Candace took another hit off her vape pen containing sativa oil to help her press on with her day of massaging naked men, then jerking them off, at the parlor she had been working at since her freshman year in college. She first took the job because her bank account was overdrawn, which was the result of her aunt cutting the girl off financially, coupled with a mild shopping addiction. Now that her balance was flush and her bills were paid, Candace continued stroking the cocks of traveling businessmen and sex addicts out of a lazy desire to have nice things but not need to work terribly hard to get them. She had already made five hundred dollars that day and she didn’t particularly have the money earmarked for any purchase. She simply liked having the cash in her pocket and had long ago abandoned any feeling of shame that one might have felt for performing sex acts for money over and over. That day, Candace had been particularly cruel with some of the men, using her fastest stroke to end their time at the table quickly. If she was feeling generous, she’d draw out their orgasm longer by slowing down as they ventured too close to bliss. Other times, she’d flirt with them, which, in her opinion, the men liked even more than ejaculating.
Tag: Fisting
Stained silk
Stained silk
Kathreen peels off her silk lilac robe. It slides down her freshly waxed body, into a ball of fabric on the dusty blue carpet. She notices a multitude of stains embedded within the fibres. A mix of spilt drinks and bodily fluids. A draft from the floor vent lets in the only breathable air in the stuffy dressing room. The other rooms in the building have already been contaminated with toxic clouds of smoke, rotten cologne and sweat but this time of night. Having been dancing for hours she walks tirelessly over to a small metal stool in the centre of the dimly lit room.
Stepping her naked feet onto the cold top of the stool. She wears nothing but a leather choker from her last performance, around her thin neck.
An older white man with jelled back black hair and a cigarette protruding from the side of his mouth barge into the room, a smaller meek looking man trails behind him. The black haired man walks around her stalking every inch of her bare body. He puckers his lips and bits down hard on the bottom one. Waving his hand, without breaking eye contact with her skin, he points at the small man to his right.
My 30 [m] first guy on guy encounter at 18
Well it was about 5 months after my 18th birthday. I was single. When I was in high school I always got rejected or cheated on by my girlfriends, which turned out I liked but that’s not what this is about. I was a virgin. I was that awkward, shy kid that never really seemed to fit in. Anyways my friend from across the street, Michael was the same age as me but he was held back a couple years due to bad grades. He had a pretty cute girlfriend, he was more out going. One day he asked me to come over to help him out with somethings around the house. His parents were at work at the time. So I helped him do his chores and all. When we got done he told me to come to his dad’s room.
Fucking [M]y [F]latmate and her Best[F]riend on the same day
Let me paint you the full picture…(for those looking to jump straight to the more lurid details feel free, It will be marked **** Clara is softer and Laura is Rougher. Enjoy with my blessing.)
**PRELUDE**
First and foremost, a little context. I’m Matt
At the time I’m a 21 year old, second year university student who has recently ended up moving into a new flat with three people I barely knew in a rush, due to last minute organising essentially. I was also about a year out of a fairly problematic relationship that had lasted throughout my late teens to my early twenties which meant I’d spent the first year of university really exploring the benefits of single life. In short. I was an absolute man slut. Being 6’0, slim and toned with angular features blue eyes and wavy brown hair probably helped my cause. I won’t pretend I’m the most attractive person in a bar but I did quickly gather a wealth of experience that proved I didn’t necessarily have to ‘struggle’ in that department. Now, this has not only provided me with a fair few stories in my time, it also gave me quite the reputation. Naturally being known as the ‘easy fuck’ tends to have mixed responses amongst the women you get chatting to, some take issue with the narrative that is weaved around you, others it intrigues. Laura, one of my new housemates, appeared to fall into the latter category.
A day at the fair – A Collab with the talented u/chen969 – a huge thanks for working with me and really helping me spice things up! :)) [bondage] [public]
A DAY AT THE FAIR
By Chen969 and MoodyKitten07
Your mind can create the most wonderful worlds while you’re asleep. Mine transported me into a fairground of sorts as I slept: a seemingly magical place, with bustling alleyways, a thousand different colourful shops selling everything you could ever… well dream of. I stand in this world created just for me, getting dizzy as my eyes find new things to look at every second. All those flashing neon lights, strung up from corner to corner, dancing around each other, forming intricate patterns. Stalls, colourful, filled to the brim with the most delicious looking food.
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“I’m here!”, a voice cries out, beside me. I spin around and find my best friend beside me. She takes my hand and pulls me toward a huge stall. The shelves are lined with jars filled with thousands of mouth watering sweets and toffees. Now, my friend and I, we’re suckers for sweets. I stare wide eyed at the array of colourful jars, all filled to the brim.
“This would be perfect to take home!”
[MILF][M/F][Slutwife]
I never knew my mom to be the cheating sort.
Despite being in her late 40s, she was still a bombshell of a woman – tall, with a head full of untamable red curls, mischievous emerald eyes, voluptuous to the point she only wore custom-fitted clothes, my mom was incredibly desirable.
So of course there were plenty of guys, some older, most of them younger, who often tried to hit on her. They’d buy her drinks at bars and restaurants, catcall her from their cars, even construction workers would grab their dicks through their dirty work jeans to show off some damn impressive packages, but mom would always laugh them all off and decline their advances, pointing at the huge rock on her finger. A man had already seen her beauty and her kind soul and decided to claim her as his own and my mom has always been loyal to him.
Daddy takes his Arab Slut to Sin City [FM]
I’ve been in training with my daddy for a while now. Daddy is taking me on an international trip to Sin City. He’s decided that I’m finally ready to be put to the test to see I’ve if learnt to shed my conservative and demure ways. After recovering from the jet lag, daddy has decided that tonight is the night that he takes me out to the casino. I’ve never been to a casino before and I’m nervous about pleasing daddy with my mission tonight.
I have a suitcase full of various alluring clothing to downright whorish ones with me. For the trip, daddy has been very generous in allowing me a choice of the lingerie and outfits that I wanted to bring. Tonight, I need to go all out. I throw open the suitcase and settle on the theme of an all black look. I take out the black corset, black leather skirt and a red thong. I walk them over to show daddy and he nods approvingly.
I remove my robe and see daddy watching me change in the corner of his eye which pleases me. I pull on the tiny red thong and then struggle into the tight black skirt. I slip the black corset over my head and lift my breasts up in my hands.
Rape Therapy Part II [non-con] [mild knife play] [MF] [Anal]
Rape Therapy Part II. Here is Part I: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/musj4l/rape_therapy_noncon_mild_knife_play_mf_anal/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/musj4l/rape_therapy_noncon_mild_knife_play_mf_anal/)
Warning: non-con (dub-con?), mild knife play, anal, mild bondage
**Chapter Two**
Hao le shang ba wang le tong – A Chinese phrase that means forgetting past pains once the wounds have healed. The child who fell from the monkey bar and broke their ankle will go on the monkey bar again as soon as the ankle is healed. It’s human nature. Sometimes they *don’t* learn their lessons.
That was what was happening to Kate Cheung. Her encounter with her patient, Dean, last week had been terrifying. Her ass had burned and hurt from the assault and violation. But the week had gone by, and life had been busy, normal. She met with clients, listened to people’s problems, wrote reports, went to class, ran errands, etc. Suddenly the memory of Dean was just one of the many things on her very full plate. He didn’t seem so scary anymore.
Perhaps that was why she felt particularly brave when she finally noticed the date on the calendar. *Tuesday May 11, 2021.*
*“You heard me. Tuesday, 5:00 p.m.”* He had said.
[M]y Little [F]ucktoy – Sharing is caring [MMFF]
“You ready for tomorrow night?” I asked via text. Cindy was quick to respond: “Yes. Nervous but excited. I’ve been wet non-stop all week thinking about it.” My response: “Don’t forget, be at my apartment at 5:30. That should give shit for brains enough time to get home. Park in the garage, 2nd floor. That way, no one will pay attention to your car. We need to be at the hotel before 7 so we can prepare” texting her again with the details to be sure. “Ok, Jake, how many guys?” “Let me worry about that. You worry about being a good little slut. Trust me, you will be used and worn out by the end of the night. If you are good, I might let you shower before sending your pathetic ass home.”
“Fuck you, Jake.”
Forbidden Attraction – I fucked my fiance’s team mate in the shower [cheating][mf][femaleorgasm][femalepleasure][showersex]
“Look at me.” He said, moving his fingers up to my face. “Kate, I’m dying here. I can’t keep ignoring this,” he continued, squeezing the words out. His words were all I needed to hear to push me over the edge and tear down that last thread of resistance. I took my hand off the car key, shifted my body towards him and went in to taste his sulky lips. Liam’s hands melted over my shoulders and settled behind my back, pulling my chest closer to his. A thrill ran across my body as our tongues twisted and turned, teasing each other into a reckless game of pleasure. He ran his fingers through my hair, grasping a fist of brown curls and gently pulled my head back to expose my neck. Pressing his mouth over my neck, biting my skin, and sucking just above my collarbone.