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.)

Thinking of You [Scifi][MF][ENF][voy][oral][reluc][nc]

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**Warning:** This is a scifi / fantasy story that includes non-consensual sexual acts, groping, embarrassed nude females, voyeurism, oral sex, regular sex, and reluctant participants. To be clear, it’s about mental fantasies, and there’s back-story to drive it, but non-con is non-con, and I don’t want anyone to be surprised.

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**Thinking of You**

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Anna woke up around midnight feeling a cock slide into her, slow at first, but it started increase in pace after thirty seconds or so. She’d gone to bed around ten, hoping to get a little sleep, but it didn’t feel like she’d slept much at all.

“Fuck.” She hissed. She wouldn’t mind so much, especially as—at least, in the moment—it felt pretty good but she also *really* wanted to get a solid six to eight hours of sleep, and she barely managed that twice in the past two weeks. “Ahh!” She gasped, her nipples teased to hard points, and she was so wet she knew she’d be feeling it in on the sheets afterward. Another two minutes of intense fucking went by and then she felt warm spatter of come on her belly, her tits, even a little on her face. “Too fast.” She muttered, sitting up and looking down at her naked body. There was nothing there, of course, just the lingering sensation, a little of her own wetness on the bed sheets, but the rest? That was just part of the new reality.

Bathtime – [DDlg] [tickles] [blowjob] [CIM]

Baby was in the bathtub getting sudsy. She was playing with the warm soapy water while Daddy rolled his sleeves up to wash her. Daddy knelt down beside the tub and started rubbing Baby’s back.

“Is the water warm enough, Baby?” Daddy asked as he squeezed her shoulders a little.

“Yes, Daddy,” Baby smiled up at him.

She was so pretty and she looked so happy sitting in her bath. He liked doing things to make her comfortable, because he felt so proud to have–he was sure–the cutest Baby any Daddy ever had. He soaped up his strong hands as Baby splashed water over her beautiful breasts.

Daddy was rubbing his soapy hands across her shoulders as he watched her boobies bounce in the water as she splashed happily. Her nipples were getting hard, and so was Daddy. He reached his hands down her chest and started rubbing her nipples, cupping the underside of Baby’s large, lovely funbags.

“Daddy!” Baby squealed, feigning disapproval.

“I have to be very thorough washing you,” Daddy explained as he pinched her nipples.

She gasped. “Like that, Daddy?”

The Gardener (FM)

The odd tales about Tom’s cock piqued Stephanie’s curiosity. The gardener had been working at Lady Bizelle’s mansion since January, and he had already become a favorite amongst Stephanie’s friends. She would not have thought much about it, if it weren’t for the contradictory stories about his cock.

“He is a perfect fit for my mouth. Not too long or thick, so I can take it all without gagging or hurting my jaw. It is the perfect cock to give a blowjob to”, Laura told her in great confidence.

“He is HUGE. I never felt so full. It seemed like there was not an end to it. Inch after inch after inch. And so thick. Oh my God!”, was Berry’s tale, told with a hand between her legs while sitting in the back of a carriage.

“He cums so discreetly. No stains. No cleaning afterwards. I think he may be, uhm, sterile or something because he shoots almost no cum at all. It is so convenient! I hate it when I get stains of semen on my skirts”, was the snobbish praise by Elizabeth, told over tea.

I became “free use” for a week-end camping [FMM]

In my second year of college, I was kind of broke. No, not kind of broke – absolutely broke. I refused to go into debt and while I worked part-time at a good grocery store (the kind that pays way above minimum wages), it was barely enough to pay tuition, rent, utilities and a bit of food. I’m not going to say that I starved, but my budget for food was a couple of dollars a day. This in effect meant I had very little money to do, well, pretty much anything else.

I did go to bars quite often, and got my fair share of drinks paid by men, but this was the extent of the fun I could have. After a tough term, I was really exhausted, and badly needed vacations to rest and recover. I looked at trip at some beach places, but hey, there was no way I could even think about affording that.

Dorm shower blowjob [FM]

This is a bit of a follow up to my previous story, with the same guy.

Not long after we started dating, I spent the night with him in his dorm room one Friday night since we were planning to get up early and go hiking together. In the morning, we woke up around 6, each grabbed a change of clothes and a towel and went to shower. He went to the men’s room at one end of the hall, I went to the women’s room at the other end. I got in the shower, stripped down, and turned the water on only to discover the shower wasn’t working. None of the showers in the women’s room were, tried the sinks, nothing. This was odd, so I wrapped the towel around me and went down the hall to see how he was faring. I cracked the door to the men’s room and heard the distinct sound of a shower running. I called out his name.

“Yeah?” he said sounding a bit startled.

“There’s no water in the bathroom, is it working in here?”

“Yeah, it’s fine here.”

“Can I just shower in here?”

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.’

[MF] She [18F] sucked my [30M] eggy sausage and now breakfast makes me horny.

This is going to sound weird, but I wanted to share because I didn’t know if anyone else shared this weird food kink that I just developed.

It all started when I was browsing reddit while talking to my girlfriend, Becca. I saw [this post](https://limitlane.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/335116.gif) and the bread just looked so fucking fluffy and nice like I really could eat 12 of those by myself or take a nap on a bed of bread. When I shared the post with Becca she said,

“I’m such a slut for bread, you have no idea. God I just love it so much.”

Her choice of words turned my train of thought towards sex so I replied, “I wanna stick my dick in the bread and watch you eat it while you suck my dick.” She agreed enthusiastically.

We got into a whole conversation about how eating food off of each other’s bodies would be hot and what other food would be delicious or fun to eat off of each other. First we thought ice cream, but that would almost definitely be too could for genitals and needs to be limited to nipples only. We both love eggs and she was really insistent on an omelette being a good option, but I immediately said that even better than an omelette would be a runny egg oozing around my cock for her to lick up.

EXP-1: She broke up the band [MF]

This is my first time posting here so i want to preface this by saying i like talking about sexual experiences with people. I used to post on other subreddits and find people to share with but that has dried up. So i figured instead of trying to find one person, ill just put it out there for numerous people to read. I hope someone enjoys this as much as i loved remembering/typing it.

Brief rundown of what happened prior to the story…

Friend of mine, Clint, started dating a girl named Ally. Clint and I were in a band together. They spent all their available time together which caused him to be late for practice and shows. Caused a huge rift between us which resulted in our girlfriends fighting with each other and her(Ally) using knowledge that I trusted him with against me. That led to me quitting the band and refusing to talk to him. Clint made multiple attempts to talk to me/get me back in the band but i refused. A year and a half goes by until one day when i messaged her on Facebook to apologize.

Christy Pulls Me Into A Meeting (Christy01) [MF] [fiction] [voyeur] [workplace]

Like many tech companies, the one that I work for has many employees located abroad in India.  To make working together easier, all of our conference rooms are equipped with a TV and camera system so that by looking at a large TV on the wall, it was like you were in a room together with people from across the world.

I’ve always preferred to keep a later schedule at work.  I get to sleep in late and by the afternoon when all the early birds have cleared out; it’s quiet, there are only a few people around, and we mostly just keep to ourselves.  I can concentrate on the tasks at hand without needless interruptions or chatter.  And I have my privacy, which means I can waste time on Reddit if I want.