Ero virus: part 1 (mainly plot)

Alone at home, he sat and flicked through the channels. Nothing much on he classically put his hands down his pants, and leaving the tv on, picked up his phone and started searching through pornhub for something decent to watch. Spoilt for choice he eventually finds a generic ‘boy-fucks-girl’ video, it’s enough to bring him to orgasm.

After cleaning himself up he decides to grab a bite to eat. This was his life since he lost his job, he didn’t really want in the first place, and he hasn’t had the motivation to get a new one since. He lives with his Fiancée Camille, and her uni friends, Aimee, Megan and Kath, in an unassuming ex council house in the south of England.

His sex life wasn’t exactly the sort of stuff movies are made of but he couldn’t complain, it may not have been particularly exciting but at least it was regular. Living with his partner certainly had its perks but living with others also meant they had to be quiet and respectful, even if they never returned the favour.

[FM] He begged me to fuck him and I gave in.

Sorry for any typos, this is my first story and it’s on mobile!

I met this guy originally off of tinder. First thing I noticed about him was that he only had one arm. He bio was short and silly, basically making a point to acknowledge his one arm in a jokingly kind of way. I liked that. He seemed charismatic for sure. And he was cute, very cute- although about 6 years younger than me (He’s early 20’s, I’m late 20’s). It had me thinking about how I’ve never slept with anyone with missing limbs and became kind of grossed out about how I was fetishizing something like this- but I was curious.

I did the obligatory right swipe and we immediately matched. I was then geeted with the lovely message: “can I come slam that pussy?” Hmmm, where did this seemingly charismatic guy go?

I played it off as a joke and tried changing the subject and we added each other on Snapchat. Mistake. He was begging for sex from me. Everyday I was greeted with:

“Hey!!”

“Helloooooo”

“Come over and let me love on you”

“Please”

“Pleeeaaaaaase”

MF online relationship becomes IRL working towards Dom/Sub (Part 1)

**Opens with inner monologue then flips into 1st, this should help you follow**

One of the most intriguing things in life, to me, is how people meet. They meet through family and friends. Meet through being colleagues at work and events. They meet through situations, like at a grocery store when one drops their wallet and the other hands it to them. So many random meetings, so many relationships formed one way or the other. Meeting you online could have just been another one of those, a random meet where two people from different strides of life collide, but this was different. Our goals were exactly the same. We’d made profiles searching for someone with similar tastes that would fulfill something in our lives that we didn’t have.

Our initial contact seemed a bit awkward at first, it always does online if I were honest. It’s so hard to gauge how a text is meant to be read. Sarcastic? Friendly? Comedic? Snarky? Teasing? It’s hard to be careful and still be yourself when you first meet someone in an online forum. Of course, my personal fear is that the person I’ve just met has an ‘online persona’, as I like to call it. A character that they’ve created online for the mere purpose of pretending. Nothing real to life. No actual connection or bond ever being formed, from their side of things. The fear is real and has happened oh so many times. Things with you were different, right from the start.

Weekend With The Neighbor (Part 2)

“Time to wake up Princess. My poker buddys will be arriving soon.” I opened my eyes to see my neighbor, Mr. Miller, standing over the side of the bed.

It took a moment to shake off the grogginess. I couldn’t recall why I was in a pink room. My hard nipples felt sore, and my swollen pussy was soaking wet.

I slowly remembered that, unbeknownst to me, Daddy sent me here for the weekend to be old man Miller’s indentured sex toy, in order to pay off his debts. The dirty old pervert had started off the weekend by fucking me hard, while confessing he used to cream my panties.

Mr. Miller handed me several chewy candies as I sat up. “Take these. They will make you feel good”. I obediently popped the candies in my mouth. Although they were sweet, there was an unusual taste toward the end.

“I took the liberty of going through your bag to choose one of the outfits your father packed. It’s in the bathroom, along with towels. Go shower and get dressed.”

Daddy’s Home (Update)

I had just arrived at our house after a long day at work. As I entered through the door I saw you sitting in a chair waiting for me, your fingertips ever so slowly rubbing against what seems to be your wet clit.

Your eyes are calling me over as I scan your body up and down, I make my way towards you and drop my coat and briefcase.

“Welcome home Daddy,” You say, as you let out a small moan.

“Well this definitely wasn’t what I was expecting when I got home, but how could I complain”, I reply.

Your hands reach for my belt buckle and you start to undo it. As I look down at your face, I see you smirking up to me.

I feel your soft hands graze over my now hard cock. Without hesitation, one hand slips into my pants and reaches down, grabbing at my throbbing shaft.

“Daddy, what do you want me to do?” You ask.

“Pull it out and shove it straight into your mouth, Daddy will do the rest” I reply.

[MF] That one her friends watched us.

In college I dated Kendra for a brief five months. I felt bad at the time because she really liked me and I had discovered that she was not a good fit for me. I knew I needed to break up with her. It was actually the first time I had to break up with someone. Later that day I went over to her house and made it official. I took my things and left for the second to last time. I did not know we would be having viguous break up sex a week later but that is a story for another post. I was pretty bummed out. I felt shitty for letting her down and I also felt shitty that it was another failed stint with a girl. The next day was Saturday and I went to an apartment complex pool in town I knew to be always popping off on Saturdays. I met up with some friends and got there pretty early, like 11am. I just wanted to be outside, enjoy the freedom of being single, and get hammered on Rolling Rocks. I had no expectations of even talking to any girls. I did however wanted to enjoy getting drunk and do some people watching and that’s what I did. Several groups of girls poured in as the afternoon progressed. It was one of the first hot weekends of the year so it was nice to see girls half naked at the pool again. Some time around beer number 3 or 4 I noticed a group come in through the gate. In that group was Kelsey. She was the tallest in the group and by far had the best ass. Holy shit. My eyes damn near popped out of my sunglasses like they do in old cartoons. This girl was thick in all the right places, had sand colored skin already tanned and she had shoulder length blond hair. Her ass was the perfect combination of big and round. I would later find out my hands wouldn’t be able to hold all of it. She was fit too. Under her flat stomach was the beginning of abs and while her boobs weren’t big, they were no doubt perky. She was wearing bright orange cheeky bikini bottoms and a matching top. “That girl will never talk to me” I thought. Ohhhh wellll. I twisted another top off of a rolling rock. The day progressed and so did my intoxication. Eventually tons of people showed up, even my ex. She kept to herself though and didn’t make anything super awkward. Just kidding. She sent me a text saying she could see me. I didn’t respond.

18 [F] Persuading my much older, married PT to cum inside me (pics inside)

I started going to the gym 18 months ago, it was a bit daunting for me since everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing and were much older than me. I was clueless. One of the PT’s noticed this and was super helpful, gave me a tour and showed me how everything worked.From then on we had a friendly relationship in the gym, we got to know each other fairly well and would often sit and chat for a while after I’d finished in the gym.

Two weeks ago he asked me if I’d like to look after his dog and his house for a couple of nights as he was going away for the weekend and his wife was in London with work for a week or so. I agreed eagerly as I adore dogs but mainly I saw it as an excuse to get to know him better and extend our relationship beyond just the gym. I’d always quite fancied Tom, he was tall, fit, and had that whole handsome older man thing going on. I wasn’t sure how old he was but I’d guessed at mid 30’s, maybe 34. I’ve fantasised about being with someone older than me A LOT, and especially someone married. I know that’s awful but the idea that I could fuck someones husband because I’m younger and more attractive gets me wet every time.

Banging my [M]arried, MIL[F], former stripper co-worker

When I graduated college I started my first job at a mid sized diversified manufacturing company. I had interned with them the previous summer and they had hired me on full time. The office building was a relatively old building that was connected to one of the manufacturing plants and the offices were about 80% full. I was fortunate enough to get put in an office in a corner, though certainly not your traditional “corner office”, it had one window to the outside and no other windows. With the door closed nobody could see in.

One of the clerks was a woman, Lori, and she had been with the company for a while, mostly in the plant before getting a job inside. She was late 30s, Italian looking, 5’10”, in shape but curvy. She had large boobs and an OK butt, pretty face. Honestly, she looked like a late 30s mother of two, nothing spectacular and plenty of them in any office.

My first [MFM]

Six months of buildup, and man was it worth it. I met them both via Reddit. Started seeing B regularly, and kept in touch with J. Finally, J was in the area for work, and everything fell into place.

I met B in the parking garage of the hotel J was staying in. We planned to cuddle and make out and connect a bit before going in, but it turned into straight up fucking in the back seat within minutes. After a little bit we went inside. Got drinks at the hotel bar and sat and chatted. The guys had met for a beer earlier in the week, and J and I had fucked for the first time the night before, so it wasn’t our first time meeting each other. They are both really fun, funny guys. Fun to hang out with. We finished our drinks and went upstairs.

I told them to sit and watch while I undressed for them. I took my top off, and basically they couldn’t keep their hands off of me after that. My skirt and Lacy bra and panties disappeared fast. They were grabbing my ass and… We moved to a couple chairs and I started giving them blowjobs. That turned quickly into me blowing B while J fucked me from behind. Note: from here the sequence of events is blurry and I’m just doing my best to piece it together.

[MF] [Mdom] [rapey] [pee] Into the woods

“What brings you in today?” I asked the lady sitting in front of me, as I readied my pen and notepad to start our first session. She had mentioned generic concerns about her sexual identity over the phone, and that she needed to let certain stuff out.

Usually this was the beginning of a “coming out the closet” or a gender transition. As a therapist specializing in sexuality issues, I have heard it all and seen it all. But not yet a story of this kind.

“I was at the state park a couple weeks ago”, my new client, Danielle, started.

I had been walking around pretty much all day. I am not a teenager anymore, I need to work those calories out. And with the lovely weather, a hike in nature felt much better than the gym. I lost sense of time, and ended up just slightly off the trail. And that’s when it struck me, I had to pee and I was nowhere near a toilet.

Normally, I am a reserved and proper lady. But this time, my bladder was just begging for release. So, I found a rock, behind some bushes and a tree, and I squatted. And, oh, it felt like such a relief to let it all out.