[M/F] [Public] [Cheating] Las Bragas Cantina, part two.

*This is [the second part](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eow41s/spring_break_at_the_las_bragas_cantina/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) of my own story, with fictional characters. Although some of the fun parts are based on true experiences..*

Josh’s eyes lit up. “No, but I want to!” Renea had finally managed to get Josh to give up his attempt. I’d make her pay for that. Sarah cut off her kiss with Josh’s friend, although the activity under the table seemed to continue.

“So!” I sat down on the bar top and pulled my shirt and bra down to just above my nipples. I squished the lime softly at the base of my neck, letting a squirt of juice run down between my breasts. Sprinkling salt on the juice, I then unbuttoned my shorts, pulled ‘my’ panties forward and made a little gap to place the shot glass in. “Who’s first?” I popped the lime in my mouth.

“Me!” I thought it would be one of the boys for sure, but it was Renea. She seemed more eager to keep Josh out of it than interested in the shot. Josh stood up and Renea climbed out of the booth. I spread my legs and motioned for her to come forward. She hesitated, then leaned in and whispered “He’s mine” before wrapping her arms around me and licking the salt off in little kisses. My my, how spiteful. I grinned and locked eyes with Josh.

Drunk Text[cheating][oral]

Bailey sat, comfortable and curled up on the couch, her husband just a few feet away in an armchair half asleep. Her vibrant red hair was pinned up in a messy bun and she was in her sweat pants and an old t-shirt of her husbands that she liked to sleep in. An episode of American Horror Story was on the tv, but Bailey was somewhat preoccupied with something on her phone.

Bailey’s ex-boss, Karl, had been texting her for weeks. The slightly older man, in his mid forties with sophisticated salt and pepper close cropped hair, had clearly been attracted to Bailey when they had worked together, and now that she had moved on to a new job, he decided to take his subtle flirtations to the next level. He would text her at night asking what she was wearing, wanting to see pictures and even going so far as to ask her if she was touching herself. Bailey had, up until that point, brushed off his inappropriate behavior and ignored his texts. Tonight, however, her interest in his advances was more difficult to ignore. She looked over at her husband, half asleep in his recliner, and with a sly smile to herself, opened her phone and read Karl’s most recent message.

Skinny dipping turns in to [M]y [FF]irst threesome Part 2

Link to part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/erlz9o/skinny_dipping_turns_in_to_my_ffirst_threesome/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/erlz9o/skinny_dipping_turns_in_to_my_ffirst_threesome/)

First of all thanks to everyone who upvoted/commented for more.

So I was sitting in the kitchen with Melissa eating our food, continuing to drink some more to keep our buzzes going. Some background on me and Melissa. We had always been friends obviously, but we were never the closest two. Like, she was one of the last people in the group I would ask to hang out with one on one or get some lunch with. Still friends, but nowhere near “best friends,” but enough that we trusted each other. I asked her what her and Tim did in the room.

“We went to the room and I started to give him head, he stopped me after like 30 seconds to stop himself from cumming and ate me out. He put it in and it was over about 20 seconds later.”

“Sounds pretty disappointing hahaha.”

“Yeah, I’ve been out here since then. Pretty frustrating honestly, but I didn’t expect anything coming in to the weekend so I guess I’m not too mad.”

At this moment I realized that the room where me, Casey, and Jessica had hooked up in was right by the kitchen and she probably heard the whole thing.

Christy Pulls Me Into A Meeting (Christy01) [MF] [fiction] [voyeur] [workplace]

Like many tech companies, the one that I work for has many employees located abroad in India.  To make working together easier, all of our conference rooms are equipped with a TV and camera system so that by looking at a large TV on the wall, it was like you were in a room together with people from across the world.

I’ve always preferred to keep a later schedule at work.  I get to sleep in late and by the afternoon when all the early birds have cleared out; it’s quiet, there are only a few people around, and we mostly just keep to ourselves.  I can concentrate on the tasks at hand without needless interruptions or chatter.  And I have my privacy, which means I can waste time on Reddit if I want.  

Cranberry

The sun was shining, alone in the sky with no clouds in sight to keep it company. It was directly overhead, beating down onto Sara’s body, which was almost fully exposed except for her brand new bikini which she just purchased for the trip. In fact, she had seven brand new bikinis; one for every day she was going to be there. She couldn’t be seen wearing the same suit twice while at the resort or on the beach. Harrison, her boyfriend, didn’t understand. He didn’t care if he wore the same pair of swim trunks every day. But, as Sara knew, no one would be paying attention to Harrison while they were in the Dominican Republic. All eyes would be on her, as usual.

Ugh, what’s taking him so long? Sara thought Harrison should be back by now. He went to get beers for them at least 20 minutes ago. Oh well, she thought. They just better not be warm by the time he gets back, she thought

The Ticket Master Part 2 | Rape, Non-con, Blowjob, Anal, Redhead, Rough

[Read Part 1 first](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/erlcq2/the_ticket_master_rough_noncon_blowjob_redhead/)

**Again, I enjoyed writing this. Maybe I’ll do a part 3. If anyone had any ideas on what should happen next or just story ideas in general, comment or PM me.**

Holly studied herself in the bedroom mirror. In her underwear, the warm light made her pale skin radiate. Her auburn hair was loose over her small shoulders, she preferred it like that, the red strands accentuated her emerald green eyes.

*You’re pretty*, she kept telling herself over and over again. Yet she didn’t believe it. At the back of mind, a thought kept returning though she tried to keep it suppressed.

*You’re a dirty slut.*

*A whore.*

It wasn’t her own voice she heard it in, however. It was *his.* Her tormentor and violator. The man who has haunted her every time she closes her eyes to sleep or even just blink.

The Ticket Master.

He had ravaged and defiled her body. Used her like some disposable tramp, left her bruised and broken. She could still feel his big hands on the back of her head, forcing her down on to his manhood. She could still feel him inside her cunt, stretching her open. And, worse of all, she could still feel his seed in her womb. She felt like she had been ruined, a cracked shell of her former self.

Mrs Knotty [FF] (LONG)

I’m still so flustered from what happened Sunday night but I need to share.

Call me Mrs Kris Knotty I’m 40, recently divorced, with my only daughter off in her freshman year of college and well let’s just say things have been a lot lonelier around the house these
days.

I recently watched Mrs Fletcher on HBO and let me tell ya I started having some very specific fantasies and ideas with this big empty house and my new found freedom. I decided to be adventurous and make a reddit account to feel out the waters, maybe find someone to talk about these fantasies with while I make a mess in my bed.

I made a post last week with a picture of myself looking for young men to talk to but after an hour I chickened out, deleted the post, watched some milf porn, and went to bed. “How crazy,” I thought, “I really got carried away.” I thought that was the end of this all.

Until Sunday night when something happened I could not have seen coming.

Here’s some context:

Mistress’ new toy [femdom] [msub] [anal] [strap-on]

Finally get out of work. I’m almost running to my car. I can’t wait to get home. She told me she had a surprise for me that she thinks I’ll like but know she’ll like it more. My mind is racing as to what that can mean. I get to my car and check the GPS. I send her my ETA as instructed. She replies back “I hope you’re ready”. That only makes me more excited to get home.

The 20 minute ride felt like an eternity. All I want to do is get home and find out what the surprise is. I finally pull in the driveway, not knowing what is waiting for me inside that house. I walk inside and see an empty box that had been shipped to our house. “I’m home Miss,” I nervously call out. “Come to the bedroom, it’s time to play,” she responds.

I waste no time and head back. I find her standing by the window wearing her tight black lingerie and 6 inch black heels. The lingerie accentuates the curves of her body. I can never help myself but stare at her hourglass frame. From her ass up her hips to her amazing breasts. She smirks and says, “I don’t think I want you to see this surprise yet. You can go ahead and get ready to play.” Immediately I get undressed. Folding my clothes into a neat pile as she expects.

The meet up…part 1

It was a typical friday with one exception you and i planned on a meeting. We chatted for months online. You was a young attractive college girl.

You seem to enjoy chatting to me a older mature male. I was old enough to be your dad. You seem to like that though. We was both just enjoying this season we shared. You and i has this sorta secret relationship between each other.

Guys your age just didn’t treat you the same. You loved the mature discussions we had, laughter and daily attention you thrived on. I enjoyed your flirtation and your humor. We just seemed to want similar things.

Sure the relationship wasnt one for marriage we both knew this. I was currently married but in a dead bedroom relationship. At best that was very vanilla. I also had a hunch she may not be so faithful. But we seemed to just maintain for the kids sake.

You enjoyed the “game” you called it. Teasing and arousing a older taken man seemed to be fun for you. Your normal life you was always the “good girl” quiet and shy. How we ended up meeting online was a oddity.

Wet Dreams Cum True (part 1) [Gender bender] [Lesbian] [Futa]

Hi everyone,

This is my first short story series so I hope you enjoy my work. If you want me to continue it or have any thoughts leave me an upvote and a comment and I’ll try to get back to you ASAP.

Cheers,

Zeffo

(Gender bender, Female x Female, Futa x Female, School, Magic)

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My name is Taylor, I’m 15 years old and born a boy. I go to a private mixed gender boarding school because my family works most of the time. I consider myself straight and love girls, but there’s a side of me that no one knows about.

I am lesbian.