[Group] My besties and I (19F/19F/19F) randomly chose one of our guy friends to receive a triple-blowjob

It was seven of us, four guys and three girls, hanging out one Friday night in the dorm, smoking week and talking. The talk turned to sex, blowjobs specifically. One of the guys was saying he couldn’t imagine anything more amazing than a double-blowjob. The other guys agreed.

I looked at my girlfriends and they looked at me. We had talked about this before, so I knew what they were thinking.

“What about a triple-blowjob?” I asked innocently.

They got excited.

“Oh god, yes.”

“Holy shit, that would be unreal!”

“Definitely porn-level, though. I bet it never really happens.”

The other girls and I exchanged looks again. They each gave me a little nod. It was time.

“We’ll give somebody one.”

They stared at me, speechless.

Finally, Steve said, “really?”

“Really. But only one of you. And you have to roll for it.”

I don’t think they really believed me, but they were excited anyway. Brandon (it was his room) started rummaging through his RPGs and produced a 20-sided die.

“Let’s do this” I said.

Steve rolled first. A 12. He looked anxious.

Running a Train on My Wife’s Ass [FMM]

My wife, Anne, and I have always struggled with anal sex. I love it, but she is not a fan. Her first anal experience was fairly painful and tinged with shame. Anne would occasionally allow me to indulge but we would often go a year or more without.

So, when she asked me what I wanted for my birthday naturally I said anal sex.

“No, really, what do you want?” She laughed.

“Anal sex.” I replied. “But not just me. I want to watch a train of guys fill your ass with cum. Then, when you are too sore and tired to take any more I want to take my turn on you.”

“Ha ha. No. We’ll think of something else.”

About a week before my birthday I came home. Anne was there with three of her male coworkers. I’d met them like before, at various work functions. Brad sat at the desk opposite Anne, Jonathan was in accounting and Steve worked in IT.

Anne stood in the middle of the room. She was wearing a sundress, one of my favorites. Without much ado she knelt down over the coffee table and raised the dress up to her waist, exposing her beautiful smooth ass. She wasn’t wearing panties. She looked back at me and smiled.

I 30 [M] ended up fisting a girl 28 [F] from Tinder in her garage.

This was last summer. I was visiting my friend. I had a couple of days off and ended up crashing on his couch for a week. Since my friend had to work on weekdays, I was all alone and getting bored during weekdays. I decided to create a tinder profile that essentially said, “Visiting town for a week. Looking for nothing serious. Muffdive enthusiast and extra crazy for kinky / curvy women.”. I didn’t expect to get much responses but to my surprise, I did get a couple matches.

One particular match caught my eye. Let’s call her A. A was a beautiful, tall blonde, a lil bit on the curvy side but with a charming smile. A’s profile was pretty straight forward just like mine. It said, her partner was asexual and she was poly and was looking for an FWB / one time thing. After talking a bit on Tinder, we exchanged snaps and confirmed what we liked and are on the same page with expectations. She really liked being submissive and had a thing about being choked while being eaten. As a muffdive enthusiast, it really turned me on and I asked her if she wanted to meet up and have fun. She said she was really horny and she could drive to me or have some fun in her garage. We agreed to meet and have fun in her garage.

Watching Them Further Degrade My Wife [FFM]

“I will do anything you ask. Please use me. Please, please use me.”

My wife Anne was begging. But she wasn’t begging me

She had asked me to humiliate her, to degrade her. I had delved into her sexual past and found the perfect storm. She’d had a complicated sexual relationship with her friends when she was growing up and a lot of emotion from that time remained. I’d invited two of her friends to our house to fulfil Anne’s dark fantasy.

They’d forced her to masturbate for them. Jane, had held Anne’s face pressed against the floor while Emily had taunted Anne until Anne had crumbled and begged to be pushed beyond her limits.

Jane stood up suddenly, releasing her hold on Anne’s head. Anne took a deep, shuddering breath. Jane pulled her panties from under her dress and dropped them beside Anne’s face. She lay down on the floor in from of Anne and spread her legs wide. She put her legs over Anne’s shoulders and dug her high heels roughly into Anne’s back. She had the wildest spread of dark pubic hair that I’ve ever seen. She grabbed Anne by the hair and pulled my wife’s face hard against her pussy.

The OnlyFans Girl, Part 10 (MFF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 46-50 are presented here.*

**Chapter 46**

“Alright, baby,” Sabrina said. “Time for your reward.” She smiled and went down on her knees in front of you, and started unbuckling your belt.

“Wait, here?” you asked. “Is this a good idea?”

“Are you saying you *don’t* want a blowjob right now?” Sabrina asked, your belt was undone and her hand already reaching into your pants.

“I just want to see it,” Gemma said. “You have time, don’t worry.”

You gulped, and Sabrina was looking up at you with her big eyes, and you nodded for her to continue. She grinned happily and fished your quickly firming cock out of the front hole of your briefs, pulling it out into the open.

“Fuck, you were right,” Gemma said. “It does look better in person.”

Office Hours, Chapter 11 Jean’s Chapter [M31/f19] [Teacher/Student]

[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wo3i7f/office_hours_chapter_10_m31f19_teacherstudent/)

I stared hard at my phone screen, eyes panning over the same few messages. This was such a dumb idea. Why the fuck was I gonna go through with it? *‘Cause prof suggested it.* Yes, but why with this bitch? *‘Cause there’s legit nobody else.* I groaned, and prof turned to look over his shoulder, idly stirring lunch on the stove.

“Something wrong, Jean?”

Goddamn, the way he was always so caring made my cold-hard-bitch heart melt. At this rate, I was never gonna be strong enough to be with him. But this first step to being better was gonna suck ass.

“Nothing, nothing,” I replied. “Just, uh… Could I go out today?”

Prof burst out laughing. “You make it sound like I’ve kidnapped you or something.”

I shrugged, scrunching my mouth up. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t. Jean, you don’t need my permission to do anything. I mean, obviously don’t break my stuff, things like that, I hope is a given. But if you wanna go out, go out.” He gave me another one of his dazzling smiles, and I felt butterflies. “Of course I don’t expect you to stay shacked up with your professor all day.”

Catching Up: Part Five 21+ [M40/F37] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Cheating] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Playboy Bunny]

Chapter Five: On and Off the Field

“You fucked her again,” Alicia smiled as I entered her sister’s store.

When Alicia wasn’t doing movies, she helped her sister at a female’s clothing store downtown. Most women I knew back home wouldn’t be caught dead paying this much for these expensive clothes, but they were buying them all here.

“How could you tell?” I asked.

“You have that cat ate the goldfish look,” Alicia said as she walked around the store, putting clothes on hangers.

“Well, yeah,” I said as I followed her around.

“Plus, she called me and told me,” Alicia said with a smile. “What?” Alicia asked as she saw the look on my face. “I am not one of those jealous girlfriends, I know when we take this relationship into the serious stage, you will be mine and only mine.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. “If you weren’t at work,” I said, shaking my head as I stared at her.

“Did you get cleaned up after you fucked your model?” Alicia asked.

“Yes, I went to the office to give them the bad news,” I answered.

I was too shy to even ask her name [M20s / F20s] [groping] [grinding] [blowjob] [sex]

I’m a quiet guy. Shy, a wallflower. I don’t get out much, and I like it that way. But when my roommate, Jeff, throws a party at our house, a birthday party for himself, he insists I come out of my room and join the festivities, and no excuse in the land will save me.

There’s dozens of people over, chatting, laughing, dancing, having fun. Some of them I recognize, most I don’t. None of them are my friends. I grab a drink just for something to do and stand by myself, true to my calling, against the wall in the corner of the living room. I pretend to be interested in the laptop of the guy playing DJ, mentally counting down the minutes before it’s socially acceptable for me to return to the safety and comfort of my own solitude.

I glance around the room, wanting to spot Jeff, see if I can wish him a ‘happy birthday’ and be done with this. How does even know so many people?

Men lose their shit when I’m in a suit [FM]

Idk man, I’ve been unpacking this for years.

Part of this I suspect is simply the novelty of ME in a suit. I fit squarely into bisexual stereotypes in that I’m generally in ripped jeans and a band tee. Hoodies are my best friend and I want to be buried in sneakers. I’ll get dressed up if we’re going out, but I am not a casually cute human when it comes to clothing. I’m a bit grunge.

All that is to say, when I’m in work clothes, I’m simply more dressed up than my partners are accustomed to. That’s usually when I do my full hair and make up, put on heels… and wear a damn form/fitting suit.

My first adult internship was this summer job I got overseas. We were in a country where I generally had to wear very, very conservative clothes that covered my arms and were loose fitting. I met a dude who fucked me silly for those few months. The first time I came out in a pencil skirt and button down shirt, he lost his shit.

The Afterparty: Around the Pool, Part 9 (Games of Dares, MF, Anal, Best Friends, Group Sex)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wi6n7m/the_afterparty_around_the_pool_part_1_oc_game_of/)*

*Six friends hanging around after a college party end up in a game of Dares, and things quickly escalate. This story was originally written in smaller chapters, with chapters 24-26 presented here. At this point, we’re beyond the tease and into the wild sex.*

**Chapter 24**

“Tiff,” Sarah called, holding up the slip of paper with her sister’s name on it. “Go get a facial from John.”

“Alright,” Tiff said, and stopped fingering herself as she stepped over toward you and Nicole, getting down on her knees next to you.

You didn’t want to leave Nicole’s amazingly tight pussy. You wanted to just keep fucking her, to plough her over and over, and then- Damn, you wanted to fucking finish in Nicole. You wanted to come inside her, bareback, and feel yourself just empty your load inside of her and mark her as yours.

“Come on, big boy,” Tiff said, rubbing your side. “Come on, right on my face. Right on my fucking face.”

“John,” Nicole gasped, still riding the shocks over her orgasm. “John, not in me-”