**Interracial cuck/submissive male themes.** *** It was Friday afternoon, 4:59PM, I was just about to clock out of work for the weekend. Tonight, like every Friday night, was date night. Usually we would hit a local bar or club for drinks then come home and fuck, but recently I had decided to spice up date night once a month by proposing a wager. We had...
The orientation program was in full flow. It was beach day, and the group had just reached the next checkpoint. "Everyone, gather!" Emmett held his fist up high. He looked around as the students gathered around him and noticed the three troublemakers slowly strolling over. Perfect, he thought. These three girls had been constantly moaning and groaning thr...
"Is this the right place?" "It's the address I was given." "It's a bit... Grand." As if to dispel our doubts, there was a deep buzz and the ten foot high wrought iron gates began to open slowly. A female voice on the entrance intercom invited me to; "Drive up to the house." To say that I was nervous would be an understatement. Our first venture into 'sw...
She simply couldn't believe what a horrible day it had been. Nothing had gone right, from stabbing herself in the eye with her eyeliner in the morning, to dropping her phone in the sink, and worse yet, the traffic driving home had made her late. She sighed deeply as she pulled into the driveway, so happy to be home. But knowing He was probably disappointed i...
This is entirely a work of fiction. The characters presented are entirely imaginary and over 18 years of age. Any similarity to actual people or situations is purely coincidental. WARNING! This is a Loving Wives cuckold story about pushing limits and crossing lines. If that's not your cup of tea, DON'T READ THIS ONE! There are plenty of other stories on t...
"Fuck." (Author's Note: Every erotic story should begin with a good fuck) I worked my way through the kitchen, dodging cooks and waitresses. The fact that none of them responded to my exclamation proved one point to me: I walked through the kitchen crying "fuck" way too often. I was on my way to the restaurant manager's office...and not happy about it. I k...
At Francie's house, it was a dark and stormy night. The power was out and the only light came from the sensual candles she had lit. Normally they were used for other purposes, but this night they provided the necessary illumination needed to change into her sexy sheer nightgown. Just putting on this beautiful yellow silk gown began to get Francie wet as she...
Jim awoke with a start and tried to focus on the bedside alarm clock that was blinking 6:00 A.M. in horrible, green, large neon numbers. He realized two things immediately. 1) A warm thigh and arm was draped over his back and upper thigh, and 2) an empty bottle of very good Vodka, along with two glasses, were sitting on the night table beside the bed. He t...
What to write about? What to write about I mused to myself, my mind momentarily blank. Glancing through the pages and pages of stories in Literotica you could be forgiven for thinking that just about every topic for a story had already been used. I sat back in the chair pondering on possible story themes and as I did I started thinking about my life so far....
Steve, my husband, loves me to wear tarty, slutty things and recently bought me a sheer nightdress/teddy that looks like a French maids outfit...comes with a tiny thong and it's little more than some see through black nylon trimmed with white lace...Primark, a fiver...he added some hold ups and I got a very thorough fucking the first night I wore it for him....