collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Check out previous parts here
Part [1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/or1497/reluctant_freeuse_family_part_1_mf_bs/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Part [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/or15pa/reluctant_freeuse_family_part_2_mf_fd/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
**Julia**
( all characters are not real and 18+)
When the young woman [Elizabeth](https://www.reddit.com/r/ElizabethOlsen/comments/dkgxgt/queen_of_sideboob/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) married into the family she knew what she was signing up for. This family had a tradition that dated back as far as anyone could remember and was a rule that had to be followed 100%. The rule was simple, any woman 18 years or older was allowed to be used as a free use slut to any man 18 years or older in the house. Elizabeth was 18 when she married her husband who came from a very old wealthy family, and she fully supported the rule of letting her husband fuck her whenever he wanted however he wanted, she ever expected she’d be able to share the burden with many daughters when they came of age, yet out of the 3 children she had, only the youngest was a girl. As her sons began coming of age, she found the rule even more difficult to maintain, with her husband and two horny sons, she found during the day she had a cock in her more often than not, yet she still supported the rule, even if she found it tedious. She believed it was important to keep the sexual health of the men in her family important, and when her daughter turned 18, she made sure to impress that importance on her as well. The Daughter of this family [Julia](https://www.reddit.com/r/JuliaMerekouliasPics/comments/o30dbw/how_long_until_onlyfans/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) however, was less impressed with the rule, while she followed it, she wasn’t devoted to it the same way her mother was and partook reluctantly. The story of this family starts today on Julia’s 18th birthday being introduced to her new life
*This story line starts here:* [Training a personal slave](https://www.reddit.com/user/jennifer-klein/comments/o1xmsf/training_a_personal_slave/)*.*
After such an erotic day finally feeling him inside me made me quiver, slowly raising up and going down, I have to hold myself to not cum right away. I leaned down touching his chest with my breasts and pressing his nipple clamps. I hear a moan resembling something in between satisfaction and pain, I lightly touch his lips with mine, gently kissing him and pinching his sides with my hands. I go up and down on him again and add more lube – his foreskin is fully stretched with cock rings and I need us both to be a well oiled machine:)
I stood up, reached out behind me and grabbed the stretched balls into my hand, wringing them rather hardish, squeezing another moan and started riding him intensely right away, pressing his body into the bed with every push. I closed my eyes, focusing fully on the sensations, slowly increasing both speed and power, hitting him hard every time,I felt a warm feeling going through my body. I push one hand into his mouth deep, kneading my fingers into the back of his tongue. Taking them out fully wet I pressed the tips a little lower my clit, massaging myself with the whole palm while feeling him penetrating me deep inside with my each push.
[Rachel’s Saga Erotic Story Hub](https://www.reddit.com/user/Butterflies-n-cream/comments/odwnf8/rachels_saga_erotic_story_hub_female_pov/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) – Links to the previous chapters are at the top of the post if you’d like to read them. The bottom of the post has plot and character summaries for those who’d like to get up to speed a bit faster (warning summaries may contain minor plot spoilers!). 😉
Chapter 8: A Point of Light
The birds were singing again as I opened my eyes. There was a grey sky today, and it kept our basement room dim. The fact it wasn’t just mine for once gave me reason to be cheery despite the dismal day. Holly was still asleep on the mattress next to me so I slid off as quietly as I could to avoid waking her. I hurried over to the bathroom and sat there on the floor quietly for a while, feeling a bit ill. I never did throw up, but sitting here was fast becoming part of my morning routine.
After a few minutes the feeling started to fade, so I went through my morning routine as quietly as possible before returning to the main room.
I arrive at the bar a few minutes early. The place is packed but somehow I manage to slip into a corner table high enough to see out across the crowd. Twenty and thirty-somethings fill this place, and I can’t help but be drawn into the different hopeful storylines unfolding across the room. In a place where very little can be heard above the music and the noise of the crowd, it’s fascinating—almost erotic—to watch body language begin to speak the things where words might fail. Old fashioned in hand, I wait and watch.
She barely hears his joke but still laughs, brushes her hair back and playfully touches his forearm. Another man calls out his drink order, puffs up his chest and strikes his best alpha pose behind a group of women he’s been eyeing for the past 10 minutes. A woman gives a lingering glance in a man’s direction only to coyly look down when his eyes find hers. She tucks her hair behind her ear and pretends to be interested in what her friends are saying. There’s this palpable yet unspoken sense of seduction beneath the surface here, where eyes talk and intentions become clear with gazes held too long.
Travis checked that no one was in the hallway, then he quietly snuck down to Sadie’s room. It was right next door to his best friend Mitchell’s room. Sadie was Mitchel’s 17-year-old younger sister.
The door was cracked halfway open as he leaned inside. Suddenly, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room, quickly and quietly closing the door behind them.
It was dark in the room, and Travis’ eyes hadn’t adjusted from the bright hallway lighting yet.
Her warm, soft body pressed up against him, leaning him into the door at his back. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist while soft lips nibbled along his jawline.
His hands slid down over a warm, full ass, wearing a pair of tight yoga pants. He grabbed two luscious handfuls and pulled her body against his. His instant hard-on eagerly greeted the pressure of her thigh against his cock.
(((( throwaway account yeah obviously ))))
First, I think you enjoy some pics, just so you know and feel comfortable when we will be talking about it and you can have some images of me in your thinking process.
That’s my ass because this kinks is about my enjoyments of surprise doggy… hahahaha
( comments turns me on a lot )
Here are my ass (1 and 2)
[i am waiting you in the entrance 1/2](https://www.nsfwupload.com/image/XZ9iM)
[do you too enjoy my ass 2/2](https://www.nsfwupload.com/image/XZA2T)
I actually have accomplished it (dozens times) with my partner.
This one is called “bang me in the entry as soon as you arrive”
Thanks if I received positive feedback I will let you know about the other one called “meet me and doggy bang me each time”
This fantasy turns me on like a lot.
Let me tell you about it : you opens my home door. As you arrive home, you enter, but you do not ask me how my day was, nor how I am, or if I am feeling great.
Instead you starts immediately using me for sexual needs. You starts bending me. You fuck me over. You pull my hair. You starts and you pound me.
So yeah. If that got you excited, know that got me excited too. You got me.
I’d like to get shocked and feel you destroying my holes.
Paul Cantor lay down, prepared himself for sleep, but it didn’t come. Another restless night, he thought. Fuck this, I need some sleep, he went on. Not being a big fan of sleeping with Prince Valium, Paul had taken a Sleep-Ezy capsule, a herbal remedy that was supposed to give him a hit of Vitamin B, a de-stress capsule. This often took the edge off and allowed him some sleep. It wasn’t working right now, so maybe he had taken too many over the last couple of weeks and he was becoming used to them, developing a tolerance for the impact of the capsule.
As he lay there, his mind wandered, and he tried to think of nice peaceful things, but that too wasn’t working. He rolled to one side, thinking calming thoughts. He rolled over to look at the digital alarm clock alongside his bed, and tried to keep his thoughts calm. It wasn’t happening for him. Then a stray thought hit him, a naked woman, someone he knew, a fellow teacher, gorgeous, nice body, great tits and long, shapely legs. He felt his skin flush and his dick hardened. Fuck, he thought, I need to get laid.
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**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**
*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*
PART 6
The Grand Hall was the pride and joy of the University, the centrepiece, the crown jewel. It had towering spires and arched stained-glass windows – every sandstone brick was undeniably infused with the University’s rich history. That night, the Grand Hall hosted the End of Semester staff function. Professor Tasgonne had instructed Isabella to attend the festivities and serve the guests, but she suspected it would include more than merely handing out canapés.
Isabella’s perfect body was naked except for the black stiletto heels strapped to her ankles and the ridiculously thin g-string digging between by her labia and ass cheeks. A heavy serving tray was attached to Isabella’s nipples with sharp metal clamps, hanging by two short chains. She wobbled around the Grand Hall in her high heels, gripping the sides of the serving tray to stabilise the flutes of champagne and to relieve the tugging on her delicate breasts.