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Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 7).
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
Harry remembered everything. Every vision, every thought, every detail about Michaels unwanted memories. He tried to tell himself that they were fabricated, but he knew the truth, and he couldn’t suppress it no matter how desperately he wanted to. Michael hadn’t been lying, like Harry suspected. The taunts about Ms. Davies were real, just like the ones about Ginny. He’d come to terms with that, and now the only thing left to think about was how he would proceed.
First things first, Harry wanted to get him alone. If there was one thing Harry excelled at it was one on one encounters. Hell, he’d just start swinging if he had to.
But what would that accomplish, a little voice asked? Would Ms. Davies be at Michaels bedside while he was in the hospital wing?
Unable to stop the little voice from getting too real, it asked: and what would they be doing? Would she be jerking him off under the covers as he rubs and squeezes her breasts? Would she lick, suck, and worship his fat cock, as he thinks “thanks Potter.”
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 7)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
Harry remembered everything. Every vision, every thought, every detail about Michaels unwanted memories. He tried to tell himself that they were fabricated, but he knew the truth, and he couldn’t suppress it no matter how desperately he wanted to. Michael hadn’t been lying, like Harry suspected. The taunts about Ms. Davies were real, just like the ones about Ginny. He’d come to terms with that, and now the only thing left to think about was how he would proceed.
First things first, Harry wanted to get him alone. If there was one thing Harry excelled at it was one on one encounters. Hell, he’d just start swinging if he had to.
But what would that accomplish, a little voice asked? Would Ms. Davies be at Michaels bedside while he was in the hospital wing?
Unable to stop the little voice from getting too real, it asked: and what would they be doing? Would she be jerking him off under the covers as he rubs and squeezes her breasts? Would she lick, suck, and worship his fat cock, as he thinks “thanks Potter.”
Fucking in the snow [MF], outside, public
I have mentioned Cara twice before. Quick recap. She was about 6 feet tall, pale with auburn hair. Perky tits and an athletic body. She always dressed as a tomboy for the most part. Clothes were unkind to her because of her height.
I had taken her virginity and we were becoming very serious. We were also experimenting with things that we thought we would find sexy. I learned food with sex was a turn off. She learned sex outside was a major turn on.
It became a habit that I would drive my big ass old towncar and she would be blowing me. Safe? God no. Hot? Fuck yes.
Fast forward we are dating some time and “in love” for whatever that is worth. She was just 19 by this point and I was a year older.
We had been driving around, we were broke and had minimal chance for privacy. We ended up at this local park. It wasn’t big but had a nice size wooded area. But where I went to school nothing was that remote.
IT Overpowers Me:
I’ve tried fervently on multiple occasions to keep my sex demons at bay, but fighting my destiny is exhausting. I was put on this planet to put out the fire in a woman’s hiny. My dick and mouth are merciless creatures, and if you’re donned to meet me, you will find that fact out for yourself. Let my dick and mouth map out your erogenous zones. And if you so desire, you can join in and we both can partake of this tasty discovery. These little freaky tales I pen are meant to remind you of my unquenchable appetite for your tasty bottom extremities. So much so: I want you to rub your pussy uncontrollably while my mouth and tongue tackle your dirty little anal opening. I’m willing to dissect that pussy-and-ass anatomy to figure out what makes them tick. A tongue on the right asscheek accompanied by the same tongue to the left asscheek is a sure way to bring you sprouting from your shell. But, what about the tasty halfway point between the outer walls of that slippery asscheek and your black or pink hole of an ass snare: does a tongue to that region provide a host of delight? What about shoving almost the entire length of my pink oral flesh into your little asstrap, is that a thrill to your wanton bottom? There’s a barrage of equations to decipher here in this foray into a naughty, uninhibited underworld. See, when you’re a bottom feeder, there’s no need to rush. One has all the time in the world to scrounge the lake for treats. There’s always an abundance of morsels to pick through for a scoundrel like me. I would tell you never to mind my mouth because he’s only here for the ride, but I’d be lying like hell. My mouth aids in the cunnilingus and assilingus scheme. See, my mouth is the gun; my tongue is the ammunition used to neutralize the target. There’s an art to this pussy-and-ass-devouring thing that just no Joe Blow on the street can master. I’m a black belt in this raunchy shit. Get this mouth, and pamper yourself. It fits your ass like a glove.
Soul Binder – Chapter II [Gay] [MM] [Urban Fantasy] [Horror]
**Chapter II**
We made good time getting home, despite the car accident and traffic jam that forced us to wait for almost thirty minutes. But I didn’t mind. Idle time meant busy hands, and boy, were our hands busy. We pretty much fondled each other all the way home; his hand in my pants and mine in his. Tinted windows hid so many things, just like dark shadows and I could never get enough of John’s rough hands on my skin. I would drink that sensation every time it became available.
We pulled into the garage around 5:00 pm and with a single press of a button, the large doors closed behind us. The garage was triple wide, though the BMW and Spider ate up the other two spots. And don’t get me started on the attached two-story house that was pretty much a mansion nestled in the woods, at the end of a long, private driveway. It was insanely beautiful and spacious. The perfect place to feed, store hosts, and grow.
“You hungry?” said John.
“Always!” I responded.
We walked inside via the adjacent doorway, and I planted myself down on one of the kitchen chairs.
Getting over a dumb boy. [MF] [MF]
Hi! I share this account with my husband. I decided to share a true story of my past. I developed early and so the older boys took notice and I have a number of stories. I have shared them with my husband and we have fun with them. This story was about 4 yrs ago before I was dating my now husband. This was a while ago but her and I talked about it a few days ago while reminiscing so I thought I’d share the details as we recalled.
I had just broken up with an on again off again boyfriend and needed to get out of my head. So my bestfriend, Jessica, decided to plan a night in a city a few hours away. It was perfect and that’s what bestfriends are for.
We drive to there and check into the hotel. It has one king size bed. We love sharing the bed (early/mid-20’s and all). No, we have never “hooked-up” and no, this story isn’t changing that, sorry. We get all dressed up to head to a nice dinner she got a reso for. I slip into a skin tight black dress with a swoop neckline. I’m 5’3″ with a D chest and slim otherwise. Jess slips into a black dress with some sheer down the sides. She is 5′ 10″ with small A chest but an beautiful tight butt. We make a great pair!
Dropping off a Fantasy Pt. 2 [MF] [MILF]
*This is a continuation of the first* [*story*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9t66p6/dropping_off_a_fantasy_mf_milf/)*. Let me know what you think in the comments or DMS. Thanks for reading*.
Time moved on quickly after that phone call. Even though it and the photos harvested themselves in the back of my mind, I had suspected that brief interlude was the extent of this exhibitionist seduction game. She didn’t call or appear in the shop in the weeks afterward. It was hard to forget but at the same time it was necessary to move on. The odds of anything else coming out of that were astronomical, after all.
It was winter and a slow period for business. In fact, the city was crippled by 18 inches of snow on this particular day. My thoughts were centered on getting the plow over to plow the lot in a reasonable time frame to be ready for tomorrow’s business. I was closing early, hell everything else was already closed.
Just as I shut the lights and turned down the shades, lights from a vehicle appeared in the window. I had figured it was the plow guy showing up early, but the lights turned off and someone knocked on the door. I walked over and couldn’t quite make out the figure, but they were bundled up quite heavily. I opened the door and asked what the person wanted.
It’s Not Suppose To Happen
His friend, a dear friend, walks into the room. Her scarlet red hair, her fair complexion, her smile. It immediately sends him into the world he so often finds himself trapped within. A world of wish and want. A world of lust and desire that binds his thoughts to her.
He see the silk scarf so beautifully wrapped across her neck, laying down on across her breasts. While others compliment her on the scarf, in his mind, his compliment is taking the scarf off her neck and binding her wrist above her head. He then uses his strength to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder, holding her tight. He forcefully, almost violently, clears the nearest table of anything that could get in his way.
Another show of gentle strength. Her throws her with her bound wrist on the table. He catches her just as she lands so she falls soft and unharmed. He pulls her blouse up, exposing her goddess like breast. He pauses, looks at her, and sees her smile of approval and permission. He then places his lips on her nipples and begins to suck. A slight moan from his lover is asking for more.
My highschool date [MF]
Hey, this is my first story long time reader. sorry for my grammer and this is a very long story for the good part look for the stripe –
last part. i am very open to criticism so please add then in the comment section.
I hear my alarm buzzing trying to hit the snooze button as i accidently let my phone fall down. I black out and woke up again in about an hour fucccck. I am going to be late for school again. i quickly grab my pants and t-shirt and run to school. Luckly i dont live far from school. I walk in the tall white buillding call the devils pit. as i walk in i notice the empty hallways looking at mny classes trying to remember what class i supposed to be in the n I hear a loud voice coming from behlnd me “john you’re late again i see” i turn my head back to face the angry voice. its mister franklin my principle. i look him right in the eyes and tell i am sorry my brother is sick again ( i dont have a brother) he looks me back in the eyes and says he’s tired of my bullshit and quickly adds “ill see you later in detention”. damn it i dont want to spend my day sitting in some quiet room looking at the clock all day.