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Soaked Satisfaction

Erotic fiction inspired by Sofia Z in “Scheduled Time 2

Sofia looks so cute, so chilled out as she sits on a park bench reading her newspaper and scrolling through her phone. You’d never guess she’s just killing time before a date… with herself.  

Back home she sets the mood, lighting some candles, pulling up her top to expose her naked breasts, nipples already stiffening with anticipation. But the candles aren’t just to make her feel amorous; this innocent-looking babe hides a kinky secret. Taking one of the scarlet tapers, she tips it so the hot wax drips onto her bare thigh. It sends an immediate shiver of arousal through her, so compelling that she slides her hand into her lace panties to feel the sudden rush of wetness from her pussy.

Soon she’s naked except for her boots, one hand working busily between her spread thighs as the other holds the candle to her breasts, dripping wax over her tender flesh. Her clit swells and throbs, her breath coming in gasps of mingled pleasure and pain. She can’t hold back, grinding the butt of the candle against her slippery pink folds, fingers dancing over her lips. Eager for penetration, she blows out the candle and watches herself in the mirror as she pushes it inside her pussy, jamming it deep, fucking herself with quick strokes until her release comes gushing out to spray the mirror. She looks into her reflection’s eyes as she sucks her sweetness from the candle, her darkest desires satisfied… for now.  

 

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Intense Stimulation

Erotic fiction inspired by Cristin in “Stimulation 2.”

Cristin’s nipples throb steadily from the pinch of the clamps around them. She feels it all the way down to her tender pussy, the hot waves of pleasure-pain that swell and recede, over and over.

She placed the clamps there herself, and she could just as easily remove them, but she finds that she doesn’t want to; the more her nipples pulse and stiffen, the wetter her pussy gets. She gives the chain attached to the clips an experimental tug and it’s as if someone has reached out and tweaked her clit between their finger and thumb. The stab of arousal is irresistible, skewering her with its force.

She slides a hand down to touch her clit and her hips buck up involuntarily from the electric sensation. It’s almost too intense. Tentatively, she tries pulling at the chain with one hand while she strums her clit with the other, but she feels the contractions of an impending orgasm build almost immediately, and that’s not she wants. Her intention is to draw this out as long as she can, until she cums so hard and so long she’ll feel it for days.

Flipping onto her knees, she rocks back with her ass up high so she feels her asshole gape open as she rubs her clit. The clamps and chain hang heavy beneath her, swinging as she rocks back and forth against her fingers, the weight of them dragging at her nipples until her arousal becomes even more excruciating. Her wetness is drenching her fingers now, making them slip and slide around her clit as she grinds on it.

She pushes two fingers into her pussy, a gush of wetness accompanying the sudden stretch of penetration. It’s too much, and she collapses down on her front, the friction of the sheets against her engorged nipples tipping her over the edge. She cums just as long and hard as she’d imagined, humping her fingers frantically, blindly seeking the sweet flood of release.

As she lies there in her post-orgasmic haze, Cristin wonders drowsily how it would feel if she attached the clamps to her clit…

 

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Wide Open

Erotic fiction inspired by Liz Rainbow in “Big Black Cock 2

My girl Liz will do anything I ask her to, especially when it involves her pussy. The bigger they are, the harder she cums, that’s the way it is with her. If it stretches her wide, her smile grows wider.

You can put anything in front of her and she’ll try to fuck it. I have watched her fuck bottles, vegetables, friends and strangers. All I have to do is bring her something or someone and tell her to do her worst and she’ll be all over it.

I bought her something very special the other day, a monstrous black rubber dildo. It was so big it was thicker than her forearm, and longer too. I sent her a message on the way home, telling her to make herself ready because she was in for a treat.

When I got home, there she was, on the couch in a PVC skirt, no panties, and a strappy matching bra. The look of expectation and excitement on her face was priceless. And that was before I’d even taken the cock out.

Damn, but did she squeal when she saw it. I took it out of the bag nice and slow, inch by inch, watching her eyes grow wider until I slammed it down on the coffee table, the rubber sucker attaching it firmly to the top.

Liz purred like a cat and crawled around in front of it, testing it out with her mouth. It was so big she couldn’t get more than the tip between her lips, although she tried her hardest to swallow more. But this didn’t dampen her spirits, it just made her wet between the legs.

She stopped trying to suck it and looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness, then stood up and lifted her skirt. Her eyes never left mine as she rubbed her slit, pulling strings of her cream over her clit and up to her mouth, tasting her own ooze.

Then she slowly turned around, keeping her skirt up for me, revealing her fine ass, and lowered her hips down to the cock. With one hand, she reached down to steady the rubber phallus and press it to her pussy. She took the tip between her pussy lips easily, letting go of the long, dark shaft and sliding her body down its length.

I watched her throw her head back, heard the gasp slip from her mouth, and sat down to enjoy the show. Liz didn’t hold back. No nice and easy for this horny slut. She fucked that monster with a hunger she reserved only for the biggest of dicks, thrusting herself down on it, forcing it deep inside her pussy. She pumped herself up and down like a jackhammer, in love with the way it filled her and opened her up.

Then she slowed right down, pushing and pushing, taking every inch, as much as she could handle. Eventually it could go no further, and she wasn’t even halfway along it.

She stood up and plucked it from the table, waved it at me to make it wobble, then sashayed off to the bedroom. I followed, walking in to see her kneeling on the bed, two hands around her ass, gripping it tight while she forced the dildo up her pussy from behind, her moans growing in volume.

That was one hell of a horny sight. I was tempted to pull my own cock out and jerk off onto her asshole, but while I was thinking about it, she rolled over onto her back. Using her elbows to pin her knees back, Liz used one hand to pump the enormous black dildo in and out of her pussy and the other to grope her clit.

Her pussy was stretched as wide as I had ever seen it, each pump in and out rolling her lips back and forth, and I watched transfixed as she fucked herself to a wet, loud orgasm and then just lay there with the big black cock stuck inside her pussy. She didn’t move until it had slid all the way out of her, and that was a long time later, let me tell you.

I’ve since hidden the dildo in the house, with Liz begging me to tell her where it is. I’m not going to tell her until she’s drained my balls at least another three times, but I don’t hear her complaining about that.

 

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Playing With My Food

Erotic fiction inspired by Lola Ash in “How It’s Done 2

I am a kinky girl, no doubt about it. I get off on being freaky, doing things that most other girls would never dare to do and few would even imagine. And I absolutely love to act on impulse – you never know where it might lead you.

Like when I got the urge to go out into the woods with a zucchini I had just bought. It was long, and thicker at one end than the other – damn, it was almost like it had asked me to fuck myself with it!

Sure I could have stayed at home and rode that thing in privacy, but where’s the fun in that?

I went for a walk. Just me, my panties and my new-found friend. My friend didn’t let me get too far along a wet sand road before I heard it calling to me. So I sat down in the dirt and felt its heft. The weight and thickness of it pleased me.

If it was a cock, I would have sucked on it right then, sat in front of it and licked it. So that’s what I did, I licked it and kissed it, even though it was too big to get inside my mouth, a real monster. I got excited thinking about how much it was going to stretch my pussy.

I lay there in the dirt, my ass and legs covered in gritty sand, rubbing that big, thick, hard thing up against my pussy. I got wet fast. Now I wished I would get caught. How would it be to have a couple of guys drive up the road and find me rubbing my clit with this thing? I would have dropped it and got on my knees, ass up high, ready to suck one of them off while the other fucked me hard and fast, doggy style.

But no horny men showed up, it was just me and my zucchini. The more I rubbed it between my lips, the hotter it got, the harder my clit got, and the wetter my pussy got. I was ready to take it inside my pussy.

Damn, it was thick, so thick. I had to push it all the way inside, really slowly, and it stretched me wide from the very first moment it opened my hole. I pushed it deep, as far as I could take it. The feeling was incredible, so good I forgot where I was entirely. I had never had a dick this big in me, although I had fucked myself with plenty of sex toys before.

I fucked my pussy hard, plunging the zuccini deep. I loved the way it opened my pussy up. It stretched me so wide. I pulled it out and drove it right back up inside me, hard, just the way I like to be fucked.

It was so big I couldn’t fuck myself hard enough with it, not until I turned over and got on my knees. I held it steady and bounced up and down on it, and I came like that almost straight away.

You have no idea just how fucking good that felt, sliding on and off that thick, rigid zucchini, my pussy stretched wider than any cock had ever managed, covered in dirt and sand, right there in the middle of the road.

If any guys had shown up then, they’d just have had to watch, because that zucchini was blowing my mind, my orgasm making me collapse in the dirt and lie there panting, exhausted.

Orgasms like that don’t come along every day, and they sure as hell don’t come along at all if you don’t ever act on impulse.

 

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Charged Orgasm

Erotic fiction inspired by Mary Lin in “The Appointment 2

Re: Casefile 1507

Dear Dean:

Given the fevered interest in potential ethical violations by the university’s sexual research team, I wanted to brief you on the initial findings of my investigation. While rumors have swirled about various sexual deviancies going on within the research department, I am singularly focused on charges by a whistleblower—not one of the sexologists—that a head researcher took advantage of a female patient, whom I call Patient M.

The complaint alleges that Dr. E abused her authority. The instruments of said complaint were a “sharpened No. 2 pencil” that she used aggressively to prompt the undressing of Patient M, and an electrical device through which she “shocked the patient for her own personal enjoyment.”

There is a fair amount we can glean from the video evidence about Patient M’s state of mind when these allegations occurred. However, to provide additional context I would first like to examine the potential motives of Dr. E and give you a proper understanding of how shock treatment can be used in some circles to improve sexual outcomes.

It’s clear to me from Dr. E’s own personal writings that she is deeply infatuated with Patient M. She secretly calls her “Patient Bunny” and writes about her unlike any other patient. At times, she sounds more like an aspiring writer of pulp erotica than a follower of the Hippocratic oath. This is from an entry the day the alleged incident took place:

Bunny wore her sexy librarian glasses today. It was hard to keep my hand from shaking as I pointed my pencil at her top button and down her lab shirt, motioning her to undress. I could see in her eyes that the little temptress knew how much I loved it. She went painstakingly slowly, making me sweat it out before showing me her luscious breasts. She has the hips of a pin-up model. I waited as long as I could—I am an eager beaver—to instruct her to take her panties off. You can tell Bunny loves her body by the impeccable way she grooms herself. Her wispy blonde hair is always perfect without looking fussed over and she hasn’t a trace of pubic hair covering her gloriously naked love parts.

Perhaps most damning of all is Dr. E’s confession that after completing the session she had “soaked through my thick underwear” and needed to find a quiet room to “unload” and “get my mind right.”

Despite these revelations, I would point out that Dr. E volunteered her personal journal, which we didn’t know existed. More importantly, the video shows no evidence of mistreatment, or even differing treatment, of Patient M versus the others. Her lack of tenderness in her initial inspection of Patient M, wearing rubber gloves, is consistent with other patient interactions. Dr. E always has a pencil in hand to jot down observations on her clipboard. For all her patients, she also uses that pencil to direct them to take off their clothes—she is a conductor, after all.

Despite Patient M’s significant jolting during therapy, the frequency of the electrical impulses Dr. E administered was comparable with other patients. In my inspection of more than 50 different videos, I wasn’t able to find one instance in which it seemed that Dr. E’s motives went beyond helping a patient achieve an orgasm.

Patient M knew full well what she was there to do. She agreed to surprisingly straightforward language in the memorandum of understanding. She was submitting to the “experimental use of shock therapy to reclaim my ability to orgasm.” She accepted that the “experiments were to be conducted fully in the nude, at times with obtrusive objects in my vagina or connected to my body.” She waved her right to sue for any damages resulting from “exposure to electrical shocks that could prove harmful to my health.”

It would be easy to discount shock therapy as some misguided relic of science, akin to using leeches to let blood. While maybe not a common treatment within our commonwealth, the transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation (TENS) device used in the test is FDA approved—you can buy similar devices over the counter. The research team has made a convincing case in respected journals that this therapy is simply an amplification of the same electrical impulses our body uses to tell the nerve endings in the brain that we are taking a hug or giving a kiss. Essentially, the electrical impulses reduce the body’s ability to process the sensation of pain, meaning the body can process pleasure quicker and with greater intensity.

I am convinced that the treatments enabled Patient M to have an orgasm. While this ventures beyond my area of expertise, there was clearly a difference in Patient M’s arousal before and after her treatment. After the treatment, her pussy was visibly wet, even on a grainy video, and her labia puffed out of her body. She looked invigorated in a way that belied the disappointment in her face when she masturbated before the treatment and felt nothing.

Dr. E’s conclusions in her journal are much more scientific:

Post-treatment, I performed non-invasive thermographic analysis when she first started to masturbate, just before her orgasm, during her orgasm, and following her orgasm. The pictorial found a warming of the labia during the plateau phase and a warming of the clit during orgasm. This confirms what we found using the photometer last session, which detected a gradual build-up of blood in the vaginal walls over the four stages of Bunny’s sexual response.

If I may say so, if there was any subjugation that occurred in this session, it was the way Patient M surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure after vigorous masturbation. If there was any harassment, it was the way that Patient M—unprompted—climbed onto the chair on her knees and turned away from Dr. E, “propping up a near perfect ass, but for a bunny tail, into the air”—her words, not mine—as she “slid her fingers through her charged pussy.” It would only be a slight exaggeration to say all of this was unfolding at the tip of Dr. E’s tongue.

Within the sciences, there is a longstanding belief that what is observed is often changed as a result of that observation. But can’t we allow for some change to occur—some inner movement—in the observer as well? It wasn’t so easy for Dr. E:

I bounced my legs in rhythm with the circular motion of her fingers over her squishy pussy, doing whatever I could to satisfy the needs of my burning clit without touching myself. I didn’t know how much longer I could last. She was in such a state of vulnerability—her head back and eyes untethered with her lips pinched under her teeth—that I imagined the many things I could do that she would not resist. She spoke in a siren’s tongue, calling me to rip down my shirt and have her suckle my tits until she came. If her spasms from the orgasm—seemingly stronger than her reaction to the electric shocks—had come any later than they did I might have lost my certification.

I commend Dr. E for maintaining her professionalism in the face of such beautiful temptation. Even a dispassionate scientist—or a lawyer—could be forgiven for seeking to address the needs of a patient searching desperately for pleasure.

I confronted Patient M about these charges on the way to her most recent session. I could see the pain form immediately in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” she said, and then ran off.

I would gladly continue this investigation. However, the overwhelming body of evidence tells me this would be an indulgent waste of our time. I recommend we shut it down before we bring the university further embarrassment.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Filming My Orgasm

Erotic fiction inspired by Karol Lilien in “Livestreaming 2

I love posting pictures of myself online. I look good and I know it. So do all the guys out there who send me messages. My body turns them on and their messages turn me on.

That’s how I came to make my first video. I was reading all the messages that had come in that day about me, and they were all begging me to do a video for them, telling me how hot I was and how much they wanted to see me in action.

So I set my phone up on a chair and got busy. First, I took off my dress and slipped my bra down from my titties to play with them. I made sure to make them bounce and jiggle, just as my fans had asked me to do. Then I took hold of my sexy little black panties and pulled them tight between my thighs, sliding them between my pussy lips and rubbing them up and down.

I was only going to give them a thrill, show off my big boobs and give them a tease, but before I knew it, I had turned myself on and I couldn’t resist going further. I pulled my panties off and turned around, spreading my ass cheeks apart. There was no going back, then. I pulled my cheeks open and exposed my tight asshole. It felt great. As soon as I felt the cool air on my pucker, I wanted to do everything and capture it all on camera.

So I grabbed my phone and sat down on the chair to get some close ups of my pussy. Sucking my finger like a cock, I filmed myself sending that wet digit down to my shaved slit. My lips were wide open by then, I was all ready for some serious action.

I don’t know how I managed to hold the phone steady, because when I pushed my finger up inside my pussy, my excitement was intense. I started to pump it in and out, imagining it was one of my fans fucking me. I added a second finger, needing to feel my pussy stretched wider.

But at some point, I realized I was going to have to put my phone down if I wanted to carry on, so I put it back on the chair and lay down on the floor. Of course, there was no way it would be able to capture everything I was doing, but I was past caring. I needed to really let loose.

I lay on my back and spread my pussy open with one hand, using the fingers of the other to rub and stroke my clit. Each time I circled it, I could feel an electric sensation throb through me, deep inside.

I fantasized about a guy kneeling between my thighs, rubbing his hard prick against me, teasing my pussy. In my fantasy, he was holding his dick just at the creamy entrance to my pussy then dragging it up over my clit and slapping it on my button. That drove me nuts and I came hard, pinching and stroking my clit, my orgasm shuddering through my entire body.

As soon as I had cooled off, I posted my video. I didn’t even check it first to see what it was like, I just put it online with a kiss. Just like this: XXX.

 

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The Life Erotic welcomes sexy star Apolonia!

Fashion-model beautiful with her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, Apolonia struts down the street in her skyscraper heels. It’s one hell of a way for the sexy Spanish star to make her debut on The Life Erotic today, in a sensational movie, "The Apartment," that also introduces a fabulously creative new director, Roberto Filmart. You won’t be able to tear your eyes from the screen as Apolonia talks directly to camera, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her sexual nature. What unfolds is an erotic story full of intense sexual tension, as she obeys the instructions of an unknown caller to strip, blindfold herself and masturbate to a powerful orgasm.

Apolonia is already a popular model on our sister sites MetArt, SexArt and Viv Thomas, where her sweet sexiness has won her a legion of fans, so it’s a thrill to see her exploring the darker side of her sexuality here at The Life Erotic. Don’t miss seeing the petite beauty give herself the ultimate self-pleasure.

 

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Soaked and Squirming

Erotic fiction inspired by Nata in “Unrestricted Orgasm 2

Nata awakens abruptly, senses suddenly alerted to the ropes binding her wrists. Did she fall asleep when she and her lover were done playing last night? She shudders with pleasure at the memory of him tying her to the bedposts, unable to move while he licked her pussy until she’d screamed out her orgasm.

He’d fucked her relentlessly then, pounding her into the mattress, her whole body bucking as she strained against her bonds, her pussy squeezing his cock convulsively until she milked out his hot load. She can feel it now; she is still full of his cum and her sugar walls twitch and shiver at the thought of it. She wants to touch it, to slide her fingers into her cum-drenched pussy… but her hands are tied.

She tugs at her restraints, and one hand slips free easily. Of course; he wouldn’t be so crazy as to leave her tied up while he goes out, would he? She frees her other hand too, and reaches down to loosen the chains around her ankles, but they won’t budge. So be it. The idea that she’s spent all night with her legs spread wide open turns her on. And he’s been kind enough to leave her big silver vibrator within reach, knowing that she’d wake up horny after last night’s game. She sucks it to lube it up, not that she really needs to; when she lays back and thrusts it into her soaked slit, it slides in like a knife through butter.

She tries to take it slow at first, sliding it in and out gently, feeling it stimulating every spot inside her. She’s as sensitive as if they only just got done fucking, her pussy feeling the imprint of his cock so vividly she can imagine she’s getting penetrated by his warm flesh-and-blood cock instead of the cold, unyielding metal. Soon she’s squirming, plunging the dildo in faster and deeper, her excitement building unstoppably.  

She turns the vibrator on and pushes it back inside. The intense sensation is almost too much, her pelvis bucking up to meet it greedily. She uses her free hand to spread her lips open and rub her clit in frantic circles, her ankle shackles rattling restlessly as she humps back against the driving dildo. She’s eager to try another position now, so she releases the chains – she was just teasing herself that she couldn’t escape, all along – and turns onto her hands and knees. It’s her favorite position to get fucked in, and as she spreads her thighs wide and goes face down, ass up, she pictures him slamming his cock into her like this, their flesh slapping together with each hard stroke. She’s gasping and biting her lip now, the insistent in-and-out motion making her feel so good.

She lies back against the pillows to finish herself off, knees up, thighs spread, free hand squeezing her nipples. When she orgasms, the contractions of her cunt are so powerful they push the toy out, the mingled jizz and pussy juice spraying out over the bed.

And that’s how he finds her a moment later, breathless and trembling, her sloppy-wet, just-fucked pussy looking oh so tempting…

 

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She Comes In Colors

Erotic fiction inspired by Liz Rainbow in “Day Starter 2

Liz missed Todd as much as a hangover. His dick – that big cock of his – was another matter. She never thought of herself as that type. But a year with Todd had spoiled her – or maybe it had ruined her. Everyone after Todd felt inconsequential.

Todd and Liz used to fuck in the morning. He was still half asleep when she would get his cock all nice and big in her mouth. He slept on his back so once he was hard she would simply ride his rising cock. Even after he came, he could stay hard for a while, so Liz kept going as long as she needed. There was so much pressure on her insides that she felt like she was delivering an orgasm.

Many mornings now, she felt lonely. She ached for a big cock. On this morning, she walked to the bathroom with a little more bounce in her step.

Liz flipped on the shower and gave the mirror a good stare. There was something unnaturally natural about her. Her toenails and fingernails were painted sky blue. Her hair was dyed a similar color with a mix of purple, like the dying light before dusk. She had a pair of bluish roses tattooed on her stomach, as if they were sprouting from her trimmed lady garden. Her breasts felt puffy in her hands and she rubbed her hardened nipples with her thumbs until her face disappeared in the mirror. She dialed in her favorite radio station – some classic rock – and jumped in the shower.

Have you seen her dressed in blue?

See the sky in front of you

Liz was already glazed from the anticipation of a sleepless night. She washed away the sticky coat on her pussy and then stuck her fingers inside for a fresh batch of natural lube. The water beat against her eyelids as she backed up, reaching behind her until her hand reached a cock suction-cupped to the tiled wall.

It was 12 inches with no ego – the best kind of cock.

She had gone through many months of trial and error before she found Mr. Rainbow – the cock had taken her last name. The cock was unnaturally white, like all the colors of the rainbow fused into one. It wasn’t merely a matter of length and girth, or what size balls she wanted, if any. The texture had to be right. It had to smell like the absence of smell. It needed to taste natural. Needless to say, she had a closet full of lonely dildos.

Liz knew that she wouldn’t get much out of Mr. Rainbow if she didn’t treat it like a partnership. For better or for worse, she had to give pleasure to receive it. She gave it best on her knees. She was relentless, licking, sucking, and gagging her way to being out of breath. And after an unforgettable blowjob, she was ready.

Mr. Rainbow was stuck on the wall at the perfect height for Liz’s perfect bent body. She let Mr. Rainbow in doggy style.

Liz didn’t realize there were so many ways to fuck in the shower. Standing nearly straight up, she took Mr. Rainbow in her hands and curled him up into her pussy with plenty of cock left to slide over. She felt the most leverage when the cock was stuck to the bottom of the tub, where she took a spin cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Attached to the slope in the back of the tub, its upward angle rubbed up against her G-spot as she rocked back and forth on her knees.

Eventually, she found the greatest comfort reclined back in the tub with the showerhead in one hand and Mr. Rainbow in the other. The water splashed on her thirsty tits as she stuck the dildo deeper inside her. When the sensations intensified she aimed the shower over her crotch. Water made the worst lube but the splash against her pussy gave her the courage to ignore the burning friction within. Six inches gave way to nine. At ten inches, Mr. Rainbow’s little nut sack started to thwap against Liz’s engorged honey lips.

She grabbed the dildo with two hands, her moans reaching a higher and higher pitch. One last intense rub of the clit and she relented through her exhaling.

Maybe it was the size that mattered. Or maybe it was just the song that put her in the right frame of mind.

Coming colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

Liz caressed her breasts, feeling so good she almost forgot it was a Saturday. She plugged the drain of the tub and let the water run over her until the tub was filled to the brim.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Pleasures in Purgatory

Erotic fiction inspired by Lola Ash in “The Road To Home 2

No one else at St. Nicholas was adventurous enough to discover the abandoned bus station near campus. That suited Lola just fine. She took a detour there as often as she could on the long walk home from the cafeteria to her dorm. It was her ticket out of purgatory.

“Anybody home?” called Lola. Hearing nothing but echoes, she ventured into the open-air building until she found some privacy behind large chunks of ripped up concrete.

Lola had been thinking of spanking herself all day, and today she was getting some extra help. From the back of her skirt, she pulled out a long black riding crop that she had snuck from Sister Gertrude’s class. She pulled her skirt up over her butt.

Tap, tap, tap.

The crop sent gentle stings of pleasure up and down her body. She put her books on the ground and placed her foot up on a flat slab of concrete, which was a little smaller than a twin bed. She lifted her skirt again and wedged her cotton panties back to expose more of her flesh.

Lola spanked that badass with increasing authority.

Her cotton panties—white with powdery blue dots—were the only thing she wore that weren’t regulation uniform. The underwear didn’t go unnoticed by her classmates, who whispered behind their hands about her. She liked being viewed as a campus oddity.

Lola hadn’t even known there were colleges with uniforms, and she found wearing it suffocating. But St. Nicholas was the only place Daddy would pay the tuition, for the time being. “I know you’re stuck with those tattoos, but if you come home without that ungodly metal in your nose, we’ll talk,” he told her.

The first thing Lola did at St. Nicholas was get a piercing under her bottom lip. Then she researched every last sub-clause of the school’s dress code to see what she could get away with. She stretched her white socks up to her knees and rolled her black skirt high up on her waist. Her exposed thighs were powerful and glowed golden from all the time she spent studying in the hayfields. She wore big nerdy glasses and was particularly fond of the bright red laces she switched on to her white tennis shoes.

The red laces matched the color of her fingernails, which were sharp and now sticking into her skin as she squeezed her ass cheek tight in her hand. Her underwear clung to her wet cunt and she could no longer resist it. The cotton rubdown felt so good that she had to take a seat.

Lola took the handle of the crop and ran it back and forth along the damp groove visible through her underwear. When she was ready to let her pussy breathe she found her lips fat and happy. She pressed and massaged her clit deep into her folds.

It felt good, but she knew she needed more to cum. She swung the crop against her inner thighs.

Smack.

She winced with pain.

Smack. Smack.

Having a fucked-up past was a boring explanation for sexual deviancy. Lola’s past was normal enough. But she did feel the threat of punishment any time she was enjoying herself, through all stages of her life: sneaking a treat before dinner, stealing a few swigs of bourbon, or being caught on the couch with another girl without two feet on the floor. She was grounded so often that she began to like the solitude—crave it, even—which made her feel guilty. She began to dabble in her own forms of self-punishment. It started out somewhat harmless, making indented shapes in her skin with her nails—hearts and crosses—but inevitably became sexual. Lola was introduced to pleasure through pain. The first time she had an orgasm started with her pinching her nipples until they turned purple.

Welts were beginning to form on Lola’s thighs as she started to breathe heavily. Her body was becoming increasingly sensitive to the touch, and even the slightest tap of the crop overwhelmed her senses.

The welts looked like strings on an instrument, and Lola transformed the crop into a bow, which she slid through her lips until it disappeared. She hit all the right notes as she approached her crescendo.

Lola needed something inside her. She bent over on her knees, grinding them into the rough concrete, and put the handle of the crop in her mouth to get it wet. She didn’t really need any help as the handle slipped into her soaked pussy with ease. She took the thin end of the crop and jerked the handle inside her.

She turned onto her back again so she could spread out and plunge the crop handle as deep as it would go. As her orgasm began its inevitable slide, she found an internal solace that she wished would last longer. Her guilt would not stay away too long, and even as her body came to its earthly senses she felt the need to give herself a few last slaps with the crop.

With her body resting and her eyes closed, Lola suddenly thought of a quote from Sister Gertrude. “The fire of purgatory feels the same as the fires of Hell. The difference is the fire of purgatory is purifying.”

She chuckled, thinking that her little getaways were probably not what the Sister had in mind.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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