((((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...
As I stood at the kitchen sink I could feel his eyes upon me. I felt more self-conscious than I could remember, but that feeling was far outweighed by the feeling of pride that warmed me; the knowledge that I was pleasing him. I was preparing my first meal for him. I was allowed to choose the meal, but everything else was at his discretion. My attire consis...
This story has sexual content. If you are not over 18 then do not read. The names in the story has be changed to protect the real people who have been mention. The story is real. The truth is stranger than fiction. I am 58 year married white guy dressed in the standard dress for a crossdresser. You know black thigh high fishnet stockings with black suspen...
The phone rang and Lisa jumped out of her seat. She had been waiting for a call from Master all day and she hoped this was he. "Hello?" said Lisa. "Be at my home by 8PM and be ready to be used really good" said her Master, and he hung up before she could speak. She was so happy when he called and felt so wanted when he gave her orders. It was already 6:...
It had been a couple weeks since Suzanne had seen old Tom, the black janitor who raped her in the church kitchen. She was afraid to be by herself in church, so she always left with a group so he couldn't trap her again. She had not mentioned the rape to a soul because of the shameful way she allowed him to take her and because of the way her body reacted to...
(Note to the reader: This is the second chapter of the second part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) Even though he looked clearly exhausted, Jim's enormo...
It's a cold December evening as you dress the way you have been instructed for the evening. Leather thong, corset and heels along with mesh stockings; leather skirt and a collar complete your whorish attire. I watch you as I myself dress, putting on my black sheer thong to show off my assets, the black silk shirt and black pants to complete my outfit. As we...
This story is about an older white woman and a younger black man. It includes different sexual activities and submission. If that's not your thing, you should probably go elsewhere. A few days after the role play, Anthony asked Marsha to go to dinner and drinks. Although he could never convince her to dress like a slut when they went out in public, she coul...
Part ten: Veronica ...cherie had no idea how long she was to stay in the cage. She alternately looked from the door to the cock of the slave in the cage beside her. She was almost drooling looking at it. So big, thick and long, and would fit in her fuckholes perfectly. The slave knew cherie could not keep her eyes off his cock so her gently stroked it, c...
It happened, not quite like this but very close. It was so fucking erotic watching my young wife grinning at me, totally into it, getting fucked by another man. She was riding his big fucking cock totally naked, telling me how fucking huge he was and how good it felt inside her. "Oh, God, baby. He is so fucking huge," she said, grinning as he gripped her...