[F]ucking [M]y tight little ass

I met with someone who has been wanting to fuck my ass for weeks now. We made previous arrangements but it didn’t pan out for a couple of times. And it was finally going to happen! Along with some throat fucking.

I got to the hotel and went straight to the room number that he texted me. I knocked. He opened the door with a towel wrapped around his bottom half because he just took a shower. I walked in, put my things down and he asked if I wanted to get started. He held my face and kissed me. At the same time, my hands reached down to the towel and rubbed his cock and balls. I got down on my knees and kissed his cock. I opened my mouth and led it in while I massaged his balls. It got to the back of my throat and I choked as he held my head against him. He said he was going to cum soon. I had him down my throat and my nose was against his body. He came down my throat but at the same time I gagged and threw up. I got up and ran to the sink and spat everything out because there was a lot of stomach acid mixed in with the cum.

All Tied Up: Heather’s Story Chapter 4 [MF][Teacher Student][Blackmail][Panty Stuffing][Light Bondage][mild domination][stockings][face sitting]

***Author’s Note***: *You patience is finally paying off, Reader. There is nothing but sex in this chapter. The next one is a bit of world building again though. Please check out my profile for the rest of the story.*

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Spent, confused, and emotionally conflicted, I sat down on the couch in a pair of gym shorts and a school sweatshirt. Pulling her number from the note, I unlocked my phone to text Heather. My fingers typed: *’I’m back home. I hope you did your homework, too*.

I needed to distract myself. I wanted an immediate response and didn’t get one. I began to worry. We had just both seriously escalated the situation. I fired up the television and played a fighting game to pass the time while I pretended to forget about the phone. Hours went by while barely covered women with ridiculous breasts bounced and punished each other across the screen.

*Did I text the wrong number?* I wondered. I had been deliberately vague to guard just in case, but still I was concerned. For the third time, I checked my phone against her note.

The Second Meeting [MFsub]

(This is the first time I’ve ever posted my fiction anywhere online, at the suggestion of someone. Any and all feedback is more than welcome)

I meet you from the train as I promised. You’re nervous, wondering if things will be the same in person, hoping that I’ll continue to say and even do the things I’ve been promising you for weeks since we last saw each other. You soon calm down, as the second you see me, I hug you hard and whisper into your ear “I can’t wait to get you home, slut.” I continue, saying “there’s a lot you need to answer for.”

I push you into a cab and we quickly arrive back at my house. You start to feel a little nervous again, and make small talk as we walk through my door, but the second the door is closed I swiftly take charge, grabbing one of my ties and telling you to turn around so I can blindfold you with it. I then undress you, slowly, so I can see you naked in front of me. I tell you to put your hands behind your back and tie them together with a scarf from the rack.

A Cock-Loving Whore [mf] [BDSM]

**Note:** This is just something that I wrote for the fun of it. I know it’s not very good, but hopefully all you Erotica readers will enjoy it, so…

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**“You’re such a cock-loving whore, aren’t you, baby-girl?”** he murmurs quietly as he grabs a fistful of my hair and proceeds to push me farther down onto his rock-hard cock so as to fuck my mouth at his own pace before finally letting me up to breathe and go back to what I was doing – which was sucking off his cock in the way I know he likes.

At hearing his question, however, I let out a quiet chuckle and slightly shake my head; one hand brushing my sex-mussed naturally wavy brown hair out of my face so that it wasn’t impeding on my sucking skills. After a few moments of thinking, I then smirk and softly say with my mouth loosely wrapped around the tip of his cock that of: *“Well, of course, I’m a cock-loving whore, Daddy. You made me that way, after all!”* before returning to teasing as well as sucking him off with my mouth and tongue.

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I jerked my husband off to our daughter part 2 [incest, teen, vouyer]

(Fictional story that is a follow up to a great post by another user! Love any feedback!)

I lay in bed feeling my hubby’s cum slowly drip out of my freshly waxed pussy from our morning romp. I had let the thick curly hair grow in for years when our sex life was non existent. Why bother the expense or the pain of waxing if my fingers were going to be the only things to touch it. That was of course before what I jokingly call the “Daisy Rennenassice”.

Daisy had graduated high school in the spring and was enjoying her summer off. She spends her days lounging by our pool, and her nights dancing downtown. That was fine with us, we would make our new passion a nightly event, planning our evening around our budding daughter’s social life, tracking her escapades through Instagram, Facebook and through our first true invasion of her privacy, her easily hacked iCloud account. Daisy was our little angle, and overall she was a fairly well behaved 18 year old, never revealing too much skin, but always showing just enough to keep my hubby throbbing and me soaking wet at seeing that familiar flame in his eyes.

No words are needed between travellers. [MF] [Public] [Strangers] [Teasing] [Touching/groping] [Pretty vanilla] [Fiction]

The train was busy.

It always is, at that time, packed with commuters making their way home, some sleeping with their heads against the window, more even standing, eyes downcast and unfocused.

Not her, though. No, she is sitting straight, feet tucked under her seat, eyes wide and alert as she reads something on her phone. 

Not him, either. He is standing near the end of the carriage, tucked into the alcove by the internal doors, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and eyes scanning the crowd.

Some people read, some people watch movies on their phone, most day dream – but his favourite train pastime was people watching. That middle aged woman, absent mindedly playing with her keys, from which dangles a frankly ugly string of large wooden beads, checking the time nervously on her phone more and more often as the inevitable delays between each stop accumulate… Clearly a mother on her way to pick up her kids. He scoffs internally – too easy.

What about that man? Youngish, wearing a plain black polo shirt with black trousers, standard hair cut, textbook on his lap and a highlighter in his hand… Slightly harder. Probably a university student, working as a barista or whatnot to make ends meet.

[FM] A little public debauchery…

We make plans to go out for drinks just a few blocks from his place, at a convenient little dive bar where one of the bartenders makes us extremely strong drinks because she’s the best and she likes us. It’s a chill place with a lot of regulars who don’t ask too many questions.

We decide to walk over since it’s nice enough, getting our first drinks and afterward heading for the pool table. There’s a mini bar-like-counter near the table along with a few stools, so it’s a good place to hang out that also offers a degree of seclusion. He requested the particular top I’m wearing, a low-cut black shoulder cut out satin-y thing that I’ve paired with a cute purple and black skirt and heels. I didn’t bother with panties.

Bar nights like this are always just extended foreplay. We chat, usually suggestively, while I just *happen* to lean over directly across from him when he’s trying to line up a shot (I never said I play fair…) and we both touch and tease as the night progresses and we get tipsier. At one point I bend far over the table to make a shot and I’m rewarded with a dark whisper, his lips right next to my ear: “If I ever get that pool table and you bend over like that again… well, we’ll see if you can still make that shot with my cock buried in you.”

Race Shop [26M/24F] [rough fuck] [office sex]

Race Shop

When I finally got the confidence to open up my own garage for custom building race cars and trucks, it was one of the greatest decisions I ever made in my life. I was an angry, 26 year old man unhappy with everything and full of angst working in an office around people I hate. I went broke by deciding to buy a section of an old warehouse, purchasing dozens among dozens of different pieces of equipment in the creation of my own engine machine shop, and putting some money into business advertising. I could now work my dream job on my own time helping other people with their driving pursuits and it was fantastic. There was only one person that I took from my previous job to work with me and it was Jess.

My first time with three [FFM]

Someone asked me what my first FFM experience was and I told them a shorter version of this story. Retelling it was fun so I thought I’d fill in some details and share it. This is from a few years ago, early in my sex life. The other girl is someone I was best friends with for a long time at that point. I posted once before (wasn’t exactly a sexy story) about how an older guy pressured us into kissing each other once. It was weird at first but we kept doing it and took it quite a bit further. We kind of helped each other through learning about sex and had a lot of fun and intense times together. Naturally, she was involved in a lot of my “firsts”. And her name is Alexis. Hope you enjoy.

The first time we did anything with a guy together, we were hanging out at her place with a guy friend of ours. I was there to stay the night on a Friday night and he was just there hanging out for the evening. He knew Alexis and I were pretty close and was asking us about it, like if we were lesbians or had a romantic thing going on. We told him we weren’t girlfriends exactly, just friends but sometimes had fun kissing and making out, sometimes more.

[F] Giving a stranger my socks, because I’m weird.

I have a pair of black and white thigh socks that I absolutely love wearing, I think they’re the perfect balance between innocent and yet a bit naughty. Also I’ve always had super sensitive legs and feet, so I can have a lot of fun when I have them on. But I want to confess somehtign about them that just drives me crazy – in a good way. There was one time when I was “pen pals” with an older man who really had a thing for me, especially my feet.

Well we talk every now and then becasue he makes me horny and when I get horny I get risky and submissive. One day he tells me to send the socks to him and me being always looking to do the most depraved thing think its a great idea. So I send them to him and soon enough I get pictures of his cock in them as he uses them to pleasure himself with and this just really turns me on. He sends me videos of him cumming on them and in them and just the fact that I used to wear them drives me crazy.