The Spartan Woman – Part TWO – (mf) (PIV) (oral) (voyeurism) (exhibitionism) (stranger) (edging) (tease) (coercion) (domination)

My knees softly hit the floor either side of Tommy’s hips, his unsheathed cocked pressed against my seam. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken it out of his jeans, so caught up in the feel of his tongue stabbing at my pussy and sucking my clit. My pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm, sensitive to the heat that radiated from him. 

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He murmured against my lips when he pulled my face to his, my hands mimicked his and latched onto the back of his neck so that we could angle the others head to devour one another better. “Watching you come apart because of me, tasting you.”

His words had me moaning, I’d never been one for dirty talk but it was different with him. I met every swipe of his tongue with my own, I was aching to take him inside of me, to ride him. I lifted my bum enough to manoeuvre his cock to my entrance. 

Trapped in a Cave [MM][MF][Fantasy]

Rira’s shoulders were aching. The edges of plating on Dalthrun’s boots were digging into her hands. Rira marched forward, carrying the bulk of the unconscious dwarf’s weight. She heard the dragging of metal on dirt behind her. Without looking she called out, “Pick up the base wizard boy!”

Weight shifted behind her as Jerek lifted up the dwarf’s hands a little higher. She heard him let out a small groan, barely able to carry the weight.

Rira held onto Dalthrun’s boots on either side of her hips. Her shoulders and arms were strong and tight. She was strong and had a definition that showed it. She wore a fitted leather armor, one built for function rather than show. Most merchants tried to sell her pieces with intricate details. She finally found a leather worker that would make a set to keep her safe, rather than show off. With layers of padding and thick pieces placed to keep her safe, Rira was sweating under the strain. She walked with sure footing in sensible boots for the time she spent out in the woods and wilderness.

Free Use Friday Chapter 2 All About Dat Ass [MF][anal]

I’ve been following Debbie all day. Waiting for that 5 o’clock bell to ring. Debbie’s got the best ass I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen her in tight shorts at the university gym doing all exercises, but especially the glute exercises. Her ass has the roundest shape, yet the best jiggle. I dream about her doing those moves naked on my dick. Her gym clothes leave nothing to the imagination. Nice tits, tiny waist, long black hair that just reaches that ass.

At 4:59 she ducks into her dorm room. I heard last week she didn’t make it out of her chemistry class and got trained. She had to drop the class just to come hide in her dorm. Free use is allowed everywhere, so I walked right into her room.

“Hi, Debbie. I’m Phil, I seen you at the gym I want to fuck your ass.” Straight to the point as I like to be.

Debbie looks a bit shocked, but she rallied quickly with a, “Okay, but could you lock the door so no one else comes in? How do you want me?”

Brutal Rejection. [M,f][Rape][Rough][Str8]

This was a requested story, but hopefully you all enjoy it.

If the title isn’t clear, this is story involves rape and some level of violence. If it’s not your jam, I would move along.

She was a stumbling, groggy mess, as the wandered down the stairs. The party was rowdy and crowded, fueled by far too much alcohol. But he had kept his eyes on her all night, watching her down drink after drink. From sober, to tipsy, to completely wasted.

No one was going to miss one person, everyone else was far too gone themselves. And he had waited a long time for this opportunity. Rejected and rebuffed time and time again by her. His advances always laughed off and teased away. He wasn’t going to let this chance pass.

He approached her, half slumped against the deck railing. Her jerking, drunk movements spilling her drink over herself. Her tight skirt clung to her curves, accentuating her plump ass and wholesome waist. Her blouse was crooked, one-shoulder slipped off her shoulder exposing her large breasts. He could feel his cock twitch with excitement.

SEX IN THE SUBWAY [MF]

One of the many ways my lover had to punish me in public was to enter the subway together at a rush hour. It led me to the end of the waggon where the space was a mass of tight, anonymous and sweaty bodies after a long day’s work. It forced me to hide from unknown and anonymous passengers, and if any of them (sometimes happened) hinted at me or tried to touch me, I should not resist. That gave him a lot of morbidity and excited him.

– “If I see that it is a good male like me, you are obliged to please him, as long as I am the one who orders you and allows”.

Before leaving both of his apartment towards the Metro, he introduced me into my asshole a plug that progressively increased in size and thickness to remote control (He carried the remote control with him. I heard him whisper in my ear:

– I’m going to fuck you here, bitch, in front of all these. I’m going to drive you with my jerk cock after taking out the plug you’re wearing. You must be already well dilated and hot. Tell me, bitch, do you want me to fuck you in here? Are you looking forward to it, right? and do not dare to shout or form a scandal in here. You already know me well.

Controlling her body[M][F]

We had some plans for dinner with friends in another town so we booked a hotel for the night and after dinner we headed back to the hotel, I had packed a couple of things to surprise my SO, Shes asian, petite 5″5 with perky breasts. and long brown hair. I’m tall 6″5 caucasian very masculine guy.

When we entered the hotel room, I immediately grabbed her from behind breathing against her neck as I kissed her ear lobe and the inside of her neck, feeling her take a deep sighing breath. My hand sliding up feeling her nipples harden under the fabric of her top, shes always been sexually reactive and tonight was no different. I could feel the subtle change in her body, lower back arching slightly grinding her hips back into me, spreading her legs slightly going onto the tips of her toes. My left hand slowly sliding down into her jeans feeling her lacy underwear slide over my hand until her smooth pussy was pressed against my palm, my right hand sliding up over her throat softly squeezing her neck while my other fingers slowly traced her pussy lips. I could hear her lips wetly parting sliding my fingers off her throat and into her mouth where she sucked at them hungrily.

My wife’s grateful friend [MF]

My wife always had a soft spot for people in need. Her friend from school, lets call her Tanya, had fallen on hard times and needed a place to stay after she lost her job. She used to be a wild one but I never knew her from that period of her life. And to be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever see that side of her.

Lets describe her quickly: she’s about 1,7m tall, short brown hair, freckles, green eyes, and quite slim. She usually did not wear a bra because she had such pert and petite tits. She didn’t need to. And one morning I caught a glimpse of them.

I was busy making breakfast. All of us still in our pj’s. She was wearing a flannel button shirt and bottoms. She bent over picking an egg shell I dropped. I was able to see down her shirt and had a good look at those cute little tits. Two dark nipples also greeted me good morning. She must have noticed me ogling her cos she just looked up and smiled at me for a second before standing up and taking her plate to the lounge.

After a show in NYC

Manhattan is full of impressive musical venues. On this particular night I had driven into lower Manhattan to see my friend named Nick. He was to perform a solo set during a night of music hosted by him. Nick’s set was good as usual but as he stepped off the stage and greeted me, he introduced me to Lola (The next act) She was short, tan and had neck length red hair, bright red. She greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek already flirtatious. Nick and I moved into the room and took our seats as Lola and her band setup.

“Don’t get any Ideas”

He said noticing the look I gave her,

“The base player is Jason, Her boyfriend… She is a firecracker though”

As she was ready to start her set, they did a short sound check, for whatever reason our eyes met. I gave her a thumbs up, to tell her everything sounded good. Lola’s set was high energy to say the least. She was wearing a loose-fitting grey dress. Watching her bounce around the stage was quite entertaining. Her body seemed tight, but with large enough ‘features’ so that every bounce and twist created movement. Nick was telling me stories throughout the set about how promiscuous she was. Stories about the times she made out with different girls at clubs, or gave lap dances to friends when she got drunk… Nick was also reminding me to calm myself. I was not calming myself though… I was fantasizing.

Stranger on the bus [Rape] [Forced] [Public]

All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy

A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.

Fox – [M/F] Light humiliation, submission, office sex

**Fox**

Fox moved effortlessly through the office space, making her way towards Mr. Williams’ corner office. She moved at a quick clip, sparing little time for a quick nod of greeting here, or to flash a smile at a friend across the cubes along the way.

Mr. Williams’ office was at the end of a long hall, dubbed ‘Executive Way’ unofficially, that was only sparsely populated since the move from the old building a year and a half ago. The nearest office that had a resident was two doors down on either side from his corner office. Fox slowed as she approached his door, smoothing her pencil skirt absently with her left hand. Out of habit she stopped two doors down and looked herself over in the reflection of a the office’s glass door.

All of the doors, and a few offices that had windows facing the hallway, had ‘smart glass’ in them. With the flip of a switch they could be turned opaque for privacy. Since most of the offices were empty nearly all the glass down the hall was clear of course. Mr. Williams always kept his on the opaque setting. He liked his privacy.