Dirty Business: Chapter 2 (original work by Kevin Josin) [Cheating] [MF] [Masto]

The next day, Mark left for work as usual. He kissed Natalie and bade her goodbye while she was packing for a camping trip with her friends.

Natalie used to spend a long time when preparing for a camping trip or any other trip. She used to make a long checklist of things she need, things she might need, and even things she might not need, and she made sure everything on the list was ticked.

She was obsessed with details; she had been like that since she started to feel her marriage became somewhat tedious and routinary. It could be kind of a psychological defense, you know, as she always tried to occupy her mind with details whenever she felt bored or frustrated until it became a habit.

She also didn’t have a job or any kind of work to do. Well, she didn’t need to work because she was her father’s only daughter, so he gave her as much money as she wanted. She spent most of her time with her friends since she didn’t have kids, and when she was home, she binge watched her favorite series.

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Dirty Business: Chapter 1 (original work by Kevin Josin) [Cheating] [MF]

After that lustful slutty sex he had in the whorehouse, he headed home directly. Even though he was sexually satisfied, he was somewhat exasperated because of the little argument he had with the hooker.

Mark Ashton, a man in his early 30s, was the kind of cocky person, who didn’t care for other people’s feelings or opinions. He was handsome, rich and married to a beautiful woman, what more could he look for?

His wife’s father owned a small firm in the downtown area of Malia, and Mark worked as a CEO for that firm. Therefore, he treated people based on how much money they had, and he looked down on everyone with lesser fortune and status than his.

When he arrived home, his wife, Natalie, was making dinner. Natalie was a beautiful woman in her mid-30s. She wasn’t very attractive physically if measured by size, but her face was beautiful and she had an alluring personality.

They have been married for 5 years, and they didn’t have kids yet. It’s not that they didn’t want to, but Natalie had a medical situation; she had to remove her uterus surgically because of a large fibroid.

Dirty Business [Cheating]

Hello everyone,

I was wondering how many people might be interested in reading a full short story of 10k+ words. My story “Dirty Business” revolves around a cheating husband, mixing elements of several fetishes and preferences. The story is 7 chapters long, and it is mainly sexual and very descriptive. Tell me if you’d like to read such thing, and here’s the prologue:

The small room in the brothel was poorly lit, and the smell of cigarette and sex filled the place. The whole atmosphere was very intense for an onlooker, yet it was very relaxing and pleasurable for everyone, who was having the time of their life there.

“Just hit it” brothel was one of his most favorite places to go to when he had some free time. He had been fucking the hell out of that whore for 15 minutes now.

“Oh, yeah bitch, my cock is so big for your pussy, isn’t it?” he was panting.

She moaned and giggled.

“Was that funny bitch? Don’t you like my cock inside you?” he groaned as he began thrusting faster.

Just a quirky masturbation story [F] [mast]

I search my handbag for my keys, but I can’t find them; maybe because I’m half drunk. My head feels light, and I think I’m laughing. So, I search under the flowerpots in my front garden to find my spare key.

I open the door and throw my handbag on the sofa. I’m feeling tired but at the same time, I’m feeling excited to do something. Actually, I don’t know what to do or how I’m feeling exactly; I’m totally confused.

After few minutes of staring and thinking, I decide to take a nap to clear my mind. I take off my shirt and my pants, and I lie on the bed in panties and bra.

I try to sleep, but I can’t, so I take my phone from the nightstand beside the bed and I go through social media. Few minutes of scrolling and searching and I finally find myself checking out hot models’ pics on Instagram as usual.

I became obsessed with Instagram models since my boyfriend, George, left a week ago. We are used to having sex nearly every day, so this week was a bit of a struggle for me.

Untitled [MF]

After that lustful slutty sex he had, he headed home directly, and even though he was sexually satisfied, he was somewhat exasperated because of the little argument he had with the hooker.

Martin Ashton, a tall, handsome man in his early 30s, was kind of a cocky guy, who didn’t care for other people’s feelings or opinions. He was handsome, rich and married to a beautiful woman, what more could he look for?

He treated people based on how much money they had, and he looked down on everyone with lesser fortune and status than his.

His wife’s father owned a small accounting firm in the downtown area of Malia, and Martin worked as a CEO for that firm.

When he arrived home, his wife, Natalie, was making dinner.

Natalie was a beautiful woman in her late 30s. She wasn’t very attractive physically, but her face was beautiful and she had an alluring personality.

They have been married for 5 years, and they didn’t have kids yet. It’s not that they didn’t want to, but Natalie had a special situation; she had to remove her uterus surgically because of a large fibroid.

Quarantine Wonders [MF] [M] [Voyeurism]

Many of y’all know we’re supposed to stay at home during this quarantine, and that’s exactly what I’m doing now. However, it’s not that much of fun to spend your whole day at home without meeting friends, going to the gym or even going to work.

First three days were ok with me; I spent most of the time chilling in the house, watching Netflix, and on social media scrolling Facebook memes and sexy Instagram models pics.

I’m not an introverted guy, but I don’t talk much to my neighbors as I usually spend most of my time at work, besides I always change houses due to the nature of my job.

Day four, I decided to chill out on the balcony of my house, where I’m used to get some fun spying on people and watching sexy girls passing by while I have a drink or smoke a cigarette, and if I’m blessed I might get to watch my MILF neighbor.

I don’t know why, but I started to enjoy this whole spying thing gradually since I moved to this apartment. I’d light a cigarette, have a beer, drink a cup of coffee or even just set there and observe everything my eyes could reach.

The Ultimate Pleasure [MF] [Slut]

My name is Jessie, I am 25 years old and I work as a bank accountant in a bank in the southwest of US. I originally come from Texas, but I lived my whole life in Arizona.

I am with my boyfriend for half a year now. He is a great guy; he respects me and loves me. He is also so good in bed, and we always had good sex.

Lately, anyway, I felt unsatisfied; I was horny all the time and always wanted more. Despite he was so good, he could not give me what I wanted, but I knew we could handle this situation.

I would wake up in the morning, “Oh John! Aaaah! Yeah, fuck me harder,” screaming and moaning loudly. “Yes, I can take you. I can take your big dick in my juicy cunt,” imagining him fucking me so hard like we never fucked before.

We had a sincere conversation about that yesterday. “Baby, don’t you wanna play today?” I said with a seductive tone. “What do you mean by that? We just had a hard fuck yesterday!” he replied rather surprised.

Intimate Memories [MF]

I still have memories of my birthday week I had with my girlfriend last summer. I wasn’t really a fan of such things, but I liked to spend some time with no worries, no problems and no stress, just me and my girl living our love in each other’s arms.

We were dating for like six months before we moved together to my place. She was really my dream girl because of everything; everything about her was so special, her face, her hair, her body and her charming personality.

Back to what happened that week, it seemed like she had already planned to make it very special and comfortable for me in every possible way, even from the start of the day.

Sunday morning, the first day, is the most memorable day for me. It was warm and sunny outside. I woke up with breakfast in my bed and her in my arms. We kissed and snugged each other, and then we had our breakfast.

She made us our usual, yet most delicious breakfast because we fed each other by hand, and we kissed and cuddled the whole time through the meal.

Memories of My Perfect Girlfriend part 1 [MF] [Quikie]

I still have memories of my birthday week I had with my girlfriend last summer. It was really cool, no worries, no problems and no stress, just me and my girl living our love in each other’s arms.

We were dating for like six months before we moved together to my place. She was really my dream girl because of everything; everything about her was so special, her face, her hair, her body and her charming personality.

We broke up over some silly problems and fights let alone my increasingly bad temper, which turned out to be because of something called “anxiety disorder” I was diagnosed with two weeks ago.

I know it’s done now, and I can do nothing about it, but I still miss her so much and I think I didn’t get over her yet. My life is now full of solitude after her; maybe that’s why I need to tell this story.

Back to what happened that week, it seemed like she had already planned to make it very special and comfortable for me in every possible way, even from the start of the day.

A Special Gift for a Special Guest [MF] [BDSM] [Rape]

Even though it was a usual hotel like thousands of other hotels in the US, Aquamarine hotel was very famous because of the strange things that happen in its rooms every month. Hotel staff used to surprise guests with gifts, parties, and even hookers, if the guest was ok with that, in their rooms.

One month, guests found something strange in their food like a plastic worm, a snail, and even a wedding ring, and a month before some guests found condoms and dildos beside a card with “in case you needed them” on it.

“Hey Joe. How is it going?” She asked. “Hey Lucy. How are you?” He replied. “I’m good. Is my room ready?” She asked. “Yes, it is, as usual. Here’s your keys,” he replied. “Thanks Joe,” she left.

Lucy was a regular customer of the hotel. The hotel staff knew her well because she used to book a stay in this hotel three to four times a month for the past two years. Yet, nobody knew what she did in life or why she used to stay in the hotel.