Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 5

**Christopher**

‘You’re back again?’ Luke mumbled with annoyance. ‘Dude, don’t I see you enough already?’

‘Shut up,’ I replied, glancing over at Stacey. I may as well be a ghost, her eyes firmly glued to her laptop and her quick fingers reminding me that this was a working space, not a high school drama.

‘Well?’ Luke sighed. ‘What is it this time?’

‘Never mind.’ I left with clenched fists, breathing out an acrid exhale.

This was fucking torture. I haven’t slept more than four hours a night in the past week and a half, and I’ve been falling behind on my cases. Running low on sanity too.

My mind was fucking scrambled, the only silver lining my incessant need for more associates to cover for my lack of productivity. Yeah, that’s the highlight of my day now. I used that need as a valid excuse to talk to Stacey as often as I could, but if I thought she was cold before, this was a fucking Russian winter.

Whoever said hell was hot didn’t know this kind of freezing.

*Good night Chris.*

Some Honest Erotica [MC]

It’s a Friday afternoon. The New England snow is falling gently outside of my office window. The heater beneath it flutters the plastic vertical shades intended to keep my curiosity to a minimum.

I’m a woman in Corporate America. What do I matter? I’m curious, you know and these blinds really can’t shutter my curiosity. I grew up in suburban Iowa, goddammit. I was lead trumpet in the high school band. I played on the sidelines during the bowl game in ’99. I came here for school, and graduate Cum Laude. Do you know how many men made a joke out of that?

I *sigh* to myself. It’s Corporate America – who am I to challenge that? A woman’s degree from Harvard and an MBA to match is really just a plaque on the wall here. I’ll never make as much as Brian does.

This snow is really coming down hard now. Working in New England is nice – snow days are nice. At the very least, it’s good to be able to relax, in an office, alone, on a Friday afternoon. And just think.

*knock* *knock*

“yep?”

*enter Brian*

[MF] New Year’s Eve with Aly [Almost Caught]

I have written before about Aly and how we had a friends with benefits relationship. You all requested more stories, so here is one.

We were coworkers that had a lot of friends in common from outside of work. We had one friend that threw a big party on New Year’s Eve that we both attended. All night I had been drinking with my buddies and catching up while Aly drank with her female friends but kept catching eye contact with me from across the room and would bite her lip when we caught eyes. Aly and I had both decided to spend the night at our friend’s house since we planned on being much too drunk to drive home. Once we did the New Year’s toast, people started to leave. We sat by a fire pit, drank more, and joked around with friends until it was about 3:00 am. By this time there was only a handful of us that hadn’t left or fallen asleep. Aly and I walked inside to try and find an empty bed or something that we could climb into together. Every bed and couch had been taken and there some people that were even sleeping on the floor. I was extremely disappointed because all night i had been watching Aly and all I could think about was ripping off her clothes and thrusting my cock deep into her tight, perfect little pussy.

[MF] How I went from Submissive Co-Worker to trained Slave Husband? Part 2

For those that are reading for first time I had always thought of myself as the dominant one but After flirting with a Co-Worker for a few weeks she somehow found a crack in me and was now exploiting it. Story picks up about 3 weeks into my new role. My underwear drawer is depleting rapidly (part 1) and for the first time in my life I am being told that I have to wear her panties.

My instructions were given to me on Friday, and once again as I did often in the first few months I seriously considered backing out. As I said before I’m about to get married to a beautiful blonde, exetremely cool, great body, she is even bi-sexual. To be honest she was almost perfect. Yet here I was 2 days later going into the bathroom to put my pants on because I had to squeeze (seriously squeeze) into a XS pink g string. Trust me it was tight and while it may have been irrational to think about I couldn’t help the paranoid feeling that my fiancé most know something is up. Anyway, I slipped into my Mistresses panties and although they were tight I’m embarrassed (looking back on it at least) that my bigger problem was how good they felt on my balls. I got in my car and drove to work unashamed. I was even feeling pretty lucky about the fact that she gave me a G String, as I was pretty sure nobody could tell. Regular panties would have bothered me more.

The pretty freshman girl who couldn’t take her eyes off me [MF] [virginity] [long buildup]

I was a pretty shy kid in high school, so when I went to college I really wanted to turn things around. I joined as many clubs and organizations as I could, made myself talk to people, and I actually did pretty well for myself. I started to have real girlfriends (in high school there was only one sort of wishy-washy… *thing* that I wouldn’t necessarily call a real relationship) and I felt like I had really found my place.

In the fall of my sophomore year, one of the many extra-curricular organizations participated in an out-of-town convention that connected similar organizations from around the state for workshops, competitions, and other events. I’m being pretty vague out of paranoia, but don’t worry, the specifics aren’t really important. What’s important is the people who were on the trip with me.

Along with me were a couple of sorta-friends, some upper classmen who ran the club, a handful of freshmen I hadn’t taken the time to get to know yet, and my ex-girlfriend Nina. She and I had dated for only about six months and then called it off amicably, and had actually been able to stay pretty good friends since then with minimal drama.

[M]y tongue [F]uck and the tale of the wife’s soaked sheets

Hello again GWS, been a while since I’ve posted anything worth it as I’ve been busy enjoying the freshly married life with my beautiful wife. 3 months as of a few days ago for those curious. As a refresher- my wife is about 5’4-5’5, 160 pounds, most of that weight coming from her 34DDD’s. Light brown hair with blonde highlights and blue/green eyes. I am 6’, What we in Wisconsin refer to as “husky”, aka drank more beer in high school and college than most drink in a lifetime, buzzed dark hair with a full beard and a 6” shaved cock.

To provide a little back story, my wife is pretty vanilla when it comes to the bedroom. She likes what she likes and doesn’t have much interest in trying new things. One thing she likes the most though… is my tongue.

My wife, Maddy, never let a guy go down on her before she met me so I guess she has nothing to compare to. However, she says that I’m the only one who has ever made her squirt so I’ll take that compliment with a Miller High Life and chug it.

[TM] I Was Fucked on a Porsche Outside Someone’s Driveway

Ever since I moved to Texas, I’ve been quite a good girl. Go to work, maybe a couple of classes and go home like a totally normal, responsible person would. I wasn’t like that before I moved here. Every couple of nights, it was drinking, dancing and hooking up with guys. It was what I lived for! It totally was the crowd and city I lived in. If you were a decent looking girl with a flirty personality, you had access to a lot of special things, like clubs, VIP backstage shows and stuff like that.

So when I moved to a new state I didn’t have any friends or bouncer admirers and things like that. After settling down a couple of months I finally started to go out a little more and went back to using Reddit and dating sites like Okcupid and Grindr. The other night this guy asked me out for drinks nearby and I said sure why not. I had been wanting to try that bar anyway.

When a roof overlooking ca[m]pus is the only place for a blowjob (my one cool moment upon going to college)

A little story on improvisation and the one cool moment I, Kevin, had in college. In high school, I got along with everybody but was never *really* a part of the cool crowd. I developed sexually and had those “first” experiences pretty early but never went to the awesome parties, etc. etc. I’m about 5’10, 165 pounds, athletic/normal build. Not the best-looking guy in the world, but I have my days. Above-average where it counts but nothing like a knee-knocker.

After not being able to explore some things that I wanted to in high school, college was everything I wanted it to be. Had an awesome group of immediate friends who lived on my floor in the dorm. We quickly started going to parties just off campus either at some regular houses or Frat houses for rush week. It was an incredible time in which I could open up and live like I hadn’t previously—drinking, making my own schedule, smoking weed, going to parties.

This was a few weeks into fall semester. Pretty chilly night, but we pregame in the dorms and then go out as a big group. We’re all drinking at this house party and having a good time. I’m really buzzed and feeling great. And then, nature calls, so I’m waiting in line for the one bathroom in the house.

I[M] fucked my dad’s boss[F]

This happened 40 years ago, and it’s not as hot as it is a life memory. I was 19 and home from college over Christmas. I met high school buds for a beer at a local inn in my very small home town. While there, two older women came in and I recognized them (small town) as the divorcee of my summer job boss and the divorced town manager (like a mayor). She was 38, and my dad’s boss with whom he worked with in the town offices.. We all had a few beers and both of the women were flirting with me quite openly. My buddies were taking note and encouraging me to take it to a higher level. I was kinda shy then and they knew it, and were playing it up. As the evening progressed and the two ladies were getting a bit soused, we realized that it had begun to snow and was really coming down hard and thick. The other divorcee said she had to go before it got worse and she asked if I could bring her friend, the town manager, home, as she lived on a steep hill and she didn’t feel confident taking on that challenge. I of course, in my young male bravado said that I would have no problem tackling the hill, so off we went. S. was getting very touchy-feely in the car, and I was totally hard, and she could feel it as she would slip her hand over the bulge in my pants. I managed to get to the entrance to her long drive without much trouble, but her driveway went steeply downhill and was unplowed. I hesitated, considering the risks of not getting back up, when she full on attacked me, telling me how she wanted me to fuck her all night long. She pulled out my cock, stroking it and kissing me passionately…talk about older women fantasies!!…My dad’s car had a bench seat and she lay back and hitched up her skirt. I was not a virgin, but no woman had ever so openly invited me to fuck her. She was wearing panty hose and lace panties. Man was I ready to go! she had difficulty pulling her panty hose down, so she just asked me to rip them open….as well as her panties…there hardly any foreplay. She stopped me from eating her out, demanding that I just fuck her!…I managed to drop trou and get her feet up with my hands and shoved my raging cock into her pussy. She was so wet and ready and she came almost immediately…shuddering. It put me over the edge and I came deep inside her…she moaned and said something about my wonderful cock. It was over way too soon, and I felt like I didn’t give her nearly what she was looking for. She showed no signs of covering up or getting ready for a trek down her driveway, so I decided to drive down to the house and carry her inside. HA! That’s when things got interesting! When we got to the house, she couldn’t find her KEYS! As she stayed in the car, i walked around the house trying different doors and windows…finally founding a bathroom window cracked open enough for my fingers to lift…and hoisted myself up and in, only to find a very angry dog wondering who the fuck I was. I managed to calm him down, and unlocked the front door. She was nearly asleep and was heavier than I imagined. As I lay her on her bed, she tried her best to convince me to stay and fuck some more. It was 1 AM, and I had my dad’s car…he had to be at work the next morning. I tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead and made my way back outside, locking her front door behind me. Damned if I could get that car up her drive without spinning the tires in the deep snow. I eventually gave up, and broke into her house ONCE AGAIN to telephone my folks, waking them of course, with all that entailed. (no cell phones) I managed to tell them that I had done a good deed by driving my dad’s boss home, but got stuck in the driveway. I made an agreement with my mom to meet me in the town center, and I would walk down the hill. It was a glorious quiet night, not a sound, as I ran down the hill on a post sex high, incredulous that I had fucked my dad’s boss. The next day we retrieved the car and she and I exchanged furtive smiles and winks. We never repeated the sex, but it has burned an everlasting secret memory in my brain….until now!

Fucking My High School Bully [Str8] [m/f] [prost] [Mdom] [reluc]

Blurb: *After years of torture at highschool, James or ‘Little-Dick-Jimmy’ gets his chance to make all of that time worth it by hatefucking his former bully.*

**Author’s Note:** *This is a story of rough sex and ‘hatefucking’. It is in no way a non-consensual story. I wanted to clarify this because I realise there are certain parts may seem like they’re hinting at a rape scenario, but that’s not the case at all. If rough sex, dirty talk, mild violence or hate-sex disturbs you, please do not read on. Otherwise, enjoy.*

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I wasn’t a popular guy in school. I was never any good at sports, I froze up when talking to most people, especially girls and I much preferred keeping to myself. It didn’t help that I was your fairly stereotypical-looking, geek kid. I had to wear braces throughout most of school, I was slim and fragile, and my bright Orange hair was fairly long and very curly, so I definitely stood out in a crowd. But hey, I didn’t have bad acne, so, I guess that was something.