(This is part of a book I am writing on submission. I fully understand some of you will be offended, but reverse the role. What if the kitten was male? Could you do it)

Master decided that friends of his would spend some time tonight doing a little kitten training. When I think of that, the first thing that comes to mind is the tv show My Cat From Hell. I can only imagine what would happen if the host stopped by for some obedience training. I didn’t let Master know that I giggled over this. His humor is more black and white, well, with me, at least.

Before he sent me away for the evening, a collar adorned my neck along with a new leash. It was not the kind of collar that signified anything other than I am a Kitten, but it brought tears to my eyes. I felt the love of this man the moment he tightened the buckle around my neck and handed the leash to the woman. The female laced the leash in her fingers, pointed to the ground, and let it be known that I was not worthy of walking on two legs. On my hands and knees across the grass, not stopping until we reached the cottage door. Even then, I was not to stand. Some would call this act humiliating, and in many ways, it is, but the life of a kitten is the life of devotion.

If you can imagine the sounds that come from a cat with a full belly of milk, that was me the moment the leash tightened around my throat. A female showing dominance is a beautiful sight for a woman like me. Though I am not the kind who could ever wrap my delicate fingers around the leather, I do appreciate those that can. A quick yank to my neck brought my head back and my eyes on the most beautiful creature. Lovely raven hair, eyes, the ocean’s color, and her flawless alabaster skin almost put me into a trance. That was when I realized I would do anything in the world to please this beautiful woman. Her happiness would be the primary concern.

As the female leaned down, her crimson pout brushed lightly over my own. Was I worthy? Does it matter? She wasn’t kissing me, though, to the novice, they might assume. Her red lipstick now smeared across my lips. She was claiming what she owned, well, at least for the remainder of her stay.

“My husband needs something that I will not provide for him. Tonight, you will be the receptacle for his cum. You will not enjoy this, and if you do, I will inform your Master of your disobedience,” she said.

A simple nod of my head was all that she needed to know I understand and follow directions.

As the female walked away, she patted her side for me to follow. Slowly, I pranced across the floor, stopping as she poured herself a glass of chilled wine. Sitting on the side of the bed, she patted the corner of the firm mattress. I slithered in. My torso would lay across the mattress and my ass high in the air. I knew what they wanted. Master explained that already, but I can’t lie. Anal sex is the one act that scares me the most.

Chills moved up and down my spine when the woman placed her glass in the center of my back. Reaching down, she slowly slid my panties down to my knees. My ass is now exposed for her husband to see. I’m not a mind reader, but I was sure he was already hard.

“Do not move a muscle. If this glass spills, so shall your tears. Do you understand me?” she asked.

Once again, a simple nod of my head. She did not need me to explain with words. My motion was apparent enough.

Dipping her fingers in the glass, she pulled the dripping digits out and allowed the fluid to dribble down the crack of my ass, pooling in the entrance. It took all I had not to shake, but her threats reminded me of who and what I am.

With a hand on either side of my ass, she pulled my cheeks apart for her husband to view. I admit this was the point that I pushed my head into the bed and clamped my teeth on the thick bed covering. I’ve never endured anal sex, and this was indeed not how I expected my first time to go.

The female left the glass on my back, her hands pulling me apart, and her husband pressing the massive mushroom head against my tiniest opening. Without any lube other than the trickle of wine, he pushed in slowly—neither of us wanting the wine to spill.

Tears rolling down my face, I cried from the pain of his entrance into my ass. I’m not sure if it would hurt more if it were harder or slower. Either one, the searing pain the tore through my body was euphoric. A sickness inside of me feels that the pain inflicted is the reward for a job well done. I am not sure that this matters for me, but I think I am a terrible little kitten for not begging him to stop for a brief second. My pain endurance is higher than most.

With a soft stroke to my hair, the woman never spoke a word, but I assume this was her version of praise. His cock took no time in exploding inside of my ass. The moment he pulled back, his wife pushed my ass cheeks closed.

“Stay still, Kitten. Hold the walls closed, and do not spill a drop. My husband is taking me to dinner, and we expect you to be where we left you upon our return. You’ve done well for your first time. I will bring you a kitty bag when we return,” she said.

I am a good girl and follow directions, but the desire to be disobedient just once is strong. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I remain the favorite.

Love and scratches,

Kitten

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Enjoy my little creative story.

Pacing the floors of her home, she was bored out of her mind. At 18, she should be out partying with kids her age, but there was something different about this one. She needed things that a man her age could never provide. Maybe that’s why she preferred them all over 35 years of age. So much time passed since she was with a man. She needed to know she could still get one for some reason. Well, if she wanted one. A few hours of fun was all she needed to get her mind to where she needed.

Thumbing through her phone, the name that stood out was that of a local strip club. One where eighteen was legal, and they had open stage night every Tuesday. Tonight, she would mindfuck someone stranger into oblivion. That was the goal, at least.

Two hours later, the five-foot-ten in blond found herself in the middle of the stage, searching for her victim. She would call him that because by no means would she fuck him tonight. Her pussy saved for a special guest, and there were no VIP’s in sight.

Music blaring, she wore nothing but a pair of red panties, stocking with lace trim, and a thin ribbon around her neck. Though tied in a bow, she was no one’s gift tonight. One more item accented her outfit of choice. A pair of 4 inches spiked red stilettos. Not her normal expensive ones. These would serve one purpose tonight. They were for attention only.

In the center of the stage, a chair sat, waiting. Calling a guy in the front row on stage, she smirked when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. If that were any indication of what he was packing, it would take all she had not to give in to temptations. She pointed to the chair. No words were needed. Tonight she was going to use him for a prop in her little act of self-pleasure.

The music changed, the song was seductive and enticing. As she moved in for the kill, her hips swayed to the beat of the song, never missing a note. Stopping as she approached, her hands slid slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts’ underside in each palm. Not big, nor small, she was a perfect handful. As her tongue traced her bottom lip, she tightened the grip on her tits, pulling forward to grasp her perky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, yanking, and finally releasing them back with a bounce. She wouldn’t stop till the naturally pink buds changed to a constricted shade of red, her breath coming in shallow pants. The look on his face said it all. This man was mesmerized by the show in front of him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

No, there was no fucking tonight. Just a little tease. She loved being a tease, straddling the male’s lap, one leg on either side. A long grind would start the show. She slid a hand to the back of his neck, yanking his face forward, planting his lips between her tits. With a whisper, she held him there, grinning, “tongue fuck my tits!” Her head dropped back as he rolled his tongue up and down her cleavage, slapping him in the back of the head when he tried to attach to her nipple. “Do it again, and we’re done,” she warned. Tonight was not his show. It was hers. Long licks over her freckled breast, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a satisfying approval. His dick strained in his pants as she pushed down repeatedly on the crotch of his pants. Her panties saturated now with her lust.

She yanked his head back once again, looking into his eyes, and her free hand forced three fingers into his mouth, fucking over his tongue with slender digits. “That’s a good boy. Get them nice and wet,” she whispered. Pulling her hand out, she smirked as the next place they landed was down her panties, fingers curled, and pushed into the tight walls of her gripping cunt. Slowly, her fingers pushed to break the invisible seal. A loud guttural moan came from deep within. Each slide of her fingers forced her to contract her walls around them. Juices were pouring out to soak the silk panties she wore, staining his pants with her filth.

“Fuck, fuck my cunt,” she growled. The only one fucking her was her. Each time she pushed down on his hard dick, the jeans forced her fingers in deeper, stretching her walls as the liquid sloshed out and around the tips of her fingers.

His eyes widened, bucking his hips up to meet her growing demands, she screamed out as the first orgasm ripped through her body like waves of boiling lava. Each ripple was forcing her to cry like a wanton little whore. She was, though—a little whore who sought pleasure in only herself.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers from her panties, forcing them down his throat. That was his payment for the night. He would be allowed to taste what he could never touch. It seems like a fair trade.

She slipped from his lap, laughing at the sight. He was covered in her orgasm and would be left wanting for his own. She would leave him to handle his problem on his own. Remember, there was no VIP’s here tonight.

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The moment I heard the news, I knew what I needed to do.

It’s cookie season and it was time to brush off the old uniform. Sure, it fits a little tighter now, but that will just increase the sales of those beloved mint delights. They were always my favorite, but how many men out there would be willing to buy them from me? A lot is what I counted on.

I’ve noticed the dirty looks the women in my neighborhood have given me lately. The more the men look, the angrier their wives become. Little do they know, I am not the bitch to play with. I will fuck your husband and kick the dog on the way out. Ask Debbie across the street. She now knows for a fact that her husband is a real cookie monster.

I watched her as she left. She always hits the gym after the kids go to school. Her husband works nights, so he would be asleep on the couch with his hand on his dick. Maybe he’s protecting it from that viper bitch. She’s not ugly, but that smile will make a man shrivel and die. It’s as phony as those tits protruding from her chest.

I wouldn’t consider myself stunning, but I have one thing most don’t. Confidence. A man isn’t safe around the neighborhood succubus. One last look in the mirror at my uniform and I let out a demonic laugh. God! This poor man will be a shell when the bitch comes home. Drained, drooling, and damaged beyond repair.

First rule of being married. Do not allow another woman in the house even if she has a delicious box of cookies. You will never know if their a succubus until you find your balls empty and begging for mercy. You see, I can’t get enough. You may cum once, but I demand multiple explosions. I am a greedy bitch when it comes to another woman’s man.

Knocking on the front door the moment her car was out of sight, the man of the house grumbled and groaned until he opened the door.

“Excuse me, Sir, but your wife sent me over to sell you some cookies,” I laughed.

He didn’t bother inviting me in. Honestly, he didn’t need to. I pushed past the man, stopping only to call his forward with the use of my finger. A quick curl brought him to sit on the couch, his mouth wide open in complete awe.

As his eye drank in every single inch, I fought the urge to laugh, but lost it in the end. It was the panic of his furrowed brows that did it.

“Shhh, not then, I have to sell all my cookies to get a new badge. You see, I want to be the biggest whore on the block for the third year in a row. So, you’ll buy them all and devour my pussy between each bite. Now be a good boy for me,” cackling, the laughter flowed so easy with this one.

My skirt already short, I pulled the front up showing him the sheer panties beneath. He salivated a dribble of fluid from the corners of his mouth, my hand pulling him forward. I know the aromatic beauty of my pussy, pushing his face against the soft fabric. His breath warm and my panties wet. The combination sent wicked chills through my body. I don’t allow much to affect me, but barrowing a husband caught me by surprise.

“My wife,” he groaned.

“Fuck your wife. Wait, fuck a real pussy instead. Fuck me,” laughing.

Grabbing his hands, I pulled him up, almost dragging him to the bedroom. If I fuck him, I will do it right. The cum stain his wife finds on the bed won’t be hers, it will be mine.

Did I fuck him? What do you think?

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Hello Darling. I’m an alter ego named Phyllis. When the black widow comes out to play, there is no Gypsy. She is tucked away for my personal pleasure. Sit back and enjoy my erotic journey into making sure married men enjoy cheating as much as I do. 

I’ve waited long enough for that man to come to his senses. William and his wife Jillian might seem like the perfect couple, but when you see the cracks, you realize how deep the problems are. When foundations are unrepairable, that’s where I come in.

Years ago I met William’s father after he was widowed. We became an item quickly, but truth be told, what I was really after was the young buck. His father had the money, but William would be the perfect victim for my cheating crimes. Plus his wife loved to spend more time away from him than a loving spouse should. I gave it two years after the death before clenching my well manicure talons around William. He was always a sucker for my nails, so now, it was time to put them to good use.

I waited a house away and watched as Jillian loaded her car and drove away from that long circular drive. She would be off on one of her many adventures, and by the look of the luggage, at least a few days. My target stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped as the little woman left. A man like William shouldn’t be left alone. Well, not by a real woman he shouldn’t. I would be the woman that put a smile back on his face. Believe me, I have millions of reasons why. The old man was loaded and I knew that William would get it all. Hence, I would get it all as well.

Dressed in a sleek blue dress, white heels, and my hair perfectly done, I knew all of that would be ignored. There was one part of me that William couldn’t resist. My hundred dollar manicure and soft petal pink nails. He always admired them, which in turn pissed Jillian off. Oddly enough, whenever I waved those talons at him, he became mesmerized by them.

Knock knock

As the door opened my smile radiated a warmth that I knew William could feel deep in his balls. Without him saying a word, I leaned in for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his frame. What man could push a woman like me away?

“Darling boy, I am so sorry about your father. I know its been a little bit, but I am still saddened by his loss,” I cried.

William stiffened, looking around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching the embrace. Finally allowing his body to rest, he returned the hug, but his face still showed shock.

“Phyliss, it’s been a few years, but thank you. He’s missed by all that knew him,” he said in a cracked voice.

I laughed, watching his eyes as my hand moved to the nap of his neck, dragging those nails over the flesh. That’s when I knew this would be a piece of cake. Scraping my talons over his neck, his eyes glossed over in a dream like state. William has such a weakness for my nails.

“Sweet boy, take me in. I know Jillian isn’t home. She’s never home,” I snapped.

William stepped aside, his mind now in a trance like state. It was those nails that he could never get off his mind. As they walked to the couch, sitting, he struggled for words.

“She’s a good wife, but yes, she is always gone with her friends,” he sighed.

I couldn’t help but be amused by this. Why was he sighing, but more so because he didn’t seem concerned over her absence. I reached out taking his hand in mine, my thumb nail softly caressing the top of his hand. Moving quickly was not my goal. I needed to take him hook, line, and sinker into my boat.

I was determined to turn William into a cheating man.

“William, you know that I am the only woman for you. I could see that in your eyes the day we met. Jillian was never good enough for you,” I whispered.

My hands now tangling in his hair, scathing my nails on his scalp. His body tensing and he moaned out, shaking in approval.

“William, it’s time I take my rightful place. It’s time for Jillian to go, forever. I have arranged that,” I laughed.

He simply nodded, knowing that Phyllis was right. Jillian did need to go and she would take her place in his life and his bed. How could he ever be with his wife again after all of this.

It was time for the fatal act of fully killing his marriage. I slid a hand beneath my skirt, allowing the dew to drip from my pussy onto my fingers. One push between his lips of that powerful honey and the Black Widow had taken another loyal man into her cheating web.

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Cheating? Is there ever a reason to cheat and not feel good about it? You might feel a little different after I tell you about my client. He’s meeting a married BBW and he’s married as well. So far it sounds so wrong, right? Oh, there is so much more to this story to share that might change your mind. This is a story told to me by one of my dearest friends. Some is spiced up to enhance the reader.

So many years of marriage on the line for this meeting. Kids, grandkids, and a marriage, but when your wife closes herself entirely than what’s a man to do? It’s been years since the last time he touched her, and there is no end in sight. Every night she comes to bed nude, but that’s where it ends. Her side of the bed might as well be separated with an electric fence. Some women as they age lose their desire for sex, but this can’t be normal.

A few indiscretions under his zipper, and a lot of phone sex, he met a woman with as much of a desire for sex as he has. Where he met her doesn’t matter but know that sometimes your fantasy girl becomes a reality. She’s unhappy in her marriage and on the cusp of divorce, but she offers him what he needs. Comfort, sex, and compassion. The one thing that is different than most girls he’s been with in her size. She is a BBW who loves the freaky side of sex. BDSM, Anal, and fisting. Something he has never done but isn’t closing his eyes too doing it.

With the meeting arranged, she arrived only miles away from where he lived and there’s no turning back. She left her husband weeks ago, but for him, this is the definition of what unfaithful looks like. His wife doesn’t have a clue that in a few short hours he will be in the arms of another woman. A BBW whose body is made for comfort, not speed. He can take his time learning every curve of that magnificent body.

They agreed to meet at a hotel close to where he lives, but he would have to hide his car out of the way. If anyone seen him going into the room, things could get complicated. This isn’t a love connection, but rather two people who need to feel again. A soft knock on the door, holding his breath the moment it opened. She was pretty. Not stunning, but pretty and her body made her more alluring. His wife is chubby, but this girl is BBW.

Walking into the hotel room, his dick felt the heat between the two. Rock hard, he didn’t want to show all his cards at once. A drink before all the fun stuff came, right? Wrong! Anticipation getting the best of both, they moved in for the first kiss. Within minutes the clothing became too much for either of them to handle. Tugging at her blouse, he removed it quick. Those big, beautiful breasts drove him wild with desire. His hands manipulating the bra, he gasped the moment it fell. Her tits were the kind that a man would want to fuck the moment he seen them. Full and heavy breasts, his mouth moved in to suckle the nipples deep into his mouth. Away from a woman for so long, his cock aching with need.

A BBW Goddess is all that can handle a man like him.

She stopped him quick, smirking as she drops down to her knees. He needed to cum, and the first one is always quick. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, slurping with anticipation. Her warm mouth opening as a long line of saliva fell to her breasts. Salivating for a taste of his cream. “Fuck my mouth,” she whispered, gagging the moment he grabbed the back of her head. Not usually dominate, he pumped his cock down her throat with a need he had never endured. She swirled her tongue around the shaft. Her eyes watered as he forced himself into the back of her throat and came without warning.

“Swallow that cum you dirty little bitch. All of it!”

Part 2 coming soon. Will he pound that BBW ass, or fist her like she begged?

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Everyone keeps a little secret from their significant other from time to time, right? What is they are the desire to live a bisexual life? Should they tell her or him? Living a sexless life at any age can make the mind wander from time to time. The wife is the old term they used, frigid. She closed that refrigerator door long ago and padlocked it. So, what is a man to do?

SPOIL GYSPY

Porn and phone sex have become a lifesaver, but there is still something inside stirring. The need for a cock. At first it was curiosity, and then a craving. Now though, nothing will satisfy this need other than a big dick. This is where fantasy comes to play. Late at night when he sits in the basement watching porn, the daydreaming comes in.

Another night of nothing. I swear that bitch knows what she’s doing. Walking from the shower to the bed naked is cruel. She’s still a good-looking woman with a nice body but refuses to allow me even a touch. God forbid I suggested sex. Now, I tell her goodnight and retreat to the one place where I don’t have to fake my bisexual desires. The basement. My mancave became the only place I can enjoy my own sexuality without her calling me a pervert or shutting me down. She is the reason I call niteflirt girls.

Scanning through different ads, I came across one that caught my eye. M4M discrete relationship for sexual fun. What the hell? I called it and after talking and exchanging a photo of our cocks, I invited him over. I made sure to tell him to enter through the basement door. It was risky, but one I was willing to take. My own cock was rock hard and leaking even before he arrived.

A small knock on the door brought me back to reality, and I was shocked when I opened it. This man didn’t look the type, but then again, neither do I. Both of us in a sexless relationship, this would be perfect. He was about 6ft, dark hair, fit, and I could already see the outline of his cock in his pants. I was salivating for a taste but needed to be respectful. I do remember one thing from the call. He’s very alpha and would take the lead in our bisexual relationship. I’m good with that since it’s my first time.

This man, I will call him David, walked in with one thing on his mind. This he needed to get off, and I would be the one who did that. No small talk or chit chat, playing at home is dangerous, so we arranged that we would get right to the point. He wanted his cock sucked, and I always had the desire to swallow another man’s cum. No sooner was the door closed then I dropped to my knees, tugged his zipper down, and almost choked at the size. The picture didn’t do him justice at all. An 8 inch, thick, cut cock right there in my face waiting for me to make cum.

First, I stroked him, but knew that would never be enough. He could do that at home. Leaning in, the tip of my tongue rimmed the head, saliva already pouring down my chin.

“Suck my fucking dick,” David demanded.

Placing his hand on the back of my head, David fed me that dick. At first, I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat, and then, I swallowed. Fuck, this wasn’t gross or hard at all. My mouth sliding down his pole like I had sucked dick all my life. Gulping and swallowing, my tongue worshipped that dick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I knew when he fed me the real stuff, I would get addicted quick. Working my hand to my zipper, I pulled my cock out, stroking. My wife never made me as hard as I am right now.

“Be a good faggot and make me cum,” David laughed.

God, was I a faggot, or was this a bisexual dream? At that point I didn’t care. David fucked my mouth, and I pumped my dick. The moment I felt the swell in his shaft and the first spray of hot cum, I squirted all over the floor. Grunting and moaning, David pushed the head down my throat filling my stomach with its first load of cum. I didn’t even gag. His cum super sweet, I knew I could become addicted to this act. Well, until what he told me about next time. I will keep that a little secret though. I’m twitching thinking about how he will feel.

Let me know if you want more of this bisexual daydream.

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Does you have a cheating wife? Well, I have a caller who wishes he did. He gave me permission to share his fantasy with you, and add my own little spin on the entire thing. I have to admit that his roleplay really turned me on.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called out.

Standing in the kitchen, it’s the moment I’ve waited for. My loving husband home from work. Walking out dressed only in a white silk robe, the first thing I do is softly kiss his lips.

“Mmm, what was that for?” he asks.

“Because I have a huge surprise for you in the bedroom. I’ve been waiting for hours,” I laugh.

Am I considered a cheating wife is he really wants this?

As I walk him to the bedroom I am almost giddy with excitement. Opening the door, I don’t even have to see his face to know that look. He’s in a state of complete shock. Right there in the middle of our marital bed lays a chocolate GOD. Big Black, and stroking his 11 inch cock.

“Baby, go sit in the corner in that chair. You can stroke, but stay in the chair,” I demand.

Today is about me, not him. I’ve been needing this for so long, and now, I can finally be a cheating wife. Oh yes, and I can get a cream pie by a BBC. I’ve had a black man before, but never like this. Never when my husband was watching. Today I would prove to him that I am all those things my girlfriends say. I am the neighborhood slut. All of the wives hate me because their husbands can’t get enough.

“Yes, Dear,” he mumbled.

Starting at the end of the bed, I crawled up between that well hung Prince. His cock standing magnificent, my mouth was already salivating. A long swipe of my tongue up the thick under belly, and I heard my husband groan loud. Peeking over my shoulder and I stroke my wedding ring hand up and down his cock.

“Baby, I’m going to suck him real good for you,” I giggled.

My hubby only moaned as my lips stretched and moved down my lovers shaft. Each inch disappearing into the quietness of my throat. There is something about a black cock that always turns me into the perfect cheating wife. I can’t help it. My body aches for that salty lust. Each time his cock fully enters my mouth, a trickle of tear coated mascara paints a masterpiece down my face.

My lover yanked me off his cock, saliva dripping from my lips and he tilted my face to look at my husband.

“Yo, tell this bitch to sit on Black Daddy’s cock!” he demanded.

Oh my GOD! My husband shook as he stroked. His hand pumping up and down his weaker white cock, he nodded at my BBC lover.

“Baby, be a good girl and fuck our black daddy,” said my husband.

That was what took me from a BBC addict to a full blown cheating wife. Moving up his body, I hovered my perfect white pussy over the head of his cock. I dripped down the shaft as my lips stretched to engulf 11 inches of pure pleasure. I’ve always heard there is a pleasure zone, and now I know it’s real.

BBC

Each pump of his dick into my core, I screamed, cried, and came with a force I had never know. It wasn’t until he was about to cum did my husband finally speak up.

“Can I come over and clean his cock when he cum?” he asked.

There’s more, but this is all you will get for now. Just know this, I am not the only BBC lover in the house.

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