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Forced Submission

Posted on May 9, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Matty would never have expected Scott, the university jock and his lifelong bully, to look at him with lust. For all of high school, Scott tormented Matty mercilessly, doubling his efforts as soon as Matty came out as gay. Tonight, however, as Matty is studying alone in the quietest part of the library, he is confronted by Scott, and it’s clear the jock doesn’t have a beating in mind. As Scott issues commands which bring to life Matty’s wildest sexual fantasies, he can’t figure out if the jock is really gay, or just horny. The only think he does know is he’s eager to submit to whatever this muscular stud has in mind.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a twink and his jock bully that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Matty grabbed his backpack and shoved his papers into it, then stacked up the books he still needed to go through. He looked up at the other table again and found it empty. Scott’s stuff was still there, but the man was not. Matty gasped and frantically looked around—was the beat-down coming?

“Dude,” Scott said from behind him.

Matty whipped around, the table and chair clattering loudly in the funereal library. He glanced around, hoping the sudden noise had caught the attention of another student, or maybe Jennifer, but no one was there. It was just Matty and Scott, surrounded by books, on the attic-like third floor of the library.

Matty looked up at Scott, taking in his incredible body, framed by slim jeans and a tight shirt, until he finally met the man’s eyes.

“Yeah?” Matty said, voice quivering.

Scott still had an intense look on his face, but it didn’t seem to be all rage and hatred anymore. Matty couldn’t figure it out, but it still terrified him.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, is he going to kill me?

Scott leaned forward and Matty leaned back—so far that the edge of the table jabbed into his back and he still kept folding himself back as far as he could go. Scott still moved closer. Matty could smell the man—a heady mix of his deodorant and personal musk. And a strong whiff of that made him lightheaded, but only for a moment. Finally, Matty couldn’t lean back any further, yet Scott still pressed on.

Soon, their bodies were touching, Scott’s thick chest pressed against Matty’s lean, twink body. And then Scott’s lips brushed Matty’s ear. Like a live wire, Matty felt a jolt, a shock from the touch. His body jumped, bumping harder against Scott’s solid form.

And then Scott stopped leaning forward. He whispered, “Why the fuck do you have to do this to me, you little shit?”

That felt like the precursor to a beating. Matty squirmed, trying to get away, but he was caged in by Scott’s chest and his massive arms, bracing the table on either side of Matty. He panicked, his heart racing and his mind going just as fast, but pushing through that was his erotic imagination—he was entrapped by this hunk, this bad-ass bully. What if...what if Scott were to kiss him?

Matty shook his head, trying to knock that absurd thought out. Not only did Scott hate Matty with every fibre of his being, but the man was also straight. Matty almost never saw him without a girl under his arm.

“What are you shaking your head for?” Scott said, still whispering in Matty’s ear. His breath was hot, making Matty’s ear moist. “Are you saying you don’t want this?”

“Wh—what? Want what?” Am I being asked if I want a beating?

“Don’t you fags want any cock you can get?”

Matty turned his head, almost bashing his nose against Scott’s. “What?”

Scott stared at him, his gaze travelling down Matty’s face until it rested on his lips. Now he knew what that other intense emotion was—he could see it now. Lust. Scott was fucking lusting for him.

Sorority Seduction

Posted on May 9, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

In retaliation for last weekend’s panty raid, Jessica’s sorority sisters drag her along on a jockstrap raid. Jessica wants nothing to do with that frat house or the men in it — for one of them is Josh, her cheating ex. Her sisters have other ideas; they want her to personally steal Josh’s jockstrap as a sort-of revenge for the hurt he caused her. But when she rummages around in his dresser in the dark, she discovers she’s not alone — Josh is in bed and under the covers. In a moment of weakness and lust, Jessica’s old feelings for Josh come roaring back, and no matter how hard she fights those feelings, she knows she can’t resist him much longer.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit sex scene and is intended for mature adults only.

On the second floor, I made my way down the hall to the end, to where Josh’s room was. My heart pounded harder and harder as I got closer. Josh wasn’t in there, I had to keep telling myself. He was at the football game with the rest of the assholes in this house.

Maybe ... maybe stealing his jockstrap would feel slightly cathartic. Perhaps trashing his room would feel even better. My nervousness seemed to dissipate as I contemplated how furious I might make him by invading his privacy like this. I could come to enjoy this.

I flicked off my light and put my cell in my pocket — there would be enough moonlight coming in the window to see my way.

Still not knowing why I strove to be so quiet, I gently laid my hand on the doorknob and entered, closing the door behind me without even the softest click. On the left was Josh’s bed and on the right was his desk and dresser. I crossed the room to his dresser and slid open the top drawer, where I knew he stored his socks and underwear. A bit of a funk wafted up and hit my nose — not everything in here was clean.

I grimaced as I reached in, vowing to slather my hands with sanitizer as soon as I got back to the sorority house. I pulled a few things out, holding them up to the moonlight to see if it was a jockstrap. Nope — these were briefs. I rifled through the contents of the drawer, hoping he had more than one jockstrap and that this wasn’t futile effort. If he was wearing his jock at the game right now, I’d have to settle for some briefs or something.

“Jessica?” a masculine voice said. My heart stopped and it felt like my stomach fell. Josh was here?

I turned around, slowly, still holding briefs in my hand. Josh was lying in bed, shirtless and under his blanket. Somehow I’d missed him when I came in — but I hadn’t expected to find him, anyway. And, dammit, I felt a warmth growing between my thighs. Despite his whorish ways, the mere sight of him still turned me on.

“Jessica ... what are you doing?” he asked. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, like he still wasn’t sure if he was actually seeing me.

“Why aren’t you at the game?” I asked, words tumbling out in a rush. I suddenly realized I still had his briefs in my hand — I quickly put them back in the drawer and slid it closed.

“I’m on suspension from the team until my grades improve,” he said. “What are you doing here?” he asked again.

I struggled to come up with some excuse, some explanation. “I don’t know,” I finally said.

He pushed aside his blanket and stood up — oh, God, he was wearing only a tight pair of briefs. His muscles shone in the moonlight, making him seem like an Adonis, and his bulge stood out prominently. And I knew that bulge intimately — I knew that even though it was large, he was still soft. Josh had a massive dick and managed to do things to me that no other guy was even capable of.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked. The anger I’d expected to hear in his voice wasn’t there; he didn’t seem to mind that he’d found me in his bedroom, uninvited.

Golden Showers (Piss-Loving Boys #3)

Posted on May 9, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Slowly, I began angling my hard, stiff cock toward my face. The fountain of piss turned into an arc, making its way up my torso, making more of me wet with my hot, fetid piss. Some of it splashed on my chin — I clamped my mouth shut, but continued moving that golden arch toward my face.

My bladder showed no sign of emptying — it still burned with the sensation of being far too full. Good, because I wasn’t ready for this to end.

And, finally, my piss landed on my face, pounding against my mouth, demanding that my lips open and I taste my golden nectar, straight from the tap. But I couldn’t bring myself to open my lips and taste what I so badly wanted to taste — some part of me was still rebelling, some part that wasn’t ready to admit that I might be into far dirtier and kinkier sex than I ever imagined.

But I had to open my mouth — I didn’t know how long it would take for me to work up to pissing on myself again, so I had to do it now or else I’d regret it for weeks. I just had to open them a little bit, let a few drops splash in, that was all…

I opened my mouth and my stream poured right in. My hot, salty, tangy piss flooded my mouth, spilling out the sides. I continued to let my piss fill my mouth, but I still refused to swallow. I think some part of me knew that if I swallowed, there was no turning back. But why was I doing this? I had to keep asking myself that — I was doing this because I wanted to experience what I saw online. If I was going to do that, I had to swallow it down.

I shut my eyes tight — I have no idea why — and swallowed what was in my mouth. My piss poured down my throat and sloshed into my stomach. That was … not bad. Actually, it was pretty hot.

I opened my mouth again, let it fill up, and swallowed down another mouthful. And I did it one more time before my bladder finally started to approach empty. My arc of sparkling golden pleasure shrank, hitting only my abs, and then it sputtered out, sending a few last drops rolling out of my slit and down the shaft of my cock.

Submitting To My Black Master

Posted on May 8, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

It’s Adam’s first day in prison and he’s terrified. His uncle warned him what to expect, that someone might take advantage of a pretty-boy like him, but that going along with it could get him protection. But no matter how much he’s prepared himself for this moment, he’s quaking in fear when he sees his cellmate—Tyrone—a tall, muscle-bound, dominating black man who has a thing for skinny white guys like him. When the cells are locked and the lights go out, just as Adam thinks his cellmate might leave him alone, Tyrone clamps his hand over Adam’s mouth and whispers in his ear, “Don’t scream, white boy.” Yet, despite his fear, Adam can’t get over how turned on he is as he realizes he has no choice but to submit to his black master.

WARNING: This 4,700-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a dominating black man and a skinny white guy that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

A heavy set of footsteps echoed up the range, coming our way. I looked at the cell door and saw a portly guard walk by, looking in our cell to ensure Tyrone and I were both inside. I made eye contact with the guard and he gave me a look of pity, a look that told me he knew I wouldn’t last long, and then he continued on, checking the rest of the cells. Ten minutes later, the lights went out in all the cells, leaving only a dim illumination from the corridor.

My heart pounded in my chest and I knew my eyes were bug-eyed. I tried to still my breathing to calm my entire body, so that I could listen for any movements below me. Would he do it tonight? After what felt like half an hour of total silence and stillness, my heart calmed and my eyes drifted closed. Maybe I would be okay.

Then I heard the rustle of fabric from the bed beneath me. I strained to hear any further sounds, but it was silent. Okay, he just rolled over.

I jerked and gasped when a hand landed over my mouth.

“Don’t scream, white boy.” Tyrone’s voice was low and harsh in my ear. “Now get on your fuckin’ knees.”

He released his hand from my face and I didn’t scream — I was too terrified to do so. I shuffled to the edge of the bunk and hopped down, but in my nervousness, I stumbled and fell to my knees in front of him. Something heavy and warm slapped my forehead.

Oh, God, it was his cock. And it was fucking huge!

Hot Tub Seduction

Posted on May 8, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Pizza delivery boy Frank feels like the luckiest man on earth when two hot older women in a hot tub desperately want his sausage pizza. Frank is a virgin with a high libido and a thing for older women, so just the sight of these two ladies in the hot tub is enough to get his fantasies going. But then it becomes increasingly clear that the women intend to seduce him and use him as their pleasure toy. Despite the imminent return of the women’s husbands, Frank can’t help himself as he gives in to his desires and decides this is the perfect time to finally lose his virginity.

WARNING: This 4,100-word short story contains a an explicit sex scene between a virginal pizza delivery boy and two hot MILFs that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

I glanced at the bill taped to the top of the box. “It's $14.77, ma'am.”

The blonde looked up at me through her eyelashes. “I told you—it's Sonya.”

I felt a blush warm my cheeks. “It's $14.77, Sonya.”

Sonya looked at her friend—at Jessica—again. Some secret look, a flicker of the eyes and an upward twitch at the corners of their mouths, passed between them in that briefest of moments. “Excellent,” Sonya said, looking at me again. “I've got some cash for you.”

Sonya stood up, rising out of the water like a goddess. As I'd hoped, she had no top on. Water ran in rivulets down over her heavy tits. Her nipples hardened and got pointier as the cool air ran over them; water dripped from her nipples like a leaky tap. She walked forward, rising out of the water as she climbed the steps of the hot tub. My jaw just about dropped when I realised she wasn't wearing any bottoms, either, when her shaved pussy rose above the waterline.

My grip on the pizza box faltered, but I managed to catch it before it fell to the ground.

“Don't drop it,” Jessica said from back in the hot tub, “we really have a craving for sausage...pizza.”

“Jessica, could you give the poor boy a hand while I go inside to get my wallet?” Sonya said as she brushed past me. Her wet tits pressed against my arm and it was like all the blood drained from my brain, I instantly felt dizzy and almost lost the pizza again. That was the closest I’d been with a naked woman and it was incredible.

“Of course, of course,” Jessica said. Then she stood and climbed the steps, too, just as majestically and goddess-like as Sonya, swaying her hips with every step. Jessica was also naked with smaller breasts that bounced as she walked, but with much darker nipples. Like Sonya, Jessica was easily more than twice my age, but I found the maturity to be one of her best features. She came up close to me and took the pizza box, propping up her breasts with the cardboard. “Let me put this over here,” she said, and turned to a patio table.

She bent down as she put the box on the table and took a big whiff of the pizza. She wiggled her ass at me and I could see the folds of her pussy, like it was calling out to me to shove my cock deep inside. I didn’t know if she was actually that into pizza or if she was using it as an excuse to bend over—either way, I didn’t really care. She looked over her shoulder at me, still bent over at the waist. “I love sausage,” she said.

Seduced By My Best Friend’s Dad

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Jay has a crush on Richard, his best friend’s dad. Richard is older, very masculine, cares about Jay, and is extremely sexy. There are just the problems of Richard being straight, married, and the father of Jay’s life-long best friend.

When Richard takes his son and Jay on a camping trip to celebrate turning eighteen, becoming men, and taking their first steps into the adult world, Jay struggles to contain his lust. Hitting on Richard would ruin the camping trip and destroy his friendship.

But when his friend takes ill and Jay and Richard enjoy some bonding time alone, it becomes clear that Jay isn’t the only one in the thrall of forbidden desires. A relaxing camping trip soon turns into a series of sweaty, erotic encounters, as Jay and Richard stoke this fire burning between them.

Seduced by My Best Friend’s Dad is a 30,000-word novella.

Still not breaking eye contact with Richard, Jay willed his fingers back to life, massaging Richard’s upper thigh. With every squeeze of his fingers, he moved his hand half an inch closer to that patch of ball skin. With every passing moment, he felt the tension build in both of them, like he was waiting for Richard to call him a pervert or Richard was waiting for Jay to burst out laughing at the prank. But then his fingertips brushed against that warm, soft, wrinkled, hairy skin, and the tension deflated from both of them.

“Jay...” Richard said, his voice a mere whisper. It was filled with lust and need, happiness and contentment. He wanted this — needed this.

Jay brushed the skin, rubbing his fingers back and forth, then carefully worked his hand under Richard’s shorts and boxers. Soon he had one meaty ball rolling between his fingers. It was almost plum-sized, firm and round. He squeezed the ball lightly, tugged it gently, and Richard let out a low moan, falling back on his elbows on the rock, head cast back. Jay eased his other hand in the other pant leg and grabbed Richard’s other ball, giving it the same massage treatment. He rubbed both balls, smoothing out the skin, holding them firm in his grasp. The long bulge in the middle of the pile of fabric at Richard’s crotch twitched.

Shifting to grasp both balls in one hand, Jay slid his fingers reverently up the length of Richard’s cock, watching the man’s face for any reaction that this was going too far. But Richard was too far gone, too lost in the heat of the moment to ever say no — Jay knew he had Richard, that the man was putty in his hands, but that he had willingly and knowingly put himself there.

He still didn’t understand it — Richard was straight and married and the very fact that Jay was his son’s best friend should have put up some immediate boundaries, placed him off limits. But those boundaries were obviously being ignored. The almost father-son relationship they’d developed over the years also wasn’t a boundary that could stop them. If anything, that closeness only added to the intimacy of the moment. Jay was giving pleasure to the man he’d looked up to all these years.

Human Urinal (Piss-Loving Boys #2)

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Some time later — I have no idea how much time had passed — I woke with a groan. I jolted, suddenly remembering what had happened. Fuck, my head hurt. I opened my eyes, blinking several times against the harsh lighting.

Was I in the … men’s room?

I tried to bring my hand to my head, to see if I was bleeding, but I couldn’t move my hand more than an inch or two. I looked over and it took a moment to understand what I was seeing. There was rope circled around my wrist, and the other end of it was tied to one of the heavy pipes above the trough urinal.

I looked to my other hand and found it was tied just the same. My feet, too, were tied up, one tied to a stall wall and the other tied to the bottom of a sink.

And I was naked.

And I was sitting in the urinal trough.

“Whuh thu fhu?” I said. What? Through the pain that still flooded my head, I felt something strange … straps tied around my head and in my mouth was a metal … thing … to keep my mouth wide open.

The panic that had been building suddenly boiled over. I struggled against the ropes and screamed. What the fuck was going on? Did that troll do this to me? Fuck, I had to get out of there. I had to go to the cops and get the fucker arrested. I had to—

“Well … well … well…” I heard a voice say. I realized it was the troll who’d decked me, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Slow, heavy footsteps echoed through the men’s room and I saw — what was his name … Brent? — come around the stalls toward me. “Someone’s awake.”

New rage surged through me. Once I got free of these ropes, I’d kill the motherfucker. I struggled against them, hoping one of them — just one of them — was loose enough for me to squeeze my hand out. If I could get one hand free, I’d be able to fight him off and free myself.

Brent sauntered closer, seemingly unafraid and uncaring of the world of pain I was about to inflict on him … if I could only get free. Instead, he reached for the fly of his jeans and opened it up, letting his thick cock flop out. Though it was huge, I was still disgusted because I don’t do grandpa-dick … and the ass-wipe seemed to take delight in my disgust.

If he forced me to suck it, I’d bite it off and spit it out. He’d be sorry he ever messed with me. Then I realized I still had this … thing in my mouth and couldn’t close my jaw. My fear came rushing back as I realized how truly helpless I was. I struggled against the ropes some more, but I still couldn’t gain any space to wriggle my hands or feet out.

Brent came to a stop a foot in front of me, his cock dangling right in front of my face. I looked at it and then up at him. He had a hard glint in his eye — and it terrified me. What the fuck was he going to do? And how the fuck did he get me in here and tied up without anybody seeing? What did he think he was going to do? Rape me and then expect to get away with it?

And then I felt something hot splash on my face. I looked back at his dick and — oh, fuck — piss was streaming out of it and hitting me in the face. I closed me eyes and turned away, but he still aimed his hot stream at my face. It ran down my cheeks and some of it entered my mouth — and because of this, this fucking thing in my mouth, I couldn’t seal my lips. I tasted his salty, tangy piss. God, it was disgusting.

Cougar On The Prowl

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Susan has been a single mom for more than a year now, and she can’t stop lusting for eighteen-year-old Stephen, her son’s best friend. The young man is a soccer jock with a lean, lithe body, and with the way he ogles Susan’s generous curves, she knows he wants her just as bad. She’s been planning to make her move for weeks now, and finally, with her son out of the house, she puts her plan in motion. With only one hour to seduce this hot young man, Susan draws on every trick she can think of, and soon Stephen is helpless as he gives into his desires.

WARNING: This 4,700-word short story contains explicit sex between a hot young man and a seductive older woman that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

He tripped on the piled underwear, crashing into me. I fell backward onto the bed and he fell on top of me, his face landing on my tits. He was touching me—he was on me—my God, this felt so wrong, but also so right. His rock hard cock pressed against my thigh and I held his head tight against me until he started to struggle.

He propped himself above me. “Mrs. Hartwell...”

“Susan,” I reminded him.

“Susan...we can't do this. You—you're Tyler's mom.” His eyes burned with lust and frustration. He wanted this—I just had to convince him it was okay.

“It'll be our little secret,” I said. I stroked my fingers down his cheek, then raised my head to kiss him.

My lips touched his and he flinched from the contact, but pulled him down to me, pressing my mouth hard against his. He didn’t move, but he didn’t try to retreat. He tasted like the salty sweat of young men in their prime. I could feel his resolve weakening, crumbling...and then he kissed me back.

Oh, God, how I've needed this for so long.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down closer to me. He pressed his body hard against me, driving me against the mattress. He opened his mouth and let me push my tongue in. He had the awkward kisses of someone who was inexperienced, but his lust and desire more than made up for it.

Stephen stroked his hand over my head, running his fingers through my hair. I touched his body, his skin burning hot through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. It had been so long since I'd touched a man, even longer since I've touched a man that I desired so much. The last few years with my ex were largely sex-less and completely passion-less. I was like a starving animal, desperate for a meal. Some distant voice in the back of my head told me I'd regret this when my lust burned through, but right now I didn't care. Right now, I needed this.

I brought my hands back up to the sides of his head and guided his lips away from mine, nudging his head south. He kissed me down my jaw and neck, but he slowed when he reached the cleft between my breasts.

Spanked By The Naughty Librarian

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Dale has the hots for Stephanie, the university’s hot librarian, and purposely returns books past their due date just to get a rise out of her. Tonight is different. Stephanie’s patience with Dale has run out and she decides to take matters into her own hands and teach him a lesson. Pulling him into her office, she lays him over his knee and gives him a spanking he’ll never forget — and Dale soon discovers that he likes a little punishment.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit spanking and sex scene between a young man and an older woman that will leave you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

She sighed with what seemed to be true exasperation. “If you don’t pay your fees, then how are you going to learn your lesson and start returning books on time?” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Like I said before — email or text me with what’s due next week and I’ll bring it on Friday. You’ve got my info in my file.” I picked up my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. Our flirty conversation had pretty much died down; I needed to go find a couple books for my psych paper.

“I have another suggestion,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Follow me,” she said, then turned and walked away from the counter. “Mark, watch the desk for a bit,” she said to her colleague, not waiting for a reply from him.

I quickly darted around the edge of the counter and followed her. I’d never been on this side of the counter, so I didn’t know what lay in the hallway Stephanie was headed toward. I caught up with her; she had her hand on a doorknob and watched me approach. There was a look in her eye that I couldn’t quite read. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen — was she going to give me a dressing down? Was she going to come up with some sort of bullshit academic plan that focused on returning books on time? Or was my wild university boy libido correct and she truly had the hots for me? Fuck, I wish. It was probably a conversation about responsibility.

She opened the door and pushed it open. “Go on in,” she said.

I entered the room to find a small office with a couple chairs, a desk, and a pile of books and papers. The plaque on the door read, “Stephanie Loewen, Head Librarian.” So this was her private office. As I sat in the chair facing the desk, I did a quick visual scan of the room, looking for photos of a boyfriend or husband — but the only photo I could find was of a St. Bernard dog. Good sign, I thought. If my wildest fantasy would ever come true, it didn’t seem she was tied down with another guy.

She closed the door, but a second click sound caught my attention and I turned to see her locking the door. I couldn’t fight the swelling of my cock — my erection was returning full-force as my horny imagination ran wild. If this was just a conversation, then why was she locking the door?

She crossed the small space to sit in the big leather chair on the opposite side of the desk. She leaned back and crossed her legs, her skirt riding high on her thigh.

“We need to do something about your bad habit of returning books late,” she said. The playful flirty tone to her voice was gone — what was left sounded stern and strict. That didn’t kill my hard-on, though, as it only seemed to intensify the naughty librarian fantasy I had of her.

“Maybe I need a stern talking-to,” I said, slipping back into the flirty mode we had going on back at the counter.

Stephanie shook her head. “You need something a little more ... impactful,” she said.

I cocked my head, confused about where this was actually going. “Huh?”

She rolled her chair back several inches and sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. She patted her thigh. “Come here,” she said.

I blinked several times. What the fuck? Was my wildest fantasy coming true? “Uh...” was all I could manage to say. I was in shock over the sudden turn of events from fantasy to reality.

“Come here!” she snapped at me.

My eyes widened — maybe this wasn’t the fantasy I’d hoped for. But there was no mistaking the authority in her voice, so I stood up and came around her desk. I started to sit down in her lap.

“No,” she said. “You’re not sitting in my lap — you’re getting a good, solid spanking. Bend over my lap.”

My heart raced with a resurgence of lust. Fuck yes! Fantasy come true! She was going to give me a little paddling on my ass and then for sure we’d end up making out or something. I couldn’t stop grinning as I bent over her lap, ass-up.

She pulled my sweats and briefs down to mid thigh, the cool air of the office caressing my ass and my dick hanging free, resting against her skirt. Oh my fucking God — I was in sex heaven! I couldn’t believe the turn in my luck! Months of flirting and teasing and finally this is happening!

Whap!

Cougar On Patrol

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Rachel is in her forties and stuck in a dead-end job as a night security guard, and the only thing that brings her pleasure is the memory of a hot one night stand she had with a young guy a month ago. Alone at work and horny, she takes her pleasure into her own hands … until she realizes she’s not actually alone. Peter, the cute young guy who often works late, is working extra-late today — and when she watches him on the security feed, she can tell he’s just as turned on tonight as she is … and taking his pleasure into his own hands as well. Taking the biggest risk of her life, she decides to go and help, and initiate a chain of seduction that might get her fired, but which most definitely will be unforgettable.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will leave you hot and bothered, and it intended for mature adults only.

On the phone’s screen, the jock pulled the MILF to her feet and then bent her over a kitchen counter. He fingered her while kissing the back of her neck, dominating her, turning her into a quivering mass of moans and screams.

Rachel pushed her fingers into her pussy, trying to match the tempo and depth of what she saw on the screen. Her folds parted at her touch and she pushed on into her vagina. Sweat beaded on her brow and rolled down, soaking into her collar. She pinched her nipple so hard she knew they’d be sore for days, and she pushed deeper into her pussy, stabbing her fingers in and out, fucking herself.

Her pussy was sopping wet, covering her hands in her juices, and still she wanted it deeper and harder. Her attention wandered from the video and back to the young man who had seduced her weeks ago, how he had fucked her remorselessly, how he had owned her cunt. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, thinking more of that day, yearning for it to happen again soon.

The audio coming from her phone changed, so she opened her eyes and looked down at it. Now, the fucking was beginning. The jock eased his cock into the MILF’s pussy until it was halfway in, then he slammed his hips against hers. She let out a lustful yelp and reached behind her to play with his balls as he did it again.

Fuck, I need it bad. Rachel decided to go back to the pub tomorrow night, see if that guy was there again — or if there were any other young guys who were looking for a hot piece of mature ass. Cougars and MILFs are in, I think. I’m prime real estate.

An unexpected movement on one of the security camera feeds caught her eye. She slammed her feet down on the floor and shimmied her pants up and closed them. God-fucking-damn-it! The one time I’m not alone in the building is the one time I do this! She shut off her phone and shoved it back in her pocket.