Maryse smiled widely as she looks at the picture on her phone of a big fat disgusting ass. The massive cheeks were being spread, presenting a perfect view of the fat ass bitch's ass hole which was gaping obscenely wide. After a few minutes of just staring at that beautiful sight Maryse sent the pic to Melina along with the words, you weren't my first bitch....
It's been months since my relationship with Michelle changed drastically. She now was in control of pretty much everything I did, I mean everything. I do all the cleaning, laundry, dishes, and she now has complete control of the bank account. She doesn't do anything except cook since, I have no idea how to cook. Do I wish I never let any of this happen? Som...
I finally did it! I said the words I'd kept inside me for so long, and I felt so ... relieved after I'd said it. To tell the truth, I never believed I would. Master Amos is such a daunting lion, I'm so frightened of him at the same time I desire him every time. I can't even not think about him without getting wet between my legs. He's kind and gentle and r...
This story contains sadism and pain. If this bothers you, go read another story. You may want to read Cruel Bitches first to find out more about Shauna and Bert. Thanks to AngelicAssassin, Netzach, and pagan switch for their sadistic story ideas. ---- Shauna smiles as she stands watching Bert on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. The base of...
I'd forgotten my damn key again. And my wife was taking forever to answer the door. What was she doing in there? I was mildly irritated by the time she finally opened up, but before my lips could even form the words to some smart-assed remark about how long I'd been standing there, my senses were overloaded with the sight before me. I gave her a once ove...
Hey, there. My name is Shaniqua Brown and by my own admission, I'm a big black bitch from the ghetto. At six-foot-one and 230 pounds, I personify ghetto gal power through and true. My skin is jet-black and I have never wished for it to be lighter. Light skin isn't an advantage. It's something people with nothing else going on for them say to make themselves...
Author's note: This story is based on Chuck and takes place just before the series began. * Sarah Walker was currently face down, ass up and feeling extremely nervous. Well, she was actually feeling what felt like a thousand different things all at once, but nervousness was the most recognisable emotion, and rightfully so considering Carina was kneeling...
I'd just completed painting the motel room, as my workday came to an end. I cleaned up the brushes, and headed next door to the bar for a tall cool one. This was Vegas in the summer, and the air conditioning didn't work in the room we were refurbishing. All I had was some fans that didn't circulate well in the enclosed motel room. I wanted to sit and drink...
Tyra: "On your knees, whore," she ordered still fully clothed. Tyra: "A whore belongs on her knees, doesn't she?" Jim: "Yes, mistress." Whack, she smacked him across the face. Tyra: "That's master to you mother fucker. A mistress doesn't have a 10" cock, does she?" Jim: "No master," he replied as she now had his full attention. Tyra: "Better. So, you wi...
((((This is simply for fun. I'm aware there are grammatical errors and it's not a perfect story. It's just to explore my fantasies.)))) *** To this day, I have no idea where it came from. The desire to be made to feel like a slut, a fucktoy, a plaything, just an object for a man to play with and use. Ive always secretly craved it. I never knew how to spea...