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Married Women Were Off Limits, Ch 2
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https://www.literotica.com/s/married-women-were-off-limits-ch-2
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Fetish
|
Karen and Miranda's dresses slipped up to reveal more of their thighs to Mike and each other. Karen had also managed to dangle her one heel precariously without the bumpiness of the car ride knocking it completely off. Miranda couldn't take her eyes off Karen's legs and dangling heel.
There was definitely attraction between the two women already and, if Miranda was being honest with herself, she was the one being seduced by the married woman.
Mike felt like a king when he entered the banquet hall with a beautiful woman on each arm. Heads were definitely turning as they strolled in. It would have been no surprise if there were a lot of jealous men and women seeing two beautiful women on the arms of a well dressed man with a bulge in his pants large enough to satisfy both of them.
Mike, Karen and Miranda took their assigned seats with Karen sitting next to Miranda. The tables were beautifully arranged with linen tablecloths draping to the floor.
Mike was bummed out that he wouldn't be able to easily ogle Miranda and his wife's legs. Both women were happy with the arrangement and they wasted no time slipping out of their heels.
After a few drinks, Karen shifted in her chair and slid her warm nylon feet over to touch Miranda's. Miranda enjoyed the warmth of Karen's feet on her own. She locked eyes with Karen as she started to play footsie back with her.
When it came time to get up for dinner, Karen and Miranda had on mismatched pairs of heels. Because they wore the same size, each had on a blue heel and a black heel. Both women had their heels off and were playing footsie but paid no attention to which shoes they slipped back into. Mike knew the two women were up to no good and he was pleased.
Besides the color mismatch, no one else noticed this detail but Mike. Mike also noticed a damp spot on the back of his wife's dress. Whatever she was up to with Miranda was making her pussy leak.
During dinner, Mike noticed the ladies' chairs were pushed closer together and they were touching each other a lot. Under the table, Karen and Miranda's nylon legs were pressed into each other as the footsie got more intense.
After dinner, the dance started and, being Mike wasn't much of a dancer, Miranda and Karen danced together. To Mike's surprise, they even stayed up and danced closely to slow songs. Mike's cock was responding to the sight of his wife dancing pressed hard into Miranda. A quick scan of the room revealed that several people were closely watching the two women's sensual grind on full public display.
After a few more dances and drinks, the ladies excused themselves to the bathroom. No one else was in the bathroom, so Karen and Miranda slipped into the same stall. The flirting and teasing was over as Miranda pinned Karen against the door and they locked in a passionate kiss. Tongues were wrestling to taste each other.
Miranda reached up under Karen's dress and plunged three fingers in her sopping pussy. Miranda broke the silence when she said "you are so fucking hot Karen."
Karen responded with an orgasm on Miranda's fingers. Just then, another woman entered the bathroom. Miranda withdrew her fingers and lapped up Karen's pussy juices off them.
Miranda whispered "ask Mike if I can take you home."
Karen just nodded 'yes' as the two ladies quietly slipped out of the bathroom and back to the table.
Karen sat back down beside me and whispered in my ear "would you be OK with me spending the night at Miranda's?"
Knowing how much Karen had been missing another woman's touch, Mike replied "that's a great idea but you owe me big time when you get home. Do you want to leave now?"
Karen eagerly nodded 'yes' and the three of them made their exit.
As Mike drove, he could see his wife and Miranda in the backseat groping each other like horny teenagers. Mike's cock was hard as a rock at the sight in his rearview mirror.
When they arrived at Miranda's house, Miranda said to Mike "Are you sure you are OK with this, Mike?"
Mike replied "Karen needs this. I am glad this is happening. Please give her whatever she needs." Letting another woman take his wife, sexually, was nothing new to Mike and he knew Karen well enough to know she'd always come home to him.
Miranda leaned over the front seat and kissed Mike on the cheek as she thanked him for letting her take his wife. Karen followed up with a kiss and whispered "I owe you one honey."
As Mike drove off, the two ladies walked hand-in-hand to the lobby. By the time the elevator doors closed, Karen and Miranda were kissing passionately and groping each other's bodies. Neither woman could believe how fast things were going nor did they want to slow down or stop.
Miranda's apartment was on the 27th floor and she had one of Karen's nipples in her mouth around the 15th floor. Karen had Miranda's dressed hiked up, her panties pulled aside and two fingers buried in her wet cunt. They were so lost in each other, they didn't care if the elevator stopped, the doors opened and their forbidden lesbian tryst was on display for the whole world.
Karen slid Miranda's damp panties down her legs just before they reached the 27th floor. Miranda stepped out of her panties and the women, in their eagerness to make love to one another, just left her soiled panties on the elevator floor as they headed for Miranda's apartment.
Once inside Miranda's apartment, the women went directly to Miranda's bedroom. They helped each other out of their dresses and bras and moved into a 69 position on Miranda's four post bed; heels and nylons still on.
Miranda was shocked at the size of Karen's gaping cunt but it was just what she figured it would look like after being pounded for decades by a man with an enormous bulge like Mike had. Miranda happily drove her tongue into this married woman's cunt and loved the sweetness of her flowing juices.
Miranda's pussy was tight and Karen figured that it might be unlikely she'd be able to fist or foot fuck her any time soon. Karen lapped away at this sweet 27 year old's pussy hungrily. She loved the taste of a younger woman's pussy and she drew several squirting orgasms from her body.
After several orgasms from Miranda's talented tongue, Karen wanted desperately to be fisted by Miranda's slender hands. Karen pulled her mouth off Miranda's delicious pussy and asked "have you ever fisted another woman, Miranda?"
Miranda replied that she had not but had always wondered if it was just too painful to try. Karen encouraged Miranda to fist her pussy saying "it'll be easy to start with me. You don't have to be gentle. In fact, I love to be fisted roughly."
Karen was slightly surprised those words came out of her mouth with a young woman she had only met a couple of hours ago. She was so horny and desperate after so many months of not being with another woman, she couldn't stop herself if she wanted to.
Karen and Miranda adjusted their positions so that Miranda was kneeling between Karen's legs with perfect access to her gaping, wet pussy.
Karen said "I haven't been with a woman for so long and I hate to sound selfish but I need to be fucked hard and long. If you'll indulge me, I'll make it worth your while, Miranda."
Miranda was shocked at his coworker's wife boldness but replied "your wish is my command. I have to warn you that I might get too rough with you. Let me know if you want me to slow down."
Karen commanded "fuck me hard Miranda."
Miranda slid her whole hand easily into Karen's soaking cunt in one stroke. Karen had an orgasm immediately and Miranda starting fucking her pussy slowly with her hand. Karen grabbed Miranda's arm and pulled her hand deeper inside her body.
Miranda's slender arm was in way past her wrist in this slut housewife's cunt. She held still to feel Karen's contractions send her desperate married cunt into another orgasm.
Karen cried out "make a fist and fuck me hard. Use me hard. Break my cunt."
Miranda finally realized just how serious Karen was about taking it rough, so she decided she was going to hurt this housewife's cunt and make her beg for mercy. Miranda rolled her hand into a fist inside Karen's cunt and started to punch fuck her gaping hole.
Miranda stroked the inside of Karen's cunt hard but hadn't yet punched completely in and out of her. Karen grabbed Miranda's arm to rip it out and punch back in begging again "please, I'm begging you, fuck me harder Miranda."
Miranda started punching in as deep as she could go. Then she ripped her fist right out of Karen's cunt and punched it back in. As Miranda picked up her pace, her fist was hammering in and out Karen and Karen was having a series of orgasms. The wetter Karen's cunt got, the easier it was for Miranda to punch her fist in and out of her body.
In the heat of her insane passion, Karen managed to utter "other hand".
Miranda pulled her soaked fist out Karen's pussy and plowed her other, unlubricated hand right into Karen's body. Karen's pussy was so wet, it didn't matter. Miranda worked up her pace until it looked like she was working a heavy bag in a boxing gym. She was savagely punching in and out of Karen's body with alternating fists until a flood of orgasms caused Karen to black out from pleasure overload.
Neither Karen nor Miranda were anywhere near finished, so Miranda slowed her pace and slid her fists out to let Karen rest for a few moments before things got more intense.
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The Country Futa Witch Ch. 04
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-country-futa-witch-ch-04
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Transgender
|
Mae stood at the bus stop holding her bags.
I can't believe that just happened, I never imagined I'd be doing that with a man...
. An image of herself standing over the naked young man laying on his back with his legs bent back towards his chest, her huge futa-cock stretching his tight hole flashed before her eyes. Mae blushed and stifled a smile. The sun was shining, Mae glowed with a quiet warmth. Arsan purred and rubbed against her legs.
"You sure are in a good mood," he meowed, stopping to groom himself.
"I-it's a nice day out, that's all!" Mae blushed.
"Well at least you made another friend," Arsan chuckled.
Soon the bus arrived and Mae got on and walked towards the back. Arsan followed quickly behind her, making sure to keep a low profile so nobody noticed his furry presence. She took a seat near the rear doors, setting down her bags on the floor. She retrieved the magic book she had borrowed from Brad, from one of the bags and started flipping through the pages.
"That young man sure was nice to let you borrow one of his mother's magic books like that," Arsan said, hopping up onto the seat next to her.
"Wasn't he? He was such a sweet guy!" Mae reached over and patted Arsan on the head.
"You must have made him feel pretty good, he gave you a bunch of supplies for free too," Arsan said, as he continued grooming himself.
"Arsan, stop teasing me, it's not like I can control
it
, besides you sure were getting cozy with that cat in the window," she said, giving Arsan the side eye.
"Hey! Those were just cuddles! She started grooming
me
, it would have been rude to refuse!" Arsan, turned his back towards Mae.
"Oh! This book doesn't make any sense!" Mae said, throwing her head back, "It says the appendage has to be drained but, I've already tried that!"
Arsan got into Mae's lap and peered into the book, "Hmm, let's see. It says here
The spell will dissipate when the magic within the appendage has been completely drained. However, if the host doesn't completely give into the will of the futanari spirit, then complete drainage will be impossible.
"
"Give into the will of the... what does that even mean?" Mae sighed.
"Perhaps your shyness is holding you back?" Arsan chuckled.
"I can't help it! That's just how I feel!"
Soon the bus arrived at the small bus stop near the Wellington family farm. Mae collected her belongings and exited the bus. She walked down the dirt road towards the house, Arsan in tow, and contemplated what to do next.
"Hmm... I wonder how I'm supposed to completely give in to
it
?" she said.
"Maybe, just let yourself go, embrace it," said Arsan.
"But, I was enjoying it? Isn't that enough?" Mae signed.
As she approached the house, she noticed that the family car was in the driveway. "Looks like Mrs. Wellington is back from shopping, I guess I should say hello to her."
Mae opened the door and set down her bags near the entrance.
"Is that you, Mae?" Mrs. Wellington called out.
"Yes, Mrs. Wellington," Mae responded, "I just went into town for a few things."
"Ken took Summer into the city for a job interview, they won't be back till the much later." Mrs. Wellington called out.
"Oh? I see, thank you for telling me, Mrs. Wellington," Mae said.
"Call me Anna, please! Mrs. Wellington is my Mother. You're making me feel so old," Anna laughed.
"You don't look old at all! And, Anna is such a lovely name!" Mae gulped.
"Oh! You're making me blush, sweetie," Anna said.
Mae stepped into the kitchen, Anna was cleaning the stove. She was wearing a white dress with a blue apron, with yellow rubber gloves. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Mae couldn't help but notice that her dress was clinging to her legs. Anna's form was well-defined against the fabric of the dress.
Hmm, even though she's an older woman, she still had a nice body.
Mae traced the outline of her body, Anna had a slender waist, and long firm legs. She carried her extra weight on her hips and ass, but it wasn't so much that it looked unflattering. In fact her large butt made Mae's pulse quicken. She had slender arms and small graceful hands. Her chest was modest, not quite as big as Mae's though.
"Are you okay, sweetie? It's a bit hot outside today isn't it?" Anna asked.
Mae suddenly realized that she was staring, "Um, oh! Yes, it's a little hot. Um, do you need any help today?" she said.
"That's very nice of you sweetie, but I think I can manage," Anna said. She bent down and returned to cleaning the stove.
Mae couldn't help but stare at Anna's ample bottom. The way it swayed back and forth as she moved was mesmerizing. Mae admired the curves of Anna's body and imagined what she would look like naked.
Gosh! What am I doing?
Mae turned around and started to walk out of the kitchen.
Suddenly, she heard Anna's voice behind her, "Mae, is everything all right?"
"W-what? Y-yes, everything is fine, why do you ask?" Mae said. Her cheeks were hot, and she could feel herself turning a deep shade of red.
"I just sensed that maybe you wanted to talk about something. You know, I'm always here if you need an ear to listen or shoulder to lean on," Anna said, reaching out and putting her hand on Mae's shoulder. She looked into Mae's eyes and smiled gently.
Suddenly Mae, felt a flush of warmth spread throughout her body. "O-oh, no, I'm fine!"
"Just give into it..." Arsan meowed, as he rubbed against Mae's legs.
"Quiet you!" Mae shoved Arsan away with her foot.
"Mae, if something's troubling you, I hope that you know you can talk to me about anything," Anna pulled Mae in and gave her a big hug. Their breasts pressed firmly together. Mae could feel her nipples tightening and her cock struggled against the constraints of her panties.
"O-of course!" Mae said, pushing away from Anna's grasp, "It's just..."
"Just what, sweetie?" Anna said, brushing the hair back from Mae's face, "Your face is all red, what's the matter Mae?"
"Well... I..." Mae could feel the heat coming off of Anna's body. Her cock swelled, the felling of Anna's mature warm body pressed against hers was irresistible.
"Hmm, this reminds me of when your sister Alex stayed with us, I think I know what is on your mind..." Anna took a step back. Then she slowly unbuttoned her dress, each button one by one, revealing her cleavage.
"M-Mrs. Wellington... I-I mean Anna?" Mae said, her knees quivered as her cock stiffened in her panties. She could feel it spilling out of her panties under her dress.
"Remember to have fun..." Arsan chuckled as he sprinting away.
"I think I know what you need, sweetie," Anna said, she turned around and slipped the dress off of her shoulders. Then reached back and undid her bra. Then with one hand, she flung the bra onto the kitchen table. As she turned back around her mature breasts spilled out into the open air. Her breasts were full and heavy, her pale skill contrasted with her rosy red nipples. Her breasts had settled with age but still had a lush full shape.
"I remember when your sister Alexa visited us years ago," Anna said.
"Oh? What do you mean?" Mae said.
"She had a spell go wrong too, and she needed lots of help
dispelling
its magic," she said winking at Mae.
"She did? Well..." Mae blushed.
"Don't be shy sweetie, let me help you," Anna said taking a step towards Mae.
"Oh! I..." Mae, still unsure of herself, but something compelled Mae to step forward. She took Anna's breasts in her hands. Her fingers brushed against Anna's erect nipples.
"Mmm, you have such soft little hands, Mae," Anna said.
"Anna I... um..." She put her arms around Anna and kissed her on the the neck. "I-is this okay?"
"Mmm, you don't have to be so gently with me," Anna laughed.
She reached out and put her hands on Mae's hips and pulled her closer, gently grinding her hips against Mae's erection.
"I've been waiting for you, hoping you'd need my help, just like your sister did once," she laughed.
Taking Mae's hands, she pulled them down to her hips. Anna pulled up her dress and guided Mae's hands to her crotch. Mae could fee the warmth of Anna's pussy beneath her moist panties.
"Anna, you're wet already," Mae said, shocked.
Anna pressed her lips against Mae's, kissing her gently. Mae closed her eyes and kissed Anna back. Anna's hands explored Mae's body. Her hands caressed Mae's ample ass, and thighs. They made their way up to her chest and massaged her breasts over her dress.
She's making me so horny!
She could feel Anna's slender fingers undoing her dress.
"Mrs.... I mean, Anna, what if someone comes home?" Mae said, panting, her heart was beating faster and faster.
Anna pulled back and caressed Mae's cheeks gently. "Nobody will be home for hours, sweetie. Now why don't you take off your dress for me, I want to see what we're dealing with." Anna kissed her gently on the neck and shoulders
"O-oh, sure," Mae gulped. She pulled her dress over her head and gently dropped it to the floor beside her. She slid her panties off with one hand, and stepped out of them, dropping them next to her dress.
Anna took a step back and admired Mae's body. Mae blushed as she felt Anna's eyes exploring her every inch of her naked body. Goosebumps spread across her skin and her nipples grew hard. Her cock throbbed as it surged forward, erect and full of lust. A drop of precum slowly dripped from the tip.
"Oh my! You poor thing, it's even bigger than I expected!" Anna chuckled. She gently knelt down in front of Mae and took Mae's huge, throbbing cock in her hands. She squeezed it gently and examined the tip, it swelled and turned a deep shade of purple under the pressure. Another bead of precum emerged from the massive spongy head. She used her finger to catch the drops and brought it to her lips.
"Oh, Anna..." Mae shuttered, at the sight of her licking up sticky precum off of her finger.
Anna was squatting down in front of Mae with her legs to her sides. Mae could see the outline of her pussy and imagined herself laying underneath. Her face was hot, and she could feel her pussy getting wet just thinking about Anna's deep, hot sex holes.
Anna gently stroked Mae's cock and looked up at Mae, "How does this feel, sweetie? Do you like it?"
"Oh yes! Mrs... I mean Anna, it feels good..." Mae said. Her breasts heaved as her breathing turned shallow and rapid. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them against her chest, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
Anna took a hand off Mae's cock, continuing to stroke it gently with the other hand, then she reached under Mae's massive cock and brushed her fingers gently against Mae's wet pussy lips. Mae shuttered with ecstasy from Anna's touch. "You're pussy is so wet, Mae," she said. She parted Mae's lips with her fingers and rubbed her thumb against Mae's clit. Mae's knees shook.
"Oh, Anna!" Mae moaned, putting her hand on Anna's head, as she leaned forward to steady herself.
Anna inserted a finger and gently slid it in and out finger-fucking Mae's hot, wet pussy, stroking Mae's cock with the same gentle rhythm. Mae moaned and shook from the pleasure. Anna smiled as she watched Mae quiver and writhe from the pleasure, she guided Mae's cock to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. Looking up at Mae, she gently sucked on the head while stroking the thick meaty flesh with her hand.
Mae gently began rocking her hips back and form in rhythm with Anna's strokes. Gently fucking her mouth. She continued to push her cock forward, she could feel her cock going deeper and deeper into Anna's hot, wet mouth.
Suddenly, Anna grabbed both of Mae's hips and pulled Mae forward, swallowing inch after inch of Mae's cock.
"Oh! I can feel it going into your throat!" Mae cried. Anna's wet throat gripped her cock, pulling at it's taught skin sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Her throat is so tight! It's incredible!
"Mmm hmm!" Anna confirmed as she took Mae's cock in all the way to its thick base.
Mae pulled back, watching her swollen cock slowly emerge from Anna's mouth, but Anna slowly pulled her forward.
She wants me to use her throat like a pussy!
Mae shuttered as the thought made her cock pulse with excitement. She thrusted slowly forward and backward. Anna moaned with delight as Mae's cock slid in and out.
Anna inserted another finger into Mae's wet pussy. Thick drops of Mae's essence coated Anna's fingers and ran down her hand, dripping to the floor below.
Mae struggled to stay standing, as she fucked Mrs. Wellington's mouth.
"Oh my, it feels s-so good! My legs are going numb," Mae moaned. She massaged her breasts with her free hand, and pinched one of her nipples, tugging at her breast, and stretching her erect nipple against her fingers as she face-fucked Anna.
Just then, Anna pulled Mae's cock out of her mouth, "Why don't you lay down on the floor, sweetie?" She helped Mae down, and laid her on the floor on her bare back. Then she climbed on top of Mae, and hovered her ass over Mae's face. The sight of Anna's huge mature ass and engorged pussy lips, made Mae blush even more. Her heart pounded in her chest and her cock throbbed with desire.
She grabbed Anna's ass cheeks and pulled her pussy down onto her face, as if she somehow knew exactly what to do. She put her mouth around Anna's pussy and explored her meaty cunt with her tongue.
"Oh, that's it, sweetie, eat my pussy," Anna moaned as she got into position over Mae's enormous throbbing cock. She opened her mouth and swallowed it whole, slowly taking it into her throat. She held herself up with one hand, and with her other she inserted two fingers into Mae's sloppy wet pussy. As she used her throat to fuck Mae's cock, she finger-fucked Mae's pussy in unison.
"Mmm, Mrs. Wellington... Anna! It feels so good!" Mae moaned.
I can feel my cock going so deep inside her throat! She's so good at this! I'm gonna cum again. Oh! I want to make her cum too!
While applying gentle suction, Mae vigorously lashed Anna's swollen clit with her tongue. She slowly inserted one finger, then another, and then another into Anna's hot cunt.
I can fit three fingers inside her. Her pussy is so big and warm!
Suddenly, Anna pulled Mae's cock out of her mouth and rested her head on Mae's thigh. "Oh, Mae, I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" Anna moaned. She continued stroking Mae's huge, swollen cock, while sliding her fingers in and out of Mae's pussy.
Mae sucked on Anna's clit and traced circles around its base with her wet tongue. She felt Anna's hot, sticky pussy juice streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Mae!" Anna shouted as her body shook. Mae continued sucking on her clit as a thick release covered mouth. Mae pulled her face back and took a breath.
"Oh, my... that was so good! You did a good job sweetie," Anna said panting in a post orgasmic stupor.
"Oh gosh, Mrs. Anna, you came all over my face..." Mae moaned, "I'm so horny! I-I really want to cum in your mouth." Mae's couldn't believe the words she was saying. Her cock throbbing and aching with need. She tried to focus as a flood of filthy thoughts entered her mind.
What's coming over me?"
"Oh, I can do better than that, sweetie. I'll make you cum deep inside my throat!" Anna said, taking Mae's cock in her mouth again. Swallowing it up to the base, she began fucking Mae's cock with her throat. As she rose up and down on Mae's cock, she steadied herself with one hand, and with the other, turned her palm upward and stroked Mae's g-spot and gently rubbed Mae's clit at the same time.
"Ooh! It's amazing!" Mae's body shook, the sensation of her cock sliding in and out of Anna's throat and her pussy being penetrated by Anna's skillful fingers at the same time was driving her crazy. Waves of pleasure passed through her body as an intense pressure built up in her groin.
I can't take it anymore, the way she's manipulating my body, her touch is plucking every nerve, causing my body to vibrate at her will!
"I'm gonna cum!" Mae cried out, as she felt the release of all the tension that had build up in her body. She trembled with ecstasy as her cock swelled. A final jolt of pleasure tore through her body seizing every muscle as she came. A thick stream of hot cum erupted out of her massive cock and gushed down Mrs. Wellington's throat. Anna, thinking quickly, gulped it down. The sensation of Anna swallowing as she came in her throat made Mae's eyes roll back in her head.
It's like I'm cumming directly into her stomach! She's drinking my cum!
Mae could feel her cock throbbing as she came again and again, each time, Anna gulped down her milky release. As she continued to finger-fuck Mae's hot pussy, Mae let out a loud moan. Her pussy tightened around Anna's fingers and she squirted a hot stream of liquid onto Anna's face and hands.
"Mmmm!" Anna moaned, satisfied with the results of her fingering.
Drained, Mae's cock softened and slipped out of Anna's mouth.
"You squirted on my face, sweetie," Anna smiled.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Anna," Mae covered her face with her hands, "It felt so good, I couldn't help it."
"No, no, sweetie, I'm only teasing you." Anna chuckled. "And call me Anna."
"I-I came so much, Anna," Mae said.
"Yes, you did, you filled me up with your cum," Anna said, rolling to the side and putting a hand on her full stomach. "I think you may have helped me with my problem..." May panted.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Startled, Mae got up from the floor and grabbed her clothes. She covered her body with them and in a panic looked around.
"Someone's at the front door!" Mae gasped.
"Hmm... I wonder who that could be?" Anna said, turning her head towards the living room.
Anna got dressed and wiped her face off with a kitchen towel. Then she got up and and patted Mae on the shoulder, "I'll go see who it is."
Mae ran to her bedroom, rushing into the room and shutting the door behind her, then she got dressed again. She sat down on the bed and let out a long sigh. She looked around the room, Arsan was sleeping peacefully on the windowsill.
That was amazing, I guess Arsan was right, I just needed to give into it a little.
She lifted her dress and looked down at her spent cock, it had shriveled and contracted, exhausted from its afternoon work out. "Awe, I think I'm gonna miss the little guy when it disappears."
Then suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door, but before Mae could get up, the door burst open. Mae covered her crotch and crossed her legs. Standing in the doorway was a tall woman with short blonde hair. She had on a tank top that barely contained her huge breasts, it was short and exposed her navel. She was wearing tight jean shorts, with the top rolled down to expose her hip bones. She had long muscular legs, and was wearing sandals. Her skin was tan and her face and shoulders were dotted with tiny brown freckles. A slender Siamese cat rubbed its body against her bare legs as it walked into the room.
"Alexa?" Mae said, covering her gapping mouth with a hand, "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing on your first excursion out of the village." She shut the door behind her and walked over to the bed where Mae was sitting, taking a seat beside her.
"I see Arsan is sleeping on the job again," said the Siamese cat as it hopped up onto the bed.
"I'm not sleeping! I'm just resting my eyes!" Arsan said as he stood up and stretched.
"Why are all sweaty? What's that smell? Were you and Anna...?" Alexa laughed as she put her arm around Mae.
"I think we have a lot to talk about, sister!"
|
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"futanari",
"futa on female",
"mother",
"blowjob",
"throat",
"fingering",
"mature",
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] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 06
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-06
| 4.22 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 11
The next morning, I woke without knowing if I'd really slept.
My body was tense, nerves on edge, but my mind floated somewhere above me.
A dull migraine throbbed at my temples, and my mouth tasted like metal and rotten sugar.
It was just past six.
Jeremy was still sleeping -- I could hear his heavy breathing upstairs.
The house was wrapped in that gray morning silence, the kind that usually makes me want to vanish into a pillow.
But not today.
Today, I had a mission.
A calling.
I got up, legs unsteady, threw on a sweater over my naked body, and went straight to the bathroom.
I pulled the metal box from its secret drawer and, with mechanical hands, prepared the pipe.
The rock.
The flame.
The smoke.
The moment I inhaled, my whole body exhaled.
Like it had found its rhythm again, its anchor, its pulse.
I leaned back against the cold tile, eyes half-closed.
And there it was --
The warmth.
The shiver.
That supernatural clarity.
It wasn't even seven, and I was already high.
I made coffee, dropped a splash of vodka in it -- more out of habit than need.
Lately, I'd noticed I no longer drank to loosen up, but to smooth the spikes.
Alcohol had become the buffer, the glue between the lines and the flames.
A lubricant for the crash.
I sat in the kitchen, nude under my sweater, stirring my cup like a metronome.
I wasn't hungry.
Wasn't sleepy.
Didn't have any clear thoughts.
But I felt good.
Too good, maybe.
Around eight, Jeremy came down.
I poured his coffee.
He barely looked at me.
Didn't ask anything.
I was smiling, bright, almost too polite.
A little too made-up, too.
But he didn't notice.
-- What are you up to today?
-- Not much, I said. Just going to enjoy the quiet house.
He nodded.
He didn't see a thing.
Not who I'd become.
The second he left, the tension dropped --
A relief so intense it felt sexual.
I closed the door gently. Locked it.
Then went straight back to the bathroom.
Two lines of coke.
Another hit of meth.
I was becoming a product clock.
Everything had become dosage.
Precision.
Dosage again.
Too early for this.
Not high enough for that.
A small drink to come down.
A line to go back up.
A constant equation of artificial happiness.
And the worst part?
I was getting good at it.
I was efficient.
As if my life had finally found its logic.
Around nine, I tried not to touch the meth.
Just to see. Just to test.
But by nine-forty, I was already back on it.
I told myself it was just for today.
That I'd take a break tomorrow.
But I knew I was lying.
And I didn't care.
I wasn't even waiting for Alex anymore.
It was worse.
I didn't need him.
He'd left me with his gift,
and I had become my own supplier,
my own executioner,
my own goddess.
I lay on the couch, legs tucked under me, the pipe still warm in my hand.
And I thought:
I've never felt more alive.
Or more fucked.
Chapter 12
It was past ten.
I was taking another hit of meth, sitting in my bathrobe in the kitchen, eyes already shining, chest heaving, when I heard a knock at the door.
Alex.
-- Good morning, baby. You're late, I said with a smile, my voice a little too high.
With all the meth I'd had since dawn, I was buzzing -- overheated, overexcited. I threw myself at him, ravenous.
He fucked me right there on the hallway floor, hard, deliciously, and I came again, loud, laughing like a madwoman.
I was in another state -- exactly the one I wanted.
The one I never wanted to leave.
After the orgasm, lying on his chest, he said:
-- Get dressed. We're going to see some friends.
-- Huh? Where?
-- A buddy's place, near Vauvert. Fifteen kilometers from here, tops. You'll see, they're cool. There's vodka, meth, and even... a little more.
He pulled out a plastic bag and handed me some clothes --
A tiny black skirt, a pale pink tank top that showed my belly, no bra.
I changed in the bathroom.
Looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked like a whore.
But it didn't shock me -- it turned me on.
There was something raw, filthy, abandoned in that outfit.
And I felt beautiful.
Dangerously beautiful.
I put my pipe in my purse, grabbed a small bag of coke, downed a big glass of vodka in one gulp, and we left.
Barely seated in the car, Alex opened the glove box and handed me a bag full of stuff --
Meth, coke, and a small pouch of beige powder. Something different.
Two brand new pipes.
Sterile syringes, still in their blister packs.
I froze.
-- What... is this?
-- Heroin, baby.
-- But... I can't. I already take meth all the time. I'm addicted, I can feel it...
He looked at me with tenderness. Almost lovingly.
-- Don't worry, princess. I'm here. I won't let you fall. Trust me.
He kissed me on the forehead.
I should've refused. Screamed. Jumped out of the car.
But Alex had that power over me.
That gentle, unbreakable authority.
I couldn't say no.
I didn't want to.
-- Take a hit, baby girl. It'll calm you down.
I didn't even hesitate.
I pulled a rock from my bag, heated the pipe between my fingers -- quick, precise.
I was getting good at it, and I was proud.
Like a little queen of ruin.
We hadn't even left Nîmes yet and the smoke had already lifted me off the ground.
My mind floated.
My body softened.
I was good.
So good.
Then the excitement came back.
Mechanical. Irresistible.
Without realizing it, I had slid a hand between my thighs.
I moaned softly, eyes half-closed.
Alex smiled.
-- Today I fucked you, and I'm going to have you fucked, my little slut. Isn't that what you wanted? To be obedient? Offered up? You'll see -- I'll introduce you to Elodie. She's sweet. She'll offer you some heroin, and you'll accept. It's normal -- she uses all the time too.
-- Are... are you sure, baby?
-- I'm here, sweetheart. I've got you. You just have to be pretty and obedient.
He brushed his finger across my face.
And I melted.
He was right.
He was always right.
I told myself:
I have nothing left to decide. I'm his. I'm his slut. And that's fine by me.
|
[
"dominant",
"drugs",
"alcohol",
"corruption",
"prostitution",
"adultery"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 14
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-14
| 4.79 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Takeru watched his aunt as she glided closer. She held his gaze until he couldn't bear it any longer and turned away.
She leaned in as she reached in, and he stifled a breath, clamping his eyes shut. Her breath brushed softly against his neck. The air stirred beside his arm as she moved and he flinched away, tensing up.
"I can do it," Takeru whispered. He dug his thumbs into his waistband, ready to finish it, even if she had to watch.
Her hands wrapped over his, pushing them aside.
"I will do it," she told him.
Yumiko gripped his shorts with both hands and unceremoniously tugged them to his thighs, underwear and all. Takeru sucked in a sharp breath.
His swollen cock strained, stuck against the band. She pulled twice more, dragging his shorts lower and lower to free it. They each let out a breath as it broke free. Red, slicked in cum, it bobbed in the air between them.
"It's like a tower," she breathed, recoiling back from it. The confidence in her eyes suddenly faltered.
"Aunt Yumiko..." Takeru began, his breath ragged. "We really, really-"
She gripped it with both hands before he could say more, one below the head, and the other around the base, squeezing tightly. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and shook the tension loose from her shoulders.
Yumiko turned to him, her face a blank mask again, then back to the cock between her hands.
Takeru's eyes widened, but there wasn't time for anything else. Before she could move, his back arched violently, every muscle and tendon snapping to the limit. He buried a fist between his teeth as a scream bubbled out of him.
Aunt Yumiko squeezed harder, holding him in place. Her eyes squeezed shut as the first ropy sprays of cum splashed across her arms. She turned her face away, avoiding the worst as it rained out. Takeru pumped into her hands, unable to stop himself.
The spray faded to a trickle of cum, spilling down her leather gloves. His body trembled, and he gripped the table to keep from slipping off, gasping for breath.
Aunt Yumiko kept her hands fixed, her gloves streaked in white. Her eyes held on his, and he couldn't meet her gaze.
"I'm done," he gasped, collapsing onto the tabletop, desperate to get away.
The world tilted beneath him. It was worse than the hangover had ever been. His body wouldn't relax. His chest clenched, and sweat beaded across his skin, trickling down through his scalp. The muscles along his legs trembled beneath her hands.
He twisted away, but her grip held firm.
"I'm done," he whispered, his voice sharp with panic. "I'm empty."
Her hand squeezed, tugging upward. The leather gloves slid in the thick glaze of cum, stretching his foreskin up past the head. Her eyes bored into his. He squirmed, trying to fight the need, the desperate urge to give in, to sink into it.
Expressionless, she pulled back downward, gliding to his sack in a wet squelch of spent cum. She pressed harder, stretching the skin taut. She stretched him to his limit, her fingers gripping tighter, and then released.
She took a deep breath and pulled upward once more, achingly slow, her black gloves entirely in control, the room drowning in the wet sound of it.
She was halfway up and Takeru lurched to the side, driving his hand into the wall. Plaster dust rained across his chest. He howled into his other fist, bucking against his aunt's hands.
"I'm done. I'm done," he whined, drenched in sweat and oblivious to everything else. He feebly tried to roll away, but she held him there with two small hands alone. Tears seeped from his eyes, but he couldn't clear them away. The pleasure wasn't dying down. It bubbled in his brain, ready to burst again.
"I'm done, I'm done, I'm done."
He said it endlessly, trailing off until he was only mouthing the words. He couldn't catch his breath. He was going to pass out.
The mess in his lap grew cold, but it hardly felt like he had cum at all. He was at the edge again. Her hands kept him there, this time, toying with him, milking him for all he was worth.
He saw triumph in her eyes now, beneath her cool gaze. She knew. Knew what he wanted. The worst fantasies that had ever come to him in the moment before orgasm. The shameful desires that crept into him.
Takeru opened his eyes. His legs spread open. Yumiko gripped his long cock with both hands, the muscles of her arm bulging as she worked him. The table was a mess, puddled in spent cum, the air thick with the smell of it.
He met her eyes and nodded, willing her to go on. His aunt nodded back.
She traced the length of him with her palms and a shrill whine burst from between his teeth. He couldn't hold it. The muscles of his abs pulled to breaking, threatening to snap apart. Spittle flew from his lips, splattering across him. His bones wanted to burst from his skin. His soul was ripping out of him.
He bucked in her grip, ass slapping mindlessly against the table, nearly toppling him over the side in his need to rut.
Both of hands slapped across his mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but he was too weak to hold it back.
"No one can hear us," Yumiko said, over the dulled sound. "It's only you and me. Just you and me," she breathed. "Cum for me."
"I- I- I-" Takeru panted.
"Cum for me, Takeru."
Another spurt of pearly white mess came out, spilling down the shaft, gliding through the fingers of her glove.
"You are not empty," Yumiko said. "Again, Takeru."
Takeru sat upward, gasping for breath, gazing over the mess. Her black gloves were slicked entirely white, and a pool of cum was cooling beneath him. More had gathered in the hollow of his hips and spilled over the sides with every stroke of her hands. Strips laced her forearms, and one drop still clung to her chin.
"I'm empty," he pleaded.
"Not yet."
Takeru groaned and sucked in a breath, trembling as he lay back down. He reached for the sides of the table, but he wasn't quick enough. A howl burst from his lips and the splatter landed in a warm slash across his nipples.
Sensation returned in slow waves. The dull hum gradually faded from his ears. Color returning to his vision. Warm seed spilled down between his ribs. He was on the edge again before he could fight it. She pumped faster, leaning over to put her muscle into it.
Gradually, the need was subsiding. In its place, a dull ache was growing in the pit of him. He focused on that, savoring the sharpening pain, the aching feeling of emptiness. His breath returned in shallow gasps.
She stroked him, and they watched together, their lips parted open. Her hands twisted against each other with every pass. The violent red of his cock faded to pink beneath her gloves. His cock trembled, the pulse growing fainter beneath her palms.
Yumiko slipped her hand lower, cradling his balls, and he gasped. She held them, the soft leather gliding over his skin. A spurt splattered across Aunt Yumiko's lips without warning, and she yelped, her hands shooting up to protect herself.
A single drip ran from her lip down to her chin while she stood frozen in place.
'I'm... sorry...' Takeru gasped between breaths, his vision blurring.
Yumiko turned and took a towel from her bag. "It is fine. Lie back," she said.
Her wet hands returned to where they were. The world flashed in and out each time she pumped. Each time he was certain it was the last drop.
She stroked his balls so long he pictured the fine hairs there were worn clean. Grunting, she tugged his cock with both arms, her weight pressing into him with every tug. Takeru remained still, growing limper.
"Now, I think we are done," Aunt Yumiko announced.
Takeru couldn't bring himself to nod. She tugged off her gloves, and his eyelids fluttered closed.
A quiet click broke the silence, then steps approached, and he awoke. A warm, damp towel pressed to his skin, wiping him gently clean.
"Every day," she told him. "After every meal."
"No," Takeru whispered. "Don't... Crazy," he managed.
"If there is no pleasure left to give, we will discuss it again."
He tried to refuse, but his body was sore and lifeless. The towel pressed to him, releasing a sharp burst of steam. It pulled away, startling him back awake.
"You have very strong seed," she said, nodding with approval. "You should be quite proud. You will make your wife very happy someday." She looked over the length of him. "I was quite surprised. Your uncle is... I had never seen another man before. So heavy," she breathed, her eyes widening slightly as her gaze ran along his lap.
Takeru turned away, too exhausted to blush. She folded the towel carefully and set it on the table beside her. But she didn't pack it away. She remained on her knees, waiting, apparently, for him.
He winced as he slipped the band of his pants up. Everything was swollen and sensitive to the touch.
Takeru rose slowly, still waiting for her to speak. Instead, she inclined her head, gesturing toward the exit. He nodded and limped away without looking back.
Outside, the sunlight stung his eyes. It seemed like hours passed, but the sun was still high, and not yet noon. He shivered from the breeze after the stifling heat inside. As promised, there wasn't a soul in sight. Everyone was likely out in the fields.
He chose a path without thinking, heading toward town. Aunt Yumiko didn't follow.
He had an idea of what she might be doing in there, all alone. He could picture her on all fours, her face buried in the used towel, her hand a blur of motion between her legs as she lapped at the mess. It would be his cock burning in her mind as she finally came.
But, for once, the thought did nothing for him. Takeru walked on.
At the edge of town, he stopped to rest. Bridges crisscrossed ahead, running over the endless streams. He turned and followed one out toward the ocean. The last skeletal remnants of the pier jutted out above the water, the empty logs following him as he went.
The town was dying. It was another truth he hadn't wanted to admit. And it wasn't the storm that had killed it. The town had died with his grandfather. Because of his grandfather. The old man, Koike, might have been right about that.
But... it wasn't dead yet.
The town had a heartbeat, faint as it was. Some will to survive. He could feel it. His aunt, and Hana, and Miu, they were all proof of that. Even Mr. Koike was proof of that.
Like the broken pier or his grandfather's farm, the bones were there. They were just waiting for someone to rebuild it, before it was too late.
"Takeru?"
He didn't have the energy to flinch, but he turned and spotted Hana skipping across the streams to join him. Her pale legs flashed as she moved, but he didn't linger on them long.
"I thought you were helping Mom with the groceries." She grunted, hopping over to his side of the stream and sat down beside him on the rock. "Are you okay?" she asked. "You look pale."
"She said I could go on ahead."
He took a long breath, shifting uncomfortably. It seemed to all hurt no matter what he did.
"Aren't you going to the farm?" Hana asked, leaning in closer, forcing herself into his view.
Takeru shook his head and turned further away, gazed toward the ocean. It was nice to have a moment of peace, to take in the town, to let it all wash over him. To recover.
It didn't last long. Hana clasped his hands and tried to pull him up.
"Perfect! I..." She bit her lip, looking away, and released his hand when he wouldn't budge. "Someone responded to me. They asked for another photo."
He wasn't sure what she wanted him to say to that.
"Okay."
"You'll help me take it then?" Her hands clenched beneath her chin.
Takeru glanced over her. He focused on the dull ache, letting his gaze drift over her in a purely platonic way.
He needed to refuse. To stop this now, with a clear head, as his aunt had told him.
A picture wouldn't help either of them. He didn't want some stranger ogling her like this anyway.
Takeru took in her shorts, the way the thin fabric clung to the curve of her hips. Her frayed shirt, and the way her breasts stretched it open. The sweet liens of her face, the way her body shifted under his gaze.
She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And the lingering ache in the pit of him faded quietly away.
"Of course," Takeru said.
|
[
"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"handjob"
] |
Undercover
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/undercover-39
| 4.42 | null |
Crossdressing
|
This story contains scenes of unprotected sex, drug use and non-consensual themes.
***
I'd been on the unit for a few weeks, as a new detective it was more interesting than the jobs I'd been doing on CID, but there wasn't much really going on.
The unit had been set up in response to a new OCG, or organised crime group, "gang" to the layman, that had appeared pretty much overnight and taken over most of the existing drug networks in the area.
They were referred to as the "Caesar Line" because the head, according to the informants, was called Caesar, though it was unlikely that was his actual name. The problem was, there wasn't much more that anyone seemed to know about Caesar or the group.
But one of the informants, known as a CHIS or covert human intelligence source, had promised a way into the network. "Ricky" was a small-time drug dealer with delusions of grandeur, he'd done a little prison time for possession but was a generally reliable source. The information he gave was the only reliable thing about him. There was old information that linked him to violence, weapons and a rape, but nothing concrete. Even his name was fake, Ricky was a pseudonym, his real name was William.
But he was offering a way into Caesar and the bosses wanted it.
The idea that informants are protected is pretty much bullshit, but most of them used the Police as much as the Police used them. Ricky was probably feeding info on competitors or potential competitors, to get us to go after his competition. He wasn't an upstanding citizen doing his civic duty, whatever he had on Caesar, telling us was part of a plan.
Luckily for us, Ricky had been part of the existing drug networks supplanted by Caesar and was not out of a supply and contacts. We have always found revenge was a consistent motivator for people like Ricky.
It was a normal day when my boss pulled me into his office. There was another guy, not someone I'd met, wearing casual clothes, unlike the suits my boss and I were wearing.
The guy was from the intel unit, and he wanted me for an op. Ricky had told them there was an underground club that was central to Caeser's drug distribution in the area. The problem was Ricky was the only one telling them this, no other corroborating sources or info. It wasn't enough for a warrant or to get proper surveillance inside the club.
There was also some pressure to get results. Senior leadership and the media were all over Caesar and the expectation was that raids, seizures and arrests needed to be made.
So they wanted eyes in the club, but it was members and invitations only. It was also described as "niche" within the underground scene, the way my boss said "niche" made if clear it was considered weird in some way, but that nobody would describe it like that, it wouldn't be very PC and we were very PC, even behind closed doors. It had surprised me when I joined.
The club was... it was a sex club, for feminine men and their admirers.
The plan was for Ricky to go with a "guest" to help fit in and to corroborate what he saw in the club.
I could guess why I was being asked. At 5'4" with a slim build and being only 23, I was the only one on the team that might be described as feminine without being female. Most of the team were experienced detectives or specialists from other units.
Most of the team were pushing 40 and while they were experienced, they had stopped chasing criminals on the street years ago and their waistlines reflected that.
I would go in, snoop around, but I was not to take risks and there would not be any other eyes in the club with me, it was just for some recon. It wasn't exactly the big break I had imagined, but it was a chance to make real progress, and I'd still get the recognition, even if no one would know exactly what I'd done to earn it.
***
So a couple of days later, I met with a woman called Sam in a flat in the city centre.
Like the man from intel, I'd never met her before, but she sounded like a cop.
"There isn't any space for comms or ppe, you'll have a phone to contact the subject, but that's about it so try not to need anything you don't have."
No radio, no cuffs, no baton, no gas. Not exactly reassuring, but I'd already been told this in the initial briefing.
For the next few hours I was poked, prodded, plucked, shaved and dressed.
I was slim and had never been hairy, I kept myself trimmed but my chest, armpits and face were given a close shave. My eyebrows were plucked and shaped. I was dressed, put in a wig and then came the make up.
When Sam was finished she had me walk over to a full-length mirror. I couldn't recognise myself.
I had pink hair, pulled back into bunches on each side of my head. I had electric pink lipstick and eyeshadow, with a black choker around my neck, partially hiding my adams apple. A set of gold hoop clip-on earrings completed the look.
I had a white mesh top, which was only semi-opaque and the shape of my nipples could be seen if not their detail.
My flat stomach was bare, the bare outline of abs visible above the pleated microskirt belted at my waist, showing off my slim waist and emphasasing the width of my hips and the curve of my ass. Underneath the skirt, barely hidden by it, was a pink animal print thong.
Below were a set of white knee high socks and a pair of low wedges for me to wear. I had never worn heels before and neither Sam or I was confident I'd be able to wear them without falling over, especially in a dark club.
My reflection looked like a slutty school girl. The socks, skirt and top looked like an erotic caricature of a school uniform, the pink hair in bunches emphasising how young I was. As I turned side to side, the skirt barely came below the bottom of the thong at the front and left a lot of my cheeks on display, no matter how I stood.
It wasn't a subtle look, but I had to admit, the one thing I did not look like, was a Police officer.
Sam chuckled when I said it, "subtle isn't what we are going for".
She gave me a brick phone and a little purse, pink animal print with a gold chain, it matched the thong and earrings.
She also gave me a white puffer jacket with a hood, which while long enough in the arms barely reached my belt and didn't do anything to hide the outfit. Then she kicked me out, telling me Ricky had messaged to set up the meet.
***
We met under a bridge not far from the club. It was what somebody who watched cop shows and spy thrillers would think was a good meeting space.
In reality it was windy, wet and cold and I had a lot of skin on show.
I stood under a flickering street light looking like a prostitute waiting for her pimp.
Ricky was late, it shouldn't have surprised me. If he was more organised he wouldn't be a failed drug dealer.
He drove up in a nearly new Audi, a personalised plate, too dark tinted windows and shitty dance music completed the image of a low level drug dealer.
He opened the door without getting out, looking me up and down.
"Get in".
Despite my nerves and general dislike of the other occupant, I quickly got in the car, glad to be in the warm.
The pathetically short skirt rode up more as I sat, my practically bare ass touching the cold leather of the seat.
Looking over, I got my first look at Ricky. He was older than me, early thirties, his short, prematurely thinning hair had a fresh fade.
He wore a lot ostentatious gold jewellery, and had tattoos poking out above the collar and below the cuffs of his grey Armani shirt. He had a ready smile that felt like a sneer and didn't seem to reach his dead fish eyes.
All in all, he seemed unlikeable, even for a criminal.
The short journey to the club was filled with him talking, about how I had to do as I was told, that they were "serious fucking people" and he was taking a "big fucking risk".
I didn't point out that he'd approached us.
As we arrived he flashed an insincere smile and said not to worry, he'd look after me, it didn't reassure me. If I had to rely on Ricky, I was definitely fucked.
***
There was a bored looking doorman outside, but took one look at the sleezy man and his crossdressing guest and waved us through. Ricky rested his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the door. Maybe he did it to sell the charade, but it felt like it was going to be a long night.
As we went through the second set of door, we were assaulted by the same shitty dance music that had been playing in Ricky's car on the way over. It might not have been the same track, but it sounded like it. The lights were low, there was a large dance floor in the centre of the room, a bar near the door and a raised platform with booths on the other near the DJ. There were more booths to each side of the dance floor, recessed and largely hidden in shadows.
It was early and there weren't many customers, a couple of bored looking bar staff, who looked like they could be "guests" like me.
Ricky, his hand still on the small of my back, just above the waist of my skirt, ushered me across to the booths on the raised platform. He let me walk ahead on the stairs, it didn't feel like chivalry and I was very aware of how little my skirt was hiding from his view.
We sat in one of the booths, Ricky sliding in next to me, too close. As one of the bored looking barstaff walked up, I inched away from Ricky.
The barstaff was some sort of goth, with dark hair, make-up and a choker over a tight longsleeve t-shirt and a skirt, though it wasn't as ridiculously short as mine. I could see fishnets under the skirt and the waistband of his underwear was visible on his hips above the skirt.
He glared at me and smiled at Ricky, who ordered a whiskey and coke for him and a vodka tonic for me. I asked the goth for just the soda, but didn't get a response.
I struggled to sit still, Ricky smiled his false smile, "relax".
"I am relaxed" I replied glancing over at him.
He was stood, sitting back, his arms over the back of the booth, the smile fixed on his face. If you saw him, you would think he was relaxed.
"You're not, you're fidgeting around"
I consciously stilled myself.
"And take the jacket off"
"I'm fine"
He moved slowly, turning to face me, his closest hand going to my bare thigh below the table, applying firm pressure that wasn't, quite, painful.
"It's hot, in a club, take the fucking jacket off."
He didn't raise his voice but he loaded it with menace.
Rationally, it was right, I had a part to play and wearing a jacket inside a hot club wasn't it.
I had to stand to take the jacket off, Ricky removing his hand from my thigh so I could. As I sat back down, the goth came back, ignoring me and smiling at Ricky again. I assumed it was for tips, there was no reason anyone else would smile at him like that.
Ricky smiled and told the goth to keep them coming.
I tasted my drink, there was definitely vodka in it. I sipped it slowly, Ricky downed his.
My eyes followed the goth back to the bar, tracking her as she walked passed one of the shadowy booths on the other side of the dancefloor. From our position I could see into the booth and the guy sat there, he looked like a businessman, relaxing after work.
There was something off and I looked closer and after a moment realised I could see a head bobbing in the businessman's lap.
I blushed and looked away. Ricky saw and smiled, making me blush more.
It shouldn't have surprised me, but I'd never seen someone getting a blowjob and so publicly...
As the goth came back, bringing Ricky a replacement drink and me a spare one, I looked over again, while Ricky was smiling at the goth.
As I watched a tall feminine person in a halter top and hot pants climbed up from their position under the table, to sit next to the businessman, delicately wiping their lips with a finger while the businessman leaned over kissing their cheek. They both seemed happy with themselves.
I continued sipping my drink, ignoring the goth as they ignored me, flirting with Ricky.
I finished my first drink as Ricky downed his second, standing up and pulling me after him.
"Lets dance."
I didn't want to, I didn't want to dance but I really didn't want to attract attention. But pulling away would attract more attention that going along with it.
I wasn't the most confident dancer and didn't know how I was meant to dance to the music in the club, at least without taking the type of drugs we were here to look for. Luckily, Ricky's dancing seemed to require being in constant contact with at least 2 parts of my body at any one time. His hands were everywhere, like he'd turned into an octopus.
I initially tried to move his hands away, but they would just move somewhere else, touching, grabbing, groping, I gave up. Quietly enduring, trying to move to the music while Ricky "danced" on me.
After a few minutes, it was hard to tell when the music didn't seem to change, I said I was going to go back for my drink.
Ricky couldn't hear me, and after a couple of attempts I leaned in and he grabbed me, pulling me in so I could shout "DRINK" in his ear.
We went back to the booth, Ricky again walking behind me as we went up the stairs.
It was just as embarrassing the second time, even though he'd just been touching what he was now seeing.
I sipped my drink, while Ricky checked his phone.
"He's here..."
I didn't know who "he" was. The plan was to have a look around, I didn't know we would be meeting someone.
Ricky stood, looking at me impatiently.
"Come on, game time"
There was an opportunity to ID a potentially senior figure inside the Caesar network, maybe even Caeser himself...
I downed my drink, and followed Ricky through a door at the back of the raised area and through a corridor into some kind of storage area.
It was cold and damp but the music from the club was a distant throb, meaning at least I could at least hear easily.
There was a guy waiting, he didn't seem like a senior figure of anything. He was wearing a matching Hoodrich tracksuit and looked a little younger than me. It's hard to imagine an 18 year old with acne, wearing a tracksuit as important.
He had a whiny voice as well but he didn't talk to me.
Ricky walked over and they spoke quietly, I could hear them speaking but not what was being said.
After a couple of minutes, I saw him pass Ricky something.
Ricky walked over to me, showing me a deal bag with two pills in it.
"We each need to take one"
I look over at the kid with acne, hes looking at his phone.
I shake my head, "no"
Ricky's face tightens "take... one..."
I knew it was normal for dealers to want new customers to take drugs in front of them, so they know they aren't cops. Anyone that doesn't is sus, best case, you don't do business with them. Worst case, well it was a lot worse...
I'm just here to watch, its not like I'm going to arrest anyone, or have to stand up in court and say what I see.
I nod and Ricky takes both pills out the bag, handing me one.
I watch him swallow his and follow suit, dry swallowing the little pill is uncomfortable but I get it down.
The kid with acne isn't looking at his phone anymore, he was watching us take the pills.
He puts his phone away and tells Ricky he'll be in touch, walking past us back into the corridor.
Ricky gives him a minute and then with a long exhalation seems to relax.
He flashes me a smile, the first one that seems genuine.
"What the fuck did I just take?"
His smile loses its warmth.
"Its just an E, relax" He chuckles at his own joke, the E will help me relax, among other things.
MDMA or Methylene-Dioxy-Meth-Amphetamine, is the active ingredient in Ecstacy, it is like the name suggests, a relative of Meth, which is N-Meth-Amphetamine. I knew quite a lot about drugs, except what they felt like.
I knew MDMA could make you feel a bit hyper, full of energy and would feel close to the people around you, or you could feel paranoid and anxious, you may get hot and tingly, either way it would last a few hours depending on how strong the pills were.
"You alright?"
I realised I had been standing there, thinking for a few seconds. Ricky was looking at me, with something approaching concern on his face.
"Yeah, what next?"
He nodded, "we wait, they'll get back to us"
"Tonight?" I asked
He shrugged, "probably" and starting walking past me, back to the booth.
I followed, stepping quickly to catch up, as we reached the door back to the main club he put his arm around me, but instead of putting his hand on my lower back like he had, he placed it lower, very much on the curve of my ass, I could feel the warmth of his little finger below the hem of my mini-skirt. But before I could say anything or object he propelled through the door and the opportunity was lost.
His hand on my ass, he steered me back to our booth, our drinks replenished and waiting for us.
I sit, Ricky cramming himself next to me again, everything feels... weird, like a dream.
I notice my drink is now empty and Ricky's hand is on my thigh.
I should do something about the hand, but then it is on my other shoulder.
Ricky says we should dance, he pulls me to the dance floor. Its not busy now, but there are more people. Other men like Ricky and people dressed like me.
I feel like the music makes more sense now, that I can move with it. Ricky is everywhere, his hand everywhere, his hands feel like fire and leave their warmth behind until I am warm all over. I think I like Ricky, I like MDMA.
I like him touching me.
I feel different, like I do when I'm horny, but without the sex, I'm not hard, but its a nice feeling.
I feel something against my lips and open them reflexively a tongue pushing in, flexing against mine, I kiss back luxuriating in the sensation as I feel hands roughly grab my ass cheeks, pulling me into the kiss like they will devour me. A hand reaches up between us, fingers pinching a hard nipple causing me to gasp.
I realise its Ricky, I don't mind.
I should mind, part of me minds that I don't.
I didn't like Ricky, hes a sleazy drug dealer, hes not nice. I'm in a roomfull of people, I'm not even gay.
But I like how it feels.
Ricky is kneading my ass as he kisses, a finger slips to my hole, gently pressing, rubbing.
I moan into the kiss, our lashing tongues pausing as we just breathe into each other's mouths before he begins kissing my neck.
For a second I miss the old before I am overwhelmed anew by the feeling of him kissing, licking and sucking on my neck while a finger presses insistently at my ass.
Where I was warm now I am hot, my breathing ragged.
Then he stops, walking and pulling me with him. I am disappointed but excited.
I can't think properly, I don't know what will happen next but I just hope it feels good and I'm glad Ricky will be there to feel it with me.
He drags me back to the room where we met the acne kid and I took the pill.
The pill... this is the pill, I should...
He kisses me again and I struggle to concentrate on the pill as I kiss him back, E, MDMA, Methylene-Dioxy-Meth-Amphetamine.
He stops kissing me, pulling away as I push forward to follow. He puts a hand round my throat, squeezing, I cant breathe and I can't kiss and I don't know which is worse.
He's laughing but I don't understand what's funny.
He pushes me down and I sink to my knees, welcoming the cold of the floor on my knees.
I put my hands out to steady myself, my right is on his leg, my left can feel his hard cock through the crotch of his trousers.
I rub my hands against the fabric of this trousers, enjoying the feel.
I like the feel of his cock, the hardness of it under the trousers. I get it out, I want Ricky to feel good too.
It springs out standing at attention, he's uncut unlike me and unlike me he isn't hairless, his cock rises from a bed of wiry salt and pepper hair, I think Ricky is older than I thought.
I reach out, taking him in a hand, he's hard and soft, like a baseball bat in a sock, I smile at the comparison.
The skin is smooth, silky but I can feel every vein underneath. I pull my hand down, pulling his foreskin with it, sliding back to reveal his angry red head, a drop of liquid emerging from its one, glistening, eye.
I slowly move my hand up and down, luxuriating in the feeling of it.
I lean forward, licking and sucking on the shaft, feeling its smoothness and the wiry hairs near its base on my tongue. I hold it in one hand and lick my way from base to tip, tasting him, the salty sourness is not unpleasant.
I have never touched another cock and never touched an uncut one, I've never licked or tasted one, I've never wanted to before.
I notice his balls as if for the first time, I handle them with my other hand, I can feel the pearls within as I move them. My mouth feels empty and I suck on them through his sack, but its not enough.
I look at him, my mouth full of him, to see him looking down with a smile of victory on his face.
"Suck it"
I was going to anyway, but it feels nice to help Ricky.
I take him into my mouth, the salty taste stronger, I can feel his spongy head pushing past my lips and into my mouth, my tongue can feel every ridge of his cock, I swirl it around him exploring them all.
He moans, it's nice to make him moan.
I suck in my cheeks and bob my head up and down on his shaft.
I do this a few times before drawing back until my lips are against the back of his head, kept there by his step and my suction, I run my tongue across his head and slit, the taste is stronger.
I come of for a second, taking a breath for before sliding down all the way, feeling his head filling my throat, I push my tongue out and keep going until I reach the bottom, my tongue against his balls.
I'm impressed with myself, I had an ex that could do this, I know how good it felt.
I wiggled my tongue against his balls, knowing he would feel it all the way along his shaft. I tensed and relaxed my throat like I was swallowing. I knew how good it felt.
I kept myself there, impaled on his cock, fighting my gag reflex until I had to back off, sucking in a lungful of air. His cock glistened with my thick saliva, bobbing in the air.
With something like a growl, Ricky took my head, pulling it back down onto him as he thrust forward, fucking my mouth.
I brought my hands up, pushing against his thighs, not to stop him, but just to balance. As I got used to it one of my hands was able to drop down, lifting my skirt, I could feel my thong was soaked with my pre-cum, but my cock wasn't hard, engorged but soft.
I take its slimy softness and start jacking it, it's different, I'm pinching it more than holding it.
The cock in my mouth and the one in my hand is almost overwhelming. Without thought I meet his thrusts until he doesn't need his hands to hold me, he doesn't need to thrust as I make myself gag on his hard cock.
I was on fire, plunging his cock into my mouth, my hands furiously rubbing my half-hard cock inside my panties.
He pulled me back, away from his cock. I would have swallowed it again if he hadn't held me away.
He's talking but it's hard for me to concentrate. Something about a pill, I remember the pill.
He slapped me across the face, the shock and the pain clearing my head for a moment.
The pill, it wasn't just some ecstacy.
It's Yabba.
Which is meth, very strong, very pure meth as a tablet.
He was explaining how it was all a set up, they'd cut it with a little pure mdma, for flavour. But this had been the plan all along.
To drug me, to fuck me.
An hour ago I could have spoken about the effects of both drugs, that they were both stimulants that can cause feelings of exhilaration and euphoria, reduce inhibitions and cause arousal, especially the meth.
The mdma makes you feel love towards others and can change and heighten sensation.
I was feeling all of it. It would make someone super horny, where everything feels better and gives them the energy levels to match their new libido.
I knew most men can't get hard or orgasm on ecstacy. But I didn't think that part was a problem for him.
So when Ricky let go, pushing me down onto all fours and knelt down behind me, lifting my pathetic skirt up, I knew what was about to happen.
When he put something under my nose, I smelt the sickly sweet chemical sent, I breathed it in, feeling the rush as the poppers hit my system, my heart pounding.
I could feel him pull my thong to the side and my soft cock leaked in anticipation as he pressed his hard one against my rosebud, the poppers helping me relax as he pushed through with a grunt, his thick cock stretching me.
But in my euphoric state I couldn't process anything except pleasure and I mewled as he drove home.
The small part of me that was still capable of thinking rationally, was a silent observer while I writhed in pleasure as I was raped.
Though to call it rape is perhaps unfair, in that moment I would have sold my soul for more, maybe I already had.
He had no interest in my pleasure, using me and laughing as I drew pleasure from it anyway.
I moaned and tried to reach back to pull him further into me as he thrust. His heavy balls slapping off my taint. Every sensation joining the roiling lust consuming me.
I had no sense of time as Ricky fucked me, driving me forward onto the floor, even the cold, rough service against my skin adding to the experience.
It could have been seconds or hours that he fucked me for as my own limp cock was thrown around constantly leaking, trails of pre-cum covering the floor beneath me in a crazed pattern.
His pace quickened, becoming even more insistent until he bottomed out, pressed up against me, his balls churning as his cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his hot seed.
In my delirium I thought he was going to make me pregnant.
When he pulled out, I could still feel his cum inside me, but I felt empty and I felt horny.
I could hear voices but struggled to focus. Ricky was talking to someone who I didn't recognise.
"So, am I in?" Ricky asked the man.
A flash of gold in the smile and a low laugh as he slapped Ricky on the back.
Was this Caesar? Even in my addled state I understood I'd been the price of entry into the network for Ricky.
I tried to hold the image of the man in my head as I felt strong hands lift me, carrying me out and back into the corridor and into another room, where I was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.
It looked like a disabled bathroom.
One of the pairs of hands took my arm and put a handcuff around my wrist. It was the same style as my ones back at the station. He didn't lock them properly, they wouldn't loosen but could still get tighter.
He attached the other end to the handrail on the wall. I watched him do it and then followed his hands to his arms and up until I could see his face.
It was the kid with acne, that had given me the pill earlier. He threw a piece of paper onto the floor, no it was a picture. It was a picture of me, in uniform when I passed out of training, graduating as a cop.
With my free hand, I was touching myself, rubbing my soft cock. Acne kid was grinning down at me as he shuffled his hoodrich trackies down his pale cock leaping out, long and thin, he was clean shaven, his smooth balls hanging underneath.
As he stepped in, I pushed myself to my knees, my hand leaving my soft cock to grab his hard one, guiding him into my mouth.
I heard laughter from him and the other paid of hands and forgot about the man with the golden smile about the OCG, my world shrinking to the man in front of me and the cock in my mouth.
It was narrow, which made it easier to fit in my throat but longer which made it harder, but I could do it. I liked it up and down, sucking his balls into my mouth before going back to sucking.
As I did the second pair of hands wrapped my hips pulling me into the position they wanted before grabbing my thong and tearing it off.
Freeing my soft, leaking cock and giving them the access they wanted as they lined up, pressing against my hole, pushing in, Ricky's cum easing their way.
I struggled to focus on both, loosing my rhythm with the cock in my mouth as they hammered away at me with unsynchronized abandon.
I was there to be used and they used me until they were done, cumming down my throat and then in my ass, again. My unknown lover's seed mixing with Ricky's inside me and leaking out my abused hole together.
I fell forward as he pulled out, squirming on the floor in my state of impossible arousal, unable to cum, trapped in a fever dream.
Acne kid pulled out a phone, the flash going as he snapped pic after pic.
His friend, the other pair of hands, the other cock left the room, I only noticed as he walked out behind acne, but I didn't see his face. I knew what it felt to have him inside me, but I didn't know what he looked like.
Acne left with him, leaving me alone in the room, handcuffed to the rail.
My free hand returned to my limp cock, rubbing more than trying to jerk it, it wasn't enough.
The door opened and she stood in the doorway, I recognised her, he not she despite what she looked like, the goth waitress that had been smiling at Ricky.
She was smiling at me now, as I looked up at her from the floor. From my angle I could see where the fishnet tights ended on her thighs under her skirt, my view helped by the platform boots she was wearing making her even taller.
Under the fluorescent lights I could see the purple highlights in her dark hair that I hadn't noticed before, the harsh light from the bulb in the corridor appearing like a halo behind her.
My gothic angel left but not for long. She came back, walking into the room leading a man behind her. He looked about 40, overweight with glasses and short curly hair, I'd always wanted curly hair when I was a kid.
He stood facing me, Goth beside him whispering in his ear. Her hand slid down his front, under his waistband and I could see her massaging his cock underneath. Then she pulled her hand out, bending over at the waist she undid his trousers and pulled out his cock.
If he was fat, it was fatter, Goth could barely get her hand around it as she smoothly jacked him, talking into his ear and smiling.
I was on my knees facing them as he stepped forward, Goth letting her hand fall away from his thick cock as he did.
My free hand wrapped round him, without hesitation. My hands were smaller than Goth's and my fingers didn't quite reach as I jacked his uncut hog of a cock before cramming it into my mouth.
I had to strain my jaw to get it in, his head pushing my lips over my teeth, filling my mouth and then my throat as I gagged.
Unable to take him properly in my mouth I jacked him as I licked and sucked on his balls.
He pushed me away, turning me around so I was facing the handrail I was cuffed to. I grabbed it with both my hands, pushing my ass back at him, eager to have him inside me.
He lined up, his fat head pressing against my hole and kept on pressing, I felt it stretch and stretch, even though I'd already been fucked by two cocks, it felt like the first time again and I wished I had the poppers to help me, but then he was through, his shaft sinking in to me until his belly was pressed into my butt and his chubby thighs in to mine.
It felt amazing to be so full and I pushed back against him trying to get every last millimeter.
He drew back and thrust forward, his flesh making a loud slapping sound as he pressed into me, I pushed back, timing my thrusts to his and it got louder until the room was filled with the slapping, his grunts and my moans as he fucked me, my own cock continued to leak forming a pathetic puddle of pre-cum underneath me. I could feel he was sweating, I could feel his wet flesh press against me and I could feel it drip onto the flesh of my back above my skirt.
I craved it all, his sweat, his fat cock, his full balls swinging into mine, his too tight grip on my hips as he pulled himself into me again and again.
I forgot Goth was there watching, I forgot she existed as he fucked me. This was what fucking was, how it was meant to feel, I pitied anyone who hadnt felt this and never wanted it to end all while simultaneously wanting him to cum, to reward him for fucking me.
I didn't think I'd spoken since Ricky had dragged me off the dancefloor, nothing I remembered, but I asked him to "fuck me", encouraging, demanding, pleading in a small voice.
With a loud grunt he got his reward, his already thick cock pulsing, emptying himself into me. For a moment he stayed here, the dripping of his sweat onto my back sordid and delicious as his cock started to soften inside me.
He pulled back and I reluctantly let him stagger to his feet, pulling his trousers up as I watch, reaching to stuff his cock away.
"Let her clean it"
I remembered Goth, she was still there, watching, her face flushed.
He turned to Goth and then back to me, shrugging and stepping forward, presenting his cock to me.
I bent forward tilting my head up, swallowing his cock like a snake would and without my hand, he fit now he was soft and I carefully sucked the flesh clean from his and my filth and that of the two before him.
I did it looking up at him, wanting to show him my gratitude, wanting to be sexy, wanting him to remember this moment.
He reluctantly pulled away, his cock falling from my lips with an audible pop while Goth looked on with contempt and I smiled up at him.
He stuffed himself back in his trousers and left not looking at Goth.
When he was gone she stepped forward, grabbing my jaw in her hand and squeezing, holding me still.
"Did you like getting fucked by a pig, pig?!"
I got why she called me pig, shed seen the picture of me in uniform, but it seemed mean to call him pig and I had liked being fucked by him, but I couldn't speak with my jaw held like that.
"Don't worry faggot, there are plenty more cocks for you..."
She left for a while before coming back with another man and another and another, the pattern repeating until I lost all track of time as I was fucked again and again and again while Goth watched, her hand underneath her skirt or her fingers teasing a nipple through her top, her face flushed. They didn't all use my ass, some just used my mouth or would switch between.
I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. At some point I stopped remembering, overwhelmed by the relentless assault, maybe I blacked out.
***
The next thing I knew was alone, still handcuffed to the handrail, from the quiet I guessed the club was closed.
I didn't know how long it had been, but the drugs had worn off, leaving tired and sore and gripped by an almost debilitating sense of ennui and feeling of depression. I knew it was the after effect of the amount of serotonin and dopamine that had been dumped into my brain, that was now struggling without it.
I could hear jingling outside the door and a rattling sound, the door opened and a dumpy middle aged foreign looking woman was appeared looking back at me.
With a loud sigh she left, she didn't seem surprised, just a little annoyed that she would be cleaning it up.
She came back with a key and released me, she didn't take the cuff of me, just the handrail. I guess the cuff was my problem.
She ushered me out the bathroom into the corridor, on the door was stuck the picture of me in uniform, around it, crudely scrawled in lipstick were words, "FREE USE" "FAGGOT" "SLUT" and "PC FUCK PIG".
I pulled the picture off the door and shuffled back to the door leading to the main room, I found my bag and jacket in the booth where I'd sat with Ricky.
The cash was gone but the brick phone and my keys were still there.
I put the jacket on, knowing it did little to cover me and was very aware of my pantyless state under my now very stained mini skirt.
When I left I was surprised it was still dark, I guessed it was 4 or 5 am, the time when most people were asleep, too late for the night owls and too early for the early risers. I was grateful for that small mercy as I took the long walk home. I didn't go back to the safe house where I'd met Sam, I just wanted to go home. I got the spare key from its cubbyhole and let myself in, closing the door behind me, pressing my back against it and breathing out a long sigh, safe at last.
I got my reflection out of the corner of my eye. I turned to face the long mirror by the door, my make up smeared, my skin and clothes covered in stains, only the white coat still clean, contrasting with what was underneath.
I turned away, shedding my clothes as I walked to the shower, turning it on and standing under it, letting the water wash away the stains on my skin, knowing it would do little for what was beneath.
After I collapsed on the bed, as low as I had ever felt and slept dreamlessly.
On waking I dragged myself out of bed, the brick phone was by the bed and had a missed call.
I had missed check in, I text the number, not knowing if it belonged to Sam or someone else in her team. Letting them know I was ok and was submitting a report.
I opened my laptop and started the programme to submit the report and paused.
I had two choices, tell them what happened, they would look after me but I would be finished as a cop, if I was lucky they'd send me to a shrink and get me medically retired, but with my short service the pay would be terrible.
Or, I told them the sanitised version, that Ricky had made contact with the Caesar OCG and set up the relationship. It wasn't a lie, just an omission.
My addled mind relived what I was omitting. My brain hungered for the way I'd felt, the chemicals that had flooded it, unable to separate the euphoria of the drugs from the rapture of the sex. Igniting a craving for both in my psyche.
The op would be a success, teasing them with the promise of more information, they'd want to do it again...
I submitted the sanitised version and went back to bed, dreaming of my night undercover.
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"police",
"fem",
"crossdresser",
"drugs",
"non-con",
"blowjob",
"anal sex",
"creampie"
] |
Seaside Vacation 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/seaside-vacation-02
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Group Sex
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Note to readers: this story follows the characters we met in Seaside Vacation. Most of the story was set there, and I'm not going to waste much time in recap, so I would recommend reading that installment first. Then come right back, because this one is good too!
Erica stirred in bed early, around 6am. After looking at her watch to confirm the time, she tried to fight it for a few minutes. Reaching over in the bed, she found her husband John's warm body and scooted in, pulling her head up onto his hairy chest. Sometimes just listening to his regular breathing helped her mind calm down again and let her get to sleep. She closed her eyes and listened, and for a moment, her body listened to her.
That is, until she smelled coffee, and remembered where they were. Her eyes shot open, memories of the previous night suddenly returning to her in lurid detail. The satisfaction of climax. The noises coming from upstairs.
Erica sighed and shook her head internally. Had that really been real? Had they really had their "adult time" out loud, knowing that Emily and Tim were right upstairs? Erica was not someone who was familiar with the feeling of knowing someone else could hear her "doing the deed," and the thought of the previous night made part of her want to bury into the covers and pretend to be dead.
But another part of her was... interested. Aroused, you might say.
Looking around, she recognized the room of the chalet, with the wide open, doorless doorway. The room had been equipped for a barn door style door, but it was clearly not hung, leaving very little privacy, and leading to the events of the night previoius.
Of course, Tim and Emily started it,
she mused.
They were being quite loud. Loud enough to hear anyway. Loud enough that they probably knew we could hear them.
After several more minutes of trying to fight being awake, Erica finally decided to get up and investigate the smell of coffee. They had agreed with Erica and Tim the night before that both couples would get up at 7, so as to navigate the privacy situation appropriately. Yet, it seemed like one of them had certainly preempted it.
Slithering out from under the covers, Erica realized she had chosen just the slinky green nighty that John liked to wear to bed the night before, so she grabbed her robe from the open concept master bath before emerging from the bedroom space. Tying her robe and tiptoeing out into the kitchen, Erica found the source of the smell: a pot of hot coffee, freshly brewed. Pouring herself a mug, she looked around the downstairs, but didn't see anyone. She could hear Tim's sonorous breathing from the open upstairs loft, but didn't see any lights on. At first, she assumed Emily had brewed a cup and then went back to bed, but then she caught movement against the grey dawn light out on the porch. Sure enough, Emily was out there, cradling her coffee in one of the double wide rocking loungers. Deciding to join her friend, Erica went to the door and stepped outside. The cool air hit her harder than she expected. A damp breeze was blowing in from the ocean.
"Brrr," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Emily turned her head and smiled. "I know, I was a little surprised too, but I couldn't resist it. And I know we said 7, but... well... it seemed like it wouldn't make a difference. Its the morning on the ocean, after all. You don't get this every day!"
"True story," said Erica. She walked over and took the other half of the lounger as Emily scooted over to make room.
After enjoying the cries of the ocean birds and crash of surf in the distance below for a few moments, Emily looked over apologetically. "Sorry if last night was awkward for you, Erica. I know it kind of got out of hand."
Erica felt herself flush slightly, despite the cool morning air. Masking her reaction with a long sip of coffee, she thought about how to respond. Finally, she settled on, "Well, we did say we were going to be adults about it."
"I know," Emily responded, "but I really just mean to tease Tim a little. It wasn't my intention to make anyone uncomfortable."
"Sounded like you were doing a lot more than teasing him," Erica smirked.
Emily giggled. "Like I said, it got out of hand."
"Sounds like IT was very much in hand, for a while," Erica teased, holding her hand up and miming a blowjob.
"Oh, like you're so innocent," Emily reported. Then she struck a mimicking pose and repeated the words she had heard Erica moan the night before. "Ohhh, yeahhh, give it to me, Johhhnnn."
Erica rolled her eyes and then softened her voice to mock Emily with her own words. "I love your cum, Tim."
The two girls burst into laughter. Emily was the first to catch her breath. "Well, at least we made our husbands happy, clearly," she said.
"Not just our husbands," said Erica. "I had fun too. Really, I didn't mind it. Truth be told, I instigated our naughty time, not John. Although, truth be told, I think he got an eyeful of you from the bay window reflection when you were undressing, so that probably got him horny in the first place."
Now it was Emily's turn to flush. She put her hand over her open mouth. "Oh no, Erica, I definitely didn't mean for that. I promise, I didn't do that on purpose. I didn't even think about having the window there."
Erica waved off Emily's concern and patted her friend on the arm. "Oh hon, I'm not jealous. In fact, maybe I should be thanking you for getting him in the mood! Both of us, if you include your audio performance."
"Well, that wasn't my intention, but I can't say I'm unhappy with how the night turned out!" said Emily. "And to think, if the sliding door on the master suite had been where it was supposed to be, maybe none of this would have happened."
Erica stared out at the ocean. "That would have been too bad. Maybe its better we don't have it!"
***
John heard heavy footsteps on the spiral staircase coming down from the loft, and finally surfaced out of his deep sleep. He had just barely been aware of when Erica slipped out, but now he could smell the coffee, and it sounded like more people were up. Rolling over, he climbed out of bed and headed to the common area. Briefly, he considered throwing on a robe over his boxer-briefs, but then he saw that the hook was empty, and assumed Erica had taken it.
Once he entered the common area, he saw Tim, also in boxer-briefs, standing at the coffee maker, pouring a mug. "Hey, can you pour me one too?" John asked.
Tim turned and smiled. "Sure man, good morning."
"Good morning," John replied. Tim poured the coffee and handed over a mug him. Looking around, he asked, "Where are the girls?"
"Oh, I think they're out on the porch," said Tim.
Turning, John saw the ladies on the one of the porch seats out the bay window. "Ah, gotcha. Might be a little chilly out there for me just yet."
"Same," said Tim. He took a sip of coffee, and then gestured. "So, about last night man, I apologize if we made you or Erica uncomfortable."
John looked at him in surprise. "Uncomfortable? No! Far from it actually; I had a great time."
Tim laughed. "Well I heard that, and I mean, so did Emily and I, but I just wanted to make sure that it wasn't weird, especially for Erica."
Shaking his head, John responded, "No, in fact, she got pretty into it. I think hearing you guys made her pretty horny, and I'm certainly not ever going to complain when that happens."
"I hear that," Tim said smiling. "Emily really gets into some of that voyeur or exhibitionism stuff. We're not freaks about it or anything, but she likes dirty talking about it, and whenever we get a chance, she's all about it. I could take it or leave it myself, but she gets so into it that I don't dare say no."
"Yup, makes sense," said John. "Hey," he said, reaching out his fist to Tim, "put 'er there. Man-to-man, great performance last night."
With a grin, Tim bumped John's knuckles with his own fist. "Hey man, same to you. She really sounded like she enjoyed it."
"I think we both did," said John.
"All four of us did," said Tim.
***
Sunrise on the Oregon coast is beautiful, but it is an entirely different feeling than sunset. The light was much brighter, but the sun took longer to get over the range of wooded hills that stood to the west of the chalet, and as such it stayed cool for quite a while. As the morning went on, a damp, gray mist rolled off of the ocean, driving the ladies inside, shivering. John and Tim had been chatting over their coffee in the living room, but the girls' entry interrupted them.
"Woah," said Emily as she came in and saw both of them sitting in their boxer-briefs, "sexy man alert!" The statement was mostly directed at her husband, who smiled, but John was sure for a moment that she had glanced at him.
"Brrrr," said Erica, shaking and rubbing her arms after she shut the door behind her. "Its colder than it looks out there."
"Looks pretty cold from where I'm sitting," John said, looking at the eraser-shaped nipples poking obtrusive points into the robe she had wrapped around her.
"Oh stop!" Erica laughed. "Here, warm me up then." She plopped onto John's lap and snuggled into him.
"Yeah, make space," said Emily, wedging herself in beside Tim and pulling his arm around her. "Mmmm, that's better. Hey!" Tim's arm had snaked around her, with his hand coming to rest cupping her boob through her nightie and giving it a squeeze. Emily slapped at his hand a little, but when he squeezed again, she made a humming noise that suggested that she didn't mind it that much.
Erica had curled up in John's lap. As he watched Emily and remembered the intimate serenade from the previous evening, John felt himself start to respond to the curvier woman's interaction with her husband. Sliding one of his hands down to Erica's hip, he slipped his hand under the thin robe she was wearing and squeezed with only the nightie between them. Her head against his chest, Erica looked up into his eyes. Going with the feeling, John leaned down and kissed her.
Their kiss was slow and sensual. The feeling of her lips brushing his, the taste of her tongue lapping at his, and the feel of their intermingled hot breath stirred a hardening in John's boxer briefs. Kissing this woman always felt amazing. Without thought to their company, he slipped his hand under the edge of Erica's nightie and felt her smooth skin under his hands, pulling her body into his. She responded, pulling his head closer and raising her legs to rest them on the couch, ending up being cradled by her husband in his lap. John's firm erection pressed into her hip from below, and when his hand slipped between her legs, she did resist. She just gasped when his fingers touched her already slippery lips.
Across the room, Emily and Tim watched as the other amorous couple made out. It felt a little wrong to ogle their friends like this, but on the other hand, it was hard to look away. Tim's hand had playfully squeezed Emily's breast, but now he did it again. An awkward... or was it erotic... moment went by as they watched the other couple make out. Then, Tim pulled Emily even closer to him and kissed her. She melted into him, and gasped when his hand found her bare legs and snaked upriver.
For several minutes, the chalet was still apart from the rustle of clothing and the gentle sighs and gasps of the two couples intertwined with one another. Each pair was absorbed in each other, but still catching sounds and glimpses of the action happening across the room. Finally, as John finished teasing her pussy lips and slipped a finger inside her, Erica let out a high-pitched, desperate moan.
The noise was enough to make everyone suddenly self-conscious, and the two couples both stilled. When she opened her eyes, Erica saw John smiling a little sheepishly at her. Feeling the crimson edges of embarrassment creeping up, she darted a glance over at Emily. The woman's eyes were wide with humor, but Erica did note that her husband had his hand wedged between her legs as well. The two ladies' eye met, and they burst into a fit of giggles.
"God damn, girl." Emily finally said. "Having a little fun over there?"
"What can I say," Erica responded breathlessly, patting her husband's shoulder. "He does it for me. Not that the two of you are hurting things."
"I mean, we are both sitting here getting fingered by our husbands in front of each other, so I think the feeling is mutual!" Emily answered.
"Yeah, so much for privacy, I guess" said Erica.
"Its almost like we really didn't need to worry about the door after all," chimed in Tim.
"Well, thank god we're at least not doing it out on the porch like some mindless animals," John said. All four laughed, remembering the warning that the receptionist had given them the day before about deck sex.
"So, Em," said Erica, "what do you think, maybe instead of privacy, we should aim for discretion?"
"Oh, I like that new plan" said Emily. "What new rules - Oh!" She shot a look at Tim after he visible wiggled the arm submerged between her legs. The remonstrative look was meant with a shit-eating grin. Resuming, she asked, "What new rules should we have for this new policy?"
"We haven't done so well with rules thus far," said Erica "Maybe we just go with what feels good? Because I'm telling you this... feels... gooood." John's fingers had once again begun their movement, and Erica trailed off as she felt the sensations wash over her.
"We are on vacation, after all," John added after his wife trailed off. "There's no one here to tell us what to do."
"Or judge us for it," added Tim.
"You know, except the receptionist," said Emily.
All four of them laughed.
"Well," said Emily, disentangling herself from Tim and standing up, "if the new rules include no judgement, then I'm going for it." Looking at her husband, she reached under her nightie and slipped off her panties. "Tim, I need you to eat me out."
Tim sat up straighter and patted the couch beside him. John couldn't help watching his friend lay down on the couch and raise her legs, exposing her pussy to her husband, and to him. He'd seen Emily's tits through the reflection in the bay window the night before, but now he couldn't believe his luck in seeing her hike her nightie up and expose her lower half. Her pussy was bare and smooth, and from only a few feet away, John could see slickness glistening on the exposed edges of her lips.
Tim immediately knelt on the carpeted floor between her legs and dove in, lapping his wife's pussy in long, slow strokes, and causing her to moan. By now, this had drawn Erica's attention as well, and she and John stared together at their friends' erotic display for a moment. Then, she looked at him, and said, "I want that too."
John couldn't help grinning like Cheshire cat. His wife had never been the adventurous type, but this week was bringing out a new side of her, and he was enjoying it! Rearranging themselves, they ended up in a similar position to Tim and Emily, with Erica leaning back against the back of the couch in a half seated, half laying position, and John kneeling on the floor in front of her.
Now that his friends were out of his sight, John really set to work. He filled his face with Emily's red-tinged bush, inhaling the pleasant scent of her arousal. He loved the look of her bush anytime, but when she was turned on it carried that potent aroma that brought out extra arousal from him. Wrapping his arms around the outsides of her thighs and placing his hands on her belly, John held her in place firmly while he sucked and lapped at her wet lips and clit. Angling his tongue, he pushed it into her pussy and lapped along her anterior wall, eliciting a series of moans and pants. His tongue wasn't the longest, and he knew he wasn't really able to reach her G-spot, but she liked it anyway.
"Oh, god, John, that feels so good," Erica moaned.
Encouraged, John let go of her with one hand and brought his fingers to her pussy, wetting them with his mouth and then sliding two inside. Erica gasped at the insertion, but her hips pushed forward toward it. Returning his mouth to her pussy, John reached both fingers deep inside and curled them back, finding that little rough spot inside her that marked her G-spot. When he hit it, her body jolted.
"Oh fuck, baby," she breathed.
John kept going, gently massaging the spot with the pads of his two fingers as he moved his tongue flatly back and forth up and down her lips and clit. He had been hearing some moans and whispers from the other two, but as he continue to stimulate his wife, her thighs began to tighten on either side of his head, cutting off most of his hearing. He loved it. He could feel her body slowly tensing, her breath quickening, and her moans rising in pitch. Looking up, he feasted his eyes on her. This was his woman. He loved her taste, he loved making her feel good, and he loved how sexy she looked on the edge of climax.
"John," Erica whimpered, "I'm so close. Baby please. Please. Oh fuck. AAAAAAA!"
Erica's whole body clenched, tightening her legs on John's head in a vice grip, while her pussy spasmed in orgasm. Drawing on his many years of experience learning her body, John continued a steady, unchanging motion with his lips and fingers, rubbing her G-spot and sliding his wet tongue over her vulva, particularly her clit. As she came, John felt a rush of fluid hit his lips and chin and run down his neck and chest.
Erica's orgasm lasted for a while, even for her. When her body finally relaxed, John moved up onto the couch and gathered her in his arms. She kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his face, and grasping at his hard cock through his boxers. The couple had become so engrossed in one another that when Emily suddenly started crying out on the other couch, it started them a little. Looking over, they saw their friend's hips writhing in her husband's face. They watched Emily's orgasm finish, enjoying every moment and movement. When Tim pulled away, revealing Emily's bare pussy lips, Erica whispered in John's ear.
"Not just her tits that look good, huh?"
John smiled and winked back at her.
How lucky am I?
he thought to himself.
It took several moments for everyone in the room to catch their breath and return to the land of the living. When Emily finally closed he legs and sat up, she looked a little sheepish, but she giggled, which made Erica giggle, which made John and Tim chuckle.
"Wow," said Emily, still breathing a little hard from her climax, "I did not plan this morning going that way!"
"Neither me," John said, and the other two shook their heads in agreement. He continued, "But I do have to say, it has been lovely. Especially the last 12 hours."
"I'm not going to lie, I thought this week would be fun," said Erica, "but its blowing my expectations out of the water."
"Speaking of blowing..." Tim said, trailing off and waggling his eyes suggestively. The group laughed. Tim put his hand on his package, visible as a thick ridge in his boxer briefs, and continued, "Perhaps the men could be returned the favor?"
John saw Erica and Emily glance quickly at each other. His pulse quickened. Was this really on the table?"
"Well, hon, it IS a shame that they did such a great job for us and we haven't helped them yet," said Erica.
"Definitely," said Emily, "We wouldn't want them to feel like we were ungrateful."
"But let's both do it on that couch," said Erica, pointing to the larger one occupied by their friends. "I want to be closer to you."
Emily got up, trying to hold her robe wrapped around her partially nude body, and gestured to John. "Well, looks like that's your seat, John."
John looked at Erica and got an excited smile before moving a muscle. Old habit. He wasn't used to whatever this dynamic with Tim and Emily was, but he was not going to argue. Erica looked at him with a devilish grin. "Go ahead," she said.
Tim stood up to shed his boxers as the two girls moved around to their places, and John followed suit before he and Tim sat back down. It felt surreal, even more so than everything else that had already happened that weekend. Seeing Emily's body in the window reflection, hearing each other having sex last night, even sharing the private moment with their spouses just now, for some reason did not feel as unsettling as this. And yet, despite the discomfort, as John sat on the couch beside his friend, he felt a certain confidence. Like it was supposed to happen this way. It wasn't awkward. In fact, it felt...
intimate.
As the girls were moving around, Emily surprised everyone by pausing to quickly shuck off the remaining clothes she was wearing. Three pairs of eyes looked at her, and she shrugged at them. "I don't give blowjobs with clothes on," she said. Tim smirked, John smiled, and Erica giggled. Before John knew it, she was untying the belt of her own robe and casting it aside. A second later, the nightie she had been wearing followed.
Two naked women stood before the naked men seated in front of them. It was a bit difficult not to compare them. Erica was a redhead, and her complexion was correspondingly pale, with freckles scattered about her shoulders and chest, and her two lovely little tits poking straight out like white tents with pink caps. Emily was a much more typical brunette with blue eyes, but her tits were several cup sizes larger, and her areolas were much browner and more pronounced. Emily's curviness led sloped down in an hourglass shape, with gorgeous rounded hips and a completely smooth pussy. Her outer lips were smooth and full, hiding anything else behind them, although John noticed a trace of wetness from her recent pleasure. Erica, being a much thinner and leaner woman, did not have as much of an hourglass shape, but she maintained a gorgeous red bush, which John had the urge to touch again as he looked at it. It was like a little fire at the center of her sexy being, and it never failed to awaken something in him.
The two men seated beside each other were both athletic, and by the look of it, fairly well endowed. John was bulky and muscular with little body hair, while Tim was lean and cut, but had a lot more body hair, especially on his chest, belly, and groin. Tim's cock was standing at full attention, emerging from his trimmed bush like a stout building. It wasn't overly long, but it was significantly thicker than John's, which for a moment caused John a pang of the jealousy seated deep within the hearts of all men. He brushed it off quickly, however, and he knew his own equipment was not lacking. It stood tall and straight, with a flared head that had always garnered him positive reviews.
Many admiring glances were made in the space of a few seconds as people shed clothes and the four got naked. It only took a moment for the women to get on their knees in front of their men, clearly enjoying the attention and the naughty nature of how the morning was going.
"Alright," said Erica, taking her husband's member in her hand and blushing a little, "here goes nothing."
John started to smile at the humor that after all of this she was blushing, but that thought was choked off by the rush of sensations as his wife suddenly engulfed the head of his dick and swirled her tongue around the tip. He let out a low moan completely uncontrollably. Erica's head began rocking back and forth, taking in more and more and then sliding off, her lips griping him and her tongue wrapping itself back and forth.
"Ohhhh fuck," Tim grunted, as Emily began her own assault on her husband's cock beside them. Emily had opened wide, wet the tip, and then slid all the way down, nestling her nose in the forest of Tim's pubic hair and starting little strokes by nodding her head.
For the next couple of minutes, the chalet was filled with breaths, pants, moans, and whimpers. Every few moments, one of the girls would come up for air and share a kiss with their husband, and then dive back down. The men were clearly fighting for their lives against the assaults of their women on their manhood. Each of them breathed deeply and moaned and grunted, mostly focused on the blowjob they were receiving, but occasionally stealing glances at each other's wives as well.
John felt himself begin to lose the battle rather quickly. Erica was holding his long shaft in her hand and using her saliva to lubricate slow strokes, while she alternated between sucking and swirling her tongue. The sight of this bombshell sucking him off was never easy to resist, and in the context of everything that had happened since yesterday, it was overwhelming him.
"Erica," John gasped, reaching out and lacing his fingers in her hair, "I'm... I'm going to..."
Erica looked him right in the eyes and pulled off long enough to hoarsely urge, "Do it," and then went right back to sucking. That was all John needed. A flood of pleasure rushed through his body, and his whole frame went rigid as he roared. He came, spraying his seed into his wife's mouth in spurt after spurt. Erica held her ground, tasting his cum as it flowed over her tongue and swallowing it as she went. His cock jerked and pumped, and more and more came out until he collapsed in a heap on the couch.
When John's orgasm had started, Tim lost control. The sound of his friend's pleasure finally broke through the dam, and he grabbed Emily's head and pushed her all the way down. She wrapped her arms under and around his thighs, locking him in place in her mouth as he climaxed. He grunted over and over as wave after wave of pleasure sent semen shooting into his wife's mouth.
It was only a few seconds, but the effect was intense. Soon, both men were lying back on the couch heaving in breaths, almost dizzy from the aftershocks, while both women knelt in front of them, licking and swallowing the last remnants of their husbands' loads from their mouths. It was Emily who spoke first.
"Well, this has turned out to be a pretty fun vacation," she said.
Erica smiled back at her. "Yeah, and its only day 2 of 6!"
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[
"husband",
"married",
"wife",
"exhibitionist",
"vacation",
"friends",
"oral",
"cunnilingus",
"blowjob",
"parallel play"
] |
Alice Gives Nylon Guidance
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/alice-gives-nylon-guidance
| 4.2 | null |
Fetish
|
1
It's the positioning that starts it all first. Lying on your left side, mostly naked and on the bed. Knowing all is quiet and no-one around. And there it is, that little itch, that moment you know you have to respond to the craving to come. And the anticipation of how and what kind of journey that craving might take you on. Like a little, knowing surrender. And already, slowly, the left hand has found that nipple with strokes and is already getting hard! Flicking it gently brings a lovely, warm arousal! And is that my finger or whose? The mind wanders. What if someone came in right now. Nothing matters. There is only sensation. Every touch. The other hand is already caressing the smooth down at the small of your back and along the cleft of your bum and lingers as it feels your warmth there, and that nipple is singing! Lifting away, a finger searches out your mouth for saliva. Not for that nipple just now - that's already loving the attention. Instead it wanders up to your mouth and around the tongue til it's wet along its length and now out and down to the waiting valley of your cheeks, searching until it alights on your soft soft arse lips - there's a little twitch of the stiffening cock (or clit if you're lucky - whatever!) as slowly round and round that lovely waiting hole the wet finger glides. Oh! suddenly the tip is accepted and, the moment brings a sharp intake of breath. So soft. Such a rush of tingling as you probe a little deeper up to the joint of the finger. Now you find you can make small circles. But maybe it needs more moisture. Out it slides and to the open mouth. Curiously no scent! So then a quick lick of the finger and back. And again it's welcomed in. The circling is amazing as the gorgeous hole opens up into a cave of sensations. Each turn of the finger seems to find a wider and larger playground. Gentle touches trigger delights and then more anticipation of the next level. The next touch. And the next.
That cock is reaching out to be touched. Ooh and the shaft needs to be grasped and squeezed. The bulbous helmet swells with your grasp. And oh the little eye, that cum channel's mouth spills a little honey which you glide around your prick with the lightest of caresses. And oh, there, another offering of pre-cum to smooth around that swollen tip of cock. Now it must be at its fully pumped glory. You stand up and catch yourself in the mirror. And watch your thumb and finger grab the base of cock til it bends achingly upwards like the Amazon arrow! Knees shake a little. Now it's inevitable- the drawer, the secret place. The lure of nylon!
2
And there it is waiting in its seductive packet with the promo photo of an impossibly long, slender pair of legs. Those black nylons, waiting for your touch to be unfurled and rolled on and... up! -
It's all coming back to you now - that first time you went to the M&S counter and asked the sales assistant for some "guidance", I think the word was. She looked straight at me, and, was that a look at my jeans? She had a brief word with a colleague and glanced at her watch and with a smile walked round to the end of the tills and up to me.
"Do you know what leg size you are?" She pointed the way. I followed. And there we were - the lingerie section.
"I guess it's black you're after. Matte or gloss? And somewhere between medium and large?" She must have done this loads of times.
"Have you shaved?"
"Yes, but."
"Look, it's nearly closing. Stay here and I'll be back. See if you like the Autograph or the Boutique range - they match old school fully fashioned stockings, hold ups, thigh highs, knickers, suspenders - the lot!"
It's difficult to explain the events that unfolded, memory has blurred them into one gorgeous scene, after closing time.
The assistant was quick to usher me into a cubicle. Bigger than I expected. A short length mirror on the wall, a buttoned bench thing, a low chair and a full length swivelling mirror. She looks through my choices - perfectly art directed seduction. She turns to me.
"Don't sit down. Look in the mirror and part your legs a little!"
"Oh well, I was kind of expecting to try my selection, to put them on - but alone!"
"Well", she says "you can if you like, I can leave but I thought it might be your first time and you wouldn't say no to some guidance!"
I realise that all of a sudden she is now kneeling behind me. I don't know where to put myself!
"Stay still."
And then I see her hands creep round my waist and take hold of my leather belt. And she starts unhitching it.Then her right hand has found the buttoned fly while the left pulls it open. It pops open and I realise I am already getting stiff. She peels the denim down. My cock springs out.
"Commando! That will do nicely" - and her hand grabs my length.
I nearly fall over - put your hands on the bench. I turn away from the mirror. Hands down on the black plastic buttoning and then - well then I feel her warm face pressing into my butt.
"I'm Alice. Nice shave - did you do it?"
"Yes." I lied. Her hand moves under my butt to hold my balls and then through to the cock. I have closed my eyes.
"Enough of this, put the lace topped ones on." I turn round and can't help a twitch of the cock which Alice grabs and slaps from side to side with an Oooooh of approval. It is held tight, she sniffs me and then gives an approving kiss on the tip.
Now I sit on the edge of the bench. For the first time it seems so strangely automatic, as if already known, practised, but how? This is me, rolling up the nylons towards the toe. But, with an audience? My assistant follows me, bunching up the other one.
I lean over to the folded leg and roll on the lovely stocking pulling and stretching and then pull the scalloped black lace top up to my thigh.
"Give the strip of silicone a lick." She hands the other one to me and watches me glancing at the smaller mirror, I uncross my leg and start on the other. I stand up to look in the side mirror and Alice grabs my cock and pulls me towards her burying the shaft in her mouth. Taking it out, she spits in her hand and wraps it around my length. Ooooh God, I could come already! I have to look away at the door which is open now, and a tall blond guy is standing watching the scene with his fat cock tight in his grasp.
"You started before me, bitch!" he whines. And we both watch Alice as she takes her hand off me and lifts the pleated uniform skirt up so her naked cunt can receive her silky wet fingers which rotate around her clit.
Her head lilts back and her mouth opens wide. She's hardly in the room. Eyes tight. Her hand is only just moving over her clit. She jams her legs together against her hand and shudders. Her thighs open. Wet. Wet. Wet. I am amazed at her slow hand - it's almost more exciting than the hand job - the only thing in the room that's not franticly travelling towards the inevitable cum. She breaks into a wide smile and holding the base of my cock, guides it into her mouth and gives me a mock bite. She hardly breaks the pace of her hand on herself. Hardly aware of how close I am getting to release.
Now the watcher finally steps into the room.
"Nice bit of lace, mate." he blurts as he steps out of his black chinos. He takes his fat little tool over to Alice. Crouching he goes to lift the pleated back of Alice's skirt and rubs himself up her cheeks and then hunts been her cheeks towards her cunt.
"I'm busy, get off me!"
I keep wanting to come. This scene is mad. I love the hold ups so much and I can't remember the other items which seem to be cowering on the chair. Alice breaks into my thoughts -
"Are you a grower or a shower - I can't tell right now!" Alice laughs as she pulls me out from her scarlet lips.
"Come in my mouth."
That does it.
"You sure?" But her mouth is already full. I have burst onto her tongue and let out a shout.
"God I'm sorry- People will hear."
"No one's here." she laughs. And a little of me dribbles from the corner of that scarlet smile. I am looking at her face full on for the first time. She is flushed, and those red lips seem more pronounced, fuller, and I reach over and, yes, I kiss her. Her hand is no longer on her cunt but cradles me and holds my head tight as, oh, she gives my cum back!! Fucking hell! I had tasted it years ago when I could give myself a loving blow job. It was an amazing discovery then, curled up, hand bobbing my head down and down again. More, more.
"Come," she says "Let me sit on your face." She shows me the floor and I assume what I think she wants but no.
"Face the other way." She reaches a leg over me.
"They really suit you, those hold ups. Good legs."
And slowly her neat little arse comes into view and her wet coral cunt nestles onto my nose.
Her scent is utterly amazing and I want to believe I am hard again. She lets out a kind of purr. And slides up and down my nose, up to my forehead and tangles her neat pubes with my hair. She wriggles and gets quicker. She lifts away and I feel her hand on my prick which offers a last bit of cum which she smears onto her clit as she starts stroking again - inches away. She shudders. She sits back on my face and rides my nose and groans. Back up to meet her waiting hand which twitches around her button which I glimpse fleetingly as she bends right over and reaches forward to brush her neat breasts against my cock. I hardly have time to reach with my tongue for a second when she shakes and squirts out a stream of hot juice over my nose and mouth. Shaking again she drops onto my face and lets out a long sigh. And then the laugh as she drinks in the moment. I drink in as much as my brain can manage.
I have to go. I get up. Throw my jeans over my 10 denier legs.
I have to go.
She turns to the watcher. Lie down. Here on the floor. He obeys and her neat body straddles him. No she says gently and, between breaths -
"Fuck my arse, stupid." She settles steadily back on top of him. Uh oooh. She tastes her fingers and sucks hard on them. In the lingerie section she seemed quite plain. But here she is transformed.
"Go to the back of the store. There's an emergency exit. See you again?" I grab my man bag and as I rush through the store, shove the thin packages into it. I find the push handle and it flies open. And clangs shut behind me.
I am out.
Have I just woken from something?
What just happened??
OMG!!!
I never paid!!!
Or maybe,
maybe I did!!
|
[
"nylons",
"blowjob",
"face sitting",
"lingerie",
"squirting"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 13
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-13
| 4.28 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Yumiko kept her head lowered, her face hidden. Takeru was still trying to process the words.
She would 'keep his needs satisfied'?
Maybe she had been aroused by Takeru before, but he was the only man in town under seventy, other than her awful husband. And a crush was one thing, but they didn't need to act on it.
"You don't want... that," he said, his voice catching in his throat. "I don't..." He trailed off again, unsure of what to say.
He refused to picture it. If he did, and if he got aroused, nothing he said was going to hold much weight.
"If you're worried I won't be able to please you, I assure you, I know my role well," she said softly.
Takeru's mouth gaped and she went on.
"I know how to please a man. My daughters are both inexperienced in comparison."
"I -that's not the issue," he said, his eyes darting toward Mr. Koike in the distance, making sure he stayed out of earshot for this.
"I know of your needs," Aunt Yumiko went on, stepping closer. "I have seen your spent seed on the laundry. I have smelled it on you. It is a strong scent, Takeru."
Bile rose in his throat, the shame twisting in his belly, nearly doubling him over. And a blush flashed across his cheeks, hot and prickling along his skin.
"I saw how you enjoyed looking at me the other night. I heard you satisfying yourself afterward, from the doorway. I was pleased to hear you find relief. And that you slept so well."
"I didn't! I don't need that," he protested.
"You do," Yumiko pressed on, stepping closer. "Lying will not help the situation. You are a man. When you are not satisfied, you will look elsewhere, and it will be worse for all of us."
Takeru shut his eyes and forced the words out of his mouth. "I can take care of it. Of myself. I won't cause any trouble. I swear it."
"You will," she said, her voice rising louder. "I can keep my daughters away for a day," she said, nodding toward Mr. Koike. "But not forever, Takeru. Not for every moment. And is there nothing those girls could say or do that could distract you?"
His mind drifted to the pictures he had on his phone. Of Hana, and the heavy swell of her breasts. He remembered the long, slow stroke of her tongue against his.
"I thought so," his aunt sighed. "I made a promise, Takeru. A promise to my only sister. I am not easily dissuaded. I will help with your troubles. And, when my daughters act foolishly, you will respond with a clear head. You will honor my promise. Is that agreed?"
Mouth dry, Takeru simply nodded, hardly following.
"There will be nothing..." she searched for the right word. "Nothing improper."
That, at least, brought him back into the moment. Takeru raised an eyebrow.
"I am your caregiver and I am a married woman," Yumiko explained. "There will be etiquette to follow. I will only use my hands."
Takeru flinched, a hot pressure swelling along his thigh. His hands moved to cover it, but her eyes were quick. Her gaze rose slowly back to meet his.
"I see."
His paled, heat rushing through him. He willed his cock to go down, but it swelled thicker, straining the fabric. It pulsed insistently beneath his palm, a surge of pleasure flooding through him against his will with each touch.
"But," he grunted through clenched teeth, "what about Uncle? I think he's going to mind."
Yumiko turned away. "He has not... desired me as a wife in some time. Not since Miu was born. But I am married," she nodded, "and so we must have etiquette."
"Aunt Yumiko," he said, his voice tight, "I swear I am okay. Please. Please don't do this."
She shook her head. "It is already agreed. I know boys your age are... shy in these matters. I will take care of making a story."
"What?" he asked, breathing shakily.
"You will assist me in my shopping. I usually go alone, but I will have you accompany me instead, to help. I will say I have hurt my hand. I have not," she said, giving him a meaningful look.
"There are many vacant houses on the main street. After our shopping, we will go there, and I will relieve you. Will three times a day be appropriate?"
His hand was on a nearby branch, gripped around a ripe peach. Involuntarily, he crushed it to wet pulp.
"More?" she asked, her eyes widening with surprise. "You are quite young. I will have to think of another story in that case..."
"Aunt Yumiko, I swear... I swear on my life, you don't need to do this. I won't... I won't even talk to your daughters again, I promise. I can just leave."
Her hand struck out, gripping his cock through the shorts. She pumped the shaft in two hard strokes.
This time, he did fall, and landed on his knees, whimpering on the grass. But she didn't let go. Yumiko followed him down, the tight grip of her fingers, the warmth her palm pulling the soul from his body. His hips bucked, stroking into her, and he sank to the ground, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
He reached a shaky arm for her chest. He caught the edge of her shirt and she slipped a step away, out of his grasp.
"You insist you have no needs, but with one touch and you have forgotten what I said." She sighed, tucking her shirt in tighter. "You are worse off than I thought. I'll have to think of more ways to make time."
The pressure of her grip lingered around his cock. He could still feel the ache of it. The need gripped him by the throat and everything else fell away. Her words were just distant, meaningless sounds. He crawled toward her, his nails digging into the earth, ready to pull her to the ground. He would rip the panties open with his teeth, hear the fabric snap. He could see the black hairs of her cunt already, the pink skin peeking through. He would mount her in the dirt, sinking his cock into that warm, wet hole, taking his pleasure.
Takeru bared his teeth, growling, and she moved backward a step, muttering.
He would leap up and take her. He would bury his face in her fat tits. He would paw at them as she screamed, begging for him to stop, then begging for him to squeeze harder. He could taste the fat nub of her nipple on his tongue. He'd grip one in his teeth and squeeze until the shriek carried over the village and her legs slipped open. All for him.
Yumiko stepped back another pace, and he grinned. The thought of hunting her down made his cock swell fatter. His tongue lolled from his mouth, imaging the taste of her.
He remembered her in the bathroom, watching her spread her legs open, all for him. He watched her pleasuring herself in his head. Saw her on her hands and knees, wet and hungry from the smell of his cum. She needed it. Wanted to be knocked down and mounted in the grass like a dog. His cock dribbled down his thigh.
"What would your mother say if you broke that promise?" Yumiko shouted, breaking through his fantasies.
Her voice trembled. The fear in it stroked a small little corner in the back of his brain. The part that needed to hunt. He could picture her struggling as he pumped inside her, fucking her tight, wet hole as she failed to fight him off. He rose to his hands and knees, crawling faster toward her.
"She will be sad, Takeru!"
Her words settled into him as he moved, throwing off the rhythm of his chase. His mother. A promise.
He pushed the thought away, raising to stand. And the thought of his mother came right back. He saw her face turn from confusion to anger and tears.
Takeru shook his head, and slowed. The frantic pounding in his chest slowly eased, and he finally stopped moving toward her. The fog cleared away.
"I'm sorry," he choked out, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
"You are as stubborn as Hana and Miu, Takeru! I am surprised at you, Takeru. You can't control yourself if you're too excited. If it were my daughters here, you would satisfy yourself with them instead, wouldn't you?"
He couldn't bring himself to lie. He looked away instead.
"Two p.m." Yumiko said, smoothing out her robe. "You will meet me at the market and help with the shopping. It was agreed."
She turned and walked away before he could protest.
Takeru leaned on a tree, staring blankly through the row of trunks. His cheeks still burned, clouding his vision. His thoughts refused to settle.
He sought out the kama and swung it ahead aimlessly, not caring what it hit. It slipped from his grasp several times. He didn't always realize it quickly. He went on swinging, on and on.
"Takeru? Takeru?"
The words sounded far away.
He turned, and Hana jumped back a step as he turned to her, the blade still in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice rough.
"I've been calling your name forever. Are you okay?"
He glanced down at the kama in his hand, surprised to find it there. "Am I?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Hey there, girl! What are you doing?"
Old Mr. Koike hobbled over, paintbrush wavering in his hand. "Your mother said you weren't supposed to come up here!"
"What? Why not?" Hana fired back.
"She didn't tell me to argue with you!" he snapped. "She told me to chase you off! Get away from here, girl. Go on!"
Hana raised a finger to argue, but jumped back as he flicked a brush of red paint in her direction. Ruby-colored droplets splattered across the grass at her feet. Koike cocked his arm for another shot, and Hana dashed off, throwing a terrified glance over her shoulder, muttering curses.
"Stubborn little thing." Koike spat, watching her go. "She'll be back. You chase her off, now, too, if you see her. Always trouble with that girl."
Takeru nodded hollowly.
"Don't make me chase you off, either," Koike warned, his voice serious. "Your aunt told me two p.m. sharp, so keep an eye on your watch. Said I'm to drag you down there myself if you didn't go. And I can do it."
The old man walked away and Takeru wandered off among the trees. As the time drew nearer, he headed down the hill, feeling like a man awaiting execution.
He saw her long before he reached the main road. Yumiko stood under the market's shade, holding a few bags in both hands. She glided down the steps and turned along the road without waiting for him to catch up.
They walked past a row of abandoned houses and down a quieter street. Finally, she turned a corner and stopped, gesturing to a small house hidden between its taller neighbors.
The door clicked as it slid open, releasing the faint scent of old wood and lingering dust from inside. The back windows were open to let a soft breeze in. Yumiko had prepared it well. She slipped smoothly inside and closed the door behind them. She ushered Takeru toward a small table, a crisp, white sheet laying over top of it.
Without speaking, Takeru went and stood beside it. His aunt placed her bags beside the door. She rummaged through one and slipped a pair of gloves out from it.
They were black and made of supple leather. The back of the hands and wrists were a delicate sheet of lace. She slipped them on carefully.
"Sit," Yumiko said firmly.
Takeru shut his eyes, breathed deeply, and sat.
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"handjob"
] |
Legacy and Liability
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/legacy-and-liability
| 4.33 | null |
Sci-Fi & Fantasy
|
Sexual Investigations Book I, Chapter 3
Donna glanced sideways at the blonde gracefully sliding into the SquadCar. The vehicle smoothly began floating. Renata's dark blue shirt, shining mini skirt, and short black leather jacket were splattered with cum, pussy juice, and stained with sweat. Long tears threatened to make the garments unwearable, yet Renata maintained a certain regal composure. Donna had to admit her bearing somehow made the messy clothes work. Her eye was drawn by the patch of dark blue where Renata's heavy bra showed through a tear in her shirt.
That bra was one of the first subjects of her curiosity, after she'd subdued the transformed man. Renata had been rendered unconscious thanks to the intense pleasure of her experience, which gave Donna the chance for a little discreet investigation. Renata's thick blue bra had flattened containers built into the lining, and delicate holders for her nipples. She hadn't been sucking on her finger secretively throughout the day, she'd been drinking her own milk.
Donna decided that was very sexy.
She would have laughed, with good humor, at anyone else in Renata's state, especially when she knew exactly how it had happened, but the German woman still commanded an air of nobility and respect. It made her even sexier, yet still somehow unapproachable. Donna had even less cause to doubt her aristocratic origins.
"That was kinda rough," she said, glancing at Renata. After the cleanup crew arrived, they'd treated the other women, hauled away Nathan Darmeida, cleaned up the apartment, gave Renata and Donna an injection for the minor hypnotic agent in the tentacle monster's cum, and recieved their reports. Renata was quiet, saying almost less than what was needed, and insisted she was fine to the medics. After close observation, Donna decided that Renata was infuriated by what had happened.
Curiousity warred with politeness as the woman's silence wore on. Donna chewed her lip and said, "Have you seen anything that rough before?"
Renata glared at Donna, hardness in her green eyes. "Of course I have, Lieutenant Riggs."
Donna felt she'd been very patient with Renata. And very polite. But something she'd been thinking about since the apartment emerged, something that had been buried in the back of her mind beyond her obvious attraction to Renata, the danger of the situation, and the sheer erotic nature of the encounter. Donna, while appreciating the deadliness, relished such surprise encounters as a perk of her job, but that didn't mean she enjoyed being without a reliable partner. And Renata had proved herself less a partner and more a living fucktoy once the tentacles had claimed her breasts.
Making it clear she wasn't going to send the SquadCar off, Donna faced the blonde woman and said, "Alright, Lieutenant Deckholdt, this shit has got to stop. I think I've exercised great restraint even though I was tired of your bitchiness on day one. Now I really need to know what the fuck is stuck up your ass."
Renata's lips curled with disgust. "You dare speak to--"
Donna slapped her, not nearly hard enough to turn the woman's head. Renata's hand shot to her cheek and her eyes went wide. Donna said, "Shut up. You didn't even go for your weapon back there. Once that thing got a hold of those sweet fucking tits of yours you were out of it. Do you even know what happened? You didn't say shit to the medics and the cleanup crew. Okay, fine, you want some privacy. I'm starting to guess why. But as long as you're my partner I need to know if a woman is going to have my back, not a walking puddle just waiting to melt in the arms of the next creeper we come across."
Hand at her cheek, stunned to silence, Renata stared. Donna had the feeling no one had ever talked to her that way before, and she felt a bit proud of shattering that much ice. She hoped it didn't ruin her chances of getting into Renata's pants, but that was balanced with the thought that, had the monster focused on Donna, it would have needed only a small distraction to keep Renata dazed and out of the fight. They might have been in there for hours, or days, before Captain Hallster sent a team to check on her. Not that Donna would have minded, maybe a good solid week-long fucking by a tentacle monster would take her mind off Renata.
Donna drew a breath. "So, Lieutenant Deckholdt, what's it going to be?"
Renata's eyes narrowed as her hand fell. The tall blonde transformed her expression from shocked silence to a precise, stoic resolve. Donna sighed, thinking Renata was merely ignoring her outburst and running back to the safety of her firm presentation. Maybe she couldn't handle stress and simply buried it. That was just another reason to reject her as a partner. Captain Hallster wouldn't like it, but Donna wasn't going to lie about Renata's ability.
Renata said, "You're right, of course, Lieutenant Riggs. I wasn't of very much help, and we were lucky. You deserve to know more about my--" Renata chewed her lip "--my condition." Donna raised an eyebrow. Renata said, "My breasts are very sensative, ja? My nipples even more so. Related, I produce a rather large volume of milk. Constantly." As if to highlight that point, Renata twinned the small tube on her bra and sucked from it. Donna felt a throb shake her girlcock watching Renata drink her own sweet milk.
Swallowing, Renata sighed. "It's not a gene-fix. My body is entirely natural, and its going to stay that way. I won't sully myself with gene-fixing. The Deckholdt family avoids inbreeding but we have long valued our genetic purity. My mother was the same way, as was her mother before her, down many generations of our line."
"Fair enough," Donna said, surpressing the idea of being in a roomful of Renatas. "But you picked an odd line of work. Did you expect not to get molested here and there? We know what we're doing when we sign up for this shit."
Renata made a face.
You aren't cut out for this, Renata,
Donna had implied, and the woman heard those words clearly. But Donna savored the annoyance in the German woman's look, as she had the shock before that, and the slight contrition in her eyes as she talked about her lovely massive knockers. Renata was even sexier when she showed a little feeling. Donna tried not to look at her big breasts too much. Renata said, "Of course I knew. That was the whole point, ja? It is a right of passage for a Deckholdt woman to master her body. Unfortunately, my... state is even more extreme than my mother's, or any other Deckholdt before her. It's been difficult."
"Alright," Donna said. "Well, thanks for the honesty. The real question is, what are we going to do about it?"
"We? This is my problem, Lieutenant Riggs, and a personal one at that." Renata faced forward in the car and crossed her arms, as if that would end the subject. She said, "It's my responsibility to handle it. Alone, ja? I won't require your assistance. Besides, you just want to fuck me and that won't really help me very much, will it? Don't bother denying it, I've seen it in your eyes since you first laid them on me."
Renata's eyes were already forward, on the city, leaving Donna with a view of her striking profile. Her thick golden braid was loosened, wild strands spraying out here and there. A slow curve came to Donna's lips, giving just the hint of a wicked smile. She said, "Betsy, snack time. Nearest doughnut vendor." Her SquadCar gave a cheerful reply and zipped into motion, cruising alongside the city's heavy flow of traffic. To Renata she said, "Okay, you're right. I totally want to demolish that fucking fine bod of yours. Maybe that means I can't help you, but we're going to try. You're not staying at the station tonight. You're coming to my place. Ja?"
Glancing sideways with a raised eyebrow, Renata said, "If I refuse that would be considered kidnapping, Lieutenant."
"Hypothetically. Until I've heard an honest no, Renata," Donna said, smirking. "And call me Donna. If we're going to be partners we need to work together, build a relationship, know each other well. Inside and out."
After Donna had her doughnuts (Renata surprised her by eating two herself) the pair returned to the station. Renata and Donna strode across the shining dark marble floors and through wide dark blue/black halls with shining trims and soft white lighting. Floating robots managed pots and bushes, cleaned windows, brought people drinks and food, and generally maintained the building and its systems.
Donna smiled at officers she'd bedded, a number including most of the department's division for this district. She waved at Megan from homicide, one of her favorites. A willowy raven haired woman, she shook in such a wonderfully cute way when she came. She blew a kiss at David, a petty crime man that had a gene-fix for two cocks. He was fun. Donna saw a few people she knew from cleanup. Jason was a big man, all pure and proud of it (like Renata, Donna thought), who sure knew his way around a woman. The twins, Susan and Sally, worked in financial investigations. They weren't really twins, they'd been gene-fixed to match, and were more interested in fucking each other than anyone else, but they could make time for insistent diversions when pressed.
While Donna's friends and sometime lovers greeted her warmly, many eyes were on Renata as the foreign woman strode alongside Donna in tattered and stained clothing. There was some mirth, but a fair bit of lust. And envy. Donna could relate to that. Her own clothing was just as torn as Renata's but she looked like a used cheap whore (not a look Donna minded). The aristocratic woman somehow, with all those eyes on her, made not just a fashion statement but elevated her ruined clothing to regal dress. Donna whispered as they walked down a set of stairs, heading toward the evidence and examination sectors, "How do you do that?"
Renata's brow turned out a delicate frown. "Do what?"
A flick of Donna's wrist encompassed the entirety of Renata's tall striding form. "You make it look like you belong in those clothes, even cumstained and shredded."
Renata showed a small smile, one of the biggest Donna had ever seen, and raised her chin haughtily.
I'm growing on her,
Donna thought with no small joy and a throb in her panties. She decided breaking the ice so rudely earlier had been entirely worth the risk, personally and professional. Renata said, "A simple matter of a proper upbringing and discipline, Donna."
Donna shivered, her pussy slicking.
She called me Donna.
The door to the chemical examination rooms slid open and the pair walked in. The lighting was low, glowing from white bars along the walls, except where a man stood around a clear box. A second man laid inside, the focus of dozens of computers and small beams of light moving up and down his form. The man standing turned in their direction. He had short brown hair and a big muscular frame, wearing a white labcoat over his blue and black police uniform.
"What do you have for us, Matt?" Donna smiled warmly. Matt was one of her rarer lovers. Between his legs he only had a cunt, and preferred the company of men, specifically those with cocks. Girls with cock gene-fixes were a sometimes an acceptable substitute. Donna slept with everyone who was willing and spent no small amount of time trying to convince those who weren't. The medical technician had been something of a challenge but sooner or later everyone softened to her.
"Just like you, Donna," Matt said with a wry look, "to hop straight back into the thick of things. Did being stuck on petty patrol wind up your springs that much?" He glanced at Renata, eyes going up and down her body. His gaze flicked to Donna; she shook her head. Renata had no girlcock, so he was automatically not interested. Donna wasn't surprised when Matt turned his eyes to his work, though to Renata's credit his had gaze lingered on her massive tits. Whatever one's preference, Renata's breasts were an amazing sight to behold.
Touching a holographic screen, Matt said, "It's possible our man here didn't take this tentacle gene-fix voluntarily. He was jabbed in the back, here, just right of the left shoulderblade. There's a minor disruption in the musculature below that was retained after the formation of the extra limbs, that's how I found it. It's about three weeks old, near as I can tell."
Renata stepped around the large clear box in which Nathan Darmeida was laying. His skin was mottled in green and gray in places and many of his tentacles were still attached. Tiny white and blue robots were crawling over his skin, carefuly administering a medical gene-fix to correct his anatomy. Renata leaned down and examined the man. At his crotch the machines would have their work cut out for him, his cock had been transformed into six long tentacular tubes ending in bulbous cockheads. Cum leaked from the small orifices.
"I'm working on tracing the particular molecular mix," Matt said, typing with one hand on a holographic display. "And looking for the nano-type, but it seems the gene-fix has run its course. A lot of the bots are likely burned up, along with the gene-markers. It's been too long. If you want a better lead you'll need to bring in someone even fresher."
"That may be difficult," Renata said, straightening to look at Matt. Donna had to hold back her smile when the German woman crossed her arms. Her shirt was torn, so as the gesture pushed her breasts up a tear widened with a tiny, barely audible ripping sound. Despite that, Renata's hard look was unflappable, and seemed to say, "You need to do better."
Matt was quick to take the meaning, snorting. "I don't doubt it'll be hard, Lieutenant Deckholdt, but fieldwork isn't my concern. You bring me a fresh one, I'll get you all the juicy chemical and nano details. Unless you want to bend the laws of physics for me, which if you don't think it's too much trouble, you're certainly welcome to try."
"When will he be able to speak?" Renata said.
Matt walked around the case, touching a particular clear space. A diagram of the man's nervous system appeared. It looked considerably larger than what Donna knew a normal human possessed; she supposed it would have to be, to control all those tentacles. He'd had at least fifty growing off his body, more if she counted the slightly smaller ones that had replaced his cock. And he certainly knew how to control them, Donna recalled with a slight shiver in her cunt. Matt said, "It'll be a week or so until the bots are done cleaning him up. Then they psyches will get their turn. Might be able to see him before then, but that'll depend on what the initial review says."
"Thanks, Matt," Donna smiled. "It's a start. We know we're dealing with something more than a few gene-fix smugglers." Renata and Donna left the examination room. Outside she touched the small band around her neck, that held her contact to Castle Prime. She asked the central computer to run a department inquiry with particular details on Nathan Darmeida, his close associates, and, though she knew it was foolish, scheduled orgies in the district. Such sex parties were so common she'd have thousands of hits before the end of the day. But since it was a tentacle monster's basic MO to find and fuck a modest harem of a dozen or so people, it was prudent to at least try.
Commands issued, she thanked the computer and turned to Renata. "While the computers are chewing on all that I think we should spend time working on you." Donna smiled, seeing no reason to hide her ulterior motive. She wanted to get Renata naked and properly fucked as soon as possible.
"We have a case, Donna," Renata said, expression showing she knew what Donna really wanted. "Shouldn't we follow up on your inquiries? Your city's computer must be competent enough to give us a beginning. A man was transformed against his will and set on others and that may be happening to someone else right this instant. We do not have time to play around."
"Ordinarily, you'd be right," Donna said. She glanced around the wide station halls. No one was close. Donna brushed back her brown curls and leaned toward Renata, lowering her voice to a whisper. "But just between us, there's that personal liability. I think it's worth taking some time to iron that out, don't you? Especially since it seems we're going to be running into more of those things. Unless you're fine with our investigation being set back days or weeks each time we do." Donna grinned. "On second thought, imagine the fuckings we'll get. Maybe you're right, let's just go to it."
Renata flushed ever so slightly and her lips curled to the barest frown. Donna could see the long legged blonde wanted nothing more than to lash out, in that prim and proper way she had, and put Donna in her place. Except she couldn't this time because Donna was right. She tried not to let the obvious joy of that feeling show. Much. Renata's sensual lips pressed together. "Point taken," she said, crossing her arms. "Very well, Donna, we'll do things your way. But I warn you, this is no simple task. If that were the case I would have learned to control things years ago."
Leading the way to the department docking area, Donna called her SquadCar so it'd be waiting when they reached the platform. She had a wonderful bounce in her step, and could barely keep her eyes off Renata.
Finally,
she thought with a cock-stirring and pussy-wetting flush of victory,
I've got those sweet tits all to myself.
She wasn't sure she could wait until they reached her apartment.
|
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"police",
"futanari",
"female",
"investigation",
"milk",
"huge tits",
"science fiction"
] |
Confessions of a Sissy
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/confessions-of-a-sissy
| 4.16 | null |
Crossdressing
|
Confessions of a Sissy Crossdresser
Prologue: When I was young, I'd place ads in Craigslist looking for men who liked sissy crossdressers. I lived out my wildest fantasies a hundred times over. This is the story of some of those nights.
Time passed, months, maybe years, who knows, and the dress was gone and a just a beatup skirt and sweater and the Broadway bars were 8th avenue bars, but soon even these joints with their hustlers, pushers, pimps, queens and would be thugs kicked her out. LAST EXIT TO BROOKLYN, Hubert Selby, Jr.
It's a gravel parking lot now. The lake, in the back, where men used to have sex, is still there. The gay resort, and all the gay bars down the street, are demolished now. Crossdressing changed everything for me. I went from having no sex, to having as much sex as I wanted. In my 20's, my sexual exploits were almost too good to be true.
By my 30's, I knew I was never going to have a family. In my 40's, I didn't know what I wanted. I knew my femme life was almost over though. I didn't want to be saggy, wrinkled and alone in life. There are a lot of lonely and broken souls out there. On KIK, I started getting messages from a crossdresser named Taticd.
Taticd: Hey
Me: Hi, gurl
Taticd: Do you still want to dress together?
Me: Yes, if you do
Taticd: Ok. When?
Me: I don't know
Taticd: How about tonight?
Me: Okay
Taticd: Let's find straight guys
Me: Okay!
Taticd: Have you been to the Lava Club?
Me: No, never. Have you?
Taticd: Yeah, it sucks. All femmes. No men.
Me: Hun, we could walk around an adult bookstore
Taticd: Yes! That would be fun!!!!
Me: Which one?
After a few conversations, I stopped taking her seriously. Meanwhile, I'd venture out alone to one of the few gay bars left where I was surrounded by gay men. I'd sit there feeling out of place. Then, one summer night, after a thunderstorm had rolled by, I met Taticd at an adult bookstore near where she lived.
She was a beautiful Latina with wide hips and penny colored skin. She wore a flimsy red dress and fishnet stockings.
"Come on, let's find some men," she said pulling me into the store. There weren't many people there. A few elderly men, a lesbian couple, one young unattractive guy. We were in and out.
"Where are the straight guys?" she wondered. She looked like J-Lo, with her guitar shape and wide hips, if J-Lo was a tranny.
"The Sapphire Men's Club is a few miles away," I suggested.
"Yessssss, let's go, girlfriend!"
The parking lot was packed. I had on heels, thigh highs, panties, a brown short sleeve blouse and a brunette wig with red highlights. We went inside. Every table was taken. The Master of Ceremonies asked the crowd to clap for the ladies on the stage. Taticd whistled and pumped her fists in the air.
"Aye dios mio! Hot guys everywhere!" she exclaimed.
We finished our beers, so I went to the bar, for round two. I squeezed in to the bar shoulder to shoulder with two guys. A group of college guys crowded in behind me.
"The fuck!? A shemale? It's popping out! It's the size of a tootsie roll! Faggots! These weirdos have mental health problems!"
I paid for the beers and found Taticd sitting at a table with two men. I dropped off the beers and told Taticd that I wanted to walk around. Taticd pulled me a few feet away from the table.
"What's wrong? Do you like these guys? We can go back to my place. Find a guy! Are you okay? Find someone!" She hugged me. I walked around.
Throughout the bar men and women sat at tables drinking and laughing. I wanted to go home. I saw a stunning blonde dancer on the main stage. The way she moved her body was mesmerizing. Her body was perfect. She was having the time of her life and getting paid for it.
"My compliments," a male voice said.
He leaned against the wall. His hair was jet black. His shirt was open a few buttons, his chest was hairy, he had on nice slacks and a sports coat. He had a bushy moustache that curled up at the edges.
"I compliment you for coming in here dressed like that. Alone. That's very brave," he remarked, looking at my legs.
"I'm not alone."
"Ahhh, well. You look like you are."
"My friend is over there talking to some guys."
"You're either very brave or very crazy."
"Yeah, well, probably a little of both."
"In college, I wasted sixteen weeks of my life in a philosophy class. I can admire the sex appeal of breasts and contemplate how meaningless existence is simultaneously. Life is a series of random events. Schopenhair, a depressed German philosopher, concluded the human condition is an endless cycle of desires and pain. And why would Schopenhair lie?" he mused.
I let the silence linger for a moment.
"Well, you pull it off exquisitely. You look amazing. In a room full of attractive women, you manage to stand out."
"I'm not a woman."
"That is a matter of opinion."
"I'm a guy in drag. Turn the lights on and it's Halloween."
My attention was elsewhere. I watched the dancers.
"You are as beautiful as she is."
"I could never be that hot."
"How is she any different that you are?"
"She doesn't have a dick."
"You are getting hung up on body parts. You try harder to be feminine. She only works here to get OnlyFans subscribers."
He turned me around so that my back was facing him. He grabbed my butt cheek, squeezing it, fondling it, making it bounce around.
"There is nothing she can do. That you can't do. My house is not far away. I have beer and wine. You can stay all night. The root of all suffering is unquenched desire, my dear."
A song ended, the MC urged the crowd to applaud for Misty, Kaneisha and Bethany. Three new ladies came on stage.
"It's weird. I sometimes feel alone in a crowded room. I don't want to be alone tonight," his hand caressed my butt.
I circled around the smokey room. I came around the main bar, where dancers were sitting on a bench by a door that led to their dressing room. They watched me walk by. I came around to the table where Taticd was sitting with three guys.
"Hey!" Taticd said.
"Hi."
"Mira, es muy lindo!"
"What?"
"This one's for you. Come on, we're leaving!"
"Right now!?"
I caught up with them outside. "Can I talk to you?" I asked Taticd near her car. She blurted out a mix of English and Spanish. A guy came up behind me, "Hey, what's up?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied. "I'm Colton," he smiled. We shook hands. He was basketball player tall with a frat guy college look.
She lived a few miles away. Taticd and the two men went into the bedroom, leaving Colton and I in the living room. The bedroom door was open. He went to the kitchen, and came back with two beers, he handed one to me. We heard sucking and slurping sounds from the bedroom.
"So, how long you been doing the chick with dick thing?"
"A few years."
"Are you looking for something tonight?"
"No, not really."
"Wait. You aren't looking for a good time?"
"I don't know."
FWAPP, FWAPP, FWAPP. "Ohhhhhyyeessssssss, Papiiii."
"Whatever. I can leave if you want."
"No, no. I'm sorry."
He kicked off his sneakers. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, let it all drop the floor. He grabbed his cock by the base, helping it get firmer.
"Why do you like being a chick?"
"It's hard to explain."
"Well, try."
Spanking noises came from the bedroom.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Yeah, right. You like being fucked?"
"Yes."
"Does it feel better dressed like a chick?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Why do you care?"
He put his hand behind my wig and pulled my face down onto his cock. I opened my mouth, it slide down my throat. I bobbed up and down on it a few times, then stumbled back to the chair.
FWAPP, FWAPP. "Ohhhhh fuuukkyeesssssss, Dame mas!
"Hey, I'm sorry about my friends."
"Huh?"
"At the bar. My friends."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Those guys that laughed at you. They called you a faggot. A bunch of assholes. What's wrong with being a faggot? Some people are born fags. You can be a faggot if you want to be a faggot."
FWAPP, FWAPP, FWAPP. "I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuummmmmm."
He pushed me down onto his cock again. I gave him head for a few minutes then sat back on the couch. It was almost more than I could fit in my mouth. He lifted me to my feet, so that he could slide my panties down my legs and toss them away.
"Do you have any KY?"
"Can we talk first, please?"
"You don't wannna to talk. You walked into a strip club dressed like a whore. Where is the KY, slut?"
"In my purse."
SMACK, SMACK. "Mas duro, Papi! Me encanta!"
He smeared KY jelly all over his cock and sat on the couch. I stood nearby, knowing what he wanted, knowing what would happen next, but not feeling in the right mood to do it. He stood up, reached out to my hand, and tugged me over to the couch. I got on top of him.
"You look like a real girl."
"I'm a guy in heels and a wig."
"A tight hole is a tight hole."
He worked the tip of his cock inside my butt hole. With one powerful thrust he was deep inside me. He pulled me in for a kiss. He stuck his tongue down my throat. I was doing the same to him.
"Slut!"
He held my hips while he was fucking me.
"Faggot!"
He pumped me as hard as he could.
"You love fat cocks!"
I hung onto the back of the couch. He pulled me in for another intense make out session while pile driving my hole.
"You're my bitch now!"
He was stretching me out.
"Tell me you love it! Say it!!"
"I-I luuuuuvvvvit," I whispered.
He put a small bottle in my face, with his right hand.
"Do a hit."
He pushed the bottle under my nose.
I resisted.
"Take it!" he screamed.
I put the bottle under my nose and inhaled. It hit me immediately. I got dizzy. I was sinking in a pool of water. A warmth swirled through my body. My muscles went limp. I saw only black.
He grunted and groaned, like a deranged animal, pumping me as hard as he could. His voice was mechanical like a nightmare.
"TaKiNG iT Up the aSS!"
"Stooooooop."
He was tearing me in half.
"tEaRiNG THaT aSS Upp!"
"Godplzzzz helllpmeee."
His fingers clawed at my blouse.
"Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhhhh fuck."
He was glazed in his own sweat. For some reason, I felt like I was in control, I owned him, not the other way around. He grabbed my hips, making me take every inch. He climaxed in ecstasy and slumped against the couch. I tumbled off the couch to the floor.
My vision came back. Near the bedroom door, Taticd and both men, were staring at me. Taticd ran over. "Oh my God, are you okay? Get her some water," Taticd helped me up. "He fucking loved it," Colton spat. "I'll be in my room, honey, if you need me," Taticd said softly. She walked back to her bedroom. The door closed behind them.
"I saw you talking to that guy. Teasing him!" he seethed. "You'll remember me forever. You're addicted to cock. Getting fucked is all you are good for. Don't catch AIDS," he taunted. He stormed out. I sat there in the darkness. I loved wearing that brown blouse with the buttons on the sleeves, it matched my wig so perfectly.
|
[
"swallowing",
"crossdresser",
"crossdressing",
"sissy",
"sissification",
"submission",
"dominance",
"trans",
"transexual",
"sucking"
] |
My Coach's Cock
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/my-coachs-cock
| 4.38 | null |
Interracial Love
|
I'm a new teacher, Ms. B, in my 2nd year at one of like 2 high schools in the small town I've lived in for half my life. The same high school I went to and graduated from. Now I work with the same teachers that taught me just a few years ago. The same English teacher I used to cry to about my high school boyfriend while she tried to grade papers. The same history teacher I now can't stand. And the same volleyball coach that used to run all of my workouts. I wasn't quite as fond of him then. But now...his thick, muscular, solid build and stern face makes my body crave him.
His smooth deep brown skin and thick solid arms never fail to make me blush in the those same hallways now. He seems to have the same affect on most of the young teachers based on the rumor about him being a man-whore fucking half the teachers at the school. He was single after all...and we all wanted to be the one in the receiving role of that rumor.
To Coach, I'm a just a new teacher in my 20s. And my new coworker...is around 56 and still has this sexy dad/coach build. His stomach is a little bigger, and his waist is definitely not what it used to be, but his arms are thick and strong looking. He has this like swag when he walks that I just can't stop thinking about. He wears track suits or basketball shorts every day and a thin gold cross chain and his whistle. And my classroom is right by the weight room and gym. We started with just having polite conversation in passing and then I locked my keys in my classroom in accident. He had to come let me in and when he did I asked him if he'd get a couple boxes off of my top bookshelf for me. I sat down at my desk and turned my computer on and he had walked over and leaned down with his hand on my desk and asked if he could do anything else for me. I panicked and said no, thank you and then got up and rushed out of the room too nervous to do anything.
After that he smiled more and more and winked a few times and I just kept feeling myself get hot and wet at the thought of passing him in the hallway. This went on my entire first school year and nothing happened until last week and I'm so fucking turned on and I want more...
About a week ago I needed him to unlock the building and my classroom on a Saturday for me to do a lot of very last minute decorating and organizing. I used my best pouty voice on the phone when I called to ask him to give up his Saturday morning to come to school early. Though I didn't have to beg much as he pretty quickly said he'd let me in and said he didn't want me alone in the building while the construction guys worked on the other hall which I appreciated, more than I knew I would.
I pulled in the parking lot and realized there were still a lot of work trucks from the renovation of the weight room. I'd worn my shirt flirty little tennis skirt and athletic halter and my hair in messy braided pigtails hanging loosely and framing my face. I'd very intentionally neglected to wear a bra so my perky nipples were really demanding attention to any man I came across. And suddenly the thought of being alone in my classroom while a dozen construction guys worked on the weight room right by my hall became the most terrifying and exciting thought to drift into my filthy and overly sexual mind.
I didn't have to be alone in that daydream for long as Coach Mac snapped me out of the trance I'd been in as I watched the workers carrying supplies to and from trucks as I walked up to the doors of the school.
"You think they're givin' it to half the teachers too?"
He caught me so off guard by pulling me out of my daydream but also by making a joke about the rumors about him that I had no idea he knew. And because the way he said it was so low deep and sexy that his voice alone made my pussy throb against my lace thong.
As we walked down the hall I could see him licking his lips and watching my ass sway in the reflection of the trophy case. I'm fairly certain I even saw him rub his crotch. I would have assumed I was delusional until about 5 seconds into being in my classroom when I realized how much I was about to be used up.
Coach put his hand on the small of my back to gently move me so he could get to the door and unlock it...I was frozen and excited like an innocent naive school girl at this point. He confidently walked in my classroom, sat in my desk chair and leaned back and spread his legs like a comfortable guy position in his ball shorts and I needed to fuck him so bad in that moment I don't know what came over me.
I apparently had been staring and the coach just looked at me and patted my desk and I obeyed like a dog...I imagine he's been smooth his entire adult life and I know I've heard rumors of him fucking teachers....mostly the ones we all started and ran with...and I definitely was testing how far I could go with the flirty conversations in the hall.
Coach left nothing to the imagination and no time to be wasted as he sat, legs spread wide, shorts tight around that fat, thick cock that's already starting to get noticeably fucking hard I'm already dripping.
"Get over here, bitch," he says like I'm already his property.
I didn't think. I just did as I was told and climbed up on the desk, my short little tennis skirt fell around the tops of my thick thighs and the thin little shorts attached were hiked up between my ass cheeks making my pussy lips engulf the shorts and reveal the camel toe created by my fat pussy lips.
"Look at you, pretending you're innocent," he growls. "But I know that nasty little cunt's been soaking for me. You've been dripping all year, waiting for me to fuck you stupid."
He presses his mouth right on my pussy over my shorts and my thong, his warm breath and wet lips sending shockwaves through my body and making my roll my hips and arch my back pushing my tits out as I rolled my head back.
"Mmmm, thats a good girl, get ready for me babygirl" he moaned in a low controlled voice as he moved his hands up to the top of my skirt and pulled it off with quick intent.
I made a cute little surprised moaned and had to control myself to not just thrust my dripping pussy at his face and pull his head into me...
The control didn't last long as his own primal lust drove his mouth between my thighs like a dog in heat ready to lap me up with his demanding lips and a tongue that was so hungry for my needy fat little pussy. His tongue drags slow, torturing me, making me tremble...And then he sucks each pussy lip into his big sexy lips one at a time like he was savoring the taste.
"You like that, don't you? Little slut." he said with a low almost evil smirk.
"Yes Coach Mac...please don't stop..."
He looked up at my from under his eyelashes with my pussy juice already glazing his sexy dark skin, gripped my thighs, and said "I'm about to get exactly what I want from your young sweet little ass, Ms. B, and you will thank me after."
"Yes Coach Mac" I whimpered almost pleading him to just fucking keep going.
He pulls back, eyes dark with obsessive need. He spins me around, bends me over the desk, and smacks my bare ass hard forcing a yelp of pleasure and pain from my mouth.
"Fuck you've always been a nasty bitch. I wanted to ruin this sweet little pink pussy for so long. You better be worth it, you worthless fucking cunt."
Then his cock presses in, thick and slow, stretching me tight until I'm gasping, nails digging into the desk.
"Take it, tight little fuck toy. This pussy's mine to ruin. I've waited patiently and I'm not going easy until I fill Daddy's good little bitch up. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." I whimper...pleading silently for him to fuck me hard and fast and send me over the edge.
He pulls out and teases the lips of my pussy again and wraps my braids around his fits and yanks my head back to see him looking down at me and growls "Yes what..."
"Yes Sir...Yes Coach Mac...take what's yours." I whimper like the obedient bitch I wanted him to make me.
He chuckled another evil short laugh before he said "Good girl" and slammed into my soaking wet tight pussy so hard that my tits slapped the desk making me cry out.
He fucked me hard and deep, every slap of his hips on my ass making me wetter, louder, more desperate.
"Mmm you like this, don't you? You little bitch, all used up by your old coaches thick black cock."
"Yes! Oh fuck yes please daddy...please sir...please give me more!"
Coach pulled me off of his massive cock, thick enough that I swear I thought it would get stuck in me, and drops into the chair. spreads my ass cheeks and buries his tongue deep in my asshole.
"Oh holy fuck yes!!! Please please let me cum!" I yelled out, not caring who could hear us from the construction team I hoped was listening.
He rimmed and tongue fucked my asshole until I was right on the verge of a massive orgasm and he stopped and said "I didn't said you could cum babygirl, bounce for daddy like the desperate little whore you are. Show Coach how bad you need this cock."
I immediately began to twerk my thick fat ass on his hard big black monster of a cock. Bouncing so eagerly that my heels lifted with each jump.
"Oh yessss!" I whimpered and cried pathetically "Yes yes yesss oh Godddd!!!"
I felt the huge wave of my first orgasm rush in and send electricity through my entire body radiating from my pussy that was now squirting and causing my legs to shake.
Coach moaned "oh fuckin hell yes baby girl soak that thick cock" and then grabbed my tiny waist and slammed my still dripping wet pussy down onto his cock hard enough that I thought he might rip me in half.
He slid into me as deep as his cock would go with both hands gripping my body like a fleshlight a few times as he grunted and then let out a snarl as he pulled me down onto him so every inch was inside me.
He let out a breathy growl like a primal creature as he shot his thick hot load into me making my body ride another massive wave of orgasm.
He pulled my back onto his chest, wrapped an arm around my body and put the other around my head to grip my forehead from behind a he breathed into my ear "I own you now, sweet girl...say thank you sir".
Shivers went down my spine and my toes curled as I gasped and breathed "yes sir...thank you sir..."
|
[
"dominant",
"teacher",
"bbc",
"coach",
"degrading",
"praise",
"rough fuck",
"young slut",
"age gap",
"dirty talk"
] |
Literotica
Content warning: This dataset contains adult/NSFW fiction and may include explicit sexual content. You must be 18+ (or the age of majority in your jurisdiction) to use it. Please apply appropriate content filters and safeguards when training or serving models built on this data.
Dataset Summary
A large collection of user-submitted erotic short stories scraped from the public website Literotica.
The dataset (single default
configuration) contains approximately ~460k records with story text and metadata (title, author, URL, rating, votes, category, tags). Files are stored as Parquet shards and exposed via the datasets
library.
- Rows: ~460,000 (train only)
- Shards:
data/train-00000-of-00030.parquet
…data/train-00029-of-00030.parquet
This is a community upload intended for research on content moderation, NSFW detection, stylistic modeling, and general LM pretraining with safety controls. Respect the original authors and site policies.
Supported Tasks and Benchmarks
- Language Modeling / Next-Token Prediction — train causal LMs or adapters on long-form narrative text.
- Content/Topic Classification — use
category
andtags
to build multi-label classifiers (e.g., safety taxonomies, topic tags). - Rating/Vote Modeling — predict continuous ratings or engagement proxies (
rating
,votes
). - Retrieval / RAG — index
text
+ metadata for similarity search and content filtering.
Languages
Primarily English (may contain other languages in small amounts; no language field is provided).
Dataset Structure
Data Instances
Each row represents one story.
{
"title": "Example title",
"author": "Example author or null",
"url": "https://www.literotica.com/s/example-slug",
"rating": 4.6,
"votes": 1234.0,
"category": "Romance",
"text": "<string containing adult fiction>",
"tags": ["tag1", "tag2"]
}
Note: Actual texts are explicit; sample above is redacted.
Data Fields
Field | Type | Description |
---|---|---|
title |
string | Story title. |
author |
string | Author display name (may be null ). |
url |
string | Source URL on literotica.com. |
rating |
float64 | Site rating (<=4.0). |
votes |
float64 | Number of votes (stored as float in source schema). |
category |
string | High-level category chosen on the site. |
text |
string | Full story text (NSFW). |
tags |
list[str] | User/site tags, if available. |
Data Splits
Single split:
Split | Rows |
---|---|
train | ~460,000 |
Usage
Load with datasets
from datasets import load_dataset
ds = load_dataset("timpal0l/literotica", split="train", trust_remote_code=False)
print(ds)
print(ds.features)
Basic filtering examples
# Highly rated stories
top = ds.filter(lambda ex: ex["rating"] is not None and ex["rating"] >= 4.5)
# Specific category
romance = ds.filter(lambda ex: ex["category"] == "Romance")
# Tag contains (case-insensitive)
def has_tag(ex, q="lesbian"):
tags = ex["tags"] or []
return any((t or "").lower() == q for t in tags)
filtered = ds.filter(has_tag)
Tokenization for LM training (streaming recommended)
from datasets import load_dataset
from transformers import AutoTokenizer
stream = load_dataset("timpal0l/literotica", split="train", streaming=True)
tok = AutoTokenizer.from_pretrained("gpt2", use_fast=True)
def batch_tokenize(batch):
return tok(batch["text"], truncation=True, max_length=2048)
Consider deduplication, length filtering, and safety red-teaming before training.
Source Data
- Original source: User-submitted stories on literotica.com (community site).
- Provenance: This repo hosts a compiled dump in Parquet format; scraping/collection details may not be fully documented.
Annotations
No additional human annotations beyond site metadata (category
, tags
, ratings).
Licensing Information
License is set to other
because the underlying works are authored by third parties on literotica.com.
Rights likely remain with the original authors and/or the platform. Before redistributing, training commercial models, or hosting outputs, review and comply with Literotica’s Terms of Use and copyright policies and seek permission where required. This repository does not claim ownership of the texts and shares them for research; downstream users are responsible for legal compliance.
Ethical Considerations & Risks
- NSFW & explicit content: Contains graphic sexual material; do not expose to minors or general audiences. Apply strict content moderation when using in demos or products.
- Consent & harm: Stories may depict sensitive themes. Avoid deploying models that generate unsafe or non-consensual content; implement safety classifiers, prompts, and guardrails.
- Bias & stereotypes: Tags/categories can encode social biases. Evaluate and mitigate representational harm.
- Attribution: Respect original authors; avoid implying endorsement.
- Data quality: Some fields may be missing (
author
,tags
), andvotes
is stored as float in the schema.
Known Limitations
- Single split (
train
) only; no official dev/test. - Text length varies widely; some stories are very long.
- Metadata is noisy/inconsistent; tags are user-generated.
- Language is primarily English but not guaranteed.
Maintenance
Owner: @timpal0l
(uploader on the Hub). Use the Community tab on the dataset page for issues and discussions.
Citation
If you use this dataset, please cite both the dataset and the original platform:
@misc{timpal0l_literotica_2025,
title = {Literotica (community dataset)},
author = {timpal0l},
howpublished = {Hugging Face Datasets},
year = {2025},
url = {https://huggingface.co/datasets/timpal0l/literotica}
}
Also acknowledge the original authors and literotica.com in your work.
Changelog
- Initial community upload with 30 Parquet shards (train split only).
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