under duress Erotic Stories

A blush covered Liza's face thickly, her thoughts were confused, and her eyes were stuck on a branch of a poplar tree swaying in the window, illuminated by the spring sun. The girl was unable to control herself and turn her eyes from the window to her classmates, timid and silent, not like 10 minutes ago. And where did their courage and audacity go when things took the expected, but such an exciting turn?

No one dared to take the first step, or even rush a classmate. Lisa, not looking at the guys, embarrassed, with shaking hands began to unbutton the naughty buttons. One by one, they loosened the hem of a white shirt, revealing a strip of the girl's tanned body. In painful silence, Lisa's blurry gaze passed over the faces of shy students, gradually the loud throbbing in the ears and dizziness were replaced by a feeling of excitement and lust. All four guys stood in front of Lisa and waited for what they had been striving for the whole 1st year to happen. Gradually, the numbness let g... continue reading

For some time after the threesome, I was bursting with conflicting emotions. Jealousy came in waves, suddenly throwing me from "I legally fucked my girlfriend's hot friend in every way" to "Oksana cheated on me right in front of me." I did not want to quarrel and I withdrew into myself. Previously, Oksana would have found out what was the matter (by all means accompanying the interrogation with torture), but now I saw that she was also worried and was afraid to worsen the situation. This really upset me: I thought that if she felt guilty, then my jealousy was pointing in the right direction. Does she cheat on me regularly? Does she have a relationship with Dasha? Maybe she prefers women in general?

This went on for several painful days, until Oksana decided to speak about it first:

"I... owe you an apology," she said, fidgeting nervously with an unbuttoned shirt button.

- For what? I asked sadly.

- Then ... With Dasha ... It seems to me that I have somewhat crossed the line.... continue reading

The girl stood tied to the post with her wrists upraised. The inquisitor in a dark robe approached her very close and looked intently into her large blue eyes.

Are you ready for submission? he asked ingratiatingly.

The girl did not answer, only her lips stretched into a contemptuous smile, and her eyes, without blinking, withstood the gaze of the man.

“Do you know who the first woman I exorcised was?” My sister. The devil strongly resisted, and I had to tinker a lot. Now you understand, if I have not been too ceremonious with kindred flesh, should I show mercy to you?

Having received no answer, the inquisitor walked around the pillar, looking at the girl from all sides and again brought his face closer to her.

- Where is he hiding? Here? The inquisitor's hand rested on the girl's forehead. - Here? - she sank lower and lay down on a high lush chest. - Or where the focus of male sins and at the same time the source of new life?

“Undress me,” the girl answered boldly, “and may... continue reading

This story is a memory of an unusual fetish, white sneakers on the bottom during a BDSM session.

Masha was a thin, petite girl of 22 years old. Of the features, she was almost 0 size, which she was very shy about. But she tried to compensate with an extremely malleable character and a desire for sexual experiments. And yet, she always felt drawn to relationships with dominant partners. Growing up, she finally managed to find a man to embody her animal desire to be used and humiliated by a sex toy. Just to serve to satisfy someone's vulgar and sick fantasies, to feel needed at least for this.

One evening, she was interrupted by the call of a courier from boredom. She knew very well from whom there could be a gift in the package. Expecting to see the delivery man out as soon as possible, she opened the box. There, new snow-white Nike Air Max was waiting for her. Strangely, usually she is not given just clothes, except for something with a sexual connotation, for example, skimpy outfi... continue reading

Midnight empty park. We are walking along empty alleys - now it is the middle of the week, and those who have to get up tomorrow are already sleeping in their stuffy apartments. Speaking of some trifles like books and music, we go deep into the depths, where few people go even during the day.

But we can, we are local, we know every path here. And down an inconspicuous staircase we descend into darkness. There, where a spring beats from under the limestone slabs.

Fires are burning somewhere above, and here, near the spring, only their reflections.

And if someone, approaching the edge of the cliff, looks down, he will certainly not hear or see us.

We all also talk about trifles. Does it make sense to talk about serious things at night? I'm half-sitting on the cold granite fence. The girl paces back and forth, talking about something. For a second, she stops in front of me, and that's enough for me. My hands rest on her waist, drawing her towards me. I see her slightly confused ey... continue reading

Yegor, the boss, burned Elena as she was stealing money from the company's safe, for her silence she promised to do anything, and also that she would not steal anymore. Yegor thought he said that Elena should become his slave for 3 months and do everything that comes into his head. The girl agreed.

Elena is a young employee of a small cleaning company. The girl was 23 years old and she came here 3 months ago, she was good-looking: large breasts of size 5, a very thin waist and an elastic ass, liked not only the guys, but also the girls surrounded by Lena, and as if golden hair just drove anyone crazy .

She did not think to steal, but circumstances forced her to do so. Elena led a very spendthrift life and most of the money was spent on useless purchases, so she took out a debt, but could not repay ... And when Yegor saw her stealing, this was the first and last time of her act of this kind. After explaining the situation to the guy, Lena waited for his answer. Egor, thinking, answe... continue reading

- Not!

- But...

- Not! In no case!

- But you...

- Not!

"You don't even know what it's about!"

I shuddered and took a breath. Oksana laughed, looking at me.

- No strangers in our relationship!

- BUT...

"Even if it's Stephen Amell, it's still not!"

— Stephen Amell? Why Stephen Amell?

I myself did not know where Stephen Amell had jumped out of me, so I kept silent.

“Do you want Stephen Amell?” Oksana asked.

- Not! I don't want men at all!

But why did you name him?

“I just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I mean… okay, okay, I get it!” Forget Stephen Amell!

And about everyone else too!

- About everyone?

- Listen! I know that in the past I have repeatedly refused something that I should have tried ...

And not two, not three! How much did I have to persuade you to try hot wax ?!

“You always looked at my erection when you wanted to know if I liked anything you actually do. So: from such conversations, she disappears from me ...

— Dasha. I wa... continue reading

Daria, clattering high stilettos, walked along the corridor on the 6th floor of an office building. The year ended well for her, she achieved the required KPI and the annual bonus already pleasantly warmed her bank account, and additional income, as she called them, just as comfortably settled on her other card. It was already quite late, and Daria hoped that she would not have time to fulfill the last order of the boss. The fact is that a few months ago, three people came to the company where she works. They were placed in a separate office on the 6th floor, quite spacious and with closed walls, unlike the rest of the open spaces, and they were told that they were a new startup related to analytics. Three strange-looking men were not associated with the word startup in any way, it seemed that they lived in the office and they almost always appeared in threes.

The oldest of them, who was, apparently, the boss, a tall, thin, always clean-shaven man with a slight gray at the temples, i... continue reading

- Well, understand, my good, I'm not a tyrant! - Oksana said affectionately, making unhurried movements with her hand. “If you think carefully, you yourself will agree with this.

The new dildo she used to fuck me was bigger than the one I had to punish myself with. Despite the huge amount of lube, I could feel every extra millimeter as Oksana gently but firmly inserted it.

“There is nothing excessive in the rules that I require you to follow!” I let you cum freely if I'm on top. I'm not making you ask for permission at the end of the session... Bend a little. Good boy!

I obediently bent over and the dildo seemed to sink even deeper. My prostate gland sweetly, but painfully ached.

“If you had been gagged then, I would have been lenient.” It's still a mess, but not that serious. I would have had enough of your sincere apologies on your knees.

I couldn't help it and groaned. Oksana gently scratched the fingers of her right hand along my back.

“I don’t mind a blowjob at all, my... continue reading

It was not difficult for Lisa to undress in front of men. For several years she had been working as a model, and if at first the need to undress caused an exciting shiver in her, now it was a common thing, just a job that pays money.

She did not mind when one of the men began to look after her, the girl's data was attractive. The average height - 177 cm was compensated by harmony and good proportions - long legs, a small butt, not too big breasts, which, against the background of her thinness, looked quite sexy.

Proud landing of the head, a pretty face framed by a caret. Lisa had blond hair and she could afford to dye her hair blonde.

Usually the men were gallant and helpful with her. They looked after and paid for her time, she gave them unforgettable sex. However, this time everything went wrong. The owner of a small firm, for which he and a photographer shot advertisements, it seems Arkady was a prominent man with a pleasant northern Viking appearance and a deep voice. Lisa li... continue reading

- I'm sorry!

I haven't seen her for more than a year, and now she, Vika's ex-wife, is now standing at the entrance door, asking for forgiveness.

Did you follow my instructions?

“Yes,” her expression became more cunning, she probably thinks that I have already forgiven her! Now! Whore! She still doesn't know what's in store for her.

- I want to test.

She fiddles with the zipper of her jacket hesitantly. Afraid, still.

- Come quickly! Or go where you came from.

Vika squinted around and her fingers lowered the lock of the jacket to the end. As I expected, she was wearing nothing but stockings and boots. This was my condition for our meeting. She had to go to me in this form through the whole city.

- Do you still like me? Her nipples were invitingly sticking out from the cold. Yes, she stayed the same. My gaze glided over her hips, her clean-shaven pubis, - maybe you will invite the lady home?

- Where did you see the ladies here, slut? Come after me.

We climbed the stai... continue reading

01:01 Time for a night walk has come. Yana read her Master's instructions for the last time. The backpack is already assembled and Yana finally looked into it again. Inside are: plastic collars, a gag, a cork, five wooden clothespins, a collar with a tied leash, nipple clamps with bells, and nail clippers.

01:05 Yana closed the front door and put the key under the door mat. Then she resolutely went to the exit from the entrance.

01:07 There is no one on the street in front of the house. Yana walked around the white Opel and approached the fence of the office building. There is no one on the territory, only two lonely lanterns shine at the very entrance. The guard must have been dreaming for the third time, and no one should interfere with her.

01:10 She climbed over the fence and stopped in the shade of one of the lilac bushes. She unbuttoned her sweatshirt and put it on her backpack. She pulled off her sneakers and stood on them with her bare feet. Then she took off her shirt an... continue reading

In my life there were 2 cases that left a mark in my soul forever. Last year, I met a girl (I don’t name her) younger than me, she was then 19. Having met on Tinder, we met three times and walked down the street, and at the fourth meeting she invited me home, asking me to wait near her entrance for twenty minutes , then enter.

When I entered, I simply gasped - she was in a short transparent peignoir, fishnet underwear and stiletto sandals. My vanity was very warmed by the fact that they dressed like that especially for me, to myself I began to think about sex with her. Male instincts excited slender bare legs and a desire-inducing figure.

My new friend came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I decided that she wanted to kiss and got ready for kisses, hugging her around the waist. But instead of a kiss, the girl pulled her pelvis back and, with all her might, drove her bare knee into my balls.

From the unbearable burning pain, I bent over and fell on all fours, then for... continue reading

The year before last, in the month of November, I don't remember exactly... But the events are still fresh, as if it were a week ago. My wife was in the hospital for preservation, and I was alone at home, and toiled from the point, thinking about what to do with myself. But then I got a call from my wife's niece, Katerina. We have known each other for a long time, and we had a very good relationship. Well followed by a typical conversation.

— Hello, Vova. This is Katya, how are you, what are you doing?

Hi, I don't do anything. Tanya is in the hospital, I miss being at home.

- And I'm bored ... If you want to come, it will be more fun together.

- Come, otherwise I'm dying of anguish ...

- All right, wait. I will soon. And gave up.

In order to pass the time before arrival, Katerina decided to clean up a bit, put things in order in the apartment.

An hour later, the intercom rang, Katya arrived ...

- Hi Vov.

- Hello Katyusha, come on in.

I helped Katya take off her oute... continue reading

The whole day I was not left feeling anxious. During classes, I cautiously glanced at Olga, but she did not pay any attention to me. She never humiliated me, didn’t tease me, she didn’t even honor my outcast friends Galina and Masha with her attention. One could rejoice, but the feeling that she was up to something did not leave me. Moreover, the last lesson for today was a visit to the pool.

Every time I went to the locker room door, my knees gave way. In this place, I experienced so many humiliations that the very thought of this dressing room caused a feeling of anxiety in my heart and trembling in my knees.

My friends and I always came to the locker room as late as possible in the hope that Olga had already changed and left. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. It was almost empty inside, several of our classmates were finishing changing clothes, Olga was not there. We quickly went in and started getting dressed. The last girls gave us contemptuous glances, went out in... continue reading

Hello. My name is Dasha and I... No, not so fast.

Hello, my name is Dasha and I would like to introduce myself. I'm 26, fairly slim, size 3, single. It seems kind, good, I love my friends, girlfriends, and they love me. What else is important to know? Oh, and also the fact that I recently discovered my “dark side”, my alter ego, which turned out to be the complete opposite of the me that I considered myself to be.

It started like most incredible stories - spontaneously and unexpectedly. I have a best friend, Tanya. Blonde beauty, well-groomed and slim. Damn, always envied her figure. We met her already in the first year of linguistics, since then not a day has passed that we did not quarrel with her, but that's why she is the BEST friend. For several years now, she and her boyfriend have been renting an apartment, and I often visit them to chat, drink tea or something stronger. Tanya somehow got on with her personal life, she knows how to tame, but I’ve been missing for more than a... continue reading

In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why do I need it, a scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also by no means soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we both going to do?

I came into your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you back from another, which, perhaps, is nearby - but hardly closer now than such a distant me.

Here again the performance is being prepared. The noise is silent and the curtain is up! Or, as it was said not by us and before us, “The rumble has subsided. I went out on the platform "...

On the sides of the wooden podium are many mirrors. Our reflections are everywhere. I am wearing a short autumn coat and a light silk scarf around my neck. Slightly reddened from the cold cosmic wind, the cheeks blush, betraying a feeling of trembling expectation.

And behold, attention! - instant change of scenery.

You... continue reading

Loud music beat on her ears, but Sandra still could not understand - she was trembling from excitement or from vibrations transmitted from powerful speakers through the floor to her body. Still, it was not without reason that she did not like this idea from the very beginning, and she did not agree for several months - her friend, Mary, had to persuade the girl a lot. It would seem that this is just to go to a club with a friend whom they have known for many years. Indeed, the task would not have been difficult if the girls were 21 - it was from this age that one could visit such places in Missouri. Unfortunately, neither 18-year-old Sandra nor 19-year-old Mary fit the mentioned conditions.

But Mary, to Sandra's surprise, was not stopped by this obstacle - she continually remembered her friends who were ready to get her (and part-time Sandra) fake documents. For Sandra, this was unacceptable - she was from a prosperous family, her father was a prominent businessman, and she was broug... continue reading

By pressing the button, having previously undressed to the goal, listening to the melody of an ancient call behind a shabby door, you will stand with your bare knees on the dirty floor, as ordered in the last SMS. It came, knocking down your legs, on which you stood at the entrance, trying not to tremble, looking at your surprised guards.

Trembling with excitement, anger and fear of the unknown, you will want to scream from helplessness to the entire entrance. Nausea and disgust will rise to the throat from the understanding that nothing can be changed and all that awaits you is a beast outside the door, a disgusting beast, a blackmailer who has already begun and will continue to turn you into his slave ... Into his dirty disgusting something that can trample not only you, but a bunch of other people who will kill you and your family if he puts out the information he owns...

Of all those involved, you were chosen by him for a reason.

A beautiful, successful, rich and humiliating... continue reading

A hand strike on the inside of the thigh of the widely spaced legs.

- Wider legs!

Another blow.

— Wider, I say!

She obediently spread her legs and bent even more in the lower back, exposing her holes towards him, hoping to feel his cock in one of them and finally finish. He knew about her desire, and he liked that she was in such a state that she was ready for anything for his permission to finish. He ran his hand over her back, waist and hot buttocks, which he had just hit with a belt to interrupt her fifth attempt at cum. Fingers slid to the hole of the priests, massaged the entrance and went down to the slippery slit. Slightly caressing his lips, two fingers dived into the vagina. She yelped and leaned back, trying to push them harder, but they immediately slipped out of her flaming hole, preventing her from doing so. She trembled, and he raised his hand to his face and, smelling his wet fingers, smiled contentedly and went up to her head lying on the floor, put his hand to... continue reading