collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
This is my first time posting into this subreddit(or any NSFW subreddit in general)so this might go bad but I’ll try my best:) enjoy the read!
P.S. sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes
I’m 19, female with short bleached blond hair, I’m 5’6” with pretty big boobs and a nice ass(pretty thic)
Any links or help finding the right thing to search for would be greatly appreciated.
I can’t find the right literotica tag because forced lesbian” always brings up straight girls forced into lesbian sexual which is the opposite of what I’m looking for
Day Three
Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.
Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place.
We were all still a little bit tipsy, but my friends spoke quietly as we all settled into the darkness. Me and fwb were sleeping on the fold out couch, one of the other guys on the floor on an air mattress, and the host and our other friend in his bed. The conversation was sporadic, as we were all exhausted, but we had only been in bed for a few minutes when I felt him shift next to me. His hand slowly moved under the covers and hit my knee, caressing it slowly and trailing up my thigh. I shift and move my leg to give him access to my already aching pussy, and my hands grab onto his arm as he rubs me over my shorts. I tilt my head to kiss his shoulder as his fingers start moving over me, and I run my hand down to feel him over his pants, already hard. He moves his hips toward me, taking my hand and guiding it into his pants, nudging his dick into it.
I’m looking for a story that I read here (I think), it was about a guy who’s girlfriend(?) falls asleep before they can finish having sex. He then asks his friend/roommate/whatever if he can have sex with his wife(?). The friend reluctantly agrees. I think the friend may have watched or joined in, but I’m not sure.
He swung the door open and looked inside. Quiet. No feet under the stalls. He ducked into one. He tapped a message into his phone. Moments later, the door opened again. He tapped his foot twice. She ducked into the next stall. “I only have a minute,” she whispered.
“That’s ok. This will only take a minute,” he said.
“A minute? Somebody got you worked up.”
“Deliveries always get me worked up.”
“You were already worked up.”
“Yes. Yes I was.”
“Shhh! Not so loud. Somebody might hear.”
“There’s nobody here but us,” he said. “This whole floor is only half occupied. And today is Friday.”
“I know, but still. What if somebody comes?” She trailed off.
“Somebody?” He laughed. “Somebody’s gonna come alright.”
“Someone else.”
“They can come too if they want to.”
“Degenerate bastard. I knew you were going to say that.”
“It’s alright. I’ll be quiet. You know me,” he said.
She snickered. “I do. You’re a pervert.”
“And yet. Here you are.”
“And yet. Here I am. And here I sit. You have it in your fist already, don’t you?”
She had waited for this moment for months. He would be in town in less than a week. She had saved up enough money for an airline ticket and surprisingly, was able to convince him to come visit. In a few days time, he would be hers. Completely hers. And she His. The mere thought alone made her twitch. Her body yearned for him like fire does oxygen. The very first time they spoke, she felt it. He has a certain kindness to him. Understanding. Authority. And my god, his intelligence was sexy.
The day had finally come. She had to pick him up from the airport in an hour. Nerves were eating away her insides. She was sweating and shaking, yet became moist between her thighs thinking of the possibilities to come.
She walked into the airport, carrying a sign as he had instructed. Not that he needed to know who she was. He had already seen every inch of her in photos and videos. Stumbling over her own feet, she finally made it to the gate where he would be walking out. She sat down and waited. When the plane landed and people started walking out, she became nervous. She stood up and held up the sign that read “Sir” as he instructed. She joked about it before but he thought it funny to make her actually do it. She was to hold the sign up with her eyes closed.
Alright, so this is the wonderful story of how I fucked my stepsister. Yep, my stepsister. So… let’s go.
For some context, I have 5 step-siblings (4 older stepsisters and one younger step-bro) and one fully biological sister. The ages of my stepsisters are: 26, 24, 22, 21. With my stepbrother being one year younger and my actual sister being 2 years younger. This is the story of how you ended up fucking the youngest of my stepsisters, and let me tell you: it. Was. Awesome.
So how’d it all start? Well, after I had graduated high school, I had a few months where I wasn’t doing anything, I just turned 19, and my stepsister was still living at home (aged 20 at the time of the story, 21 now) during that time so we saw each other a lot. We had a pretty chill relationship to start with so it wasn’t a new concept that she’d seen my in my underwear or at a swim meet in nothing but a speedo, so she kinda knew what she was getting into. Anyways, because there’s only two showers in the house we lived in, it wasn’t uncommon to exit the shower and see someone waiting for you and to take their turn. This is where it sort of began.
Throbbing.
Aching.
Gasping for what her body needs as the evidence of her struggle streams down her face.
The world a blur as she slows her heart the best she can, yet each breath just doesn’t seem to be big enough.
Curled upon the ground, she lifts herself up slowly as the footsteps get closer.
The taste of her own crimson fresh in her mouth and the warm sensation from the source trickling ever so slightly down her thigh.
She feels his strong hands lift her from underneath her arms as she still tries to breathe, barely able to make out his face through the tears.
And as he embraces her, the pain subsides.
His warmth seemingly mending her aching body.
She can feel her heart slow and relief floods her body.
As she floats in his arms, he whispers two words in her ear.
Just two soft words.
An uncontrollable smile finds its way across her face.
Those two words were all she needed to hear for her to realize all that had transpired up to that point, was all worth it in the end.
**The Heal Slut: Part Two – A Spell of Lust**
*Warning for Dubious Consent, though it really isn’t.*
Marcia smiled at she picked a bright purple flower and set it gently in her wicker basket. It was the three Gildfil she found today, good luck if there was ever a sign. And a potion made with the three of them and then drank on the day of Longest Sun would give the drinker more power with light spells until next year.
The forest was quiet today and the peace of the last several weeks seemed to help her recover her energy from her last battle with the little evil goblins up north. Her leg was healed, at least, from the black blade that cut her and wasn’t able heal with her normal magic.
Her Healer robes seemed to get heavier, though, and brought Marcia out of the sweet mood she was in. A pulse of energy reached her in the next second and came from the east and towards the Liver Road. Marcia sighed to herself and urged her feet forward, placing the basket in a tree hallow that she would have to pass to return home. Hopefully it would be safe, if not.. at least next year would bring a new bloom of the Gildfil.