Ex-boyfriend paid me to do things [mmmf]

About two years after I broke up with my first boyfriend (we broke up when I was 17, so I was 19 at the time) he called me and told me he wanted to see me. He was a few years older than me and had moved out of town, so I hadn't seen him for years and said I'd see him, but only if he took me out to eat. I had been pretty broke since moving out of my parents' house, so any free food I could get was a good deal to me. Turns out he knew I was broke…

We had dinner and talked about what we were up to. He soon started talking about dirty things, asking me if I had fooled around with anyone since him. I admitted I had been around a little, but he kept pressing me for details. I eventually admitted I had had sex with two guys in those two years, and that I had blown at least four. Read more »

Losing their Innocence on a Hot Summer Night [Very first try at erotica!][fm]

Katie elegantly ran her fingers down the lips of her pulsing, convulsing vagina as she licked around her own mouth and then kissed David more. She inserted two fingers past the opening of her vagina and began slowly pumping. She arched her back up and up in immense, amazing pleasure. She felt so good. She felt so, so good.

Katie let out a series of short but loud screams. She gasped as she lost control of herself and began pumping her fingers into her hot wetness harder and faster. The hand that was grasping at David's member began shaking faster. Up and down the shaft and the veins of his penis, Katie's hand raced. It gripped the warm, wet flesh and refused to let go. David moaned, and his tongue began dancing in Katie's mouth. She returned the favor, and dug her lips into it.

David, after gasping, reached down and wrapped his hand around his member, and Katie's hand with it. He held it there tight for a moment, and then let go, seemingly having to struggle against himself. He then took Katie's other hand, the one she had been using to rub against her clitoris and finger herself. Read more »

Ravishment in an Elevator

It’s an anonymous Monday. You’re running late for work. You grab an umbrella and your briefcase, take a second to check out your clothes in the mirror (conservative, professional attire) and you step out the door of your apartment.

When the elevator arrives, you step on, you're so preoccupied with outstanding bills and a meeting with your boss, that you barely notice the tall, dark man standing in the corner of the elevator.

The elevator descends past the 8th floor, the 7th, the 6th… then a screech and a jarring sensation as the elevator comes to a sudden halt…

You look over at the man you're sharing the elevator with. Did he just hit the "Emergency Stop" button?

You have a second to register the slightly predatory smile on his face before the lights go out. It’s pitch dark and silent, except for the sound of your breathing… in and out.

"Where were you when the lights went out?" you ask the stranger awkwardly.

There is no reply, but you hear heavy breathing behind you in the dark A set of large hands grasp your hip-bones and pull you backwards against a solid, muscular body. You start to protest, but something about the darkness and anonymity of the situation stops you. No one ever needs to find out about it, after all. Read more »

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[MF] Hard as Iron (Xpost /GoneWildAudio)

A story in which a bank robber takes advantage of a hostage.

Or is it the other way around?

As read by the author: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/27xuc0/m_hard_as_iron/

The door from the lobby to the vault room flew open with a crash. Entering the room, Marco slammed it closed again with just as much fury. Ripping his mask off and throwing it aside, he began striding back and forth across the room as he cussed up a storm, "Those stupid motherfucking bastards! I can't fucking believe this shit! Those fucking idiots still think I'm some kind of moron after four days of this shit!"

Anne, seeing his anger, stood up from where she had been playing cards with the other hostages and went to the bars that surrounded the bank vault door, which stood open. Her dark skirt and heels, along with the pants, skirts and shoes of all of the hostages, had been taken away by Robby on the first day. 'For security' he had said, but she suspected the man had other motives, judging by the way he spends so much time staring at their feet. Her long, dark hair, which had been pinned up for the first two days of the ordeal, now hung in loose curls around her face and down her back. Her big brown eyes watched him in earnest, taking in his tall, wiry body. His sun-bleached mop of unruly hair, tanned skin, piercing blue eyes and the hints of tattoos peeking from his shirt sleeves and collar. Read more »

A Friendly Hand II: Finale [FM] [mast, oral]

Edit: Part 1

Soon, I feel her hands moving up to my inner thigh. At first, I flinch at the touch of her soft skin against that spot. I look at Jessie and she smiles “I that it's very tense here.” I smile back as she continues to massage. The way her hands are moving against my inner thigh sends shivers up my body, I feel myself grow as she continues to work on that spot. Jessie looks down and begins to laugh. “Well, that didn’t take very long.” I look at her and she seems proud of herself. I ask her what is she doing and she replies “Helping you feel better. It’s working, isn’t it?” I can’t say no. First, I couldn’t feel the pain. Second, I was really excited. She looks at me, those big green eyes staring back at me, almost as if asking for permission. I nodded and said. “If it will help, who am I to stop you?” Read more »

Please check out my naughty stories, you can read a short one about me and my old landlord right here :)

Hi All! I have started a blog (www.naughtykellie.com) to share my naughty activities. Here is a recent post:

I really needed A/C… When I was about 23 I was living alone in Florida and barely making enough money to cover rent. My apartment was in a rundown part of town, but it was clean and comfortable, except in the summer.

I rented the place at the end of September, so it was already cool enough outside that the place was perfect with windows open and the ceiling fan on. Unfortunately, I forgot to take into account how hot it would get in the summer.

May and June of the next year were almost unbearable, and I took to wearing next to nothing around the apartment to stay cool. During one of the hotter weeks, my ceiling fan broke. Luckily, the fan was included with the rent, so the landlord came over and installed a new one. I had forgotten he was coming over, so when I opened the door I was wearing short shorts and a tank top. Nothing too risqué, but a little naughtier than I would have chosen to let him see had I thought about it. Read more »

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Porcelain Flower [MF] Looking for feedback

Porcelain Flower I was accustom to loneliness sitting in rooms filled with conversation and banter between lovers intoxicated by both they're attraction and sprites . This only served to keep me in my place of empty and hollow disdain, but this changed one night. This woman of porcelain and bright green eyes flowed into the room. My eyes became transfixed and undaunted by her beauty and her overall presence. This creature was unknown to my life before, but still so far from me. So as she came closer her sent wafted in my nose an aroma as elegant as her. She found a place to sit one stool down from me at the bar my eyes stilled locked and unraveled, until she took notice flashed her eyes and a gentle smile that parted her red lips. That action made my head face the opposite direction and would it that my skin have been light enough my face would have been bright red from embarrassment. Read more »

Beyond Good and Evil [MF]

"What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil."

Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 153

Everyone hated him. That's why he was forced to pay so much. Arrogant, alcoholic, often sadistic, always misogynistic – never a good mix in anyone's books. The easy cash in hand nature of the work was often the sole reason she stayed, and the simple disposable income always came in handy.

Mr. James, the man of the house, was not what you'd exactly call obscenely wealthy, but he owned much of the arable land in the area, the only few businesses in the middle of the small township and consequently had a very good stable income. As a result, he could afford to keep Jocelynn as his maid, though she often felt more like a babysitter at times. Not that the James' had any kids – just that Mr. James often needed a lot of looking after when he started drinking, often after his bored wife hit the town every second night or so. Read more »

[MF]Dirty Pen Pals Success Story: High Stakes [Collab, mild Mdom, Seduction]

So I had a wonderful little virtual-tryst with a lady from the dirty pen pals sub- the absolutely ravishing /u/just_another_nemo

This was in response to a prompt on dirty pen pals- and it became quite entertaining. Hope you guys like it too!

There are some inconsistencies here and there, but I'm sure everyone can deal with it. We were horny guys. :D

I grab the drink order from the bar, placing it carefully on my black tray. Manhattan. I sigh, my feet are killing me, and the bars in my corseted top are digging into my sides. I walk over to the high-stakes table and lean slightly over your shoulder, placing a napkin at the edge of the table and then drink you ordered. "Enjoy" I sensually whisper as my fringed skirt whirls around. I look at the clock, 20 more minutes. Only a few moments later you flag me over once again, "Yes, sir, what can I do for you?" You don't respond, I can't read your face behind the dark sunglasses displaying your poker face. You hand me a folded $100 bill and say nothing. "Thank you, sir, It's been my pleasure serving you." I bow my head and turn towards the bar. I look at the Benjamin bill, tucked inside is a room key with a simple message, "Don't play coy." Read more »

A Friendly Hand I: Vanilla Opening (MF)

Edit Finale

I had come home from a run, one of those obstacle course things. I didn’t train well enough, but I managed to limp across the finish line with a decent time. I went back home to relax and allow my body to punish me for the poor preparation. Read more »