Stacy Dresses Up Part 2 – The Uber Ride [MF][Cons][Fingering][Female Orgasm][Exhib][Uber][Fishnets][Tight Dress][Seduction][Tease][Burlesque]

If you want to jump directly to the the sex scene, [you can find it here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tqdcb9/he_brings_her_to_orgasm_on_their_uber_ride/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3). :-)

“Honey! What time did you say the Uber would be here?” Joe called down the hall.

“In about 10 minutes,” Stacy replied from the bedroom.

“OK, I’ll start locking up. Please let me know when you’re ready to leave the apartment.”

Joe made one last circuit around the apartment to make sure he hadn’t missed anything before heading out for the night. As he was pulling on his jacket, he heard Stacy emerge from the bedroom. He turned his head to look at her, and his jaw dropped.

Stacy was wearing an off-the-shoulder black dress. The tight-fitting bodice lifted her breasts, presenting the perfect amount of mouth-watering cleavage. The dress hugged her hourglass figure over her waist and hips, running smoothly down her thighs to just below her knees.

The most tantalizing feature of this gorgeous garment, however, was a slit running from the hem of the skirt up the middle of the front to mid-way up her shapely fishnet-clad thighs. Yes, beneath this dream of a dress she was wearing fishnet tights which encased her shapely legs all the way down to the three inch strappy heels.

S.O.L. Games: Jump Ropes (teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their school. kinda ‘choose your own adventure’) [Str8][mf][nc][rape][bondage][Mdom][sadism]

Start with the Prologue! Link in comments

Then read other chapters in any order!

Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.

*Pronounced ‘soul’ games. First-person, creepy, non-chronological, episodic stories inspired by the anime “Euphoria”, the book “Battle Royal”, the show “Squid Games”, etc. In this one, I choose my childhood friend, a thin blonde 18yo senior.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence/Non-con

-Creepy/gross Sniffing/tasting (feet, sweat, bodily fluids, everything)

-Blood

-Anal abuse

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Jump Ropes

Had a train ran on me while I was blindfolded and I still don’t know who used me [FM]

This has been an unfulfilled fantasy of mine for quite awhile, in fact I’ve talked about it before on reddit, and about a week ago, I finally had it happen and my mind hasn’t stopped racing since!

For those that have followed my stories and posts in the past, my husband and I for a time being were swingers and regularly swapped with a group of couples, but since the pandemic, the group kind of fell apart and I have been craving my slutty gangbang ways dearly the last few months. We’ve tried to be relatively safe and limit our contact with friends and family, so getting gangbanged was completely out of the question. However, I got quite a surprise a few days after Christmas.

Christmas itself was pretty low key. A few normal gift exchanges and I was already a happy wife. A few days later, my husband lets me know that he’s gonna fuck my brains out when he gets back from running his errands, sending me dirty messages all day, getting me hot and turned on. He tells me to get ready when he gets back because he’s been particularly horny and has a few kinky ideas he wants to try with me.

Happy Accidents, pt. 1 [MF][Oral][Age Gap][Vaginal]

I can’t __fucking__ believe it. The one time, __ONE TIME__ I don’t have my phone charged, no charger in my car, of course it dies, and I run out of gas! I can hear my dad now, “_You’re going to college next month young lady, you should be more responsible_,” bleh! This is _bullshit_! So I procrastinate a few things, like refilling my tank. Or homework. Or submitting college applications. I’m busy! Now I’ve gotta walk who knows _how_ far to civilization to get a little cannister of gas. Why did Melissa have to live so far away? And why did I have to forget to bring a change of clothes for after the pool party?! Oh well, maybe the two piece swimsuit will help me get a ride back to my car.

_Fucking_ Melissa, boyfriend stealing __whore__! Wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for her. Or my idiot _ex_, Brad! Walked in on them just in time to see her slide herself down his meaty pole. She moaned, looking _right at me_ as it disappeared into her. I was just awestruck, standing there watching my former best friend riding my boyfriend in her parents’ _living room_, our friends outside __at the pool__! He came inside her as I watched, shocked at the betrayal, still standing there, so I just stormed out. I was so angry that I took the long way home to try to clear my head, losing track of time and what little gas I still had.

It Was a Long, Hot Weekend

You were one of the “Hot Girls” in that Catholic School. I was the new awkward kid in class. The established click you were a part of was not very welcoming. I was in that “new kid” situation. I had to hang back and observe the dynamics. The Teachers, Nuns, the Priests, the other staff, and of course the other students. From that first day, you always had my attention. Even at the young age we first met I knew you were going to be a man-eater. You had all the attention of all the dumb boys through Jr and High school. You grew more beautiful by the day. You knew it, too. Dark-skinned from your days at the Florida beaches in the tiniest bikinis. Dark wavy black hair with sun-bleached highlights. I got to know your body so well but only from a distance. From seeing you pass me at the beach I knew where all your tan lines were under your uniform. I know about most of your moles. I know you saw that I was looking over the years. I caught you looking my way a lot too. I would be sitting in the sand on my surfboard resting between sessions out in the water. I know I was pretty ripped and tanned. Definitely poorer, definitely blue-collar, definitely different than most of the preppy rich boys you hung out with. Maybe a bit too different to even let you come over and chat instead of the short “hi”s and waves in passing.

I [M]eet people from reddit. Here are my stories. Part 3 – Fun on the upper west side.

Today’s story is about a woman on the upper west side, Let’s call her M. As always, I will not be sharing usernames unless given prior permission, so please don’t ask. I do, however welcome comments, chats, and messages, especially if you’d like to be a success story.

This is a long one. I’m usually not this wordy. Scroll to the bottom for a TLDR.

I responded to M’s post quite a while ago at this point. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, flirting, vetting one another to make sure we weren’t axe murderers, and finally decided to me. She picked the place, a quaint, quiet bar on the UWS.

She was sitting in a booth when I walked into the bar, nursing a gin and tonic. I immediately made note of her cascading brown hair ; Wavy and thick. She stood up to great me and I was surprised by her height, which nearly matched my own , and was drawn in by her long legs. We hugged, sat in the booth and began what would be the most fun I’ve had west of 6th avenue.

OMG First Blow Job!

I got a text message from my mom yesterday during school. Apparently, my dad had some sort of training event he had to go to that required him to get a hotel room that night. My mom said it was because of the distance; she also texted and asked how I felt if she tagged along with him. She asked if I could stay behind and watch the dog, let him outside, feed him, all the stuff my mom usually does. I immediately gave my mom my blessing and told her to go. That’s because it gave me an idea.
Of course, my mom wanted me to call her so that we could go over any last-minute details. My parents would be on the road before I got home. It was towards the end of school that I found out about this, I quickly texted my boyfriend and told him that my parents weren’t going to be home this afternoon. He responded with one word: And? And I want to practice oral sex on each other.

Hooking Up With My Sister’s Best Friend on our Family Vacation: Part 2 (FM)

It was pretty late at night when I finally got a text from Nora telling me to meet her at the camp showers. I had spent hours hanging out at the nearby playground. I tried to recline on a large rock at one point, but the stationary target made me into a feast for all the mosquitos in a ten mile radius, so I kept pacing instead. Everyone else was off relaxing around fires, toasting marshmallows, and playing card games on picnic tables by the light of little battery-powered lanterns. And I was by myself walking in circles under the stars, swatting mosquitos, and thinking about Nora.

All that time spent alone with my thoughts was not great for my nerves. I started to second guess myself. Before my phone lit up, I had half convinced myself it was an elaborate prank Nora was playing on me. You know, trick the horny 19-year-old boy into thinking he was going to get some pussy so he spends a sleepless night pacing around a swing set. Whenever my thoughts started wandering in that direction, I would remember the way that Nora had led me into the woods and the way she had begged me to fuck her. That was not a girl playing a prank on me. Nora wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

A Star Returns: Part One [MFF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Cheating] [Creampie] [Oral Sex] [Sneaky Sex]

s “Thanks for the invite,” I said as I looked around at the large room. There were many people gathered for my friend’s sister’s reception. I call him my friend loosely as we had only recently reconnected through social media, and by recent, I mean like a few days ago.

“No problem, Turbo,” Ted said as he smiled at me.

“That was ages ago,” I said, shaking my head; it was amazing that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school. Ted’s name was Stretch because of his long arms and ability to palm a basketball with ease. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team.

“Can’t believe you returned home after all these years,” Ted said with amazement.

“Yeah,” I shook my head.

It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this mid-size town. It wasn’t a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was what some would call suburbia. The one thing different from all the other suburbs was this place was a football town. Everything stopped for the high school football games.

Naughty Magic, pt. 2: Stan [M/F][Cheating][University][Athlete][Frat]

_Stan Jones, #9,_ ___All American___ _football star_. Starting quarterback for _his_ D1 team, team captain. I absolutely could have had the Heisman this year, and as a _freshman_ no less! But we just _couldn’t_ come up with the win against our in-state rivals. One stupid mistake at the end of the game, and it cost me that accolade, and our team a birth into the national championship playoffs. It’ll make us all work harder next year, and we’ll be going into the Cotton Bowl _hungry_.

I’ve been working out and training hard in the lull between our conference championship and the New Years game, ironing out every potential flaw I might carry forward. With all the training, I find myself pretty confident, and ready to lead the team to victory! My best friend and backup quarterback, Brent, has found a good party for us to go to tonight, and I’m ready to let loose. In more ways than one.

After learning that more testosterone could make me more competitive, I’ve been edging myself for almost a week. I’m beginning to notice some issues in my behavior. I’m more aggressive, which is _probably_ good, but I’m also getting a bit short tempered. Shouldn’t be too hard for me to find someone to unload into. The thought of it causes a bit of growth below the belt even now, if you know what I mean.