Rock Out With Your Cock Out [M/F] [Concert Chaos] [Stranger] [Blow Job] [Public] [Torn Fishnets] [Possessive] [Degrading Dirty Talk]

**Disclaimer: This is my [OC] published work of fiction which is not to be duplicated or shared to other platforms without my consent. All characters depicted are 18+ as should be the audience. Thanks for reading and enjoy.**

I love attending concerts. Depending on the act and company, the entire vibe can be different from one show to the next. For this particular adventure, I was flying solo. I need the chaos and edgy vibe of this Punk Show I’ve been looking forward to. The loud music, the smell of smoke machines filling the air for the hyped up crowd. I live for that shit.

Of course I dressed for the occasion…

I’m comfy in one of my many band T-Shirts, short skirt with fishnets, heavier eye make up, black nail polish. I’m feeling so good, oddly relaxed given everything going on around me.

I notice this stranger in a leather jacket…I feel your hungry eyes watching me while I get my drink and find a spot in the pit mashed in with the crowd. We watch each other, smiling, drawing each other in with seductive glances. Not long after the pit starts, you breeze over, take me by the hand, dragging me off to a corner. When you shove me to my knees pinning me against the wall, you tear my shirt exposing a little teasing hint of my cleavage.

Office Hours, Chapter 12 [Mf] [Teacher/Student]

[Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wzf86r/office_hours_chapter_11_jeans_chapter_mf/)

“Alright, everybody, I hope you studied over the holidays like I said, ‘cause it’s quiz time!”

My students made no attempt to hold back their groans, and I chuckled to myself. If I’m being perfectly honest, we few sadistic educators did take sick pleasure in running our students through their paces. I handed the quizzes to the nearest student for them to be passed around, then sat at my desk at the front of the classroom. That gave me perhaps ten minutes to myself, letting me reflect on this new dynamic at school with Jean.

Last night, Jean had come back a bit different. Still uneasy about something, but… happier. I didn’t want to badger her with questions about who her new friends were, but they had seemed to do a world of good. I had fingers crossed that these friends wouldn’t let her down, to give her some semblance of a normal life. After all, spending all day with your professor who was more than ten years your senior couldn’t be healthy, especially for somebody her age. That would mean less time with her to myself, of course, which was… fine.

[C] Yandere Possession, x5 [Part 1] [Rape] [Yandere] [Possession]

[Features: Rape, Yandere, Possession, femboy & crossdressing]

Sometimes in life, you just have to admit that things are weird or unusual. For example, I was surrounded by hot women seemingly all the time. At least this is the thought that squirmed its way through my mind as I went about my day.

“Michael. Zoey’s doing a chat stream after 9pm this Thursday. There shouldn’t be any issues but in case there is you’re scheduled up to 11pm. Will that conflict with anything?”

“Not at all Boss.”

“Good, now let’s talk about the upcoming stream on Wednesday. It’ll require…”

The first beautiful woman in my life, or at least the one I usually interact with first on a day to day basis, is my boss, Yui. I work as tech support for streamers, well, one streamer as of right now and Yui is their manager. Beautiful, rich, Japanese, and I’ve only ever seen her not wearing a suit once. She’s tall for a woman, especially a Japanese woman, and breathtakingly beautiful. She’s also usually absolutely no nonsense at all and judging by her suit, office building, and car, Rich. Honestly, I can definitely understand why people find power or status attractive. I got to see it every day after all and my attraction hadn’t waned. Not that anything was ever going to happen, obviously.

[FM] I Was a Serial Cheater #3: He Was So Big

In my early and mid-20s I went through a size queen phase. When we went long distance, my BF (now husband) gave me a couple porn DVDs for when we wanted to have phone sex or I was lonely and wanted to pleasure myself.

One was specifically of Latinas getting fucked and one was of BBCs fucking white girls. The latter had me intrigued, especially after my experience with El from my previous post. I started watching more interracial porn and loved the contrast of the different skin tones and of course, was curious about the size and what a gigantic cock would feel like.

I tried a couple times to fuck myself with a thick cucumber but found it uncomfortable, but still wanted to know what a big cock felt like.

I love to dance and during an evening out with the girls at the club I was downing Long Island Iced Teas and definitely had 1 or 3 too many. I usually don’t dance with men at the club but was really enjoying the different strangers pulling up behind me to feel my ass grind on their dicks. It had been 6 months since I got any dick at this point.

The Long Lasting Lust [M26/ F28] [Dominate] [Graphic] [D/S] [True story]

This is a fantasy come true with the wildest possible person around me at work. I’m M26 and work as a Manager in a Tech company. My colleague is F28 and we’ve always shared the spark of a flirtationship since the day we met. Being stakeholders, we were constantly at odds for struggle for power with each other professionally but could never have imagined us satisfying each other in these many ways. I’ll start ASAP:

We were both at an office party on the terrace after a very long and exhausting day. Though both of us were professionals, we almost ripped each other apart in front of an audience of 40+ during a heated debate that day. As expected, both of us got quite drunk quickly to get over the day but were still focussing on getting everyone else drunk as responsible seniors. While there were some looong eye contacts throughout, I could never imagine a shared elevator ride could change my life. We both got into the elevator to come back to our work floor and grab some cake for everyone. Here it goes, narrating from my PoV:

The End of Apartment 303 – Chapter 2: I Love Being Your Dirty Little Whore [FM][20s][Cum play]

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**- Chapter 2: Jamie -**

*Why am I on a parade float? Was I just singing to the crowd? Wait… Everyone is leaving… Wait, don’t leave me! There’s the drummer, he’s still on the float with me, he’s not leaving. It’s Kelly! Just you and me now. Wait, no… No… I don’t want to go… I want to stay here with Kelly, I don’t want to leave… Kelly, I’m sorry, I don’t want to leave!*

A Simple Arrangement [40s M/ 20s F][Oral][Risky Sex][Creampies]

Tom was nervous, and had been for the last six hours. That morning he had been in his own bed, and now he was taking a taxi from the airport into an unfamiliar city. He was always nervous when he took these trips; he knew people might judge him for it if they knew what he was up to.

This wasn’t the kind of trip a man pushing 40 should be doing, and the woman he was about to meet was hardly the sort of company he should be looking for. But primal urges do silly things to people, and as he saw his dark brown hair start to turn gray and his tall lean body begin to soften, he decided to make a change.

He started taking chances.

He started thinking about living in the moment.

Which brought Tom to that hotel bar, sipping at a glass of bourbon while he kept his eyes peeled for the woman. They’d only spoken for a few hours online, but each of them had made clear what they expected.

Humiliation RP part 3 [MMMMM] [CNC]

Roman POV.

I worked my length between his cheeks to tease over his hole, put a bit of pressure, but made no move to breach him. Jem whined in frustration and tried to push himself against my cock. I let out a small laugh at his attempts, but didn’t move.

“Please.” Jem begged.

“Please, what whore?” I asked, applying enough pressure to make him groan. “You want my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Then beg for it.” I watched as his eyes glazed over and his breathing quickened.

“Please sir, fuck me till you tear apart my hole.” He threw my words back at me, and hell, if it didn’t make me harder. I sank into the tight heat, my toes curled at the pressure, and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking deeper with a gasp. He arched his back against me, pressing himself closer. My fingers dug into his waist as I thrust in and out of his hole. Jem had thrown back his head, gasping silently, taking everything I was throwing his way.

My boyfriend[M] sharing me[F] with another man while using me as a footstool…

My boyfriend Brian and I hadn’t seen Matt in a while, so we invited him over one night to hang out and have drinks. We were half way through the night and sitting in the living room catching up. I sat on the couch next to him and Brian laid back in the recliner. Matt discussed how he was having some difficulties with his job lately and how he was able to come out the other side of it, and we talked about a couple things that we did here and there throughout the month.

“I’m glad we were able to connect”, he says. “Hadn’t heard from you all in a while.”

“We honestly just haven’t made the time to do something outside of our routine,” Brian offers, “But we definitely didn’t forget about you.”

He gives a smile and sips the rest of his drink. My boyfriend excuses himself to go to the bathroom and I give a smile of my own.

Cassandra’s Candy [M21, F25] [gentle loving fdom] [ass eating] [a little bit of sweat] [pussy eating] [tickling] [forbidden love] [risky sex] [enemies to lovers vibes] [dirty talk]

Ever since Blake was six, his father, Derrick, had been close friends with his boss, Mr. Chapman. Mr. Chapman had been his father’s boss for decades, and he was extremely rich. Blake didn’t realize how rich until he’d gotten a little older, and started noticing that other people’s bosses didn’t have multiple vacation homes. Almost every summer, Blake and his brother Jackson accompanied their father to visit Mr. Chapman in one of his many places. The first time Blake went on one of these trips, back when he was six, was when he met Cassandra.

Cassandra was Mr. Chapman’s daughter, his only child, his pride and joy. When Blake first met her, she was ten, and she had toys that other kids could only dream of.

Now, Blake was twenty one. He stood in a hallway in one of Mr. Chapman’s vacation homes (the one just outside of Venice) clutching at the handle of the suitcase in front of him. He had hazel eyes and a lean swimmer’s build, and he’d chosen to wear his thick wavy brown hair a little longer this year. His normally likable face was twisted into a frown as he listened to the voices coming from the living room.