This is a quick little story based off a fantasy my girlfriend told me about (it was triggered by her undergoing a strip search…..I filled in some details we discussed together)
Tag: Fantasy
Worshiping Miss Hollie Part 3
Part 1 and 2 can be found on my profile or alternatively r/Mallardscripts
We. That sent shivers down my spine. We. Who was we? One of Miss Hollies beautiful and powerful Mistress Friends? Or what if… No. It couldn’t be. Absolutely not in a million years.
The thought of the unknown made me grow more nervous as I lay there, on the floor, blindfolded. The one sense I needed to determine my fate was stripped from me. The unknown. It only increased my fear and arousal at the same time. My penis grew harder and harder.
“Come in” Miss Hollie said. I heard footsteps approaching. But who? Who was this mystery figure inevitably standing over me? “Open your fucking mouth” Miss Hollie shouted. I obeyed. At that moment. I knew exactly who it was. As a long hard penis entered my mouth. I instantly knew. “Now suck you pathetic slave” Miss Hollie instructed. I obliged as she whipped me harder and harder. It was of course, my roommate. Him and Miss Hollie. Forcing me. Forcing me to do things they thought I didn’t want. But I wanted all of this for a long time.
Bo and Me, Chapter 1 — “It” (f, mast)
**Chapter 1 —** ***It***
I love the library. We go almost every Saturday — Mom, my little sister Bo and me. Even Dad tags along sometimes, but today he’s gone fishing with friends, so it’s just us girls.
The library’s almost on the other side of town, but since it’s a small town, it’s just a twenty-minute walk, most of it through the park. We cross the river twice, stopping on the bridges to look out for some fish of our own so we can tell Dad about it later. Mom’s really good at spotting them “sitting” in the stream. Sometimes it takes Bo and me half a minute or so to see them even after she’s pointed them out.
They built the library on the top two floors of an old monastery. I mean *really* old — it was built in the year 803. Last year, there was a festival celebrating its 1,200th anniversary. They had a booksale and a big cook-off, and at night they played movies on a large screen in the garden.
The Shy Student
It was my senior year in high school had to go to summer school , I had just turned 18 and had 2 classes to make up so I could get my diploma.
I was smart but didn’t apply myself so I had to take an English class and a science.
Science was easy but i took English literature and writing,
Yeah smack me now. I am dreading this class,little did I know it would be life altering and the best summer ever as SHE walks in ….Ms. Johnson she was a goddess.. about 35 yrs old ,she had dark skin . She seemed like she had Mediterranean heritage .. she had black silky hair down past her shoulders, she stood about 5’9” athletic body ,nice breasts 36c very nice round ass, long toned legs, she was wearing a black form fitting dress that covered half her thighs and showed off all her curves. I sat up front as there were only 3 of us in class 2 girls and myself. Ms. Johnson turned and spoke as to what she expected us to do or something along those lines as I really wasn’t listening, I was lost in fantasy world taking in her exotic body and beautiful smile and those eyes screamed sex, then I come out of my stupor and she is staring at me as our eyes meet , I quickly look away as she gets this sexy smile on her face. That 60 minutes went by quick cause next thing I know she saying see you tomorrow. Other 2 students leave but I stay seated as my rock hard cock won’t go down. Ms Johnson asks “ if I needed something “ I said no and could barely look her in the eye. She proceeds to walk up and stand in front and says “ Michael you seemed very distracted to today, I notice you staring ,you couldn’t keep your eyes off me
do you see something you like?
With that she walked over and shut the door and locked it, then turned around and had the most seductive look I had only seen in porn except it was way better. I might add that I am a virgin I’ve had plenty of opportunity to hookup but was always to shy.
I’m 6’4” athletic but never played organized sports.. I always worked out by myself a few hours everyday.. didn’t even go to prom.. Ms. Johnson leans back on her desk and spreads her legs slightly and asks if I like what I see? I nod yes and luckily had some bottled water and gulped half as she got up and walked over… taking my water and slowly wraps her lips around the top and drinks it down.. then leans over grabs my face and our lips meet in a wet passionate kiss.. by now my cock is straining against the thin fabric of my shorts.. her nipples are poking out of her dress as she grabs my hand and leads me over to the desk.. she pushes my back up against the chalkboard and drops to her knees.. she is unfastening my shorts and pulls them down along with my boxers she sees my cock,She can’t believe the size 9” with a 6” girth.. licking the precum off the mushroom head she says “I bet all the girls want this big cock as she tries to fit it in her mouth , I tell her I’m a virgin she moans and manages to get half in her sweet mouth. Ms. J looks up at me and whispers not after today cause you are gonna fuck me!!
She reaches between her legs with one hand and starts to rub her clit.. I am becoming more and more confident as I grab her arms and pick her up and sit her on the desk facing me, I pull her dress off her shoulders exposing her perfect tits she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties I kiss her deep as my hands start roam her body.. kissing her neck down to her rock hard nipples as she lets out a sexy moan my fingers are rubbing her lit and her breathing is getting heavy as my tongue finally reaches her shaved pussy .. I take in all her pheromones as I start to flick her clit with my tongue ( applying what I learned watching porn) she is grinding her hips to my tongue and mouth.. I insert 2 fingers and start fucking her with them as I pick up the pace with my tongue.. she is going crazy and grabs the back of head and grinds into my face as she moans loudly and announces she is gonna cum and her pussy started to spam as she orgasms hard.. her taste is unbelievable.. I get up my face covered in her juices.. I line my cock up and slowly start to enter her.. she gasps she is saying “so big so big” over and over until I am balls deep inside her womb.
She starts to shake as another orgasm over powers her .. she is moaning loud and uncontrollably as I start to slowly pick up speed and am pounding her tight pussy into the desk .. I know I won’t last long and feel that intense pressure build up I try to pull out but she wrapped her legs around my hips and tells me to cum inside her she says give me a baby and that’s all it took as I shoot my huge load inside her breeding her ,making her cum hard and I pull out with a pop as she let out a huge squirt and my last spurt of my cum flies up onto her tits.. I casually put my shorts back on grab my book bag and I whisper in her ear “ you are my student now”
She just nodded .. Shy Student.. not anymore .. Now a Man with confidence not arrogance.. Ms. Johnson taught me a lot about literature and sex as I was a quick learner .. she loved to ride my cock and when I fuck her from behind and stick my thumb in her ass.. she told me her dad was Arab and mother was Israeli.. her mom is 55 and she looks like Ms. Johnson’s sister .. Ms. J tutors me for college sats.. that’s our story for the curious, I’m not going to college.. I fuck her every chance I get she is a real slut . And we tell each other in detail of anyone we fuck .. in 1 month Ms.J has 10 ,me 2 she is a slut a nymphomaniac..but nobody makes her cum like me.
Now my confidence is growing, one girl her name is Heather, real snob in H.S. , I hooked up with turns out she fucked just about every guy and teacher in high school,well I guess she talked now a lot of girls are calling and looking at me differently as their eyes seem to be lower ..I’ll leave it at that..
A great first time lesbian story. Awsome fun read.
[Excerpt from [The Business Trip: Part1](https://gasm.io/the-business-trip-part-1.html)]
At the gate we exchanged business cards and promised to call or e-mail each other. A slightly uncomfortable silence settled on us which was only broken a few minutes later when we both got up to board when they announced rows 1-17. It turned out that she had a window and I was 2 seats away in the same row on the inside isle. It was a simple thing to switch seats with the gentleman sitting beside her. Now feeling like old friends re-uniting we joyfully took drinks from the stewardess, clicked glasses and chatted on. After dinner (and a couple more drinks) the lights dimmed and an idiotic romantic comedy started and my companion admitted that she was a bit of a nervous traveler. During a patch of fairly heavy turbulence she grabbed my hand and her knee rubbed against mine. I was sorry I’d worn jeans and not a skirt but alas… I threw a blanket over her and suggested she try to sleep saying that I would try for a few winks myself. I dozed off with her still clutching my hand.
A birthday experience [MF] [T]
A little while ago it was my fortieth birthday. My wife told me she had a night planned in the city. With the kids at a not altogether spontaneous sleep over we packed an overnight bag (and an assortment of vibrators I noted) and drove into the motel. We checked in rather late, perhaps 5pm, and while the hotel staff took our bag upstairs we headed to the bar for a drink. She ordered a cocktail while I opted for whisky on ice. It had been a busy start to the year, my work was largely from home, hers at the local university (research not teaching staff) was still open for non-class activities. There was a so much more to a University than classes it’s easy to forget.
We had a meal in the restaurant, fish for her (a nice, light option I was relieved to find – although why I would doubt we were having copious amounts of sex this evening I don’t know). I went with the lamb. She ordered the wine and directed the waiter for a top up.
You don’t need to ply me with alcohol I said.
“Maybe it’s not for you..”
I stare at her. Why? What’s up?
“Not a what. A who”
Blackmailed Through the Newspaper
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
I went outside to grab the mail when I noticed a newspaper on the drive way. I went to pick it up, not thinking about it too much as I continue to the mailbox. As I grab the mail, I start to think more – we never get newspapers. I don’t know what year the rest of the world is in, but we live in 2021 and use the Internet. Why today? How weird.
Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 8: the Wallflower (m/f) (fiction)
“Want to grab a bite when you finish up”, T’s message read. We had been off air for about an hour and I had stayed behind to finish up some work. I was getting hungry so I accepted the invitation. “M is going to tag along with us if you don’t mind. She’s going through a rough patch, so it would do her good to have some company for a moment.” M had been briefly at the station before leaving for another market, but came back to do the morning weather after O left. She was cute with dimples, shoulder length brown hair, and an all right build. She had a small child and her and her husband had just separated. I figured the more the merrier so I told T it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, if T liked you, she’d go out of her way to help you. It must be her maternal instinct.
We found a place not far from the station. The food was good and T and I laughed and joked about anything and everything under the sun, but M didn’t say much and picked at her food. Eventually she opened up a little, but my first experience around her was pretty underwhelming.
My Boyfriend’s Best Friend
Very nervous as I have only recently started to write erotica as opposed to general fiction!! But I wanted to share, based on a real fantasy of mine!
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My heart was racing… i took a deep breath and held it, frozen as his fingers moved my panties to the side and started to rub along my pussy…
how had I ended up in this situation?! *“It doesn’t count if its over the panties”* I had told myself. But it had all happened so quickly, and it felt so good…
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My boyfriends best friend had always been overtly sexual around me, and I had assumed that he was like that with all women – just one of those guys. Not that I had minded flirting with him now and then – there was definitely a chemistry between us, and I am a flirt at heart. there was something about the way my whole body tingled and adrenaline rushed through me when he’d lock me in a stare from across the room.
M4F Let me write erotic literature for you
Hello there! (Please read to the end)
As the title suggests. I’d like to write an erotic story for you, with you as the character! I’m a male, wanting to write for a female…
Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to read a story with you as the main character? Something written about you, for you; every detail matching your deep down desires?
Please enlighten me about your fantasy. Be as detailed as possible about what you’re hoping to read, why it turns you on and any other specifics you think are important.
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What am I looking for in return? Good question!
**18+ only, ever**
I’m looking for someone that’s interested in being my muse. What does that mean?
A muse is someone that will provide me with frequent inspiration. Someone that will give me ideas, talk about the experience of reading the last story idea, send photos/videos… A woman that I lean on for my writing ideas.
I love writing. But more than that, I love writing for someone, especially when the back and forth is as I described.