By SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part One Here Read Part TWO Here ***** Part 3… A week dragged by in a haze of frustration and shame, my balls still aching from Tina’s nails, that weak dribble of cum haunting my every jerk-off attempt. None of them satisfying, just edging me closer to madness without release. Mom finally cornered me one afternoon, her voice firm as she handed me the keys to her old car. “Luke is out of town
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] The afternoon sun beat down on the street, the air thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass and motor oil. Timmy, walking beside the Brown’s house, noticed their garage door was open, and he could see a pile of dirty clothes sitting near the laundry that they had in there. Now, Timmy had the hots for Mrs. Brown. She was a total MILF, her caramel black skin and big curvy body always turned him on.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] The office break room buzzed with the usual midday chatter, guys from the sales team swapping stories about weekend hookups and bar conquests. I was 25, fresh into the corporate grind, and dying to fit in. When the conversation turned to bedroom boasts, I couldn’t resist jumping in. “Man, I’ve got nothing to complain about there,” I said, puffing out my chest like it meant something. “The ladies just love my big package.” It was
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] “That squeaky hinge,” Brooke groaned, tossing her towel onto a plastic chair. “Seriously, Matis? Oil that thing already.” She ran fingers through her buzzed green hair, grinning as the metal gate screeched again behind Kimmy. I tried focusing on the lemonade pitcher sweating onto the patio table. Really tried. But Brooke’s bare feet fascinated me—long toes with chipped turquoise polish, the high arches flexing against sun-warmed concrete as she stretched her lean frame. Her neon-green
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Timmy Little clutched the slab of beer tightly in his hands as he knocked on the door of the upscale apartment, his heart pounding from the unfamiliar neighborhood. He was just the delivery guy for Susan Yeates’s bachelorette party, a quick drop-off job to earn some extra cash. The door swung open, revealing a room packed with giggling women in tight dresses and heels, the air thick with perfume and the sharp tang of dicktails.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Greg wiped the sweat from his brow as he shuffled to the front door, his oversized bathrobe hanging loosely over his obese frame. The doorbell’s chime always made his heart race a little, especially lately. It was delivery day, and that meant seeing Wayne again. The young black man had been dropping off Greg’s groceries for months now, but over the past few weeks, Greg couldn’t shake the feeling that Wayne’s eyes lingered too long
Read moreBy oggbert77. [google-translator] Read Part 1: The Ruler. Read Part 2: The Shave. Read Part 3: The Bow. Read Part 4: The Lesson 1 Read Part 5: The Lesson 2 ***** Part 6: My New Life… Life has been a whirlwind since that humiliating day with Mallie and Sophia. As promised, they truly did teach me a lesson I could never forget. That crazy evening with them has forever altered the trajectory of my life. The entire friend
Read moreBy SPHcbtCuckold. [google-translator] The humiliation, embarrassment, and pain were too much to handle. My beautiful BBW wife of 1 year was curled up next to me on the bed, trying to soothe me. My tears were running down my face and streaking through dried-up cum and onto her perfectly tanned breasts while she told me that this was for the best. In time, she said, “You will understand why my useless little balls had to go. It’s not
Read moreBy Nslait. [google-translator] Julia put the finishing touches on her ad for her ‘bitch boy.’ She relished the thought of total control over her docile little man. Julia was 29 years old, 6 feet 1, very slender, and very British. Her gray eyes were too close together, her nose was long, her mouth was small, and her lips were too thin. In other words, her face was plain and unattractive. Julia wore a lot of makeup over her
Read moreBy oggbert77. [google-translator] Read Part 1: The Ruler. Read Part 2: The Shave. Read Part 3: The Bow. Read Part 4: The Lesson 1 ***** Part 5: The Lesson 2… Oops. As the unbearable pleasure of my premature orgasm faded, my two fingers fell softly from my short shaft onto my lap, and my senses began to return to the room slowly. The first thing I noticed was the roar of laughter in my ears, which prompted me
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. [google-translator] I didn’t plan on it, but my girlfriend, Karen, met my mother a few weeks ago. Nothing is worse than being forced to look at photos from your childhood with your girlfriend and your mother. It was torture, and after the evening was over, Karen’s attitude toward me had turned. In fact, I didn’t hear from her again. I know why, it was the goddamned nude pictures of me. Hell, I was only seven at
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here Read Part 3 Here Read Part 4 Here Read Part 5 Here ***** Part 6… It clicked then, cold and absolute. The barista yesterday, handing me my coffee – her quick glance downwards, the suppressed twitch of her lips. The neighbor watering her roses, turning away abruptly as I passed, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Even Mrs. Gable from the library, adjusting her glasses, her gaze lingering
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here Read Part 3 Here Read Part 4 Here ***** Part 5… After the humiliating experience with Christy, I spent a lot of time jerking off, reading the group chat, with the girls never running out of jokes about my little exploits and pushing me to admit I actually enjoyed it. Chloe and Sandra loved teasing me by pretending they were about to tell Jodie—my little sister and
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here Read Part 3 Here ***** Part 4… After Page’s yoga class, my little secret was now known by eight different people: Betty, my best friend, who had started all this and orchestrated every step of my exposure. First came the video call with our friends Kyoko, Page, and Christy, where she made it clear they already knew. Then came the tattoo—“Tiny” above my babydick—done by Kyoko and
Read moreBy Full_Description_441. [google-translator] I have developed a kink in being humiliated for my size. I’m now twenty-two years old. For context, I’m 6’1″ (188 cm) and have a 3-inch hard dick (Gold Member) and 1-inch soft. After being humiliated in the past, I decided to get into some SPH. I searched a couple of local sites and found nothing good. I then came across this great site. It had ones with video chats. I scheduled an appointment and
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here ***** Part 3… After Kyoko tattooed the word “Tiny” just above my babydick, Betty, my best friend, added Chloe to the group chat, along with Kyoko, Page, Christy, and herself. Chloe, my little sister Jodie’s best friend, was now in on the secret. She had managed to make me cum simply by holding my cock between two of her fingers, and I couldn’t help but wonder what
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… After sharing the truth with our friends (Christy, Page, and Kyoko), Betty told me they would help me find my place in this world, ensuring I could fully connect with reality regarding my sissy antics. She held my babydick between her toes as she explained it, knowing perfectly well I wouldn’t say no. I remembered Kyoko’s grin, Page’s giggle, and Christy’s soft sigh as I rubbed my dicklette
Read moreBy newchapter2789. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here ***** Chapter 3 Many days had passed in the rural Vorbild Refuge before Prince Weber was truly healed of his poisoning. He was now back at the peak of his strength, although that was almost as unimpressive as his physique. The little royal had lost any insolence of the day he came to be in Cari’s care. Still, his new temperament proved to be a completely different sort of task. Where
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] Betty tossed another pillow at my head. Missed by a mile. “He kept calling me princess,” she groaned, flopping onto my bed. “Like some medieval romance reject.” I watched dust dance in the afternoon light, slicing through my blinds. Her voice always filled the room differently than anyone else’s—like a radio tuned perfectly to a station playing songs only we knew. “He actually wore chainmail?” I asked, tossing the pillow back. It landed softly near
Read moreBy Dannyeight. [google-translator] When I was nineteen and in my last year of sixth form, I dated a pretty, blue-eyed blonde called Claire Carson who was super cute and, I knew, definitely well out of my league. We had been friends for a long time, and I felt that I could trust her, so when she started making advances on me in the back of my Ford Fiesta, I cautiously reciprocated. We were soon snogging fervently, our hands
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