What public place would you use my mouth in? Would you let people watch? I get so wet and desperate when someone uses my mouth and reminds me how lucky I am for the opportunity. Call me a good slut while I gag and drool over your hard cock and you cum down my throat. I’m very verbal, and very into exploring dark fantasy. Tell me what you are into and we can go from there. DM to connect.
Category: eroticliterature
Monster in the Woods part 2/2 (MF, FF, bi, exhib, fist, group, public)
And so they went, hand in hand. Alice really regretted wearing her lovely white platform heels. They were caked in mud. They could hear people all around them. Some were fucking, sucking, getting each other off. The rest of the crowd from the clearing also began following them.
“Well the pool of girls has dried up” explained Richard. “They might as well just come for the show”
Alice felt more daring and alive than she ever had before. The smell of the earth, and the thrill of sex all around her made her feel like all the rest of the world had been a mundane dream, that they were on a different planet.
Eventually they heard more moaning that increased in volume as they moved forward. It was almost like a high pitched chanting; there was a musicality to it. A flickering light began to shine through the trees, and suddenly they were bathed in the golden glow of a large bonfire.
“The centre of the woods”
Dealing with a rough day [M/F] [Femdom] [Milking] [Face sitting]
Alison fumbled with the lock as she struggled with the weight of the bag she had hooked onto her arm that was full of paperwork. She hadn’t managed to finish all of her filings, so when she saw it was 5 o’clock she had shoved the pile into a bag and brought it with her. She cursed under her breath as she felt her arm get tired and her key refusing to enter the keyhole. She was only able to open the door when she put the bag down and tried again.
She sighed as the door finally swung open and allowed her into the apartment. Putting her keys back in her jacket pocket, she reached down to pick up the bag and stepped inside.
“Hey hun.” She heard Nick call out to her from the living room.
She didn’t reply as she put the bag against the wall and dropped her purse down next to it. Then she kicked off her high heels and walked down the hallway into the living room.
The First Date. [M/F] [Rough] [Slapping] [Denial and Degradation] [Aftercare] [Daddy’s Little Whore]
I sit at my vanity and finish putting my hair into a high ponytail. My blonde hair still has the faded pink tips on the end and will go perfectly with the outfit that Daddy has chosen for me to wear tonight. It is our first date meeting face to face and I am a mix of nerves and stomach tingling excitement.
Daddy and I have been talking for some time and his work is finally bringing him to my city. I press soft pink blush into my cheeks and press my lips together. I check my phone. 10 minutes. I stand up and turn to the outfit hanging on the door. A soft pink blouse, a black skirt with over the shoulder straps, long over the knee black socks, and short black kitten heels. I pull on the blouse, the buttons strain over my ample chest as I snap each one closed over a white lacy bra. The black skirt sits around my waist, and I pull the straps over my shoulders. The hem kisses my thighs and leaves a gap between my skirt and socks. A small pale expanse of flesh that lets the imagination run wild. I know that Daddy likes when people look at me. Underneath is a tiny white lace thong that barely covers my waxed mound and already slick privates. I lift my skirt and see the small damp patch spread over the lace.
Her To-Do List [MMMF] [Gang Bang]
***“Look at that puddle, boys. Gorgeous, isn’t it?” I cried out as two mouths bit my nipples, sending bolts of electricity through my body. “And there she goes, our little squirt.”***
https://medium.com/sex-stories/her-to-do-list-4bc0beccfd8d
Reluctant Engagements 4 (pining) (masterbation) (trauma reveling)
I waited the next morning with anticipation for Angie to call me and ask me to wait with her. But she didn’t call.
She didn’t call and she didn’t text. By the time her bus came and left, I was furiously shuffling my cock in my hand to her pictures in a fit of anger and rage.
Before I chucked her phone, I took pictures of her nudes from her photo album. Surely they were the ones she felt confident enough in for mutual exchanges on kik or Snapchat or something. I took pictures of them on my phone and had been using them, I came six times inside of an hour.
My balls hurt so badly I had to sit for the rest of the day. Pissing was even a challenge. I was caught in a mix of climactic rushes mixed with overused cock muscles.
I just needed to relax for a day or two.
I say for five hours wondering why she wouldn’t reach out to me and where the hell she was. She missed the bus. Did she call off?
My first day working at a massage parlor [F18][college]
The door buzzed and none of the girls seemed very interested. A few moments later, the owner’s head appeared in the doorway of the girl’s room.
“Candy, you’re up! Room two.”
“Time to lose your cherry,” Maddie commented as Candace rose to see her first customer.
She walked down the hallway until she reached the tiny room with a number two on the door. She knocked softly and waited.
“Come in!” a boisterous man’s voice responded.
Candace pushed the door and did her best not to react to the very overweight man in his mid-fifties standing completely naked by the side of the padded, wooden massage table. He had a full thick head of salt and pepper hair which seemed to extended from his head all over his bloated, paunchy body.
*Santa Claus?* Candace joked to herself.
“I’m Candy,” she blurted, and extended her hand to shake.
The man made a confused face, not expecting the attractive teenager to make such a formal introduction.
“I’m Rick,” he responded, smiling as he gobbled her up with his eyes.
What if… My GF Didn’t Get Amnesia[M/F] Ch. 2
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*** ***Chris*** ***
Anna and I finally opted to start working from home, which gave Lanie a sense of relief because now she doesn’t have to go into the office and she could just stay home with her husband and girlfriend. She gave me a knowing wink, I think she knows that Anna and I have been, well, having intercourse. Regularly, I might add.
Anna is sweet and loving, tender, and very caring. She’s pretty open about how she cheated on her boyfriend of 2 years, but she’s been in therapy to figure out why she did what she did. According to her, it’s born from being neglected by both of her parents at an early age. The attention was something she craved and wanted.
Anna has pretty much been staying in my apartment and we both worked from home. She’s a bit kinky and frisky, and her sex drive rivals that of Isabella’s. She’s also not afraid to take risks, as she’s tried to get me to have sex with her whenever we’re out in public.
But what really takes the cake for me is when Lanie sent me an e-mail pertaining to a performance review.
My massage therapist learns a new trick [FFM]
The weeks of overtime have been long. All of the pressures of managing your team, endless meetings and hitting deadlines had left your body riddled with stress. Plus, there had been no time for any fun. I had no time for dates, no time or energy even for hookups to relieve the stress. I was wound as tight as a spring!
The project was finally complete though. It was a resounding success, and your team had been granted a well earned week of leave. I knew the first stop I would make. My masseuse was a lovely young girl, Emily. She had the slender build of youth, just out of her massage therapy school. You had been seeing her for months now, and despite her inexperience, she was very good with her hands. So good that she actually had her own small branch of a local massage franchise, all to herself. And sure, the eye candy was nice too. A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right? I could get a little sexual charge and then head home and really enjoy myself.
After Party Treat
I had planned to have a nice Saturday & Sunday off. I really just wanted to stay home and do nothing. And going from Saturday morning and into Saturday afternoon, that’s how it was. Needing a few extra ‘nick-nacks’ I take a quick trip to the store. I hop in my ‘jalope’ of a car and ride down to the store instead of walking.