Author: Francie

My Pussy Belongs To My Boyfriend

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“Can I come with you this time?” Barry begged from his knees. I didn’t even respond. The night I met Don, Berry and I had been out to dinner, and when sparks flew, he just happened to come along for the ride. Don loved the idea of my Husband witnessing how he fucked me, but only once. Our first hook-up was magic. His big black cock was better than any dick I’d taken before, and he knew exactly how to use it.

Barry was humiliated that he’d cum in his pants just watching us make out, and then his pathetic cuck cock spewed several more times that night. Don and I continued seeing each other, of course, the sex was too good to give up, but Barry had never been allowed to watch again.

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Every man needs TLC – Throat loving care. And by man, I don’t mean sissy cuck bitches like you. I’m here to make you the best sissy cock sucker you can be. I’ve set up a pretty little throat training session just for you. I know how much you love slapping that suction cup dildo to your full-length mirror and gagging on it, but I’m not convinced you’ve been taking your training seriously. I only made a few small adjustments; let me explain.

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Biker Takes Your Girl

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My head rested against the dirty window of my boyfriend’s POS car. The whole thing rattled as we waited at the red light, as if it would shake itself to pieces, scattering along the roadway, leaving us sitting on our asses with nowhere to go. He was talking about his office job and how no one respected him or his position. The complaints made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s too bad you can’t help who you love, because my heart sure picked a fucking loser when it settled on this one.

The roar of an expensive engine shivered through my chest, and I looked out the window. A muscled biker had just pulled up beside us at the light. His helmet mask was so black I couldn’t see a single feature, but when he turned that mask toward me, my heart pounded.

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Gag On My Dirty Panties

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“Did you go out with HIM again?” Donny followed me through the kitchen as I put down my purse and keys. He was sniffing around me like a jealous pet. “Did he cum in you? I told you to make him wrap it. I hate when he fills you up.” My eyes rolled so hard I thought they’d never make their way back to the front.

My finger poked his chest to make him back up. “You have no say. Why does it matter?” His knees buckled, and his lower lip pouted out. I could detect a small quiver. It was pathetic.

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BBC Gang Bang Train

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The bare mattress under you is soaked with cum, and your tears but still, the fun continues. At this point, your throat is raw from how many thick black cocks have forced themselves down it, that you no longer scream for mercy. Now, in silent submission, you accept your role as a BBC cock slave.

It’s been days since I’ve chained you to the floor of my basement with just that dirty mattress to keep you company. Well, when the boys aren’t here anyway. This gang bang train has gone on for hours now, and I know you’re exhausted, but it doesn’t matter. It won’t stop until they wish it to.

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Life’s tough, right? You work all the time, leaving you no time for dating. It’s easy to see how much you miss having a woman in your life to listen to you. Just someone to support you and share stories about your day. Even if you don’t have time for one, you want a girlfriend.

I have a solution for you, but like most things that sound too good to be true, it comes with a few painful downfalls.

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Indulge In Sadomasochism

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Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.

It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom, so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.

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Recently, I’ve been having this dream; maybe it’s a fantasy calling out for my attention, demanding to be fulfilled. Every night it’s the same. I’m someone’s wife, a pampered and spoiled princess who no longer has to work, who doesn’t have to do any chores or housework. No, in this fantasy, my only job is to please cock.

Not just any cock, though. My loving husband’s only one rule, and that is any cock I fuck has to be bigger than his. This is the dream of a slut wife.

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Turning Johnny Into a Foot Cuck

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The house party was in full swing, and the couches were packed full of people playing games and drinking. Johnny and I took a seat on the floor by the coffee table. I wiggled up into his lap, and he was playing with my hair when I noticed Molly had her feet on the table. Johnny gets so horny for stocking feet, and I wondered if he was getting excited seeing her little toes wiggle around as she laughed.

I look back at him and reached out for her left foot. My thumb dug up her arch, and Molly moaned. Her little toes splaying out inside her socks. “Molly, your feet are so tiny! What size are they?”  Under me, I could feel Johnny’s cock waking up.

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Under The Snow Moon

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Arm in arm, Anna and I trudged through the freshly fallen powder. Several feet of perfectly unique frozen flakes had drifted from the heavens for days on end, but not tonight. Under the bright light of the Snow Moon, nothing shifted. Only the sounds of our boots shuffling through the pure white layer, which was constantly swallowing up our feet as we moved, and the huff of condensation misting from our mouths could be heard.

The woods were eerily silent under the heavy moon. As if every creature and being were hiding from its exposure. Anna squeezed my elbow tight against her side as she looked up at the face of the moon staring back at us. “This one is powerful.” She turned her gaze on me, and my body trembled, not from fear or cold but from the excitement of the coming ritual.

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