A tale of two chicks (part 3) [MFF, light bondage]

To say that Amanda and Jessica had hit it off was an understatement. After our threesome, the two of them had become both inseparable and insatiable. They kissed and licked and fucked morning, noon, and night. Sometimes they would send me picture or videos saying “Wish you were here,” or “bet you wish you were here,” while I was at work, teasing me. All day long I’d be walking around with a hard on, my underwear wet from precum. I’d get off work and hit then up and they’d either be working or I’d get a playful “new phone, who dis?”
One day they video called me. I answered and they had set a phone up on a tripod or something at the end of their bed. They had laid a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed like a body and set a dildo up in its proper place. They positioned themselves on each side of the dick and Jessica looked at the camera and said “I know we have been teasing you, and you must have the bluest balls in the world right now. When you get off work, you’re gonna come to my house and we are going to wash you in the shower, and we’re going to lay you down like this and this is what we are going to do to you,” and then they set to sucking and stroking the dick. One would suck the shaft, the other the balls, and then they would switch by sliding their mouths up or down, kissing in the middle before switching spots. My member ached with lust as the girls increased their vigor. I could just imagine my dick being worked over by the two and I nearly wept at how beautiful it was and how intense it would feel.
Then my fucking boss called me. I hit ignore, surely it could wait. No, he called right back. It was a stupid phone call that could have been an email, and when it was over, the girls weren’t answering my call. I got a picture about thirty minutes later of the two of them laying together on the bed, their hair messed up, their faces wet, their boobs slathered in what I figured was Amanda’s squirting orgasm, with a tag saying “sorry we missed your call, we were very busy being very naughty.” My dick was so hard and my balls were so blue that I imagined my cock holding a shotgun to its head with a ball on the trigger saying “I’m gonna blow one way or another.”
Work dragged on that day. I was certain the clock was turning in reverse. I couldn’t focus. My dick had been hard for so long that when it finally went limp, it felt like a deflated balloon, stretched out and drooling what felt like a constant stream of precum.
I went home fifteen minutes early, packed my bathroom bag, hopped on my motorcycle and rode like a bat out of hell to Jessica’s house. I knocked on the door with the classic 420 knock, and I heard a playful “Who is it?” From inside.
“Its me!” I said.
“Me who?”
“Me knocking on the door with my hard dick!” I slapped my engorged member against the door.
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” I heard from inside.
“How bout now?” And I slapped my dick against the doorbell, making it ring inside.
“Oh that ‘Me knocking on the door with my hard dick,” the door flew open and the two of them were standing on the other side. Amanda was wearing a pink bikini and Jess was wearing a blue one piece. They both reached out and grabbed my exposed member and lead me gently to the bathroom, where they had drawn me a bath. They took off my clothes and told me to get in. Amanda started lathering my hair while Jess lathered up my loofah, and began washing my face and shoulders. Amanda rinsed my hair and then lathered another loofah, and they washed my arms and back, then my legs, and then my ass and cock. Amanda spent a lot of time on my cock, and I could feel it straining. Jessica took a lathered hand and stuck it in my ass crack, scrubbing it and my button. I jerked away at first and Jessica gave me that same look she gave me weeks ago before she blew me.
“Its okay, you can trust me, and you’re going to love what we do to you after we’ve washed you,” and she gently scrubbed my crack and button while Amanda continued scrubbing my quivering johnson. The feeling was getting really intense and Amanda suddenly let off, telling Jess that It looked like I was about to cum. Jess let off, and my dick just kinda jerked and convulsed, right in the edge of orgasm. They stood me up and dried me off, wrapping me in two or three towels and lead me to Jessica’s bedroom. I was in a state of bliss.
Amanda whispered into my ear something about how I was probably going to cum myself to death tonight. They laid me on the bed and took the towels away. I wasn’t expecting them to strap me down but they did. I tugged at my restraints and found myself genuinely trapped by them. I’m not really into feeling powerless. I prefer to be in control of any situation, and generally feel frustrated when I am not. They had clearly put a lot of thought into this though and I was willing to play their game. My heart was still racing, and Amanda put a pink satin blond fold over my eyes. At this point I was fightin off a panic attack. “You can trust them,” I reassured myself over and over when suddenly I felt a mouth swallow me whole while another set of lips was kissing my freshly washed torso.
The mouth on my cock lifted off me and I heard Jess say “did you remember the ear plugs?”
“Oh shit, no their still on the dresser,” and I felt Amanda get off the bed, and then I felt her stuffing a plug in one of my ears. She whispered in my other ear, “trust me, we are going to blow your mind,” before stuffing the other ear plug in.
Deprived of sight, deprived of sound, I could only feel, and smell. I heard music come on, it wasn’t loud, but it was enough to mask any sound the two of them made. One of them was sucking greedily on me, and I had no idea where the other was. I smelled a match that had been blown out, and then another smell, lavender I think. Then I felt another mouth gently sucking on my balls. I resisted the urge to buck my hips from the pleasure. Just like in the video call earlier, they were taking turns sucking my dick and my balls, sometimes making out with eachother with my head in the middle. The feeling was so intense. I could only imagine the scene, and it felt like my dick was going to pop off and fly around the room. My breathing was shallow, my toes were practically curling into the arch of my feet. My body was arching and it felt like I was levitating off the mattress. It was coming, it was coming real soon. They could tell and I felt them both sit up and let off me again. I was laying there convulsing, and pulling at my restraints. I needed release and I wanted nothing more than than to plow into one of their tight, wet, hot pussies and let loose this load I had built up. When I calmed down a bit, I felt my restraints loosen. They turned me over, and then restrained me again. My anxiety was starting to spike again. One of them pushed a pillow under my chest, and I felt another work her head under my pelvis and take my member into her mouth. I had to be all the way into her throat, and I lifted myself into a position so I could fuck her face without smothering her. I told her to slap my side three times if she was having trouble breathing. I have no idea what her response was. She bobbed and throated my cock while I gently fucked her face. My pace was starting to quicken when the other girl slapped her hands onto the sides of my ass. She held tight and I started to feel the fear again. If these girls penetrated me, I would never forgive them. Then I felt a tongue on my sphincter, and she started licking and sucking and gently probing with her tongue. The feeling was new, strange, kind of unnerving. “I can trust them, relax,” I reassured myself. The two of them were working me from the front and back, and one of them was cupping and fondling my balls. I was completely out of control of the situation, and quickly being overwhelmed by the sensations I was feeling. Once again I felt my balls tightening, my cock swelling to the bursting point.
They both stopped again. I think I actually sobbed into the pillow this time. They ran their hands all over my body, and then one of then crawled under me, and she guided my cock into her pussy. I could tell it was Jess by her heavy tits pressed against my chest. I kissed her hungrily. I felt like I was trying to fit her whole face in my mouth at one point. I felt one of my hands get freed, and it went right to her full tit. I felt my other hand get freed, but Amanda kept a firm grip on it. She pulled it behind my back, and then they pulled my other hand behind my back and I felt the cold metal of handcuffs on both of my wrists. Amanda pulled me into an upright position. I started pounding Jessica’s pussy, when suddenly I felt Amanda’s ass against my stomach. They pulled me out of Jessica and into Amanda, and we were both fucking against eachother with wild abandon. I felt Amanda’s pussy squeeze me out and gush out a massive squirt, and they pushed me back into Jess’ pussy. I was fucking and bucking like a horse at this point. I could feel the orgasm coming on. I found the safety release in the handcuffs and freed my hands. With one hand I grabbed Jess’s hip and with the other I pressed down on Amanda’s ass. They were not going to tease me any longer. I let out a loud yell, I even drooled, and I shot my hot cum into Jessica, and then pulled out and shoved my pumping cock into Amanda, shooting cum inside her too. When I was finished cumming I pulled off my blind fold, and started moving my dick in and out of their pussies. Suddenly I felt another person jump onto the bed behind me, and before I could turn around I felt tits pressed against my back, and a small hand wrap around my cock. She stroked it and stroked it, and rubbed it against their pussies. Amanda and Jessica were both smiling at me. These crazy girls had a ringer, and even with my blindfold off, I had no idea who was touching me. My cock swelled again, and after a couple minutes I came again, shooting cum over both girls, hitting the headboard.
The girl behind me pulled out my ear plugs and whispered in my ear, “thank you for always being there when I’m losing my shit, and not trying to turn a shoulder to cry on into a dick to ride on.”
I whispered her name and then collapsed on the bed, instantly falling into a deep slumber.

Cruel [Femdom] [Bondage] [Sadism] [Vibrators] [Facesitting]

She loved to see him in a state of desperation. Coming home to it was such a height of her day — she never got tired of it. Being out, knowing her man was here, struggling, writhing, enduring the pleasures and pains she had left him with made her feel so good. Something about it… This sadism deep in her heart. As she opened the bedroom door and found him, it bloomed inside her chest and she sighed happily.

“Oh, you look beautiful,” she said.

He was some guy who had tried to pick her up one night. He had no idea what he was getting himself into… what sorts of desires were held deep within her soul. She took him home. Gave him a taste of her eroticism. And now… well, now he was completely hers. She didn’t want to break him. But… she couldn’t help it. He was addicted to her treatments now.

He was secured to her bed, his wrists and ankles restrained with duct tape. She loved to use it — tearing it off his skin and hairs was so much fun. Using smaller pieces of tape she had attached multiple egg vibrators to his erect cock. There were three along his shaft. One taped to the very tip. There was one on each of his nipples as well.

Converting The Feminist Ch5 [mf][bondage][gag][anal]

Four days had passed since I chose to stay with Blake. Things were getting better, thus weakening my resolve. Blake still did things both childish and made me think he was an asshole. Every day, I got progressively more freedoms. The first day after Tyler visited, I woke up uncuffed. Originally, I thought Blake simply forgot. It wasn’t until the next day that I started to suspect he would not have me cuffed to the bed every day.

Blake didn’t give me complete freedom. Every day, I woke up locked in the same room. Sometimes, Blake would sleep the night with me. He let me out of my cell every day, but only when I could be kept close. Dresses, blouses with skirts, heels, heavy makeup; I had become the stereotypical poster girl of femininity.

Sexually, Blake was amazing and devilishly evil. When he fucked me, it was wonderful. It was never just sex. If I said or forgot to say something he didn’t approve of, I was quickly gagged. Ball gags, tape over my lips, cloth shoved in my mouth, ring gags; I never wore the same gag twice in a row.

Modern Story of Lust Part 2 [MF] [exhibition light bondage]

It’s been 2 weeks since I met Steph. We’ve been hanging out with each other fairly regularly now. The boys love her and are a little jealous. Tom especially, he keeps saying that I was lucky that he wasn’t the one to go up and save her. That’s usually when we razz him on how he would have messed up because a girl like Steph was too much for him. When Steph heard about that she teased him a little. By the time she was done with Tom it proved that she was too much for the poor guy.

That being said, me and Steph were getting ready to go out. It was Saturday night and we were going to meet the boys at one of the night clubs downtown. I was at Steph’s place waiting for her to get ready. She was still in her Lulu’s and a tank top. She’s the reason why people call Lulu’s ass pants. Her ass looked like it was sculpted in those things. It was amazing.

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [02] [FF, M] [Bondage]

[Episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j2bszr/pretentious_fianc%C3%A9e_blackmailed_coerced_to_strip/)

Setup level: long af.

## The Text Message, Sunday

Ten hours remained until Eileen and Mark’s evening plans which were to begin at 7. She sat at the kitchen table in his house alone because he had become impatient about the laundry and went to the laundromat. A boquet of flowers set in the center which Mark had given Eileen the week before cast a shadow on the table. Regions of the marigold she had not noticed, seeing it only in the evenings at dinner, had browned and contracted into wrinkles.

Eileen thought for the fifteenth time about where she might have placed the lingerie after returning home. She tried to comfort herself with imagined memories of having rooted through her bag on the way home, so that it might have fallen out in the car. Horrifyingly, the bag had no holes in it and it sealed well. In truth she did not open the bag on the way home. She set it down in the entry way when she got in and spent the rest of the night in pajamas. For the fifteenth time the conclusion was unavoidable: Eileen had left the lingerie in Angela’s bedroom.

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [01] [FF, M] [Bondage]

Setup level: long af.

## The Ring, Saturday

Eileen knew she would not find her ring in the drawer, but she wanted Mark to see her searching anyway. He said nothing and prepared himself for bed as she conspicuously inspected the drawer, bending over to peer inside it and then looking away as she felt around in it with her hand. Once she was certain that he had noticed, she waved a hand as if exasperated and then crawled into bed beside him.

The ring was a gift from Mark on their anniversary one month prior, and it was lost. He purchased it from a craftsman living in Westlake who made rings by hand, and only a few of each design. It was made of fake opal and granite carved into lizard scales which all pointed in line with the finger. No one could mistake it for another jewel, which is why Eileen had not been at ease since early that evening, when she saw another guest at the party they had attended wearing a ring of the same design. She was sure that Mark would notice. He would then ask her about her own ring, and when she told him it had been lost, he would go to work connecting dots that had no need to be connected.

My Sorority Girl

Hi everyone! I’m Jennifer Johnson, a dark erotica author. I wanted to share this story with you. I’m very proud of it and I hope you enjoy. It’s basically about a role-play that turns into a schoolgirl orgy!

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**Someone said: First, thank you so much for all the amazing stories ? I was wondering if you would write a story that’s been a huge fantasy for me. Currently I’m living my best slutty life with four partners who I love and who love each other. I’m in my late thirties and all of my partners, and their husbands or wives are all either my age or a decade or so younger. I live in a college town (ASU) and my neighborhood has a lot of students, in fact the house behind mine is a two story full of sorority women. Sometimes whenI fuck, I forget to close the blinds. My fantasy is imagining those young women watching; learning what good, real dominate, body positive, toy positive, fucking looks like. Naturally I’ve also masturbated imagining one of them getting up the courage to ask for a demonstration. Thought it would make a really hot story.**

Claimed [Femdom] [Facesitting] [Bondage] [Edging] [Sadism]

My cock kept pushing against the fabric of my briefs. She had been pushing against it. Poking and prodding it for so long, driving me mad. At last, she stopped, crawling up my body and grinning down at me. Her face was flushed red. Her chest heaved. So excited.

“I could tease you for days if I could. But we’re not here for your pleasure, are we?”

“No, Mistress.” I responded how she wanted me to. I learned quickly. Every response that wasn’t that gave me a taste of the flog beside us.

She moved up higher and pressed herself down, my face entering the warmth between her breasts. Her legs were together, all of her weight upon my body, upon my straining cock, upon my heart. She wrapped her arms around me, forcing them between my body and the bed and squeezed. I happily breathed her in as much as I could. She sighed happily. Spread her legs and rubbed her bare pussy across my body… then down, rubbing it up and down my trapped erection. Her mouth claimed mine and her tongue entering me made my eyes roll back in my head.

Egyptian Nights: The Heretic [M/F] [Bondage]

“Your Holiness, we will go in with you, if you bid us,” one of his servants said with whispered words.

The golden sand was illuminated by their quivering oil lamps, casting warped shadows into the moonless night. He only needed their escort here. The power he would obtain inside would render such mortal needs irrelevant. His most loyal waited around a nearby dune to slaughter them all. Nobody must know he was here.

The great cities where far away, still the Great Tombs of Egypt could be seen. They where built to glorify the countless dead demigods inside. Completely unlike the one he was about to enter. This one was completely buried beneath the sands. There was only one being inside and it was very much alive.

The priest looked over the moonlit entrance to the prison tomb. It was a gaping stone hole in the sand but a little light revealed a bottom not too far down. There where no other entrances or stairs down. This tomb was never meant for access by worshipers like the Great Tombs. What was entombed here was to be forgotten.

Converting The Feminist Ch4 [mf][bondage][gagged][consensual slavery]

After Blake threw me back in my room, I could tell how furious he was. I knew why too. Tyler spilled some information Blake hadn’t wanted me to know and was also trying to blackmail my husband into sharing me. If Blake was serious about me being his, I would be okay. Based on that and Blake’s history of being honest with me, I had a heavy feeling in my gut he’d turn me over.

While Blake and Tyler were arguing, I took the opportunity to pick at my tape bindings. I wished my nails were a bit longer as this would have been so much easier. It also didn’t help that Blake lift the nipple clamps on me. Every time I struggled too much or got frustrated, I would end up having my nipples tugged on.

Numerous attempts were made, but none succeeded, leading to my ultimate surrender. I laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to refrain from throwing another fit or crying. I’d done more crying in the past few days than my entire life. Curiously, I wondered if I cried enough would my tear ducts dry up? Not crying ever again over the person who hurt me most would be a happy change.