Woodhaven school girls part 3 (lesbian, teacher and students)

Kevin heard Tiffany’s growl of pleasure, and it spurred him on. He’d started dating Tiffany a few weeks ago, and tonight, after she’d gotten home from school, he’d gotten a booty call.

“Kevin, my tight little pussy is so wet and horny, come over here lover, I’ll be waiting in bed, naked and with my legs spread, I’m so horny, come and fuck me baby!”

When he got to her apartment, Tiffany, as promised was waiting for him in bed, naked, her thighs spread. He saw the shine of needy lust on her face.

Tiffany purred, “Umm, my lover man with his big cock, my tight little pussy is so hot, so juicy, bring that stiff cock over here, and bury him, NOW!”

Between the spread of her thighs, Kevin eagerly took the plunge, his 8 inches spreading her open. Tiffany let out a drawn out moan of pleasure as her walls took in his length, she squealed as he buried it, his balls smacking against her ass.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me baby, make me cum!”

The Garden of Eden Women’s State Mental Hospital [FF] [chastity] [MTF] [lesbian] [bondage]

The asylum was quiet at night. It was an eerie quiet occasionally interrupted by a patient screaming from the electroshock machine or the torture at hands of the nurses. The lights dimmed down as the guards walked the floors with their flashlights and riot sticks checking the locked rooms. The patients were straitjacketed and strapped to their beds to ensure the safety of the staff. The Garden of Eden Women’s State Mental Hospital was home to 350 female patients deemed insane by the state, women diagnosed with ailments brought upon by chronic masturbation or hysteria. The head nurse was Tamsin Helston, a tall woman who towered over the other patients, especially in her high heels. Her ginger hair was shoulder length and her nails also an extra two inches of pointed acrylic—perfect for scratching down the legs of patients.

Nurse Helston was on duty Friday night when the hospital ambulance pulled in with a new arrival. Helston walked to the receiving area, her white uniform crisp and pristine—a short-sleeved tunic and white skirt ending just 3 inches above her knee, and her red high heels. All the patients could recognize her signature red Prada heels clacking through the halls and struck fear into their hearts. The receiving doors opened and revealed three men trying to subdue the young women strapped to the gurney.

Old Friends (FF)

Back in college I had a dear friend Kelly; we were very close and helped each other through the hard times. When we graduated we both went our separate ways, but kept in contact as much as we could. Kelly soon got married and moved away to be near her husband’s family. I dated a lot but never really found someone that I could see myself getting married to. I bought a house in the city and was enjoying being single. I continued to date and when I was horny I would find a guy and get what I needed. Things were pretty good for me, but I still felt something was missing.

One day I was at home and the phone rang. I answered it only to find it was my old friend Kelly. She was very upset and was crying. She had just found out her husband was leaving her for an eighteen year old he had meet on a business trip. She did not know why she decided to track me down, but said that we always were there for each other. She asked if she could come and visit for a few days until she decided what she was going to do now. Her husband said we would give her the money they had in savings but he was moving his new girlfriend in to their house. I told Kelly of course it would be ok to stay with me for a while; I had a big house all to myself and would enjoy some company.

Enter by the Exit – Episode 4 [Anal] [Analingus] [Anal Fingering] [Handjob] [Masturbation]

After [Episode 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iq2n0j/enter_by_the_exit_episode_3_anal_first_timer_anal/), we spent the rest of the evening relaxing. A couple of drinks before dinner, watched a few episodes of whatever her Netflix recommended, cleared up and then headed to the bedroom again. I could see she was getting ready for bed, and not in the sexual sense. She stripped naked, stepped into the bathroom and I could hear the sounds of teeth being vigorously brushed. A mundane moment, but I was glad to be left alone with my thoughts for a bit.

I changed into the cotton shorts I kept at hers for sleeping in, and decided to straighten out the rumpled bedclothes. When I lifted up her duvet to fold it, I caught sight of what it had been hiding. My own semen, cum that had spent a few brief moments in her unexplored rectum before gushing back out. In the journey we had just started together, that stain was like our first footprints. I couldn’t help touching it. Of course it was no longer thick and creamy, but had thinned out and soaked into the sheet and mattress below, and I found that cool, damp patch strangely arousing. But I knew how tired she was, and figured that I’d just jerk off in the living room after she had fallen asleep. I settled down on the bed,

In Too Deep [FF] [MF] [Mind Control] [Free Use] [Body Writing] [Oral] [Non-Con]

**In Too Deep**

**Disclaimer: This story contains characters from my series, “My Best Friend’s Girlfriend,” but you do not need to read those earlier stories in order to enjoy or understand this story.**

Somebody grabs Sandra’s hand. She doesn’t look at his face. It doesn’t matter. He leads her back, past the stage, to one of the back rooms. Sandra doesn’t need his help. She knows the way better than him. She knows the way better than anyone.

He chooses the glass room. That’s fine. Sandra’s been there before. Her owner once brought Sandra’s favorite high school teacher to watch her there. Sandra wouldn’t be surprised if her parents showed up outside the glass door one day.

The room has two layers. There is the outer room, for spectators. The inner room has glass walls (or some durable plastic). There is a door into it, but you need the password to get in. There is a bed in the glass room and a chest full of toys. Men never went for the toys. Around the room are holes for the eager cocks of spectators hoping to get sucked. Sandra will suck them if they appear. At least four of them.

Woodhaven school girls part 2 (lesbian, teacher and students)

Tiffany was getting dressed, she was still in a post coital daze from her welcome. Paige had redressed, she looked just like a proper schoolgirl clad in her uniform. Paige came back to the desk, and smiled at Tiffany.

“Ms. Jones, let me write out a day-by-day summary for what is expected to occur. I think it will help class move along much more smoothly. And, we never like to use the last name, it’s so stiff and formal. What’s your first name?”

“Tiffany, or Tiff if you like.”

“Tiffany, ummm, nice, I like it.”

Tiffany sat down in her recliner, as Paige wrote out the summary. Tiffany’s body was still feeling pleasant tingles, she’d needed more than masturbation, and had she ever gotten what she needed.

Paige brought over the sheet, and said, “Here you go Tiffany, just follow this, and we’ll all have a great class. See you tomorrow Tiff.”

With a smile and a wave of her hand, Paige was gone. Tiffany read the sheet, than read it again. Oh indeed, class was going to become very interesting. She tucked the sheet away in her desk, tidied up, and left, thinking about tomorrow, and the dawning realization that she was looking forward to it.

Wild Week chapter 10, Brainna’s encounter at the store.

CHAPTER 10 : Still Friday

Brianna sat at the counter, tapping her fingernails and sighing with boredom. The last customer had left 15 minutes ago and she was alone in the store. Her boss, Caroline, had left early, as she often did on Fridays, leaving her daughter Tami in charge of the little boutique. And as usual, 5 minutes after Caroline was gone, Tami left also, going to meet a guy, leaving Brianna alone to mind the store and lock up. She didn’t mind. Tami was no help anyway.

Her thoughts soon turned to last night’s dream. She had never thought of her bottom as erotic. She knew people had anal sex, but she had never even imagined herself doing anything that kinky. But ever since she had orgasmed when Mama had touched her back there and given her an enema, she had become aware of how sensitive her little butthole was. And then last night she had dreamed that Peter McNamara had actually fucked her in the behind, only he’d had Billy’s penis.

I [NB] fucked a Tinder date [T] in the laundry room while my girlfriend slept upstairs

This story starts about a month or two before my now-ex and I broke up. I’d recently opened up my many-year relationship with an amazing woman. Unfortunately, lesbian bed death took this relationship probably around year two. Don’t get me wrong. Bomb-shell of a woman. Great sex when we actually had it, just not enough to keep me in after-hours, near the end there.

My now-ex and I came to the agreement I could fuck other people outside our relationship. Whoever I wanted, just no “dating” and no sex in our shared home. I started talking to several people. I was particularly intrigued by a sexy trans woman who was also in a committed/open relationship, similar rules. The main issue: we had no place to fuck. We talked all day for about three days before we couldn’t take it anymore.

We met up around 11 pm and made out in a nearby park. I felt her up and bit her neck until it got too cold to be out. Walking home we could both tell we really wanted to fuck. She took me to her car and we began touching each other. I needed more, but we were parked right in the back of my apartment. Too risky. She drove us around looking for something more private. No luck. She dropped me off back at my place and bit her lip. I couldn’t let her leave.

Nipnosis [FF, MC, Fetish]

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“Hi, I’m—sleep!” the woman commanded as she shook Lana’s hand.

A puzzled look came across Lana’s face briefly, but almost instantly it melted away as the handshake sent a jolt through Lana’s body and she was pulled forward, pulled down deeper and deeper into the woman’s arms, and the soft whispers in her ear were making her realize how she was sinking, sinking deeper into the woman’s arms now and her eyes closed and then —

She was resting on a couch looking up at the woman, but there was a strange distant sense of herself, as though she were watching herself in a film. Her body was so heavy and relaxed, and she realized that the woman was still speaking but she couldn’t understand the words. It was just too much effort to think. She would much rather relax and obey, relax and obey, falling deeper and deeper, feeling her body growing heavier and heavier still. And in just a moment she would go even deeper, even deeper; she saw the woman snap her fingers and instantly she felt her eyes rolling upwards into her head; her eyelids were fluttering now as a great wave of heaviness washed over her and then —