Ashlee’s Corruption Continues With Voyeurism {MMF | Spying | Voyeur | Caught | Pierced | Pegging}

Part of this story collection [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nchlnh/ashlee_f25_explores_her_sexuality_with_lesbian/)

*A commissioned story!*

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Part 1

After the intense birthday party for Ashlee, the girls continued becoming best friends. Each day it seemed like they were getting closer. The lesbian couple was helping Ashlee to open up and be more outgoing. Sometimes she had to draw the line but for the most part, she enjoyed spending time with them.

One night Chloe was even able to talk the shy redhead, Ashlee, into finally getting her nipples pierced. She had been saying that she wanted them done since seeing them on Amber so they took her to a parlor to get her pierced. While Ashlee was picking out her nipple rings, Amber was finding a set of cute bars to put in her nipples instead of the rings she currently had. Chloe did not want any piercings even though she started trying to talk her girlfriend, Amber into getting a new one.

The Visitor Pt. 2 [Fiction] [Dark Erotica]

(Pt. 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n4m5tr/the_visitor_pt_1_fictional_darkerotica/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share )

Caroline stared back at her reflection, clutching a thick white towel against her naked body as her titian colored hair dripped water onto her shoulders and down her back. Her blue eyes looked tired, and she nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she internally debated whether or not she had the strength to join everyone downstairs today.

There was no way she could face the silver haired phantom that had plagued her dreams all night.

The dreams had been limitless – all sexual in nature with varying levels of intensity. She hadn’t soiled her sheets again, thankfully, but she’d woken up that morning hot-and-bothered and had been trapped in a constant state of overbearing arousal since.

She still refused to dip between her legs to take the edge off, unable to bring herself to masturbate to the thought of the strange man who had infiltrated her home. It felt wrong but boy was it becoming increasingly difficult for her to listen to that little voice of reason.

Hostel Relations [MF]

“Mark!”

I heard the shout come from the other side of the baggage claim area and quickly whipped my head around. I saw Karen, my friend from college lumbering towards me, her bags weighing her down.

“It’s so good to see you!” I said, opening my arms and giving her a big hug.

“You too!” She smiled back.

It had been a year since we had seen each other, so we were both extremely excited for the long Memorial Day weekend. We walked to my car, and began the drive to the hostel we would be staying at. As soon as we exited the air conditioned airport, the heat hit us. Even though it was nearly 7 pm, it was up near 100 degrees, and it felt every bit of it. By the time we reached the hostel about 40 minutes away, we were already sweaty and gross. The heat had taken away any quippy banter, relegating us to regaling stories from our college days, and chatting about the few people we have stayed in contact with since. When we got to the hostel, we knocked on the door and were greeted by the host: a 6 foot tall black man with a shaved head, dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt.

Amber’s (M)ove & (F)resh Start [mast] [voy]

Amber is a 40 year old mother of  3 all her children grown and out of the house with family’s of their own. She just went thru a nasty divorce after 20 plus years of marriage. As she started her new life she bought a house in the burbs. A quiet little subdivision. As she unloads the truck with help from her kids she notices her neighbor. An older gentlemen with thinning salt and pepper hair, looks to be mid 50s maybe older. As her son takes the truck to get another load she stays behind to unpack. As she works in the garage moving some boxes around, making room for more, she feels eyes on her. Looking across the chain link fence she sees him sitting on the patio drinking coffee, trying not to be obvious that he’s watching. As she moves towards the fence,

“Hi there neighbor, I’m Amber nice to meet you.” As he stands and moves towards the fence he introduces himself, “Hey nice to meet you Amber, I’m Burt.”
As they stand at the fence chatting she finds he’s married no kids, neighborhood problems etc etc.
She’s usually not very talkative with strangers but something about Burt was easy to talk to, even though he seemed to not be able to take his eyes off her.

The Hostel

The chipped door creaks with a push inwards to the dingy little hostel room located somewhere in the hills of West Virginia. You shake the key loose and step inside. I follow closely behind, paranoid of nonexistent cameras, worried about somehow being recognized going into an overnight room with someone other than my husband. It’s dark and no one knows us here anyways, so the anxiety isn’t warranted, but I can’t help it.. With the rates they were charging for the rooms, it was unlikely they even had a camera in the main office, much less facing the rooms. Considering our plans, this is a comforting thought..
The door clicks shut softly behind me while you drop your bag into the corner behind the chair set near a small table and lamp near the window on the front wall of the room. You turn and consider me for a moment through dark eyes. I swallow hard, skin tingling from the sudden electric jangle of nerves in my belly. Without a word, you step towards me and in two strides have me pushed against the inside of the door and your mouth is on mine.
All the frustration and promises pent up from months previous are crushed down on my mouth as you forcefully, yet somehow softly probe my mouth with soft lips, gentle teeth and warm tongue. Moving over and over, never still and trailing from my mouth down my neck and then back again. Your hand snakes up my back and then my hair is pulled tight around your fist at the nape of my neck. Your other hand runs up my thigh, under my short summer dress to slide between my legs. Your fingers play along the edges of my panties before dipping briefly under them and stroking my bare flesh. You yank my head further back before removing your fingers against my protesting sounds into your mouth and reaching around to roughly cup my ass through the lace of my panties and pulling me hard against you.
Through the thin fabric of my panties and dress, I can feel you already hard and ready pressing against me. I start pulling at your clothes while pulling you more firmly against me and pressing us harder into the inside of the door. You reach up and click the chain in place before pushing away from me and taking a breath.
“ I need to shower before we…” you mumble into my mouth before kissing down my neck while pulling my head further back for more access. Your free hand is under my dress and alternating between each breast as you gently cup and stroke me through the lace, draping the dress across your arm and half-way up my waist so I know you can see me as you explore and caress. The lace catches against the roughness of your fingertips as you move over and over, making sure to show even attention to each. My nipples are painfully hard and every time your thumb grazes me through the fabric of my bra it sends a little shiver of electricity through me and to that place between my legs to cause me to tighten each time. Sighing heavily and ending on a pained groan, you shove away from me completely and stride quickly to the bathroom.
“This will be the fastest shower in history, I promise, hang on”. And with that you’re gone and the bathroom door is clicking shut behind you. There’s the furious rustle of fabric as you shuck off your clothes and the sound of running water soon after.
My lips were swollen and my face was already a little raw from your stubble. I stroked my thumb over the sensations as I sat cross legged on the end of the bed and waited. The shower runs for about three or five minutes before shutting off, and I can hear you pulling a thin towel off of the rack.
Using this as my que, I stand and pull my dress over my head as the bathroom door is yanked open and you walk out wearing nothing but a towel. There are still water droplets beading along your skin like you didn’t even bother to wipe it dry when you climbed out of the shower and instead simply wrapped a towel around your waist on your way back to the bedroom.
The dress falls into a pile on the floor and I step towards you in my simple navy blue lace thong and bra. Between my legs is already slick and wet through the fabric stretched snug across my pussy and leaving it molded to me. You say nothing as my hands automatically reach for your waist and hook over the top of the towel to yank you against me.
You’re already rock hard and pressing through the terry cloth against my belly, hands already sliding the hooks of my bra free to slide to the floor.
Your hands, large and roughened by living on the trail cup and stroke me, thumbs snagging lightly across my nipples before you bend to take each into your mouth. Gently at first, and then more roughly until you’re tugging on my nipples with your teeth until I pull your towel free to drop to the floor and you stand straight.
Lips meeting mine, my panties seem to fall away as our hands fumble and shove at each other until we’re completely naked and pressed against one another.
Your hand slips up again along my inner thigh until your fingertips graze along the outside of me. You slide back and forth along that slit before your middle finger slips inside in one long stroke, reaching deep inside of me and pulling a hiss of breath from my between my teeth.
Using your hand between my legs and fingers still working inside of me, you steer me backwards towards the bed. You walk me gently backwards until the bed meets the back of my knees. As I fall back, you fall to your knees and pull me by the hips further towards the edge of the bed, never removing your fingers from inside of me during this. Dark eyes flicking between watching mine and looking at what you were doing between my legs, you slowly worked your mouth up my inner thigh to that place where it meets my groin, flickers of heat from your mouth sending sensations jangling across my skin as you caress and nibble everywhere but where I needed to feel you the most.
Your fingers are still inside of me, barely working in and out while you tease around me with your mouth until I can’t handle it anymore and reach down to pull your face to me by the back of your head. You laugh and finally slip your tongue deep inside after pulling fingers free and spreading me open for easier access. The light from the bathroom shines directly on your work. You stop occasionally to admire what you’re doing while I arch against you, struggling not to grind so hard against your mouth that I hurt us both. Your fingers work inside of me in a “come-hither” motion and the tension pulls tighter inside me as your tongue strokes and prods gently around that part of me that is the most sensitive, careful not to press directly but tease around it. Both hands gripping your head, I finally give in and grind my hips towards you as you laugh and pull your mouth and fingers away, leaving all of my tension untapped and unsatisfied for the moment.
I growl in frustration and start to prop myself up on my elbows before your hands are under my ass and I am suddenly squealing and flying further up on the bed, hair slapping me in the face as I hit the pillows at the top of the bed. Before I can get the tangle of my hair out of the way, you are braced over me and kissing me, both laughing at the hair in our mouths as we attempt to keep kissing and pushing my hair out of the way at the same time and not quite succeeding or failing at either.
I can feel the stiff heat of you pressing between my legs and look down in time to watch the long length of you disappear into me as you fill me, stretching me to bursting. You hit bottom and keep pressing deeply, trying to fit every inch of your cock in me. One arm slides under my shoulder and you tangle fingers roughly into my hair at the nape of my neck to anchor me in place while your other reaches under my ass and pulls my hips even closer as you begin to move.
In and out, slowly at first, you work yourself in me, trying to work deeper into me with every thrust so you can move more freely, more quickly. I am so slick that it runs down between my ass cheeks as your balls begin to slap against me as you gain momentum while you fuck me. I rock my hips upwards at the deepest part of every thrust, keeping pace as you fuck me faster. Harder.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck…. FUCK!” you mumble into my ear before quickly slipping out of me and bracing yourself above me. I can feel the tip of you grazing me and I strain my hips upwards in an effort to guide you back inside of me. That’s all I can focus on, you so tauntingly close and the weight of you pinning me to the bed. Only the goal of having you press forwards and fill me again and again fills my mind. I reach down and grip your thighs and try to pull you towards me while straining upwards. “Please, please just let me….” I whispered in a strained voice. You resist and keep just out of reach. Frustrated I try to sit up under you to slide away but you just smile and tighten your grip in my hair to keep my head under your control.
You let up after a moment of watching me squirm and I slide out from under you. You roll onto your back and scoot up the bed. I crawl towards you, throw my leg over your hips, and position myself before taking you as deeply as I can handle in one long stroke. I rotate slightly with each downstroke while you grab my hips and begin to move with me, forcing yourself a little more deeply each time. The stretching sensation hurts and feels wonderful all at the same time. I can feel the pressure building inside of me, tightening more and more… I am getting close to that point of no return, so I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I focus on the sensation building inside of me and the texture of you stretching me even more as you become more rigid as we work hard to race towards that end we have talked and teased about for months at this point.
I am so wet there is a constant wet, meaty sound as we fuck and our bodies meet over and over again.I’m getting close, so close….. I’m beginning to tremble and lose rhythm.

A little too close to home (Part 3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nddazj/a_little_too_close_to_homepart_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Andrea stared at me in disbelief, weakly attempting to pry away my hands then eyes widening in shock as I slapped it away. She opened her mouth to protest, but gasped in horror instead as I slid my fist into her pussy. “No…” She whispered, then collapsed on the bed, shaking as I shoved my arm even deeper in. I slowly pulled it out, then shoved it all the way in again, ramming her cervix over and over again. Her body convulsed violently every time I did it, back arching upwards and hands gripping the sides of the bed as I fist fucked her. She whimpered softly, tears leaking out of her eyes as she silently begged me to stop, but I merely grinned and continued. “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?” I mocked, “to make a story come true.” I inserted my fist inside her one last time and held it there, waiting until she came, then reared back my other hand and knocked her out.

Dom boss catches employee in his office part 4

**You guys asked for more, so here you go friends :)**

When I enter the break-room the following day, a few staff members sit at a nearby table eating lunch. I’ve been a nervous wreck all morning, waiting for what’s to come. Did anyone see us through the window? And if they did, would Killian fire me for it? He hasn’t reached out to me. Not even an email asking how I’m healing from his punishment. I’m not sure what I expected. Just because my boss fucked me, doesn’t mean he’s going to suddenly treat me as anything other than his employee.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and rip open a packet of sugar. The door to the break-room opens, and I don’t have to look up to know who it is. I can feel him like a cold shade on a summer day. When I look up from my coffee, my pulse trips. His ebony eyes are rich in color like bitter dark chocolate. His dark brown hair is swept up and over, the sides neatly tucked behind his ears with precision. A shadow of stubble lines his sharp jaw that forms at perfect points, angling his face that looks like it’s been cut from the finest marble. He exudes confidence, dressed immaculately in a sleek black suit tailored to fit his tall frame, and paired with an onyx silk tie.

Nailing [M]y First Crossdresser- The First Date [M][M]

[Pending how this is received, I will happily provide a follow-up of the second time I got to meet Toni. I thought perhaps that a burgeoning sissy may see this and feel a bit inspired to hear about an anon meet from the other side of the equation. I’ve added a bit of narrative for effect, but 95% of it is true to the best of my (rather high) recollections. For your consideration, I present an overly-detailed account of my first time nailing a crossdresser]
***

I can still taste her tight little ass whenever I think about it. Or, more accurately, his tight ass, but when you’re fucking a cute bubble-butt thats so tight and tasty, does it really matter? To this day, the smell of coconut oil takes me back and I can still feel the faint patter of what has to be tone of the top five most intense orgasms of my entire life. Fuck, I came so hard that it makes me hard just to remember how hard I came.

Visiting friends in Spain (Part 1) [MF] [Oral] [cute] [house party]

I[M28] was visiting a friend of mine, Olga[F25] who lives with her boyfriend Alex[M29] in Spain.

I had met Olga during my semester in Czech Republic and we have been great friends ever since. I would say she’s a cute, nerdy type girl with typical slavic features. Even though I think she’s sexy, we have always been good friends and I know that she’s in a serious relationship with Alex so I respect that.

Anyways, Olga and Alex had allowed me stay at their house this summer and over the last week I had learned that they were having some trouble in their relationship. They were aware of the issues and it was obvious that both were working on fixing it. I really admired how open they were about their problems and how to fix them.

But overall, it was all good. I had a jolly time with them. Olga kept trying to hook me up with her friends whenever she could. Somtimes it worked, sometimes not. This story is about the even when it did work, and more..

One week, we planned a small house party. Olga invited one of her Spanish colleagues, Maika [F26], hoping to hook us up.

(WARNING: DOUBLE EXXXTREME NSFW) for: 18+ for Murder, Sadism, Cannibalism. Title: The Dungeon of Mutilation 18+

The edge of my blade drips with blood as I violently sodomize my wife’s throbbing cunt with a jagged-edged knife held tightly in my right hand. As soon as a tear descends towards her lips that vomit forth screams of agony, I pull out the dagger, angrily shrieking, slashing at her voluptuous breasts as she stares deep inside my eyes. 

As she lay pinned down against her will, she still looks back at me in a daze of happiness, listening as I say, “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon, my pitiful slave,” holding tightly onto her mouth while also shoving the blade far up her anal sphincter. Suddenly, she smiles through her pain, feeling as her sexual organs begin to throb and moisten in masochistic pleasure. “Fuck me up, master,” she chuckles in excitement, wagging her tongue like a dehydrated dog.

After that, I begin by using both hands to spread open the clitoral lips. Next, with a spreader bar attached to the female’s ankles, I spank her gaping vagina before fisting and slashing it with the knife previously inserted into her rectum. “This is how I punish naughty little whores,” I say under my breath, picking up a sewing kit to desecrate her womb and vomit forth an infection of systematic infertility. The needlepoint glides through her shaky flesh as I annihilate the fucking vermin.