Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was dating an educated professional. Little did he know, he was just the flavor of the week. He was smart, successful, he had everything going for him. But Miss Anna absolutely hated him. She couldn’t stand him. And the more she avoided him and treated him like the dirt, the more he would pursue her, insisting of his likeness to her.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I like a little spice, a little mystery, you know? But the guy I just moved in with seems to be settling into this domestic bliss routine, and I’m starting to get a little bored. So, I decided to inject a little excitement into our lives, a little spark. Nothing too drastic, of course. Just enough to keep him on his toes, enough to make him wonder if he’s losing his mind. And what better way to do that than with a little harmless flirting with his best friend?
It all started innocently enough. Just a lingering glance here, a suggestive text there. Nothing he could really point to, nothing that would obviously raise red flags. But it was enough to stir the pot, to plant a tiny seed of doubt in his mind. He started asking questions, subtle at first. “Did you hear from Mark today?” “Did you guys have a good time at the game?” I’d just smile and shrug, playing the doting girlfriend. Letting him stew in his own confusion was all part of the plan.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.
I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.
Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.
Every time I looked toward him—blindfold askew, Continue reading “He Loaned Me Out to His Friends”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I was riding high after a night out with the girls, my tight little dress hugging my curves in all the right places. My boyfriend was waiting up when I got home, “Where have you been?” he asked, eyeing my outfit with a mix of lust and jealousy. I just smiled coyly as I sauntered past, making sure to put an extra sway in my hips.
“You know I had my monthly girls night,” I purred, “But tonight was extra special. Meet my new friend Stefan.”
Behind me, Stefan strode in, his shirt straining over his muscular chest. My boyfriend’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Stefan wrapped an arm around my waist possessively, pulling me into his side.
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
I leaned in close to you, my lips brushing against your ear as I whispered, “You know, I’ve been looking around, and there’s this hot guy over there. He’s got a body that won’t quit, and I think he’s been checking me out all night.” I felt your body tense up, and I knew you were already getting hard.
You swallowed hard, “Mercedes, are you sure about this? I mean, we’re at a party, and everyone is watching.”
I laughed softly, “That’s the point, isn’t it? The thrill of being watched, the excitement of doing something so naughty. Besides, I want to see how much you can take. I want to see if you can handle watching me suck his cock.” Continue reading “Party Time Cuckold”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’ve always considered myself open-minded, a bit of a “yes” woman when it comes to experiences. But Tuesday? Tuesday redefined my definition of “experience.” It all started innocently enough. A friend, we’ll call him “Dave” (because, well, that’s his name), casually dropped the most bizarre question I’ve heard in a while. “Hey, Cory,” he said, nervously, “Do you know anyone who would come over and, uh, fuck you while I watch?”
My brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds. Was this some kind of elaborate prank? An intervention disguised as a weird request? Nope. Dave was serious. Now, I’m not one to shy away from the unconventional. Life’s too short to be vanilla, right? So, after confirming that Dave wasn’t under the influence of anything stronger than herbal tea, I decided, “Why the heck not?”
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of cuckolding my boyfriend, watching him squirm as I get stuffed by a stud who’s the complete opposite of his little boring prick.
Let me tell you, there’s a major difference between the toy-sized cock he’s packing and the real deal. When I wrap my lips around a thick, veiny BBC, I can practically taste the superiority. And when it slides into my tight pussy, it’s like a whole new world of pleasure opens up.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Aww, look who it is! My cute little sissycuck, all dolled up in mommy’s panties, ready to service this pussy. Isn’t that just precious?
Listen sweetie, I know you love getting teased and humiliated, and lucky for you, I’m more than happy to oblige. I mean, who else is gonna put up with a pathetic little bitch boy like you? Certainly not a real woman! No, they’d see right through your sissy act. But not me. I can appreciate a good cuck when I see one.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My idiot ex stumbled back into the chair across from my bed.
“Oh, that’s a perfect place for you to watch,” I smiled at him as Andre came around and put his hands on my waist, nuzzling his face into my neck. I pressed back into him and could feel how hard he was through his jeans. This is going to be so much fun, I thought to myself.
“Diana, I, I thought that you and I were,” my ex stammered.
“Oh, you thought you were going to do what Andre is about to do to me? Silly man. You could never fill me up the way he does. Tonight you’re going to watch and see how a real man makes me cum,” I smirked at him. All the while, Andre is running his hands all over my body, pinching my nipples through the dress and smacking my ass.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
He thought when I invited him over for dinner that I was giving him another chance. That we were getting back together. But tonight, he was going to be my cuckold. He deserves to watch me experience true, exquisite pleasure; the kind he was never able to provide. He is going to look in my eyes and see what it looks like when I cum over and over again.
“Hey, why is there another car in your driveway,” he asked as he stepped inside.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I cooed at him. “Come, let’s eat and catch up.” He smiled and stepped inside. I was wearing a skintight pink bodycon dress. It clung to my tits and ass like paint and the color made my eyes look even more devilish than usual.
He licked his lips and sauntered into the dining room. I made sure I refilled his wine glass often, so that he was feeling extra loose and horny. “Are you ready for some dessert,” I asked him? He nodded and I led him down the hall to my bedroom.