Coachella camping, Night Two [Group]

The weirdest part about camping at Coachella is the shower situation. It always has a crazy long line, the people are rude and shoving to get into the stalls, and the water pressure sucks. Harper and I stood in line, we went the second we woke up, knowing this would happen, and the lines were full of hung over people complaining. We wore our bikinis there to minimize the amount we had to drag back and forth so we could get out faster.

We showered and headed back to the site. Cam and Brian were sitting in our lawn chairs passing a pot stick back and forth and drinking warm cans of beer. It was way too early for that nonsense, so I laid down in the shad with Harper and we looked at the instagram tag for Coachella seeing if we recognized anyone.

We kind of casually avoided talking about hooking up in the tent the night before when we were rolling balls, and I left it alone. We planned out the shows we’d see that evening and guzzled water in anticipation of rolling a second day in a row.

Slurp [Blowjob]

Kana sat on her knees on the floor, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Perky breasts bounced just slightly with her quickened breath, the exposure to the cold air causing her puffy nipples to stiffen firmly. She licked her lips slightly as she looked up at her Daddy, her gaze fixated on the bulge at his crotch.

“What is it that you want, baby girl?” He asked, reaching out to pat Kana on the head while taking a step closer. “You have to say it. Use your words.”

“I… I want to swallow Daddy’s cock…” Her voice was just above a whisper, a tone which caused her Daddy to grasp her chin and force her gaze upwards to his own.

“*Louder*.” He demanded, his thumb moving to swipe across her lower lip.

“I want to suck Daddy’s cock, I wanna be facefucked!” Kana whined louder, squirming in place as her Daddy reached forward with his free hand to tweak one of her stiff nipples. He rubbed his thumb in a ring around it the nub before flicking it, eliciting a shudder from the girl.

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged ,

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 9 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]

Chained and Spanked Mother, ​ by DiscipleN ​ ​

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​ ​ ​ ​

Chapter 9

Robert told his mother to dress, while they ran to let their sister in. They stuck out their tongues after telling her, she was in trouble.

Peggy stormed in, ignoring her brother’s insults. The reason she ditched class was to meet a boy at the far end of the school grounds. He was a handsome jock who promised to make her feel good, but all he did was sniff her panties and tell her to suck his cock! She thought about biting it but marched away without a backward glance. Someday, she would find a boy who could realize her secret fantasy. Until then, she’d suffer grounding and extra chores. Her parents couldn’t stop her search for erotic satisfaction.

That night, her mother ripped into her, in front of her father, promising to send her to a boarding school! Peggy had never felt such malice from her mother. It was like her mother had taken anger pills. Her brothers sat quietly, somehow more content and righteous than ever. Being sent to bed without supper was a relief from their smug presences!

Dear Daddy

His voice was even sexier than he was; it was so smooth and soft yet rough and commanding. Belle started to kiss him again and they both fell into the bed and continued kissing. They kissed for a while then stopped, Belle was about to take her dress off when he stopped her and said: “allow me.” Belle stopped and smiled, she raised her hand and he slowly took off her dress and threw it on the floor. It was no surprise to Rewane that Belle wasn’t wearing panties, she hated them. He grabbed her neck and started to kiss it while he used the other hand to unhook her bra. He snapped the bra off in a manner of second and put Belle’s left nipple in his mouth.
Belle let out a groan and let her head fall backward then he left her nipple and started kissing her downwards until he got to her pussy. He looked up at her and asked “are you ready?” she nodded then he pushed her legs widely apart and buried his head in her pussy.
“Oh yes!” Belle screamed
He brought his head up and took in a deep breath inhaling the wonderful scent of her pussy, her lips were smooth and full, and he placed his tongue on her clit then dragged it down slowly.
He repeated this step a few times before plunging his tongue into her pussy. She let out a moan as she wrapped her legs around his neck, grabbed his head and tried to push it into her pussy while still repeatedly screaming “Oh yes!”. Seeing that she was enjoying it, he decided to take it up a notch, he took his tongue out of her pussy and started flicking her clit with it then he slipped two of his fingers into her pussy and fingered her. She screamed louder and he felt her legs go weak.
He paused and she started to beg him not to stop “Please don’t stop,” she said in a very low tune.
“It is my turn babe.”
He got off the bed and placed both hands behind his head as if surrendering to a cop. Belle off the bed went on her knees, grabbed each side of his sweatpants and pulled it down along with his boxers. His cock sprang up and Rewane gasped when she saw it, it was the fattest cock she had ever seen. His cock had veins popping out of it and the cap was so fat it almost made his cock look like a mushroom from where Rewane was.
Belle put the cock in her mouth, swallowing it whole at once then slowly pushing her head back to release it. She began to suck faster and harder, her head bobbing up and down in a robotic manner. Belle wrapped her palm around his cock and gently squeezed it upward as she continued to suck, never breaking eye contact with him as she did. He grabbed her head and started thrusting his cock into her mouth, gently at first but he picked up the pace after a few seconds.
“Do you love this cock?” he asked in that commanding voice of his and despite having her head held at an awkward angle and a cock thrusting down her throat, Belle was able to nod in affirmation.
She suddenly pulled her head away from his grip, bent down and put his balls in her mouth. “Oh fuck,” he screamed. He pushed her off his balls, carried her threw her on the bed then slipped his cock into her eager pussy.
“Oh my god!” Belle screamed
“You like this cock don’t you?” he asked
“uhm uhm” Belle managed to mumble
“Tell me you love this cock,”
“I love your cock, daddy.”
Daddy, why was she calling him daddy? Rewane wondered. She never understood why some men liked to be called daddy during sex, it just seemed sick and disturbing to her. Rewane was already wet from watching them have sex. She slipped her hand into her pants and started to finger herself as she continued to watch them.
He was on top of her, her legs were spread wide open and he was thrusting into her so fiercely. Rewane wished she was the one being fucked by this demigod looking man, she would call him daddy if he wanted her to heck she would call him grandpa if it meant having that cock in her pussy. The veins on his hands looked ready to pop. Rewane liked seeing veins on a guy’s hand.
He got up from the bed and ordered Belle to get up and as she did, he lifted her up and pushed her back against the wall and continued fucking her, pulling out his cock completely out of her pussy before ramming it back in.
“Oh daddy fuck me, fuck me, daddy, oh yes daddy, fuck me hard,” Belle screamed
“Oh I love that pussy, daddy loves that pussy.”
Belle wrapped her hands and legs around him and continued to scream, at a point she dug her nails deeply into his back but he didn’t seem to notice, she wanted to put the whole of him inside her, she never wanted him to stop fucking her.
Rewane increased the pace at which she was fingering herself, they were standing very close to the closet door and not only could she see them clearly, she could also smell him and damn did he smell so good. His cock was glistening from her pussy and for the first time since she had known Belle she was jealous of her, she wished she was the one getting dicked down by this gorgeous man, she wanted to call him daddy, she wanted that fat cock of his in her mouth and she wanted him to unload in her mouth so she could swallow it.
“I am cumming daddy,” Belle screamed this time louder. He increased his pace and a few seconds later, cum juice started to gush out of Belle’s pussy. He threw her on the bed spread her legs and started sucking the juice out of her pussy and squeezing her breasts at the same time. She was screaming and squirming, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and it almost looked like she was being exorcized. When he was done, he flipped Belle over and thrust his cock into her pussy from behind and she screamed.
“Ahhh, back that booty up?” he yelled. Belle began to back her ass up against his cock while he spanked her ass real hard. “Back that pussy up baby, daddy loves that pussy,” He stopped spanking, grabbed her hips, raised his left leg up a bit and started to pound his cock into her pussy really hard.
“Fuck me daddy, harder daddy!” Belle kept screaming.
Rewane who was still fingering herself was also on the edge of having an orgasm. Hearing him moan was driving her further to the point of orgasm, she grabbed a shirt from the laundry basket and put it over her face, and she needed to smell him also so she could reach her orgasm faster.

The good assistant [ MFM, anal, Fsub, oral, reluc, voy ]

I am using the company internet connection to research a paper. I see you leave your office and head for the bathroom. Movement makes you turn your head as you pass my cubicle.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” you find yourself stopping to say. “Just catching up on a few things. Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Oh. Yes. Would you please start the coffee drip? It looks like I am going to be here a while. I’ll take it in my office when it’s ready.”
“Certainly, sir.” I don’t know why I’m extra polite to you. It just sounds so right to address you respectfully. I find myself irrationally wanting to please you. Anyone else I’d stall and say screw you. It’s 10 pm, fucker, but for you, I put my heels back on and rush into the kitchen. As the coffee brews, I straighten my skirt, and the seams of my stockings, pull my hair back and unbutton so my camisole clad breast is plainly exposed. I pour you a cup and fix it the way you like, just a little cream to cool it off and carry it in to you on a saucer.
I stop in your doorway; you’re on the phone. You pretend to not notice me there for a minute, my legs shifting in the heels after a long day, my hips leaning from side to side. Without ever looking directly at me, you wave me in. Still on the phone you tap the desk where I am to place the coffee. You are really something else, but I do as I am told. I lean forward and I realize the view is completely scandalous. Lace isn’t part of the dress code here, your eyebrow seems to say. As you hang up the phone I straighten up and ask,
“Will, that be all?” You stand up and come around the desk to where I am standing, sort of back me into it, so my tush is pressed against the edge. You touch my cheek and say that no, that’s not all. Without any warning, I realize you’re undoing the rest of my buttons, and pulling my shirt back over my shoulders. I’m breathing so hard, looking at you looking at my breasts. You tilt my chin up to look at you and I feel my knees shake. I wasn’t expecting this. I had only flirted with fantasies before this moment.
You kiss my neck and touch my skin, sliding spaghetti straps down my arms. I’m mewing when one of the other suits walks in. He’s holding files but says nothing, just gapes at me standing between you and the desk, my nipples slightly exposed, my shirt still tucked in and pushed so far down my arms it’s holding them back. I suddenly get shy and press myself against you. He starts to apologize and backs out the door but you tell him to stay, at which point I am confused and somewhat scared.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask as I look at you naively. “Everything.”
You push me back so you and your colleague can see me again. You pull my undershirt down so my breasts fall out completely. The other man enters the room completely and shuts the door, locking it. You walk me over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rest of Manhattan’s money and facing me forward, looking out, you undress me slowly rubbing my skin as you take each piece of clothing off. You pull my skirt down and I step out of it. You touch the naked part of my ass in the garters and slide your finger around below my waist. You can’t believe I came to work without panties on. Just stockings. You whisper how I’ve been bad, so bad to wear something like that. You leave me standing there in the bright light of your office, almost naked, visible to hundreds of New York windows, and I can’t move. I am grounded there, slightly spread eagle, face turned away blushing. Only you have this hold on me, sir.

STRANGER FUCK [MF] [cheat] [oral] [anal] [mast] [facial]

The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.

Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.

One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.

“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.

“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”

[F] The Plan

I arrived at the hotel room right on time. I’m pretty punctual like that. Endorphins are coursing through me. I’m wet and have been for a while. I knock on the door, butterflies in my stomach, and subconsciously hold my breath.

He’s there. He opens the door and smiles. I like his smile. He doesn’t do it enough though. All he has to do to turn me on is smile at me.

The door closes behind me and I smile back. I’m always very happy to see him. “Hi!” I say cheerfully. I want to reach for him immediately. Put my arms around his neck and pull him in for one of the best kisses I’ll ever have. But I don’t. I tell him to go sit down on the bed, and with a gentle poke to his chest, move him in that direction.

Following him there, my eyes focused on his face, I fall to my knees and start removing his shoes. He’s watching me. I’m not moving very fast. I want to, believe me. I want to jump on him. Devour him with my hands and mouth and tongue. My whole body. But I will wait.

Uninvited stranger invades the bedroom [MF, oral, facefuck, married, anal, PIV, noncon, bondage, incest, MFM]

/u/Gwensaccount and I don’t know each other, apart from a chance message here on reddit. I proposed a game where we take turns in writing alternate passages of a story. This post is the start of that journey. Each time you see “… … …”, we change writers.

Neither of us knows where it’s going or how long it will last.

It’s clearly not “top shelf” erotic fiction, but we’re enjoying ourselves and we hope that you enjoy it too.

…. … …

You were sound asleep, alone in the house. It’s a warm spring evening. Warmer that usual. A creak on the floorboard outside the door wakes you up.

At least you think you’re awake. You’re not really sure. It’s that half awake, half asleep feeling. But you hear it again. Creak. It sounds like someone is taking tentative steps towards the door.

You really are awake now, but you don’t want the person to know. You reach for your phone and sneak it under the covers to check the time. 3.09am. But wait, what’s that? There’s a text from an unknown number that simply says “I’ll be there soon”. It was sent at 2.41am.

International Male Chastity Day

Ladies and gentlemen calling all male submissives… today Monday, January 14, 2019, we celebrate International Male Chastity Day. This is the day where your slave wears his chastity cage all day with pride. Fortunately, the cock cage is very hygienic and your submale can urinate without having to remove it. Of course, your submissive should want to wear his chastity cage voluntarily as a sign of his absolute submission to you. Once he gives you the key to his chastity cage, you have total control over his orgasm. Knowing that he can no longer masturbate without your permission excites your submissive and you can increase that excitement by keeping him in a state of tease and denial. This game creates a state of perpetual erotic ecstasy that becomes extremely addictive to him.

Male chastity represents the end of his desires and the beginning of making your fantasies a reality. His sexual purpose becomes about pleasing you. Does this mean the end of his sex life? Not at all, he gains a lot of pleasure in pleasing you and knowing that you have complete control over his sex life.

[F]irst post- Horny backpacker [FM]

First time I posted this it was removed because newbie me didnt know how to tag correctly! If at first you don’t succeed…

So I travel a lot, lets say its a passion/ obsession/ addiction of mine. I also have an incredibly high sex drive and have recently become single after a very long relationship so I have a lot of catching up to do! I think its about time I started sharing some of my crazier stories (all true) about my single life, particularly the ones where I’m in a new place and tend to let loose because no one knows me!

I’m 5’4, long brown hair and hazel eyes, reasonably fit body (I work out a lot but I also love beer and pizza!) smallish boobs but a pretty decent ass which seems to be very popular with guys and girls alike!

My first story will be from last year when I was in Zagreb. I’m a fairly active Tinder user but I was here to meet some friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, a couple. They’re lovely people but I tend not to share my crazier stories with them as I feel a little judged (“why don’t you settle down with a nice man?”).