I didn't know she was a slut of course, not when I married her. I guess that's the life of an army wife; husband away all the time, sexual needs and all that and so have an affair. I think I could have handled an affair, but what I came home to the last time I was on leave was a little more than just an affair. My tour of the Middle East and Bosnia had just...
Hey there! How's it going? My name is Andrew Scott Nelson or Drew for short and I am a sissy white slut to the most amazingly drop dead gorgeous Chocolate Mistress ever! Here let me give you a little background on myself and my mistress before I really get into this story. I'll start with my background. I am 36yrold 6'1 130lbs green eyed submissive bisex...
After the first encounter with my new soccer mom slut I felt a little awkward. Even though I was no stranger to intense BDSM relationships (I had already had many sub girlfriends), the motel room deflowering of an almost complete stranger was the most extreme thing I'd done up to that point. Before that I had always known my subs fairly well before becoming...
I woke up this morning with a new sense of anticipation. I had my morning coffee and was thinking about my day, but I absolutely could not concentrate. I went into the bedroom to get dressed. I then looked into the mirror after applying my makeup and I paused. I look absolutely hungry. Not hungry for food but like I am so ready for some hot sex. I smiled int...
I am laying on a bed made of only wood and blankets. He is leaning over me, his hands wrapped around my long throat. I struggle, protest. There is no yielding in his hands. They are pressed against my airway and I struggle for air. I am in a professional touring company of Othello, by Shakespeare, playing Desdemona to my costar's Othello. I have spoken to t...
Donna was a bit of a prude. She had never cared much for sex. She and Frank never had it more than once, maybe twice, a week. She only wore lingerie on his birthday and Valentine's Day. She didn't have any wild stories about sex in weird places or with strange people. So it surprised even herself that she was actually following through with the bet she los...
I turned the key in my front door, opening the large panelled oak door slowly. Stepping in to my hallway I could hear the muffled sound of moaning coming from my lounge. I crept quietly toward my lounge where the door was partially open. Looking through the gap I saw on my sofa my wife sprawled across the sofa wearing a red quarter cup bra with her newly p...
Steph lay back on the sofa with her legs wide open, stroking her shaved gaping pussy. Carl's cum was still running out of her pussy as she stared at me with a look of lust and shame. "I didn't mean it to go so far. I'm so sorry" she spoke softly as she continued stroking her well fucked pussy. "You definitely meant it to go that far. You fucking loved havi...
Chapter II "I'm sorry but Mr. Alberto is at one of his important meetings. Who is calling?" the secretary said. I want to hang up right then but I said, "Elle Johnson." "Oh, Miss Johnson," she said in a suddenly friendly voice. "I am sure Mr. Alberto will want to speak to you. Hold on, please." Mr. Alberto came on the phone in about thirty seconds and af...
The situation, as Frank Doyle saw it, was not good. In fact it was very, very bad. When his friend, John O'Connor, had asked and then almost pleaded for help, Doyle knew that he shouldn't have got involved. He certainly shouldn't have got his wife, Tricia involved. But John was in trouble - big trouble. Maggie, his wife, and the Doyles' friend, had gone miss...