It was my 50th birthday work happy hour celebration. I knew she would be there so I wore my sexy shirt, the one that was tight around the chest and arms. I had been working out hard so I was sure she would notice. I looked for her once I entered to room and didn’t see her, my soon-to-be ex wife. I felt pathetic and deflated as I sat alone at my own celebration while everyone else danced. From behind me I felt a tap on my shrugged shoulder. I turned an saw my intern, Melanie, drink in hand and wide-eyed towards me even in my pitiful state. She clumsy handed me the drink and it toppled to the ground and exploded with a crash. I instinctively gasped and gazed disparagingly upon the sweet child like she were a daughter failing to succeed in life. I started my sentence with”Wha.” Before I could finish a word, I was slapped back by the palm of a yet unknown figure. The hit sent me to the ground. My eyes, still blurry from the blow, set a gaze upon red stiletto heels. The feet in them were Melanie’s sister, Rose, who demanded I apologize. The bouncers were soon accosting and escorting the sisters out when I yelled, “That’s not necessary!” which they didn’t hear or chose to ignore. My vision cleared and I beheld Rose in her entirety. A fierce redhead with piercing blue eyes. I followed and found myself apologizing to Rose as she attempted to hail a cab while ignoring my awkward pleas. “Melanie, you’re drunk, go home!” she exclaimed as she shoved her sister into the back seat of a cab and slammed the door. As the cab drove off, I stood there in awe of Rose’s strength and still hurting from her blow. “You’re bleeding,” she begrudgingly remarked. She wiped the blood from my lip with her finger, then paused briefly, as if to contemplate her next action. There was a long glance at the blood, so long that it was discomforting to those watching, strangely, not for me. She smiled as she placed her finger on her lips and then in her mouth. I suddenly found myself facing her with my shoulders back our hips horizontally aligned. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted a woman before. At that moment, Rose became my one and only desire. She was everything I thought I would never want, yet there I was, wanting in an aching way. Was it the endorphins from the pain or was I just lonely? It was definitely something new, something vivid, something tantalizingly dangerous. She grabbed my hand and said, “You taste like Paris,” as she pulled me into the back a slowing cab. “Par..?” I tried to ask but her lips and tongue halted my vocalization. I was afraid and aroused at the same time. I felt myself succumbing and engorging. Her dominance set fire within me. I was ablaze with Rose.
I got naked in front of my MILF client PART 3 [MF]
Part 2 ended with Shannon surprising me by waiting for me in the jacuzzi for my post-work nude dip.
She was wearing a red 2 piece that she’d seemed to have been purchased 10 years and 20 pounds ago. She’s not fat but definitely a lot curvier than she used to be. The bikini top was straining under the weight of her (I’m guessing) C cups, barely containing them. This is definitely not her usual bathing attire.
I climbed in across from her and sat down. Wasting no time, she remarked,
“You know, if I looked as good as you, I’d probably go around naked all the time too.”
I chuckled and said “Thanks. But I think you look great.”
She replied coyly “So you think I should be a nudist too?”
I was now certain as to what she wanted. It was no longer *if* but *when* I was going to fuck this woman. I probably could’ve reached across the hot tub and ripped her bikini off and had her then and there. But I was enjoying the game of it all. I wanted to force her to make the first move. To demand it. So I simply replied “That’s up to you and whether or not you’re comfortable. I’m just saying that you’re a very attractive woman, so that *definitely* shouldn’t be the determining factor in whether or not to where clothes on your own property.”
I got naked in front of my MILF client PART 2 [MF]
Sorry for the delay, I couldn’t get part 2 to post in r/literotica or r/gwstories I finally figured out that it was too long. So I’m breaking the story into even more parts. I’ll post 2 and 3 tonight.
Part 1 ended with Shannon, the 50’s-ish MILF who hired me to replace part of the deck on the back of her and her husband’s huge house, giving me the green light to be naked on their secluded property after she walked in on me in the shower.
It was a bit difficult to focus on my work for the first hour or two. The thrill of being naked at someone else’s home, the anticipation of when Shannon might come back outside, it was too much to think about. Not to mention that it’s just kinda of weird doing manual labor with your dick flapping in the breeze. I did decide to keep my shoes on. My biggest distraction was noticing the dozen or so windows looking out onto the deck where I was working and how Shannon could’ve been watching me through any of them…
[MF] I Made a Youth Pastor a Cuck
Ok another one of my 148 stories. After our 25th birthday my wife decided that she would like to get more involved with our church. While I was cool with it, I never really was the biggest church guy. We start volunteering our time on the weekends and I meet Matt and Cassandra. Matt and Cassie were brand new to the church a young 21 year old couple from Oregon, Matt met Cassie while studying at a bible college. They moved down to our church and really focused on turning the program around.
After some time Matt suffered an accident that made him infertile. Basically became chemically castrated and since struggled with low testosterone. This caused a pretty large rift in their relationship. Cassie became pretty cold and I figured a divorce was emanate.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 2 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Plot heavy]
**Jenine**
What did I imagine would happen?
I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.
l laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.
Disguise – the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.
All it took was to shake it.
Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.
“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.”
Part 3 – the next step [MF] [M40F25] [Cheating] [officesex] [quickie] [creampie]
Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/103jb6b/part_1_the_tease_m40f25_cheating_affair/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
Part 2 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1051cct/the_work_meeting_m40f25_mf_oral_officesex/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
The next few days at work were a blur, with stolen moments when there was no one around. Chris and Sarah would find themselves in the office kitchen, stealing a snog here, and a cheeky spank there. But they did not find themselves alone long enough to really get together and do what they really wanted. They had both set up burner Snapchat accounts to message one another. Chris had been giddy with excitement. His mood was so much better. Between stolen moments with Sarah, he was actually able to focus on work, but he knew he needed more.
Succubus Short Stories Ch. 5 [M18/F18] [Teasing] [Oral] [Fiction] [Titfuck]
For a long time humans and succubi have always been against each other, due to the succubi’s ability of being able to wring out the life force of a man through sexual acts it made things hard to send in men to fight them off whenever they would invade a city, not to mention that they can also easily disguise themselves as any average woman. It’s only been recently when humans and succubi have finally been able to live together peacefully, however you still often hear about how a succubus can lose control and accidentally suck the life out of the man they are together with.
While these cases are accidental there are still, of course, some succubi who go out of their way to purposefully suck the life out of someone
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My friends recommended me to check out this succubus strip club place that was across town. They said it would help make me feel better since my long time girlfriend broke up with me recently. I’ve never been to any kind of strip club before and I’ve never really interacted with a succubus before so I was really nervous going to this place. I walk up to the front of the building and see this huge dude at the entrance.
I got an older man as my workout partner [F21/M50s] [gym] [groping] [oral] [sex]
I’m not a slut, I swear. I’ve only ever had sex with two guys, both which were my boyfriends at the time. So what I did tonight is … well, not reflective of my character. I need to properly explain — I need to start at the beginning.
I’m a regular at this gym that’s got this boring name — Bob’s Gym isn’t the name, but it’s what I’m going to call it. It’s in an industrial part of town, in an unassuming office park, with a quite that give them more space than they know what to do with. Beyond the large main gym area, it’s got rooms stretching back into the building full of workout machines, dance studios, additional weight-training gear, and I don’t know what else. Most of the regulars are office workers, which makes sense given the location, and I’m one of the few college-age girls I see there. I get the occasional glance from a guy — who doesn’t? — but the people there mostly keep to themselves and stay respectful.
[BDSM] Be Patient
My hand disappears up her skirt. Her eyes look at me full of eager anticipation and worry. It’s not hard to tell where her clitoris will be through her tights. I make a gap between her labia with my index and middle finger, and with the tip of my thumb, I give a downward stroke to the sensitive bulb. She shudders and smiles, excited by my dangerous hand right up against her vulnerability. Then it snatches her engorged clitoris in a hard pinch. A mix of arousal and betrayal comes over her face as she throbs between my knuckle and thumb.
“Please let go, it hurts!” She shudders as she grasps my forearm.
“Kiss me.” I say as I use it to pull her into me.
Our lips touch, and I release her womanhood. She lifts up onto her knees and rests her crotch on my knee, gliding up and down my thigh as she grasps my face.
“Please, please! It’s been so long!” She begs.
“Okay, okay. Get down and put your knees apart.”
She does as she is instructed. My hand disappears up her skirt again and finds its way back to the same spot. It holds her clitoris in the same position, not tightly, but firm enough to be a reminder.
An Evening with the Girls
This is a story about three young girls, whom I met at a hotel over a weekend. There’s drama, there’s sex and lots and lots of tension. It’s a 35k+ word story, divided over 7 parts.
[Binge on it part by part](https://indiankink.substack.com/p/an-evening-with-the-girls-1), or by the [entire book](https://www.buymeacoffee.com/iskinky92/e/110586) and flip through 100+ pages of excitement.