(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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I was given permission to tell this story from a long time cuckold. For this story we will call him Brian.

“I don’t even know how this all began. One day I was living the perfect marriage, or so I thought, and the next, I stood in the middle of my bedroom while my wife cheated on me. Well, looking back at it now, I guess it wasn’t cheating. She was feeding her soul what it had lacked for so long. A real man. I’m a big guy, but lacking in one thing. Cock size. About 4 inches, I’ve had girlfriends in the past complain, but I leaned how to become orally gifted. Sex was quick, but I could always get them off with my tongue or toys. It was that way with my wife too, well, until it wasn’t. And so it began.

I never thought I would be here, confessing this part of myself. It started as a whisper in the back of my mind, a fleeting thought I quickly brushed aside. But over time, the thought grew, and soon, I couldn’t ignore it.

My wife, Emily, is breathtaking—smart, confident, and effortlessly beautiful. From the moment we met, I knew I was lucky. But deep down, I carried a secret, a craving I didn’t understand at first. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon a forum discussing the cuckold lifestyle that I realized there was a name for my fantasy.

At first, I was ashamed. What kind of man wanted to see his wife with another? The idea should have filled me with jealousy, but instead, it thrilled me in ways I couldn’t explain. I kept it buried, afraid of what Emily might think. But secrets have a way of eating at you, and one night, after a few glasses of wine, I confessed.

She stared at me, silent. My heart pounded. Had I ruined everything? Then, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

“So, you want to watch me with someone else?” she asked.

I nodded, barely breathing.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

Days turned into weeks, and I convinced myself she had dismissed the idea. Then, one evening, she dropped a bombshell.

“There’s someone I’ve been talking to,” she said. “If we’re really doing this, I want to do it right.”

The moment was surreal. I expected jealousy, but instead, I felt something else—excitement, arousal, anticipation. The night arrived faster than I imagined. Watching Emily with another man was both torment and pleasure in its purest form. I had never seen her like that before—uninhibited, free, lost in pleasure. And though I was an observer, I had never felt closer to her. He was 3 times my size and though I should have be intimidated, I’m on the edge of excitement.

The way he touched my wife made me feel a pang of guilt. Never once had she used that language in the bedroom with me. All I could think was “Had I ever satisfied her?”

Afterward, she curled up beside me, tracing her fingers over my skin. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

I smiled, kissed her forehead, and nodded. “More than okay.”

Some might not understand, but for us, it brought a new level of intimacy, trust, and passion. And in the end, that’s all that matters.

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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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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I don’t even remember the age I started discovering my body, but I know it was young. I’ve heard women mature sexually faster than men do, and I believe it with the experiences I’ve had. The only bad thing is I still live at home, and my parents think that sex is for procreation, and masturbation is a sin. I honestly believe they only had sex one time in their relationship, and that’s when they made me. What’s weird is that both of them are extremely attractive. They work out daily, indulge in personal trainers, and my mother even went away one weekend for a little minor surgery. Oddly enough, her breasts were twice the size when she returned. We never spoke of it, but there was no way you couldn’t notice such a drastic change.

When I turned eighteen, my life changed drastically. I had begun my first year of college and needed to make some extra cash. My parents paid fully for my college, but they gave nothing else. I wanted to hang out with friends, vacation, spring break, and even party, but I couldn’t ask them for more. They were paying for an Ivy League college, and I know that tapped out their finances. The only way I could work was to hide it from both of them. I promised to focus on classes, and they would handle the rest.

Frustrated, my best girlfriend suggested that I go on dates for money with older men. She was doing it and making about five grand a month. The crazy thing was that I was still a virgin, and some of these men wanted sex. Sure, they paid extra for that, but I knew nothing about sex other than what I did to myself nightly. If that wasn’t enough of fear, my father is a cop. What if he found out about what I was doing, or worse, what if he busted me. As nervous as I was, the money was just too much for me to turn down the offer.

My girlfriend Brenda set me up to meet with a client that used her frequently. Brenda told me that he was the kind of guy that loved to spoil pretty girls like us. I’ve heard about sugar daddies, but I never thought I would have one of my own. She also told me that is he likes me, he might be the only client that I will ever need. Have you ever gotten a case of all-over chills? That was the first time for me, and the excitement had me so horny.

Later that night, my pussy needed to be taken care of, and since my parents were out for the evening, I could be as loud as I wanted. I slipped into my bedroom, the door locked behind me. Within seconds all of my clothes laid in the corner of the bedroom. I closed the blinds, sneaking a peek outside before I did. Paranoia always got the best of me when I was touching myself.

My bedroom is still decorated from childhood. The stuffed animals on my bed have seen a lot of my naughty time. Oddly enough, I like to place them on the floor facing the wall each time. It’s as though they will tell on me or worse than that. Judge me for sinning against myself. I pulled back the pink-flowered spread on my bed, put every fluffy animal in the corner, and spread out on the sheets, ready to masturbate my frustrations away.

In my bedroom, there is a mirror on the wall across from my bed. For the first time, I watched as my fingers danced up and down my swollen pussy lips, gasping when they got wet without even spreading them. I almost cried out in quivers of pleasure. I could always achieve little breaths of orgasmic death. I pushed my feet to the edge of the twin bed. My pouty pink slit opened just enough to see my clit. Already swollen, the little bundle of nerves was my greatest find. I remember the first time I came. I hid in my closet for an hour crying because I thought I broke my pussy. How would I explain to my parents that I broke that part of my body if masturbation was a sin?

Dangling a finger above my pussy lips, drops of my fluid dripping from the tips like speckles of rain on my swollen mound. I always did love warm summer rain. Down and in, my slender digits gliding like a paintbrush up and down my soft folds. Only stopping to taunt my clit. A whisper of filth slipping from my lips as the circles are drawn around the tiny bundle of nerves.

“Fucking whore,” I whisper.

My lips quiver as the words of a lover spill, I press my index finger inside, stopping the moment I feel my hymen. God, I want to break it. I want to take away my virginity, but one day will I regret that? The unknown scares me enough to stop and retract my soaking wet finger. If I went deeper, would I pull back and find the sins staining my nails? I am sure I would. For a brief second, I push my candy-coated finger into my mouth and imagine the taste of blood. I’ve never thought about why a Vampire craves blood until that moment.

The ache deepening, my hand follows the warmth as it rushed down my body, slapping hard over my wet pussy lips. The reflection in the mirror tells me that I left a mark. It wasn’t the first time, but god, I want so more. My other hand tugged my erect nipples. I was pulling them from my body until the pain forces me to release them. I didn’t mean to cum, but it wasn’t an accident either. As my finger rubbed over my clit, and my other hand twisted my little buds, I screamed out in waves of pleasure as an orgasm bolted through my body with wicked strikes of painful pleasure. It physically hurt to come that hard, and yet, I’ve never experienced something so beautiful.

As I laid in bliss, thinking about what and how this escort life would be, my phone brought me back to reality. Sliding my slippery fingers over the screen, it was my best friend Brenda sent me a picture. I will never forget the moment I opened it and read the cation.

“I told my sugar daddy all about you, and he wants to arrange a date. I attached his picture so you can see him.”

I think I blacked out for a few moments. The picture was of my father, and there was no way in hell I could ever look Brenda in the face again.

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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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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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With the permission of a client, I am going to share his cuckold story. Well, part of it. I don’t know if even I could do this justice. No names used to protect my client. He knows who he is.

What is a cuckold? A man who encourages and excepts his significant other having sex with another man. There are many levels to this and each one is different. Some enjoy knowing that she is cheating, and others enjoy watching and participating. Either way, the woman is getting sexually satisfied by someone outside of their relationship. The degree of cuckold depends on the man and what he wants and enjoys. Each one is different.

Small penis? Does this define you as less of a man? I hope that you say no, but sadly for the majority of men out there they find themselves stuck in a cuckold world. For most it’s not the woman who can’t accept it, but the man. Boys are taught growing up that the size of their penis defines where they land on the sexual food chain. Little does most know, but they are not alone. So many try creams, pumps, and even hiding in the dark so no one can see. This can and will spiral you into a world that you may not recover from. Beware of what you ask for. Sometimes it will bite you in the ass.

A Cuckold Story.

Being well endowed was never a worry for him. He was small, but for the most part, women accepted that. Maybe it was his personality, or that he made up for his short comings with oral skills. When he found the perfect woman who loved him for who he was, he made the fatal mistake of asking her about her ex-boyfriends penis size. It was big, but that didn’t keep her with him. After being told to fuck him too many times, she did. Of course this was a turn on for the him because he got all the juicy details and loved that when she fucked him after, she couldn’t feel a thing.

Riddle me this, I grew thinking no man would ever want to be teased about their manhood?

It wasn’t that he wanted to be taunted, but that he wanted her to be happy. Sadly, most think that the only way to a woman’s heart is through their dick. Wrong! As a woman I have had all sizes and the shorter to average ones have always been the best.

The adventure lasted awhile, well, long enough for him to watch from the closet. He wanted to see his girlfriend in the act with another man. Jealousy can do strange things to men, but he was more mad that she fucked him with such intensity than being jealous. That’s where she thought his “Kink” ended, but not even close.

Settling into being married a few years, the itch began again. He wanted her to fuck someone else. This time when she agreed, she told him it would be different. It would be on her terms and not his. He agreed and that was his fatal mistake. Sometimes things should remain a fantasy. This was one of those times.

She met the perfect man in a bar, and after that, nothing was ever the same. She stopped intercourse with her husband, she spends most of her time in the arms of her lover, and she’s sexually satisfied. Not that she wasn’t with her husband, but he made sure to ruin that with the whispers of infidelity.

Where does he go from here?

There is no happy ending to this story, but there is a moral to it. Hold on tight to the one you love and cherish what you have, not what they had. The life of a cuckold can be exciting, but for some, it’s devastating. I adore my client and love spending time with him. I hope that if he ever finds love again that he never shares it with another man or woman. Love is to be treasured like a rare gem. Sometimes we only find it once in a lifetime.

Disclaimer: I had permission to write this story. No names or places were used.

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Where is the kinkiest place you’ve ever had phone sex? As an exhibitionist at heart, mine might shock some, and entice others. I’ve always considered myself a bit of a freak, but this one takes the cake. What would you think if I had phone sex with a groom right before the wedding? Yes, he was in the church at the time. What you might not know is, so was I.

One of my best friends got married last summer. It was a wild time for all of us with all the parties and wedding preparation. During this time I got to know the groom a little better, and he loved all my kinky phone sex stories. A few times when we all hung out, I took calls, but made sure to walk outside for them. You know, privacy. Well, little did I know, I was being the exhibitionist of the party. As I sat on the back porch, he listened to my tales of freak and kink on the phone. I honestly believe that he wanted to get caught jerking off while I spoke my filthy on the telephone.

Exhibitionist? Well yes I am.

We flirted a few times, but it was all harmless, or so I thought. The day of the wedding all the girls who were in the actual wedding party spent the night together drinking. A little hungover, I was one of the last to leave the hotel room, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to go. I knew they were wrong for each other. He had a wandering eye when it came to other women, and she wasn’t over her ex boyfriend yet. The exhibitionist in me yanked open the drapes and stood naked in front of the hotel window. Little did I know, he was watching from across the courtyard.

Ring Ring

When my phone rang it was the bride telling me to hurry. I assured her I would, but knew I was going to be the last one inside. I am always late. Within 20 minutes I stood in the dressing area of the church putting on the final touches of my lipstick when the phone rang. I knew the number, but was shocked that he was calling me. It was the fucking groom. Excusing myself I went into a small chapel off the larger church to take the call.

Oh, fuck, Gypsy. I’m stroking my cock and thinking about fucking you right now.

I almost dropped the phone when he said that. It was his wedding day for fucksakes. I whispered that he needed to stop and get to the main church, but instead he sent me a picture of him jerking off. GOD DAMMIT! I was so fucking wet at that moment. My friend didn’t deserve that cock. He was so big and thick, and I knew she was a whore. Hell, at the bridal shower she fucked the stripper. She was not innocent in all of this.

What did I do? What would you have done? The rest of the story is a secret and will be password protected. If you want the password you can send me a tribute on niteflirt.

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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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