My Manager Said She’d “Do Anything” To Keep Me From Quitting. She Wasn’t Lying. [M/F] [Blowjob] [Titfuck] [Cumshot]

Yesterday I thought I was done. Completely fed up. At the end of my rope. For the fourth time this week, a customer was cussing me out because our ice cream machines were broken. As I listened to the unhinged woman screaming at me through my headset, I was literally biting my tongue … minimum wage isn’t worth this bullshit.

For days I’d been rehearsing what I would say to the next Karen who dared to yell at me about the machines that I had no control over: “Ma’am, would you please go McFuck yourself.”

My manager Brittany already knew I was getting close to just walking off the job, and she was worried. I was her most dependable employee, and if we’re being honest, the one person on the team who she was remotely close to. We sometimes stick around after closing to recap the craziness of the work day or secretly complain to one another about our slacker co-workers. We laugh a lot too … she’s really cute and funny when she’s not dealing with a crazy customer, which is unfortunately only a very small portion of her workday.

No good deed goes unpunished. M/FF

The parking lot isn’t that full so I  pull into a spot and start walking towards the store. 

“Excuse me? Sir.” 

I look over to see the longest pair of legs I’ve ever seen. My lustful eyes travel up the strong calf muscles to her thighs. Her skirts very short letting my gaze travel very far up those amazing legs. So tan and tight, I  blink quickly before i stare too long. But God damn, I  can’t help it.. My eyes move up to her breasts. God they’re the perfect size. They’d be a nice handful in my hands. I could imagine my strong fingers squeezing them as her nipple puckers against my palm.

“Um. Sir?”

My eyes jump up to her face and I’m taken back. She’s beautiful. Nice strong features, but also soft in a way. Her eyes a deep dark brown. You wonder what they’d look like staring up at you as you thrust into her. You shake your head.

“Uh-Hi.” I mumble to her.

She smiles as I move closer to her.

Gene Therapy Part II [Sci-fi][MF][anal]

Jason pushed the lid open slowly, releasing a plume of wispy cool air. He could feel the chill on his fingers as he reached inside. His eyes never quite left Laura’s face. She looked nervous, and perhaps a bit curious. Jason grasped the rounded end of a vial and slid it into his palm, before giving the chilly tube a cursory glance: *201U9H.* He slid it back into place. *Not what he was looking for.*

Laura swept her fingers through her hair every few seconds as she waited. Her lips parted, she sighed and hummed but said nothing.

“Just looking for something—” Jason said reassuringly. He glanced at another vial before returning it to the case.

“—GOOD,” he exclaimed as he finally pulled the vial labeled “A1V18L” into his palm.

He placed the vial on the table, taking special care not to damage the delicate mechanized injection-ready cap.

“Did you plan on participating in one trial?” Jason asked, “More?”

The tip of Laura’s ruby-painted thumbnail found its way into her mouth. She nibbled it nervously while staring down at the lengthy tube of yellowish liquid sitting on the table.

[FF] 18 long and slow build up to my best ever orgasm

I’m F 18 with long red hair a nice smile and a cross country runners body. I’m pretty femme and like wearing cute sundresses and a bow in my hair.

My freind is F 20. She is a brunette with very long straight hair with a round face, perfect eyebrows and a great smile. She has a skinny volleyball players body. She is also femme but likes to be more dominant.

When we started having six last month it was my first everything. I never came out in high school, never dated or even kissed a girl, and really didn’t even know how to finger myself.

We started having sex a lot, like all the time. Even though she is pretty experienced (and phenomenal in bed) it takes me a while to cum. The first time took almost 3 hours. Since then I’ve cum quicker but it still takes a while.

The Friday before labor day we had been flirting and sexting all day during class. We were both really horny and she mentioned that she wanted to eat me out all night.

The Wrong Package

Walking down the hallway of my apartment, I noticed three brown boxes on the floor in front of my door.
“That was fast!” I said aloud, talking to myself.
My Amazon order was just placed yesterday. The bastards were getting fast. Thank god for Amazon Prime, or I would have had to wait a while to replace my computer parts. I opened the door and without looking, I brought all three packages in. Setting them on the table I wasted no time in opening them.

Box one had the memory card upgrade I so desperately needed. Box two has my new keyboard, it is supposed to make online gaming even easier. The final and third box was not mine, but I didn’t realize it. It actually belonged to my next-door neighbor Sara, but in my excitement, I opened it without checking the address.
Inside and discreetly packaged under some bubble wrap are three glass objects of various sizes. I pick them up examining them closely, unsure exactly what they are. I grab the box, look at the label and see Sara’s name and address on them.
“Oh, shit!” talking to myself. “I know what these are!” I smiled a large smile.

Sexting you at work part 2 [MMFF] [Cheating] [Humiliation]

*Part 1 is* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ol4a4a/sexting_you_at_work_mf_cheating_humiliation/)*. The final part will be out in a week or so, in the mean time please let me know what you think. Always happy to chat about my writing, and open to any constructive feedback, positive or negative.*

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It has been over a month since your boss called you into her office convinced she’d caught you browsing porn on your phone. The humiliation you felt as you begged her not to fire you, but instead to look through our conversation and see for herself what I had done. You sat there as she took her time reading the messages, looking at the images of your girlfriend being taken by another man. With each ping of a new message arriving, you winced in your seat, imagining what horror was appearing on the screen before her. I continued to send them unaware of her intervention. The knowledge your boss was seeing these violations before you as you sat in confusion, making it all so much worse for you. Why was I doing this? When she handed your phone back, seemingly satisfied you weren’t the instigator of this situation, you went back to your desk to finish your work. Only then were you able to see for yourself, what she had seen. As she sent you on your way, what was it you saw in her eyes, pity, or something else?

Anastasia Seduces Me

She is tall and blonde and beautiful–and 18 years old. I am 50. Two different worlds. I am her teacher, and she is near graduation. If she can pass my class, that is. She isn’t stupid at all. Just coasting. But I won’t let her coast through my English Lit class, even if she doesn’t like it and it makes her mad that I won’t let her cruise through my course. But god help me she is incredibly sexy. Shoulder length blonde hair and big green eyes and arched eyebrows and smooth creamy skin. Perfect. And she knows it. Her best friend Annabelle is in class and they sit together in the front row, often wearing very short skirts and crossing and uncrossing their long smooth legs. Fuck! To have my face between those young thighs.

The sloppy seconds I wanted like left over Chinese Food. [MF]

My best friend, Jon, always complained about how his Asian girlfriend was too boring and conservative. He’s a 6ft white guy, rich family, and athletic. He could have had any white sorority girl he wanted, but he always had Yellow Fever. They couldn’t have been more different – he was harsh and conservative while she soft and fun.

If I were him, I would’ve appreciated Sarah. Good thing I didn’t need to be him to appreciate her.

One night she came over to my dorm, crying about how he screamed at her at a pregame because she was dressed too slutty for a girls night out. He was such a jealous fuck. She broke up with him swiftly in the moment, not entirely sure if it was impulsive or premeditated.

She looked for my guidance because I was I was his best friend. I could see why he thought she was dressed too slutty.

Meeting [M]y ex for the [F]irst time in years. PART ii

Hey all, after my last post I got a few messages asking for a follow up so I decided when appropriate, I would to give an update, and it seems that time has come.

Fisrt, I’ll add some names for my ex (Kat) and wife (Laura) and me (Travis).

Finally, feedback, thoughts and comments are all welcome. Storytelling is a craft that I want to improve….

So, after our first round, my ex, Kat, messaged me with a picture of her holding my wife’s underwear. Messaging politely, I asked her to bring them back, freaking out my wife, Laura, would notice they’re missing (she has many pairs and not sure how.often she wears them, but one can understand why I might be nervous. Apparently, Kat took them from the dirty clothes in the bathroom when she got changed). She obviously thought this was a fun game and had other intentions, and rather than fight it, I played along and got her address.

I was with my wife the whole weekend as we’re currently in lockdown, but arranged to meet Kat for Monday lunch. Which brings us to today. As I knocked on the door I had a raft of feelings: nervous at fucking up my marriage, frustrated at Kat playing her games, and obviously, around by Kat playing her games.

Date Night in Brisbane [group]

It’s not often we get a date night, so when the opportunity came up for a Friday night to ourselves we thought we better make the most of it.

We are heading into Newstead just outside the city for some drinks and dinner to reconnect and have some time to ourselves and just enjoy each other’s company.

It’s late Friday afternoon and you’re home alone, I have a couple of things to do before I get home and it’s given you some time to relax and get ready for our night out.

You take off your clothes ready for a shower, no ones home and no ones expected home so you take the opportunity to do a few little chores around the house.

For some reason walking around doing these mundane jobs just feels just a little bit more exciting when you’re naked, it might be that at any moment someone might walk past and accidentally catch you out or it might just be a little bit of excitement about getting to go out tonight, either way you move from room to room catching glimpses of yourself in the mirrors as you pass by.