The Scientific Method Pt.I [M24][F30] [Light fdom] [oral] [fantasy]

*Alchemy Lab. 10 Minutes. Mandatory Test*

“Assistant – good. Early by 3 minutes, 13 seconds. Punctuality and responsiveness are admirable qualities.” The Doctor announced, not looking away from the table of glass flasks. In the door stood her loyal assistant of 2 years – one Colfrid Fisher, looking into the room with suspicion.

*Something is wrong* Colfrid thought, *two compliments in the same sentence with no instruction. That means either she’s buttering me up for something hellish….or the test already started.*

A quick survey of the room told Colfrid the answer to his binary: the normally clear and clean room had a faint yet distinct bluish fog, and plenty of concoctions lined up in rows upon the tables. An almost imperceptible metallic scent permeated the air. He was caught in her web of analysis before he even cleared the threshold. His chest tightened, an unusual sensation.

Dr. Szaren turned around quickly on one foot. She pierced Colfrid’s eyes with her focus.

“Assistant, I have a task for you I think you will find agreeable. I find myself in an irksome situation that requires me to have a sort of romantic partner. Thusly I have analyzed my prospects and found that you, my assistant are the best possible solution.”

Starlight Cruise [M27] [F30] [Sci-fi] [sex] [light fdom] [oral]

*All things considered, this could be much worse.*

Normally, an interstellar hop like this would take about 45 minutes, most of which helmsman Colt Ryans would spend glued to the instrument panel.

It was the responsibility of his sole crew mate and Captain of the vessel, Tanja Richter, to handle maintenance and engineering concerns, as well as logistics on departure and arrival.

This dynamic left little room for socialization, and thus the two quickly adopted the strategy of show up, work, collect pay, go home. A strategy that worked reliably for 3 years.

—ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL : 172:44:22–

With engines out, the next task for Colt would be contacting Sirius Traffic and requesting a tug…a task he would have to wait about a week for. Unless of course, Captain Richter could fix the fuel injection system.

“God-fucking dammit!”

Unlikely.

“Well Ryans, get comfortable ‘cause you won the bet. Fuckers are completely shot”

Colt leaned back in his chair as the Captain exited the cramped maintenance hatch, slick with sweat. She tossed him a beer from the nearby wall cooler – the subject of the bet.

The Day After Valentine’s Day [FM/30-45] [CNC Somnophilia] [D/S] [ORAL] [PIV] [PUBLIC] [ROUGH] [VOY]

I’m straddling you while you finger me in the cab.

We’re headed back to your apartment in Harlem after dinner in Brooklyn. I’m kissing your neck and breathing loud enough that you cover my mouth with your other hand. I lick your fingers, still sweet from eating cannolis after dinner.

The dark glassed partition is opaque. We’re behind the driver, anyway. The window is open. At a light in Chinatown, pedestrians pass by. Some stare. Other drivers look. We don’t care.

Your cock is rock hard against my thigh, close to your hand inside me. I’m unzipping your pants. God, I want you in me so badly. I can’t wait.

Your hand on my pussy slips; it’s so wet. You’re shifting me over you, closing your eyes. They are striking in their caramel color against your dark skin and framed by your long eyelashes. Your hypnotic hold over me breaks momentarily, letting me slip back into my body.

Stroking the head of your cock with my thumb, I feel drops of precum. I want to taste. I slide off your lap into the space behind the driver. It’s just wide enough for me to kneel in front of you.

WAITING FOR THE DENTIST [mf] [oral] [squirt] [anal] [creampie] [swallow]

Jonathan took an Uber to his dentist’s office. He was running VERY ahead of schedule but … it wasn’t like he was going to stop to get lunch before getting his teeth cleaned.

“I’m early,” he said to the receptionist. “Like. Very early.”

She chuckled and told him to take a seat.

“Good thing I brought these,” holding up his headphones. He’d just watch a movie and wait to be called in. But what to watch? Something on Netflix? Hulu? Maybe he’d watch the first half of a movie instead of a show. Or maybe he’d just listen to music. Or maybe he’d just scroll Instagram for an hour.

He was bored already and hadn’t even done anything yet. So, he went on Reddit and started clicking around. When Jonathan was at home, Reddit was the place he went to masturbate. He’d browse all the cum shot subreddit pages, some of the squirting ones, too. He’d look at women shaking their asses. Masturbating with dildos. Facefucking themselves. Getting facefucked by thick cocks. But here? In public? He was just browsing the boring news and current events.

Can I? [mfmf] [oral] [mast] [piss] [facials]

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My boyfriend and I had a threesome and he would not shut up about it. We had another and then another. He couldn’t get over watching me fuck another man right next to him. When I asked why, he said it felt like an out of body experience.

“I feel like I’m watching US fuck,” he said. “Or maybe it feels like you’re my personal porn star?”

“Your personal whore?” I asked.

He nodded. “Maybe …”

“I like it. I like how comfortable you are.”

“I don’t own you,” he said. “You’re a very sexual person. Just like I am. I understand you have urges. Getting to watch you with another man is very … freeing. You’re my girlfriend. I love you and I trust you and it turns me on to think about you with someone else.”

“You want me to fuck another guy without you there?”

Well, it turns out that my oral-obsessed best friend is also REALLY into getting fucked. [M/F, Rough but Kind, Deepthroat, Fingering, Choking, Shared Orgasms]

“How many times have I [sucked you off](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wesi8n/teaching_my_best_friend_how_to_give_head_25m24f/)?”

Ella looked up at me, doing her best to glare. She was sucking my dick [again](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wk2h4k/teaching_my_best_friend_how_to_give_head_pt_2/).

“I’ve obviously lost count. You blow me basically every time we [hang out now](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/yf5i31/my_best_friend_dressed_as_a_spooky_skeleton_for/).”

She started bobbing her head, her golden wavy locks bouncing in her loose ponytail. “Rwight, swo tschu shwould–”

“I can’t really understand you while I’m halfway down your throat. Hold that thought.” I grabbed the back of her head, spread my legs, wrapped my feet behind her ass–she was in nothing but a red thong–and pumped her hard into my lap.

Her French manicured nails dug into my inner thighs. “Mpmh! *Gluck gluck gluck gluck.*”

“Fuck. That’s it. A little bit…more.” I had both of my hands grasping her skull now, my fingers tensed against her crown as I drew closer to orgasm. Ella sputtered against me, a thick bubble of spit dripping down my ballsack as I slammed her nose against my pubic bone.

Then…

“Ah!”

I pushed her even harder onto my cock as I throbbed inside her windpipe. My sperm sprayed over her tongue, my cock rising and falling as it convulsed in orgasm. I could feel Ella desperately trying to swallow my massive, sticky load, her eyes watering as she looked up at me.

Discussing an Open Marriage Turned Into Something WILD! [mf] [creampie] [oral] [facial]

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My husband and I had discussed an open marriage. Things had … gotten stale. I was sad. He was sad. We loved each other but there was no spark. We didn’t want to divorce. But … we didn’t really want to fuck anymore.

We tried. Oh, we tried. We watched porn. We got drunk. We roleplayed. We tried kinks. Nothing worked. In the bedroom, we just grew apart.

Outside of the bedroom, we still had a great time. We traveled. We tried new restaurants. We watched all the hot shows and would stay up all night discussing them. Maybe we just shifted more into a roommate style relationship.

He’d come home and rant and rave about whatever happened during his day and I’d do the same. And then we’d chill on the couch. Sometimes he’d walk in on me masturbating and he’d apologize and dip out of the room. Like a roommate would do! Not a husband! A husband, at least I’d hope, would walk in on his wife, fingers deep in her cunt, and jump into the bed! Not mine.

Hooking up with the hot punk high school girl from the grocery store , Part 5. (M22/F18) (Period sex…oral)

It was Sunday and my friends from out of town left to drive home. Liz had to work at the grocery store that afternoon, but it was sort of a mom and pop grocery store, so she got off work at 7pm. I walked her the couple of blocks from my rental house to work. We hugged and kissed outside.

“Hey Liz, if you get off at 7pm, do you want to come over to my house for dinner?”

“I have homework to do.”

“I’m good at homework.”

“My mom probably wants me to be home tonight.”

“That’s true.”

“You cook?”

“I am a pretty good cook. Not a chef or anything, but people like my food.”

Liz said, “I am surprised and impressed. Hey, what if you come cook at my house…for my mom and me some night this week? On a night I don’t have to work.”

“Um…your mom? That is a lot of pressure.”

“My mom is going to be seriously impressed. She is a pretty good cook, but she does not have a lot of time to cook and it’s just the two of us.”

Making a spectacle at the Roosevelt Hotel [M44/F32 d/s, exhibitionism]

You’re in a musty hotel room with a person you barely know, unbuttoning your shirt in full view of an office building packed with people. Your excitement is evident in the pulse that throbs visibly high up on your elegant neck.

To think it had all started with a Rufus Wainwright song.

Our online flirtation had been going on for a few weeks. You, a New Yorker born and bred; I, a transplant to the Mid-Atlantic. Amid all the gossip about mutual acquaintances and revelations about past relationships, we discussed shared interests: ice fishing, oral sex, thin-crust pizza, cults, the Rufus Wainwright song “Rebel Prince.”

*Where is my master, the Rebel Prince? / They’re breaking everything trying to get to me
/ In this two-bed hotel / Just to me before this windowsill*

If you hadn’t confided that it was that song that sparked your burgeoning and as-yet largely unexplored interest in kink, we may have never made the reservation at the venerable Roosevelt Hotel. You may have never found yourself standing on the windowsill, your curves illuminated by the afternoon sunlight careening off the Midtown skyscrapers.

Sinner’s Delight [Nun x Demon] {F27/M5000] [Oral Sex] [Graphic Sex] {BDSM] [Dom/Sub]

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He seemed to ponder for a while, before squeezing her cheeks firmly between his fingers and pulling her face even closer to his. He was now so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.

“Fine. But I want you to let me know if it is too much for you.”

“I promise.” She smiled smugly, drawing a cross over her chest with the tip of her finger.

“You saucy little minx.” The demon rolled his eyes, doing his best to hold back a laugh. “You are luckier than you are wise.”

He kissed her forehead, then stepped back. His body stretched again, this time well over two metres. His dark skin had become pale, his black hair grew down to his shoulders and two long horns extended out from his head. Eleonora’s eyes widened as she saw his hardened cock reach above the middle of his abdomen.

“That will never fit!”