Making the Grade.

Have you ever had one of those teachers in high school that no matter what you do or how hard you try, they’re just going to be a stone cold bitch regardless. Angela Harmon was one of those teachers. She taught math, and because of how small my high school was, I was *blessed* to have her all four years.

Now if you had seen Ms. Harmon on the street, you’d probably think she was pretty attractive. And to be honest, you’d be right. She was tall with long, red hair, nice d-sized boobs, a slender stomach, and an ample ass that sat atop some juicy, thick thighs. Put lightly, the woman was built like a brick shithouse, and as a young freshman, I thought she was pretty, fuckin’ hot. Unfortunately, after a few months in her class, my desire for the woman curled up and died.

Catherine’s Folly [Heavy non-con] [Orgasm Denial] [M/F]

Hello all, this is the first sex scene in a potential multi-part series I’m writing with a very heavy focus on corruption featuring Catherine, a hapless paladin. My writing style tends to be fairly long-form, and I’ve cut quite a bit of build-up to give you all a better sense of my actual erotic writing, so if you like it please let me know and I’ll be sure to add more!

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The door to Catherine’s rented room in the dingy tavern swings open as she’s carried to her bed by two men. She should have known better than to accept drinks from strangers, but she’d been so excited after her first ever successful contract as an adventurer that she’d gotten swept up in the excitement – now she was paying for it.

As they lay her on the bed, it’s all she can do not to throw up at the sudden shift in orientation. She can make out their voices as they whisper to one another, but whatever they’re saying is lost amidst the throbbing drum of her own heartbeat; impossibly loud in her ears as the world seems to spin around her. She tries to tell them not to lay her down but the words come out as an incomprehensible mumble, slurred beyond recognition.

Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: part 1

Nick put the car into park and killed the engine. His hands still gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles white. He took a deep breath to try and steady his nerves as he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror. Was he really doing this? To fantasize was one thing…but he knew he was close to crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

He checked his phone again and read the most recent message from Leslie.

“I’m at the far end of the bar. Little black dress. See you soon, Mr. F ;)”

He hastily typed out a reply.

“Just parked. See you soon…teacher’s pet.”

Taking another deep breath and trying in vain to get his heart rate back to normal, Nick got out of his car, locked the door, and started walking through the dark parking lot to the neon sign of the bar.

As he walked, his mind wandered to how things got to the point they were now.

It was less than a week ago that he had finally caved and downloaded the app. He knew the reputation Tinder had as a hookup site. In fact, he was counting on it.

The Lost Bet (Part 1) [non-consent] [gay] [straight] [blowjob] [m4m]

*******Thought of this while watching porn the other day. Couldn’t get it off my mind. Hope you enjoy! 100% fictional, by the way.******

My brother Tom stayed with my wife and I for a few months last summer. It didn’t last long because the guy lived like a slob and had a bad gambling addiction. Couldn’t ever make the rent or help out with any of the utilities. It sucked having to kick him out, but what could we do?

Anyway, it was the following spring now. My wife Julie and I were both working pretty steady and just kind of forgot about him. Mostly.

See, even though he didn’t live here anymore, we still got his mail all the time. And since I didn’t have a clue as to where he was staying (we had lost contact), I just let it pile up on the kitchen table figuring he’d come around sooner or later looking for it.

Well, this particular morning I had been working from home. Julie was at work downtown, and I pretty much had the house to myself when all of a sudden there came a knock at the door.

[FFM] I get dominated by my husband and a random girl off tinder.

A couple months ago my husband mentioned that he had a surprise for me that night. After dinner and putting the kids down for the night he led me to the bedroom where he stripped me naked, blindfolded me, and had me lay down on my back with my hands above my head. To my surprise I felt the cool sensation of metal on my skin as he snapped handcuffs first on my right, and then onto my left wrist. I gave my hands a tug and realized he had secured them to the bed frame.

Lucas mentioned that there was a surprise for me at the door, and he was going to get it. Shortly after, I hear two sets of footsteps walking up the stairs to our bedroom. I felt two sets of hands caressing my body, the first starting at my neck, circling my large pink areolae before pinching my nipples. The second set of hands went straight to my pussy. I felt a finger slowly move up and down my slit before it spread my labia and entered me. At the same time I felt a mouth kissing, licking and sucking my inner thighs and labia before their tongue began to circle my clit. A second finger entered me as their tongue picked up the pace and brought me to a shuddering orgasm.

[FM] I got sucked off at my desk in the office

I recently left this company so I feel like I can finally tell the story! Like many people I’d often fantasised about getting naughty at work and it finally happened.
One weekend my girlfriend and I were doing some DIY when we realised we needed a socket set. I knew we had one it the store room at work so I suggested we head to the office and pick it up. En route I nervously brought up my fantasy, she just grinned and said go on then…
We headed straight to my desk, she got her news and crawled under the table then pulled my shorts down. I was so nervous someone would walk in even thought it was a weekend, still it was one of the best sucks of my life. She was even naughty enough to let me film it!
I wonder what we will get up to at my new office?

Step Sister Corruption Part 147 – Day 77 Gabe draws the line (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Gabe*

Sabrina moaned out, “You’re w….”

I continued to twisted her nipples and she quickly screamed, “RIGHT!!!”

I smiled knowing she was about to say *wrong* but I knew I was right so I twisted her nipples a little more and added pressure to her nipples and she quickly changed her answer.

I let go and Sabrina quickly held her nipples and was panting before she glared at me and retorted, “Mother fucker that hurt!”

I walked to my bed and sat down. I smiled at her as she closely watched me still holding her breasts.

Kel just watched me and simply smirked after my little display.

I spoke, “See that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Sabrina lightly rubbed her chest, “You didn’t have to twist my nipples nearly off you bastard!”

I looked at straight faced, “I twisted them more because you were about to lie. I asked you to tell the truth about my hunch.”

Sabrina looked at me, “I wasn’t going to lie.”

I stared at her giving her a questioning look.

She only looked at me back with her now accustomed defiant look.

Embrace of the Goddess [Part 2 of 3] [FF] [Fantasy] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Corruption] [Twins]

Embrace of the Goddess: Epilogue

Part 2: The Princesses

Tiriniel’s Temple of Dawn’s First light was the chief gem in the crown of Azora’s temples. It was dome shaped with spires shooting out of every radial point like the sun rising above the horizon. Acolyte’s from all over creation made pilgrimages to this holy sight. It is said that Azora first touched down here when she came to dwell with mortals, though Maloth knew that to be a convenient lie. They both fell, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair, as they crashed to this stinking realm of decay and frailty. They landed in a swamp now called Acheron’s Gap. It’s mostly inhabited by gator farmers. No. That didn’t fit the grand narrative of Azora, the grand lie. That would be Maloth’s first order of business. She would set the record straight, including how she was consumed by her sister, slumbering in the consciousness of the goddess these people worshipped. For the whole time, some part of them worshipped Maloth, and that secret would make the transition of power easy.

The inexperienced youth and the urinating mother

It was typical for me to walk alone in the woods. I hadn’t much better things to do than watch porn and play computer games. I wasn’t particular bad looking. But there was a mental barrier to talk to girls. It was typical for me to keep my hands in my pockets, but I would rather have them on a girl’s ass. I didn’t take the usual trail. I didn’t like running into other people. Especially those that I repeatedly saw. It was slightly embarrassing, as if they thought I didn’t have anything better to do, which I didn’t.
Behind me came someone running. I heard it now by her breathing it was a girl. Among the scent of sweat I imagined the scent of her pussy. I saw her wide ass and slim waist. Her blonde ponytail swinging back and forth. It was a shame I didn’t get to see her face. It must have been cute as hell. But that ass though. If I only I could stick my dick between her buttocks and push it right in. I got really horny somehow. So horny I decided to find a place to masturbate.
I went deeper into the woods and found some thick bushes by a stream. The pictures of that running girl still fresh in my mind. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked myself. I smiled. This was one of my only enjoyments in life. I heard some sticks break. I flinched. I quickly pulled up my pants. A woman… in her early forties at least. I calmed down. She hadn’t noticed me. Those breasts and Christ those hips. Even juicier than the girl I had just seen. She smiled, relieved sort of, and her dimples, incredibly cute. What the hell is she doing? She unbuttoned her pants and unveiled her bush and pink slit. I started jerking off again, as hard as I could. It got even hotter when she squatted. Those hips looked even bigger. Some strands of her hair were behind her eyes. If only I could see your sweet little eyes. The perfect cumshot. She stopped peeing suddenly and pulled up her pants. Her eyes darted straight at me. I jumped, pulled up my pants and then got the hell out of there.
I didn’t feel embarrassed. My life was already embarrassing already, just two more eyes to avoid in the future. I followed the trail back home. Bummed that I didn’t get to finish. I can take a shower and jerk off there, imagining her beautiful hips and pink vagina, and the stream of urine trickling by. It was hot as hell. I was daydreaming again, so much that I bumped into a woman in the next intersection. “Did you finish?”
Of course it was her, the urinating woman. “Uh… with what?” I swallowed hard at the end. I tried my hardest not to sound like a nerve wreck.
Surprisingly, she smiled. “What you did in the bushes.”
“Uh, I didn’t do anything.”
“Okay, do you want to do something then?”
“Do what?”
“How about you finish inside of me instead of in the bushes?”
My eyes widened in surprise. “Where?”
“We can go back to the stream.”
We started walking back. “Let me touch it for a second.” She slipped her hand inside my pants. I got rock hard. She touched and felt all the way from the root to the glans. She made sure to pull down the foreskin up and down as well. “You are well above average. Let’s go quicker.”
I couldn’t find any words. “Uhm… your husband?”
“I went through a divorce one year ago and haven’t slept with someone since, so even if I’m a mother of three… I promise you it will be tight.”
It turned me one even more and I quickened my pace.
We got there by the stream, left by ourselves. I still couldn’t believe it. It was as if it were all a dream. “Can… can I touch you?”
“Of course.” I went straight for her breasts. I squeezed them as hard as I could. This was real, mature breasts that been filled with milk not once but trice. “Do you like them?”
“Yeah.”
She took off her sweater and unbuttoned her bra. I squeezed her again while she unbuttoned her pants. This was the first time I’d ever gotten my hands on a pair of breasts. They were softer than fluffy bread. She had unbuttoned my pants. I didn’t even notice till I felt the wind on my thigh. “You are quick.”
“Well, I have more than twenty years of experience when it comes to this.” She got a hold of my dick and kissed me. The first time I’d ever tasted lips. They were sweeter than strawberries. She extended her tongue and played around in my mouth. I whirled my tongue around hers, first a bit timidly and then a lot more. She spread her legs and started rubbing her clit on my thigh. I was melting in her arms. I wondered how those lips would feel like on my dick. “Can you suck me?”
She went on her knees. She spat on my dick and rubbed it in with both of her hands. She got close with her tongue, playing around with the tip and breathing close to my glans. She opened her mouth wide. She held her right hand on the lower part of the shaft while having the upper part in her mouth. She stroked and teased the glans with her tongue. I pushed her head closer toward me. I was a few strokes away from exploding in her mouth. She let my dick slip out of her mouth. She lay down and beckoned me with her finger. I dropped to my knees and crawled up between her legs. I pushed the hair up so I could see her beautiful vagina. I licked it once. The taste made my chest warm. It was the greatest thing I’d ever laid my tongue on. I kept licking and tasting her, enjoying every inch of her vagina. I stuck my finger in by curiosity, rubbing my finger on her upper wall. She breathed harder when I did that, her chest rising and sinking. I then sucked her clitoris. She now pushed her vagina closer to my face and made some hot moaning sounds. I had to finish inside of her. I couldn’t take this any longer. I got on top of her. My dick slid right inside of her. She wrapped her legs around me, clenching me harder as farther in I went. “You can go deeper.”
I went all the way. This warmth. This euphoria. It was completely foreign to me, but I was dying to get more. We breathed harder simultaneously. She got her hands around my back and pushed my body closer to hers. Her hard nipples rubbed against mine. It kept getting warmer. The heat made me fuck her harder and harder. I finally had to let go. It felt like an explosion and there I filled her vagina with my cum. She then squirted all over my chest. “Wow.” I enjoyed every drop of her fluids on me.
“You know how to please a woman,” she said and breathed out. I just leaned back. She couldn’t even tell I was a virgin… well not any longer. We got up and helped each other get dressed. She gave me her phone number and told me I was welcome to her home anytime I wanted. I grinned. “Later this day?”
She hugged me and kissed my lips again. “Yes, anytime you want.”
I was about to melt in her arms. “I will see you then.”
We both went home with smiles on our faces.
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A Change of Colours [MM]

Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.
And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men.