Sucked several cocks in one night at gay spa [MM+]
Long Story, TLDR at Bottom
The Rivers Bounty [m] [Necro]
Antonio was lucky to have such supportive parents. They appreciated him and his hobbies. Proof of such was in his hands at the very moment. His father had given him this rod for his 18th birthday, it was some fancy pole for ocean fishing or something, he didn’t care or know. It was probably overkill for what Antonio was fishing for, but oh well. Through trial and error, he had found that the line mattered the most to him. Still, he appreciated the thought. He would have never thought fishing was something he would enjoy, and he likely wouldn’t have, if not for the Cártel de Sinaloa.
His line tightened, he jerked his pole up and felt his hook clasp onto something. Excitement whirled within him for a moment but quickly fell to disappointment as he began reeling the line in. He knew as soon as his line tightened that he hadn’t caught what he was looking for.
A little public fun (female masturbation)
I fish out my bullet vibe and slip it in my panties. Making sure it’s nestled up against my clit, teasing just a bit. Pulsing as I get dressed. Loose pants, so there’s easier access for me to slip my hand in later. A winter coat, but something skimpy underneath. Sexy. My bigger vibe in my pocket, I head out. Not to far away are some picnic tables. Not right on the road, but close enough I can see the cars go by and see into my apartment complex. I pull out my phone and find something to get myself started. Then I grab my vibrator out of my pocket. I slip my hand into my panties, taking the bullet and putting it in my pocket. I use the regular one then, starting it on the slowest speed. The first tingle shoots through my body and I quietly moan. I get myself warmed up and then kick it up a bit. At this point I’m rocking against the bench, gyrating my hips, letting sensations ripple through me. I hear a noise from a near by house. Someone grabbing something from their car. So close to me. My imagination runs wild, and I kick my vibrator up on high. I bite the shoulder of my coat as my imagination runs wild. The thought of someone hearing me and coming over gets me even wetter than I was before. What if some stranger saw me, came over and asked what I was doing. Being caught with my tits on the freezing cold table, nipples rock hard, the distinct buzz from my pants alerting them to the fact that I was pleasuring myself. Then coming over, standing me up and bending me over that table, massive tits smashed into the edge, my pants pulled down. A long, hard cock taking the place of my toy. A hand around my throat, another in my hair, yanking my head back and choking me as I feel his cock slam into me. Nothing gentle about it. Just bent over and fucked like the dirty little slut I am. These fantasies overwhelm me, and the thought of being used like that sends me over the edge. I cum, harder than I ever do just fucking myself in the bed or shower. It ripples through me in waves, and I cry out into the night. After finally riding it out, I slowly turn my vibrator down and move it back to my pocket. I sit for a moment, till my legs stop shaking, before walking back home.
Home Alone – Part 2 [mff][fiction][taboo][rape][nc]
[…continued from [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e1txgn/home_alone_part_1_mfffictiontaboorapenc/)]
“Anyway!” Lara cut in. “Break time’s over! C’mon!” She motioned for Jessi to hurry and get up, splashing water at her bestie when she didn’t comply quickly enough. “Gonna get you to pro level soon!”
“Okay!” Jessi laughed as she fended off Lara’s insistent splashing. “I’m coming!” She glided over to Lara before standing next to her, awaiting instructions. “What should I do now?”
“Hmm…” It seemed like Lara hadn’t actually thought her lesson plan through yet herself. But it didn’t take her long to come up with something. I could practically see the light bulb go off above her head as a devious little smile flitted across her lips. It faded just as quickly as it had appeared and she motioned enthusiastically for Jessi to position herself in the middle of the hot tub. “Okay! We’ll start out easy. Let’s get you used to distractions while floating on your back first, ‘kay? So float on your back and then, when you’re ready, we’ll start some chaaoooosss~”
Home Alone – Part 1 [mff][fiction][taboo][rape][nc]
“And don’t forget to water the plants dear.”
“I know mom, don’t worry about it okay?” I gently, but firmly, continued to guide my fussing mother towards the front door.
“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. If you need anything, give us a call and we’ll be home as soon as we can.”
“I got it mom,” a bit of exasperation trickled into my voice. “Will you go have a good time already? Dad’s probably gonna leave without you.” As if on cue, a car horn beeped impatiently outside.
“Okay dear,” she leaned in for a hug goodbye as we finally reached the door. “You be good now alright? Take care of yourself and stay safe.”
“Stop worrying and go enjoy your vacation. I’m an adult now, I can take care of myself.” I waved to their departing car until it turned at the end of the street before slamming the door closed.
Came while driving home [f] 19
I had been wet all day long. If you check my previous posts you’ll see. I decided to shove my hand in my pants and rub my clit while driving.
I was soaking wet. My juices were sticky and all over my jeans and hand. My clit tingled with pleasure at every flick and rub. I pulled over to the side of the road so I could finish.
What if someone saw? If someone saw I hope they think about it–think about how wet I might be and how I’m playing with my wet little cunt in public like a good girl. Thinking about how someone like me just couldnt contain or control myself or urges and I just shoved my hand in my pants and begun masturbating.
As soon as I came I let out a loud moan. Cum spilling out of my pussy and my jeans officially soaked. This is the third time I had cum today, and the second time making a mess all over my jeans. My thighs had tingles of pleasure and my clit throbbed as I kept lightly massaging myself. I fingered my wet little pussy to hear the nice, wet, sticky sloshing noises that I made.
Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Twelve
The birds were chirping when Nick woke to the sound of his son coo-ing, and the pervasive emptiness of the mattress beside him. The man blinked his eyes open, squinting blearily at the alarm clock. It was 8am, a Saturday, so he didn’t have to go to work, But where was his wife?
The man scratched at his cheek through his now full blonde beard as he released a loud yawn. From the foot of the bed, in his crib, Noah kicked his legs and babbled gleefully. Instantly, a smile overtook Nick’s face, the warmth of parental adoration flooding through him. “Good morning to you, too, buddy.” Nick looked around the room, tilted his head to peak through the door of the bathroom. No Sarah. He shuffled out of bed and scooped his baby boy into his arms, rubbing soothing circles into the infant’s back as he wandered out of their bedroom and through the rest of the house. Sarah had been gracious enough to allow him to sleep in the bed again when Noah was born, mostly so she could nudge him to get up every time Noah cried throughout the night. Not once had she woken up to feed or change him. But Nick was used to her self-concern, and took care of his son without resentfulness. Today, however, as he realized Sarah wasn’t in the house, he felt genuine anger well up inside of him.
Married professor [fantasy] [tease] [domination] [submission] [brat] [rough]
I’ve always found older men attractive, despite my friends giving me weird looks when I call 55-year-old men sexy. Though, none have truly gotten to me the way my current editing professor has. I find myself daydreaming about all the compromising situations I could get into with him more often than I should. He’s looks to be about 54, he has a goatee and salt and pepper hair. For an older man, he is quite in shape and gives off a very dominant aura which I love to incorporate in my fantasies. Furthermore, he is a married man. Now, I would never do anything in real life but being a seductive little slut gets me hot so that only serves to increase his allure to me. Anyways here’s one of my fantasies: (names have been changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.)
I walk into class on a typical Friday, ready to leave as soon as I set down my things as per usual. I’m early by about 10 minutes, it’s just me and my desk partner Steven. He and I lived on the same floor freshman year and get along despite butting heads in class (I don’t always agree with him but I respect a guy who can have intelligent debates). He’s a nerdy kid, the kind you think of when you think forty-year-old virgin and I’ll admit it’s fun to wear suggestive outfits to class and watch his eyes bug out.
Jennifer Lawrence [MF]
Dinner with family was fairly common with my household. We’d have family over all the time and have drinks and food and it was always fine, but I never personally enjoyed it. It always seemed unnecessary and boring to me. However today was different, my aunt was coming over tonight. Her name was Jennifer and I hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about her for months. My teenage brain was definitely giving me a lot of naughty scenarios to imagine.
It was 6:00 which meant she could be here at any time. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen with the food, but me and my sister were upstairs. I’d made sure that I looked as good as possible. My hair was incredible, I had cologne on, and I’d showered.
The ring of the doorbell made my heart skip a beat. Immediately, I rushed downstairs and opened the door to see a goddess. She had a very revealing blue dress on that I loved and red lipstick was covering her soft lips.
“Hi, Jennifer,” I struggled to speak.
“Hey you! How long has it been?”
“Too long.”
My MILF on the Golf Course [Str8][mF][MILF]
The country club isn’t always a great place to find girls, especially girls my age. Not many 18 or 19 year old chicks hang out at a golf course or the tennis courts unless their parents drag them for some lame brunch. For that reason, my summer job as a caddy was the worst. While my friends were off ogling girls in bikinis while they worked as a lifeguard, I was following middle-aged men around, carrying their golf bags as they knocked back Coors Light after Coors Light. The days were long, the sun was hot, and though I made some decent money, I was bored to tears and tired as hell. June dragged on and July was even worse. There was no way in hell I was going to come back to this crappy job next summer.
All of that changed the second week of August. Mr. Schmidt, one of the club’s top golfers, called me on Monday night and told me there was to be a change for his tee time the following morning. Instead of Mr. Schmidt, his two co-workers, and his chief client, Mrs. Schmidt and three other women from the country club would be taking the spot. When he said this, I was hopeful that he would tell me not to come in, but instead, he asked me to caddy for the four women. I naturally agreed, as my work wouldn’t change that drastically at all. I’d still be carrying clubs either way.