I’ve been reading erotica for over 20 years. Here’s a list of the 5 best stories I’ve read in that time:
#5 – Massaged by a Nerd, by BurroGirl18
Tags: mf, md, cheating
One could argue that it’s cheating to put this story on my list, but since it’s a story about cheating, I think that makes it okay.
19-year-old Alicia has a nerdy best friend, Mark, who offers to massage her. It’s just meant to be a massage, but somehow it keeps going further each time, which she doesn’t want at all – she has a boyfriend, who she loves.
By the end of the story, she’s not just fucking him, but itching to see him again.
Everything about this story is ridiculously hot. Busty protagonist reluctantly cheating on her perfect-for-her boyfriend with a guy who has a huge dick.
I think what makes this story uniquely sexy is that…she doesn’t like Mark. She isn’t attracted to him (except his dick) in the slightest. The story goes out of its way so many times to point out that hey, he’s not sexy, he’s not her type, nothing about him appeals.
But as soon as he has his hands on her, she can’t resist him.
There’s no mind control in this story, though (like Six Times A Day) it’s not a stretch to just head-canon it in.
And so, as you must surely know if you’re reading this list, I ended up reaching out to BurroGirl18 and asking if I could rewrite the story as a mind-control incest story, which became one of my biggest hits (and one of my personal favourite stories I’ve ever worked on): Massaged by my Nerdy Brother.
Since then, BurroGirl18 and I have collaborated again, writing another of my most popular tales – Photographed by my Friend – as well Christmas Shopping For My Husband and five others, which are slowly making their way out to my Patreon supporters.
She’s truly an incredible writer, and I’m so grateful she put this story out there and that I’ve been able to work with her over the years.
Best scene: Again, it feels weird to grab specific ‘best scenes’ from this, because I cannibalized most of them for Massaged by my Nerdy Brother, but this paragraph was one that I was never quite able to capture for my retellling:
Friday was the first time I went to Mark’s place expecting to have sex. I’ve been battling my thoughts virtually all day every day since we first fucked, and it was turning worse. I was constantly turned on. On Thursday, I sat in every class with a wet pussy and when I finally got home I masturbated all afternoon. My clit actually started to hurt by the end of the day from all the stimulation. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stop thinking about that ugly geek and his huge penis.
That, and the end of the story where Alicia is chatting to her boyfriend over the phone and they start ‘dirty-talking’ her cheating on him with Mark. It makes very little sense why he would be into that, but it’s also one of the hottest scenes, and I feel like I failed by never being able to adapt that into Brother.
If you liked this, check out: Her other published story and our collaborations, of course. I also have a litany of sequels planned to Massaged by my Nerdy Brother, which I swear someday I’ll get around to writing.
#4 – Missy the Slut, by Erlikkhan/Bun Collector
Tags: all of them
If this list was titled “The Ultimate 100 Erotica Tales”, I feel like Missy the Slut (or Missy’s Erotic Adventures, as it’s titled on Literotica) would be my number one.
It’s the story of a good Catholic girl who can’t say no to cock. No, more than can’t say no – she can’t say no to her body, so if an erotic situation so much as suggests itself, she finds herself doing everything in her power to make it happen.
It’s not a mind control story, it’s just twenty years following one insanely horny woman.
Missy cheats on her boyfriend with anyone who asks, then later gets married and cheats on her husband. She seduces her brother, everyone at her father’s work, her father, her pastor, her husband’s boss, her cousins, her uncles…everyone. Everyone in her life that Missy can have sex with, she does.
It’s a simple tale, but since I first read it almost 20 years ago, it’s been one of my absolute favorites.
I mentioned above that my tastes lean more towards “one woman, lots of men” – well, this one delivers in spades.
Oh, not just men. Missy is bisexual, so she sleeps with her college roommate, her Swedish au pair, and probably more that I’m forgetting.
I discovered this story around the same time as Hot Horny Family, and it has a similarly lusty, overdescriptive tone. But where that one zooms in on a few sexual encounters over the course of a lifechanging week or two, this one is the zoomed out version, following Missy’s life from when she turns eighteen until she finds peace with her lusty lust.
I’ve mentioned before how much an epilogue does for me, and this story feels like a series of epilogues. It’s descriptive but not in-depth, and we jump from scene to scene in a way that leaves plenty to the imagination.
Best scene: On the ASSTR (where I first discovered the tale), each of Missy’s encounters was its own chapter. I swear, I could practically pull a quote from each of them, but I’ll limit myself to my four favorite parts of this epic, fourth-favorite story:
Firstly, here’s the above-mentioned Au Pair scene:
They found a Swedish Au Pair to live with them and help out with the kids. She was a gorgeous blond with big tits and a tight ass. Her name was Kristen. She and Missy became good friends since John was never home.
One afternoon Missy was nursing the baby. Kristen sat next to her. When their eyes met Missy could see Kirsten’s desire. Their lips touched. Their tongues mingled in a passionate dance. Kristen’s kissed Missy’s neck and then sucked on her free nipple. Warm milk flowed into her mouth. Kristen pushed two fingers into Missy’s dripping pussy and rubbed her to an orgasm. Kristen lifted her fingers to Missy’s lips. The two of them shared the taste of her pussy between hot, wet kisses.
Kristen dropped to the floor and clamped her lips over Missy’s swollen peach, sucking the juices dripping from her cunt. Kristen slurped and sucked on Missy as she tongue-fucked her to another orgasm. Missy put the baby down while Kristen stripped. Two enormous but perfectly shaped tits bounced free.
Missy couldn’t get enough of Kristen’s tits. She sucked and fondled them one at a time, and even climbed up on Kristen to rub her pussy and clit over the nipple until she cried out with another orgasm. Missy dropped down between Kristen’s legs and sucked her dripping pussy and swollen clit. Kristen gushed cunt juice all over her face.
Missy pressed her swollen nipple to Kristen’s clit and rubbed it in circles while finger fucking her pussy. Kristen exploded when Missy shoved her nipple up Kristen’s cunt and filled it with warm milk. Her body jerked and bucked uncontrollably. Afterwards, Missy licked up the mixture of cunt juice and milk dripping from Kristen’s gash.
Over the next several weeks Missy and Kristen slowly expanded their lovemaking. Kristen introduced her to a variety of strap-on tools that had Missy cumming in buckets. They took turns fucking each other, and sucking on each other’s pussy and tits.
As good as it was with Kristen, Missy still missed the feel of hard flesh gliding over her tongue and the taste of hot cum filling her mouth. One night Kristen returned late from a date. Missy went to her room, buried her face between Kristen’s legs and shoved her tongue up Kristen’s cunt. Missy was pleasantly surprised when the familiar taste of a man’s cum drained into her mouth.
After that, Kristen regularly returned home with a pussy full of cum for Missy to savor. Missy finally let Kristen bring boys over during the day, pretending she wasn’t home. She watched them fuck and pump Kristen full of cum. Afterwards Kristen would make them leave so Missy could feast on her cream filled cunt.
Missy had convinced herself that what she did with Kristen wasn’t adultery because Kristen was a girl. When she saw those hard cocks sliding into Kristen’s mouth and up her cunt, Missy would cream her panties before her fingers even touched her pussy. She wanted more and could feel her resistance fading.
Kristen didn’t understand Missy’s crazy morality and decided to do something about it. She knew Missy didn’t consider it adultery to be taken by force. The next day Missy “got caught” watching Kristen fuck three guys in the kitchen. Despite Missy’s struggle they ripped off her panties and top, tied her to the bed and took turns fucking her pussy and mouth. This began to happen on a regular basis. Missy was “powerless” to stop it.
There’s a Downing-Street-esque scene where Missy has fully “come into her power”, as she attends a work picnic for the company her father runs:
After those eight, Missy cheered for a group of men playing basketball. Six sweaty black guys with huge cocks ended up in the van. After sucking them hard, she fucked them three at a time, one in her mouth, one in her ass and one up her cunt. She screamed with several orgasms before she felt cum filling her pussy and ass and splashing across her face. The next three fucked her to several more orgasms before filling her with fresh loads of cock cream.
Missy moved on to the softball game. She lured eight big men to the van. They pounded her pussy, ass and mouth for the next hour. They left her body dripping with cum and exhausted from multiple orgasms. She moved on to the volleyball tournament. Several more took turns fucking her to a series of non-stop orgasms. More cum was pumped into her pussy and ass and down her throat.
Altogether Missy fucked and sucked about thirty of her father’s employees that afternoon. Cum was dripping into her panties from her pussy and ass when she rushed from the van to join her parents on stage for her father’s big speech to the employees. Her nipples poked shamelessly from her halter. As they were leaving her father put his arm around his daughter.
“Missy, I’ve had a number of people tell me how grown up and mature you’ve become. I want you to know how proud I am to be your father.”
The seduction of her brother is hella hot, but I’m instead going to pull two quotes from Missy seducing her father. The initial, he’s-powerless-to-resist scene:
One night Missy asked her father if they could watch movies together. Without his knowledge, she replaced the second movie with a porn flick forwarded to a particularly juicy part. Missy sat next to him wearing a skimpy nightie with no bra or panties. Her pussy was leaking like crazy. Missy knew he could smell her special aroma.
During the first movie Missy “accidentally” let her nightie fall away from her tits several times. She caught him looking and noticed the bulge in his shorts get bigger. When she bent over to put in the second movie her nightie pulled up over her pussy and ass. She held the pose longer than necessary letting him get a good look.
Missy snuggled up to her father on the couch, rested her head against his shoulder and “innocently” dropped her hand to his thigh. She pushed start on the remote. The 56 inch screen filled with the image of a huge cock stuffed in a dripping pussy hanging between two ass cheeks. Screams filled the room.
“Oh daddy… fuck me daddy… drive your big cock up my hot pussy… OH DADDY…”
Missy looked up at her father. Her hand slid up his thigh and over his hard meat.
“Oh daddy,” she whispered.
Missy pulled the sizeable cock from his shorts and dropped her head to his lap. He did nothing to stop her when she sucked it into her mouth, using all her oral skills to pleasure him. Her father ran his fingers through her soft hair.
“Oh baby… we shouldn’t… ohhhhhh… Missy… no… oooohhhh…”
And then, just a few paragraphs later, the resolution:
“Missy, you know we can never do this again.”
She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and smiled.
“I know Daddy.”
She took his cock into her mouth until she could feel it stir back to life. She wasn’t going to tell him he was wrong. He didn’t say a word when she guided his hard cock against her tight asshole and slowly impaled herself until he was deep in her bowels.
They fucked day and night until her mother returned. He never touched her again, and they never spoke about it. At nights she could hear her mother’s screams while she was riding her brother’s cock. She was proud to have helped her parents with their sex life.
That part – she’s hearing her mother’s orgasm while she rides her brother (something that had its own dedicated early chapter) – would be enough by itself to put this story into my top one hundred stories, but the tale in its entirety is just incredible.
If you liked this, check out: There’s really nothing like this. It’s just the story of one hot girl having all the sex she wants, while battling the guilt of her Catholic upbringing. Not battling it very hard, to be fair.
If you know of a story that scratches the same itch, please don’t hesitate to let me know.
#3 – Carol, by FlinchNY010
Tags: mf, free use
I mentioned, many entries ago, a girlfriend – “Samantha” – who shared my exact free-use fetish. She’s the one who put me onto my favourite author at the time I compiled this list (CraptainPlanet), and she also linked me to this tale.
It was published ten years before I met ‘Samantha’ (which is, in turn, almost ten years ago) so there’s no reason I couldn’t have found it elsewhere, but she drew my attention to it and so it’s inextricably linked to her in my mind.
It’s a masterpiece. There’s absolutely nothing like it: it’s almost cuckoldry, it’s free use but not in the way anyone else writes free use, it’s wife-swapping or sharing but there’s more to it than that.
It’s so unique that I’m not even sure how to describe it.
Here’s the plot: a guy and a girl are going out (sort of – nowadays you’d call it a ‘situationship’) and partially to flirt, partially to compliment her, mostly to explore the thought, he starts talking about how incredible her body is, and how she should show it off to the world more.
She encourages him, he encourages her, and before long they’ve started writing some Rules.
Maybe this is why I like the story so much. I am, in my other secret life, a board game designer. I like rules. And in my sex life, I’m quite dominant – in that context, I also like rules.
This is a story about Rules.
“Tell me,” I leaned in and whispered, “Are you wearing underwear?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were fixed on mine. “Should I not be wearing any?”
I shrugged. “Try it this way for four weeks. By week number five, you’ll go without.””Okay.”
That’s all there was. Simple as that:
Okay. That was all there was to it. I said it, and she said okay.
Maybe it’s because I’m polyamorous, and these two sort of independently invent poly through their Rules.
“Then here’s another rule for you: Once a week, you must go out with someone who invites you on a date.”
“No!” she said, shocked.
“Yes!”
“Okay!” She said quickly, then laughed at herself. “It’s like a dream. A great boyfriend, and then dating on the side.”
I was going to stop the excerpt then, but the next part is just as hot. And we’re not even up to the Best scene yet…
“And the next rule–” I said. We started walking again. “Get one guy a day, at least, to touch you. On the arm, the shoulder, the hand, the waist.”
“How do I do that?”
“I don’t know. Talk about your workouts. Have them feel a bicep. Or, you hug them when you meet them. Stand close to them, and elbow them when they say something funny. Be physical. Men love that. And when they see that you’re fine with it. They’ll be making up excuses to handle you.”
“Handle me,” she drawled. “They’ll start touching me every day, don’t you think? That’s… slutty,” she said. She didn’t make it sound like a bad thing. “Besides, guys are always touching girls.”
“Really?”
“Sure. And the older men — like my Dad’s friends — they always kiss me, on the cheek.”
It was getting even better. I said, “No more of that!”
“No more kisses?” she asked, doubtfully.
“No more kisses on the cheek. Carol, you’re turning into a woman. From now on, you should kiss on the lips.”
“Oh,” she said. She blushed. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I want you showy, touchy, and kissy. You need to train guys to kiss you when they see you, and they’ll know you’re going to be very friendly — and kiss them on the lips.”
“Oh,” she said. Her walking was uneven, she was breathing heavily and thinking hard.
I’ve mentioned before how underutilized kissing is in erotica, and this tale is completely obsessed with kissing. It’s amazing.
As the story continues, the Rules get sluttier and sluttier until it’s out of control. Carol is fucking every guy she meets, and at the end of the story, walks naked out into the world and he never sees her again.
At least, for a lesser author, that would’ve been the ending. But Flinch writes an epilogue (my favorite!) which has Carol and her boyfriend reconnect, many years later.
He’s expected that she’s continued living the slutty life, but no – after that summer, she returned to being a normal girl. Now she has a normal job in a normal city, and while he’s not disappointed, he’s not exactly excited by that either.
They catch up over the phone, and agree to meet up again. And during their conversation, he starts dictating exactly what she’ll wear when they meet up, and exactly what he’ll do…
It manages to balance hot AND sweet in a way that is basically impossible to do. This whole story truly impresses me, start to finish.
Best scene: I’m going to share the three parts that play in my head on loop, and have done for almost a decade now:
The next day, we were walking through the student union, getting some drinks. As waited in the cashier’s line, I glanced down at Carol. She was in a short, flower-print dress and leather shoes, looking quite enticing. As I studied her, a hand slid around her waist, and came to rest on her stomach.
It belonged to a youngish guy, guido-looking, with an open collar and a few gold chains around his neck. “So Carol,” he said, “have you given any thought about tonight? Or tomorrow night?”
“I’ll tell you later,” she said. “This is Tyler, my boyfriend.”
“Oh, hey,” he said, backing off. He met my eyes, a little challengingly.
“Hi!” I held out my hand, and he took it, suspicious.
Carol said, “He’s a friend from class, he wants to take me out to dinner.”
I smiled at him, shaking his hand. “If you go, just make sure it’s a nice place. She deserves the best.”
He nodded uncertainly. “Sure.” He turned to her, “So, think about it.”
“Okay sweetie,” she said, and kissed him.
As he walked away, she said, “Sorry about that.”
“No big,” I said, squeezing her shoulders. She gave a kooky smile. “Did you notice how he just grabbed your stomach, rather than saying hi?”
“I think he has a thing for my stomach,” she agreed demurely.
“You should wear a crop-top for him,” I suggested. “Or a half-shirt. So next time, he gets a hand full of skin.”
“Half shirt! Those went out in the eighties.”
“So you’ll bring them back. Are you going to go out with him?”
She shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. This was the first of her potential dates that I’d actually met. “It’s still early in the week. I guess I’m holding out for something less… formal. Like a study session.” Her eyes fluttered to mine, and I smiled at her encouragingly. “Yeah. Still, I don’t think I could ever take him seriously. He wears more jewelery than I do.”
“Keep me up to date,” I said, and she nodded, leaning into me. I said, “I like how guys are just grabbing you.”
About halfway through the story, an old friend visits Carol. He’s shocked by the way she’s acting, the way she’s letting anyone she meets grope and kiss her. But Tyler – the boyfriend – invites him to try it for himself instead of complaining about it.
A few minutes later, he’s openly making out with Carol in the library, while Tyler watches. And as they go off together, Tyler encourages Carol to let him ‘let off some steam’ on her body. At the end of the weekend, she comes back and reports how it went:
So, as a result of my choices, I was getting my mouth reamed in the subway by a guy I didn’t particularly like. Andrew is…eh. He’s way too self-involved, and as a result, he accidentally insults me in horrible ways. But I kept him close, because he was my self-assigned “task”.
“Carol!” he hissed suddenly. “Your tit is sticking out!”
There he went, again! I stared at him, watching his anxiety build. I could feel my right breast sticking out — when I swayed with the subway car, it pressed against the fabric which was now on the outside of the breast. “So?”
“Sss — so? Like some whore?”
“You think someone’s looking?”
Andrew refused to look around at my audience. “I know they’re all staring at you.”
I gave a nonchalant shrug. “So what? Why aren’t you staring? Why aren’t you pulling my other ‘tit’ out? Why aren’t you covering me up with the palm of your hand?”
“I don’t know!” He was utterly confused. “Is that what I do?”
“You do what you want to do. That’s the whole point. Fake it till you make it.”
“Your… breast… is still showing.”
My patience ran out. “You know, Andrew. I’m not going to tuck my clothes around all night. I gave that up a month ago. You’re going to have to come up with a strategy to deal with it.”
And it went downhill from there.
Andrew said, “You’re embarrassing me!”
“I’m embarrassing you?” I hissed, shocked. “I’m a frickin’ galactic turn-on! Get with it! I’d damn near fuck any man in this car, without knowing their names. I’m a male’s fantasy. Do you have fantasies? Why don’t you live them out on me, rather than pissing yourself?”
(You would have been proud of me. I was certainly proud of myself, the way I reacted. I wasn’t humiliated, or shy — I was outraged! He was insulting my whole reality!)
I didn’t know it then, but I’d be mad at him the whole weekend. That night, after a tense dinner, we came home and I threw him on the bed, unbuckled his pants and went down on him. Even when I pressed his hands against my body, and eased his cock into me, a dumb smile on my face, I was angry at him.
And he never learned. He wanted the curtains shut while we fucked — so I left them open. He wanted me to wear underwear with my dress when we went into Manhattan on Saturday — so I switched to a smaller dress (and still skipped the underwear). He was embarrassed to kiss me at the movie theater, so I went down on him. If guys whistled at me, and he complained, I’d make a show of myself. He moaned about the guys at the bar, who were all over me — so I gave my phone number to all of them (and I’m getting a lot of calls). He didn’t like me running around the house in just my panties, so I went totally naked.
Mostly, we fucked like bunnies for 48 hours. I don’t want to ever see him again. Every time he shot into me, into my mouth or my puddy, I despised him a little more. In my mind, I pretended he was one of the guys from my classes, or a guy from high school. Even a guy on the street. It helped me come. I pretended I was just being used, to store cum. It helped me to fuck Andrew blind.
Lastly (not the last thing that happens in the story, but the final excerpt I’ll share), there’s a newsagent who’s always yelling derogatory stuff at Carol.
She works out how to make him stop:
Look at my knees, Tyler. See how messy they are? I want to keep them like that all day. So people will see, and know, or guess. I get hot, and a little lost feeling, every time I think of my knees. It’s a new emotion: turned on, but bleak. I didn’t know I was that deep, that I could feel an emotion like that. I blew him just for the hell of it, for no reason, and that makes me hot.
If you liked this, check out: The same author has another long story, She’s Gonna Be A Star, but it didn’t even make my honorable mentions. It contains many of the same elements – boyfriend making his girlfriend more slutty – but it doesn’t scratch the same itch. I think because it’s so much more mercenary: they’re not sluttifying her just for the fun of it, it’s so she can build a career as a rockstar, and that external motivation removes a lot of the heat.
Like I said at the top, there’s nothing quite like this. And as always, let me know if you find something that matches.
#2 – Talked Themselves Into It, by Downing Street
Tags: mc, mf, md
I’m not going to run stats on the whole list, but my top 10 contains 4 stories that feature a woman bedding lots of men, 2 stories about one person cheating on their partner with one other person, and 4 stories that feature a man bedding lots of women.
This is one of the latter. It’s also a third-party mind control story, and – another wildly underutilized trope – no one in the story knows that they’re being mentally affected.
Martin is a 26-year-old city councillor, having won the position entirely by accident. He has a staff of four women, and for some reason, they keep on sleeping with him.
He tries to tell them that they don’t have to, that their jobs aren’t in danger, that he isn’t trying to abuse his position. But they won’t listen:
“I’m clever enough to add things up, Martin. You’re in charge here and we all know it. So that means the office runs by your rules. You can have things your way. There’s nothing anybody can do about it so we decided we might just as well get used to it.”
For all their complaints, they do seem to be enjoying the sex:
The panting enthusiasm with which she engulfed Martin’s rod made that a little hard to believe. So did the glassy-eyed, sex-drunk look on her face when she finished. Once, she walked into a chair as she was leaving.
There’s a range of women and a range of sex scenes, and if that’s all the story was, it’d be more than enough. But on top of that, there’s a plotline about saving a local park, a police investigation into a corrupt former city councillor, and Martin defeating all his political enemies by seducing their wives.
Well, by their wives seducing him.
This story is so high on the list, I don’t even know what to say. Every part of it is perfect. It’s the best of the best at his best, and I would die a happy man if I ever wrote something even close to this level of quality.
Best scene: This scene isn’t my favorite – I’ll share that one too – but it perfectly exemplifies the story’s central concept:
“Don’t play coy with me, Martin. I’ve got you figured out. You fooled me for a while, I admit it. At first I thought you were a typical boorish male, looking for a bit of flash and skin around the office. Well, I went along with that, since you obviously have the upper hand, and besides I had to set an example for the other girls. I didn’t even see it when you started raising the ante a little bit, pushing me into shorter and shorter lengths, and higher heels. I kind of got used to it even. Which is exactly what you wanted. You played on my self-image, letting me feel good about myself and my new look.”
She was pacing again. Her butter-yellow platform slides rendered her steps dainty and eye-catching. Martin watched her warily.
“I should have known better. I underestimated just how smart you are. Hey, Priscilla, you look terrific. You’re getting me all excited. How about a little head you foxy thing. To think I actually fell for that! You not only talked me onto my knees, you even made me feel obligated: after all, it’s my body in all these sexy office clothes that’s getting your hormones in a knot. Can’t have the boss too uptight to work. Of course by that time I had forgotten that it was your idea to put me in these get-ups in the first place. Oooh, you’re a cunning fox!”
She stopped for a moment, hands on hips. She wore big, wooden bracelets on each wrist that matched her scarlet mini. Her sweater was tight and white, like the lace stockings shimmering up her legs.
Martin tried to jump into the pause. “Priscilla, I never said—”
“Exactly! You never said anything. You persuaded me to become your happy office decoration and personal cock-sucker without ever saying anything. It’s brilliant! But even that wasn’t the final objective. There’s still more to the plan, isn’t there?”
“There is?”
“Oh, yes, I see it now. You figure, get me used to looking super-sexy, let me get spoiled by all the attention, make me feel goody-good about it, until I’m so into looking hot I’m wearing club clothes to church. Not that I’ve ever done that! Of course not. Maybe once. Or twice.
“Then you ramp up the heat a bit more. You get me down under your desk with that scrumptious stiffy down my throat and my pussy singing hymns, not just once, or twice, but oh sweet glory! every single day, until I start thinking that is normal, and start expecting it, start needing it, like, you know, you need a good cup of coffee in the morning, even start looking forward to Mondays and spending spare time on weekends practising with a . . . uhm . .. . not that I’ve done that either.”
She paused for breath. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of her sweater, as if they were eager to come out and play.
“So that’s the plan. You’re trying to make me oversexed. You think you can get me thinking about sex all the time, night and day. You want me to think with my pussy. Then you figure you can manipulate me into going to bed with you because I’ll be so horny and receptive and sexed-up and I’ve already blown you too many times to count so what’s the difference and that way I could get off from a nice bone for once instead of using my fingers in the shower every morning. Not, not that I do that!
“But it’s not going to work. I am on to you. For once I’m one step ahead of your scheming manipulation. You can keep that, that awesome woody in your pants from now on because my days of granting you favours are over. Are we clear?”
“Perfectly,” Martin breathed.
“Good.” Priscilla walked, or rather wiggled, out of the room with her chin high. Martin noticed that she was carefully setting one foot in front of the other, exaggerating the sway of her behind beneath her slinky mini. Her stockings had decorative white bows on the back.
Martin contemplated the closed door. He rubbed his worry stone. His pants were uncomfortable. Maybe he should feel guilty, but Priscilla’s rant had given him an erection like iron.
The door opened suddenly. Priscilla was standing there, looking flushed. She tottered into the room, closing the door behind her. “Ohhhhh, you tricked me again,” she whined.
Martin was speechless. Now what?
“Every time I think I’ve got the upper hand, you unravel another layer of cunning. I should have known better. That was exactly the reaction you were looking for, wasn’t it? You expected me to say that.
“Then you were planning to crush my independence a little further. You were going to let me think I had won, then remind me what I was missing, how plain and ordinary the workday is without a dash of dalliance. Perhaps a little hint each day, what? You were going to let me stew in it, let me get horny and frustrated, until you can make me ask you for sex. That was the final power play, wasn’t it?”
Martin was still speechless. He gaped at her like a beached fish. The long-legged office manager stepped around his big desk. She approached his chair. “Well, you’re not going to get the chance,” she said haughtily. She bent her knees and dropped gently into his lap. “You are never going to hear me beg for it. Because you are going to fuck me right here, right now, and no excuses.”
This is the Best Scene:
Where the rest of his office staff are younger, the record-keeper is in her forties, and extremely concerned that she can’t please him the way the rest of the staff do:
“Well, summer is coming -uhm, I mean the summer season is arriving, and most of the councillors will be taking on summer interns, won’t they?”
“Oh, yes, I suppose we are. I had forgotten. But what—”
She laid a white-gloved hand on his arm. “You’ll need a suitable candidate for this office then?”
“I imagine.”
Joan reached into the breast pocket of her jacket and returned with a small colour photograph.
She handed the picture to Martin. “This is my daughter, Tania.”
Martin pulled his gaze away from Joan’s chest long enough to study the photograph. The girl in the picture was pretty, with long brown hair like her mother.
“I was hoping,” Joan went on, “that you might consider taking Tania on as an intern.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I can only say that her name will be considered. We’re not supposed to show favouritism and—”
“Please, Mr. Miller. She’ll do a good job. She’s in her sophomore year at the university, business admin, so she already knows the ropes. I’ll make sure she follows all the office rules, and knows what to do. She won’t give you any trouble. She’ll take care of. . . everything you ask of her. I’ll see to it. Please, let me make things better between us.”
“Joan, you’re not suggesting—” He stopped in mid-sentence. Joan was looking at him entreatingly. Desperate hope shone in her mascara-lined eyes. Crushed that he hadn’t found her attractive enough, she was offering her daughter, with the implicit understanding that Martin would screw her instead.
“Joan, I, I can’t—I couldn’t possibly—you can’t really be suggesting—”
“Please, Mr. Miller. I’m begging you. Hire my daughter. For the summer, that’s all. Give me one more chance. Please.”
Martin looked at the picture. Tania was a shapely girl. She was smiling at the camera. Could he have someone like that in his office all summer—young, sexy and available—and not end up in bed with her?
I’ve talked about this before, but “woman pimping out her daughter to please a man” is just one of the hottest concepts in all of fiction. I’ll take it in any form I can get, and it’s a lovely cherry on top of this already scorching hot tale.
And as a small bonus, a few chapters later:
Martin had not had sex with Joan since that first encounter in his office. He didn’t count the two enthusiastic tit-fucks she had given him while they discussed the terms of her daughter’s employment. Joan rationalized those on the grounds that her boobies were distracting him and she didn’t want him to think she wasn’t a team player.
She had taken to calling him on her cell phone in the evening to get his permission to have sex with her husband. Joan’s husband wanted sex a lot. Martin wasn’t the only one to appreciate her new look.
Finally, the story has a wonderfully happy ending, with the good guys winning and all the sex, finishing perfectly with the main character finally working out why things have been going his way so consistently:
Martin pulled off his pants again. For a moment, he reached into his pocket and rubbed his worry stone.
But he wasn’t really worried.
If you liked this, check out: Everything Downing Street, of course. Of my own works, I have a few featuring a boss seducing someone (or everyone) in the office: Spanked By My Boss, You’re the Boss, Jacinta’s Creepy Boss, Closed Door Policy, Home From Work (currently only available on my Patreon – and Ice Bear’s!), and that one chapter of Trust.
Of those, You’re the Boss is the closest to Talked Themselves Into It, with the protagonist compleely clueless as to why the women are so aggressively seducing him.
And I think I’ve mentioned it before, but somewhere on my list of stories to write is Gratitude, an authorized sequel to Talked Themselves Into It. Coming sometime in 2050, probably.
#1 – My Naïve Fiancé Goes to Prom, by Craptain_Planet
Tags: mf, cheating
If you’ve been doing the math, this story shouldn’t be a surprise. At time of writing, Craptain Planet only had only 6 stories, and the other 5 have already appeared on the list.
(Although when I clicked through to confirm that number, I discovered he has – for the first time in 5 years – an all-new story. A brother/sister story, at that! Just for me??)
My Naïve Fiancé Goes To Prom is the last story in the Naïve series, and – in case it being my #1 erotica story of all time didn’t clue you in, it’s also the best in the series.
Structurally speaking, it’s not so different to the other stories in this series. Man tells fiancé, in overwhelming detail, why he had to keep cheating on her, why circumstances again and again required him to put his dick inside, in this case, her busty little sister.
God, it’s so effing hot.
On some level, this story is really dumb. It’s all first-person from the cuckolded party: the older sister. And some of her narration makes no sense for an actual human woman, only for someone narrating a porn story:
I’m no dummy. I know how amazing her big, perky breasts are and how badly any straight guy would want to touch them, even my fiance. I wonder if he just got in and out of her cleavage quickly or if he let his fingers fish around in there for as long as he could get away with. Sigh.
But, y’know…it is a porn story. And the journey that the story takes you on absolutely make the dumb premise not even something to tolerate, but actively part of the fun. It’s like watching a self-aware cartoon. The story knows that it’s porn, and it’s enjoying the format itself.
That’s not why I like it, though. I like it because it just takes all my favorite things, blends them together, and cranks it up to eleven. The couple are texting throughout, he’s constantly checking in and updating her on what’s happening, and things just escalate so beautifully.
Ugh, I love this story so much, and I’m doing such a bad job of describing it. Basically: busty younger sister has low self-esteem, so older sister’s fiancé agrees to help her with it by taking her to prom, treating her like a ‘real date’, and – when he learns how badly she’d take being rejected – takes her virginity.
Some of it is under the guise of “we have to pretend to be a couple so people don’t think you’re a loser who borrowed a date from her older sister” – including the best friend joining in with the sex, because the younger sister used to join in with her and her ex-boyfriend.
Some of it is framed as making sure that she feels loved, and understands that her big tits are something to be proud of, not ashamed of.
And best of all, every excuse is so thin. None of the arguments stand up to scrutiny, and it’s quickly clear that the busty younger sister just wanted him, and he wanted her just as much.
No: best of all, it’s clear that despite their excuses and ‘this is a one-time thing’ promises, these two (unlike the earlier installments in the series) are just going to keep on fucking behind her back, and she’ll have no idea.
Best scene: Unsurprisingly, the ending is my favorite part. I actually have two favorite scenes, but they’re back-to-back so I’m just going to include the whole thing:
She said it was too bad that we had to go back to normal life, and I agreed that vacation had been more fun. She said that no, she meant that she and I had to go back to just being friends. I said that was probably for the best and she asked if I wanted to do it one more time, ‘for the road’. I said I was tempted, but we didn’t have much time until Nina was back and we had to leave to catch the ferry. Plus, I wasn’t 18 anymore, and I had cum so hard twice already in the past several hours, I probably couldn’t get up again. She kissed me and fondled me again. She was fully dressed, but I was only in boxers and a t-shirt.
“I guess she really wanted it, because then she started getting really dirty. She said it was too bad that I didn’t want to fuck her one last time, because soon you and I would be married and she and I would be brother and sister. That even though we’d had sex and could easily imagine each other’s naked bodies whenever we saw each other, that it’d be so wrong for a brother and sister to think about ravishing each other. She made me promise to do my best to resist her, because she knew that she couldn’t control herself. Anytime she got horny, she would have to try to seduce me again, and I had to say no, no matter how much she flaunted her body or tried to get at my dick.”
“Good lord, Annie,” I said. “This is insane.”
“I know,” he said. “She just kept going, massaging my dick and telling me how slutty she would behave if I didn’t fuck her again right then. She got me hard again but I was still not reciprocating, so she knelt down, pulled my boxers off, and started blowing me. She stopped every other moment to say something else filthy to me, like ‘How does your dick look in your sister’s mouth?’ Then she pulled her shirt and bra off and wrapped her big boobs around my cock. She rubbed it up and down her hot, soft cleavage, saying shit like ‘You better not shoot your hot load all over your sister’s tits, that’d be so wrong.'”
I just shook my head. I had no idea where she was getting these thoughts.
“I was losing my mind,” he went on. “I didn’t know what she actually meant and what she was just saying to get a rise out of me. But I was so worried you’d barge in to tell us that we were about to miss the ferry and see her playing with my dick and talking about fucking her brother. And I knew she’d keep escalating until I gave her what she wanted. So I pulled her to her feet, pulled off her jeans and panties, lifted one of her legs and entered her. She jumped into me and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I held her up, pumping in and out of her for a few moments before slamming her back against the wall and fucking her there.
“I thought she’d stop with the dirty talk once I started fucking her, but she just kept going. Saying like, ‘You fuck me so good, big brother!’ and ‘How does your little sister’s pussy feel on your cock?’ and ‘Don’t cum inside your sister!’ She had just finished saying that when Nina walked back in. We froze, but I don’t think she heard Annie. Nina just said, ‘You two never stop, do you?’ and Annie responded, ‘No we don’t. And we never will.’ Nina said that she’d give us a few minutes to finish up as long as we promised to let her join us again, and Annie said that she could fuck us as much and as often as she wanted.
“Nina closed the door and I carried Annie to the bed. Annie came as soon as I laid her down on the bed, but I was still having trouble after cumming three times over the previous 24 hours. Annie kept up with the dirty talk, but switched from the incest play to saying that I fucked her so good that she would never stop. For the rest of our lives, she’d try to fuck me whenever she could. I could feel myself getting close and I told her that. Then she leaned up and whispered in my ear, ‘I’m gonna fuck you on your wedding day.'”
“Holy shit,” I said.
“That was it and I let loose,” he said. “I finally busted, coating her insides with my seed again. It felt so good.” He paused and took a deep breath, as if remembering the feeling of erupting inside my gorgeous sister. “Anyway, that was basically it. We cleaned up and got dressed and met you outside to go home.”
“That was…wow,” I said. I couldn’t believe that they’d fucked again after we’d all gotten up. While I was busying myself in the house, packing up to leave. I doubly couldn’t believe all the filthy shit that came out of my sister’s mouth. “Wait…so you came when she said she’d fuck you on our wedding day?”
“That was just the timing of it,” he said. “I was about to bust and that just happened to be what she was saying at the time.”
“Even if that’s true, she’s going to think the idea of fucking her before we exchange our vows turns you on,” I said.
“Or after,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “I mean, she might have meant fucking after the ceremony. Like, during the reception or something.”
“That’s not the point,” I said.
“Yeah, I know,” he said. “I just mean there wasn’t anything specific about it. It was all words. I mean, before that she was calling me her brother and saying she was going to fuck me whenever she could. The wedding day thing was probably only as real as those. The point is, prom is over, we’re back now, and everything will go back to what it was like before.”
I guess he had a point. We all say weird things during sex. I thanked him for telling me everything and let him go take a nap. He was understandably exhausted after everything that happened.
I began wondering. I’d always thought my sister was kinda dumb, but was I actually the dumb one? I thought my fiance was naive, but was I actually the naive one? They’d done all these things together that crossed well over any line an engaged man and his fiance’s sister should have. He had an explanation for each thing that happened, but still…
But still nothing. He loved me. The ring on my hand proved it. He loved me so much and cared for my family so much that he’d basically let me pimp him out to my sister just to heal her. If she was too dumb to realize that it was all pretend and only for one weekend, and if he was too naive to realize that some of her feelings were actually real, that wasn’t my problem. Sure, I’d be there for both of them as they came to these realizations, but those were their lessons to learn.
“Where’s David?” Annie asked as I walked back downstairs.
“He’s sleeping in our room,” I said.
“Ok, well my room is always so bright during the day, so I think I’ll see if I can nap with him,” she said.
“Suit yourself,” I said. “I’ve got a paper to write, so I’m going to head to the library to focus.”
She said ok and I gathered up my books and computers. As I was leaving, I passed Annie again as she headed toward our room and David.
“How long are you gonna be gone?” she asked me.
“Probably a few hours,” I said.
“Ok, well, please call when you’re heading back,” she said. “That way, uh…we can get…um…dinner started? Yeah, dinner started.”
“That’d be great,” I said.
I noticed she’d changed again, now wearing a very small tanktop that left almost none of her braless breasts to the imagination and tiny cotton shorts that left the bottom half of her ass exposed. She’d also reapplied her makeup. I smiled to myself as she closed his bedroom door behind her. I did not envy David having to explain to her that things were back to normal now, but it was good to have my confident sister back.
And yes, I’m aware that as we reached the end of this list, I was quoting more and more. That’s because I just don’t have the words to describe how hot these stories are, so I let them do it for me…
If you liked this, check out: If you really like this story, I have a list of my 100 favorite erotica tales – you might enjoy them too…
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