collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
1 – Open up [the list](https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/18b32_zhZVdwZgaa06kGHyknyBMS90fWhN-88tsIurYk/edit?usp=drivesdk)
2 – Select one or more girls.
3 – Give me a prompt for the girl(s) you chose.
*The list works best in Google Sheets. Please do not edit except to use filters. Note the Teen age group refers to 18-Early 20s. I am fine with any pairing you want to put the girls in: Solo, MF, MFF, MMF, Gangbang etc. And please include any kinks you want to! Thank you :)*
*I often write stories about real events that I have experienced in my life. This time the story is fictional. It is however based on a fantasy that involves a real person, a new friend I made on Reddit* u/NoFace533 *. She served as my muse and my inspiration. I hope that she and you enjoy it.*
I hate traveling, I really do. I was born in a suburb of a big city and everything I needed was near by. I went to school nearby and I found a job nearby. I wasn’t until I got promoted at work and had to go to Dallas, Texas for training that I ever had to get on a plane for the first time. It’s not that I am scared of flying or anything like that. I just don’t like being in an unfamiliar place. I know my way from my apartment to my job and back. Every friday, I usually stop by the grocery store and do my shopping for the following week. I am a creature of routine I guess.
This happened one year ago, and this is the sex I always go back to when I’m horny.
Jason is 17 years older than me. I met him at a bar I worked at and was immediately drawn to him. He has piercing blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, and a sexy dad bod. Me being young, naive, and ever so curious I knew I had to have him. After finding out he was married, I initially backed off but I couldn’t help it. He was a drug, and I, a full pledged addict.
Texting got heavy, and so did the phone calls. I was consumed by him. After a couple months of talking, I told him I was going on a date. He wasn’t happy but I figured, who is he to stop me ? I’m a single girl who needed to explore, plus, I can’t keep playing these games.
So I go on a date with Chris, who is handsome, successful, funny.. but it just didn’t seem to click. At this point of the night, Jason kept texting me and calling me. “I thought you’d be home at 9?” I kept ignoring the texts and calls.. but fuck .. Jason was on my mind. At the end of my date, I ended up making out with Chris but politely declined his invite to “go home and watch a movie”.
**New friends**
I’m Domenico. 25 years old. Good looking guy. Athletic body. Build like a rugby player, people tell me. Tall, dark and handsome. I’m Italian and live somewhere in Europe. Recently I was in love with a girl but she chose to be with another guy. What are you gonna do, huh? I need to move on.
On Monday I will be starting my new job. I will be working for that girl’s dad, actually. In their house. So this man has private security guards (don’t ask). I will be doing business, but I also will be in charge of security. He tells me *”Get to know the guys before you start, you need their trust and respect”*.
Sure. So I talk to these security guys, two of them come with me to a nightclub last night. Tough guys, early twenties. My best friend and cousin Gennaro comes with us. VIP booth (or whatever it’s called in English), one of the hottest night clubs in the city. We have lots of fun.
** Before you enjoy this true story of my husband and I you might want to start from the beginning on my profile or look at the pictures **
I was laying in bed in a brand new garter set I bought for daddy as apart of my new uniform we agreed on (picture on profile along with our background). A thong, black and basically stringy contraption and this garter set. My hair is washed and still wet so there’s an extra sting when he lands a strong smack on my ass.
“Hi babygirl” “ hi daddy do you like my new uniform?” “I think it’s fucking gorgeous let me test it”. He moves me into his recent favorite position, he stands by the edge of the bed and drags me to him. Pulling me up by my hips he grips my knees sliding each one opposite each other. Lowering my clothed wet slit to the bed, he places his hand over the small of my back. I can’t really move but my feet are right in front of his cock. Lightbulb. I curl my little toes (which he loves) around his hard cock and jerk him off.
So,
I’ve talked about my roomate a little bit but I never really talked about how sex was different once he moved in. When there was talk of him moving in I figured it would be an adjustment and a lot of things would change. The first couple of weeks were weird and having sex was weird because I wasn’t used to being quiet. I’m very verbal and I let my boyfriend know when he’s doing something right, I can’t help it.
Since he moved in we’d only had sex when he wasn’t home. One day I woke up from an amazing, wet sex dream. I obviously wanted to fuck my boyfriend so I rolled over and started stroking him. He said our roommate was still home and I replied with I don’t care and found my way with my mouth to his already hard dick, he didn’t say a word just grabbed a handful of hair and let me do what I wanted.
Anal, Mom’s Bed, Round 3, Toys, Light Pain, Spanking, Creampie(s)
There was a bigger cushion of time between Bri and her friends leaving and Abby arriving than I thought there’d be. It was a good thing. Call me paranoid but Jules had my cock in her mouth when Bri showed up. Then my cock was inside Bri’s mouth followed by a great orgasm riding me that was interrupted by one of her friends.
Abby was sort of a professional side piece. A lot of the guys she saw she either shouldn’t have been or were involved. We were close and she knew me, my family, and will be a part of my life for some foreseeable future, and potentially the rest of it. I remember so distinctly her pulling up. Fabolous’ Can’t Let You Go was blasting out of her car. She had a cigerette between those long fingers. Tossed it. I watched her put on a little nude lipstick, a touch of this and that. She stepped out her car. I was at her door before she stepped out. She had that gravitational kind of pull. On a lot of guys too. That pussy definitely will get you in trouble. I guaran-fucking-tee it. And it did, eventually.
**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**
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#Part One – Jessica’s Torment
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/99fow2/jessicas_torment_chapter_3_mf_rape_age_bdsm_anal/)
#Part Two – Jessica’s Despair
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9a04al/jessicas_despair_chapter_1_mf_rape_age_bdsm_slave/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9er6fj/jessicas_despair_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)
[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9foh8w/jessicas_despair_chapter_3_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)
#Part Three – Jessica’s Freedom
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a1o2a6/jessicas_freedom_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_crying/)
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Well, hello. I’ve returned with a new name and account. I went back and forth between leaving this behind completely and pushing forth. In the end, I decided writing erotica is fun and it’s good practice. I want to keep this as a hobby and have a good time with it. So, here I am with a name I like more and the next chapter.
This will continue until it’s done. I have no set amount of chapters. Figured “Jessica’s Freedom” would go for three but there are ideas in my head I want to get out there so it’ll end up going for longer.
As always, I’m not a professional writer and erotica is not my forte – however, as always, I hope this does something for you.
This is a [fictional] story of my grandmother, my aunt and I. Hope you like it.
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When I was about ten, my parents fighting became too much and I went to stay with my grandmother for a while. She lived with her unmarried daughter, my Aunt Mary who was my dad’s sister. I loved my grandmother, and still called her ‘gaga’, a pet name we’d had since we were children. She was old, a bit strict, in her seventies, but still had a twinkle in her eye. She was full of enthusiasm and had many friends. My aunt Mary was a little odd, very uptight and always concerned about her status in the community. They were active in the local church.
I had stayed with my grandmother before and always stayed in her bed, so we just carried on. Nobody thought anything of it. She undressed in the bathroom and came to bed in her nightclothes. After a while I got used to it and after about a week gaga rolled over and said as we turned out the light:
“Cuddle up behind me Bill and keep me warm.”
About 3 weeks ago, I (f24) connected with Matt (m40) on Seeking Arrangement.
Fast forward through hundreds of dirty texts and photos, we decide to meet up after his wife and kids went to sleep.
As I waited in the hotel room, wearing thigh highs and a bustier, I couldn’t help but get wet just thinking about his thick married cock being buried inside of me. After about 10 minutes, he finally arrives.
He immediately pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs, teasing my slit with his finger. At this point, I was beyond went.
He pulls me off the bed and pushes me onto my knees. Finally, he takes out his hard cock and begins violently fucking my throat. He pushes all the way into my mouth as I gag repeatedly. Tears begin flowing from my eyes as spit covers my chin, dripping to my chest.
He then yanks me up by my hair and throws me back onto the bed. He pins my arms above my head as he slides his thick cock into my dripping pussy. He can’t help but tell me how much tighter and wetter I am than his wife.