Innocent Jilling Caught On Tape Pt. 2

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5divi/innocent_jilling_caught_on_camera/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

The buzzer on the dryer sounded, rousing Sara from her nap. She could faintly feel the buzz from the vibrator still there from hours ago. She couldn’t help feel a little excited about what was to come next. The first time she had played with herself in the library had been the most exciting not knowing if she had properly assessed the situation. Maybe someone would come catch her there. For months no one came and it had taken some of the thrill away. Maybe that’s why she had taken bigger chances going straight after tutor sessions, subconsciously hoping that one of her tutees would follow and share her secret spot with her. Well she had got her wish, however this isn’t exactly how she pictured things would go.

The morning with Bridge none the wiser had brought back that thrill she once had in the library, making the orgasm so much more intense once she left. Would this afternoon be much the same? No this would be an exponential risk. Wait had that man on the other end known this was some sort of fantasy that she desired? Was this what she desired?

I met him for the first time that night [FM] Part 2.

I must’ve replayed tonight in my mind over a dozen times, trying to find the words to describe the feelings dwelling in me from that dwindling kiss on my lips.

I’ll admit I bit down on his lip hoping right then and there that he would push me against my car and pull my hair back exposing my neck to the rain and his lips… As he pulled away, a smile over his face, he bid me farewell and a safe drive home.

I walked in the door to my husband passed out in bed, and curious cats wandering around almost to ask of my whereabouts. After giving them food, I stared at my phone hoping some message was there waiting for me. I decided not to wait and messaged him, asking if he got home okay. There was a question burning deep in my soul that I just had to ask.. Why didn’t he take me then and there? He had me weak and vulnerable.

“Oh, I thought about it, you very nearly ended up on your knees in the parking lot”

[MF] the time I got fucked at work by my coworker boyfriend ??

[ I’m on mobile. Sorry if there’s shitty formatting, my kinky friends. ]

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I met my last boyfriend, Lee, on my first day at my new job.

I’m a corporate receptionist. I love it — purely cause I get to dress like a little office whore. Stockings, tight skirts, dresses. Plus, I have huge tits that always look banging in a button down. I was walked into the office he shared with two other males, and introduced to the three of them as their new receptionist. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Lee. We had an instant connection — he was seven years older than me, tall and broad shouldered, and with the perfect dad bod. I’m into guys that can pick me up, throw me around, hold me down; and fuck I love a little bit of belly on my man.

I remember the flirtatious smile I gave him as we were introduced. I let my hand linger in his a second too long when we shook hands. I could feel the heat coming off of him. Fuck, if we were animals, I think I would have fucked him then and there.

30 Minute Bar Challenge (fantasy story I wrote for the wifey. She hasn’t seen it yet. Looking for some feedback). [MF]

The direction this night would take all started long ago. We had been out at a local bar and I had mentioned how hot I find you and how lucky I was to have you as my wife. I told you how I wouldn’t mind seeing you let loose a bit, just to see what happens. You have a great body and definitely know how to drive a guy crazy on the dance floor. You’ve always been a good dancer and while I’ve had the close up view I decided I wouldn’t mind sitting back and watching you work your sexy ass up against a stranger or two.

To start off we decided that we would go to a bar and get a little tipsy. After a drink or two I would stay situated and enjoy a few more drinks while you went off, danced and slutted it up (just a bit) with a few guys while I watched from across the way. Just how easy you would pick up these guys was no surprise. What did surprise me however, was just hot I found it to watch you out there. Seeing you dance like you were a single, college girl again was quite the turn on for me. But again, this part of the story is just to setup the next, so I’ll get right to the point.

A Snapchat mistake gone wrong part 1 [stra8][MFM][cuck][Sextortion][asian][Japanese]

Author note: this story is fiction.

For those unaware of what snapchat is, it is an mobile phone application that allows users to share photos with each other that ultimately end up being deleted automatically after a given period of time. My Japanese wife Yuri is 27 and she likes to send me nude picture surprises while I’m away on business. Snapchat is an excellent tool for providing me with what I need in her absence. 

Zach is a 27 year old guy I graduated HighSchool with and we share the same name. Ironically we also are the same height and same build. He is a charismatic man and was gifted with great luck. He leveraged his Charisma and luck to his Advantage with women. 

Zach consistently and effortlessly used his Charisma and luck to get women who were significantly more attractive than he was.

One day on one of my week long business trips my wife sends me a nice little care package. Being Asian, she will always have that hint of conservatism and shyness when it comes to mischievious delinquency like this. The nude photos were incredibly classy and artistic in nature. 

Tomboy Makeover [FFF] [Threesome]

This story was written for the following prompt: “A tomboy who is getting tired of being perceived as just another guy gets taught how to be more of a girly-girl by her female friends. Only… They end up taking things just a little too far…”

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“Ahh… ahh…” She sneezed explosively, making her two friends start away from her on the couch and giggle.

“Jeez, Alex, warn us next time,” Sophia said, grinning. Alex rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, but you’ve been tickling my face with those brushes for an hour. It’s been building up.” She reached up to wipe at her nose with the back of her hand, and both her friends let out exclamations of dismay, grabbing her arms. “What?”

“Use a Kleenex!” Victoria plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table, using it to clean the base of Alex’s nose.

“Oh.” Alex’s embarrassment grew, a soft flush blooming in her tanned cheeks. “See, this is why I need you and Sophie. I grew up with four brothers and a dad, nobody taught me this stuff.”

The Camgirl Part II: Guilty Fantasy [F] [Bi] [mast] solo [anal]

II: Blake

Blake closed her door behind her, and then leaned back against it, eyes closed, heart pounding. That was not at all what she had meant to say!

She listened closely, hoping she hadn’t fucked things up for Liam or between her and Marie. When she heard what sounded like making out—at least, that’s all she hoped it was if they were still in the kitchen—she sighed in relief.

Until now, Blake had only heard bits and pieces about Liam—Marie had been rather closed-mouthed about guys since the breakup, and even more so since finding out that Blake was a camgirl—but she had not expected, well…him.

That spiky brown hair, those piercing green eyes, the lean muscles…and he was so tall. When she had leaned in to whisper in his ear, the scent of his cologne had given life to an urge to nip at his neck. Marie’s old boyfriend had been hot—hotter than Liam in some ways—but there was something that stood out about Liam. Maybe it was that he was so sweet—he hadn’t seemed to judge her at all for what she did, or try and hit on her. Either he was very committed to Marie, or he was just that good of a guy. Blake wondered what he had been thinking when he had first seen her and spaced out—his eyes had been so intense. Had he been remembering a particular time when he had seen her before?

I still can’t believe they paid for an apart[m]ent for us to [f]uck in [cheating] [long]

It started on the coach across, i could see the strap on your thigh so easily visible because your dress was so short. I was curious before this, we’d fucked at a house party a few weeks earlier and the quick, fierce, violent fucking had left me wanting for *so* much more. Now I didn’t just want you, i craved the taste of you like the nicotine from those pink roll up cigarettes we smoke after we fuck. Who knew in my late 20’s I’d still be fucking 18 year old sluts.

As we walked around the city browsing in shops, lightly brushing skin against skin, my mind started to rapidly flash intense images of all the things this Daddy couldn’t wait to do to his Brat. The tension in the lingerie shop was palpable, i ran my hand over the outfits, toys, ropes, leashes, cuffs and gags and you waited patiently with that deceivingly innocent look on your face. I knew we were to share an apartment with friends from work so I’d already decided your present would be a ball gag, but the curiosity in your eyes as I hope you imagined the fun we will have with each of the gifts your Daddy will buy you drove me crazy. I could feel my hard cock pressed against my leg, rubbing against my jeans and when my hands grasped the leather of the ball gags strap behind your head it was all i could do not to order you to your knees there and then. The other customers would be lucky to see such a show.

Date night with my stupid girl.

As way of introduction. I’m not a writer. I wrote this as a fantasy for my sub. It was written over a fair period of time and I have done my best to make it readable. Anyway enjoy.

Your sitting at your desk typing away at your new computer when a delivery man arrives with a bunch of roses. Looking for ‘my little girl’?? He asks. He places them down and you read the card. ‘Congrats on the new job. Dinner tonight 7:30. Dress is formal’.
You spend the remainder of the day nervous at what’s to come. You finish work and rush home to shower and get ready. You sit in the couch nervously waiting.

A town car arrives outside your apartment and you step from your door to get in. The driver opens the rear door for you. Inside I am waiting, a flute of champagne ready for you. “Hello my lil slut” is all I say. The short drive to the restaurant is spent in silence. You know better than to attempt small talk.

[MF] Freed by your restraints. (Part 1) [Rape fantasy][non-con][forced oral]

I’m running in the little secluded park just outside the wealthy community I live in. It’s a warm summer night, the soft breeze is a welcome relief against my hot, sweaty skin. The sun has just set so I’ve decided to head back home. It isn’t very far but I’m anxious to get home before the night
fully descends. You never know who could be out there on the prowl..

I’m wearing my typical workout gear, charcoal grey leggings and a black sports bra peeking through a sheer magenta pink tank top. My breasts never look better than they do in a good sports bra, lifted and pushed together by the tight, supportive fabric which lifts and accentuates my modest C cup cleavage. My long thick hair pulled back into a messy bun, soft bangs framing my blue eyes and impossibly pale skin. An English Rose complexion, so I’ve been told. But my most obvious feature is my ample derriere. Round and firm, made more striking by my disproportionately dainty waist. I’m the type of woman who usually dresses conservatively, whom despite being in my early thirties, is often described as “cute” but rarely sexy. Perhaps that’s why this form-fitting attire makes me feel good, sensual even. I relish every lingering look I get from male passers by, walking their dogs or out for a run.