collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Hello! My name is Blake(not really). I posted this a month ago or so and got self conscious and removed it so some may remember. I feel better due to comments and messages, plus things might be progressing :P. Any and all advice is appreciated, this is a wild time in my life that could lead to things I’ve never expected in my sexual life ever. Enjoy your stay:)
Backstory about me
Part 1 here:
The Cameraman Part 1 [FM][18-30s][Adult virginity][Femdom][Humiliation][Tease&Denial] from eroticliterature
The orgy was intoxicating to shoot, everyone seemed to enjoy it. I moved about, got the angles correct, got the shots perfectly lined up. I felt like I was on top of the world. At the end of our orgy scene, they even pulled in a few extras at the end to ejaculate on the starlets. This one guy even got to stand-in for the talent for the pov scene. I envied him, but i haven’t seen anyone have to contort that much for anything, poor guy must have pulled a few muscles, but he still got to trust inside some insanely hot girl before painting her face.
So we are not really family. I mean by marriage she’s my cousin only because her mom married my uncle. That was only like last year so, I don’t think it really counts. I’m talking about Jackie.
She is a couple of years older than me and pretty. Not to pretty though. She is pale and has very ample breast. A thin waist then is very thick in her Burt and thighs. I’ve always found that kind of body attractive. We got song great. Except I noticed she does what I do when I like a girl. Make a little extra eye contact. Keep getting closer to make the move. The sexual tension growing.
Over Thanksgiving she was giving me the eyes again. We stayed up late in the den. Watching whatever really came on. Then she flipped through the channels and found that movie.
You know that movie, the movie with the bet about sleeping with his step sister. At some point there is a lesbian kissing/sex scene. This is the movie she picked. From her NF account or whatever.
Our conversation started innocent enough. Yeah maybe if I had a step brother that hot. Keeping it all straight girl until the lez scene.
At the Farm – Lisa begins her training
Lisa’s legs trembled from the effort to keep her hands off her pussy. It was the story of her life now. It had now been seven days, seven terribly frustrating days, since she had first accompanied Sara into Mr Karlsson’s bedroom. Seven days ago since Sara shaved her pussy and Mr Karlsson turned her into his pet-in-training. Since then she had been forbidden to even touch herself between her legs or reach any pleasure of her own, until she managed to take Mr Karlsson’s cock all the way down her throat.
That had not prevented Mr. Karlsson and his wife from giving her other tasks, which she had to complete every day before the evening when she was supposed to show up with Sara in their bedroom.
The assignments had varied. Some were difficult, close to impossible, while others were solved almost effortlessly. Her first mission had been to get to the city an hour away and buy makeup for her and Sara to use for the evening. She had happily done so and had a very giggly afternoon as she and the other maid got ready. They had colored their cheeks, fixed their eyebrows, painted each other’s toenails and shaded their eyes. A few hours later, the makeup ran down her face after Mr Karlsson fucked her mouth for half an hour. He still hadn’t managed to get his cock more than half way down the shaft and in disappointment, he had Sara spank her bare buttocks until they turned red.
-Make yourself at home!
Nina looked around. Sapphire’s, no, she mentally corrected herself. Emily’s place was a mess. Clothing was thrown on every possible surface. One wall was covered in terrariums, the rest were drowning in posters. It was small, dark, chaotic and surprisingly cozy. Just like Emily. Her blue hair and dark clothing and makeup were mirrored in the decoration. Zebra prints, bright blues, greens and purples, fuzzy blankets and funky carpets were haphazardly thrown around in an attempt to decorate.
-I’m going to shower, announced Emily, grabbing a towel from the floor.
Nina sat on the futon that took most of the living room. When Emily came out of the bathroom, her blue hair dripping on her naked shoulders, she looked like a teenager. Without all her goth makeup, her features were round, fresh and childlike. She smirked at Nina.
-Go wash my squirt off your hair. I’ll order pizza and roll us a joint while you’re in there.
The bathroom was filled with plants and beauty products. Nina rubbed her ruined makeup off her face and washed her hair with a strawberry scented shampoo. The body wash felt luxurious and made her skin soft and velvety.
I (M31) had a FWB relationship with a friend from high school (F30) about four years ago. (I’ll call her M.) Though we’re not together anymore, the memory of our time together still thrills me to my core.
M and I were in the same grade in high school and shared a few classes together. I liked her just fine then, but was preoccupied with other girls and only thought of her as a friend. After high school, M and I fell out of touch for a couple of years before spontaneously reconnecting over Facebook. She remained in our hometown while I went to college out of state, but we soon kept in touch on a daily basis – sharing our goals, thoughts, preferences, and daily chitchat with each other. We both pursued relationships with the opposite sex, but both remained single. We continued that way for five years.
feeling the soft spongy texture at the end of my fingers. “One more” I thought as they slipped back down towards her lips. Back down towards the exit back into the world of light! With my next thrust, the impact not perfect butt enough to get that tightening feeling of an orgasm.
My hips trembled as they continued to jack my cock deep in Mila’s throat. As she sucked on my dick I could feel her wetness. I could see her creaminess as the last impact had sent goosebumps up her pelvis. Now it was my turn. As my hand dropped! Lifting it just as quick. Torturing her g-spot with every move. Torturing my own piece of mind with every thrust into the beautiful mouth of hers.
“I want to hear you moan” my whispers did not go unnoticed. From the shiver to the roll of stomach muscles. From the extra practical squirting to the tightening of that fucking hole I knew that something right was happening.
“If I can hear myself think then the music is too soft” Diana managed to spit out. Shaking her head as she eyes me, the bartender.
“You should just reign it back just a little before I have to charge you for a room as well.” I mentioned while drying the next glass that I plucked out of the dishwasher. Placing the glass on its rim and seizing the next.
Last night I (M,22) fucked my best friend (F,28). We met over a decade ago which at the time sex wasn’t really on my mind but a few years laters I did try to fuck her multiple times but she denied me each time. Flash forward to 4 years ago when I went off to college and I didn’t see her that much through the year anymore and not to mention Covid….
We had a few drinks and was laying in her bed watching some show on her iPad, we were spooning and my hand was on her stomach when suddenly she through her hand back and now it was slightly above my waist. I stuck my hand down her pants and she was soaked!!!! I played with her pussy through her pants as she attempted to stroke me. I took her pants off and rubbed it some more until I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked her if I could eat her and she said of course.
And the fun part… she still doesn’t know
I’ve known my friend since we started university 6 years ago. We went to different schools but shared halls together our first year.
I met her sister when she was 16. Came to stay and had some fun drinking in our flat together, it was one of her first ever times drinking. She has such good chat so it’s easy to speak to her and we got on really well. When she was 19/20 she told her sister that she thought she may be lesbian.
I’ve always been very open open about the fact that I’d hooked up with girls before. I was definitely bisexual but I never really labelled it. Just said if I find somebody attractive then so be it. It usually led to good stories and some quite fun experiences.
Last year I moved to start my job and now live alone in my little townhouse. It’s in the same city that my my best friends sister went to university in. I messaged her once I had my place and told her if she ever needed anything to let me know. Always look out for those close to me!