By LilDean. “Did you know there’s a three-second rule for microwaving burritos?” I said, watching Kelya kick off her heels by the door. She didn’t laugh. That was my first clue that something was wrong. Kelya always laughed at my dumb microwave facts—even the one about how popcorn pops in reverse if you film it at 10,000 frames per second. Instead, she just dropped her bag on the floor like it weighed a thousand pounds and walked straight
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! Read Part TWO Here! Read Part THREE Here! ***** Part 4… “Uggh! F-Fuck me harder, Nigger!” The words punctuated the air as the slick black cock slammed further into the overstretched pussy in front of me. Tears streamed down anguished eyes from the searing pain of the carnal violation. Loud claps of cum-filled balls slapping forcibly against flesh mixed with further cries, “Give me that-Uggh-BIG-BLACK-COCK!!” My eyes were transfixed at the
Read moreBy LilDean. The whiskey in my glass catches the light from the hotel room’s bedside lamp, swirling amber like slow-moving traffic on Fifth Avenue. I don’t even like whiskey—prefer a crisp lager, really—but it feels like what a man who might be mayor should drink. The ice has melted into submission, diluting the burn just enough to pretend I enjoy it. “Tell me again,” I say, not looking up from my phone where the latest poll numbers glare
Read moreBy rjstclair. Andy Johnson exited his shower, the steam fogging the mirror in front of him. He removed his towel and wiped it away, revealing his fit, lean body. He combed his dark brown hair before shaving the growing stubble from his face. He looked himself over and felt satisfied; you could barely tell he was approaching 40. Dropping the towel into the hamper, he exited the bathroom into the bedroom he shared with his wife and
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! Read Part TWO Here! ***** Part 3… “Do I look okay?” Aria rechecked her reflection, smoothing the front of her red blouse even though it already fit her perfectly. I’d already told her twice that dinner at Jasmine’s was casual, just a home-cooked meal. Still, she kept tugging at the fabric the way people do when they’re more invested than they want to admit. It felt less like a dinner with
Read moreBy Luv4hotwives. My name is Mason. My girlfriend Haley and I were discussing our upcoming trip. “Why don’t we stay with my friend? We’d save a lot of money. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Haley suggested. My girlfriend was very frugal, so I wasn’t surprised at her suggestion, but I didn’t know who she was talking about. “Which friend?” “Oh, Noah. I’m sure I’ve mentioned him before. I’ve known him forever.” “Yeah, I’ve never met him before,
Read moreBy smallercuck. Emma’s son Daniel was upset about something. She asked him what was bothering him, but Daniel refused to tell her. The formerly jovial 18-year-old seemed to be in the throes of a deep depression. Emma worried about the teen’s new sullen attitude. When Daniel told her that he had quit the varsity basketball team, she was shocked. Her son loved basketball. Emma knew teenagers were prone to moodiness and that high school was filled with
Read moreBy Richard_Gilliam. [google-translator] I’m turning the big 4-0 and my wife, Rachel, is planning a party. She really had no choice but to tell me since the caterers needed to set up in advance. She told me it would be beyond anything I could imagine, which is high praise, but that was all she was going to say to me. I’m just an average Joe. In fact, my name is Joe. I am of average height, weight,
Read moreBy LOAAC. Read Part ONE Here! ***** Part 2… I woke up to the familiar sound of the shower running–the rhythmic patter of water against tile, punctuated by soft, muffled moans. The sheets beside me were cold, rumpled where Aria had been. The indentation in the mattress still held the warmth of her body, the faint scent of sex and sweat clinging to the fabric. I rolled onto my side, listening. The shower glass was fogged, but
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. [google-translator] “Richard, it’s time for the main course. After that, you can do whatever you want.” My wife pushed me down between her legs, the place I spent most of my time pleasing her. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining. Mary was tall, with a slender body, long-toned legs, and a lusty libido. I’m an unremarkable man whose best feature is a thick head of dark, wavy hair. Not much to go on if you’re a guy.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! Read Part 3 HERE! ***** Part 4… I’m left slumped in the armchair, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. The taste of my own cum clings to my throat, bitter and shameful, but it grounds me in this haze of submission, my tiny dick softening against my thigh, spent yet already stirring from the afterglow of her dominance. The living room feels too quiet now, the echo of
Read moreBy NothingStranger. [google-translator] Read Part ONE Here. Read Part TWO Here. ***** Part 3… I was almost at my limit. I didn’t want her to stop, but I knew the risk if I finished when I wasn’t supposed to. I was desperate, though, and the grip of her dainty fingers on my tiny little cock felt so incredible. I moaned into the gag. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! ***** Part 3… My tiny dick, barely softening, throbs in my loose grip, slick with the remnants of my earlier mess. I release it for a moment, slumping back in the armchair, the leather creaking under me. The house feels emptier than ever, silent except for the distant hum of the fridge. She’s out there, living her wild night, while I’m stuck here, chained to this chair
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! ***** Part 2… The minutes drag on like hours, my tiny dick throbbing in my fingers as I edge myself on the couch, the photo of her creampied pussy burned into my mind. The living room feels stifling, the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy in the air. I glance at the clock—half an hour since her last message. My phone sits silent beside me, mocking my wait, but deep
Read moreBy LilDean. The cracked screen of my phone lit up with Debbie’s name—same as always, just ‘Debbie,’ no heart emoji, no pet name. I hadn’t changed it since the breakup. My thumb hovered over the notification as the AC unit rattled, as if it were coughing up a lung. Her message was simple: ‘Hey Stranger 😜 How are you?’ Like we hadn’t spent six months tangled in each other’s beds, her teeth marks still faint on my shoulder.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] I’m alone in the house, a prisoner of my own insecurities and desires. The silence is broken by the familiar buzz of my phone, a sound that sends a jolt of anticipation through my body. I pick it up, my heart racing, knowing it’s her—my Sue—sending another tantalizing glimpse into her wild night out. The first picture appears on the screen, and my breath catches. She’s there, my beautiful, confident Sue, surrounded by laughter and
Read moreBy LOAAC. [google-translator] It’s hard to believe this adventure began 10 years ago. On our 2015 anniversary, I took my wife to one of our favourite restaurants for dinner. The summer sun was just starting to set over Vancouver, and the golden-hour light was twinkling off our mocktails. My wife, Aria, was wearing a beautiful floral dress that plunged enough to show some of her ample 36C cleavage and was tight enough to emphasize her hourglass figure
Read moreBy LID900. [google-translator] This is probably a ninety-plus percent true story I published on Literotica, but it was my first story. I made many mistakes and reshaped as much as I could. ***** It was a cold night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I, Danny, were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as
Read moreBy TakeItOrLeaveIt. [google-translator] Read Part One HERE ***** Part 2… I woke at just gone midnight, balls aching and the steel of the cock cage pinching against my shaft and cockhead. I clutched at the cage and pulled up, trying to relieve the pressure. I turned to Sarah, the key, threaded on a silver chain, hung between her breasts. I thought to wake her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the whistle of her breath
Read moreBy TakeItOrLeaveIt. [google-translator] ‘You said you wanted to fix this, fix us.’ There had been tears, tears leading up to this moment. But this was something different. Now, Sarah looked resolute. Now, Sarah looked unshakeable. Now, Sarah appeared righteous in her determination. ‘I do, I do want to fix this,’ I said, and god did I mean it. Cos, in the end, whatever else, I’d done this, this was my fault, I’d done this to us, and
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