Cumming with Petty Revenge, Chapter 2.

This is the second chapter of a lovely story about what happens when you leave the keys to your apartment with a girl you’re cheating on. You can read the first part [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gum75m/cumming_with_petty_revenge_chapter_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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I was actually getting dressed – into my clubbing attire. Letting the yellow strings be my underwear, I pulled my sheer white top over it. Then up went my little black skirt. Jack would have loved it, seeing brief flashes of the skin my lingerie didn’t cover peek out as I moved. Tonight more than just Jack would see. And feel.

I felt dirty with the open air having free access to my privates, but this is what my mission called for. Being left behind was a betrayal, and I would make him jealous for it. More than jealous. It made me flush with anger, my face giving off heat. As I thought about my plan my privates also radiated heat.

“What do you think? Sides okay?” Send. The photo showed the curves of my sides and hips with the bands of yellow running across. It felt devious, sending photos of me dressed one way when I was really dressed another. I slid my hand down the front of my skirt and ran a finger just between my lips. Mmm. Such a nice gliding feeling. And a dip inside.. No no no. I couldn’t get off now.

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Sex outside hightens all sensations-Kayaking [mf] [public] [oral] [Str8]

I pace along the white line of the parking lot, wondering if I’ll recognize him when he pulls up. I’ve only ever seen limited angles of his face, the ones that he chooses to show when we snap. His dick I’d recognize. I snuffle a laugh at the thought of having to pick him out of a lineup. “Sir, please remove your pants so the lady can identify you.” God, he has me tripping down a path to quantum crazy.

I chip at the electric blue polish on my fingernails. “Where are you?” I whisper.

People, cars, and boats crawl across the hot asphalt of this boat ramp, crowding my vision. It’s a beautiful summer day, and we’re all ready to be out on the lake.

The impatience shakes my right foot when a vapor of baby pink washes into my peripheral vision. My eyes track his unhurried stride. He wore the pink shirt, the one from the picture. It clings to his torso and outlines the taper from his shoulders to waist. My circuits bog down and my brain re-boots as I mentally tread water. On idiot auto-pilot, I raise my hand and wave like a toddler at him. As soon as I realize it, I cover my mouth as I cringe at my level of jackassery. “Holy shit, would you get it together?” I mock myself quietly.

The Scavenger Hunt (Series)

Part 1: Happy Birthday Clarissa

The day of June 10th, 2020 would be a day that Nate and Clarissa Hamilton would remember for the rest of their lives. Clarissa turned 35 that day, but could still pass for a youthful 21-year-old. Clarissa’s beauty was evident to all who were lucky enough to have this beautiful woman in their lives. She was five foot five with voluptuous curves. Her B size breasts were perky and natural. Her legs were sculpted and toned from running, but her bosom was a work in progress. A few more months at the gym and she would likely build that up to perfection. You would never believe looking at Clarissa that she had two children, naturally. Her husband Nate, a Vice President at the local Farmer’s Insurance office was very aware of how lucky he was to call Clarissa his wife.

Political Foes Fantasy

We might never agree on politics, for reasons I couldn’t comprehend, but that didn’t mean I wanted to reach across the proverbial aisle to ride his cock any less. I needed a way to vent all my pent-up frustration from having an unscrupulous misogynist in the highest office in our country—and damn, he looked so good in that fitted navy suit! I started to feel my lace panties get moist just from the intensity of his eyes boring into mine as our stare down played out. It was obvious neither of us wanted to back down, but as I continued to look into his eyes, I discovered more than disdain—I was pleasantly surprised to see desire, so I turned my scowl into a sly grin to diffuse the situation. I was glad when it worked, and even more pleasantly surprised that he proceeded to ask me to join him for a drink at the hotel bar where we, apparently, were both staying. We engaged in light conversation during the first two quick rounds of drinks. I felt him undressing me with his eyes the whole time, so I took a chance and casually put my hand on his thigh while we talked and immediately felt a shock that shot through me and settled in a throbbing heat between my legs. Looking up into his eyes, I knew he felt it, too. He flagged down the bartender to close the tab then turned to me and asked, “your room or mine?”.

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The Nurses, Part 2 [NSFW]

He was on the bed now, on top of me, his fully awake cock pressing against my clit, which was still covered by my panties. He kissed me and while he did, he reached down and got my panties under his thumb and began to drag them down before he stopped. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked, looking into my eyes just an inch from my face. My heart. *Oh, my heart*. Well, my heart *and* my nether regions—let me tell you what, I was so wet I was making a spot on the bed after only a minute. I shook my head yes, as any eloquence I had was completely out the window in this heated moment. He continued pulling my panties down and started teasing my clit with the head of his cock.

I always wear inappropriate clothes for delivery guys [F]20

Quarantine has me reminiscing about meeting guys face to face with delivery.

I loved showing off for them. Every single time. Since I can see if my delivery person is male or female through the app, I always make sure that I’m wearing almost nothing if it’s a guy. I will even change out of my comfy pjs into slutty clothes just for them. Sometimes I’ll be in my thin pink robe and other times, I will come out in booty shorts that barely cover half of my ass and a halter top with no bra.

One day I was feeling super risky and showed up in only my [long white tank top](https://www.reddit.com/r/GWBlackGirls/comments/djrfvh/verification/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x) that was most DEFINITELY not a dress with a thin short jacket. It was trickling rain too, so I was starting to get wet with my tits showing through. Obviously I’m hardly ever wearing underwear or a bra in these moments. I have a routine. I’ll rush out the door of my apartment building (which leads to boobs bouncing and occasional nip slips), always make sure to smile and thank them as I lean forward (so they can get a nice view), and then sway my very visible ass as I walk away. I may or may not “accidentally” drop the receipt or pack of ketchup and bend over to grab it exposing my ass and thong.

Tim discovers his step sister’s secret.

It had been a shitty day at school. Eighteen year old Tim Masterson had just gotten home when he heard girlish giggling coming from the other side of the hedge row that screened off the pool area. He stopped to listen, picking up several female voices, although he couldn’t hear what was being said, just the laughter. His curiosity picqued, he quick-stepped down the row and around the corner to the back door of the pool house.

As he entered, he noticed that the French doors that led to the pool were all open. He hurried across the room, which consisted of a seating area around a fireplace, a kitchenette/bar area, and the door to a connected bathroom. Sidling up to the open front doors, he peaked around and immediately got an eyeful.

“Ho-ly-fuck!” he whispered to himself.

Not thirty feet away, his step-sister and two other girls were lounging on pool chairs, all chattering animatedly over each other, all blonde, all topless. Tim’s eyes feasted on three sets of firm, young, naked tits. In addition to Chloe, his 19 year old step-sister, he recognized Madison and Taylor, also 19, two of her fellow cheerleaders at the local college. They were all oiled up and gleaming in the bright sun, their hair in ponytails and sunglasses shading their eyes.

Chastity Slave’s Story at the half way mark. [MF] or [NBNB]

My partner and I both identify as non-binary, but she is anatomically female and I am anatomically male for detail’s purpose, hence the tags. My partner is also a gray asexual which is somewhat relevant. For her, sex is like a two way back rub, it feels physically good to both parties and she enjoys it, but she could go months without having any sort of sex and it wouldn’t bother her. Since I am such a desperate slut, this is wonderful because to her, a back rub, a foot massage, eating her out, cooking her a delicious meal, or fucking her silly are all in the same realm of physical pleasure. It’s so hot knowing that she gets the same or more pleasure from activities that deny me sexual access.

So to start, my Goddess and I are somewhat new to long term kink play. This is our first session longer than three days and that was a lot less involved than this one. So this story begins back on Sunday. My Goddess works full time but I am currently a student on break so I’ve been home all day while she’s away. I’ve been less productive than I want to be, in part because I usually masturbate multiple times a day. Last Sunday I told her I was planning on being more productive this week and that I wasn’t going to cum until the next weekend. Boy was that a mistake, I have been even less productive this week ?.

Tony’s Place Part I [MF] [Age Gap] [Multiple Orgasm] [Masturbation] [Oral] [Sexual Tension]

*This isn’t the first story I’ve written, but first I’ve ever posted anywhere. Feedback is welcome. It’s a bit longer than typical posts on here but I sometimes find them too short for my taste. Enjoy!*

The past three Friday night I had ended up at The Fiddler. With big windows, brick walls, candles on each table, and a cobblestone patio out back, the pub had a familiar charm while serving craft beer and cocktails to the downtown crowd. A friend had invited me to after-work happy hour with her coworkers there three weeks ago, and I had such a great time meeting her colleagues that I kept coming back. This team worked together at a tech start-up in a post-and-beam converted warehouse office next to the bar. They did something to innovate the printing industry, I never got a full explanation. Clearly, they were all good friends, as their happy hours often turned into drunken late nights together.