By RandyKneeling. Ours started as many cuckold relationships do. It had been close to a year since my longtime girlfriend, Alexandra, and I first talked about her fucking someone else, but only three weeks ago that it got real. All those months we teased each other with the idea, fueling our passion with the fantasy of another man. It was my fantasy at first, and she had to drag it out of me. I was so afraid she’d be disgusted
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Johnathan, a tall, muscular man with short dark hair and piercing blue eyes, was known for his dominant personality and sharp tongue. At 30, he had the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to say it. One day, his eyes fell on Trevor, a lanky 25-year-old with soft features, at the gym. The man was soft-spoken, almost gentle. He decided to shoot his shot and invited the man to
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. 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 a
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The fluorescent lighting buzzed faintly above as Ryan stepped into the small meeting room, the door clicking shut behind him like a seal of quiet judgment. The air was cool — too cool, brushing lightly against the thin fabric of his green polo. He tugged it down self-consciously, his fingers grazing the curve of his belt buckle, then looked around. The chairs were set in a semi-circle, facing a small folding table with a projector sitting
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Amy pushed open the door to the tiny ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind her in the cramped space. The restaurant’s Mom-and-Pop vibe meant no frills: just a sink, a mirror, and the toilet squeezed against the wall. She locked the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she hiked it higher. Her fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong, yanking it aside to expose her shaved pussy. She lowered herself onto
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The hot water from the shower had barely rinsed off the chlorine when I stepped out, the steam still clinging to the tiled walls of the empty changing room. It was late, the pool was nearly closed, and the place felt deserted. I glanced around, but no one was in sight. For once, I didn’t bother wrapping the towel around my waist. Why hide? My heart gave a little flutter of relief as I stood there,
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The dinner at my new girlfriend’s old house had hit me hard. My stomach churned like a storm, and I bolted for the bathroom upstairs, the creaky wooden floors groaning under my 245 pounds. The place was a relic—peeling wallpaper, a tub that looked as if it hadn’t been scrubbed since the 1970s. I slammed the door and twisted the lock, but it felt loose, like it might give way with a strong push. No time
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. 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 on
Read moreBy LucyBottoms. My name is Percy, Percy B. White, and this is my story of dating in the BNWO. It’s not easy dating since our Black Masters took control, no sir. But today I was so excited — I had a date with my best girl, Staci! Well, not really my girl. Technically, she wore the brand of her pimp and was classified as Whore, Second Class. But I sure liked that sweet girl. I was one of
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here! ***** Part 3… When the doorbell rang, Brooke jumped up to let them in, betraying an excitement I hadn’t noticed during our preparations. “Welcome! Hi Allie and Timothy, so glad you could make it. Please, come in. Allie, I have nice crisp Sauvignon Blanc chilled – I’d love to share some with you if it’s not too early.” “Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” she quipped. Allie put
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