I’ve been reading erotica for just over 20 years. Here’s a list of the 30 best stories I’ve read in that time:
#30: TV Guide, by The Sinner
Tags: mc, mf, md, in – bro/sis, son/step-mom
I first wrote this list several years ago, a few months before I started posting it. I’ve scrolled through the list a few times since then (and, as you can imagine, found a dozen or more stories that would knock some of the current entries off the list) but I haven’t, like, memorized it.
And so I’m sort of shocked that this story is all the way down at number thirty. I mean, that really says something about the tales coming up, because TV Guide is a masterpiece.
Stop me if you’ve heard this before: Brother invents Mind Control Device and uses it to turn Sister and (Step-)Mother into Sex Slaves. One could argue that it’s not the world’s most original plot…but on the other hand, why mess with perfection?
I could wax poetical about what makes it work for thousands of words, but instead I’ll just give you the headlines (and recommend that you read the story):
- The sister is absurdly shallow and absurdly hot
- The mind-control turns her into pure, unquestioning arousal, directed to her brother
- The step-mother’s mind control is completely accidental: turns out she watches the same shows as her daughter
- Because she doesn’t have a brother, she finds a baby-faced pimp and starts a whole subplot as a whore
- The father is taken out of the picture and given the brothel to take care of while the son gets to fuck his sister and step-mother
Okay I remember now why it’s so low on the list: it’s a lot more plotty than most porn — which is genuinely something I like about it, but the later chapters aren’t nearly so hot. I’m a minimalist and while I enjoy the various subplots (the step-mother/whore storyline is a particular gem) it strays a little far from “what if a brother had really hot sex with his family” for my tastes.
Still worth reading, still hot and fun, but it drifts as it goes.
UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: Okay, it’s now several months since writing THAT, and I just finished a reread. I now disagree with both my former selves; the story stays so strong for so long, and if I ever rewrite this list I’ll probably move it up at least a little.
Stepping forward, he brought one hand up to touch the fabric of her dress. He could feel her trembling. “God, you’re so fucking hot, sis,” he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.
Katrina drew in a ragged breath. “Alex… no…” she moaned. “Please don’t… oh!” she exclaimed as he squeezed her tit through the thin fabric of the dress.
“I mean, you just have the tightest, sexiest little body I’ve ever seen,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a kiss on her lips. He’d kissed her before, but only in a brother-sister kind of way. This kiss he left on her lips longer. God, he hoped he was doing it right. He fought to control his nerves.
Katrina was unresponsive to his lips on hers, but gasped softly as he withdrew. Her eyes were closed. Alex squeezed her tits with both hands, enjoying the effect this had on her. “No… Alex…” she moaned in feeble protest.
“Just look at these gorgeous jugs of yours, Katrina,” Alex said, squeezing her left breast again for emphasis. Katrina gasped again. Alex kissed her again, and she responded this time, sucking hungrily on his upper lip.
“Please, Alex, n-not now…” she groaned as they broke the kiss, but her reaction to Alex’s touch spoke much louder than her words. Alex allowed himself a grin of triumph as he reflected on how well his programming had worked. Riding a surge of confidence, Alex gripped the top of the dress and pulled it downward, exposing her succulent tits. Katrina’s nipples stood erect. Alex brought his mouth forward to meet one of them.
If you liked this, check out: Earlier on this list I shared the far more dream-like (and also more “pure”) tale After School Special, which is a direct sequel and absolutely worth checking out as well.
Of my own work…I mean, do I even have to say? This is heavily within my genre. If you’re reading this you probably know which of my works this most resembles. (If you don’t, hi! I’m genuinely curious how you got here.)
#29: All About Andrea, by TeamEquipe
Tags: mf, cheating
This story hits some extremely specific beats for me. None of them individually is enough to blow me away, but they line up like dominos, knocking down one after another after another in an incredibly satisfying way.
Eva’s sister Andrea has always been madly in love with Mitch, ever since high school. And he’s happily used her for casual sex, unceremoniously dumping her whenever he wants to, breaking her heart and then picking things up again whenever he wants to get laid.
So now that Andrea is happily married, her sister knows this pattern has to stop. She goes to Mitch and tells him to leave her alone.
He will, provided she goes out with him.
Like I said, there are some specific beats in stories that just do it for me. One of them is women just unable to resist sex, when there’s a kind of inevitability to it. Massaged By A Nerd is the best example of that (I changed it to mind control in my adaptation, which is hot in a different way) but this one comes close.
She’s happily married herself. She knows she shouldn’t fuck him. But she does, again and again, like she just can’t help herself.
By the end of the story (spoiler, I guess) she realizes that Mitch was never interested in Andrea, it was always about her…and so she leaves her husband and son, and becomes his.
Good GOD I love that. I think this is the best example of that particular plot beat on this list. (Since compiling the list, I’ve found an author who regularly hits that in his stories; I devoured his entire catalogue as soon as I found it).
There’s just something so incredibly hot to me about an affair (especially a reluctant one) that eventually leads to the cheating party falling in love with the person they’re cheating with. It gets me deep in my gut, I absolutely love it.
Best scene: After the sister gets pregnant, Eva decides that she can safely stop her affair. In another twisted version of the inevitability kink I talked about above, he goes back to Andrea and just immediately seduces her again. Despite the fact that she has a newborn child and a husband and jesus christ it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever read. There are no details, no specifics, but just the premise of that lives deep in my, uh…balls, I guess.
If you liked this, check out: I originally wrote that “use me instead of having sex with [my family member]” was a beat I hit all the time in my work, but now that I go diving through my tales, Using Ursula is the only one that I can find. Do I have more like this, or do I just like it enough to imagine that I have more?
#28: Business and Pleasure, by Greyscribbler
Tags: mc, mf, ff, md, cheating
Another “this story is so freaking good how is it so low on this list, holy heck there are some great stories coming up” tale.
The biggest reason this is so low on the list is that it’s unfinished. Grey has promised to come back to it at some point, but it’s been six years since the last update, so I’m not holding my breath.
(If I had held my breath for six years, I’d be dead.) (Please do not attempt to hold your breath for that long.)
As it goes it also veers more into lesbianism than the premise requires – it feels a little like Grey himself only worked out how much he likes lesbian tales while writing this, because he’s written several incredible sapphic tales while this one has been on pause.
And don’t get me wrong, the girl-on-girl stuff is incredible, but the crux of this story is a woman being MC’d into cheating on her husband with her boss. At first it’s for completely innocuous reasons — they’re just “relieving stress” with spankings and orgasms and putting a penis into a vagina, it’s not sex, there’s nothing wrong wtih that.
As it goes on she increasingly realizes that not only is she cheating on her husband, but that she doesn’t want to stop.
Mind control, cheating, spanking, lesbian love, this story has it all. If only it would damn finish!
She knew what was about to happen. Simon’s cock was about to push into her pussy. Wouldn’t that, well, wouldn’t that be sex? Was she about to have sex with Simon? Two people in a professional relationship didn’t have sex, so that couldn’t be right.
Anne could feel his rigid cock, beginning to thrust its way inside her.
No, that’s not what professionals did. So they couldn’t be having sex. Her body might think it was sex. It was obvious that her body did think it was sex. She could feel how wet she was, how eager her cunt was to have Simon inside it. But it wasn’t really sex. No matter how fast her breathing was. No matter how she cried out. No matter how her erect nipples rubbed against his desk. It wasn’t sex. It was simply Simon’s way of helping her through a difficult time. It didn’t matter how eagerly she thrust herself back against his strokes. It wasn’t sex.
Anne felt Simon cum inside her, her own orgasm cresting as he did.
They may not be having sex, but whatever it was felt so, so, good.
And then, just two chapters later:
Anne realised that it was hard to describe what they’d done as anything but sex. Really, he’d shoved his cock into her pussy. She’d come, what, three times? Sex. Fucking. Stupid to call it anything else. Her attempts last week to deny it was sex seemed laughable. But sometimes people who worked together did that. It wasn’t as if she was in love with Simon. Not like she was with Liam. And without any emotions it wasn’t like she was really betraying her boyfriend, not in any way that mattered. If having sex with Simon meant she could do her job better, then why not? Not to mention how much she enjoyed it. So, she was having sex with Simon. Anne was glad she had that settled. When either of them needed it, they could just have sex.
And while I maintain that lesbianism isn’t the core of the story (and is perhaps a bit of a distraction), it really is incredible. Greyscribbler plays the tension of the main character falling in love with another of her boss’s playthings SO effectively:
Anne hesitated then she, too, retrieved her clothes. She could still smell their arousal, hanging heavy on the air of the office. Anne tried to keep calm as she desperately searched the features of her friend, looking for any sign that perhaps, just perhaps, Charlotte felt something for her.
She couldn’t see anything. She’d have to content herself with friendship. It was for the best, Anne tried to tell herself. It had to be only a passing phase. Just a silly crush. She’d get over it. Best not to ruin a friendship for something so ridiculous. She wasn’t convinced. She knew her protests were half-hearted. Deep down she knew how much she felt for Charlotte. How she wanted to run to her.
“Well, I’d, umm, better be going,” said Charlotte, a wan smile on her lips.
“You feel better now?” Anne asked, a hand reaching out weakly towards her friend.
Anne saw her turn to go. It was as if all the warmth in the world was going with her.
“Charlotte,” Anne cried out. Her friend turned, and Anne’s courage failed again.
“How about, umm, would you like to go for a drink, after work, on Friday?” Lame Anne screamed at herself. She thought how stupid she sounded, how Charlotte would have to realise what Anne felt.
If she Charlotte did realise she gave no sign. Instead, her smile widened as she replied “Sure, see you then.” And the she turned again, and was gone before Anne could say anything else.
Okay one more, simply because I think obsessively about this scene:
“I’m only going to be away for a few days,” Liam managed to squeeze out as Anne smothered him in kisses. He’d only just managed to close the door before Anne had launched herself at him, clothes torn, buttons and zippers things that Anne seemed no longer to understand. That Liam would be away on the night she and Chloe and Charlotte would be, would be going where they were going, that he wouldn’t be back for days, only made the guilt worse.
Anne slipped to her knees, licking and slurping at Liam’s cock. She wanted him hard. She wanted him in her. Somewhere, mouth, cunt, it didn’t matter. Her body sang at the thought, the feel of him, the sexual bliss she felt easing her pain. If she was gay she wouldn’t want this. She wouldn’t want his oh so lovely oh so hard cock impaling her. She couldn’t be gay. Couldn’t be that other word she wouldn’t even let herself think.
Satisfied that her attentions had achieved enough Anne pushed her boyfriend onto the floor. Desperately she threw herself onto him, so wet he instantly plunged deep inside.
“I don’t,” the words spaced out by kisses that were attempts to drive her tongue as deep into his mouth as her hips were driving his cock into her pussy, “care.” Her hands gripped his arms, holding him tight. “I need you now”.
Liam had worried that he’d miss his taxi, with Anne fussing around him, kissing and caressing and not able to keep her hands off him. She’d convinced him to let her give him one last blow-job before he left. He’d have liked to have said that she talked him into it, but talking had little to do with how she convinced him. Anne was on her knees, deep-throating him, as the taxi pulled up outside.
“Anne,” Liam tried to get her attention, but she gripped his buttocks and forced his cock further into her mouth. Could the driver see them? Liam thought not, or at least hoped not. The driver shouldn’t be able to see enough to know what was going on, the windows were too high. He could probably only see Liam’s head and shoulders. But it felt, weird and hot and strange, having someone else see him while his girlfriend sucked him off. Transgressive. Erotic. The unfamiliar feelings, and Anne’s urgency, pushed him over the edge. He came, pouring his seed down her throat. He quickly rearranged his clothing. Anne was still kneeling on the floor, blissed out, eyes half closed. Liam bent down, kissed her on the forehead. “Goodbye. I love you.”
Love you too,” she murmured, “take care of yourself.”
She’s been blowing her boss at work, and his mind-control effects have sort of “spilled over” to her marriage and omfg I love it so so much.
If you liked this, check out: I think the story of my own that I recommend the most in this list is Spanked by my Boss, but this is by far where the comparison most applies. Spanked is fairly obviously and directly inspired by Business and Pleasure, right down to being unfinished with no update in years. (Although! I just wrote 3 new chapters and shared them with my $20+ Patreon backers. So there is definitely more coming!) (And more cumming!)
And obviously, if you enjoy Business and Pleasure, Grey has an entire bibliography that’s worth diving into.
#27: The MILF and her Boarder, by Gregory Michelson
Tags: mc, mf, md
My tastes run towards the simple, and so as we approach the #1 slot, my recommendations will increasingly consist of these pure little elegant gems.
This was originally posted to the EMCSA under a different title, but when it got moved onto Amazon I immediately went and bought it. It’s now apparently no longer on Amazon, so all I have for you is a Smashwords link.
After her husband dies and her two children move out, the titular MILF (Denise – later edited to be Diana?) realizes she has to rent her room out. She meets a potential boarder at a local cafe, and he’s perfect.
Denise can’t stop thinking about how perfect he is. So soft-spoken, so polite, exactly what she was looking for. And as she’s thinking about how perfect he is, she imagines him living in her house, getting naked in the shower, his cock…
Like I said, this isn’t a particularly complex story. The reason I like it so much is how submissive Denise’s fantasies are. With minimal prompting from the boarder, she starts imagining being good for him, pleasing him – when he moves in, he walks past the room she planned to rent and takes the main guest room, and she can’t bring herself to question it.
Especially when she imagines him undressing in the room. His room.
When he tells her that he’ll take lunch at 11:30, she doesn’t question it for a moment, just goes and cooks him a steak.
And then stands there silently, practically dripping, waiting and watching as he eats it.
In case you were worried, don’t be: they fuck. And then he mentions that he can’t wait for his daughters to come back and live in the house with them.
When the author moved it to Amazon, he added an extra chapter. You would think it’d be the scene with the daughters, but instead it’s just a random student from his school! The biggest tease of all time.
A big part of what I like about the tale – aside from the submission – is the boarder’s casual interest in his power. Investigating it, seeing why it works on some people but not others. He’s born with it, but he’s a college professor and so he’s excited to learn how it works. It’s just a fun aspect to an already-hot tale.
“Hello David,” she said in a breathy tone as she opened the door for her renter. Denise had changed her old clothes for a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt that looked like it was about to explode under the weight of her bra-less tits. She’d verified that in her bathroom, as she thrust her chest out in front of the mirror.
The first T-shirt she’d tried that with hadn’t survived. Denise had a momentary impulse to giggle at the memory of the rips spreading through the tight shirt’s fabric as her meaty jugs fell free.
Too bad David hadn’t been there to see it. But on the other hand, the T-shirt was attractive enough, her tits pressing out and pulling the fabric up to expose her midriff. Her belly may not have been as flat as it had been in high school, but it was nicely curved, and besides, some men liked a little belly. She hoped David did.
If you liked this, check out: The thrumming heat of the tale comes from Denise’s submission: I talked about Dollars and Sins in an earlier entry, but that one has a similar MILFy submissive energy.
I’d love to be able to recommend some of my own stories with that level of submission, but the more of this list I write, the more I realize I apparently suck at writing to my own kinks?
#26: New Girl, by Downing Street
Tags: mc, mf, exhibitionism
It wouldn’t be a new part of this list without a Downing Street story, and this one…well, it’s my twenty-sixth favourite erotica story of all time for a reason. (And I’ve read a lot of erotica.)
There’s a specific genre of erotica, “someone slowly warps reality around them” (a format I love, more coming up) and within that genre, a common feature is a character is someone who is coming into the already-slightly-warped reality a little bit late.
It’s a great technique, because it allows you to see both the corruption of the main character and a preview of where they’re going to be. It also lets you have a character question the situation (you see that a lot in sitcoms, too: “new guy in the situation”).
New Girl is one of the best of the genre and technique both. While Jolene was away for a week of training, an intern – the titular new girl – was hired, and her demure nature contrasts with her incredible bod that she won’t stop showing off.
I have mild aphantasia, so I struggle to imagine things visually. Rereading this story I was surprised that at no point could I get a good image of the new girl; the way that she’s shy and blushing contrasts so much with her exhibitionism, I just can’t imagine what it looks like.
But Jolene, I get. I can follow her journey perfectly, and it’s hot as hell.
Best scene: A little over halfway through the story, the story goes from good to great. where she goes from “reluctantly dressing up and questioning her actions” to “insatiably turned on by what’s happening”:
“God, what’s wrong with me this morning?” she gasped, as a second finger slipped in. “I’m so hot . . . Calvin . . . oh sweet sugar cookies . . . look at me . . . I’m a hottie . . .” She leaned forward and grabbed the top of the door so she could keep her balance while she stroked. Her fingers thrust, faster and faster. She was soaked, and panting. “Dammit Calvin you sexist brute . . . oh god Calvin . . . Calvin . . . Caaaalvin!” The orgasm made her knees buckle and her eyes squeeze shut. It left her panting against the metal door.
Jilling off in the washroom was a new experience for Jolene. At least she had worked that bizarre impulse out of her system. After lunch she had a meeting with the partners. When it was over she had to come back to the toilet and do it all again.
If you liked this, check out: Another author and I have discussed writing a New Girl-inspired story, so stay tuned for that. Coming “soon”.
(Also worth noting: this tale predates the show by half a decade!)
#25: Teen Queen, by MasterStroke
Tags: mc, md, mf, ff, in – mom/daughter
MasterStroke is, alas, another author who pulled his works from the EMCSA (and hasn’t uploaded this one anywhere else that I can find).
This is a sequel to #84 on this list, Change in Style, which is essentially the same story but from a teacher’s point of view (instead of a student). And – perhaps to its credit, in a sense – it doesn’t take things quite as far as this one does.
There’s a fetish that I’ve only recently identified, and I don’t think it quite has a name. It’s something that I encountered in TheTalkMan‘s stories (who I mentioned above; I hadn’t discovered when I first made this list), and have increasingly realized I adore.
It’s sort of a…perfection fetish. Or “superiority” might be a better word for it. TheTalkMan hits it in basically of his his stories, but no one hits it quite as hard as this one does.
Kimberly – demonstrating the technique I just mentioned above – returns to a school that has already been affected, mostly by her teacher, Glory (from the first story in the series) (which is in no way mandatory reading, but also quite good).
But for whatever reason, the ultimate mind controller – her master – has decided that she, Kimberly, is to become the Ultimate in Woman. And so she’s aggressively bimboized, turned into a nonstop sucking and fucking bisexual slut.
It’s so damn hot. It gets goofier and goofier as it goes, but jesus christ is it enthralling. She’s just increasingly detached from reality (as we know it, anyway) and cruel and capricious and just doing anything she likes whenever she likes. Even Glory ends up bowing down to her, and Kimberly is so physically perfect – so clearly superior – that she’s excited to do so.
Best scene: There are too many to choose from, but I’ll go with:
Searching through the halls, she found Ryan and Becky, the school’s foremost couple, ardently making out in a corner. Seniors, they had been dating since eighth grade. Word had it that they had never even had a real fight. Ryan played basketball and was in tremendous shape. Dark-haired Becky was a cheerleader, one of the ones, she knew, that had been on Candice’s side when they voted her off the squad.
Becky wore a pair of platform sandals and a top from Female Designs that Kimberly recognized. Becky had always had large boobs, but Kimberly noticed with satisfaction that hers were half again as big, and they bounced easily without any bra at all. Big, yummy boobs were important on a bimbo babe. They made sure a man knew that a girl could always look good, and could take care of lots and lots of children without a problem.
To their credit, Ryan didn’t look up for a full ten seconds when Kimberly arrived, posing like a model only a few feet away from them. When he did though, he gaped. Becky glared. Kimberly pushed herself between the two, pie-facing Becky to get her out of the way, pressing her body onto Ryan as if he was some long-lost lover.
“I need you, Ryan,” she moaned. “I’ve needed you forever.”
His hands went into the air, so she curled her arms around his neck and kissed him until they dropped down and touched her supple skin. First, maybe to push her away, but that soon devolved into holding her tight. Only then did she stop the kiss. He looked in amazement at her enormous boobs, nearly high up enough to be against his face. She led his face downwards so that his cheek rested there as he bent over. The steamy babe ignored the angry squeals of the girl behind her, wondering why she wasn’t getting attacked. Shock, perhaps. Or maybe because they were fans of the same type of clothing.
“Please,” she breathed. “Forever. Please, say you want me too?”
“I want you,” he said agreeably, breathing hard, rubbing his face against her chest.
“Ryan!” Becky shrieked.
Kimberly pressed herself against him, looking at the pretty girl with tears welling up in her eyes with unrestrained disgust in her bright, gorgeous green eyes.
“Make her go away, Ryan. Tell her you don’t want her anymore.”
He hesitated, so her hand went to his crotch, where it found a substantial handhold.
“I don’t . . . man you’re hot,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Of course you do, Ryan. I’m the hottest babe in school, and she’s been in between you and me for all these years. Isn’t that selfish of her? I know that pisses you off, baby, knowing that you could have been fucking me for the past four years and instead you’ve had to settle for this . . .” she looked haughtily at the girl. “This cow. Next to me, she’s nothing. A hag. I’m completely yours, Ryan.” She kissed him briefly, hotly. “Totally yours. Tell this bitch to fuck off.”
His hesitation dissolved. Perhaps it went the same place her inhibitions had.
“Fuck off, Becky.” He sounded as mad as she wanted him.
“Ryan! No, please-”
“Tell her she’s worthless.”
“You’re worthless, Becky.”
Becky’s tears came easily now, staring abjectly at the two of them. “Why, why would you-”
“Becky, what the hell?” the young man said. “I don’t want you anymore. Get your worthless ass out of my sight so I can be with a real woman.”
Sobbing, Becky ran off, finding no solace with anyone, as they were either too busy ogling Kimberly or making out with some newfound love. As soon as she dropped from sight, the chestnut-haired siren withdrew from Ryan and giggled.
“Well, that was just as fun as I imagined!” She giggled again at the sudden horror on his face, and then turned and strutted off.
Okay no while trying to find that one I also encountered:
Feeling decisively naughty, she began to kiss her mother’s neck. The older woman stiffened, but did not push against her. Kimberly wouldn’t have let her move away anyway, her hands were soft but strong, and held her mother in place easily. Soon they started to move under her blouse, up her back, massaging the skin there as her lips migrated upwards, each one longer and more tongue-filled than the last. The teen’s huge satiny tits were warm and inviting, her body a playground for her mother’s now-roaming hands.
“That’s a good Mommy,” Kimberly purred, enjoying the gasps of her mother as she neared her lips towards hers. “Hot lil’ Mommy hot for her baby.”
She moaned in response, her hips starting to buck ceaselessly against the stocking-covered leg that Kimberly had placed in front of her crotch. Kimberly finally slid her tongue into her mother’s mouth, relieving what must have been . . . years and years of sexual desire on both their parts. Veronica found herself with the pants of her suit in a heap on the floor somehow, necking with her daughter, riding on her leg to guide her to orgasm. Kimberly could feel it as the older woman lost herself to the sensation, as she cummed quickly and violently, her nails digging deep into her daughter’s mostly bare back.
“You’ll take that new job, won’t you?” Kimberly asked, sliding her fingers into her mother’s still-twitching pussy.
“Y-Yes!” came the response, her mother already feeling another orgasm build.
Kimberly smiled. “Good Mommy,” she cooed. “Does Mommy wanna another cum?”
I’d actually forgotten there was incest in this story. That’s how much it has going on.
If you liked this, check out: Because life is fundamentally unfair, there are only three MasterStroke stories available through the Wayback Machine, and this one is my favourite. But as I mentioned in my Change in Style writeup, he’s clearly inspired by Downing Street, most notably Beauty and the Boots and another story coming up shortly…
If you like the cruelty in the first excerpt above, you should also check out TheTalkMan’s writings. And of my own stories, maybe the TheTalkMan-inspired story The No-Study Club (currently only available on my Patreon).
#24: Lessons from the Neighbor, by Stormbringer
Tags: mf, cheating, interracial, anal
This is the third-highest-rated Stormbringer story on this list, which is almost everything you need to know. (It’s also the final interracial story! Which for Stormbringer, is really saying something.)
A young, hot, blonde, busty housewife is married to an older, boring white guy, and she just can’t seem to satisfy him sexually. Whatever is she to do?
Fortunately for her, she has a hot black (married!) neighbor who “reluctantly” teaches her everything she needs to know.
Megan is so deliciously naïve; her neighbor Jamal manages to completely convince her that he’s only doing this to help her out, that it’s all a huge favor, and that if his P never goes in her V, none of what they do is cheating.
The whole story is hot (I mean, this high on the list, that’s going to pretty consistently be the case) – the way she poses for him in lingerie, and then tries so hard to please him while giving him head (to earn an A! And certainly not for no other reason) but for me it’s the ending that makes this one rank so high.
As part of her “lessons” (which have been strangely ineffective in making her husband interested in her) Megan has watched interracial porn with Jamal, gone down on him, let him go down on her…and then he convinces her that what she needs to do to please her husband is learn how to have anal sex.
And with some effort, she convinces him to “teach” her.
Feeling her well-hung black neighbor slide into her rear entrance is so deeply satisfying, she gets addicted. And since it’s not cheating, she has no compunctions in going back again and again and again, letting him fill her ass up whenever they can get a moment alone…
There are so many Pan-specific kinks here. The mutual cheating (Jamal is happily married!), the justification, the addiction and – like I mentioned earlier – sort of inevitability of it. And while I don’t really think of anal as one of my key kinks, this sort of desperation for it (also seen in Anal Addict, #75 on this list) (and a little in Daddy’s DVD, #78) really pushes my buttons.
And at the very end of the story, they finally cross that final boundary…
Megan’s eyes flew open as soon as the head penetrated her. She hadn’t imagined sex could feel this good. Jamal had quickly pushed his cock in as deep as Harold had ever been, but the thick, black cock in her pussy felt so much better then her husband’s limp little noodle ever could. The pleasure was so good, that it brought her to her senses, and she realized she was about to sin. Megan could feel an orgasm growing and if she didn’t stop Jamal now she would experience her first orgasm during intercourse, from a cock that wasn’t her husbands.
“Jamal, please take it out,” she begged.
“Tell me you don’t love having this cock in your pussy.”
Megan shook her head in denial of how good it felt. “No, I love it, she sobbed in frustration, “but We’re cheating.”
“Oh god Megan, you’re right,” he said pulling it out.
Megan felt his cock slowly sliding out of her pussy. The pleasure center of her brain was screaming at her to put it back in. She felt the fat head of his cock starting to stretch out her lips, but instead of pulling it out, he buried about half his cock back in. Her pussy squeeezed down on the thick six inches inside, trying to hold it in, and before Megan could protest again, the orgasm exploded from her body, causing her to cry out with joy.
“Harold, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed once she had recovered.
“Fuck the doctor,” Jamal said working another inch in. “White men don’t know nothing about pussy. Only a black cock can give you what you really need. Your pussy belongs to me now.”
He was right. The movies had shown her how different white and black men were during sex. The women had all tried to fight it, but it hadn’t been any use and they had submitted to the black men. Just like she was now.
“Oh fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me with that big black cock. You’re so much bigger then my husband.”
If you liked this, check out: All of Stormbringer’s work, of course. At a glance, I’m not seeing anything in my own catalogue that makes sense as an obvious recommendation. Massaged By My Nerdy Brother, maybe? For some reason that feels relevant.
#23: Bawdy And Soul, by Downing Street
Tags: mc, mf, ff, fd
The above story is the third-highest ranked Stormbringer on the list; this is the third-highest ranked Downing Street tale.
And what a gem it is.
There’s some overlap with Change in Style – a hot teacher turns the entire school into a fuckpuddle, seducing male and female students alike (as well as any teachers who cross her path). Reading them back to back is a fun exercise in seeing how two authors tackle a similar premise.
Masterfully. Both of them.
It opens with a character who’s already unnaturally horny; not my favourite thing in erotica, but absolutely vital for this story to work, so I’ll let it slide. Veronica Alura (amazing name) is a teacher horny for her students, and in response to her lascivious desires, a demon offers to buy her soul.
She’s not sure – I mean, if someone confirms the existence of souls by wanting to purchase yours, that’s going to cause some hesitation – so he offers her a six-day trial.
Six days where she can act on her desires without consequence, where she can release her sexual powers. The demon disappears, and the door to her classroom opens to reveal the very student she was just fantasizing about.
Teacher/student stuff is hot generally; I, like most folk, hit puberty in high school, surrounded by teachers and students and sexual energy with nowhere to put it. (At the age of sixteen, I ended up diverting that energy into my first ever erotica, a now-hard-to-find story called The Girls).
Downing Street is the master of many things, but I don’t think anyone writes school takeovers like he does. Just extraordinary stuff.
Best scene: The scene that always comes to mind for this story is when Veronica starts coaching the cheerleaders:
Brandi was still admiring her friend: “An’ I think you have the nicest, sweetest, sexiest smile an’ sometimes I could just kiss you!” Impulsively she did just that. She leaned forward to plant a long, hot one on Robyn’s lips. The other girls cooed their approval. Sue stopped pouring long enough to take a long swig from the bottle.
When the kiss was over Robyn started without prompting. “Oh, I wanna do Terri! Babe you are soooo gorgeous. I mean, like everything! Your skin, it’s like it glows. An’ your titties! I love em. I mean, ye gods, they’re so yummy!” She hopped into the lap of her amazed, half-dressed friend. She began to fondle her big breasts ardently. She smothered protests with kisses.
The other girls began spontaneously adoring each other.
“Hey, Brandi, I love the way you move. And you do have such sexy lips!“
“Tara, you sexy bitch! You’ve got the best legs on the cheerleading squad. Heck, the whole school. You’re making me wet, honey.”
“Mmmmm, baby, I loooove those freckles. Look, you’ve got one here (kiss) and here (kiss) and some more here (kiss, nuzzle, kiss) and here . . . .”
“Oooopsh. Lookie, I spilled my drink on my titties.”
“Oh poor baby, let me lick that off for you.”
“Hey Sushie! Pash the bottle, I’m empty!”
This story also has one of my all-time favourite endings. Which, not coincidentally, also features the cheerleading squad…
If you liked this, check out: MasterStroke’s work is the obvious recommendation, along with Downing Street’s other school-based tales. The closest I’ve come to “horniness takes over a school” in my own work is my very-inactive tale Independence Falls, and some commissions: Amber, Annie, College Campus, and New Dorm.
#22: Trophy Ninja Whore, by Pizzahead
Tags: mc, mf, md, cheating
It’s wild to me that this story is only at number 22 on the list, but it gets increasingly competitive as we reach the end of the list.
This story, to me, is the peak of mind control cheating. Cuckoldry – not in the sense of “the guy is a cuck who’s into it”, but the literal meaning: a woman cheating on her man.
Angela is a trophy wife. She’s a perfect specimen of femininity – busty, a dancer, absolutely gorgeous. And when she starts seeing a new therapist, she realizes how much untapped potential she has.
She should be using her assets more. Flirting more. Sleeping around more.
Over the course of the story, she grows increasingly confident (not that she was exactly shy before) in her sexuality. In being an adulterer. In using her body to have whoever she wants.
And, increasingly, on becoming her therapist’s perfect sex doll.
Pizzahead has such a sophisticated writing style. A little verbose, perhaps (not that I’m in a position to complain) but he’s clearly had some experience writing; the way he really dives into the characters and shepherds us from thought to thought makes me genuinely curious to know what else he’s written. (I refuse to believe that he turned up on MCStories, wrote two tales that made my top 100, and has never otherwise touched a piece of fiction).
The “perfection” fetish I mentioned earlier is in full play here. The best scene is when she seduces her friend’s husband, with zero concern about what she’s doing to their marriage – or her own. She wants to have sex with him (for a specific goal, at that) and that’s all that matters. Everything else is secondary.
Pizzahead also does a great job of conveying a character’s yearning. Angela doesn’t just get wet thinking about her therapist, she aches for him. For chapter after chapter, and it’s so visceral…just incredible stuff.
Best scene: As promised:
“I need more than Tom, and lucky you, you’re on my list. But there are rules, and you break a single one and you’ll regret it. Number one, I decide whether we ever so much as touch, and when. Two, you never, ever, call me, or text me, or email me. No digital or audio trail, none. Three, it begins when I say it begins, and ends when I say it ends, no negotiations, no begging for more. Four, there will be no day in the future when you confess to Kitten, no silly fantasies that we’re going to end up together living happily ever-after. You don’t mope in font of your wife when you long for me; she’s my friend, and I don’t even care if you understand this, but none of what happens now is about hurting her. And remember—my husband is one of the most powerful lawyers in the state, and you’ll give him no reason, not even a telltale glance when you’re old and gray, to destroy you. Are we clear on all of this?”
I let it all sink in. Oliver sat there looking like it would take a crowbar to pry his gaze from my heat, and his Adam’s apple moved with a hard swallow before he said, “You make it sound like I’d be crazy to say yes. Why—“
“Because your ultimate reward would be even greater than you’ve imagined,” I interrupted, untying the belt at my waist and pulling open the top of the coat.
They weren’t completely bare, my huge bulging tits, but nothing was hidden from view, either, and I knew how to make an entrance, squeezing them from the side so they bulged extra inches into his personal space. I remembered what happened when men saw my areoles and nipples for the first time—it was like showing Mount Everest to someone who’d never suspected the earth had anything more impressive than foothills. They did double and triple-takes, and Oliver was no different. He did not say “Oh my God!” again—he moaned, and there was no doubt at all that the sound did not originate in his throat or his head; it came straight from his balls. And I knew from that sound, and the wild hungry appreciation in his eyes, that it was exactly like Tom joked—they were my deal-closers, and Oliver Clarke would be mine now to do with as I pleased.
He finally did speak, unconnected half-words at first that finally gained traction. “I can’t… It’s like… My God you’re…”
“Tell me what I am,” I helped to pull it out.
“It’s like you’re made of sex! They’re… You’re… You are sex!”
If you liked this, check out: This story is sort of like the MasterStroke/Downing Street tales from earlier on this list, mixed in with a healthy (well…severely unhealthy, but in a fun way) dose of cheating. I don’t know that there’s much else out there like this – again, even my own catalogue falls short. Harder, Big Butt Slut, and Private Dance are as close as I can get, but all of them pale in comparison to this masterpiece.
Another sentiment you’ll hear more of as we reach the top of the list.
#21: Bitch, by Tabico
Tags: mf, ff, md, mc, be
I believe this is the only bestiality story on the list!
I don’t know if I’d even qualify bestiality as a fetish of mine. I enjoy it purely in the context of “taboo” – like incest or cheating, a woman being so turned on and desirous of cock that she doesn’t even limit herself to her own species.
It’s so wrong and sick, and that’s what makes it hot.
The first ever erotica story I read was a bestiality tale (long story) (well, actually pretty short) and over the next years as teenage Pan explored the internet, I read many more. But it’s not something I seek out – I don’t even know that I’ve read any more recently than Bitch, despite having written several.
Bitch isn’t hot because of the bestiality, but the bestiality is a vital ingredient in what makes it work. A piece of fanfiction for another character in the EMCSA, it’s an odd beast (no pun intended) in a few regards.
Honestly, it’s hotter as a mind control/submission story than it is as a story about a woman fucking a dog. Maybe that’s why I like it so much – the bestiality isn’t there because “interspecies sex hot”, it’s to demonstrate how utterly modified she is, how completely submissive she is.
And boy howdy does she become submissive.
Jessica is a target of Belle Simon, the character this is technically fanfiction of. But just as she’s about to be given her commands, her car’s radio comes on, and a random snippet of a talk show goes on to define her entire life.
It’s a little contrived, but the way Jessica takes the random information and distills it into a chilling, no-hesitation way of life…jesus it’s hot.
The random car radio dialogue instructs her to:
- Like women, in a sexual way
- Find herself a MAN, a dominant man, and bend herself to his needs
- Become “bitch”
- Awaken society from the way of thinking it has forced it on her
She takes that information, seduces her lesbian neighbor, buys a huge dominant dog, becomes his sexual slave…and then uses her research (which is also in mind control) to turn her neighbor and her lab assistant into dog-serving bitches as well.
Again, this shouldn’t be surprising – we’re basically in my top twenty stories now – but this is just one of the hottest pieces of writing on the internet.
I’m always surprised by how short it is, too. Tabico does so, so much in just three chapters.
Best scene: It’s hard to say whether it’s the first time she sleeps with her neighbor, or the first time she sleeps with her dog, but they’re both incredible.
When she’s tying up the other women and “awakening” them, there’s also a tenderness to it which is surprisingly hot. Hell, almost everything about this tale is surprisingly hot.
If you liked this, check out: My (unfinished) tale Brad Tries Again is very much me trying to capture the magic of Bitch in my own way. I also have a (Patreon-only; there’s actually no site where I can really post it) story that dives HEAVILY into the kink of bestiality/that kind of primal ownership, My Neighbor’s Dog.
Tabico is also a prolific author in her own right, though her stuff mostly focuses on f/f dynamics and a drone kink that doesn’t really interest me.
Up next: My favourite 20 erotica tales of all time…