An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 12 [MF][FF][MFF][Fantasy]

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**An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 13 [MF][FF][MFF][Fantasy]**

Please read chapters 1 – 12 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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## Thirteen

The smell of incense was overpowering and Mirja had to take small shallow breaths to get accustomed to the scent. It was surprising how much of a surprise it was each time she entered the parlor. But it was exacerbated by using the pathways. That way you got sent right into the middle of it without any warning. The regular customers, and the girls who entered the mundane way had some time to acclimatize themselves in the entryway and the reception chamber.

“You are aware that it is not allowed for anyone below fifth tier to use the pathway chambers?”

Mirja froze then slowly turned around trying to set her face in an apologizing look to face the Matron.

“Yes, Mistress Lorelee,” Mirja said curtsying, tilting her head slightly forward looking down at the floor.

“In fact,” the Matron continued. “It should not be within the skillset of anyone below fifth tier to utilize the pathways.”

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 13 [MF][FF][MFF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 12 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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## Thirteen

The smell of incense was overpowering and Mirja had to take small shallow breaths to get accustomed to the scent. It was surprising how much of a surprise it was each time she entered the parlor. But it was exacerbated by using the pathways. That way you got sent right into the middle of it without any warning. The regular customers, and the girls who entered the mundane way had some time to acclimatize themselves in the entryway and the reception chamber.

“You are aware that it is not allowed for anyone below fifth tier to use the pathway chambers?”

Mirja froze then slowly turned around trying to set her face in an apologizing look to face the Matron.

“Yes, Mistress Lorelee,” Mirja said curtsying, tilting her head slightly forward looking down at the floor.

“In fact,” the Matron continued. “It should not be within the skillset of anyone below fifth tier to utilize the pathways.”

Mirja looked up and thought she saw a glimmer of glee in the Matron’s eyes.

You’ll Have Fun, It’s Just a Party | Rape, Gang Rape, Non-Con, Blowjob, Creampie, Anal, Teen, Virgin

**This was a great suggestion from ANON. Was super fun to write. If any of you guys have any suggestions or story ideas, comment or message me.**

**I think this will be a the only part of this story, as I quite like the ending… but if any you think that I should continue it, comment or message me and tell me where you think it should go next.**

**Enjoy.**

‘I think that you should wear these.’ Margot threw a pair of short denim cut-offs on to the bed.

‘What?’ Emily said, ‘Look how short they are.’ She was standing in her underwear, feeling awkward. *I don’t even want to go to this stupid party.*

‘Emily, babe.’ Margot stretched her arms, showing off her athletic body. ‘You’ve got a great arse. Don’t be afraid to show it off.’ Emily looked back at the mirror. Her ass was pretty big, not too big, but large enough that the cut-offs would definitely show more than she was comfortable with. ‘I’d kill for your ass and tits.’ Margot added.

Undergrad recruiting trips usually suck. But occasionally, one of them will deep throat your cock, and you can hire her as an intern! True story. [FM]

A few years ago, I was roped into a recruiting trip for my company to a big state school you’ve heard of. These trips usually suck, and since I’m at a relatively senior position, I can get out of them; but the VP of our division asked me personally, so there it was. I flew out to do two days at this big state school – one as a guest lecturer in this class and the second interviewing undergrad kids, mostly for summer internships. (If I’m occasionally vague on some details, it’s because I don’t want to blow up anyone’s job.)

The way this works is the recruiters handle most of the “screener” interviews – kids who apply basically cold, for whom we had no background info. (Dirty secret: most of them are not getting picked unless they really blow someone away.) In the big class I lectured in, a bunch of the kids – mostly sophomores/juniors – came up afterwards to say thanks or hi or whatever. There was this one chick, a sophomore, with wide, dewey eyes, curly dark brown hair, big tits and a slightly trashy-but-hot look. When it was her turn, she introduced herself, gave me those eyes and “just wanted to thank you *so* much” for visiting the class. I made a mental note to remember her name – let’s call her Stephanie. (Not real, obviously.)

[FMM] My first ever DP experience! I got really pounded!

I’d never done DP before, I’d had threesomes with two guys before, including anal, but never let them both in me at the same time.
That all changed after a fateful visit to one of my favourite clubs in the area. I immediately hit it off with a very attractive guy and thought “here we go again!”. But I actually lost him at some point so thought not much of it. Well, almost the same thing again! Hit it off with another very attractive guy, but I sort of dug my claws in a little more as I thought I’d scared the other guy off… I didn’t, I found him again, after hitting it off with the other guy. Well after some talking all together they gently persuaded me for a threesome, which I thought “Fuck it I really need this sort of empowerment atm” so I totally went along.
Took them back to my place, got really busy with them both, got their condoms on and we just got so into it! I was being such a slut, the whole time they must have been really shocked who they’d gone with! Gone was the seductive, charming blonde and in came the submissive, slutty whore they just had to pound like crazy! I just lost it at one point and begged the second guy I talked to to slide it up my butt, I was giving the other guy a really fast hand job but then I just sort of gripped him best i could and said i wanted them both same time… god the positioning is hard but we managed it and wow.
It is a crazy feeling, so strangely satisfying to get so filled up… but you can feel them both sort of pushing towards each other and it’s just very…. I dunno, unnatural at first… but if they get into a good rhythm and work off each other it’s really, really good, like crazy good. So that was my first DP, maybe one of many experiences, who knows?!

The Camgirl Part LXIV: For Me [FM] [Oral] [Fsolo] [Cute]

**LXIV: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam gazed down at Blake, blood boiling within as she licked his slowly softening cock, cleaning the cum off of it. She glanced at it occasionally, but for the most part, her eyes remained locked on his.

*Fuck. Did Marie ever look at me like that?*

He didn’t think so. Marie had very obviously enjoyed sex with him, enjoyed deepthroating him, and enjoyed anal. She’d never seemed disgusted or off-put by his cum, but…

*She never seemed so happy or so eager.*

As Blake licked up his cum, Liam shivered, remembering her words.

*I’m sorry I didn’t get all of it.*

She’d seemed genuinely sad that she hadn’t been able to take all of his cum in her mouth at once. He didn’t really know what to think of that, but those words had made his cock harder even as it deflated.

Finally, Blake seemed to have finished licking up his cum. Her eyes shined in the dim light as she smiled at him before resting her head on his hips, one hand still gripping his cock at the base, her jaw against his cock.

Welcome to the New Kink

Here’s one of my favorites.

There was knock at my backdoor one evening, a shy, hesitant tapping at the glass door, almost a bit seductive. The kind of tapping that makes you check yourself in the mirror before you see who’s behind the tapping. It was the polite young neighbor from down the block. She looked like she’s been crying about something, so I escorted her inside, give her a fleeting hug, my hand placed on the small of her back, that delicate dip between her ribs and her curvy, shapely backside, and lead her to the couch.

I handed her a drink, a simple gin and tonic, and listened to her story intently, but it’s one I’ve heard countless times before, and it’s both heartbreaking and a siren’s call to me. How her and her husband are struggling to start a family, timing their love making to her cycles, saving it up for exactly the right moments, reading all the literature, yet nothing ever flowers. How the doctors and the experts, with their degrees and expensive tests and more expensive tests, can’t find the answer, always have no concrete answers, but more tests. How if her husband thinks he’s the problem, he’ll die, feel emasculated, and how she feels so helpless, but she has the urge to just do . . . *something*. She looked at me imploringly, silently begging me to make the first move.

The Ticket Master Part 3 | Rough, Non-con, Blowjob, Redhead, Rape, Swallow

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/erl74e/the_ticket_master_rough_noncon_blowjob_redhead/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/es3qya/the_ticket_master_part_2_rape_noncon_blowjob_anal/)

**I think this will be the last part of this series… Unless some of you guys have any ideas on where it can go next, comment of PM me if you have any suggestions (Or any story ideas in general). Enjoy…**

‘What’s going on, Holly?’ Mr Dunn was sat on the edge of his desk, like teachers do when they’re trying to act cool. ‘These last two months… Your marks have gone down. Your essays are late. And, and your attendance has plummeted.’

Holly didn’t reply, her teacher’s concern had gone in one ear and out the other. She was focused on the bookshelf behind him. Books about the ancient Greeks, the Romans, Egyptians, Vikings. She used to love reading about classical history. Her dream since being a kid was to work in a museum. She didn’t have any dreams anymore.

Just nightmares.

Mr Dunn leaned slightly closer, genuine care on his face, ‘Holly, you used to be my star pupil. If something is happening at home…? You can tell me and we can get you help.’

[M/F] [Public] [Cheating] Las Bragas Cantina, part two.

*This is [the second part](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eow41s/spring_break_at_the_las_bragas_cantina/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) of my own story, with fictional characters. Although some of the fun parts are based on true experiences..*

Josh’s eyes lit up. “No, but I want to!” Renea had finally managed to get Josh to give up his attempt. I’d make her pay for that. Sarah cut off her kiss with Josh’s friend, although the activity under the table seemed to continue.

“So!” I sat down on the bar top and pulled my shirt and bra down to just above my nipples. I squished the lime softly at the base of my neck, letting a squirt of juice run down between my breasts. Sprinkling salt on the juice, I then unbuttoned my shorts, pulled ‘my’ panties forward and made a little gap to place the shot glass in. “Who’s first?” I popped the lime in my mouth.

“Me!” I thought it would be one of the boys for sure, but it was Renea. She seemed more eager to keep Josh out of it than interested in the shot. Josh stood up and Renea climbed out of the booth. I spread my legs and motioned for her to come forward. She hesitated, then leaned in and whispered “He’s mine” before wrapping her arms around me and licking the salt off in little kisses. My my, how spiteful. I grinned and locked eyes with Josh.

Drunk Text[cheating][oral]

Bailey sat, comfortable and curled up on the couch, her husband just a few feet away in an armchair half asleep. Her vibrant red hair was pinned up in a messy bun and she was in her sweat pants and an old t-shirt of her husbands that she liked to sleep in. An episode of American Horror Story was on the tv, but Bailey was somewhat preoccupied with something on her phone.

Bailey’s ex-boss, Karl, had been texting her for weeks. The slightly older man, in his mid forties with sophisticated salt and pepper close cropped hair, had clearly been attracted to Bailey when they had worked together, and now that she had moved on to a new job, he decided to take his subtle flirtations to the next level. He would text her at night asking what she was wearing, wanting to see pictures and even going so far as to ask her if she was touching herself. Bailey had, up until that point, brushed off his inappropriate behavior and ignored his texts. Tonight, however, her interest in his advances was more difficult to ignore. She looked over at her husband, half asleep in his recliner, and with a sly smile to herself, opened her phone and read Karl’s most recent message.