Although sharing my wife with Bill on a regular basis fulfilled my (and her) need to have her treated as a slut, seeking out other adventures became, at times, difficult and time consuming. Sally at the strip club ... her lesbian Domme lover ... moved across country to go to college, and neither Bill nor I could count on going out of town for business on any...
When I met her, Beth Johnson was a freshman at the University. She was a product of an all-girls Catholic high school and had that fresh-scrubbed, girl-next-door appeal. Beth became the test subject of a theory from my Psych class. (see "Beth the Exhibitionist") I spent most of the first day talking with her and making her laugh. Whenever she performed some...
This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. ****** Following his match with Scott Steiner during the August 18 2003 edition of Monday Night RAW, Test is in his locker room, laughing at Stacy Keibler who's services he won back after faking a knee injury. Test is dressed in blue wrestling trunks, "Didn't I tell you Stacy...
Slouching in her chair, Carmen drew up her dress and rested her unshaved legs on her desk. The student's paper she was reading, though competent and well composed, lacked passion and fire, and the dry topic tempted her to read between the lines and extract more mouth-watering fare. From habit, the naughty professor conjured up a fantasy involving the paper's...
"Undress for me, pet." He sits comfortably on the couch, fingers locked behind his head, a curious smile showing his feelings. He watches her stand and reach to unbutton her pink blouse. Her long dark hair falls about her shoulders and she looks him in the eye, an equal, almost daring him. She has never submitted. Never stood with downcast eyes awaiting h...
Final part- be prepared, I'm holding back nothing, not for the faint hearted... Much thanks to TessaC for an excellent editing job- any errors are my own. ---------- As I prepared my mistress' breakfast I took a moment to look down at myself. I was wearing nothing but black silk panties. They were my favourite pair of all because they'd been the first tha...
I love coming home to find my partner on the couch with his dick in his hand, stroking it hard while he reads nasty stories here on Literotica. Or discovering after a few hours of having gone to bed alone that he still hasn't made it to bed, so sleepily walking out to the lounge to check he's okay, and finding him with his dick in his hand, still reading nas...
"Come here, whore" The last word ringing with disgust. She cringed to hear it said that way. She missed the ring of love and affection that used to fill that word, with that precious word she'd do anything, was doing anything, to hear again in front of it "my", "my whore". She'd earn her title back one way or another. He loved her, or he wouldn't care that s...
Heather was becoming a whore. She had an insatiable sexual appetite. She had lost so many inhibitions that she would do almost anything, or allow it to be done to her. She would fuck young men, old men, attractive men, fat men, men with big dicks, men with little dicks, one man, ten men, or women. She would fuck softly and lovingly, passively, submissively,...
The man walked out. I didn't even know his name. I could feel his cum running out of me. I felt strange. The laptop was still on. It showed the picture of me spread with "Daniel's whore" written on my inner thighs. I guess I am his whore now. I got up and went to clean up. I was tired. I was just walking over to my clothes when the door opened. I froze. Dan...