A Game of Depravity [Part 2]

[[Part 1]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8yxd2q/a_game_of_depravity/)

Mina had never been so happy to have Monday roll around. Typically, she enjoyed Mondays because she enjoyed the work she did immensely, but the office had become a safe haven. The more she worked, the less time she had to contemplate what had almost happened between Daniel and her.

The morning after as she lay in bed she combed through the contacts in her phone, making herself busy for the remainder of the weekend and scheduling dinners for most nights the upcoming week. There was no room for error.

She had purposefully crawled in late enough most nights, knowing Daniel would be burrowed into his room or on his laptop in the back patio writing under the moonlight as he often did. During the days at work she didn’t have to worry about seeing him. As the talent, he rarely made appearances while the sun was still shining. Plus, he wasn’t one of her clients because she knew where to draw lines. Didn’t she?

[MF] Watched my wife get filmed fucking another man for the first time a few days ago

…And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A little back story first: we’re both chubby nerds (working on losing weight though, we’re both down tens of pounds) who have experimented with polyamorous relationships in the past, but due to various reasons sort of fell out of it. Hard to get 4 people all on the same page, etc. Within the last year or two I stumbled upon hotwifing pornography and really liked the idea, so I brought it up to her and she also really loved it. Not only that, we also learned she has a bit of an exhibitionist streak so we filmed the encounter as well. We met her stud on fetlife, he’s a bit of a nerd too (he’s actually introducing us to Dungeons and Dragon, enjoying it so far!) and they hit it off fairly well so we decided to do it!

The Land of Sexual Enchantment: Jack’s First Visit [nsfw]

This is a short first part of a much larger story. I hope you enjoy reading. Please feel free to comment or message any criticism or thoughts. Thanks.

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Jack sat on the edge of the small bed in the small room, staring at the elliptical machine in front of the small television and he felt very small. He was nearing his 29th birthday and he would be celebrating it at his parents’ home, where he now lived once again, after being gone for 12 years. His mom was thrilled to have him back, and his dad assured him he’d be back on his own soon. They promised to do whatever they could to help, and told him to take some time to consider his next move.

This was all very nice and extremely understanding so he couldn’t complain when instead of giving him his old room back, which had conveniently already been converted into a beautiful guest bedroom, he’d been given his younger sister Sarah’s much smaller room, which had inconveniently been turned into an “exercise room.” This meant having an underused elliptical in front of a crappy television. At least maybe he could take advantage of that and get back into better shape.

[MMF] I was looking to hookup with a guy…I found two.

I made it to grad school before I had my first double dose of cock.

It’s not as if I’d never thought of it. Like every woman with a pulse, I’d fantasize. The thought of two men focused completely on me was intoxicating. But the last thing I wanted was to end up with two high-fiving frat boys living out their fantasy for three minutes without a thought to my pleasure.

Like all the best things in life, my first time was completely unplanned. Undergrad was like dining at a buffet. There was a never-ending supply of attractive people and parties where it was easy to cut loose and end up in bed with someone new.

But grad school as different. Everyone was older. Some people had families. And they took their studies seriously. It was hard to hook up without turning to the internet. And that’s never the same as something happening impulsively in the moment. And it felt too much like growing up.

[MF] How I got my first blowjob

If I’m going to tell this story, I guess the first thing you’ll want to know is what all the girls looked like, how big their boobs were, how many pounds of each of them weighed, and whether they were a size 6 or a size 12 or a size 8, and all that other stuff. But frankly I don’t know. What I mean is that frankly, I don’t see what difference it makes whether the girl was an A cup or a D cup, or whether she was thick or thin, or what her ass looked like when she walked around with only her underwear on. Besides, I’ve never been too good with measurements, and I didn’t bother to check the tag on their bras to see what their cup size was. If those things even have tags. I don’t know.

What I will tell you though is that the first girl in the story was a very good friend of mine, that we’d known each other since kindergarten, but that we’d never been that close until high school, when we really started hanging out quite a lot, with me going to her place to hang out in her room all the time. Then when it was time for college we both decided to go to the same university, and that’s when the story takes place: during our first year in a new city, during our freshman year.

Strange request. I need a proo[f]reader.

Hey all, I recently had a very slutty week due to some rewarding interactions on r/randomactsofmuffdive. I want to post a success story on that sub, but since it was multiple meetups, it’s quite long. Would anyone be willing to read my write up and tell me what they think before I post it?

[MF]True Adventures in Colorado

Hi All, been lurking around here for a bit. Finally decided to post this true story I wrote a few years back. Sent it to Penthouse Letters, but it never got published. I always thought it was pretty good. Tell me your thoughts? It’s sorta long, you need to enjoy reading.

So here I am, looking up for a second at my reflection in the mirror, contemplating how in the fuck I have arrived at this point after 53 years of life. Standing beside my bed, looking down at my cock slicing into the perfectly round, smooth ass of this delectable 21 year old blond, while she pulls mightily on my sheets clutched in her fists, groaning and squealing with each thrust. Amazing. My age and fucking this girl young enough to be my granddaughter. And she’s loving it.

The Fat Bimbo – Part 1

Things were going slow in Brandon’s strip club. Uncharacteristically slow. And this was no surprise. Brandon had always been able to get the best dancers on the stage due to this weird technology he… acquired. But ever since he had opened an “escort service” as his second business, most of the women had been moved there. Them becoming sex crazed after exposure to his technology was a rather bad thing now. He needed to find new blood. To find something fresh that would attract more customers.

“Hey, neighbour,” a chipper voice pulled him out of his own head. His eyes locked with Rebeca’s and in a moment he realised that he might just have found his next talent.

He stares just one second to long at her, before answering, “Good morning, Rebeca.” He watches on as she moves to her mailbox and back to the house. Brandon had to admit that she wasn’t the perfect figure you usually see on stage. Her belly wasn’t as tight as any of his show girls, quite the opposite actually. And her ass was simply huge, but that usually worked out fine. More and more guys preferred big buts. With a couple of sessions on his machine, she might become a great way to pull in customers. “Hey, Beca,” he called behind her. She looked up from her mail with a questioning look in her eyes. “I can’t help but notice that you look a bit pale. If you want you can use my tanning bed.”

The School For Filthy Girls (Part 1) [ff] [gag-spit] [domination]

Mom sent me here. Said I needed to be in a place where people were like me, but a boarding school? Hmm.

My name is Amber. I’m only 16, and I think I’m fairly normal looking. I think I’m a fairly normal person, but it is so hard to know that for sure isn’t it? Look, point is, I don’t see why I need to be in a special school now.

Geometry, first thing in the morning. Room 253. Here we go I guess…

“Ah, are you Mrs. Graves?” The teacher asked, in his masculine voice. It seemed so out of place in an all girls school.

“Yes.” I replied. Assigned seating I presume.

“Take a seat in that empty chair in the back there, between Emma and Taylor.” The Man said. He seemed rather nice really.

I took my place at the three person table between Emily and Taylor, who gave me a wave. So far nothing terrible has happened yet.

“Alright, let’s get started!” The teacher began. “I want you to think about a line in space…”