Perfect Presents (part four) [Blackmail mention] [husband/wife sex] [fingering] [oral] [group interaction]

My dreams were plagued with the way Lauren said what she did. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something going on that I didn’t know about. Something that set this particular birthday rendezvous in motion. I slept fitfully. To be honest, I probably would have been better off forgoing sleep altogether.

I did wake up off and on and would see the three girls sitting on the other bed. They were mostly talking to each other, but I don’t know what about. Mostly, though, I didn’t care to know, they were happy, smiling and I could fall back to sleep blissfully only to have my nightmares about what my wife had said echo on repeat for a few more hours.

When I finally woke up, the girls were asleep and Lauren was in the bed with me, stroking my side as I turned over to face her. Her smile was sullen and I was shaken, “Why did it sound like you were making plans to not be here for Kerri?” I asked. It was a more blunt approach than I was used to, but I needed honesty, not nuance.

Muslim Freshman Does Anything to Join University Paper Pt. 2 [Humiliation][Public][Blackmail]

Rhea received a text from an unknown number on a Thursday afternoon:
*Hey, can we meet you at the Katz Library in around half an hour? Wear something flowy, the yellow dress from last time was nice. And if you get cold feet, just remember what encompasses your catalog…*

*btw this is Alexandra*

Alex attached a scanned Polaroid depicting Rhea in all fours being double-teamed by Alex and her co-editor Charles. Rhea got the message.

Inside a large brown brick cube, Rhea made her way up the robust stairs to the nearly empty 7th floor, largely filled with History textbooks. She meekly peaked around each row of books searching for her managing editors.

Rhea eventually found the pair down a dimly lit row. Charles leaned against a bookshelf in a sleeveless shirt, while Alex sat imposingly at a short desk. “You’re late.”

“Sorry, ma’am-miss, er…” Rhea awkwardly bowed her head and walked forward. She heard strange sucking noises but didn’t press the issue.

Alex shifted in her chair. “We’ve called you here to sort out a small issue. Remember how we said you were a shoo-in for the position? Well, that was before we interviewed Marcy.”

Adventures in Petty Theft part II [MF] [BLACKMAIL] [DUBCON]

Part one of this story can be found here: [Adventures in Petty Theft Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ieqxdc/adventures_in_petty_theft_mmmf_dubcon_blackmail/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf).

I’m not going to force you to read it first or anything, I’m not your real Dad. But you might want to.

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Maddie had been lead, self consciously down a long, narrow corridor and when she realised she was headed through to the front desk area she protested.

“But I’m naked” she had wailed,
“I know” the detective replied, not turning around.
She was relieved to find that the reception area was largely deserted. A uniformed cop sat on a swivel chair, lazily pivoting in half circles and as she approached he smirked, looking her body up & down.

“Miss Vibrato, what a pleasure” he grinned, like a wolf.
The detective pushed her forward towards the uniform cop’s desk and stood close behind her, grabbing one of her ass cheeks roughly, working a finger in so it pressed against the opening of her ass. He used his other hand to yank her hair back roughly and spoke softly into her ear,

Adventures in Petty Theft [MMMF] [Dubcon] [blackmail] [cops]

Even though she was sitting in a police interview room, Maddie was feeling confident and smug. It seemed as though her father’s advice was working.
“If you’re ever picked up by the cops, don’t tell ‘em nuthin” he had said,
“Wait till they bring in someone important, someone who can make decisions. Then tell them who your father is.”
So, when she’d been picked up for stealing cosmetics at the MAC counter she had stonewalled the uniformed cops who attended the store and waited until she was sitting in front of a plain clothes cop before she said anything at all.
“Do you know who I am?” She asked, glaring at the cop defiantly.
“Ohhhh, she speaks” the cop laughed, but she continued undaunted.
“I’m Tony Vibrato’s daughter” she told him, resting her case. The cop’s eyebrow raised and his tone changed immediately.
“Oh you are, are you?” He said and she nodded. “Well that’s very interesting indeed. I apologise for this inconvenience Ms Vibrato, but I’ll need you to wait here” he told her.
“Ok” she replied and folded her arms on the table to wait. The cop left the room, closing the door behind him.

Caught in the Office – Caught masturbating in the office by a young client. [exhib] [voyeurism]

In the peak of the heat of summer the mercury had risen to a sweltering 37 degrees. The air conditioning in the office had broken and the sweat was running off my body. I had been finishing up some paperwork while waiting for my last client to arrive. It was already well past five and the office was long since deserted.

When the paperwork was done I headed to the office door and pushed it closed. I had obviously been stood up. It was nothing new, actually it happened quite frequently. People forget that I have a life too and I don’t sit and wait for them to call. I dropped back into my chair and reached for the computer.

I thought I would give my client five more minutes or at least until I read a couple of stories from this hot erotic story site I had found. I searched through the new story list eager to find something that struck my fancy or other areas. It was then that I found it, a story about a girl who liked to flash and tease guys in public. A casual flash from under her skirt revealed her lack of panties and modesty. This type of story started a nice warm little fire deep inside me.

Blackmailing My Married Aunt (Incest | Taboo | Aunt/Nephew | Cheating | Blackmail | mf)

When I joined an online dating site, I did not expect to even find a good girl to date on there. It was a surprise when I came across an account that had a picture of my aunt. I became curious to find out if someone was using her photos or if she was online under another name. Then I decided to click on her profile to find out for sure.

The photos were all of my 45-year-old aunt named Mary. Some I never saw her post online because they showed off her large cleavage in low cut shirts. Mary never wore clothing like that around the family at least. The bio on her page said that she was a single woman who was looking for hookups and noncommittal relationships. The name on the account was Jessica.

After seeing the profile, I needed to know if this was my aunt or not. I created another account with photos of a man online. Then I created the profile before messaging the account I believed was my aunt. She replied within 15 minutes. The message said that the man I choose in the photo looked sexy. It was odd just thinking that my aunt said the word sexy about a man. She was normally a prim and proper woman.

I [30F] got my favorite redditor [37M] to drive across state lines so he would indulge my fetish for domination roleplay. And then I gave him lots of pussy and ass until he had to go home at the end of the weekend. [FM]

Well, you can call me a greedy, horny bitch, but I wasn’t truly satisfied, fam. I needed mooooorrrrrre! I had [targeted an erotica author](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3kixd/fm_this_weekend_i_30f_hooked_up_with_a_guy_37m_i/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) who has writing that makes me cum reliably AND I got him to drive to me and fuck me in every major way over the course of a weekend. He was sweet, sensitive, literate, and he fucked as good with his dick as he did with those words. What more could I want?

I’LL TELL YOU!

I wanted what his previous lover got. Remember! I was first drawn to his stories about her because I felt like she was my twin. Just like her, I have a fetish for domination role play. I like when I have a trustworthy partner who I can surrender my autonomy to. I’m a feminist, but SOMETIMES I like a bit of misogynistic name calling when I’m getting fucked. As long as the dude understands it’s a game.

And don’t give me shit for that, fam. Somewhere out there a white supremacist is whacking off to the idea of his wife cheating with a black dude. It doesn’t mean he secretly wants a world where that shit happens, right? OF COURSE I’m fucking right! And if me being right bothers you then I invite you to get in the long line, the one that’s wrapped twice ?around? the fucking ?building? to kiss my ass. ?‍♀️

Looking for a creative, detailed female writer that is up for a challenge.

I am looking for something a little different today. I’d like to find a female that is interested in writing some stories. I have some scenarios that I would like to see turned in to a story from a female perspective. I would love to chat as you are writing or work together on certain parts but I am also fine with giving you the scenario and some of the things I want to happen. If you are interested in doing an actual roleplay instead I am open to that as well.

My kinks:
Sub/dom
Cum play
Foot play
Body worship
Extensive oral
Toys
Teasing
Edging
Panties
Cuckold/cuckquean
Humiliation
Anal
Blackmail
Caught

Here is an example scenario but I have several ideas to choose from:
You are 23 fresh out of college and decide to come visit your sister and her husband for a week. You book your flight months in advance. You and your sister are so excited about having a week together. Your sister ends up having an emergency at work and is forced to fly out of town for the first few days after you get here. She leaves on Monday morning and promises to be back by Thursday leaving you stuck with her husband (me) stuck at the house. There could be any number of things that lead to it but you end up seducing and taking control of me while she is gone. Maybe it ends when she gets back or maybe you blackmail me?

Femdom Hunts CEO [BDSM] [Knife Play] [Humiliation] [Male Sub] [Squirt]

I’ve been watching him.

I see the way he’s a big tough CEO on a power trip. But behind that powerful position and the persona he shows to everyone, even to himself… He is submissive. He is tired of the power, he is desperate for someone to give him the release behind closed doors.

He’s sitting over there, drinking his morning hot vanilla coffee and looking around the room. Bingo. We just locked eyes. I smile, he does a double take, and I see his ego light up on fire. Too. Easy.

I have long, sleek black hair, captivating hazel eyes, long pointy black nails, and a smile that gets me anything I want. Right now, that thing I want… Is him.

I walk up to his table and I can tell he’s getting nervous even though he’s doing everything he can to appear confident. It’s pathetic, I wait for him to speak.

“Hello gorgeous, I saw you looking at me from over here. How are you?” he is looking up at me, with that goofy grin.

Nude Photoshoot [OC][MF]

I knew Ava from my freshman year of college. We got along well because we shared a love of anime and old science fiction movies. Admittedly, she was a little more open about her love of nerd-culture, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma of, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. Even though I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd in school, youthful naivity kept my love of all things nerdy closeted. I had an irrational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because I didn’t know anybody else like me.

When it was time to leave for college, I finally felt free to express myself when I met several like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan and fit, with jet-black hair chopped at the shoulders. She had a pair of thick, wide hips with an ass and a pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the nerd-crowd and as a result, didn’t get the recognition she deserved and did not understand how hot she was. Come college-time, she had become full-figured gorgeous. Likewise, despite my sports career, I was equally shy and never hit it off with the ladies, let alone the ‘in-crowd’, and the two of us bonded over our awkwardness. When we first met freshman year of college, we dated for a few months before breaking up and going our separate ways. It was mutual.