EST: The Outlaw Chapter 9 Dealer Part 2 of 3 (MF FF Violence)

mouth. Cupping his balls in my other hand. Pushing my advantage further as my left impacts with his skin. My mouth gagging only half way down his shaft. If there was a way to get this man back to my apartment then I would be filing for unemployment.
Squeezing his nuts as my mouth retreats. Saying “goodbye” to so much shaft. My hand cradling my lips, feeling his head. That sudden bulge along that smooth shaft. I almost, okay I did, cum. I came so hard that my mouth tried once more to swallow his incredible cock.

“Oh shit girl. Just like what my grand pappy would.. Ooh fuckkk Ooh!” My hands locked around this mystery woman’s dirty blonde hair. Pulling that incredible mouth back down on my cock.

Across the street…

NOLa French Quarter Fun [MMF]

I met them riding up the elevator in my French Quarter hotel. People in New Orleans are so nice, they always say hello.
This couple was clearly tipsy; I observed the woman’s flip flop was broken and made a comment about it resembling a Jimmy Buffet song, they thought I was the funniest!  

We were destined for the same floor, 14. She drunkenly fell into me, as she took off the flip flop, leaving me holding her up, under her massive boobs, squishing them up out of her top. Her husband, smiled and said good,

(True story) My (F20’s) first time at an erotic massage place

I write erotic fiction but, whenever possible, I try to draw inspiration from real life events.
[One of my stories was about friends accidentally going to an erotic massage](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1054ioe/i_m30_accidentally_went_to_an_erotic_massage_and/) and I got quite a few questions on how much of it was real.
So I will fight the urge to go all fiction-writer with this one, to keep it 100% facts.
Here’s what happened:

I really enjoy spas. Going for massages, skin care, saunas…
One day, I was trying to find a different type of massage (something new and unique I hadn’t tried yet) and I ran into this thing called a “tantric massage”.
I’ll fast forward through this part cause nobody wants to hear about Google Search. Or about how it inevitably became Pornhub Search. The end result is: tantric massage is an erotic massage with masturbation… and I was curious as fuck to try that out.
I looked up a bunch of places online and quickly found out 3 things:
1 – There are a LOT of scams. Places with low credibility that will pretend to offer a massage service but are actually just a front for prostitution; or just a flat out regular massage for 8x the price because someone chose to call it “tantric”.
2 – There are a LOT of people just trying to fuck you. Swing parties, sex clubs, couples looking for a third… all of these can disguise as “Tantric Massages”
3 – The actual true massages are usually given by therapists, and they are more in the meditation-try-to-know-yourself vibe than in the I-am-so-horny-right-now vibe. It’s a therapy in a sense, not a quickie.
The spa had a list of therapists with a quick description of their experiences and their photos (which I appreciated). I was 20, almost 21 at the time and I chose to have a male therapist as that made me more comfortable.
You set a time.
You show up.
It’s like a normal spa all the way.
The therapist comes, introduces himself.
He was very kind, polite and professional.
I was taken to the room where the massage would happen and it was all very… bhuddist? The decour, the smells, the background music. There was a mat on the floor (very cozy one) with pillows, but I was sat at a comfortable couch while the therapist explained to me what would happen.
I know I said I wouldn’t let the fiction writer take over, but if I promise to be as real as my memory will let me, would you forgive me for some dialogues?
“First” he tells me “You’ll have to take off all your clothes. This isn’t like the massages you’d normally have, where you can keep a bikini on or a towel over you. You’ll be naked for this. Then I will touch you. On your tits. On your pussy. And you will love it like a good gir…” nah, he didn’t say that.
That was my bad. Imagination got carried away.
Ok, I’ll behave.
I promise.
What he actually said was “You’ll have to take off your clothes. You can have a shower before the massage, if you want. Then you will lay down on that mat and the massage will happen in two parts. Part One is a normal massage all over your body. Part Two is the massage given to your genitals and I usually don’t recommend that for first timers… It’s better if you already have experience with Part One, previously. But if you’re comfortable with that now, we can do both parts”
Darlings of mine, I didn’t pay all that money and come all that way to have a sexual massage minus the sexual.
So I said:
“I’m comfortable. I’d rather have both parts”
To which he replied with some version of “ok”.
He shows me the oils he’ll use and explains he’ll have to touch me everywhere, and because he has to be clear he adds:
“That means your breasts and vagina, specially on the second part of the massage”
To which I replied with some version of “bring it on”.
The two last things he did before we started:
1 – He showed me the vibrator he’d use on Part Two.
It was a wired bullet powered by eight batteries. I have NEVER found that monstrosity in a sex shop anywhere in my life and believe me I’ve looked. Besides the real thing, that bullet was the best item to ever touch my body.
2 – He asked me not to use words during the massage. Moaning was encouraged, as long as it wasn’t done through words. Like “ohh” and “ahh” are fine. “Fuck, baby” and “yes, daddy, right there” are not.
I already showered before leaving home but by then I was feeling a little too self aware so I showered again.
I had a robe for 2 seconds, but then it was gone and I was naked walking around a room in front of a complete stranger, which (not going to lie, my friends) was a little hot.
I say “a little” because unlike erotica… sometimes when that stuff happens in real life you are so nervous that you can’t fully be turned on by it.
So in retrospect I find it very hot. But at that moment I was a little like “oh god, what am I doing?”
I lay down. Close my eyes and the first part of the massage goes by easy.
It was very different.
Massages usually involve a lot of pressure and squeezing, this one was… the opposite?
The best way I can describe it is: it’s a massage done mostly with fingertips.
Brushing by your body. Soft and slow. Like a tickle.
Like the therapist is trying to trick your brain into thinking about sex.
Here, I’ll help you picture it: Imagine you just fucked someone. You are still naked in bed together, trying to catch your breaths. Then you turn to each other with that sly intimite smile and you cuddle. You are in each other’s arms. Whispering softly, noses almost touching. You know that moment? You feel it? Now picture your hands. What are your hands doing at that moment? You are hugging them and your hands just… kind of… brush? Up and down. Casually. Comfortably. Feeling the warmth on their skin.
That’s a lot like what the massage felt like.
Like I was being caressed by a lover after sex.
Only… since I didn’t just have sex and my libido is just dandy, it started to turn me on pretty hard.
There was some preassure and squeezing to it as well, but it was very mild compared to what massages usually are.
Specially because that man was touching me everywhere.
Nipples, ass, nothing was off limits.
His hands were always warm and there was a lot of oil and I could feel myself getting very extremely turned on.
Then the second part of the massage came around.
I was laying on my back and he pulled my knees up before slowly letting them fall to the sides. Like a gynecologist would do, you know? If a gynecologist did her thing on a mat on the floor with an eight batteries dildo.
He started the massage with his hands and fingers.
And this bit… it was fucking heaven.
I know I speak for a lot of women when I say that clit action is far better than penetration for most of us, so take a second to appreciate what it would be like to have a professional playing with your clit.
And I’m not talking about a male prostitute who knows how to have sex… I am talking about a man who’s been specializing in the art of masturbation so thoroughly that people pay him for that alone. Someone who’s turned hand jobs into a form of meditation.
It was amazing good.
And that was before he started using the bullet.
Cause let me tell you: you can feel every single one of those eight batteries.
Now here comes the problem:
That was my first time having a massage like that. I was completely naked, legs spread open in front of a stranger… so it was a little hard to turn my brain off.
On one hand the massage was absolutely delicious.
On the other hand I was too nervous and self aware.
So that added up to orgasm denial real fucking quick.
I’d get more and more turned on. I’d feel my body going all the way to the edge and as I was standing there, waiting for that final push to tip me over… I’d get in my head and the orgasm would slip between my fingers.
But he was a pro with a powerful tool, so on I went again.
To the brink.
And back.
So many fucking times my body started to hurt. I was still a bit inexperienced at the time, I had no idea orgasm denial could hurt like that.
Like I’d just been in a fight.
And lost.
My stomach hurt. My muscles. My vagina. My breasts.
It hurt on the surface, like a bruise. But also inside, like a disease.
And then he unintentionally taught me the best lesson I ever had in sex: the importance of breathing.
It’s very common, right? You get really close to orgasm and you hold your breath. It’s so intense you can’t even think about breathing. Or is that just me?
So he encouraged me to moan.
Not breathe, mind you.
Moan.
And I did.
I kept moaning and moaning. Loud. Natural. In despair.
All that moaning controlled my breathing somehow, which helped with the nerves.
And that’s when orgasm hit me. I say “hit” because that’s what it felt like: a punch to the chest that robs you of all your breath.
A wave of relief so powerful that brings tears to your eyes.
“Moan, Violet, c’mon” he’d say, breathing out almost like he was moaning with me.
I followed him.
And… I orgasmed again?
At first, I wasn’t sure it was happening. I thought maybe it was just the first one still lingering. But I kept moaning and as soon as the orgasm was over, I felt another one overcoming it.
It was like a ladder. Every time one of the orgasms would be over, I’d feel another one building up and taking me higher than the one before, to the point where I had no air left in my lungs to keep moaning. So I just had my mouth open in a silent scream, tears running down my cheeks and these waves of relief taking over me getting closer and closer together until they sufocated me.
When it was over, I felt this absolute empty.
Not in a bad way!
My mind was void of anything.
My body felt like a shell.
I could barely move.
I couldn’t think.
He gave me some time to… survive it? Before I could get dressed and sit back on the couch so we could talk and he could make sure I was ok.
I’d heard about multiple orgasms before, but that was the first time I actually felt them.
Probably goes without saying that I became a regular client.
Next time I came around I brought a partner. That massage also involved a bath and was somewhat even more similar to the fiction I wrote. But that’s another story for another day!

(33f) The first time my husband asked me to be naughty without him was so exhilarating [MF]

My stories don’t take place in chronological order, I just write them as they come to me. So when this happened, we had already done several other sexy things that lead up to this.

I was going home for a long weekend to visit my parents. My husband decided he wasn’t going to join me, and I don’t blame him. My parents are a bit much.

It was Friday morning when I got the text from my husband asking if I wanted to be naughty for him. Of course I wanted to, and I assumed he was going to ask for some sexy pics of me. I was half right.

He did want sexy pictures of me, but he wanted a picture of me with cum on my face and/or tits. I thought he was kidding, and I said that would be quiet difficult with him several hundred miles away.

His response made my heart skip. He told me that I guess I’d have to find another guy to help with the picture. Like I said at the beginning, we had done some things with other people before, but he was always there. This was a first.

Buying the Sissy a FuFu Chastity Clip [Femdom][F(26)F(24)/m(25)][Chastity][Feminization][Pegging][Bondage][Lesbian][Sissy]

The FuFu clip changed our sissy slave in ways that were otherwise unimaginable. If you’re unfamiliar with such a device, it’s a 3D-printed chastity device, and there’s already a dozen knockoffs, some better than others. It’s essentially a pair of concentric rings joined at the top. The sissy’s scrotum is passed through the inner ring, then pulled so the skin of their boy-clit is pinched through the ring.
Their worthless balls are pushed into their body, and then their scrotal skin is shaped and modeled to resemble a vagina, and pinned back by the outer ring. Whilst not the most secure in terms of chastity (as we’ve caught our little sissy prying himself free on occasion), the effects it had were astounding.

Allow me to provide some context. Amelia, formerly Billy, was a friend of ours. ‘Our’ of course, being myself (Zara) and my girlfriend Megan. We’d known Billy for a while, he was a kind soul, always going out of his way to help his friends. It was when he discovered mine and Megan’s OnlyFans that things changed. See, we, despite being lesbians, have kind of a thing for forced feminization.
We’re both pretty femme ourselves. Megan loves her colorful makeup and lace tops and booty shorts (which I also love her wearing). I’m more into skirts, neutral makeup and crops and big, voluminous hair. And our subscription based content was mostly forced fem instructional, point-of-view videos of the viewer being feminized by their ‘girlfriend’ or ‘friend’s sister’ or whatever scenario we could invent. I digress, Billy reached out to us, and explained that he’d found our content, and not only that, loved it.

The Game Device Parts 1&2 [F30s][various m&f characters of similar ages][orgasm control][remote device play]

The Game

It’s the morning of the game. I wake up early. I’ve played before of course, I’m a regular, you may even have spotted me but I’m good so maybe not.

I’m too excited to do anything other than get ready. I look at myself naked in the mirror on the back of my wardrobe door.

You won’t have seen this even if you spotted me in the game. No one pays for the game we’re strictly amateurs which is good because people are unlikely to pay for the view I get in the mirror.

Brown hair, some grey but mostly the same faded brown I’ve had all my life. Currently in a pixie cut but I’ll be wearing a cap anyway. My body is in okay shape, breasts are pretty much where they should be, belly is taking up a little more real estate these days. Freckles across my face and breasts that seemed a lot cuter on me a decade ago. The glasses I wear are not so much for the sexy nerd vibe as they are the ‘I can’t see my phone without them’ vibe.

Beachgoer, Part 2.5 [M20s, 50s/F20s][exhib/voy, public, threesome]

[Part 2 Here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12g33uf/beachgoer_part_2_m2030sf20sexhibvoy_public/)

Unfortunately, I’ve had to break Part 2 up into two smaller parts for posting on Reddit (damn you, 40,000 character limit!), so this is the second half of Part 2!

“I suppose,” Cassandra sighed after a moment or two of hesitation. Chris stood up and returned to her side to give her room to move, and that’s when she saw what she had been feeling against her ass: his cock was stiff as a flagpole and stood straight out from his body, throbbing with his pulse. It took every ounce of self-control that she had to not reach out and touch it. As much as she wanted for her wild fantasies to come true, he was still very much a stranger. With that said, she found herself caring less and less as he touched her more and more.

The game device Part 2 – the mall [F30s – various other m&f characters similar ages][remote toy play][orgasm control]

To start the game players have to be on site at the agreed start time and sign in on the public site so spectators and controllers know you’re there. As soon as you do that you switch your stimulation device on and you’re at the mercy of your controllers. Some teams do this with a real fanfair playing music on the site and that kind of thing.

Today I arrive early at the mall location. Travelling here by bus is kind of exciting with the inactive but still invasive device clenched around by clit and curling up inside my well lubricated vagina. I’m producing some lube of my own at this point as I squirm about on the bus seat.

I sometimes play the game wearing a long coat with nothing underneath. That is hugely exciting for me and I always lose but today it’s too hot to wear a coat without standing out so I’m being less daring.

Interesting fact – the device jostles inside me as I walk which means a constant low level stimulus and with sufficient lubrication that feels really nice. I tried it on a treadmill once and climaxed just from the pressure of the prongs around my clit and the probe sliding around inside me.

The game device pt1 [F 30s][remote play][exhibitionism][fantasy]

It’s the morning of the game. I wake up early. I’ve played before of course, I’m a regular, you may even have spotted me but I’m good so maybe not.

I’m too excited to do anything other than get ready. I look at myself naked in the mirror on the back of my wardrobe door.

You won’t have seen this even if you spotted me in the game. No one pays for the game we’re strictly amateurs which is good because people are unlikely to pay for the view I get in the mirror.

Brown hair, some grey but mostly the same faded brown I’ve had all my life. Currently in a pixie cut but I’ll be wearing a cap anyway. My body is in okay shape, breasts are pretty much where they should be, belly is taking up a little more real estate these days. Freckles across my face and breasts that seemed a lot cuter on me a decade ago. The glasses I wear are not so much for the sexy nerd vibe as they are the ‘I can’t see my phone without them’ vibe.

EST: The Outlaw Chapter: 6 Drinking Part 7/11 (MF FF Violence)

see coloring both their faces. “Butt, if you Marie are answering the call of Eva then I cannot see why you two should be separated any longer” my aging eyes are already able to spot young love. Already able to predict the outcum of everyone who cums to see me, of all who seek my council in matters of the heart and lions. The sight of these two, who must have thought that they were in for a lecture. To see their hands trembling together as they embraced themselves.
“Follow me” as I turned. Leading them past each of the Goddesses, each of the God’s. Each one representing a certain aspect of the human body. From large cock to tight asses, from mammoth breasts right to where we are headed. The Queen of the Goddesses, the progenitor of the orgasm, the true love as so many women are looking for what they already have.
“Now” bringing an icy tone to these scared young women. Feeding their fears of the wrath of the church as is told through our traders that come from around the world. “As we stand here surrounded by the orgasmic. If you, Eva are sure this is the woman who you can spend the rest of your life with then raise your right hand.” Giving Eva her last chance to back out, to return to the single life before taking this sacred relationship to the next level. “You, Marie if you are sure that this woman standing next to you, this woman who you will share your bed with. Who you will bath with, eat with and bring orgasms to is the one, then meet her right hand with your left.” As I stepped forward taking Eva’s left and Marie’s left hand in my own. Completing the circle. “Now I give you both away. Each into each other’s arms and beds, may the coupling, the joining of each of your lives be forever.” Stepping back as I closed the circle to just them. Clasping both of their hands together as they stand there face to face, breast to breast, pussy to pussy.