I’ve been reading erotica for just over 20 years. Here’s a list of the 40 best stories I’ve read in that time:
#40: Ashley’s Corruption, by BurroGirl18
Tags: mf, md, reluctance, cheating
It feels a little weird putting a BurroGirl18 story on this list, since we’re frequent collaborators (Photographed by my Friend, Christmas Shopping for my Husband, My Creepy Neighbor, Cheating On Kate, and about half a dozen upcoming tales as well) but before we wrote together, I was a fan.
I still am a fan. She’s sent me some unpublished stories that…holy heck I wish she’d post them already.
This isn’t my favourite of her stories (that one is way, way higher on the list) (and she only has two published tales, so it won’t be hard to work out what I’m referring to here) but I couldn’t make a top hundred list without sharing it.
Ashley’s boyfriend is running against Max for class president. Max is older, muscular, cocky, and corrupt as hell, so she decides to try to get some dirt on him.
Unfortunately, Ashely has enormous breasts (ain’t it always the way?) and Max plies her with alcohol and then seduces her with his huge cock.
It’s a simple story, but BurroGirl knows how to spin a cheating tale, and it’s a hot one.
Best scene: The whole story is basically one long (not even that long tbh) scene, as Max seduces her under the guise of “checking if her tits are real or fake”. This is a fun part, if a little silly:
As my eyelids opened, the first thing I saw was Max’s erect penis. Shocked, I sprung up.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed.
Freed from the tight underwear, his stiff cock was now staring at me.
“Relax,” he said, still massaging my breasts with one hand while he got rid of his boxers. “It’s not what you think.”
I felt violated, but I couldn’t stop staring at his hard cock as it wriggled between his legs while he moved. It was a nice, thick, circumcised penis, one that, if seen in porn, would certainly make me my mouth water, but since it belonged to this asshole I couldn’t enjoy the sight without feeling sick to my stomach.
“Why the fuck are you naked?!” I shouted.
“Just calm down,” he said as he placed both of his hands on my tits. “Your breasts, they are wonderful, but I still need to try something out. You see, the head of the penis is one of the most sensitive parts of the male body.”
“No, you’re not gonna—”
“Ash. Just trust me. I need to feel the texture of your breasts with my penis to be able to tell that they’re real.”
If you liked this, check out: Aside from my collaborations with BurroGirl (and her other tale) my story My Son’s Bully has a similar (though less reluctant) energy. Also “A Very Personal Assistant” from the last batch.
#39: Caught, by APerv2
Tags: mf, md, fd, mom/son
I often say that I like incest because it’s the epitome of what I find sexy: female arousal. And while that’s undeniably true (and this story is a great example of that) I have to admit that incest itself is a turn-on for me.
(Not, and I hope that this disclaimer is unnecessary, in real life. I have a healthy, non-sexual relationship with my family.)
This story does an incredible job of capturing the tension that makes the incest so believable. It’s not a “realistic” story by any means; it’s still firmly the camp of male fantasy, but the characters don’t flip a switch and start begging for sex.
Instead, it’s the story of a mother who comes home to find her son masturbating and is…conflicted. Aroused, and upset with herself for being aroused. Confused and turned on and making up justifications for what she’s doing after the fact.
All of that by itself is a set of great ingredients for a hot tale, but APerv2 flips it upside-down and tells the whole thing from the point of view of the son. He doesn’t understand why his mother isn’t just flipping out and kicking him out of the house. And when he gets a little bit of power, he uses it to…well, you know what he uses it for.
But as the mother goes along with his ‘blackmail’, it’s clear that she wants to, and he doesn’t quite understand why.
It’s not the best-told story (the author has an infuriating habit of saying “Ga head” instead of “Go ahead”, and then uses the phrase constantly) but the heat is there, and it’s all because of that central internal tension…shown from the outside.
Best scene: The way the mother copes with her taboo attraction to her son is by masking it as anger, which…jesus christ I don’t know why that’s as hot as it is:
“I just knew this was the kind of shit that got you off.” She whispered under her breath and shook her head slowly as she started to run her long fingers over my hard-on; examining it. Her tone was harsh but her eyes were soft and wanting.
She glanced up at me, “Incest…” She whispered. “It’s so wrong to make me do this, you know that don’t you?” She added as she returned her attention to the hard dick in front of her. She plucked a tiny piece of lint off the tip of my dick with her long fingernails and flicked it to the floor. She returned to her scrutiny as she moved my hard dick from one side to the other; inspecting, seemingly indifferent like it was a job she’d been doing forever.
She could take all night as far as I was concerned. She looked incredibly sexy down there.
“How long have you been thinking about me like this Robert?” She asked me as she ran her fingertips over me.
It was getting a little hard concentrating on the conversation as I watched her.
“I don’t know, for a while I guess.”
“I can’t see why you would want me to do something like this to you.” She says. The question sounded sincere.
“You mean besides the fact that you’re gorgeous?” Another burst of honesty.
She looked up at me as she crouched there. She looked like she actually appreciated the compliment.
She turned us both a little so that the light from the workbench showed her pretty face more clearly. She caught the long strands of hair that hung in her face with the fingernail of her pinky and hooked them behind her ears; first one side then the other.
“Is that better?” She says as she looks up at me. There seems to be no sign of resentment in her eyes.
She opened her mouth wide and I watched my dick slowly disappear.
I gasped, “Jeez!”
When she had it all in her mouth she wrapped her full pretty pink lips softly around it and sucked.
If you liked this, check out: APerv2 has taken his (I’m assuming it’s a he) entire catalogue offline, but you can use archive.org to check out his other tales. I’ve already mentioned his other story from my list, Mom’s Kids, but he has another dozen or so stories besides.
#38: Simon Says, by Downing Street
Tags: mc, mf, step-incest, mom/son
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: Downing Street is the master of mind-control erotica. Bar none. I could write for another fifty years and I don’t think I’d even approach his level, he’s just one-of-a-kind.
And he’s only written two incest tales: one (Alternatives) isn’t even on the EMCSA, probably because it doesn’t contain “true” mind control (although that didn’t stop me from publishing my tribute there, Mother-in-Law).
This is the other one. And it’s fantastic.
Now, it doesn’t contain much direct incest – it’s not even tagged as such on the archive. And yes, he’s her stepson instead of her son.
But who cares. This tale is perfect.
Simon returns from India and the Middle East and starts issuing odd commands. As is so often the case in Downing Street’s stories, Simon’s mother (well, stepmother, but nobody’s perfect) finds herself not only obeying them (everything he says just seems so right) but getting aroused from doing so.
He never fucks her, but she does start handing out blowjobs to him whenever he wants one. My favourite scene is just a paragraph; Simon using his powers on other women:
Simon didn’t use his stepmother for ordinary sex, however, though he surely knew she would let him fuck her in any way imaginable. That task fell to a growing line of beautiful, obedient girlfriends that fawned all over Simon and marvelled when his step-mother served them breakfast in bed.
The implied humiliation (Dripping Oil, which this story was inspired by, is much heavier on the humiliation) is just what makes it work – imagine taking home a woman and having your mother, dressed to Downing Street’s tastes, bringing the two of you breakfast in bed.
Hot, hot, hot.
Simon was waiting for her when she got in the door. “About time you got here, you little tart,” he pronounced. “Why so late? Been out showing off on the streets?”
As usual, Simon’s abuse hit her like a drug. “Ohhhhhh. N-No, please, Simon, nothing like that. I, I just missed my first bus, that’s all. Spent too long at the gym.” She dropped her briefcase and white purse on the floor.
“I bet,” he sneered. “Mom you are such a little bimbo. A sugar tart, that’s you. Look at that dress. I bet you enjoyed giving the guys an eyeful all day. Is that how you keep your job? Doesn’t seem to me you have the brains for it.”
Electric bolts of sexual need shot through Amanda. Groaning, she collapsed against the wall, losing her balance on her tall heels. “Please, Simon, honey, stop this. I, I’m oh god I’m so hot!” She ran her hands down her tight dress, clinging weakly to self-control.
“Just how do you keep your job, Mother? It’s got to be with that bod of yours, isn’t it. Little airhead sexpot like you can’t possibly be executive material. Shit, I even have to tell you what to wear in the morning. Even then you barely get it right.”
“Simmmonnnn, Please, stop it.” Amanda wailed, her face flushed. She was clenching her fists and grinding her thighs together.
“Face it Mother, you’re just a sex machine. A dick receptacle. Do you give good blow jobs, Mom? Is that how you keep your job? I bet you suck cock like a vacuum cleaner.”
“Simon, No, no n-ooh, ooooh” Amanda groaned, helpless with desire. She felt like her body was on fire. Her eyes rolled backwards and she slid down the wall, collapsing in a quivering heap at her step-son’s feet.
“Jezuz, Mom,” he said, “You are the most over-sexed, cock-hungry bimbo I’ve ever met. Hey, you’re so hungry for a dick to suck, why don’t you come here and suck on mine.” He took a step forward and stopped in front of her, spreading his legs into a domineering stance. He unzipped his black jeans and fished out his semi-erect penis, dangling it before his dazed step-mother like a lure.
Amanda looked up at him, drunk with desire. “Simon, oh, Simon no, I, I can’t,” she whimpered. Still, she stared at his exposed dick, her vision blurry, and felt herself moving. She climbed up onto her knees and half fell toward him, bracing herself on his legs. She felt insane with need, ready to suck off the boy she had raised since he was five years old. “Oh god Simon!” she gasped.
Her step-son smiled down on her. “Go ahead Mom. You know you want it.”
Amanda made a tiny sound deep in her throat. She took his cock tenderly in one hand, raising it toward her waiting lips. “Uhmmmmmmm,” she murmured as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
If you liked this, check out: I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again (yes, there are yet more Downing Street stories on this list) – everything by Downing Street is worth a read. All of it.
Of my own tales, nothing quite hits this note. And yes, I absolutely should work on correcting that.
#37: My Girlfriend and the Quarterback, by clarkoverns
Tags: mf, cheating
Part of me has always enjoyed cheating stories, but in 2017 I dated a woman who loved them. It’s a familiar refrain right now how much I’m turned on by female arousal, so even though that relationship didn’t last long (not, ironically, due to any cheating) my obsession with the genre remained.
This story is almost the epitome of my favourite structure of a cheating story: first-person from the cuckolded partner’s POV as they finds out about their partner repeatedly, flagrantly cheating on them from with a superior specimen.
I don’t like it when the partner being cheated on is actively into it, I generally dislike it when they’re actively involved (aka most cuckold stories), I just like them to find out and be hurt and humiliated by the whole endeavor. My tastes don’t normally include such a mean streak, but in cheating stories, it just absolutely does it for me.
I think it ties back into the female arousal thing. If she’s doing it for him, sure, whatever. If she knows it’ll hurt the guy she’s promised herself to (especially when it’s the guy she LOVES) but she just can’t fucking help herself because she’s so goddamned turned on…yeah, that’s where it’s at.
(What I can’t explain is why I particularly love it when she falls in love with the other guy. It seems to go exactly against my kinks, but holy shit am I particularly into that.)
My previous batch had another story in this style, also by Clark Overns (all his stories follow that exact formula) but this one is my favourite of his works.
Like all the stories so far in this update, it’s a simple tale – a high schooler’s girlfriend insists that he race against the quarterback, and puts a flash of her tits up as the prize. He loses, the quarterback gets to see her tits, and over the subsequent weeks, he figures out that she’s cheating on him.
That’s it. But for such a short tale, it’s unbelievably hot. I must have read it dozens of times, and it never gets old.
As I got closer, I saw just one car, a pickup truck, off in the far end of the parking lot. I could barely make out two people standing in front of it. I ducked down and started crawling on my knees, trying to get closer without anyone seeing me. When I thought I was close enough, I looked up. I wish I hadn’t.
There in front of me, twenty yards away, were Teri and Todd. Teri was lying down on the hood of Todd’s truck, naked from the waist down and with her legs spread wide. Todd was standing in front of his truck, pounding his cock into Teri’s pussy.
“Oh, yeah,” he panted. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Teri was silent, her mouth open in pleasure, letting Todd thrust in and out of her. Her panties were hanging off her ankle, bouncing up and down as Todd pumped his cock in and out of her cunt.
“Oh, fuck, Teri, you’re so hot,” he groaned. “You’re such a hot bitch.” He grabbed her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her bare breasts. He started roughly mauling them, making Teri gasp and wince in pain.
Todd began to speed up, pounding into Teri faster and faster. Her breasts wobbled and bounced obscenely on her chest as she shook under his thrusts. “Oh, fuck, yeah, oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” he shouted.
I couldn’t watch the rest of it. I slowly hunkered down and quietly snuck away, fighting back tears.
None of my currently-published stories really match the pattern I described (My Fiancée, My Sister, and My Highschool Bully comes closest) although I have two – I Won and The Perfect Couple – that I’m looking forward to writing. Oh, and Short King. And Quarantined Quinn.
Look once I get some of my ongoing stories finished, there are a bunch of cheating stories I want to write.
#36: Listening to Jack, by MisterArioch
Tags: mc, mf, in (bro/sis, mom/son), probably a dozen other tags I’m forgetting
Remember how I was saying that this batch of stories are all simple and self-contained?
Welcome to Listening to Jack.
This story rivals my own for length – still unfinished, it’s longer than the entirety of the Limits series combined – and publishing schedule. When it started, I don’t think I was even writing erotica full-time.
It’s been twelve years since it started, and we haven’t had an update in four, but the story still made #36 on my list. That’s how good it is.
It’s not perfect – as mentioned, I prefer small, simple stories. I’m a minimalist at heart, both in writing and in life. So the sprawling collection of girls and side-quests and enemies doesn’t inherently do it for me…but the story is so hot, I don’t even care.
It’s a structure that you’ll be familiar with (assuming you know my work) (and if you don’t, I’m genuinely curious how you stumbled across this list) – brother invents Mind Control Device, uses it to Mind Control his sister and mother and many other women into being His.
A classic. And Mister Arioch (another collaborator of mine, I should disclaim – co-author on the also-abandoned-for-a-decade Independence Falls) is a master writer. If you like my work, you should already have read this.
Best scene: Impossible to pick, of course, so let’s grab something from an early chapter:
Jack put his hand on Emily’s naked shoulder. He rubbed it gently. “Calibrations seem to be just about right,” he said to her. Emily didn’t know what that meant, but she really liked the touch of her twin brother’s hand on her skin. It made her feel wonderful.
“So you like it when your boyfriends – and Donna – play with your breasts?”
“Oh, yeah,” Emily said breathlessly. “They’re really sensitive.”
“Good,” Jack said. He inched a slight bit away from Emily on the bed, moving so he could get a better view of her body. “Why don’t you show me how you like them to be played with? It’s okay. Your body feels good when you play with your tits, right?”
Emily nodded. Something about what her twin brother was saying seemed wrong somehow to her, but she couldn’t figure out why. And besides, he only wanted her to feel good. How could that be wrong? So she cupped her breasts in her hands, letting her fingers roam across their soft swells …and sighed happily as she began to knead and fondle them.
“Very nice,” said Jack. He reached out and fondled one of his sister’s breasts, lacing his fingers with hers. He pinched her nipple – hard – and Emily let out a squeal of delight. “You like it when they’re pinched, Em?”
Emily bit her lip. She whimpered some more as his caresses grew rougher, and more insistent. “Yes,” she said quietly. “I … I love it.”
If you liked this, check out: All of Mister Arioch’s stories are good, although this is his masterpiece. And of course, you can read the first few chapters of our collaboration, Independence Falls. If my Patreon hits $4000/month, I’m going to resume that story and keep writing it until it’s finished! Plug plug plug plug plug.
#35: Laccidental Incest, by BBZed
Tags: mc, mf, in – mom/son
One of my absolute favourite staples in the mind-control genre is accidental mind control. I’ve mentioned before, I struggle to buy into stories where family members just randomly want to fuck each other – it’s sort of coded into our biology to not want that. It’s a conceit I allow myself (and other stories) from one end, just to get the tale started, but accidental mind control allows you to skip that contrivance entirely.
This is another simple story: a woman buys a hypnosis tape to help her breastfeed her infant child. But she doesn’t specify which of her sons the self-hypnosis tape should talk about, so when her teenage son watches her breastfeed, the obsession shifts to him.
And, what a silly goose, she forgot to specify what kind of pleasure breastfeeding will provide…
Best scene: The story is short and fun and worth reading, so here’s the tiniest of snippets to whet your appetite:
As E. J. continued to suck, my nether region began to throb. The harder he pulled, the better it felt. “I will feel pleasure from breastfeeding my son,” I whispered to myself, and it was true. My hips started rocking, and my panties under my skirt were totally soaked.
I also like the end, a few quick paragraphs detailing what their lives will look like going forward. Just great stuff.
If you liked this, check out: Every time I write one of these entries, I’m shocked to find that I don’t have any stories in any of my favourite sub-genres. I have almost two million words written over my almost 20 years of writing, you’d think I’d have hit everything by now?
(Or perhaps I have, and I’ve just forgotten.)
But despite this being so high on my list, I actually don’t think I have any accidental self-hypnosis tales. Three of my earliest tales – Redheads Waiting, Bible Belt, and Conception – are probably the closest of my works to this tale specifically, but even they doesn’t really qualify.
#34: Mom’s Motivational Technique, by SquattingEagle
Tags: mf, in – mom/son
I wish sexstories.com was better curated. I’d love a system like the Reader’s Picks on the EMCSA (also I wish that Simon still added new Reader’s Picks, only four of them have even updated in the last decade). For all my complaints about Literotica, at least it allows you to explore people’s favorites (a system that was invaluable while compiling my list).
A decade ago I dove in and read a bunch of the most popular stories; that’s where I found gems like Caught and Mom’s Motivational Technique. This is the last sexstories.com story on this list, but I’m sure there’s more that I’d love; I just don’t want to dig through the chaff to find them.
Mom’s Motivational Technique is just so good. Another simple, clean concept (the accidental theme of this batch of stories) – her son is failing, she goes to her brother and learns that when they were young, her mom used sex to motivate him to do better. So, she comes up with a system:
- C: “see” your mother’s naked body
- B: blowjobs on demand
- A: they go All the way
That’s a fun, hot-enough concept by itself, but what really makes this story crackle is how incredibly into it she gets. “C” quickly turns into more than just looking at her body; he’s allowed to masturbate while watching her masturbate, they spend their days completely naked, and as his grades improve it’s impossible to tell who’s more excited about the next stage, he or she…
But still my vibrator was working overtime. Every time I blew my son, I crawled into my bed and fucked myself with plastic toy, trying to satisfy my hunger for cock, but never feeling satisfied. I didn’t know how much longer I could deny my body’s needs. Maybe I should go to a bar, find a nice enough guy and give him the night of his life. That would surely sooth my craving… But it wouldn’t be fair to Jeff.
His next report was due in a few days and I would have to find a way to control my animal urges at least until then.
At last that day had come. Jeff was home early, even before me, and was waiting for me at the kitchen table when I came home. He was particularly excited when he handed me his report card.
“Look at the grade for Math” he added.
My heart skipped a beat and I almost dropped the bag of groceries I was carrying. Could it be that what I had hoped and prayed for all these months had finally happened? With trembling hands I took the piece of paper from my son. My pussy tingled as I scanned the grades, and sure enough; in black ink on a bluish grey background, there was the letter I had been waiting for for the last year. It was an A.
I threw myself into my son’s arms and covered him with kisses.
Jeff was too surprised too talk. I guess he didn’t know how much I longed to feel him inside me. He kissed me back and ground his cock against my cunt. He was already erect.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard” I whispered in his ear “Let’s go to my room. Dinner can wait”
If you liked this, check out: I’ve actually been working on a commission that uses a similar premise: A is for App. It’s quite different, but the inspiration is clear. At time of writing, that one isn’t available anywhere (not even to my Patrons), but…stay tuned!
#33: – Work Spouses, by Ice Bear
Tags: mc, mf, cheating
I love cheating stories. Love ’em. And for some reason, there aren’t many stories which utilize mind control to get someone slowly, casually, intensely cheating on their partner.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some – but almost all of them are on this list, and they only make up a fraction of these hundred entries.
Work Wife (as it was originally published on the EMCSA) is a simple, heartless cheating story. Fun and hot by itself, but that premise written by Ice Bear (one of the best writing authors today) it quickly becomes a must-read.
Olivia is assigned to “the dungeon”, a weird remote corner of the office with a new employee, Todd. They quickly bond, and soon she considers him her work husband.
With all the benefits that entails.
The story is a little faster than I would have written it (no surprises there) but otherwise I think it’s pitch-perfect. I especially love the trust and love that Olivia places in Todd, and her increasingly cruel tone towards her husband.
There’s a technique I often use in my stories, especially when (like Work Wife) it’s told from the victim’s point of view: everything is going swimmingly, then suddenly the mind control falters or stalls out, and reality comes rushing back. I do it a lot in Spanked by my Boss (the story of mine that this most closely resembles), but if you start looking for it, you’ll see it everywhere.
This story only does that once, but it’s great. When she finds out that their “week-long conference” is actually just a Work Honeymoon, she freaks out and has to leave. He says that he’ll drive her to the airport, of course, but first how about just one more quick hypnosis session?
“Olivia, you trust me, right?”
She looked into his eyes. “Of course I do. With all my heart and all my mind and all my soul.”
“So c’mon. Let’s relax you.”
She let out a deep breath and nodded. “OK.”
It really did do wonders for her. Todd as always droned on and on, and she tuned him out and thought things through. He’d seen her naked every day for weeks now. There wasn’t a part of her body his hands hadn’t been on a hundred times. She’d seen him naked too, played with herself while he played with himself. He’d even cum on her a few times recently, and that had been exciting too. Just part of their quirky office relationship.
Was it so different to do it on vacation? After all, what was a vacation but working on relaxation? And nobody knew how to relax her like Todd. Jerry was always complaining, always demanding things, never understood her, but Todd always made sure she was good and happy. Vacationing with Todd actually made more sense than with Jerry.
Had Todd tricked her into this? Sure. But he’d done it because he’d seen how much she needed a break from the drudgery of her home life. It had come from a place of concern. So really, this was just him extending all the kindness and friendship he showed her at work into a temporary work-break. Relaxing was just the mind’s way of preparing to work harder anyway, so this was the perfect place to let go for a while, really let herself go.
Her inhibitions were all so stupid, after all. She had a work husband at work, and a home husband at home. Why drag thoughts of one into the sphere of the other? She was with Todd now, so that meant right now, he was her real husband. Jerry was thousands of miles away, much too far to worry about. Todd was right here, flesh and blood.
Olivia gazed with glassy eyes at her work husband, still droning on in words she didn’t quite make out. She hadn’t had sex in… months? Had it been so long? She never had time any more, and she’d been driving herself to distraction with that stupid work/home boundary she’d invented. Jerry had just given her space, let her pussy rot on the vine. Todd had constantly encouraged her to pursue her appetites, nurtured her inner slut. He had been so amazingly patient and loving with her as she worked through all this.
Todd was so wonderful for doing this for her. She owed him so much. So much. She owed him so, so, so much. So very much owed by her to Todd. This thought kept repeating in her mind until she realized she’d spaced off completely and her friend was waiting for her.
This scene has also made me realize how much I enjoy obligation. Again, not in real life, but in erotica? There’s something so hot about this requirement to please someone. I may have to explore this further.
If you liked this, check out: Like I said, Spanked by my Boss – victim POV who slowly gets more and more intimate with her boss, despite having a loving husband (and two kids) at home. I also have a work-in-progress that’s even more similar, Visit…again, not available anywhere, though probably coming to my patrons soon. (Plugplugplug)
And while it doesn’t have the workplace setting, Photographed by my Friend is another victim-POV cheating story that plays off a basis of friendship (with some juicy obligation in there).
Lastly, of course, go read everything by Ice Bear. He’s great at what he does.
#32: My Naïve Boyfriend (1 and 2), by CraptainPlanet
Tags: mf, cheating
CraptainPlanet was the specific author that my girlfriend-into-cheating-stories linked me to. And when I wrote this list (several years ago now), he was easily my favourite erotica author. I just think he’s incredibly talented, and he only got knocked off the list because when the pandemic hit, he stopped writing.
(Until this moment I assumed it was because he was quarantined with a girlfriend or something; only now is it occurring to me that it could be for a more tragic reason than that. I hope he’s okay!)
Spoiler alert, there are three more Craptain Planet stories coming up, as well as the one I already covered. And he’s only written six total!
(Why isn’t the last one on the list? Well, honestly, because I consider it part of this story. It might as well be.)
Natalie’s boyfriend, David, is goofy and funny and has a big dick. All of her friends are constantly joking about how they want to “steal him away from her”.
One day, when he sends a dick pic meant to Natalie to her friend Clara (a hot redhead with huge tits), he’s embarrassed and feels guilty…especially when she texts back a picture of her tits.
Natalie doesn’t love it (the whole story is told from her POV) but since they’re just kidding around, she’s not going to stand in their way. Even though she gets increasingly frustrated as they get closer, sending more and more lewd pictures. And when Clara starts a massage class and insists on practicing on David…
Of course, there’s nothing untoward going on. He’d never cheat on her, after all.
“Get it?” David said, looking at me expectantly. I just stared at the picture of my beautiful friend’s naked breast, unable to form words.
“The last one I sent only had a tiny part of the bottom of my dick,” he went on. “And she thought I was trying to send her a full dick pic and just did a bad job. So she sent me this one back with her nipple offscreen to get back at me.”
“But her nipple’s onscreen,” I said, pointing to the light pink nub that stared back at me from her bare breast.
“Yeah, that was the hilarious part,” he said. “She spent all this time trying to position her right nipple correctly, she completely forgot about her left one. She was so upset, it was so funny.”
Yeah, I’m sure it was a total accident, I thought. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve accidentally sent a picture of my entire naked breast to my friend’s boyfriend. Knowing her, she was in the throws of animal lust over there, and I just hoped she stopped sending my boyfriend pictures before she started fucking herself.
“She got extra mad when I pointed out you could see her butt in the background,” he said, zooming in the picture to show the reflection of her naked ass in the mirror behind her.
“How many more of these are there?” I asked. I just wanted this to be over.
If you liked this, check out: So I’m going to break format and use this section to talk a little more about why I love the story: there’s the cheating, of course, especially since it’s from the point of view of the person being cheated on. And the way the boyfriend talks about it, as if everything they’re doing is obviously fine…it’s almost mind control in how stupid yet convincing it is.
But this one particularly ranks highly for me because I looooove nude. Love ’em. They’re sexy and intimate and I just love everything about getting and receiving nudes, which this story focuses a lot on.
So if you enjoyed this, 1000% read the direct sequel, My Naïve Fiancé at the Japanese Spa. This one sort of doesn’t resolve, but after this CraptainPlanet started only posting completed stories.
Wow, completed stories! That sure sounds nice.-my fans
Obviously everything else he wrote I also love, you’ll be seeing more of those later. Of my own works, there are two unwritten stories that are directly inspired by his writing: The Perfect Couple and I Won. Look forward to those when, someday, I actually get around to writing them.
#31: The Policeman: An Urban Legend, by Stormbringer
Tags: mf, interracial, cheating
The final Stormbringer story on the list!
Jokes. There are actually three more; he’s a prolific writer who I love. I mentioned earlier that I’ve always been into cheating stories; I don’t know if that’s why I enjoy his works so much, or if his stories are what made me enjoy cheating as a genre. Either way, he’s one of the best.
Go read this story (it’s another short and simple tale) before reading further, because I want to talk about the ending.
The Policeman is a tale of two cops who find some teenagers fucking. They decide to take advantage of the situation (well, the black cop with the huge dick does, anyway) by scaring them and then fucking them.
Black Lives, uh…anyway.
The white cop sits in the car while the black cop goes in and just fucks the teenage girl silly. By the end of their two-hour fuckfest, he’s used her every hole, made her cum longer and louder than her boyfriend ever did, and gotten her – as is so often the case in Stormbringer stories – addicted to black cock. Meanwhile, the white cop is hard as a rock.
The black cop comes out and says “you can probably go and fuck her, not that she’ll even notice”. Despite being happily married with a loving wife and daughter, he steps forward…to discover that it was his own kid that he just heard getting railed for two hours straight.
God, that is so fucking hot. That moment of “I’m going to cheat on my wife with this big-busted slut” before realizing it’s his daughter, that his approval of the abuse of power has turned around to bite him in the ass…
The story ends there, but it’s so easy to imagine what happens next. His daughter isn’t going to give up on black cock, and his partner is going to be soooo smug about what he just did. And while he was listening to them fuck, he couldn’t help but imagine his own busty wife wrapped around the black cock, having the time of her life…
Yeah. I’m a big fan of this story.
Best scene: This isn’t my favourite scene, but the opening paragraph is just perfect. I don’t think it makes it too obvious (the twist genuinely took me by surprise the first time I read it) but it does a perfect job of setting it up:
Officer Joe Stevenson was a happy man. He sat sipping his post-dinner coffee across the table from his beautiful eighteen year old daughter. She was still dressed in her prep school skirt as she absent mindedly twirled a strand of blonde hair that had fallen loose from the bun on her head. She was intently studying her school work oblivious to everything else. He was proud of her, she was a good, decent girl, not a straight A student, but close.
Okay, the best scene for real:
Jenny had never in her life imagined sex could be this good. Her body was tingling and she was throwing her head from side to side as the pressure built up within her. She felt the cop drop her legs and then he laid down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his back and leaned up to kiss him. She was overcome by emotions as she was engulfed by his body. She felt safe, protected within his arms, and also she felt owned, and she liked the feeling of being subservient to a dominant male.
She was passionately kissing her new master, when she felt her pussy blow up like a balloon around his cock as it sprayed her juices out of her vagina soaking his balls and the air mattress. Their lips were still locked and Jenny saw him staring at her intently when her eyes opened with shock as the waves of pleasure from her first orgasm reached her brain, overwhelming her senses.
Jackson saw the look of surprise on the white girls face when she came. She quit kissing him and screamed as her eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed on the mattress. Jackson wasn’t anywhere close to finishing and just kept pounding her hard as she fainted. She had been out for about fifteen minutes when he noticed her start writhing beneath him moaning softly.
Jenny had been dreaming of the black football players at Ryan’s school when she awoke to the cops relentless fucking. He was losing is rhythm and his cock seemed to swell up even bigger. A series of orgasms erupted from her like firecrackers going off as his semen sprayed the insides of her pussy. The orgasms just kept growing in strength as his hot cum filled her pussy and she fainted again.
Jackson pulled his still squirting cock to of her pussy and covered her belly in his semen. He had given her a good cum bath tonight, her face and breasts were covered in dried sperm from the blow job and now her crotch and stomach were soaked with his black seed.
Joe had been mesmerized as the pickup truck just kept rocking up and down for the last half hour. He could here the sounds of their fucking echo across the parking lot and through the swamp. Joe pictured in his mind Jackson’s body crushing the girl beneath him as he jack hammered the gigantic prick into her. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the girls face and he found himself picturing his wife’s face on the girls body. What the hell was wrong with him, he asked himself? Joe decided that tonight he would fantasize, but from now on he wouldn’t let his partner come anywhere near his wife.
If you liked this, check out: The rest of Stormbringer’s catalogue, natch. None of my writing realllly matches up to this, although the (again, unwritten) (again, sorry!) sequel to More probably comes closest.
Up next: The start of the top 30…