This happened at my tailors, and whenever i think about the pressure and sensation, i am immediately back to that place of total need. This was only my 2nd or 3rd time in this place, each time there has only been 1 or 2 woman working. Both were middle aged Korean woman, and we had very light conversation usually about work and/or family. So i knew both were married, had grown or close to it kids. I had some shirts made there that were great, so i came in this day to try and get a couple suits adjusted, and new matching pants made (originals were pleated).
Ok so getting to it, I had been measures and all that for suit coat shirts etc, and to do so she had asked me to stand up this small round platform in the middle of this closet sized fitting room.. full sized mirrors, nothing fancy. She was attractive but older, had on somewhat low cut tight top with ample cleavage and black skirt, stockings.. all very professional. Assuming i needed to get into the suit i was down now to my boxer briefs and socks and all of sudden the curtain opens (a literal curtain was the door) and shes in the “closet” with me and motions me up onto the little platform.
i thought i needed to be in the pants, but i guess not. she is taking measures and yelling out in korean to the other, and small talking with me at same time. Now i am above and looking down, and is alternating between kneeling and half standing.. the view was a bit much to avoid, but at the same time i didnt expect a reaction. But it began. My cock was odly positioned too, so as it began to swell it was both a very obvious bulge, but painful… need to unfold it abit. I turned red i am sure, she at first looked up, i think sharing in embarrassment, and headed for the curtain. But thats when the other woman was approaching to hand her the suit pant she had outside the room… she never left the closet and kept her eyes on me. i had no choice now, i had to reach in and adjust. She was focused on me, probably saw some skin there. She asked me to hole the pants in front of me, bends to the cuff makes a mark but then slides her hands up both legs agaisnt me, and with her right hand moves across the front of my pants giving me a long long hard very intentional squeeze. she takes the pants and places them on hanger, then holds her tits together in front of me and does alittle hip shake move.. muttering in korean and looking at me, then down at my crotch. i am pointed straight up now, not poking out, but the band is lifted off my belly. just with her thimb and pointer finger she moves up and down my shape. I assumed this was a go sign so i reached down to i guess try and fondle her breast, but he put my hand to my side and gave me a NO look… confused but hard she picked up the pace and got more and grip around me.. looking up at me. i was pretty off balance up there, knees locked, flustered, so i had to reeach out and get some balance holding the wall. this was very amusing to her, she laughed out loud, and then started making the universal “shhhh” sign.. but i was silent anyway… but she knew the effect she had just had for sure. shen she was standing by cock was about at her underboob, she looked down and and pulled my briefs down ion the front enough to let me spring out. i was dripping, and she loved it. some long stroked, some fingernail dragging. then she leaned in, speaking low and in korean, and kissed my lower chest. somewhat motor boating my cock. when she pulled back i had left wet spots on her shirt.. she spun to my side, so she could see us both in the mirror. We nmade eye contact in the mirror, and she gave me several more vigorous strokes. then she let go… she took my t shirt and wiped the head of my cock.. (didnt love that, considering she is a tailor??) and pulled over my briefs, and stepped out. that was it. back to business, all clothes, no cum. loved it, hated it.
Tag: Straight
Chapter 1 of erotica novel, “Bound For Freedom.” [MF]
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Hope you enjoy the read!
1
No. Swipe left. No. Swipe left.
What the— I squint at my phone screen. This guy is wearing a speedo, straddling his motorcycle and quite proudly displaying his—ew—goods, while smoking a pipe and giving me the middle finger. No! Swipe left.
I exhale sharply, angry that there are no interesting men on Shiver, but even angrier over why I am searching for a date in the first place.
In my soon-to-be-former kitchen, I’m seated at the bar, a granite slab resting on a custom-made island. The kitchen, like the rest of the place, is impeccably clean, and the house would be considered a castle to some. Or most, actually. To me, however, it’s a symbol of control and a reminder that serving my family day in and day out is all I should ever aspire to do, never desiring anything other than to be a homemaker, a mother, and a helpmate to my husband. The cupboards are white, the floor white marble with gray veins, and church pictures and quotes of scriptures hang everywhere.
The Staycation Threesome [STR] – [x-post from /r/eroticliterature] – Recently started writing and first foray into erotica. Feedback greatly appreciated.
The opening band has just finished up and is tearing down their gear when Tom realizes he needs to take a piss. On top of that his Whiskey is empty.
“Going to hit the restroom and grab another drink. Looks like you could use a refill as well?”, he says to Ashley, pointing to her mostly empty wine glass.
“Sure, we’re not driving!”, she smiles.
The couple had hopped the train down to Portland for the weekend for a break from the norm and hear some live music and maybe get out into the woods. They’d managed to find a pretty nice hotel less than a mile from the venue, so decided to just walk. Plus, it turned out to be an unseasonably warm fall evening making it quite pleasant
Ashley finishes off the bit in her glass and hands it over to Tom. He reaches over to grab it and plants a quick kiss on her. “Don’t go anywhere beautiful.”, he grins looking into her eyes.
“Wouldn’t dare!”, she giggles back.
The Staycation Threesome [STR] – Recently started writing and first foray into erotica. Feedback greatly appreciated.
The opening band has just finished up and is tearing down their gear when Tom realizes he needs to take a piss. On top of that his Whiskey is empty.
“Going to hit the restroom and grab another drink. Looks like you could use a refill as well?”, he says to Ashley, pointing to her mostly empty wine glass.
“Sure, we’re not driving!”, she smiles.
The couple had hopped the train down to Portland for the weekend for a break from the norm and hear some live music and maybe get out into the woods. They’d managed to find a pretty nice hotel less than a mile from the venue, so decided to just walk. Plus, it turned out to be an unseasonably warm fall evening making it quite pleasant
Ashley finishes off the bit in her glass and hands it over to Tom. He reaches over to grab it and plants a quick kiss on her. “Don’t go anywhere beautiful.”, he grins looking into her eyes.
“Wouldn’t dare!”, she giggles back.
Pills Pt. 2 [MF][oral]
This one is a little shorter than before and get’s straight into it.
Let me know if you like the direction.
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Pills Pt. 2
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Ashley and I were laying in bed, her back to my chest. Her hand clutched mine as I caressed her breast. They had grown to a deliciously perfect size, filling my grip as her permanently hard nipples pressed against my palm. She had been much smaller before and I couldn’t help but study them, just as she had studied my new dick in the bathroom. They squeezed together to form a deep cleavage and were a bit firm, not quite natural, as if her breast tissue had taken on a springy silicon texture.
“That feels good, Jack.” Ash said with a content sigh. “My titties are so sensitive now.”
Her legs squirmed slowly as we laid there, her ass pressed against my shaft. It had only been twenty minutes since she drained me on the bathroom floor, but my body was slowly filling with need. My dick was closing the gap between us, nestling itself between Ash’s pillowy cheeks.
The time i shared my girlfriend with my befriend (mfm)
Rewrote a story i posted on gonewildstories about a year back, enjoy!
I wrote this myself, throwaway for obvious reasons. This happened last December while Katie(18) and I(20) were visiting my family for Christmas. It started at the mall with Katie and Dylan(22 a long time friend of mine). We were just shopping and getting food, so when the mall was closing we invited Dylan over to my grandfathers where we were staying. My grandfather had already gone to sleep in the other room. So we went into the garage (he has a studio apartment in a basement).
As we got there were just hanging out for a while talking and joking with each other. We all decided that Dylan should call someone up so we could smoke some weed. As he called someone I started making comments about Katie’s looks, and how she was wearing too many clothes. It got to the point where Katie pulled me to the side in the room and asked me if I was really okay with sharing her. I replied with an excited yes.
Fucked my work supervisor, oops! (F21/M27)
My name is Vanessa (people just call me Ness) and I have spent the last year working in a lab doing orthopedics research at a big university where I am also a senior undergraduate student. I am 21, 5’11”, [athletic, blonde, and have 32DDD boobs](http://imgur.com/hUOBEYy) (yes they are really fun). My job is fantastic and the people I work with are great. About two months ago we got a new post-doctoral candidate that had just finished his Ph.D. His name is Michael and he is 6’4”, athletic, 27, brown-haired, and has the most stunning blue eyes. At the beginning, I was not a fan of him as he was cocky and defensive. However, he grew on me and as he became more comfortable in our environment, his humor and intelligence drew me towards him.
About a month after his arrival we started teasing each other, texting all day, and snapping. It was innocent at first, but interactions became more frequent and I started thinking about him sexually. We made excuses to work on projects and had lunch alone together almost every day. The interactions were never touchy, nor did either of us make an effort to spend time together outside of work.
Friday Night: Frisky First Time
It was late Friday night and she was finally leaving work. She had always been career-oriented. The first to get to work, the last to leave. Reflecting, she’d always been cautious in every part of her life. Fiscally responsible, she never spent much, just enough to get by. Sexually, she’d always been reserved, having never been with a man at the age of 21. But as of recent, she’d been feeling quite different.
Everyday before she left, she would bring herself to orgasm in the shower, running her hands up and down her body as the water caresses and calmed her. Every night when she returned, she would slowly strip and gaze into the mirror, feeling her breasts until her nipples got hard then slowly progressing down her stomach and sides with light touches down to her pussy, which she stroked until she came. Again, right before she went to sleep, she would fantasize about different men and how they would pleasure her and she them, imagining them touching her body while she humped her mattress until she came yet again. She used to be opposed to satisfying herself but now, she needed it. However, the past week, it hadn’t been enough. She was horny every second of every day, in meetings she would zone out, fantasizing about sex on the table with different co-workers, at lunch, she would fantasize about riding the cashier behind the counter, and even now, as she walked to the bus, she couldn’t wait to see him, to imagine him, with her, bodies together, physical, animalistic attraction ending in sweet release.
Friday Night: Frisky First Time
It was late Friday night and she was finally leaving work. She had always been career-oriented. The first to get to work, the last to leave. Reflecting, she’d always been cautious in every part of her life. Fiscally responsible, she never spent much, just enough to get by. Sexually, she’d always been reserved, having never been with a man at the age of 21. But as of recent, she’d been feeling quite different.
Everyday before she left, she would bring herself to orgasm in the shower, running her hands up and down her body as the water caresses and calmed her. Every night when she returned, she would slowly strip and gaze into the mirror, feeling her breasts until her nipples got hard then slowly progressing down her stomach and sides with light touches down to her pussy, which she stroked until she came. Again, right before she went to sleep, she would fantasize about different men and how they would pleasure her and she them, imagining them touching her body while she humped her mattress until she came yet again. She used to be opposed to satisfying herself but now, she needed it. However, the past week, it hadn’t been enough. She was horny every second of every day, in meetings she would zone out, fantasizing about sex on the table with different co-workers, at lunch, she would fantasize about riding the cashier behind the counter, and even now, as she walked to the bus, she couldn’t wait to see him, to imagine him, with her, bodies together, physical, animalistic attraction ending in sweet release.
The married cleaner [m/f] Long!
Okay so the first story went down well, it feels great, kind of addictive so I’ll carry on. Even though I have been over these events in my head since they happened all that time ago, writing it down here is almost like reliving it.
About 7 years ago I did a stint working in a furniture store, not a small place but a big open warehouse type affair. The place was mainly on the ground floor but had a second storey roughly a quarter of the footprint which sat above the staff room/offices etc. This is where I worked, selling beds and bedroom furniture. I know what you’re thinking, cliche “fuck someone out of hours on one the beds” type thing. Not this time. The cleaners were in every morning, they started before us then left off an hour and a half after we clocked in. The cleaning company seemed to go through staff like there was no tomorrow, but eventually we got a bloke and a woman who settled and seemed to be in it for the long haul. The woman cleaner was your typical female attention-seeking personality, loved to flirt with most of the male staff, very giggly and the jokes were often a bit smutty and full of innuendo. She was in her lower 40s, brunette, always well tanned, below average build but with fantastic breast,s which I discovered were fake but who cares right? She was married to a fella who worked offshore, two weeks off, two weeks on, and it was obvious the weeks that he was away, as her attention seeking ramped up significantly.