Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 2

**Episode 1 in comment section below**
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**Chris**

There was just too much to do and not enough staff to delegate to.

Tyco was taking up all my time, and the associates were getting stressed, even more than usual. Each of them had a stack of papers the height of Olympus next to their desk.

Tonight was going to be a late night, but unlike other stretches of time where that spanned only a few days, the entire month of October was going to be late nights.

Bursting into my room, Jillian held an eerie grin on her face. ‘So, how did Stacey interview?’ She wanted the answer to be “fantastic” because we needed to start hiring again, and I was just too busy right now to give a shit.

‘Not so well,’ I firmly, scratching my chin. ‘And those oak doors are expensive. If you bust a hinge, that’s coming out of your paycheck.’

‘Shove it up your ass,’ she sneered. ‘And why didn’t she? She’s a dynamo.’

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 1

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**Chris**

This morning was straight out of Satan’s asshole.

I woke up to a long, deep dent of red paint on the back bumper of my Escalade. Whoever hit and run me didn’t have the balls to leave a note, so I had to call insurance for about an hour, spending most of my time listening to some guy without chest hair complain about his grandma’s cooking.

The fucking Knicks can’t win a game to save their lives right now. Carmelo Anthony has been dog shit for us; have they heard of something called defense?

Oh, and my third-biggest client, the online jeweler giant Michael Vandeross, has been poached by those snakes over at Dawson’s firm. Apparently, our associates haven’t been up to par, and I’ve been so busy handling Tyco’s Listeria class action that I delegated some of Michael’s work to them.

Associates whom our human resources manager hired.

[M][STR] first story, hot for both genders

We are strangers, both with separate lives and reasons for being at this fateful motel on the same night. I walk in as you’re checking in, and step in line behind you. I check out your amazing ass and want so badly to grab it or smack it, maybe bite it. You hand over your card to pay for your room and it declines, you try one more time, and again it declines. You get upset and don’t know what to do, so you say thank you and turn around to see me checking you out. I get a great view of your boobs from this position and you are both insulted and intrigued. I finally realize the situation and offer to pay for the room. I pay and you get your key and ask if there was a way to pay me back. I tell you to just wait for me to pay for my room and you agree. My card then declines, because I only had the money for one room. During this time you are checking me out yourself, and see my growing boner from looking at your hot body. You snap back to reality and realize that I don’t have the money for another room, so you offer for me to stay in yours (my plan, but you didn’t know that). We open your room and you immediately undress, claiming that you’re “just so tired”. I look around and realize there’s only one bed (jackpot), and tell you that I sleep nude, if that’s OK with you. You were already finished undressing, wearing underwear, but then begin to strip down more claiming that you do as well. I take the hint and go over to you, grab you by the head, and make out with you, and we slip off the remaining of the others clothes as we head to the bed. I slam you down on the bed and raise your gorgeous leg up. I stick my unfamiliar, ten inch cock in your tight, wet, throbbing, virgin pussy, and slowly push my way inside, forcing a hole that’s never been opened, or even touched before. You shudder. You are experiencing pure euphoria, ecstasy, and you LOVE it. Once you’re finally warmed up to my ten inch, throbbing and thick cock, I start going faster. You scream and it’s only been 15 seconds. You go to yell my name, but you don’t know what it is. It was on the Receipt. Was it John? Jack? You don’t know, you were too busy checking out my arms and cock. I understand what you are thinking and I just tell you “call me daddy, that’s all you need to know.” I keep pounding in and out of you. You scream out “daddy, daddy! Fuck me harder like the slutty bitch I am daddy!” And I do. I love it. I fuck and fuck, and you are in heaven for your first time being fucked like this, fucked at all for that matter. I put your leg down and drag your body to the edge of the bed, and I start to eat your pussy out like there is no tomorrow. You LOVE it, but you miss my cock, so you beg for me to put my long thickness back into your needing body like the drug you can’t get enough of. I’m not done eating you out yet, so to shut you up, I get on the bed and shove my huge cock down your needing throat, all the way down, and either you love it, or I’m going to make you. You use your hands and play with my balls, Jack my cock as the head goes down your throat, anything that you think you might see on a porno, but you wouldn’t know, you’ve never seen one. I shove my fingers in, spread your pretty little pussy apart and begin to eat all of the inside, until you’ve came so much that you can’t handle it. You’ve orgasm’d three times, came a handful more, and it finally reaches the end of my time. Being halfway down your throat, I cum half a load, luckily you can’t taste it my dick is so far down. I pull out, and knowing how you’ll probably feel if I cum inside you, I quickly slide my cock back inside of your needing pussy and cum a huge load inside. I guess it’s a good thing I had a vasectomy, because it is the best fucking you will ever have, and you know it.

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Once you see how bad she is craving your dick, you tell her to get her back to her knees . You tease your cock on her lips, making her think you are going to let her suck you off. With a strong firm force grab, you immediately slam your cock down her throat. Making her gag and choke, with spit running down her face. You take another handful of her hair and start thrusting inside her mouth and throat. You now have her spit dripping down your balls as they slap her chin with every thrust. After your cock is completely soaked in her spit and before she is able to realize what is happening, you pick her up and throw her on the bed, flipping her onto her stomach. After you see her arch her back for you, knowing what is about to happen, you are then able to take a look at her wet pussy and tight asshole staring back at you. You take your already soaked cock and slide it up and down her pussy lips, letting her pussy lube your dick even more. You decide this is the perfect opportunity for you take her by surprise and stretch out her asshole… Hard, fast, and effortlessly. You start thrusting your dick insider her, feeling her tight hole grip around your cock, squeezing. While you are inside her, you are able to feel her asshole push your foreskin back, allowing you to feel every slide of pleasure.

[MM/F] Loving My Neighbors

Bill and Lily – Bill and Lily were neighbors. Bill and I hit it off when we met and we would do things together occasionally. Have a beer, go hiking, that kind of thing. We became pretty close over time, and one time during a hike, Bill mentioned that he had type II diabetes. I said how sorry I was to hear that and he replied,

“It’s ok, the worst part of it is I can’t get it up any more”.

I said “Oh man, that must be tough. What do you do for relief?”

He said “Well Lily has been great about that. She helps me with her hands or sometimes her mouth, I’m pretty lucky.”

We finished our hike and drove home from the trailhead. I continued to think about what Bill had said and wondered why he told me. I was kind of flattered that he would reveal such a thing to me.

A few weeks later, Bill and I were sitting in the High Country Inn having a beer. Bill brought up his diabetes again, saying how he had to watch his intake of alcohol.

I never thought I’d get turned on watching The Office (fantasy)

I started re-watching The Office (US) a few weeks ago and it’s been an unexpected turn-on. There are two scenes in particular that sparked fantasies for me:

**1. Jan & The Warehouse Guys.** Michael and Jan, his boss, go to Jamaica together over Christmas vacation. When they get back, Michael accidentally sends a photo of him and a topless Jan to one of the guys that works in the warehouse. He forwards it to others and it spreads through the company, even to former employees, plus all the guys in the warehouse gather around the computer screen to look at it together.

Jan works at the corporate office a few hours away from Michael’s branch, so it takes her a while to get there and address the situation. I can just imagine that feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach while she drives, unable to do anything until she arrives.

The part that triggered my fantasy was when Jan came down the stairs into the warehouse, interrupting a conversation among a big circle of men. She’s dressed conservatively, but she knows it doesn’t matter in their eyes now because every single one of them *just* saw her naked body. She needs to maintain her position as their boss, but her barely repressed shame undermines that. She’s the bitchy boss none of the men like, and the power dynamic has shifted now that she’s been exposed.

Funny How Things Work Out [STR][NSFW]

So this is a mix of Fiction and reality. After reading some of my Skyrim OC erotica, a friend of mine asked me to write an erotic story featuring her as well as myself. This is what became of it If you haven’t already guessed it is Very NSFW:

Funny how things always work out. Wasn’t too long ago that neither of them thought this would be how things panned out. It took some major finagling of monies and space but in the end it all seemed to work out. It was moderately cooler than it had been the last few weeks and so Ledger and Carly had spent most of the day outside. To be truthful, they each needed it today. The last week had been nothing but one hundred plus degree temperatures, but with the assistance of a cold front the night before the temperatures had fallen into the low-to-mid eighties. Factor in that with the lowest humidity levels the area had seen in a month and it presented a near-perfect day to do yardwork and perhaps go for a swim. That is exactly what the two of them had done.

Be Friends? [F]

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I stared at my phone for what could have been hours.
or seconds.

After skipping more than one beat, my heart exploded in a mad race, my head spinning slightly. I attacked the phone, trying to pry whatever information it knew from it… the number–not on file, no idea who it might be. The message was just a text. no status, no photo, no nothing.

“Had fun?”

Had someone been watching me all this time? Someone… who? Nobody lived nearby…

The phone buzzed twice.

“Still there?”

Suddenly, I felt a chill. Even the rain seemed to feel the sudden cold, falling slower, heavier. I dug myself a nest under my plump duvet. Was I warming myself up… or shielding myself from the prying eyes of god-knows-who?
I… wasn’t so sure.

Shivering, I reached for my phone, checked if the messages were still there–they were, of course–and without almost realizing what I was doing, I hit reply.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 2

**(Lucas)**

‘You won’t believe what Garrett has been up to,’ Jillian said. I shook my head when I heard that name. Garrett. Not dad. *Never* dad. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time any of us called him anything but his first name. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.

Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t Law and Order.

‘Nothing surprises me anymore about him, but try me,’ I sighed. I noticed the mountain of files Simco was trying to drown me in at the corner of my desk, and it looked like Chinese takeout in the office at midnight.

Again.