Motel in Somewhere

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“Don’t worry. I don’t really have any plans. It should be a pretty chill night :)”

That was the last text I got from you before I pulled up to the hotel in the city I forget the name of. You said we would meet at a hotel room and then probably get some food and maybe a drink then just have a nice calm night in the room. Rest up and prepare for the playing we would most certainly get up to for the next couple days in wherever we are.

When I open the door to the room though, you’re already sitting on the bed looking like you’ve got something else in mind.

“Sissy! You’re late… But I’m glad you made it.”

You are wearing a red leather jacket with a lacy black lingerie underneath, a black leather skirt and a sheer black pair of tights. And those heels.

“Late? I’m not sure…”

You cock your head at me.

“Yes I’m sorry mis…”

You point your whip at me. “On your knees. Welcome me”

My wife’s co-worker and I had an instant connection, continued [MF] [anal, oral, bondage] [cheating] [forced orgasm]

“Will, there’s some woman calling in. I told her you were busy, but she says it’s urgent?” The receptionist, Marlene, leaned through the door into the conference room. “Says her name is Erica.”

I made a pained expression, then flashed an apologetic shrug to the room — a half dozen of my colleagues. “Erica, no last name? She say who she’s with?”

“Nuh-uh,” Marlene shook her head. “She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Something about a listing, but I thought Tony said you weren’t doing listings anymore.”

“I’m not,” I said, “Give it to Pam.” Pam had taken the sales spot I’d vacated last month.

Marlene hesitated. “Umm. She said she only would talk to you. She was pretty clear about that.”

I sighed.

“She said something about being in your pocket,” Marlene continued, “Or from your pocket or something. I didn’t understand.”

Pocket? What?

“It’s ok, Will,” said Freddie, my boss, “We could use a break anyway. My coffee’s run out.”

Then the pieces began to click, my eyes began to widen. “Thanks, Freddie, everyone,” I mumbled, distracted. Erica Cheung, my wife Nancy’s co-worker, who last month at a dinner party shoved her panties in my pocket. “I’ll, uh, reschedule this.”

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 107-109) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 107: Seconds ‘till Dick (18++)

“GUAAAAAAAAH!!!” Tabitha screamed as her whole body was moved forward and lifted several inches from the ground by the sudden, forceful penetration by the succubus’s long, thick tail.

“Look at her,” Beatrice told Olivia while mercilessly thrusting her tail inside Tabitha’s gushing, squelching cunt, pounding the girl’s womb repeatedly.

“YEEEESH!! OUAGHHHHHHH-yAHAAA~~” Tabitha collapsed beneath Beatrice’s feet and writhed on the ground, belly and tits up, arching her back while Beatrice bulged her abdomen with her tail. “THAAAAAAAAAAAHNKYOUUUUUUUUU~~”

The sight of the masochistic beauty writhing on the ground with a bulging belly, pinching the nipples on her bouncing breasts as hard as she could to intensify the forbidden, painful pleasure, made Beatrice harden and swell to full force inside Olivia’s cum-and-pussy-juice-lubricated pussy. Beatrice couldn’t possibly stop herself from slowly moving her cock inside the hot pleasure-hole even as talked to Olivia, further compromising the ninja’s morals.

My magic button (part 3 of 3)

I started going to town on her asshole, having the first, and so far best, anal that I had ever had. Pump, pump, pump.

It was fantastic, my middle school dream had come true. And I decided that this time, I wasn’t going to cum in her asshole. As I was ready to cum, I stood her up, grabbed her panties, and started rubbing my dick against her pussy. Eventually, I came.

Right on her panties. Again, a nice, thick, oozy cum, right in her panties. Finally, I was done cumming and put her panties back on her, still oozing with my cum, right back on her, right up to her pussy. I couldn’t help but finger it once more, as it would probably be the last time I would be doing so. I then put her leggings back on her, and her sports bra, and sat her back down like she used to be.

I sat down in my seat, pulled up a YouTube video as to make me look normal when I pressed the button, got ready, and pressed it again.

People were all confused as to what just happened. I heard everything from,

CAMPOUT pt 3! [nonconsent] [dubcon] [gangbang] [breath play] [rough sex] [face fuck] [anal] [MMMF] [DP] [creampie] [degradation]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qp2ufq/first_time_sharing_my_stories_campout_nonconsent/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qua767/campout_pt_2_nonconsent_dubcon_gangbang_choking/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

**Part 3 and the conclusion of a *very* eventful campout for our dear Skye! Hope you enjoy. More erotica coming soon that’s a bit less intensive if this wasn’t totally your speed :) Thank you for reading as always and I love comments :)**

Something heavy smacked me in the face. I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted whatever it was to go away so I could go the fuck back to sleep. I couldn’t even remember passing out, just being fucked, and cumming until I cried and begged for it to stop, then… darkness.

Sometime in the night, someone had carried me into a tent. There was a sleeping pad under me, at least. *That’s nice*, I thought, half-awake.

*Thunk*. The thing hit my cheek again, soft and meaty. I opened my eyes; it was difficult. So. I was not in my *own* tent.

Wes was on his knees beside my face, shirtless and still rubbing the sleep from his own eyes.

“Rise and shine, slut. Time for your first meal.” His voice was extra husky and gravely. My pussy twinged.

A Question of Sexuality (MMF)

So I had this experience and I’m still trying to decide if it means I’m gay or not.

Alright, that’s too simplistic. I mean, I clearly love pussy. I love the way it tastes, the way it looks, the way it feels–dark pink, light pink, big lips, little lips, mini-dick sized clits, little button clits buried in the folds of their own little hoodies, hair, no hair . .it doesn’t matter to me. I love them all.

At this point you are probably thinking “Oh ho! My lady doth protest too much!’– ‘cept I’m not a lady and this isn’t really a protest as much as it is an explanation as to why my gay-confusion (gayfusion?) has manifested all of a sudden. Because people who know exactly what they are feeling always need to explain themselves, right?

So this story starts with me–a very normal thirty something. Like normal in pretty much every way physically possible. Six foot, 200 lbs, very little of it actual muscle. A few vanity tattoos on my legs. Respectable six inch dick, brown air, blue eyes. Not a hottie McHotHot, but not the bottom of the Y-chromosome barrel either.

Paying a debt

It wasn’t really her fault, her boyfriend was a drug dealer and someone had to pay. The moment he decided to skim the merchandise, he sealed her fate.

I’d been in her house for a couple of hours waiting, preparation was always key, she was going to be alone tonight, we’d sent her boyfriend to a meeting with a buyer, unfortunately, someone had tipped the cops off and he’d got himself arrested.

She was 5ft4, petite, blonde and a b cup, she was very pretty and extremely fit.

The door unlocked shortly after 5pm, she was completely unaware what was waiting behind the door, if she’d known, she would have run, very quickly and very far. As she stepped through the door, I was lurking in the dark. I reached around and held the chloroformed cloth against her mouth and nose, she fought briefly, but her build didn’t help her chances much.

She came round about half an hour later, she was disorientated. It dawned on her that it was her bedroom, but how did she get there? Why couldn’t she move?

[MF] Day 2 of banging a Arab Muslim girl in her own house (this one gets a bit more rough)

So I was only planning on sharing the first part of the story but I’ve gotten a ton of DMs asking for what happened next so I suppose I will share. The link to the first story is here so if you haven’t read it I suggest you do so or else this won’t make much sense :)

[MF] I met a Muslim virgin online. I then met her and fucked her in her own house. from gonewildstories

So in the last post I ended with her getting fingerbanged in the kitchen. To add some context. The finger banging started as she finished cooking. She was wearing a white tank top and the same underwear from the night before (already dirty might as well not waste some clean clothes right) I was only in my boxers. now I’m not gonna lie the food smelled great. But what turned me on is the fact I didn’t even say I was hungry. It was completely her choice to pamper me and make me breakfast.

The Student Becomes the Teacher [MF]

This is a love story that took place many moons ago when we were in our late twenties. It is all true with some details changed. I met “Maria” at a party and we immediately hit it off. She was a very fit brunette with large boobs, a skinny waist, and an ass to die for, sitting atop a pair of shapely legs. To top it off she had sexy eyes and a great smile. As for me, I had a muscular build from years of playing sports and sported a 6.5-inch tallywacker which did most of my thinking at the time. 

Maria was recently out of a dead-end relationship. From the get-go, she was open to regular sex, which suited me fine. As I learned a bit about her sexual history, I realized that her sex life up to that point had been pretty vanilla. She was raised a good Catholic girl. She did not have a lot of sexual partners. Sex for her was something done in the bedroom, in the dark, in missionary, and (apparently) was over pretty quickly. But seeing how horny she was, I decided to push the envelope a bit. 

22 [F4M] kik DaniHot31

A year ago, Christmas was approaching and I traveled to the capital to buy some gifts I also really wanted to meet a very special friend with whom, by chance, we met again and we began to have a relationship more than just friends. hidden, he is married and we do not want complications. Certainly I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but since I started having sex with him, my life changed completely, with him I have done things that I never thought I could do and to tell the truth, I always wanted them. I listened to my cousins ​​talk about oral sex, anal sex and poses, but I never thought that all those stories turned into fantasy, my friend would be the one to teach them to me.