Her first [MFM]

First post on hotwife: https://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/5trob0/taking_the_plunge/
Second on hotwife: https://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/5twyl3/taking_the_plunge_2/

Throughout the day leading up to the big moment, our anxiety was low. It was almost like nothing was happening until we actually arrived at the hotel, checked in and made our way to a local bar that we agreed to meet at for some small talk and ice breaking. On the way, I could sense her anxiety. I tried to loosen her up by touching and teasing her on the way and assuring her that everything would be fine.

He texted us as we pulled in to let us know that he would be running a bit late which only added to our anxiety – what if he didn’t show? All this anticipation just to be let down? We decided to head inside, get a table and have a drink while we waited. We were making small talk whens he looked toward the door and said, “That’s him. I’m so nervous.”

My Discipline – Part 9 [M/f] [Unique Spanking] [mmm/f] [Multiple Orgasms]

My dad got back from fighting forest fires after 6 weeks. I could tell he missed me. His first Saturday back he and I spent quality time for most of the day with me in ‘the stocks’. It started with me being locked kneeling with my arms above and behind my head. He used quite a few implements on my boobies. Every square inch of my breasts were screaming when he finished, and I felt like my nipples might fall off. Then I was locked on my hands and knees on the table top. He used a rubber band to snap my anus over and over and over. It was red and puffy by the time he tired of hearing my squeals and shrieks. My final position was on my back with my knees bent and apart so he could work on my inner thighs and genitals. He swung the belt swiftly giving me purple welts from my knees to my hips. Then he switched back to the rubber band to give focussed discipline alternating between my hairy outer labia and my very pink inner labia. The finale was when he held my pussy open and did a couple firm snaps right against my clit. I cried and involuntarily pulled at my restraints. Accidentally trying to get away it earned me one more, only this time he carefully pulled back my clit hood and snapped my nub directly. I was glad my dad was home safe, and I ended up walking funny and avoiding masturbation for a week to celebrate it because of how sore my tits and especially my crotch was.

[F]un Ca[M]ping trip.

It’s been a fun week and a busy one at that. 
I decide to go out of the city and find a hiking trail to go explore and just enjoy the day. 

I pack my gear and a full two days rations with plenty of water. Not weighting more than 30 pounds, I feel confident that it would only get lighter after a couple meals and drinking the 4 liters of water daily. Especiallyvwhen I’ll be physically exerting myself I’ll be consuming more water. 

I take the drive and for about an hour out. 
I drive onto a back grid road and pull over. 

Writing a quick note of who I am and my general direction of my destination trail I put it into a plastic sandwich bag and place it under my windshield. 

I start making my way into the forest and I keep my place on the map with a compass and a pencil. Making notes of memoriable land marks like a twisted tree, a bend in the stream where fish gather or markings on trees where the local wildlife leave their territorial markings. 

[M]y Best Friend’s Girl[F]riend. (Accidental sex; long)

The summer after I graduated college was a very inebriated and hazy time of my life. I was working as a 2nd shift manager, so most of my nights began around 11:00 P.M. for partying; I watched the sun rise with a beer in my hand just about every morning—it was the life. During this time, I had started to make my way through my attractive female co-workers, sometimes merely as a competition with the other managers. At one point, there was a night where I had 3 visitors come over to my house all within an hour of each other; my dick was overtaxed yet satisfied at all the attention!

One night, I went to a house party held at my coworker Kara’s house. Kara was a 18 or 19 at the time, freshly out of high school that summer, so being the stand-up guy I am, I got all the liquor they needed for the night. I lived relatively close to her house, but because of a recent altercation with the police, I had my license suspended. My friend, Doug, was gracious enough to pick me up and take me to the party.

Dash Meteor, Chapter I: Crash Landing on an Unknown Planet [M/F]

He wakes up. The air is thick in his lungs. He attempts to slow his breathing to resist the foggy green foreign air. He looks around the small cockpit he is currently sprawled out on the floor off and sees he has crash landed into what appears to be a farm growing some sort of alien crop. He attempts to move and quickly grabs his left arm after a strong jolt of pain rang from his elbow. He slowly tries to stretch his legs and finds he is able to. He looks around, and after a few stressful moments, finds his gun resting in front of the chair, under the control panel. He grabs it with his good arm and becomes very still. He listens intently for a moment, but only hears a small flame. His ship is on fire. He looks to the upper left side of his control panel and slams the light blue button. A panel of the windowing pops open slightly but fails to rise entirely. He waits a beat as the sound of the fire grows, then puts the gun in his left hand and slams the fire escape with his right forearm and waist. The door budges open a bit more. Smoke is beginning to billow into the ship while the green fog swirls loosely around him. He jumps up and hits it again. It pushes a bit further. He grabs the gun with his right hand and climbs through the narrow opening. He sees the entire back half of his ship is in flames. He continues crawling until his feet are free and they begin to drag in the soft soil of this newfound planet. He scrambles onto his legs and runs as fast as he can.

The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]

The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.

The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.

The Dinner Party [Mf, Ff, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, group]

The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.

The Master, host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.

Space Explorer Crash Lands on an Unknown Planet [MF]

He wakes up. The air is thick in his lungs. He attempts to slow his breathing to resist the foggy green foreign air. He looks around the small cockpit he is currently sprawled out on the floor off and sees he has crash landed into what appears to be a farm growing some sort of alien crop. He attempts to move and quickly grabs his left arm after a strong jolt of pain rang from his elbow. He slowly tries to stretch his legs and finds he is able to. He looks around, and after a few stressful moments, finds his gun resting in front of the chair, under the control panel. He grabs it with his good arm and becomes very still. He listens intently for a moment, but only hears a small flame. His ship is on fire. He looks to the upper left side of his control panel and slams the light blue button. A panel of the windowing pops open slightly but fails to rise entirely. He waits a beat as the sound of the fire grows, then puts the gun in his left hand and slams the fire escape with his right forearm and waist. The door budges open a bit more. Smoke is beginning to billow into the ship while the green fog swirls loosely around him. He jumps up and hits it again. It pushes a bit further. He grabs the gun with his right hand and climbs through the narrow opening. He sees the entire back half of his ship is in flames. He continues crawling until his feet are free and they begin to drag in the soft soil of this newfound planet. He scrambles onto his legs and runs as fast as he can.

Eaten out for the first time this weekend [FF]

Posted this on /r/SluttyConfessions, someone said I should post it here.

I’ve only been to college a week and I’ve already done more than I’ve ever done before. I’m 18, had two boyfriends before, never slept with either of them, always been a bit…on the shy and reserved side. My new roommate is the opposite, totally out there and fun. This weekend, she asked me to go to an upperclass party with her. I was nervous, but I went. I drank a bit, not a ton, but I don’t drink much, so I was pretty buzzed. I was afraid she was gonna hook up with someone and leave me behind (she had talked about both of us finding hot guys to fuck), but she actually was super considerate, and when it was obvious that I wasn’t going to try to sleep with any of the guys there, and was still pretty uncomfortable, she didn’t leave me behind. We ended up leaving the party together only a couple hours in, and drunk walking back to our dorm.

Welcome back, Chell – Part 3 (Portal 2, spoilers)

[Link to the much tamer Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6xq9cu/welcome_back_chell_part_1_portal_2_spoilers/)

[Link to the graphic Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6y13wp/welcome_back_chell_part_2_portal_2_sequel_spoilers/)

[Trigger warning, but also spoilers for this story](/non-consensual)

Chell woke to the still-lingering feeling of bliss. She felt surprisingly warm for someone sleeping naked in a cold cold lab.

Curious, she thought. It seems GlaDOS covered her in a blanket while she was dozed off. She wondered what that meant.

Chell stretched, and let out a yawn. When was the last time she’d just had a nap like this at Aperture Science. Always testing. Always running, jumping, fighting for her life. A girl could used to being allowed to nap. Maybe for science lol, she thought.

“Oh… good. You’re up.”

“Test results… uhh, test results are in, Chell. You, umm… you are a lab certified whore,” GlaDOS stuttered.

Chell couldn’t help but notice how GlaDOS seemed a little off. What is from the last test?

GlaDOS paused and seemingly composed herself.

“I, uh, I reviewed the last test chamber’s conclusions. I have identified 8 erogenous zones and the physiological responses to them when stimulated….”