Chapter 1 Carrie lay warm and comfortable under the covers of her bed. Her mind was reeling and she had a deep, foreboding pit in her belly. She'd awoken from a vivid dream but she wasn't sure if it was a really good dream or a terrible nightmare. She did know, however, that her pussy was soaking wet and her mind was filled with the indelible image of a fit...
Cuckold, humiliation, cbt, male chastity. Stuff like that Barocca, my wife, was drop dead gorgeous. The kind of super hot gorgeous that does photo spreads and some lesbian porn until she's ready to retire and then does one hetero scene was some puny dick white guy who can't even shoot a load. Well, that kind of gorgeous. Just saying. Her ebony skin was bar...
"My husband says I should ask you if you have a big dick," Jenny giggled as she placed her phone on the bar and smiled at the well dresses black man seated beside her. He had been flirting with her in the dimly lit hotel bar for nearly two hours and he'd been undeterred when she mentioned that she was married. "Tell him it ain't small," he replied in a deep...
Does a married, straight, heterosexual male like myself wake up one morning and suddenly decide to become a cock sucker? Of course not. Like most people I traveled a long and winding road to get where I am today. I have read a lot of explanations about why committed, heterosexual men become cock suckers, and have found that although there are some similari...
Life continued in much the same manner over the next two months. There were variations, for sure, and while the frequency and in-bed intensity didn't diminish much, the atmosphere changed dramatically. It went from frenzied lust to a more laid-back cuming-and-going, so to speak. Perhaps the novelty of a White woman's body had faded slightly and now it was mo...
"Mr. Vincent, your fantasies are in no way abnormal, what you describe is simply a cuckold fantasy," Dr. Mitchell Latreille said calmly as he looked at his patient, Luke Vincent. The tall, burly and muscular, thirtysomething Black man leaned back on the couch, and stroked his goateed chin. A thoughtful expression filled Luke Vincent's handsome face. Not for...
Thanks dear audience for reading this series. I expect to write more exploratory stories on the slut wife subject but have decided to end this series the good old fashioned way. As for the men and women who got aroused while reading my chapters and who told me so in emails and on public comments, I say thank you. That is the ultimate compliment any erotica...
Generica Whitebread smiled to herself as she pulled the joint of pork out of the oven and set it on the side to rest, before turning her attention to the vegetables cooking gently on the stove. She was ever thankful that she had attended that gourmet cookery course in the South of France, paid for by her hard work as a part time lingerie model for Victoria's...
(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) * Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the 't...
"Buck breaking scenarios turn me on, as disturbing as that shit sounds," Vincent Clarence said with a fatalistic shrug as he sat across his ex-girlfriend and sometime lover Kendra Johnson. The tall, curvy, chocolate-skinned and leather-clad African American dominatrix looked at him, and smiled, then shook her Afro-covered head. Ever since Vincent resurfaced...