Meet me at the Deep Taco tonight.. I have a Mmm.. question for you.. CL” Cy looked at the scrap of paper. “Oh, so now you want to meet” playing hard to get would be a lot more fun if he wasn’t still staring at the note. “I wonder when we would have bumped (his cock was rock hard after reading into his thoughts) into one another.. Butt yes we shall meet” finishing his thoughts with a very cocky grin. The massive clock moaned sex at the very moment this night began. “Hey Devon, could I get a.. (taking a second to browse the wall menu) number sex with a side of your moanable fry’s” Cy order has changed since the last time he was here. “That will be eight sexty (holding out his hand for the payment). Trying something different this time” Devon was pressing for info cause unlike the Beaver Rewards new changes by the minute. “Yea man, I’m meeting someone (Devon absorbed this information like a sponge). She wants to ask me something (news flash a girl wants to meet a drummer, that is one of the most boring bits of gossip to cum up).. any idea what?” Cy was playing the same thing, trying to press Devon for answers. “Ooh man sorry butt I don’t hear to much about her (grinning like a fool) maybe if I had a naughty, I mean name then I could help you more” Devon stated. Without a sound, a sent or a breeze she was standing behind her biggest weakness, the man who would make her becum wet with just a look. Clasping her hands behind her back, feeling her cum as it started to bead up along her lips. Then it happened, just like the first time, every time, he turned towards her. Catching her eyes with his, she could no longer control her horniness, her pussy let go. “Speak of the devil and she shall arrive” his word seemed like melodies by the time they reached her ears, even the tickle of cum as it streamed down her legs looking for the cock that caused such a mess. “Don’t worry I remember your order. I’ll have them done in a cock” Devon turned around.
“Here are your orders one sex for you with moanable fry’s and one nine for you and I’ll put that on your tab” Devon brought the food butt the talk had not started yet. “How are you (breaking the ice was always the hardest thing to do), you look so.. (mentally licking his lips, staring at her voluptuous rack) tasty after our last interporn” ‘what did you just say “tasty” duh you stupid fuck’ Cy was very turned on by her smell alone. “I am fine (I would be fucking awesome if I had your cock in me) and Umm.. yea about that, tasty part (all of her saliva had gone to her cunt as of now she was talking with a dry mouth) Umm.. I mean Umm.. would you Umm.. … … take me to the Y for dinner” my goddess I bet my face is as red that hot sauce that just squirted across the room. Squeezing her breast together, giving him that pouty lips that means I want to swallow your cock look. Taking his dinner in one bite, swallowing it all without a chew or hot sauce, “Umm.. Sure” if that want plan enough then his cock would get the point across. “Let’s say after dinner.. my place” Clarissa told without batting a eye.
“Now to make my dreams cum true” Clarissa whispered leaning forward just enough to expose her bare skin just under her shorter miniskirt. Feeling masculine hands as they mauled her tits. Pulling, twisting, kneading them till her nips got rock hard. Her hair swept to one side, exposing her delicate neck just the perfect spot for his lips to start. She knows how to make the most ferocious man bend to her desire and this was it. Feeling his cock as it spanked the side of her ass, squeezed in her ass crack knowing that it wanted to make her kitty cry out in pleasure as it beat her down. Draping one arm around his neck or at least trying to. He dropped, pushing her forward knowing the the bed was there to stop her advance. The heat from his breath as it blew across her cunt, tagged her asshole before dissipating into the moans that was building. Forceful yet gentle, demanding butt fair, these were some of the words that flew through Clarissa’s mind only moment’s before her first orgasm in this location. His tongue was broad and strong forcing her lips to allow it to lick anything in it’s way. The tightness in her stomach, the shortness of breath, Clarissa’s mind scrambled trying to find the right words when all that was available was the low moaning that started in her gut. “OooOoooOoooo.. … Ooooh.. … OooohOooohOooohOoooh.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesssssssss..” grabbing ahold of the comforter in fierce grip, her mouth wanting to suck something, anything. Biting into the comforter, the orgasm not yet through with the interloper that had summoned it into being. “Ooooh yesss.. fuckkk yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh.. lick.. lick.. Ooo fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm” was blurted out. “I.. I am OooohOooohOooohOoooh (arching her back, popping her tits out) fuck Mmmmmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa’s voice was gone all she could do is scream for pleasure, butt he had just begun on her pussy. His tongue, Cy’s one verbal assault tool was being used to commit the atrocities of pleasure against Clarissa’s wet pussy. Pulling her hands from the comforter, forcing them to obey her commands, arching her back once more, Clarissa struck. Each hand had spanked the appropriate tit, had gripped her nipples as his tongue touched deep inside of her. “… … Ooo.. … Ooooh.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh.. …” was all she had left butt her cum still spilled out. Dotting the floor where she leaned, between her cum and his spit the only thing left to do is..
A solid strike against her bare bum, a solid whack to her dairy air, not from his hand butt from his cock
Realizing that she was to orgasmic to simply to drop to her knees to give him head. Instead her picked her up, spun her body around so now her tits where facing him. Draping both legs over each shoulder, he delved back into her pussy. Taking her clit as his prize and her throat as his own pocket pussy. Opening her mouth to moan, he sensed it, pushing her face towards his cock. “Ohh the rock hard cock I have been teasing all day since dinner, I’m just curious how far I can..” with a hand to the back of her head, he feed his cock to his little sweet whore. Raking her clit, diving even deeper into her pussy, he kept feeding her his cock. “OooOoooOoooo OooOoooOoooo.. Ooo OooOoooOoooo..” he felt her lips touching his pelvis. Pressing hard on her head as he went deeper into her pussy, swallowing everything that his tongue brought out including her cum.
Tag: BDSM
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 30 Lesbian Lust: 101 Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)
Lesbian Lust: One on One
Approaching Angie from behind, already in a flock of subs willing an able to spread there legs just for the taste of the dominant. Her red hair blowing in the breeze, the soft breath of an outsider caressing her neck, circling around the bottom of her ear. “Hello love” Clarissa’s word sang like the dirty angel she is inspiring to be. “Can I speak with you.. in private ” allowing her hand to drift down to her swelling breast’s. “I really need to talk to.. you” Clarissa whispered once again.
The moon started to rise. Just a sliver or red against the blackened sky. The waters reflection danced on her flesh. “Are you sure you want to do this” Angie’s whispers brought rise to Clarissa’s skin. The queasy feeling, the goosed flesh that ran down Clarissa’s spine. “Ooooh.. Mmm.. Mmm Mmmm” Clarissa moaned, Angie’s tongue crossed the space between the shoulder blades. Her kiss echoed as it traced down her spine, as her hands mauled at her tits. “Yes, Oh yesss.. Ooooh yesssssssss” Clarissa moaned as Angie’s hands cupped her golden globe’s, fingers pinched her nipples. Her breath cascaded down to the small of Clarissa’s back followed very closely by her tongue. “Ohh fuckkk Angie, I’m.. I’m cuming again OooohOooohOooohOoooh shit OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Angie’s kisses turned into bites, her slender back poofed out as her shapely ass now took the scene. Dragging her claws down Clarissa’s sides, biting her ass cheek. The rumble from her gut made the skin becum once more speckled with tiny bumps. Spreading her legs a little bit more in hopes that Angie will continue her southward journey. “I’m so fucking wet for you.. Ooooh” Clarissa bae once more trying to find that happy medium between panting for more and a all out orgasm. Gripping the blankets, biting the pillow as the next wave of cum splashed against her pussy walls. “I can’t.. … it Oh.. yes Ooooh Ooooh.. fuck yes.. yesss” Clarissa let the overwhelming sensation of the next orgasm start to drag her away, nails already hooked into any loose fabric they could find. Her pillow looking like it just came by itself. The first lick, the ginger, the bold, the your my fucking whore as Angie’s tongue lapped at Clarissa’s asshole. Then it started. To make love too, to fuck the hole, to turn Clarissa’s world upside down as more orgasm where building. More cum as the pink ocean turn in on it self. Shaking her head no, silently howling at the rising moon, panting as Angie went beyond the rim job. Wanting to reach back to stop the torture that Angie was doing to her pussy, the torture that Clarissa’s clit was under going. “Stop.. s…p (taking a shaky breath in) pl..s.. ..op I’m.. ..’m c..ng so (taking a second breath in, her lungs screaming they wanted air butt her body winning out as more orgasms where being delivered) f..k..g har.. Ooo OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa body was begging for more orgasms, more heart pounding, hair pulling orgasms. When finally the tongue flicked over that zone between the pussy and the asshole, the neither zone of sexual desire. Hooking her tongue as it invaded Clarissa’s moist pussy, dipping so far down to make more orgasms bubble to life. “Ooooh fuck me.. fuckkk Mmm.. Ooo yes Ooo.. … OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” feeling the pull to the shoulder the overwhelming urge to flip over butt when that didn’t work Clarissa could feel Angie’s body pressed against hers, the breath cuming in and out at a rapid pace and a tongue dancing on her ear. “Now you shall do me, my little pet” Angie raked back Clarissa’s hair. As Clarissa found herself on top, lip locked in the Lesbian Lust: One on One.
Birthday girl (M/f) (BDSM)
She stirred, a quiet dreaming moan punctuating the muted clink of metal chain links under the comforter. She was chained, as always, in Master’s bed, sleeping on her side facing away from him. He was propped up on one elbow with his free hand exploring her body possessively. He brushed his fingers between her legs, pleased to find her smooth cunt wet and dripping as always.
His slave, his property was a marvelous creature he mused. There were many reasons this was so, and one of them was her body’s ability, trough training and conditioning and natural propensity, to remain in a steady and constant state of arousal. There were two purposes to this condition, neither of which were related to her pleasure. No, he had trained her body to be always ready and available to receive his cock (or anything else) in it’s various holes with as little discomfort or effort on his part as possible. Second, a permanent state of need kept his property always eager to serve and obey.
Higher Stakes Pt. 1 – Blackmail BDSM (MF)
Mrs Elaine makes the sudden move, rook to take my bishop, my king left temporarily exposed. Her pearl necklace dangles down to the top of her chest, moving with each twist of her hand as she drags the piece gracefully across the board to put me in check.
‘Check, Mister Sanderson.’
Nodding, I look up at her, her brown eyes flickering with the fireplace heat behind me. Her draping brunette hair flirts with the middle of her arms as she shuffles slightly in the armchair and eyes me cautiously but hungrily.
‘You really are playing for high stakes aren’t you?’
‘What made you ever think I was playing for low stakes Mister Sanderson?’
I watch her back just as carefully, smiling, touché. She reciprocates with full ferocity, her eyes ablaze. She wasn’t here for just the chit chat, there was something else on her mind.
‘What are you playing for exactly Mrs Elaine?’ My brow furrows, the heat in the room growing as the sparks flick out onto the stone in front of the fire.
Her First Time [BDSM, M/f]
*Hello! Here’s a little story by special request… I hope you enjoy! Another fantasy of mine.*
She struggled to keep herself steady as she approached the hotel elevator. Her hands shook as she pressed the “up” button, and her throat began to close as she listened to the whirr of the machinery behind the metal doors. They parted, and she stumbled over her shoes as two businessmen stepped around her. Suddenly self-conscious, she gulped as she entered the elevator. The light music did little to calm her. She pushed the button to his floor — 25 — and tried to take in a slow, deep breath. Hurriedly, she checked her appearance within the mirrored box that carried her upwards, smoothing her long brown girls and swiping on a last touch of lip gloss over her rosebud mouth. She straightened her blouse over her sheer pink bra — a little surprise. She hoped he would like it.
*He*. The man she would give her virginity to, who would take her and ravish her just the way she liked… she shivered, and felt her pussy moisten.
Uncharted: Finding Ubar (Chapter 3-Supply Trip) [Fanfiction] {BDSM] [Bondage] [Rope Bondage} {Hogtie Bondage] {Panty Gagged} {Pantyhose} {Encasement} {Mummification}
I’m back! Apologies for the break in posting my Uncharted bondage novels. Here is chapter 3 of my first Uncharted novel, Finding Ubar. It features Nate and Sully sneaking their way onto Marlowe’s supply plane heading to Ubar while Elena faces bondage torture at the hands of Marlowe and Rameses as they approach the desert city. Enjoy!
The next morning; the Yemeni cafe
“NATE, WAKE UP! WAKE UP KID! GODDAMMIT!”, yelled Sully, who had managed to escape Marlowe’s goons as Nate was still knocked out from his blow in the cafe square. “That’s it, time for drastic measures!”, Sully said as he got a barrel of water and splashed it onto Nate. “Finally, thought I lost ya”, said Sully as Nate came to. “Sully, is that you?….”, slowly mumbled Nate as he woke up. “OH SHIT…..ELENA! “SULLY WE GOTTA GO GET HERE! MARLOWE’S GOT HER….”, yelled Nate as he realized that Marlowe had kidnapped Elena.
The Breeding Machine (Chapter 3 – 4)
**[Incest] [Pregnancy risk] [Coercion] [Kidnapping] [Exhibitionism] [Girl / Girl] [Girl / Boy] [DD/LG] [Oral fixation] [Light BDSM] [Interracial]**
If you’re new, you can read Chapters 1 – 2 here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g55ozi/the_breeding_machine_chapters_1_3_oc_incest/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g55ozi/the_breeding_machine_chapters_1_3_oc_incest/)
# CHAPTER THREE: WEEK ONE
And so, here we are.
I look across to you, resilience in my eyes. We’re sitting there, on our bed, on our first week of the chamber. The air is still, and warm, but your hand feels cold. I see the worry in your eyes.
“Hey” I whisper “It’s gonna be ok, we don’t have to do anything. We’re gonna be fine”
“You don’t know that” you reply, without turning your head. You just sit there, facing forward at the large metal door, wishing you had the key. And you were right. I didn’t know any of that. Running your fingers through mine, you turn to me.
“I’m scared… that…” you falter, pursing your lips and shaking your head before continuing “I’m scared that we’re going to give in”
The thought had crossed both our minds. The rules were simple. Just play by the rules, and no one gets hurt. But disobey the overseers, and we’d go hungry for days.
The Incubus part 2 [Fantasy] [Kidnapping] [torture] [BDSM] [sadistic] [forced orgasm]
**The Incubus**
**Part 2**
I walk away from the table where Elyse is bound naked and spread-eagle. I open a large cabinet against the wall. The cabinet is made of very old oak, standing nearly 7 feet high and 10 feet wide. Opening the huge french doors reveals a large assortment of floggers, single tail whips, riding crops, paddles and canes. At the sight of this collection Elyse releases a loud scream.
“No, you can’t.” she pleads. “You can’t torture me, this is sick, this is so fucked up.”
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 29 Dreams of Perversion Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)
“Do I have his vibra-number.. Mmm” scrolling through the limited numbers she had. “Mmm.. no I don’t (checking the clock on the wall) well that’s okay I just.. (yawn)” not having the time to cover her mouth. The blinking of her eyes started to slow down until finally there was no blink. “Where am I?” She questioned her self as she stared out the massive multi panned window. “Duh Clarissa, you are back at my place. Don’t you remember you said you wanted to cum here so here we are.. naked just like you requested and Umm hard just like what you like” Cy said kneeling on the floor. Her ass teasing his manhood butt half the time she would just tease him then, wham bam thank you sir and she was up and gone. “Not tonight, I’ll just..” Cy’s cock started to swell as the plan became reality. Attacking her ass, Cy’s tongue slithered out and tagged her hot fucking cunt. Not giving her anytime to respond, pressing her chest into the factory loft window while his hands tagged her ass intermittently. Pushing her ass open as his tongue struck even deeper in her cunt, pulling her back wall closer as his lips locked on to her asshole and pleasure hole. “What are.. are Ohh fuckkk Mmm Mmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss..” her first orgasm rolled out of her all too soon for comfort. Gasping for breath, reaching for him. Only to find his hands wrestling control over hers. Locking his hand around both her wrists, seizing her arms in the small of her back. “I think you owe me tonight princess” Cy whispered in her cunt as his tongue drug itself up. Taking any sanity she had left, passing her asshole, her no no zone.. butt not without incident. His tongue pierced her ass, going all anal for the first time. “Ooooh Mmm Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk Mmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkking yesssssssss..” her legs folded. “Was she falling, if so to where, to the window sill, to the floor?” Clarissa’s questions would be answered with the softness of the bed as it came rushing up to catch her. A hard slap fell from his hand tagging her already vulnerable ass. The cheek reddened, “This will teach you to tease me with that incredible ass of yours!” He had her pinned down with his arm across the small of her back. Putting his full weight on her butt that was not the worst thing not by far. “Let me see (sticking his middle finger in Clarissa’s asshole) now what shall we do..” it took forever so it seemed butt Clarissa was cuming this entire time. “My cock is to big for your tiny little asshole” wait did he release my back.. my body.. I can breath” the thought rolled through Clarissa’s mind, opening her mouth to suck in a new breath, to suck in a new.. dildo? “That’s it baby get it nice and wet, do you feel the spear type head.. how it stretches your asshole.. no? Well let me show you how it feels” as Cy pulled the butt plug from Clarissa’s mouth, having her hold her lips together as it pulled them apart. “No no you can’t..” struggling just a little, putting up a little resistance. Butt that came all crashing down at the first probe to her asshole. Now determined to stop him from doing that, “You.. you get that.. Ahh, that thing away (angling her body to break his hold) from me!” Bowing her back as her arm picked up her chest, “Perfect my little whore (a solid spank landed across both cheeks and covered her new butt plug) I can see your going to be sleeping in the wet spot.” “What is he talking about (hips trying to buck butt finding it difficult due to his arm once again crossing the small of her back) I don’t.. have.. tOoo cuMmm Mmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss..” trusting her hips forward and back wards. “Now maybe I’ll fuck..” Cy’s voice fading away. “Why, why I was enjoying that butt plug..” popping open her eyes. Seeing her ancient computer, her stack of letters, her.. “Hello is anybody in there. Today when I say closing time at five fingers o’clock that means you leave” Raz filled the doorway. “You better have that article on my desk by titty o’clock or you can look elsewhere for employment” still rubbing the dream from her eyes. “Mmm, I’ll have your article by sex or my name is not (feeling the aftershock’s of so many orgasms) Clarissa Love” she said as her fingers started to relive the dream from Jax point of view.
The MILF resort Pt 3. Three sexy asses lined up for a whipping. [MFFF] [non-con] [BDSM] [Picture evidence]
You can catch up with [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzj015/the_milf_resort_and_the_ropes_by_the_pool_mfmf/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzj015/the_milf_resort_and_the_ropes_by_the_pool_mfmf/) here or on my profile.
Trigger warning: this story contains elements on non-consent.
While Avery was basking in his new found fame, not everyone at the resort was fairing quite so peachy. Jackie, in particular was wishing that her little fair peachy was getting bruised more often. It had been months since she orgasmed with a man, and barely was able to by herself, recently. The toughest part was seeing so many other people obviously making progress, while she was left unsatisfied, wanting, craving, thirsty but never able to quench it. She was slightly ashamed to admit that she had been taking notes during the presentations as well. This afternoon’s exercise left her with a title of winner, but dissatisfaction of losing.
She had gotten ready today and looked quite good. She took extra time yesterday to sit in the spa after a wax and a salt scrub. Maybe that’s why her teenage son came so quickly during the exercise. She wore a low cut thong and sexy push up underneath some fairly innocuous clothes. Maybe he didn’t expect the surprise. She had barely taken off her top, and her pants were still at her thighs before she heard a sniveling, embarrassed, grunt. She rolled her eyes and let out a disappointed sigh. She even waited a full minute before reaching up to ring the bell. It was the first ring of the contest. The prize she won was 2 hours of spa time. How ironic.