So this happened back in 2020. It was august, I think.
I was trapped at my dad’s place during lockdown… with his brand new wife and her 20 something year old daughter.
His wife, Janet, is a nice old lady who keeps to herself.
Her daughter, Tessa, is a delicious meal cooked by Lucifer himself to destroy the diets of men.
I was never a prince, right? I was never a nice guy or a gentleman.
But I wasn’t some horny devil spawn either… that was before I made my sex deal with Tess.
We were both going crazy with abstinence, so we made an arrangement. She wanted to try some new kinks, and God did I want to show them to her.
It was a plan to keep our sanities.
And it worked for 2 minutes.
And now…
Well, now I’m pretty sure Tessa wants to drive me mad.
She has some friends staying over (they got tested and all, chill) and she is flirting with one of the guys.
We are supposed to be having sex, me and her.
I was supposing to be sleep fucking her and hate fucking her and ass fucking her and fist fucking her and any other kind of fucking for which pornhub had a category… but instead, I can barely get her alone anymore. Instead I gotta watch her play flirt with one of these guys.
“Ethan” he is called.
I call him “hmshhm”. No, that’s not a word. It’s a mumble. A growl. Fuck him.
I hate him.
Does Tessa care?
No. Cause that damn woman wants to drive me mad.
She wants me in a padded room and a straightjacket.
Listen, it’s not just that she is playfully flirting with her idiot friend, Ethan. It’s not just that I haven’t fucked her in four days cause all her friends are staying over. It’s not even that every morning when I eat my cereal there’s always the fucking purple spoon I shoved in her pussy. It’s none of that.
It’s the bikini.
It’s that fucking tiny red bikini that makes my blood boil to the point where my soul is cooking inside my flesh.
I don’t know what she is trying to do. I think she is still trying to make me hate her?
I think Tessa is so new to kink she doesn’t understand I don’t need to hate her to be rough. And she loves being hate fucked so bad she doesn’t wanna lose it.
I wanna hold her and tell her “baby, I can rough you up all night and never stop caring about you”, but I don’t think she is there yet.
And Tessa is like a baby calf who is really curious about fire and kitchens, but has just been told what a veal is. If I move too fast she’ll jump.
I gotta be slow.
I gotta be dead slow.
Which is no easy feat, let me tell you, because on morning number 5 of her friends being over, she walks into the kitchen and Ethan… this little weasel of a man who thinks he has a chance with Tess… smiles at her with his sneaky little weasel teeth and says “good morning, baby”.
Baby.
He calls her baby.
Anybody knows how many times you gotta hit a weasel with a spoon before it dies?
Cause I’m considering it.
But I play it cool.
She doesn’t belong to me. We were never exclusive, hell we were never even together really.
This is no business of mine. So I try to ignore the tingling sensation of rage spreading through my body and play it cool. I don’t think anyone noticed my quick display of jealousy, so at least my dignity is unharmed.
Or at least so I thought.
Cause that’s when Fucking Tess sits close to Idiot Ethan. She smiles back at him like a sweetheart, kisses his cheek with lingering lips and whispers “morning, baby” back at him.
Like, fuck me, right?
She never calls me “baby” unless she is dead after an orgasm that I had to put a lot of effort into. But he gets a “baby” after a smile?
And its not even a pretty smile. He is all… weasel and… weasel-like.
He is fit, yeah. And I suppose some people would say he looks ok.
But Tess is far too hot for him.
Like, very far. Like this man over here is trying to get to Jupiter on his Honda Civic.
I take the deepest of breaths and try to ignore it cause she is not my girl and… she looks at me.
This fucking cunt looks at me like she is having the time of her life.
She noticed I’m jealous, didn’t she?
And now she is trying to make me mad so I’ll fuck her right.
Well, no problem, baby girl. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re getting. But get up from that chair before… and it’s too late.
Weasel has his arm around her shoulders, talking really close like they are old time lovers.
I eat my cereal cause I can’t eat my own teeth.
She wants me mad.
I’m mad.
I’d rather rough fuck her while giving her sweet kisses, but this woman wants all hate all the time.
They are in their early twenties, with their college classes suspended, so their plan is to spend the day in the pool. I am on the other half of the 20’s and have some work to do so I’m not joining.
I lock myself in my room and try not to think about Tess in a bikini with Ethan.
I try not to think about her smooth silky skin under my teeth. I try not to think about the sound my belt would make running into her ass cheeks.
She said she wanted that.
She wants a belt spanking, a choking and some non-con. That’s what she requested. “And more” she said. Stuff she doesn’t yet know.
That’s her list.
I have one of my own.
I wanna fist fuck her. I want that sweet virgin ass around my cock. I wanna fuck her tits. I wanna cum in her throat. And at least one time, in this life the Lord has given me, I’d like to tie her up and gag her, so she’d be very quiet while her pussy gets slammed.
But I’m trying to work.
So I have to not think about that for a few hours.
Not an easy thing to do, but I am a mighty warrior, I am.
As soon as I’m done, I go to the yard for a beer and that’s when I see it.
The red bikini.
They’ve been hanging at the pool every other day, but she always chose to wear something a bit more.. modest. I mean they were still bikinis and she was still smoking hot, but this red thing she is wearing today looks like it slipped out of a porn production.
You know those fucking tiny pieces the women wear in porn before they start stripping and masturbating? Like they are two sizes too small and are about to pop off at any second. It covers just enough to make you drool and shows just enough to make you hard, but it’s the blatant promise of more that catches the eye.
And Ethan has a fucking arm around her waist.
I’m gonna go mad.
“Hey! You done with work?” She smiles like a sweet little thing, fooling me not one bit. Specially because, as she says that and I walk towards her, she runs her finger through the strings. You know those fucking strings in bikini bottoms? On the sides? That look like they are being held together by nothing short of a miracle?
Yeah, those things.
Tessa plays with the strings on the sides. And she does it slowly. Like a porn director somewhere just yelled “action”.
She is trying to drive me mad.
Padded room and straightjacket.
I can’t take my eyes off her pussy.
I grab my jaw. I rub my face.
I keep grabbing my jaw.
I keep rubbing my face.
I don’t think there is a word in the realms of men to describe how much I want to anal that woman. How much I want my dick in her ass until she screams and begs.
I am livid.
I can feel lust oozing out of me through my skin in a cold sweat.
“Yeah. I’m done” I say.
I’m done, Tess.
I’m so fucking done.
“You didn’t get a beer?” She asks.
No, Tessa. I planned on it, but then I saw you in this oh so fucking gorgeous red bikini and now I forgot what a beer is supposed to be.
“Not yet” I say.
“I’ll get you one” she volunteers and I follow her like that was the goal all along.
“How many times are we still gonna do this?” I ask when we are somewhat alone, in the kitchen.
“Do what?”
“You trying to rattle me so I’ll fuck you harder”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. You understand I can still fuck you like a cunt even if you don’t act like one?”
“You can always fuck me like a cunt, cause that’s what you are. Asshole” she adds under her breath.
She is truly trying to drive me insane. Truly.
I do some more jaw grabbing and face rubbing until she bends over.
She.
Bends.
Over.
Under the premise of looking for a beer on the lower part of the fridge and I don’t know, man… maybe it’s innocent. But you know Tessa as well as I do at this point. Would you bet on her innocence? Would you really?
I don’t.
And even if I did, I am still a hot blooded man.
When she bends over, I can see the lines of her pussy all pressed up against the fabric. I slide my finger there, just to feel her cause it’s been a while and I miss her.
She jumps up a little as if she didn’t expect it, tightening up her puss and ass. But right after a cute little gasp, she relaxes and stays put, gladly accepting my fingering while trying to pretend she doesn’t care about it.
“This fucking bikini is gonna make me lose my mind” I think I say it out loud, but I am so horny I can’t think straight.
“You like it? You should see me without it”
“Yeah? You wanna go upstairs?” I ask.
“What’s wrong with right here? You lost your balls?”
“You know the story of the little girl who played with fire?” I push her bikini to the side.
“Let me guess, she got bur…OH” I grab her puss and finger her for a second before I notice something that makes my whole blood… listen: my WHOLE blood get drained down to my cock.
“What the fuck?” I stop, feeling goosebumps so powerful my knees shiver “Did you…” I gotta check this out. I hook her bikini to get it out of the way so I can look “Did you wax? Did you wax… for me?”
“I waxed for the bikini” she pushes my hand away.
“I wanna see” I pull my cock out, still holding her in place, cause I wanna see it, sure… But I also wanna dick her right after that.
“Well, too bad. You won’t”
“Why not”
“Cause you called me a cunt. I don’t know if I liked that”
I snark, cause I’m so fucking done with these little games.
“Tessa, I’m not gonna keep remiding you of safe words, do you understand? You know what it is and you said you wanted non-con, so be warned. Next time I feel you deserve to get dick, I’ll give it to you”
“I’ve been waxing for 3 days and you only just noticed” she shrugs, still bent over trying to find me a beer “So excuse me if I’m not holding my breath for your cock. At this point, I’m not even sure you have a dick anymor… OH” she gasps again as I fuck her, just the tip though. Just a little bit of dick to shut her up “Trevor, people are right outside” she gasps with heavy eyelids, scratching my thighs over the jean “Get a hold of yourself!”
“Dont’t fuck with fire, Tessa” I move my hips and shove my whole cock in until my balls slap her.
Just one hump.
One.
One taste of it.
Then I pull out.
Fully.
And I wanna stop here to get some credit cause do you have any idea how hard it is to pull completely out of a steaming hot woman who’s been driving you insane for five days?
It’s hard.
Trust me.
I should get a medal or something.
Cock goes back in the pants and she looks at me flustered.
“What… what are you doing? You were fucking me” she demands me back in.
“Yeah. But people are right outside, get a hold of yourself” I play it off like it’s nothing and she goes red with rage.
I love brats. I hate games.
But if she wants play, I can play too.
She adjusts her bikini bottom to cover her pussy.
“I still wanna see that shaved pussy” I say with so much lust I am almost drooling through the words.
“Fuck off”
“I’m gonna see that shaved pussy”
“Go eat ass, Trevor”
“Yours. Very soon”
I slide my teeth over her ear just as she walks away.
We get back to the yard and in comes the Weasel. With his Weasel arms and his Weasel smile. Greedy Weasel hands all over Tessa.
She is all wet and God does she look beautiful! I wanna eat my hands. And no, this is not a random thought. Tessa makes me want to bite and eat things that have no business being food… it happens often, it’s just my body trying to deal with this growing urge to bite her tits.
“Trevor, where is your beer?” Clyde asks. He is another one of Tessa’s friends. One I actually like.
“Hm?”
“Didn’t you just go inside to get a beer?” He points at my hands, absent beer.
Well, that is a very good fucking question, Clyde.
That’s twice now, Tessa’s body made me forget what I was doing.
“I… I don’t think I saw any beers” I sound unsure.
I can see Tessa licking her own smile.
“There might be some in the fridge in the garage!” She points out “I forgot, let’s check it”
She goes back in and I follow her cause if she is gonna bend over for the fridge again, I wanna be there for the show.
Her pussy looks so good slightly covered by the bikini like this. I can see the little bumps when she bends, you know? Marking the area I’d like to have slamming against my groin. I let her walk in front of me so I can keep checking her out until we get to the kitchen.
“It’s so easy to pull your strings, Trev. You sure you are a dominant? Cause you just look like my pet right now”
This fucking woman.
My cock was already half pump. But she provokes me and it goes up all the way, like it’s telling me “Trevor, you fucking pussy, you gonna let this woman talk to you like that and walk? Spread her fucking legs. Teach her respect”. It’s very hard to argue against my hard cock. It has a natural talent to convince me of things.
What I do next is very casual. Like it’s routine.
Tessa has her back turned to me, I push her bikini to the side once more and dick her again. Just once, in and out, again.
My move catches her completely off guard. She jumps up so hard, I have to hold her to stop her head from hitting the cabinets.
“What are you doing!” She pushes me away, hard “Stop that!”
No.
I grab her waist with a powerful grip.
“I warned you” I whisper in her hair, breathing in her perfume “I’m gonna dick you every time you have an attitude. Try me”
I force her hips to move so I can hump her again. She loses balance and her hands hit some of the plates on the counter.
“Trevor! Stop!”
“I’ll stop when I’m done” I put the tip of my cock inside her pussy again, but she moves all the way around and slaps it away.
Now, I don’t mind a little pain every now and then, but she never did something like this before. She never used force to keep me away. So I hold. Actually, it would be more accurate to say I freeze.
Does this mean she really doesn’t want it? Fuck, I wish Tessa had safe worded me at least once before, so I’d know she’d use it.
I am so horny I can feel my heart beat in my balls. But I try to catch my breath and raise my hands just enough so she’d understand I’m calling truce. We stare at each other for the longest time, I try to find a cue in her eyes to what she wants me to do, but I got nothing, so I slowly put my cock back in my pants.
“You know what’s your problem, Trevor?”
“What?” I say, cautiously.
“You think you are the only one who knows how to fuck, and that I’m some inexperienced girl. You think I am so…” she takes a deep breath and make sure I’m looking at her “Green” she adds and I stop breathing.
“Excuse me?” I add, still being careful.
“You think I am… “ she pauses again, willingly separating the word from the rest “Green. You understand?”
Yeah, baby. I understand.
“But I’m a grown woman, not a needy little bitch like you. So fuck off”.
And now it’s open season.
It’s open fucking season.
She was trying to go to the garage right? Well, she never makes there.
Hell, she barely made it to the hallway.
“You disrespectful fucking cunt” I grab her wrists hard. I am so much bigger than her I can fit both her wrists in one of my hands and hold them perfectly in place.
“Let me go” she tries to knee me but I am three times her size and pinning her against the wall is the easiest fucking thing I’ve done all year.
I move to slide her bikini to the side for the hundredth time and she bites me. Little bitch bites me, can you believe that?
“Keep your filthy hands off my pussy”
“Your pussy? YOUR pussy?” I bite her back, only I’m stronger so I bite her harder “You think it’s yours? This fucking thing is mine” I rip her bikini bottom off entirely and leave her naked in the middle of the hallway. She gasps, but she is so turned on there is a river going on down her puss right now.
“Trevor, no! Stop this!” She whimpers as I press the tip of my cock on her slit “Trevor, please”
“Shh, almost over. This is between me and my pussy. You be quiet.”
She squirms trying to wiggle her way out but I am so much bigger and heavier than she is that it can’t even be called a fight.
I bring her bikini to my face so I can bury my nose in her pussy smell and it’s so fucking good that I feel a chill down my spine going all the way to my pubes.
She tries to scratch me and put up a ridiculous little fight, but my cock’s tip is already in. Her legs are spread open and there is but one thing in this world she could possibly do to prevent me from taking her.
“This is what you call putting up a fight?” I tease her “For all your strong woman bravado, I was expecting so much more, Tessie. You got nothing”. I think that pisses her off for real, cause before she was cute-fighting me… now she tries pushing me away with all her strength. Feels like fighting-for-her-life. Matters not. Makes zero difference to me.
But this is the exact moment I choose to fuck her. I just had my tip in before, but as soon as she decides to full fight, I dig in until my balls slap her ass to teach her respect.
“Get off me! Asshole! I said ’no’!” She whimpers more, pushing me away with all the strength in her weak little arms. I press her even tighter against the wall. She turns her face to escape my lips, so I have my forehead pressing against her temple and my nose on her cheek.
“I’m getting your ass next” I whisper “Been playing this tune for far too long. I’m ready to dance!”
“You’re not getting my ass”
I’m still balls deep in her. I didn’t move. I don’t hump her at all. I just stay there. In her. She moves and tries to fight me which makes the muscles inside her squeeze my cock like it’s a bottle of toothpaste.
“And you plan to stop me how?”
“I’ll scream!”
I shove her bikini panties in her mouth and gag her with it.
“No, you won’t. What else you got?” I move my hips back and slam into her one more time with such power that she goes up the wall. Her eyes roll back so far into her head I doubt they are ever coming back.
And then I pull out.
Completely.
Fuck, I should get a medal for this fucking move.
I should have the medal named after me.
You think it’s easy? You think it’s easy to have a sweet pussy drooling its honey on your shaft while the woman is bound by your body weight and gagged with the smell and taste of her own cunt… and then you pull out? You think it’s easy? You try it, motherfucker. Just you try it. I want that medal.
I pull out and leave her empty and hollow. Looking at me with tears in her confused eyes and some saliva still threatening to escape her lips. Trying desperately to catch her breath only barely aware that she is completely naked from the waist down.
“Go get my beer” I put my cock back in my pants.
Tessa stares at me like she does not believe me.
This isn’t an euphemism.
She actually doesn’t believe me.
She is waiting for me to fuck her again. Waiting for anything. Feeling her insides burn almost as much as my balls right now. But I give her nothing.
“You deaf, cunt? Go get my beer”
She spits out the bikini bottom, but I take it from her and close it in my clenched fist.
“Give that back, Trevor, so I can…
“I would, if you asked. But you demand. So no”
Tessa looks around, because we are we in a very very very public setting and she has her ass and her clean shaven pussy out.
“Please?” She shivers.
I lean into her so my eyes are on level with hers. I am feeling it so bad I show a little teeth when I say:
“Go get my fucking beer” I whisper, with my voice hoarse and drenched in lust “Make me ask again and I’ll take your top too”.
She believes me. As she should.
She turns to walk to the garage and as she does I smack her ass. Hard and loud. To make it hurt. She jumps up a bit and caresses the area I stroke. Fuck me if she doesn’t look cute doing it. So sweet, trying to care for the area I just hit. Like a little innocent flower, makes me want to kiss her ass cheek a little and say “daddy will make it stop hurting, baby”. But she’s been baiting me for that hate fuck all day and I plan to oblige.
I close the garage door as soon as we are there and stand with my back against it, keeping it closed.
The fridge is large and horizontal, she is gonna have to bend over every time she goes get a beer and God knows I’m gonna make her get like ten different ones. She has such nice ass, fuck me blind. Round and popping up like a woman who does not skip a fucking day at the gym, not even for the holidays.
And then she turns around and it’s even worst. Her waxed pussy looks so smooth. You ever been to the bakery and seen a cake that looks like it was covered in velvet, one of those you just know it’s gonna taste excellent? That’s Tessa’s pussy right now. Not a single hair on her, just a bit of glow that probably comes from either my pre cum or hers. Or both.
Her bikini top is almost giving up after the attack she suffered on the hallway. Its holding on by the skin of its teeth, and only because her nipples have gone so hard they are working like hooks, keeping the piece in place.
She holds out the beer bottle but I don’t go for it just yet.
I stare at her body a little more and stroke my cock for a second.
“Your puss looks so good. I don’t like that you shaved it without my permission, but it looks good”
“I need your permission to shave my pussy?” She asks with an attitude.
“You ever been fucked by a beer bottle, Tess?”
Her eyes go wide as she gulps.
“No”
“Yeah, so maybe don’t test me, hm? Turn around, bend over and put your ass up cause I’m gonna fuck it”
I take the beer and she looks around as if the instructions made no sense.
“You’re gonna…? Here? Now? No”
I grab her by the throat because I mean business.
“I’m sorry, was I asking?”
“N-no”
“No… what?” I squeeze her throat a little more.
“No, sir” she stutters.
I let her go, put the beer on a shelf and touch my belt just to get the buckle out of the way. That’s when I notice Tess didn’t move.
“You fucking worthless piece of ass. Did you not understand me? Turn around. Ass up. Simple fucking instruct…” And then… then I notice she is staring at my belt. “Oh” I smile “Fucking whore. This is what you want?” I take it off really fucking slow. Roll it around my hand and it’s like this woman has been hypnotised.
“Turn around, baby, daddy will give you what you want”.
This time she obeys without missing a beat.
She holds on to whatever she can find and gives me her ass. I rolled the belt around my knuckles and I caress her pussy with the leather, very slightly. Just so she knows it’s there. She starts moaning so fast it’s like she is about to cum, so I pinch her clit.
“Don’t you fucking dare”. But my girl likes it rough and the pinching does nothing but turn her on more.
Fuck.
This is the issue with masochists, right? It’s hard to find a way to punish them.
“Tessa, if you cum right now, I’ll have to go fuck one of your girl friends”.
That does it.
She is still choking on her own saliva, but she isn’t climaxing anymore.
“Hit me” she asks “With the belt”
“You do not learn, do you? You don’t tell me what to do”
“You said you would. You said you’d hit me”
“Yeah, but did I say when?”
“Trevor, don’t you fucking dare” she starts to turn so I hold her in place and fuck her pussy just to get her juice on my cock.
“You gotta say goodbye to your virgin ass, now”
“No, not right now. You spank me first, you fucking asshole. Then I’ll let you have it…
“Let me?” I grab her ass cheeks with my large hands and spread her ass open like it’s on the menu. I rub my cock covered in her pussy juice over her tight hole “Let me?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ok? Sir, please?”
I press just the tip of my cock into her hole and she starts squirming so good.
“The spanking first, you promised”
“No” I press a little more and her whimpers turn to moan and back to whimpers.
“No, Trevor, don’t. Please. Please not here” she is so wet she is leaking on my shoes. I think she may already be cumming.
“Am I still treating you like you’re inexperienced?” I fuck her ass one inch at a time, just a little bit more “Am I still treating you like you’re green?”
It’s just there for a split second, but she has that horny hungry-looking smirk like a whore.
“Yes” she confirms the green “Please, don’t fuck it here”
“I’ll fuck it wherever I want”
She moans so loud someone will hear us.
I push a little deeper.
Her ass is tight. Like fighting me tight. It’s almost impossible to shove it in but God does it feel wonderful.
Keeping focus is hard. I want this to be good for her, but I can barely maintain my own consciouness. I’m drifting so fucking fast to that delicious place where your full balls just go empty in a second.
“Please, don’t. No, please stop. Daddy, please. Not here.”
“Shh, almost over” I grab her hips and her body shakes like orgasm is ripping her apart. Climaxing like only a well-fucked woman can.
Fuck, she does like this “almost over” thing, doesn’t she? Well then, for good measure I say “Daddy is almost over”.
She keeps trying to fight me but every one of her moves just twists my dick inside her more and I’m about to fill her up so full, her ass will still be leaking my jizz two weeks from now.
Then.
THEN.
I swear to fucking Christ our Lord, there is a loud bang outside like a bunch of people in the kitchen just dropped something.
I pull out and she gets off me, scared we’re gonna get caught.
I look at the door in despair expecting someone to walk through it in a second but the thing is I am so fucking unbelievably out of my mind horny, I don’t even think straight. I am so fucking pissed.
“I’m gonna burn this whole house down I swear to God” the words shiver out of my mouth. Tess takes her bikini bottom and puts it back on and I take her lead to put my cock away but honestly… anyone walks in here right now, they are gonna guess what we were doing. They are absolutely gonna guess what we were doing. Tessa has her thighs obviously wet. I am obviously hard to a point where there is no hiding it. Fuck, I was in her ass a second ago. Actually inside her ass. First man to ever do it.
“Go upstairs” I tell her “Right now, right the fuck now”
“Trevor…”
“Don’t fuck with me you c…
“Trev, red!” She says panicking and I swallow my words mid-sentence “I dont’t know if my mom and your dad are back. I… that door is open. Are we insane, right now?”
Post nut clarity, ladies and gentlemen.
She came. Great for her.
Really fucking great.
I didn’t.
But she said red. So I go quiet and nod my head.
She cups my cheeks and kisses one of them.
“I’m sorry” I can tell she feels guilty, even though it’s not her fault “I’ll take care of you later, I promise”
I just nod my head again, cause I really don’t have control over my body to do anything other than that.
“I’ll let you fuck my ass for real” she says with a guilty smile and I feel so sad for Trevor. Poor poor Trevor who had this wonderful ass around his cock for like eight seconds. “All night, ok?” she says. And let me tell you: eight seconds of ass is not enough seconds “Ok, baby?” She says and I… I don’t know, man. It feels like I melted a little.
She hardly ever calls me baby.
She only does it when she’s being mean or ironic, or when she is dead horny. Now she doesn’t seem to be any of that.
“Ok” I smile and she kisses the corner of my lips before guiding us back to the kitchen.
Brother, I am so horny.
I don’t think I can explain it with words cause if I try, I feel like saying hauihgduyewgihduhd or something, you know?
I am so horny my eyes hurt. I keep seeing these black spots like my brain is running out of blood.
The noise in the kitchen was just our friends. I try to escape for a second to go jerk off cause there is no way I will survive the whole night like this. I’m sorry, Tess, but I won’t.
She grabs me as I’m trying to slip away.
“Don’t” she says.
“What?”
“Don’t rub it off. I wanna take care of it”
I’m gonna cry, dude. I’m actually gonna cry.
This woman is gonna rob me of my sanity. She’s gonna take it and run with it and I’ll be left behind with a hard on in a mental institution.
“Tessa, have mercy”
“I thought the noise was your dad and my mom, but they are not back yet. I don’t mind risking it in front of these guys”
“What?”
“I don’t wanna get caught, but I don’t mind risking it. I’d mind if it was our parents”
“They’re gonna spend the night at your aunt Cecille’s. They’re probably helping with the wedding stuff until later”
“Oh, then you can absolutely keep doing what you were doing before”
I put my hands together in prayer.
“You are the devil. Actual Satan. Woman, what do you want from me?”
“You can go back to teasing me”
“You said red”
“I know. I’m unsaying it”
“Tessa” I take a deep breath “Right now, I’m on pause cause you safe worded, but my dick is hard as steel. It’s draining so much blood, I can’t feel my fingers. If you unpause this, I’m gonna have no fucking mercy on your pussy. Or your ass. You understand?”
“Yeah, but you’d have to catch me”
“Catch you?”
“Yeah. I’m unpausing it. Carry on”
I grab her waist immediately. Immediately. Cause I’m gonna fuck her where I stand but this hellish woman was ready for it, and slipped through my fingers like soap.
My cock is so hard it’s about to rot and fall off.
We go back to the yard with her friends. She joins them by the pool while I stay back a little and put my shirt back on.
“Uh, Trevor?” Clyde laughs.
“What?” I say. And as soon as they all turn at me, Tessa (who is at the far back and away from everyone’s sight but mine) touches her top like she is adjusting it and removes it. Showing me her naked breasts. She pinches one of her nipples and rolls it around her finger. Her eyes almost close as she breathes through ajar lips.
That’s for me.
I have a chair in front of me to keep my boner safe from everyones eyes. But they are all quiet like they are expecting an answer and I think Clyde already asked me something, only I didn’t hear it.
“I’m sorry?” I say.
“I said… where is your beer, mate?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Did I forget this fucking thing again?
Tess comes up with some random lie and says “I’ll get for you”. If I follow her, we’d be too obvious. But ask me if I care.
You didn’t, but I don’t.
I follow her. I’m a few steps behind her. Enough so that when I get to the garage she already has the beer bottle. Which she opened and is currently rubbing against her pussy.
Now I want you to take your time and really picture this.
Smoking hot, saliva inducing delicious woman. Bikini pushed to the side like a whore on payroll. Grinding her glistening recently shaved pussy against a beer bottle so cold it’s sweating.
She doesn’t shove it in, but presses the tip of the bottle across her slit, drenches it in some nice Tessa Juice before handing it to me.
Imagine it’s you, ok?
Imagine you’ve just been handed that bottle.
What do you do?
Cause, friend, I got nothing.
“Here” she says “Now I’ve been fucked by a beer bottle”
I can’t speak.
I look at that thing in my hand feeling its cold burning me.
She leaves the garage and I need a moment before I follow her.
I walk back and I think maybe I lost my ability to dominate a woman. Or maybe it’s just the sudden realization that eventually comes to all of us in bdsm: the dominant is never really the one in charge.
It’s the submissive, isn’t it?
In healthy bdsm, the subs are the ones setting the pace and by God is Tessa in charge of me right now.
This goes on all through the night.
I rub my cock against her whenever I can get close enough. I try her thighs, her waist, her stomach. I have my hands on her whenever I can. It feels like a game. Like a dance. Like a hunt.
And she doesn’t fall behind. Suddenly, she is the one checking out my tattoos with her hands. And I let her. Fuck, I’d let her do anything.
“You wanna go upstairs right now?” I ask.
“Just out of curiosity… what would you do if I didn’t let you fuck me afterall?” She has a sadistic smile and walks away without waiting for a reply.
She wouldn’t do that right?
Not tonight, not after…
She has clothes back on while we eat pizzas for dinner, but I’ll be damned if every time eyes turn my way, she doesn’t take the opportunity to flash me her tits. It’s discreet and quiet. She pulls one side of her shirt, or slowly lifts it, She is wearing no bra and every time she does it, I can see her tiny pink nipples going harder and harder as the night goes by.
She likes that I’m hungry for her.
She likes that I’m mad.
She also likes suggesting that’s all I’m getting tonight. A flash of her tits and nothing more. Fuck that.
One of the times she does this, Ethan almost catches her mid flash and that makes me shiver in the wrong way.
She gets up to clean some dishes and looks at me like she wants company. So I get up and start moving her way, only Lou decides to interrupt me for whatever. I take eight seconds to get rid of her and I think eight seconds really is a cursed amount of time for me cause as soon as I look up, Ethan made his way to help Tess.
He hugs her from behind and she put her ass up against his crotch, dry humping him.
Now… I’ll be honest. She probably didn’t see him and thought it was me.
But I don’t much care.
The black spots in my sight go red with rage.
Ethan thinks the dry humping is for him and puts his hands on her waist, kissing her shoulder.
She takes a second too long to realize it’s not me, and is still rubbing her ass on his dick.
I am not a particularly religious man. I never believed in being possessed with something.
But that was before Ethan rubbed his dick on my girl’s ass. Now I know it’s true. Evil is true and it can take over us and make us want to commit bloody murder.
I get to that kitchen so fast there is a strong possibility I ran Louise over.
I get there as Tessa notices her mistake and back him off. He acts cool, but he thinks she is pushing him away cause I caught them, so he smiles and winks at her before going back to the living room.
“I thought it was you” she says with a smile that is both innocent and guilty. Like it was an honest mistake but she is loving it that she can reap it’s benefits.
“You know, when I fuck you tonight… and I will fuck you tonight. I’m gonna forget you never did anal before”
“What if I lock myself in my room before you get me?”
“Try it. I will break it down and fuck your ass raw with no lube”
I am fucking her tonight or I will change my name.
But she is sneaky.
An hour later, I blinked and she was gone.
“Off to bed” someone said.
She is really gonna do this to me, isn’t she? She convinced me not to jerk off only to torture me further.
I’m almost giving up. I walk up the stairs and into the hallway, who do I see? Alone in the dim light, still wet from the shower, leaving the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel?
Oh, vindication, how good do you feel!
She turns her head my way and we lock eyes.
It’s a fraction of a second.
One fraction.
She runs away.
I go for her.
I’m faster and I’m not wet or wrapped in a towel. I am already hard again, and it’s not easy to run with a boner, but I get by.
I grab her as she is crossing the door into her room, trying to lock herself in safety. She tries to kick me but I am not fucking having it. I take her to my room and I am so rough carrying her that by the time I close the door her towel is gone.
I lock the door.
I put the key in my pocket.
This is gonna be fun.
Tag: Fisting
Cosplay [M22/F22] [con][sex] (2/3)
[Part 1](https://redd.it/102g2fm)
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8. *Everything*
It was a deep, hungry, voracious kiss which found them devouring each
other’s mouth for minutes on end. Her tongue would dart forwards,
tasting, licking, probing as he eagerly sucked on it, only for her to
return the favour moments later as he pushed back with his own tongue.
All the while she kept grinding her hips, pressing hard against his
bulge, pre-cum staining his pants. She held his head tightly, pulling
it against her face, while he gently placed his hands on her waist,
feeling her writhe on his erection. They panted as they gasped for air
every so often during brief releases, only to then frantically consume
each other with renewed vigour.
“Wait, wait,” said Seung-hee, pushing herself up, barely fighting
off the urge to dive into him again.
“Are you OK?” he asked, breathlessly.
Seung-hee gave him a sweet smile.
“I’m fine, I just want to try something,” she explained.
She paused, reconsidering her proposal.
“Better yet, I want to try everything,” she said, in an eager,
husky voice.
“I… I don’t have condoms Seung-hee.”
Holly’s Tales – Part 6
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzarg4/hollys_tales_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzarg4/hollys_tales_part_1/)
Mr. Donovan’s hands gather up my hair together. He doesn’t pull hard as I can feel him put it into a pony tail. After a few moments, I can tell he’s grabbed the shower head now because the sound of the shower head wobbles and oscillates in my ears. He starts low, on my feet, getting me used to the temperature. I wince momentarily as the hot water hits my skin, but I adjust quickly and my body soaks it up. There’s a sting when the heat hits the welts on my leg, but I don’t mind; it almost feels good in its memory.
The water has moved up my legs and to my waist, and now around back. He is methodical in drenching me, but the heated air and hot water has turned me to jelly in his hands. The water is now on my shoulders, and my body involuntarily shudders at the encompassing pleasure the heat has. After several minutes, he stops and I can tell he’s replaced the shower head in its cradle, but kept it running. I can hear the distinct opening of a plastic top near my head. Next, my ears pick up the sounds of wet washcloths rubbing together.
Cream-Donut and Coffee [MF][Consensual][Creampie][Public][Quickie]
Riley’s stomach churned and her head pounded as she
tried to adjust her sunglasses in an attempt to block out the sun. Last nights
bender had taken a toll on her and now she paid the price for her frivolous
ways. Her heels clicked, more cheerful than herself, along the pavement of the
sidewalk. It has been a week now since she arrived in her hometown, stayed with
her family, and enjoyed the summer, taking a long-needed vacation from her job
at a local news-outlet. It was a Wednesday morning, a day like any other for
most people, yet here she was, stumbling along the main-road that ripped its
way throughout the town, the hangover clouding her consciousness. Scents of
baked food, BBQ’s, car exhausts and the summery air all mixed into a sickening
concoction of smells that began a lovely ruffle with her already weakened
stomach.-
She eyed herself in one of the stores big windows as
she walked alongside it. Her elbow long, black, curly hair bouncing in time
with her shaky steps. Under her sunglasses, big bags made themselves
comfortable, last nights make-up still haphazardly strewn across her face. She
felt the walk of shame she had put herself into deep in her soul. Her grey,
crochet cardigan blew in the wind, revealing her strong, slightly muscular
torso, clad by a black tank-top, revealing much of her bronze skin, showing of
the well-rounded form of her breasts. Her gaze continuing onwards to her black
jeans with rips on her upper thighs and knees showing of more of her toned,
bronze legs. Some idiot had spilled Jack Daniel’s and coke on them yesterday;
luckily not much she thought. Finally, she eyed her heeled ankle boots, black
and not very expensive, but they fitted the occasion. Her footing on them did
not seem very secure now, with the ghost of last night pulling on her entire
body, begging her to just lay down on the pavement and fall asleep. As quickly
as her mirror image appeared it vanished again as she walked past a
side-street.-
Looking to escape the noise of the town-centre, she
turned on her heel and entered the alley. No cars drove along this road and
most buildings were comprised of housing, with the occasional brick and mortar
store. A short walk into the street however revealed something that piqued her
interest. Infront of her a café revealed itself. Small and rather quiet, it
sought to imitate a sort of Parisian aesthetic. The front-porch was littered
with metal chairs that all had intricately designed backrests. They were placed
up to typical, round tables with bright white pine wood surfaces. Surrounding
the porch was a wooden fence that had been overgrown by ivy. A wooden skeletal
porch roof putting a nice finishing touch to the area. People sat down, an
ocean of words and voices, enjoying coffee, cakes, and other assorted pastries.
The front of the building itself was entirely clad by a window wall, revealing
an equally kitschy interior. A bar in the very back, serving the black gold,
together with the plethora of foods. the front being invaded by more table and
chair combos that could be found outside.-
“This is what I need now.” Riley thought to herself,
her dry mouth beginning to water at the prospect of a hot caramel coffee.
Approaching the glass door, she eyed the different patrons, trying to discern
their orders to make an informed decision on what to get. As she pushed the
door inwards, an authentic little bell, that hung just above her head, was
pushed by the door and began to ring, filling the room and her entrance with a
pleasant, movie-like aura. The bar currently did not have a line and so Riley
positioned herself opposite of it, inspecting the menu, taking in all the
different options, wondering what actual Europeans would think about this.-
“Hi, hello, and welcome to Pierre’s, what can I get
you?” The chirping voice grated on Riley’s unprepared ears, not because the
noise was bad, but because it popped up unannounced and without warning,
ruining her quite French countryside moment and pulling her right back into her
American home. Across the bar, a young, eager looking guy assumed his assigned
position. Riley didn’t see him being older than twenty-three. His thick, light
brown hair complimented his square face nicely and gave it a much-needed
softness. He was tall, taller than Riley and rather thin, yet his chest seemed
well defined. The baby blue apron that bared the café’s logo clashed with his
black turtleneck. His arms long, the left hand accessorized with a leather
wristband, he cupped his fist with his other hand, waiting for Riley to order.
“Still looking? Need any recommendations?” Riley had not realized that an
awkward amount of time had passed while she scanned him thoroughly.-
“Oh uhm…I’ll take a caramel coffee please!” Riley
cleared her throat, her body still in shambles, she glanced around the room,
looking for a free seat. “Coming right up” The barista answered. Before he
turned around, she could catch a glimpse on his nametag. “Brian” her mind read.
“Could not have been more generic huh?” Riley absentmindedly watched Brian
prepare her order and paid for it as he handed it out to her, wishing her a
wonderful Wednesday in the same overzealous tone that he greeted her in. She
wondered if he had an alliteration prepared for every day. A Top Tier Tuesday?
Fabolous Friday perhaps? She sat down in the corner, placing her coffee on the
available coaster, putting her bag on the chair next to her and withdrawing her
phone from it. Before unlocking it, she took a sip of her beverage and sighed
as the liquid paradise refreshed her body, mind and soul, gifting her new
life.-
She opened her phone, followed by her gallery, and
began scrolling through last nights pictures. It was her best friend’s birthday
party. Part of the reason why she had come to visit her old home on her
vacation. Photos of cheering, drinking people, couples making out, drinking
games being played and songs being sung. And then there he was, her
one-night-stand from last night. She did not even remember his name. Why should
she anyway? All he did was eat her out for all of five seconds, just to shove
his prick up her bone-dry vagina after which he proceeded to cum all over her
fancy blouse, that she wore yesterday and then had to replace with this black
tank top that belonged to Paige, her best friend. One of the worst sexual
encounters she ever had. Frustrated she let her phone fall to the table, the
screen locking once more. Riley placed her lips back onto the rim of her glass
to take another sip, hoping this beautiful thing would wash all of yesterday’s
bad tastes away.-
Not only was she frustrated, but she also still felt a
deep need for dick inside her. Considering how abruptly last night ended for
her, she was not surprised by how horny she still had been all day. But no one
else at the party truly tickled her fancy, promising her what she needed. She
began to think, mentally working her way through all the man she knew that
still lived around here. Who would be up for meeting an old friend and catching
up on the good old times? The more she meandered through her old contacts and
the emptier her coffee grew, the more desperate she became. “Fucking hell.”
Riley exclaimed under her breath, closing her contacts, and looking around the
café. She couldn’t just pick someone here now could she? She was the only one
that sat alone at her table anyhow and she would certainly not walk up to
someone that had a conversation partner and ask them to pound last nights
memories out of her.-
“Hi, hello and welcome…” The rest of this sentence
fading away in Riley’s mind as this grating voice grabbed her attention one
more time. “I mean he looks cute I guess” she thought to herself, rubbing her
index finger across her puffy lips, biting the lower one. If he was truly cute
or simply fulfilled the necessary criteria of not having a dedicated
conversation partner and being male, she was not sure. Whatever the case she
waited for the new customer to finish his order, then she emptied her glass,
placed it on the table with an encouraged thump and stood up, approaching the
bar once more. She deserved to have a bit of fun before her flight back in two
days, she convinced herself.-
“Hey, you, what can I do for you” Brian asked as soon
as Riley entered his sphere of influence, like a character in a video game,
eager to present his quest. “Hey there Brian…uhm…I’m going to make this
quick.” Riley leaned against the counter, her head slumped onto her chest,
eyeing her shoes before looking back up into Brian’s face, his expression
barely able to hold back the anticipation. “Are you single Brian?” It took him
a moment to process what he had been asked. “I am, yeah!” A nervous smile
overwhelming his lips, unsure what to expect. “Cool, cool…” Riley cleared her
throat. “Uhm…when will your shift end?” Brian turned around, his eyes
piercing the big clock behind him. “I will have my break in fifteen minutes,
why?” Riley looked around; a conspiring look on her face. “You are cute, love
how you handle the store.” She began picking on one of her fingernails. “Want
to meet up during your break and get in some proper relaxation?” a puzzled expression followed Riley’s
statement. “Proper relaxation? Do you mean what I think you mean?” Brian lifted
one eyebrow. “Look, I won’t explain it here right now, meet me in the women’s
bathroom in fifteen minutes if you want to have a bit of fun and return to your
shift with a grin on your face, okay?” Riley smacked the top of the counter and
returned back to her bag and seat.-
As the end of the fifteen minutes grew closer, Riley
made her way towards the women’s bathroom, throwing one final wink towards
Brian, which was being met with a still slightly unsure and confused smirk. Was
she really going to do this? Fucking a stranger in the bathroom-stall in a café
in her hometown? That was something she had never done before, yet the thought
actually began to excite her, a wave of adrenaline washing over her as she
opened the restroom door, looking at the inside and determining the far most
stall to be suitable. As she approached it, she heard the door creak behind
her. Turning around, she noticed Brian standing in the foyer of the restroom,
looking around anxiously, eyeing himself in the mirror above the sinks. Riley
sighed. “Over here!” she silently shouted towards him. Brian jumped and then
quickly walked over to her. “Hey… uhm… so now what?” Brian stood in front
of her, Riley’s back turned towards the stall. “What do you think silly? Now we
fuck” Riley chuckled, grabbed the neck of his sweater and pulled Brian in for a
kiss.-
His narrow lips felt soft on hers, his tongue
passionately swirling around hers. As innocent as he presented himself, he
surely didn’t do this for the first time. Brian’s hand gently placed on Riley’s
cheek he pulled her in closer. Riley’s breasts pressed against his chest, his
hand caressing over her lower back. She pulled him into the stall, making sure
the toilet-seat is all the way down before she ripped herself away from his
deep kisses, sitting down on the lid and haphazardly tugging on his apron. “Wow
you are truly in need huh?” He voiced under his breath. “Less talking, more
doing!” Riley swiftly answered, dropping the apron to the ground. Her body warm
in lust and anticipation, her crotch tingling as she began to work the button
of his pants. Once released, his pants slid to the ground, revealing tight
boxershorts that presented the outline of an erect cock, restrained by the
fabric. Riley looked up at him, her eyes big and excited. She placed her lips
on the bulge and began to kiss it, the fabric warm on her lips, the heat
radiating off his penis. Grabbing the trim of his boxershorts, she pulled them
down, which caused the rock-hard shaft to spring up and hit her under her chin.
Riley and Brian chuckled in unison before she turned her attention towards the
tasty treat that swayed right beneath her face. A long, thick shaft protruding
from his hips, clean shaven and accompanied by low hanging balls. Its weight
caused it to bend downwards slightly paired with a curve to the left. He was
uncut and a little flap of skin covered the pinkish, bulging tip. Riley usually
did not have to deal with them but right now it did not matter to her. She
quickly wrapped her fingers around the rod, gently pulling back the foreskin,
the girthy tip peaking out. She placed her lips on it, suckling and running her
tongue all over it. A grunt left Brian’s mouth. “Shush! Be quite!” Riley said,
cock in one hand, the other slapping his thigh. She grinned and locked her lips
back around his throbbing cock. This time completely enveloping the tip and
subsequently sliding down the entire length, her nose bumping into his hip. As
she retreated her head, she felt that Brian had laid his hand on the back of
her head, pressing her back down onto him.-
He began to thrust his hip into her, sounds of gagging
and slurping filling the bathroom. “He definitely got the memo now” Riley
thought to herself as his meaty cock shoved its way in and out of her mouth and
down her throat. Something must have clicked within him, changed, and Riley
enjoyed that change thoroughly, this is what she had hoped for. She slid one
hand down to her pants, unbuttoning them as best as she could while Brian
proceeded to fuck her mouth and then pressed her hands under her panties, her
fingers rubbing across her clit along the way to her entrance to collect her
moisture. She had been wet since he grabbed her head, she enjoyed being used
like that, something about it felt so filthy and yet so arousing to her.
Riley’s fingertips hastily danced around her clit, pressing it, rubbing it, and
pinching it, wanting to wring out all the pent-up frustration and lust from it,
all while Brian’s balls continuously slapped against her cleft chin. A cough
and some more gagging prompted him to withdraw his shaft from Riley’s mouth.
She scrambled to catch her breath. “Jesus, feels like you needed this too!” Her
lung expanding in between words, fighting for air. “Long week” Brian answered,
baring his teeth in a lopsided smile. “Hope you can do that to my pussy too!”
Riley stood up and turned around, her tight ass rubbing against his bulging and
pulsating cock. Brian immediately grabbed the trim of her jeans, only to barely
pull it down halfway down her upper thighs, leaving her legs pressed together
slightly.-
Brian grabbed the base of his cock, pressing the tip
against Riley’s dripping folds, the head gleefully sliding up and down her
thick, puffy, willing pussy lips. Each thrust sending sharp pulses of intense
craving through her entire body, clouding her senses, and filling her mind with
nothing but desire and lust and the willingness to do anything just to be
impaled on him. “Just put it in already!” She whispered, her head over her
shoulder. On command, Brian laid his hands onto her hips, gripping tightly, his
fingers gently burrowing into her skin before pulling her back onto himself,
his rod parting her, conquering her, and filling out every inch of her pussy.
“Fuck, you are tight!” He moaned as he moved back, gaining momentum for another
thrust. Riley grabbed the cistern of the toilet, searching for an ounce of
stability and a way to release the immense pleasure this pure, raw claiming of
her pussy gifted her. One hand began to cover her mouth, to muffle her moans
and screams of ecstasy, while Brian continued to ravage her, pressing himself
into her and pulling her onto him, it felt like his entire being would enter
her any second now. He took what he was offered and then some and Riley loved
it, loved Brian for the way he was fucking her in that moment, and loved this
wonderful Wednesday.-
She looked back at him over her shoulder again. The
image of a man, taking what he wanted, conquering, and claiming, grunting, and
growling presented itself to her. This man would not stop until he had emptied
himself inside her, filling her to the brim, fulfilling his duty, his purpose
and thus following his carnal desires. He now thrusted into her lap so greedily
that the sound of her asscheeks slapping against him filled the air. The
juices, that had leaked from her pussy smearing across his shaft. She wondered
if anyone could hear them, but then again, she did not care. All she cared for
was being fucked; being taken and filled, claimed, and used. Afterall, she used
him for his dick too, so it was only fair of her letting him use her pussy the
way he saw fit. This thought, paired with the fact that Brian now reached
around her waist, laying his fingers onto her clit, and rubbing it with the
same wildness, that he showed her vagina without mercy, send her over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m…” her moaning growing louder, surpassing the muffling of her teeth
biting onto her fingers. “I’m going… to cum… ahh fuck.” Wave after wave of
muscle contractions in sync with pleasure and joy pulsated through her soul,
washing away the filth of yesterday, the frustration and this pesky hangover.
She rode every wave for as long as she could, savouring its pulses, enjoying
the neurons firing of in her brain and finding pleasure in the weight that
flowed right off of her.-
Only after her ecstasy had ended did she notice that
Brian continued to pound her. Not once did he stop during her orgasm, fucking
her right through it, taking what he needs. She turned her head over her
shoulder once more, her arm now reaching back, grabbing his turtleneck. “Cum!
Cum in me! Just shoot your load inside me!” Brian looked her in the eyes,
witnessing her fervour, he pressed himself thoroughly onto her, his balls
slapping against her drenched lips and the tip of his cock ready to shoot
string after string into her womb. A grunt, twitching of hips and throbbing in
his shaft signalled to Riley that she had accomplished her goal. His cock
exploded into her, pulsating and throbbing with each and every string. It felt
warm, spreading throughout her lower body, enveloping her in a feeling of
comfort and satisfaction. After his throbbing ceased, Brian pulled out his
cock, shivering a little at the sensual overload, pulling up his boxershorts
and pants, leaving the stall and sneaking out of the bathroom, the door
squeaking once again.-
Now Riley stood there, panting, and dripping white,
sticky cum. The past moments replaying across from her on the wall again and
again, the image of Brian coming deep into her. She let his taste roll over her
tongue one more time, savoured the feel of his penis deep inside her and the
proceeded to pull up her panties and pants, feeling herself leaking his cum
into them, and the left the stall. She walked towards the mirror to inspect
herself. Her hair flying all over the place, she took the time to fix it, but
she also noticed a satisfied grin on her face. “Yep, just what I needed!” She
said to herself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. approaching Brian,
that now stood behind the counter again. He merely gave a sly grin before she
beckoned him closer. “Got a piece of paper?” “Sure!” he answered and swiftly
gave a paper towel and a pen. After dotting down her number onto the towel she
grinned, ordered a cream donut for the alibi of talking to Brian once again and
grabbed her bag
and left, but not before winking towards Brian one more time, exchanging a
knowing grin between them.
I was a whore [F]or old rich guys at my summer job
As we are approaching the end of the year, and I want to share about the summer because it was insane. I am 27. I took this temporary summer job at our local marina club, hoping to save for travel. Little did I know I’d be whoring myself out. And old men with boats are perverts. When I first started, the woman who ran the stand told me that guys can be a little ignorant and that I shouldn’t let them intimidate me, which I thought I understood until I started working. There are a lot of fucking pervs, but I kind of like the attention. As it was summer, I mainly wore bikini tank tops and shorts.
[F] Hooking up with a guy on tinder for the first time
So it being Christmas ive been travelling to see family and i downloaded tinder to hopefully be treated to a nice festive date and if i liked him maybe it would have gone further. Yester i matched his fine handsome man who was only 3km from me, he too was visiting family and we were practically on tinder for the exact reason, a quick date with a stranger and have a wonderful time together before we went back to our normal lives.
He took me for dinner in one of my favourite hometown restaurants and treated me to some wine and a 3 course meal, i felt so amazed by how he was treating me, I was a little tipsy after all the glasses of wine and started to get cock drunk, all i could think about was his dick inside me.
Kylie and the Roommate Ch. 03 [CHEATING]
Read chapters 1 and 2 first!
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zwj8op/kylie_and_the_roommate_ch_01/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zwj8op/kylie_and_the_roommate_ch_01/)
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*Author Note: This story (and the chapters that follow) contain heavy elements of cheating. I realize that this is not an enjoyable fantasy for everyone, so please skip this story if that sort of thing bothers you.*
Chapter 3
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(Daniel)
I walked into the living room and saw Kylie on all fours over by the TV. Her shirt was pulled up around her waist and she was completely naked underneath. Her ass was high in the air and I could see her exposed slit. My eyes got wide.
“Kylie, what the hell are you doing?” I exclaimed.
“Just cleaning, honey,” she responded calmly. She continued to clean inside the TV stand, seemingly unaware of her state of undress.
“You’re on full display, Kylie!” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her back was arched which accentuated her flawless body. Her tiny waist made her ass look big and round. It was firm from all the hours she had spent in the gym, but it jiggled just right as she continued to clean. From this angle I could clearly see her incredible pussy. Her perfect lips, spread slightly apart. I could just make out the pink of the inside, so warm and inviting. My dick was stirring in my pants.
[MF] How I (19F) got in the habit of staying late after work to fool around with my coworker (23M) in his car
I used to work at a sea food chain restaurant. I knew one of my co workers from high school, Colton. We had a class together and we socialized with a few of the same people after that. Well we started hanging out with coworkers after work a few times a week. But it only took a month or so before we started hanging out one on one. One night we decided we’d go see a movie after work. The restaurant we worked at, was right next door to a movie theater.
After the movie, Colton and I decided to keep hanging out and enjoying each others company. We drove our cars to the back of the restaurant in a little spot out back mostly the employees parked into smoke a joint and listen to music in his car.
One of my favorite songs on, it’s such a horny song and then we were absolutely vibing. I had always thought he was attractive, but he had me thinking bad things now. He had taken off his work shirt and had one of those little sexy black undershirts on. It had stretched out just enough through out the day, that one of his little chocolate brown nipples was peeking out from the side.
Dreams for a future scene [M30-40/F20-30] [Fantasy] [Non-Con] [CNC] [BDSM]
I sigh as I enter my room, placing my keys and glasses on the dresser.
The room is dark and I can barely make out the shape of the bed, before suddenly I am grabbed from behind and thrown forward. Before I even have time to think, you’re on me, pinning me down. You force my shirt over my head and unhook my bra. Topless, I struggle, but you pin my arms and tie them together. Next thing I know you’re forcing a gag into my mouth, muffling me before I get the chance to cry out.
Next you move to my pants. Unbeknownst to me, my loose sweats are the prime choice, as you slid both my panties and pants down in one go, kicking them away. You grind your hard bulge against my backside, taunting me and showing your superiority. Flipping me over, you restrain my legs tightly, forcing me to be spread wide for you.
“Oh you little whore, you’re dripping” you say, as I frantically try to assess the situation for a possible escape. “I’m going to own every single one of your holes. You are nothing except an object for me to exact pleasure from. I own you”.
Addiction
Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how much I like to drink him in with my eyes. I don’t know what it is exactly, but there’s something about him that’s sexier than any other man I’ve met. His pheromones are like drugs; just physically being around him and smelling his nice, clean, boy smell is the most intoxicating thing in the world. It’s as though Ecstasy was derived from the heady pleasure that I experience around him. It lights a hunger in me that I’ve never experienced before. Desire I’ve known, but this is something different. My body needs him.
And that need intensifies. He’s walking in front of me; at first he was next to me and I could see the silhouette of his massive cock bulging out in the jeans he wears that I love. Then I slowed my gait a little bit so I could look at his legs and butt and watch the muscles in his strong arms tense and relax with every hand motion. There’s a quiet power in him that’s evident in every move. It’s not flashy, which is good as I hate flashy, but it’s equally obvious. There’s a sureness and confidence with the way he moves that draws my attention. He has the same energy when he touches me and it drives me wild. I know I’m in good hands and he knows how good they are.