He was in the back part of the stockroom with the compressor system, the bowells of the building. The place with all the generators and motors and engines where it was deafeningly loud. But there she was, hot for him and almost completely naked. In a moment he had her pinned against the wall, one hand on each side of her, staring her down. She had her glasses on and only underwear, her beautiful muscled legs and delicious round ass offered to him and she only wanted him. He could smell her desire, and felt his body explode in heat. He subconsciously stroked his cock through his pants and he was hard as rock. He swallowed and pressed close enough to feel her body trembling. "Open up for me, dear," he whispered in her ear. She whimpered as he stroked the wet fabric between her legs. Her thighs were unsteady and she collapsed to the floor as if to escape him but he held his hand where it was, stroking her until his fingers were soaked with her desire. He melted onto the floor with her or inside her, something. He had lost consciousness of his surroundings. He was in a feral state of need. Had he been in front of a thousand people, he would have kept going. He could hear no sound and feel nothing but the tantalyzing sensation of his experienced lips taking hers, sinking his teeth into her plump lower lip. The feeling of his thumbs rubbing over the tight peaks of her nipples.This room was hot as a dream, his fingers sticky from touching the damp fabric between her legs. She moaned for him and he slipped his finger through a leghole and into the hot wetness of her body. She came on his fingers before he could stop her and he grew so big and hard it was almost painful, and then she was naked and he was inside her, moving hard and fast. He could taste the doughy, salty taste of her before having even done it. When he finally tasted her he could not get enough. He repositioned her thighs to change the angle but every move he made drew him dangerously close to coming. He swore and slowed his movements. Her powerful legs wrapped around his waist, deepening his angle. He made a strangled sound in his throat and sank his teeth into her neck, swearing. His senses were heightened. The smell of her passion overtook him and he dug his nails into her skin, moving fast and hard. It hurt to hold off like this when he was so hard and swollen. He had never felt this way before, both the pleasure and the pain. He gritted his teeth. "Hey, are you alright?" he heard her ask as she bit his earlobe. Her voice sounded far away, masked by the roaring in his ears. "I am going to come." She pulled away from him and repositioned herself on all fours, guiding him inside her from behind. "The hell are you doing…..wha—I….," Words failed him as his eyes took in the visual of her on all fours. His thighs were becoming unsteady.
Confessions of a Skull Mask -Supervert | Happy Halloween all!
We were at a party, you and I, in celebration of a long-forgotten cause for joy. There was raucous drinking. The party pushed on into the darkest hours of the night. Somebody brought out a video camera to tape the merrymaking. Your boyfriend was seated at a table with some other men, drinking. And you were there beside him, with your hand on his thigh. The camera came and exhorted you all to be witty for posterity. Jokes were made. Funny faces and obscene gestures were directed at the camera. I happened to be lying on the table. Your boyfriend picked me up, slipped his face into mine, put the cheap rubber band around the back of his head. He and I mugged for the camera together. For a moment, he was death personified as a drunk man. Or was I an inebriated reaper of souls?
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Plot Callie has never had a boyfriend or even been kissed. She often feels like a third wheel with her friends due to her shyness, especially around boys. That is until she meets an older man with whom she takes an immediate interest in. As she begins to explore her sexuality, life doesn't seem so bad after all. (All characters are 18 or older)
Alyssa and the Professor [MF] [oral] [sexual dominance]
Hawthorne Academy is a school for temptresses. They are enrolled, or seek it out so that they may master their already impressive skills. This story was acted out in a chat room by Alyssa and Professor Parker… but both were enjoying themselves too much to consider saving any. But a good story is always worth retelling.
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*Alyssa, a student a Hawthone, is a shy petite redhead with piercing green eyes. Her petite frame is highlighted by her perky breasts, round little ass and shock of red hair. She is a shy girl until aroused. Then she becomes insatiable. Her quietness hides her ample skills at bringing anyone, man or woman, to their knees. *
Professor Parker is the Professor of Oral instruction. He stands at 6'2 with short, meticulously kept brown hair, flecked with grey around his temples. His grey bleu eyes are only a shade different than his tailored suit which perfectly fits his thin, athletic frame. He is a stickler for precision, takes his work hands on, and delights in offering one-on-one instruction
Second time writing smut, lover gave me inspiration
It's unedited and hasn't been read through since written.
He was sitting at his desk, the video playing on the screen not holding his attention. He looks up at the clock again, for what must have been the third time in the last five minutes alone. 'She's late' was his only thought. Upon the slamming of the door downstairs he stands up from his chair and starts to make his way down the steps. He hears her humming and grins wryly at her song choice.
"How was tonight's 'date'?" He asks her as she comes into view, putting extra emphasis on the word date.
The woman looks up at him and rolls her eyes, "Fucking bitch. Remind me why I do all of this for her again?" He smiles at her again and once he reaches the bottom of the steps her wraps his arms around her waist.
He presses a kiss to her nose and whispers "Because she wants to find a man that passes your standards before she wastes her time." The woman fixes a glare on him and leans back, crossing her arms.
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 5 – Picture Perfect [MF]
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 5 – Picture Perfect
The sun was just starting to make its presence felt in the sky as Puddles opened the front entrance door at her apartment block and made her way to the train station. Whilst enjoying herself in the shower earlier that morning she heard the radio presenter saying today was going to be a scorching day. With the weather in mind Puddles dressed for work in a crop top that allowed her playboy piercing in her belly button to be visible to anyone who cared to examine her figure in greater detail. To match the top half she wore some hipster jeans and leather boots. As Puddles reached the station, people were starting to queue for the train, keen to get a decent seat she pushed her way past some of the people, a task that was easy with the men as she just let her tits rub across their bodies and they were only too happy to let her through. What's a few cheap thrills if I get what I want, Puddles thought to herself.
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 4 – Tied Up At The Moment [FM] [Fdom]
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 4 – Tied Up at the Moment
Puddles was working the late evening shift at work today; at least this time she had Emily and Candi for company. After smiling at the security guard at the reception Puddles made her way up to her office on the fifteen floor. The office looked like something had exploded in it; ceiling tiles were missing and cables were hanging from various parts of the room. At the far of the end was a ladder, with a pair of unknown feet dangling from the area directly above. As Puddles approached the ladder, a male voice could be heard talking on a mobile phone. The voice became louder as the person started to descend the ladder. The unknown male must have gotten an eyeful of Puddles’ chest as he stepped from the ladder, as she was wearing a top with a plunging neckline. He introduced himself as Norman Telopa from MMTC, jokingly saying the abbreviation stood for the 'Mickey Mouse Telephone Company.' He then informed Puddles that some new computer networking cabling was being installed that night and that all disruptions would be kept to a minimum. As he finished speaking he headed for the office door, adding that if her computer started to 'play up' she was to let him know.
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 3 – Trick Or Treat [MF]
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 3 – Trick Or Treat
Puddles got back in from a stressful day at work, it was the 31st October, Halloween. She was not looking forward to the never ending procession of kids knocking on her door in their various outfits that night so decided she would go trick or treating herself. After raking through her wardrobe to see what clothes she could convert into an outfit, various ideas came to mind, although considering given Puddles normal attire, going out as a hooker would seem quite apt. Dismissing that suggestion as a bit too risqué Puddles decided that she would have enough items to dress as a naughty schoolgirl. She laid out her outfit on the bed; it consisted of a white blouse, black micro skirt, suspender belt and stockings. She was already getting excited at the thought of going out dressed up so decided a shower to cool her down was needed. The shower didn't last long as Puddles was eager to get her outfit on; after towelling herself dry she put on a black bra and thong before moving to the items on the bed. She put on the suspender belt, quickly adding the stockings. Next she pulled up her micro skirt, leaving the top of her stockings just visible. Putting the white blouse on she did up only enough of the buttons to hold her 36D tits in place. To finish off her outfit she found a tie that had been left behind by a previous boyfriend before completing the ensemble with a pair of black high heels. As she stood up she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she liked what he saw.
Puddles Adventures: Chapter 2 – The Boss Was Watching [FF] [nc]
Puddles' Adventures: The Boss Was Watching
Puddles set off for work; for some reason she had been asked to come in during the day as opposed to her normal late evening duties. Not long after sitting at her desk the phone rang; it was Emily, the boss's secretary. She said, "Mr Devenue would like to see in his office immediately."
Puddles left her office and walked the short journey to Mr Devenue's office. Clearly worried why her presence was required, she sat on a seat outside the main doors whilst Emily informed Mr Devenue that she had arrived. Emily looked like she definitely had been hired for her secretarial skills and nothing else, thought Puddles. Emily was wearing a jumper, long skirt and her hair was tied back; she was clearly not looking to impress any male colleagues.
Puddles walked into Mr Devenue's room and sat down, suddenly in one corner of the room she noticed a bank of video monitors all showing various aspects of the offices and building interior. Her boss interrupted her thoughts when he said, "We have a situation we need to resolve."
Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 16 [teen, m/m, m/f inc, m/m/f, m/f]
Hey, all. I can't link to previous chapters, as the bot deleted the post (sorry!) but if you want to read them, check out my posting history.
This story is purely fiction.
Chapter 16
Day 7 (Port Day), afternoon (teen, m/m, m/m/f, inc)
Jon stood by the dining room door, wondering where on earth Mark had gotten to. They had made plans to have lunch together, but Mark was nowhere to be found, and he was 20 minutes late. Jon was willing to give him another 10 minutes before giving up and having lunch by himself.
A pair of twenty-something girls smiled at him in greeting as they walked past him into the dining room. Feeling himself blushing a little, Jon returned the smile, and started in surprise when a voice whispered in his ear, "Are you two-timing my sister?"
Whipping around, he turned to face Mark, whose shit-eating grin broke the tension of the moment. Jon playfully punched him in the shoulder and laughed. "Where have you been? I've been here for 25 minutes – I was just about to give up on you."
"Well… sigh I have something to tell you… but first, let's sit down and order lunch."