by now I really don’t trust the grammar around here anyway.
Ellie, however, seems to have figured something out as she has her hands over her mouth. Her jaw dropped a little and her eyes are lost in the horizon.
I am afraid to ask.
“What?” I whisper as the two Grammar Crazies go off to the tub to prepare it for us.
“The sex fair” she whispers back “That’s where I won this. Maybe it’s an erotic massage?”
“Hmhum, hmhum” I grunt, only slightly sane “And you didn’t think to check that?”
“It was a massage at a well known spa. I just thought it was a regular massage, I didn’t even know that…”
“In here” Angelina says and I smile like a psycho. This woman really only knows two words, doesn’t she.
“Should we leave?” I ask but Ells has a weird curious smile.
“I kinda wanna see what it is. But you can leave if you’re not comfortable”
An erotic bath with you, Ellie? That’s something I’ve been dreaming about like fifty percent of the times I shower.
This is not gonna end well.
This is gonna end terribly.
I should have excused myself but… I also kinda wanna see what it is.
“I’m not leaving if you’re not” I hesitate “You’ll call me a coward for the rest of my life”
Angelina snaps her fingers calling our attention:
“In her…”
“Yeah, yeah!” I growl.
I get to the tub first and Angelina, bless her, holds out a towel so I can undress and get in the tub.
Then it’s Ellie’s turn and look, I’m not stupid. Ellie is not stupid. I graduated at MIT. Ellie went to Law School at Yale. We are smart people. Really smart.
So tell me: how the FUCK did we forget we were gonna do this naked?
Cause, somehow, in the last two minutes I forgot.
And by the pale look on Ellie’s agonising face, so did she.
I am sitting in the bathtub with hot water and bubbles around me, so my nakedness is kinda safe.
Hers, however… I try to look away to give her some privacy walking in, but… she’s gonna be completely naked pretty much on my nose so, I don’t know how to save this.
It gets worst because Ellie can’t walk into the tub as easily as I did. She complicates herself coming and going so I have to look to try to help.
And then I die.
Josh died.
Bury Josh.
Give him his eulogies.
Elise’s tits are fucking heavy. Her mom is latina and her dad is Norwegian so she has these incredible combinations of traits. The luscious lips, the delicious ampersand curves. She has light brown hair and her pussy is slightly covered by some light brown pubes. She waxes the edges and shaves it to keep them almost gone. Her nipples are dark and small and I feel my head going light.
I’m gonna pass out.
I have imagined her for years, but I was nowhere near how hot she actually is.
She leans in trying to get into the tub and her tits drop in an angle that, if I were to stand up right now, I could fuck her tits with ease.
“Oh, for the love of…” I get up to give her a hand and help her in.
I am naked. I am hard. She looks down for a second and notices both these things.
Angie and Heidi have the towels up so they don’t see us, but at this point I don’t even know if I care.
I sit back in the tub, thinking to myself it can’t get any worst, but it can.
It really can.
The tub isn’t big enough for us to sit side by side, so Ellie has to sit on my lap.
I’d laugh in desperation, but I forgot how to.
I try to lean back so there’s the least amount of touch between us, but I’m hard.
I am so hard I feel my dick throbbing and begging for pussy.
I stare at the ceiling and take a deep breath. Angie and Heidi leave us to get some products or whatever. I don’t know, I didn’t hear what they said. All I can hear is a ringing in my ear.
I hold on to the edges of the tub like my life depends on it. I hold on so hard you can see the veins in my forearms popping up.
“I’m sorry” Ellie whispers “I didn’t know”
“It’s fine” I say, but there’s a horrible tremor in my voice “I’m sorry too, but I can’t… control it” I whimper, fully aware that my erection is poking her back.
“It’s ok. I understand. I don’t mind”
I let out a panic laughter and she turns her face to look at me.
She is so beautiful I wanna cry.
“It’s hard for me too”.
“What?”
“I’m sharing so you don’t feel bad” she explains, with a voice so low it almost sounds like she is shy “Cause guys can’t hide it when they are turned on, right? Girls can. So… it’s hard for me too”
“You mean…?”
She seems to go a bit impatient.
“I mean I’m wet, Josh”
Ok.
Alright.
That doesn’t help.
It doesn’t help even one tiny little bit.
I bite my lips hard hoping the pain will control my boner, but it doesn’t. It’s raging under the water and poking hard at Ellies back. So hard, I can feel her soft skint agains my sensitive tip which means it’s getting harder by the second.
“You’re wet?” I ask, I don’t know why.
“Yeah. Really wet” she breathes heavily.
Angelina and Heidi are back. They have oils and start massaging our arms and napes and let me tell you, I’m about to cum in this water.
“Can I lean against your chest?” Ellie asks, quietly “This position is hurting my back”
“Yeah, but… I’m gonna get harder if you do that”
“I know. It’s fine. Can I?”
I nod and she leans against my chest.
Fuck, she smells good.
I grab onto the edges of the tub even harder. Angie is trying to massage my arms to get me to relax, but I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.
I try to breath really slow.
I try to think of something else.
But I think my cock is poking Ellie a little too hard, cause she moves a bit and, clearly without giving it much thought, puts her hand between us to get it out of the way. Her fingers brush by my cock when she places it upwards and my entire body shivers.
I’m a pretty strong guy, and I grab the tub with such violence I might crack it.
“Sorry” she squeezes my thighs to apologize but her sweet touch on my legs make everything around me get out of focus.
I’m breathing in her ear, trying to fight the urge to bite it. I think our friendship is already seriously damaged. Honestly, I don’t know how we’ll get back from this.
“You want me to finish you off?” She whispers, so low I can barely hear.
“What?” I gasp, turning my head to sink my nose in her hair, I slide my nose down the side of her face, my ajar lips brushing on her ear.
“I can rub it off for you” she puts her hand between us again “Maybe that will make it a little easier?”
Fuck it.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Yeah?”
She nods and I place her hand on my cock.
Ellie closes her fist around it and jerks me off. I don’t ever wanna leave this fucking bathtub.
“You need help too?” My turn to ask “You said it was hard for you too. You want me to…?”.
Her turn to nod.
So I drop my hands in the water. I grab her thighs with both my hands and she gasps. I open her pussy lips and finger her. Her thighs squeeze my hands in place and she moans so deliciously I wanna eat her. I wanna eat her pussy so bad.
Angelina and Heidi, who are hot women in their own rights by the way, move on to massaging my chest. And I am 150% sure I will cum in a couple of minutes even if they didn’t say:
“Now it’s time for the rest of the massage. The one you give each other.”
I don’t even ask.
Fuck it.
Fuck everything.
I just close my eyes.
“Can we touch you more privately?” they ask and we both agree.
I think we both agree.
I don’t know, man. I am just a sack of meat and lust at this point.
Heidi guides Ellie’s body so she moves up a little and when her hand leaves my cock I get upset and change my mind. I want the masseuses to leave. Right now.
Angelina puts her arms in the water and holds on to my cock which is so hot and unexpected it makes every muscle in my body tense up. She aligns my cock’s tip with Ellie’s slit and Heidi tells Ellie to sit.
Fuck, I’m gonna fuck Ellie.
Yeah, sweetheart, sit on me. Do it. Fuck.
I can barely control my hips.
Ellie turns to make sure I’m ok with that. And I am completely ok with that if she is.
I nod. She nods. I think we share a smile.
And she sits.
Angie guides me inside her pussy and I stop breathing.
Ellie moans all the way until I’m fully inside her pussy and her ass is on my lap.
Her back is against my chest and she leans her head over my shoulder, lost in pleasure. I start giving her little kisses on her face and neck.
“Good like this?” I move my hips a little bit and her quick gasp becomes a little scream.
“Yeah” she begs, scratching my thighs. The masseuses are absolutely watching us have sex, but at this point I don’t think any of us cares “Fuck, it’s been so long” she moans.
“What?”
“I haven’t had sex in like… a year” she confesses.
“Oh, honey” I bite her ear, really sweet “This beautiful pussy hasn’t seen a cock in a ear?”
She nods, biting her lips. Her eyes closed, her body arching. God, she looks like a fucking goddess.
“You gotta treat it better” I say, rubbing her clit and she starts moaning louder.
In all my dreaming, for whatever reason, I never thought about Ellie’s moaning. So that’s the bit that fucks me up the most cause she has these delicious little moans and gasps and screams. I want her to cum. I wanna hear her cum.
Ellie is probably thinking the same cause she starts riding me hard.
“No, don’t move” Heidi says, and they both hold her in place.
Don’t move? What kind of torture move is this?
Yes move! Let her move!
Fuck this!
Heidi and Angelina have their arms in the water again. I feel their hands on mine. The three of us competing over Ellie’s pussy lips and clit. They guide my fingers, then they finger her themselves. One of us is always grabbing Ellie’s slit, one of us is always grabbing her thighs, one of us is always grabbing her bean. And she feels us. With a never-ending moan that sounds like pleasure filled agony.
“Now you touch her” Heidi orders me and she doesn’t need to say that twice. I grab Ellie’s body like I wanna eat her with my fingers. I slide my grip up her stomach all the way to her tits and they feel even better in my hands than I’d imagined. I squeeze her fat tits and play with her nipples like I’m living the dream. I bite her ear and I think it’s too much, cause Ells sinks her hands in the water looking for her clit. And I think that makes me even hornier. She starts rubbing one out while eating my cock with her pussy and she would come if Heidi and Angie didn’t stop her.
They hold her hands, stopping her from rubbing it out and I think Ellie will cry.
“Now you turn” Heidi says.
Turn?
They remove her from my cock only to turn her to face me. Ellie doesn’t wait and neither do I. She grabs my cock herself and guides it inside her without waiting for the masseuses, and as soon as my tip is aligned in her I move my hips in hard making her scream.
Her nipples brushing on my chest making patterns of their own while she wiggles around my dick, since the horrible women won’t let her ride me.
Ellie holds on to my shoulders and I kiss her. Really kiss her. Feeling her tongue on mine and my whole body is set on some kind of metaphysical fire.
Heidi and Angelina massage us both, pressing her body against mine so I can fully feel her tits, and I gotta say I love them for it. If I ever said a single bad word about these women before, I was fool, forgive me.
But again, they don’t let her ride me. And after a few minutes worth of massages, they guide her out of my cock again. I am desperate for more of her pussy and I hope the masseuses are just gonna give us a new position to fuck, but instead, they sit Ellie on my lap, like she was at the very beginning… completely out of my cock. And now I hate them again. They massage our napes and then excuse themselves for a few minutes and tell us it’s ok if we drift off and nap.
Drift off?
NAP?
Sweetheart, are you fucking crazy?
“Get up” I say to Ellie as soon as they are gone “Get up get up get up get up”
She obeys me really fast. She gets out of the tub and hurries to her robe. I think maybe she misunderstood me. But when she bends over to get the robe I get the tip of my cock in her again, holding her hips in place.
“Ells, is this ok?” I say, in a fever dream.
“Yeah” she begs, pushing herself back to swallow my cock with her puss.
And then I fuck her.
I hold her waist and I fuck her like I’ve been dreaming of doing for 15 years.
She is wet and warm and delicious.
“Flick it” I tell her “Flick your clit, cum with me”
She does it. Fingering herself, one inch away from it. So fucking beautiful she is, fingering herself like this. I think I wanna watch her masturbate beginning to end.
I sink my cock in her, feeling her hole tight around me.
“Do I need to pull out?” I ask in a haze.
“No. You can cum in me”
“Yeah? Say that again?”
She starts moaning loud as fuck. She is cumming.
“In me, Josh. Fuck. Fill me up”
I let go.
My load explodes from my cock filling her up just like she asked. Making my legs and my arms shake, lifelessly. My breathing out of control while the orgasms burns through my body.
I move out of her and watch my jizz dripping out of her puss to her pubes and thighs.
I pull her in and kiss her. She holds me with a smile.
“We should have done this sooner”
I laugh quietly.
“You wanna keep doing it?”
She licks my lips before saying “Oh yes. Absolutely”.

looking for a story! (gay, humiliation)

Unfortunately don’t remember lots from this story but i will try to give as much info as possible.

I think i found it on literotica!

The story was several parts. it’s about a guy and i think his roomate or friend. The friend finds out he likes to dress up as a girl and takes this information to blackmail him.

During the story he is coerced to suck his friends cock at a party in an adjacent room. In a later part of the story he is getting picked up to be humiliated by his friend. A girl is also in the car, the guy is afraid about his friend telling this girl about him sucking his cock. When they arrive at some place the guy is forced to suck his friends cock infront of the girl. The girl tells him something like “i heard you might like to wear these while sucking” and gives him her panties(could have been yellow?) to put on. He pleads to his friend but his friend forces him to put the panties on and suck his cock!

Please help me find this!

A Wife For All Seasons, Part 6 [sci-fi] [MFF, all over 30]

The double seemed more at ease after that first orgasm. She still snuck peeks of me in the shower, still brushed a little too close when we passed in the lab, but she was far less aggressive. If the double seemed like she was growing too restless—like the time Clara caught her sitting on my desk, legs spread before me—then my wife would invite her into our bedroom, tie me to a chair, and they’d take turns riding me until dinner was ready.
Always taking turns. “There used to be more of him,” my wife told her one day.
But Clara seemed unwilling to engage sexually with her double, except through me—despite my best efforts. If I placed Clara’s hand between the legs of her double, she’d jerk it away. If their breasts mistakenly touched during foreplay, my wife would cup her palm over her nipple. If their tongues met while sharing my cock, Clara would immediately stand, kiss me deeper than she had all week, and rub my fingers against her clit.
The closest I could get was to spy on them after a shopping trip. Clara used her double as a mannequin. Peeping through our bedroom keyhole, I watched my wife’s double try on outfit after outfit—hot pink cycling shorts, hemp halter tops with cutoff jeans, one-piece bathing suits, floor-length nighties—and each time Clara would make a few adjustments, tug the fabric this way or that, and decide whether or not the clothes should be returned. But they never touched. Even in so intimate a setting, clothes flying, they never kissed.
How could she resist? Even I succumbed once when I shouldn’t have. Her double and I found ourselves in the kitchen late one night, getting a glass of water. She wore the same pink push up and panties and kept glancing toward my boxers as she drank. She spilled a bit on her chest, and instead of leaving right then, I let her pull me against her to dab the water with my shirt. I kissed her, remembering the garden, this time her mouth cold from the ice, and unable to walk away at this point, I let her pump my cock between her breasts. The rest of the night, lying next to Clara in bed, I worried about the morning. Worried that she’d wake and notice my stain on her double’s bra.
* * *
On her way home from work one day, I heard Clara flirting with the fireman on our stoop. He complimented her dress, a professional gray number which was still cut tight around her backside, and she complimented his t-shirt, then laughed and said that had sounded stupid, then added that the t-shirt did, in fact, show off his arms. After closing the front door, she asked if it would be all right if she took a long shower. I shrugged and she hurried to the bedroom while removing her earrings. I went back to my book.
But a few moments later, her plans evidently changed, Clara returned. Her dress unzipped completely, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom.
I had Clara on her back when the double entered. I stood at the edge of the bed, Clara’s legs wrapped around my waist, as her double watched. Clara’s eyes were closed, her head arched back, so she didn’t see her double stand against me, sliding one hand across my chest. Clara didn’t see me squeeze the double’s ass and pull her closer for a kiss. Clara didn’t see me whisper something into her double’s ear.
The first thing Clara noticed was a pair of delicate fingers sauntering across her ribs. She opened her eyes to see her double on her knees on the bed next to her. The bob cut rustled against her ears each time I thrusted against the mattress.
Clara looked as if she might say something, but instead she closed her eyes again and tightened her legs around my hips.
Then she felt a palm, barely brushing the hairs of her skin, hover northward between her breasts. Clara’s shoulders quivered, I could feel her body tense, but otherwise she didn’t react. She only ran her hands along my arms and held my hands firmly against her pelvis.
“Fuck me, Harry,” she said. “Don’t stop fucking me.”
Then a mouth. I watched her double lean forward. She held Clara’s chin, tilted her head, and kissed gently across her collar bone, then along her neck. This time Clara did protest. She slunk her neck away and removed the hand from her chin. Instead she pulled my hand from her hip and brought it to her mouth, sucking hungrily on my finger.
“Fuck me, Harry,” she said. “Give me your big, long cock.”
I reached over to caress the double’s bottom, gave her a little nudge, then the double leaned lower, wrapping her lips around my wife’s nipple.
Clara’s eyes shot open. “Harry,” she said.
“Do you want me to stop,” I asked.
“No,” she said, tightening her legs.
“Do you want me to take back my cock?”
“No, please no.”
“Go ahead,” I told the double.
I took Clara’s wrists, pinning them against the mattress. She squirmed a bit, but then I slowed my thrusting, threatened to pull out, and she gave in, tightening her legs around me. Her double set her hands against Clara’s stomach. She let her breasts dangle against Clara’s, which bounced in time with her double’s hair. Then she kissed Clara. She kissed her slowly, much slower than the rhythm I’d set. She kissed her without moving. She kissed her as she’d kissed me in the garden.
I felt Clara responding. I felt her squeeze against my cock, felt her grinding against me in a new way, more elliptically, but no less urgently. I released her wrists and, unsure what to do with them, Clara stretched them awkwardly above her head along the mattress, then brought one down to play with her hair, twirling a few strands around a finger, then thought better of it and slid her fingers through the hair of her double instead.
“Should I stop,” I asked again?
Clara shook her head, tightened her legs, but never took her mouth away from the lips of her double.
As I watched, I took Clara’s legs from around my waist. I turned her onto her side and held her legs together. A horizontal side saddle, as it were. I never pulled out, and her double never pulled away, rotating with Clara so their mouths stayed locked. From here, lying on their sides, I watched their tongues stir together. I watched their arms entangle, their bodies press against each other, their breasts rise toward their throats. I watched Clara hold her double’s lower back and watched her double push the hair back from Clara’s face. I watched her double reach between her own legs, eager but unable to touch her pelvis to Clara’s. As I held my wife’s thigh, my cock squeezed tight between her legs, I watched their exquisite naked bodies, identical in every detail, their complimentary contours, one nipple hardening against the other, one glance, a smile against its mirror, an ephemeral giggle followed by an ephemeral whimper, the luring harmony of their ravishing form—I knew I couldn’t last much longer.
“I’m going to cum,” I said.
Clara reached up with one hand and searched blindly, her face still pressed to her double’s. She halfheartedly found my abs with her fingertips, but, lingering too long for me to handle, I pulled my cock from between her legs and came across the side of her thigh.
I held myself as I caught my breath. I rubbed my wife’s lower leg. I leaned down to give her shoulder a peck.
But all of this seemed to go unnoticed. Clara and her double continued as if I’d never been involved. In fact, with Clara’s legs free, the two of them became even more entwined. Clara rubbed against her double’s leg and the double pulled Clara’s thigh up to her hip, her hand disappearing somewhere between their desperate, writhing loins. I went to get a towel for Clara, but by the time I returned, my cum was already forgotten, smeared across their shared body by the oblivious act of love.