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Forced, mindless, pleasure.

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The setting sun shines through the windows and onto your face. The room is getting darker; you've been served the same gruel, and the girls are gone for their dinner.

For the third time today, you are alone.

You've been given some peace. The buzzing in your crotch has stopped. You still feel sore; numb even, your pussy still wet and aroused.

While the girls were away you tried humping yourself on the bedposts, the nightstands, even the lamps. But you just couldn't come.

What you feel, instead, is a desperate plateau. Pressing your pussy against the humming vibrator, you try and try again to get those waves and waves of pleasure to break over you; to feel that rush go up to your head and over it; to feel the pulsating ecstasy go up your torso; to feel that tingling in your nipples and breasts. Read more »

Conference

Part I (if enough interest, i can turn into a series) – X/Post from /r/sex question

I was at a conference. They always packed the seats in too tightly, but usually the session was half empty so we were spaced out. In this session, however, the speaker was highly anticipated so the seats were full. Since there was nothing worse than being sandwiched, I opted for a seat on the end.

I had spotted her a few times earlier at the session – an attractive brunette with green eyes and a slender – yet curvy – build. A quiet observer, i often imagined how she got dressed in the morning. And as you might realize, this was problematic for a man wearing a Canali suit – they weren't the most spacious insofar as my junk was concerned.

As she had approached my row for the session, I felt a simultaneous anxiety and pleasure. Anxiety because I'm naturally shy. And pleasure because I hoped that fate was finally giving me an opportunity my shyness could not sabotage. Read more »

I got into an erotica writing battle on twitter. 1000 word sexy story involving a movie. My entry is called “Cumbusters”

Hey, just having battle with @kafkarotica. We are using Reddit to judge what we did. You can follow me on twitter @SDavisBooks and read more at spencerdavisbooks.blogspot.com/

My favorite scene was coming up. It was hard to believe a movie this great was thirty-years-old. I peered through the hole in the wall where the projector shot the film to the screen inside the theater. Goldsmith Theater loved offering the oldies on Saturday nights’ midnight showings. Sometimes the seats were packed, sometimes not so much. Tonight was in between.I tugged the licorice between my teeth when the door clicked closed. Pulling my gaze away from the movie, I turned to see what the manager wanted.

Only it wasn’t the manager. Read more »

[MF] I got into an erotica writing battle on twitter. 1000 word sexy story involving a movie. My entry is called “Guardians of the Phalluxy”

Hey, just having battle with @SDavisBooks. We are using Reddit to judge what we did. You can follow me on twitter @kafkarotica and read more at www.kafkarotica.com

Guardians of the Phalluxy

They played an odd game of hopscotch to avoid the numerous soda stains on the floor. Coral had worn a shortish skirt with heels for date night, making her mini-leaps risky. She followed the rope lights on the floor until she arrived halfway up the near-empty amphitheatre. Then, changing her mind, kept walking to the top row, her boyfriend following.

"This floor is a garbage heap," she said.

"There is no garbage on the floor," Mylo responded, confused. English was not his first language, so he often took her too literally.

"So what is this movie about again?" Coral asked as they nuzzled into the bucket seats, lifting the armrest between them for extra intimacy.

"It is a comic book movie," Mylo said. “It is—how do you say?—images are not real."

Coral latched onto Mylo’s rippling bicep and smiled. "Fantasy. It’s a fantasy.”

"Thank you," Mylo said. Read more »

THE VAN (inc/Mf/daddy-daughter)

“I really appreciate you doing this” said David Edwards to his daughter as he unlocked the door to the burger van. “You know I’m happy to do it” said his daughter Emily, smiling “I know you need the help. And your paying me a bit, even if it is slave wages.” “All I can afford I’m afraid” said her Dad. It was the first day of the summer holidays and, unlike many 16 year olds, Emily was going to spend it working. Her father ran a burger van and Janet, the woman who usually helped him had had to quit recently, leaving him short handed. His daughter had agreed to help him over the summer. He couldn’t afford to pay her much but it would at least give her some money to play with over the holiday period before she went to college in Autumn. Emily wasn’t doing it for the money though, she was doing it to help her dad. Emily’s mum had been glad that Janet had quit, saying that she never liked her. The truth was that Emily’s mum was a jealous woman, despite the fact that, at 44, she was still beautiful, with large breasts and a shapely backside. The thing was, Emily knew that her mum was right to have been jealous of Janet, not only was she a gorgous black woman in her mid twenties, her dad had been fucking her. Emily had discovered this some months earlier. She had decided to pay her dad a surprise visit on the way back from school. She had got off the bus and was walking towards the van when she realised that the van was closed up. This was strange as the van was never closed during the day, her father always trying to make any money he could out of what was basically quite a hand to mouth business. Emily went up to the door at the back of the van and was about to knock when she heard noises inside, noises like the ones she heard from her parents bedroom in the middle of the night sometimes. She reached up slowly and tried the door handle which she found wasn’t locked. She hesitated for a moment – did she want to see what was going on in the van, what her father was doing? She decided she just had to know and opened the door. What she saw inside made the sixteen year old’s jaw drop. Janet was on all fours, facing away from her. She was still dressed, but her skirt had been pushed up revealing her bare, beautiful, black arse. What really shocked Emily was the fact that her dad’s huge cock was buried to the hilt in her quivering pussy. Her father was naked from the waist down and was crouching on his powerful, muscular haunches above his assistant, working his cock slowly in circular motions inside Janet‘s swollen, soaking wet slit. “Don’t stop fucking me. Don’t you DARE stop fucking me.” Gasped Janet. “I’m so close.” Groaned Emily’s father. “Then fuck me like a good little slut.” “Where do you want me to cum” asked her father. “Well you came in my face yesterday” giggled Janet. “I think today I want it on my arse.” “You want me to cum on your sexy, black arse?” “Yes please” groaned Janet, pushing her fat pussy back up against Emily’s dad’s heavy balls. “Ok” said Emily’s dad and with that started pounding frantically at Janets swollen twat, her pussy juices frothing up around his thick cockmeat as it powered into her. Emily was still standing there, almost unable to comprehend the enormity of what was happening. What shocked her the most was that she was not disgusted by the spectacle she saw before her – her dad committing adultery just a few feet away. The truth was she was turned on. Electric jolts were running through her legs, making them weak and shaky and her sixteen year old fanny was swollen and slick with her juices. Almost unconsciously, she put her hand to one of her exquisitely firm breasts, feeling the nipple hard through her school shirt. “Oh god I’m cumming” shouted her dad then. “You know where to spray it” gasped Janet and her father did. He pulled his cock out of Janet’s spasming fanny just as she came, and, taking careful aim, blasted her quivering backside and vagina with blast after blast of thick spunk. Emily thought that she had never seen anything so beautiful, her dad howling in ecstasy as jet after jet of his spunk, the same hot liquid that had created her sixteen years earlier, splashed against Janet’s firm rump and ran down into her swollen vagina and down her trembling legs. Read more »

The Garden Party [M/F] [M+F+/F] [BDSM] [pain] [2nd person]

I met you at the cocktail party in my back garden. I was delighted to see a new face, and you seemed so shy, not knowing anyone else here. Most of the people are wealthy and glamorous, and here you are young and out of your depth. I approached you, and we talked and drank and flirted. You seemed to come out of your shell a bit, and I asked if you were interested in a sexy little game. You said yes and followed me into my large house and to my bedroom.

Now you stand here, a bit nervous and unsure what will happen next. My hands are on your body, peeling the black cocktail dress off of you and tossing it aside, leaving you standing here in only your black silk panties. It surprises you how my soft hands can be so rough in handling your flesh, and my previously friendly voice has taken on a harsh, commanding tone. You suppress a shiver, wondering if it's yet too late to back out. Read more »

Doctor Finally Gets to Play [Part 1] [Mf] [Pseudo-Psych] [Lactation]

Dr. Manning smiled down on Cassie as she awoke softly from her medically-induced sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she moved to stretch, but found herself strapped in place on the bed. Her foggy mind suddenly started to form coherent thoughts and she became alarmed.

"What…?" Her inner voice wanted to scream. "This isn't a hospital…w-where am I?" Cassie's eyes watered as she became frightened and realized fully her helpless situation.

"Don't be scared, little kitten…" Dr. Manning cooed to her as he loosened the restraints a bit. "It's okay. It's okay. No one is going to hurt you, it's only me." Dr. Manning's strong tone soothed her. The tone of this man calmed her senses and lulled her into a sense of warmth and security.

Cassie's mouth finally started to work. "Where am I? Why am I here? I thought I was only going for a check-up and then…" Tears formed in her blue eyes once again. "No, no everything is fine honey." Dr. Manning hugged her little body. "I just needed to bring you here because I needed to experiment. The world of science has recently made some exceptional advances in attachment theory in the last few months, as I'm sure you know." Read more »

The White, Rich, and Bitchy Club, Part I [mf, hand stuff]

The WRB Club, Part I

By: Inn_cognito

Jon was fucking his blonde MILF in the next stall. I leaned back against the toilet seat as the blonde MILF’s redhead friend sucked my dick. She looked up at me with her green eyes as if to ask if I was enjoying myself. I ran my hands through her soft hair and pushed her head down my dick. I take it that she considered it a compliment because she started to pick up her pace. I could hear the MILF’s stifled moans and Jon’s muffled groaning in the next stall. I had to stifle my own groaning as my new friend swirled her soft tongue around my cock. I could see her fervently toying her pussy, making herself a wet mess for what was about to come. And come I did. She swallowed every last drop of my semen.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to her. “You didn’t have to that.”

She winked at me. “Its ‘k. I don’t want to ruin my make-up. You still good to go?” she asked, tilting her head and licking her fingers clean of her pussy juice. Read more »