The Maid’s boys (MMF)(Double-Penetration)(Twins)

The Maid's Boys

I do hope you boys plan on paying for that.” Cassandra said with false irritation coloring her tone. The curvy young woman stood against the Pantries door, Chestnut curls falling to frame a sweet, round face with a button nose that was completely at odds with the look in her bright brown eyes.

Both young men attempted to mutter protests and excuses through mouths full of cheese and fruit respectively and she had laughed. They were taller than her by a good six inches, well built country boys. And twins! She knew them too. Garret and Marcus hadn't been their long, but they had all the marks of trouble makers on them from the untamed red hair down. She felt herself heating up just looking at them and shifted her hips in a private, eager movement

“I mean how do you intend on keeping me from talking. The cook is wondering where things have been getting off to in the middle of the night.” A smile spread across her lips as she leaned against the closed pantry door behind her, hands at her sides and hidden in her skirt. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

This is the way….[M/F] [Oral]

“Is this how everything ends?” Sofie lamented. “Not with a bang, but with a whimper?” Her hazel eyes shimmered as she pleaded with Paul. He was beginning to question his resolve with each passing moment.

“Shouldn’t we end it with a bang?”

Before he knew it, her sweetly scented lips were pressed hard against his own, Sofie’s nimble, strong fingers quickly working on the silver buckle of his belt.

“One more time, for old time’s sake?” She purred into the warm hollow of his neck. He could feel the silk of her hair against his chin as the words sent shivers down his spine. Was this what he wanted? Of course it was, right? A bang and not a whimper?

A whimper was all that was able to escape his lips as Sofie nipped his hardened shoulder, licking his wound as she moved down his shoulder. He reached to stop her but instead of discouragement his press against her waist encouraged her on.

“Wait…Sofie. This isn’t what I want.”

“Oh? What is it that you want handsome? Me? On my knees while I take your hard cock into mouth?” Read more »

Provocative Pictures, Sexy Shorts, Captions Coronated: [MF]/[MMF]/[Oral]/[Mast] Maid to Serve!

Hello folks, as part of a personal writing project, I've decided to start writing 1 short story a day of the naughty nature. These are generally inspired by a GIF, but I don't have any real formula for this process. I'll post today's here; Maid to Serve. I figured a sub like this would appreciate this effort and if you'd like to read the rest/keep up(Or maybe you'd just like a GIF too!), my blog will be key: http://phallictentacle.tumblr.com/

Without any more holdup:

It was a great idea to finally get a maid – Sindra was polite, efficient, listened to directions, didn’t steal, made little noise and commotion, and was nice to look at, to boot. Actually, funny story, my wife initially thought suspicious of her and the company we came from. I almost had to fire her! Sure her outfit was a little….risque, but who am I to judge a young woman who chooses to dress that way(or maybe her company has her dress like that?). I am a faithful husband, though I can’t deny she is attractive, me and my wife’s sex life is great. And when my wife is out of town, my sex life is great with my mistresses. But back to the matter at hand: I admit I wasn’t on the most reputable of sites when I found this….”maid” agency, but their prices were great and I swear I saw it said they could clean on the ad! Read more »

Even More MILF Fun [mFFF, anal, oral, mast]

“What the fuck were you doing in there?” My mom was screaming at me.

“Nothing, I swear to God.”

“That's bullshit and you know it. I could smell the pot and I saw John coming out of there. Janet is going to be pissed that you had friends over there. You know how she is,” my mom yelled at me. When she finished her sentence though, I was absolutely relieved. Sure it sucked about her finding out that I was smoking pot, but she didn't find out about our sex-filled afternoon.

“I'm going to call Janet and let her know,” my mom said, now somewhat calm.

“No, you don't have to do that. I'll tell her.” somehow I had convinced her not to call Janet. Aside from being grounded, I had managed to avoid a sure disaster.

“Alright Mikey, but you have to deal with the consequences. You're going to have to do whatever she says,” my mom said.

“That won't be a problem mom,” I answered.

A few days later, Janet came home and my mom forced me to go next door and apologize. Luckily, she was home alone, because even though Janet was cool with what happened, I'm sure her husband wouldn't have been. I knocked on the door and she answered. Read more »

First Story I’ve Written [mmmmf] [cuckold] [crossdressing] [bisex]

This is my first story I have ever written. It includes interracial sex, cuckolding, bisexual acts, and cross dressing. If this isn't for you, please do not read on.

fter a long day at work, the husband walks into the front door of his modest size home. After stepping through the threshold he finds a note next to the door. It reads, I am upstairs in the bedroom with some company. They have been here with me all day. I would love for you to join us. Go to the downstairs bathroom and read the instructions I have left for you.

Butterflies fill his stomach as he paces down the hall way to the bathroom. He knows that his wife and he have discussed the possibility of sharing her with other men. In the past they have discussed what is would be like to explore with a hot black man. Both the husband and wife are white and in their late twenties. They have been monogamous for the duration of their 6 year marriage. The husband has an average build with an average size cock. However, the wife always jokes about how his average size cock isn’t enough for her. She needs a big black cock. Read more »

The Playroom [FMF], [swing]

I walk into the club. They know me by now, and they know my routine. Drop my things off in a locker, drop my bottle at the bar. Chat with the bartender a bit while she pours my drink, then head to the top floor. I'm so nervous that I feel like everyone must see. After all, tonight's just a bit different. Tonight I'm trying something I've only dreamed about.

I make my way up the stairs, sipping the whiskey with one hand, lifting the edge of my robe with the other, trying to project confidence and surety. Some part of me realizes that I'm probably smiling too much, and I try to calm my nerves. The shadows of the top floor seem to pour onto the landing along with the sounds – music and a distant moaning.

Turning the corner, I notice a couple sitting on one of the couches, tentatively touching each other and shooting glances towards the back. First night, I think. It was hard for me to move past the lounge at first. The playroom is … intense. But maybe I can get them to join me. I'm right on time and it would fit my plan nicely. Read more »

One in a Million [MF]

((In keeping with the regular uploads. ))

You must have known, the way you looked when you came in. If you didn’t consciously think it, some part of you must have registered you were the most amazing, most enticing woman in the entire room. When you walked down those steps, you must have seen how you were as close to the divine as any of us would ever be able to get.

You looked like you were out for a great night, and who was I not to oblige. I must not have been your first choice, or your second, but when we found each other dancing, laughing at ridiculous Travolta impressions and bad music, having a drink in a secluded spot, talking the knight away, we were stuck together. The liberation of talking to you, of losing myself in the conversation until you and I exist was heaven. I could have done this until the sun came up and continued until the night after. I could have, if it hadn’t been for you. Your mouth. Your face. Your tantalizing legs and your titillating outfit. Every time you shifted, I could see further up your dress, ever piece of flesh temporarily derailing my train of thought. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Shoe Store [m][F][Fdom][huml]

The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still.

At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a tall brunette dressed in a short black mini-dress and matching high heels. Her dress was just long enough to avoid scandal, while managing to turn heads as she wisped about.

Brandon, the salesman, was struck when he first saw her. She had a fresh face, long silky hair, and glossy red lips. Her eyes were large and green and were outlined in thick liner.

She had a thin but athletic build. Her breasts were not large but ample, and her legs were long and slender. Her body was well toned probably from regular exercise. It was apparent that this girl took good care of herself, in every way. Her bare arms and thighs were tight and lean; the soft muscles of her legs shined with a bronze tan and disappeared into her short dress. Read more »

Mirror Mirror [mf], [paranormal]

((My first and last foray into the paranormal erotica.))

Mirror Mirror

I stumbled into the bathroom. If it wasn’t obvious I was half-drunk, the bottle would tip off any observers. My clothes were in a puddle in the living-room somewhere, my underwear disheveled, my makeup a mess. That fucker. He should’ve stayed here, should’ve stayed to fuck me. But nooOOoo, he just had to have a shoulder to cry on and complain about his girlfriend. And I just had to be a supportive friend while I just wanted to rip his pants of and fuck him.

It’d been too long since I’d gotten any, and my best friend just had to be a fucking hot piece of meat. The woman in the mirror looked back at me.

"The fuck you looking at?" I scowled at her, as I sat down on the edge of the tub. I took another swig, realized my bottle was empty, and broke down. I didn’t want to fuck him. Well, I did, but I was even more horny for his lips, for his arms, his face. I wasn’t fucking in love because there was no way I’d let myself be but I was in love. I broke down. Little by little, that clenching in the back of my throat began, that warning sign that tells you that, yup, you’ve derailed, and you’re going to start crying. I wanted to push it back, and got up to the sink, have a drink, wash it down. I never got there. Read more »

Cleaning the kitchen [MF]

“God that’s good!!!” She let out a low moan as she said it, making the whole exchange very sexual. Well, exchange might be pushing it. She was having a culinary orgasm, he was just happy she enjoyed his food that much. Of course, it helped that he had actually gone to chef school for 3 years, only to drop out 3 months before graduating to follow a girl (Emily) to Thailand. She left him 6 months later for a really cool dude named Ty. Emily and Ty were still together eight years later, living in Singapore where Ty owned his own art gallery. Emily still kept in touch while juggling her career and her two kids. Coming back to the restaurant, the orgasmic eater had just finished her main course and was about to taste the dessert. It would be the coup de grace. Obviously, that was the exact moment his name was called from the kitchen.

“David!!”

He unwillingly left the table, promising to be right back, but knowing full well that his chef would probably not let him back out so soon. As soon as he went through the kitchen’s revolving doors, he knew he would be in trouble. Patrice, the chef, had both arms crossed while Ivan, the sous-chef, just stood next to him, a mean-looking cleaver in one hand. They looked like they were about to carve him open, literally. Read more »