This is a Follow on of my previous story “Things May Have Changed For Good” it acts as a stepping stone for a further story arc that i’m working on, and is a next day reaction and then a mischevious proposition from the dominant couple. I hope you Enjoy it, as always, feedback is essential so i would appreciate some ?
Author: Talesoffantasy
Things May Have Changed For Good – Part 2 [Cuckold] [FFMM] [Dominant Female] [Mind Games] [Big Cock]
This is Part 2 of this fictional story, please enjoy. I would love some feedback. ?
“Don’t you fucking dare cum” Jenny hissed at me, almost reading my mind, she stopped rubbing me, she must have felt It, I wanted to cum so bad from the constant rubbing but It was snatched away from me as I tried to buck my hips towards her resting fingers. “Look at this” she proclaimed “he loves It just as much, ok maybe not as much as you two, but he does love this! He just nearly came to his wife Cumming all over another mans huge cock!” She laughed
“Look I’m gunna take this out of your mouth, but before you say anything I want you to look at what IT Is, and just know, If you protest, or get angry and start causing an argument, It goes straight back In! Understand?” She looked me right In the eyes. ‘Finally, I can reason with them, I can try and talk my wife around, finally I can speak!’ I nodded In fake agreement. “Ok then, but remember what I said” She leaned forward and pulled the material from my mouth, It was white and soaked with spit. She opened up the material, and I realised what had been In my mouth this entire time, It was the boxers Robert had taken off earlier. They were Inside out and soaked In the crotch area, I presumed, from my mouth and not the water spillage earlier that evening. I sat silently, I wanted to speak out, I wanted to stop this, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t take those boxers going Into my mouth again, I couldn’t have his crotch against my tongue any longer.
Things May Have Changed For Good – Part 1 [Cuckolding] [FFMM] [Mind games] [Dominant woman] [Big Cock]
This is a fictional story about 2 couples and is the begining of a dramatic dynamic change in the group. I hope you enjoy it and i would absolutely love some feedback ?
“Are you nearly ready? come on” she shouted from the bathroom her voice prickled with frustration
“I don’t know about this baby, you know we’re guna be stuck with Jenny and Robert all night, she’s alright but he’s always being an asshole to me telling me about all the money he’s making, he treats me like a kid and I cant say anything because she’s your boss” I shouted back as I fastened my tie In the hotel mirror.
“Ohh stop worrying baby” she said sauntering Into the room, she walked over and hugged me, we both looked In the mirror “I know Robert can be an asshole baby but he’s just proud of what he’s achieved, I know he’s arrogant about It but he’s just trying to make conversation, and his wife Is my boss and a good friend” she paused, “listen, we can go down, see Jenny get her award, have a couple of drinks and come back up” she said reassuring me, “anyway, we don’t want to waste looking this good” she smirked
A New Triangle Emerges [FM] [Cheating] [Revenge] [Friend] [Lingerie] [Oral] [Vaginal] [Female Perspective]
A Story about a jilted girlfriend, who trys to make herself feel better until someone guarantees she feels better. Told from the female P.O.V
Im new to this so any feedback is welcome. Thank you. Enjoy
“Fuck you Freddy” my voice cracked into crying as I fumbled to end the call.
Freddy is my…. WAS my boyfriend, we had been together for coming up 3 years, I thought we were perfect for each other. He was tall and handsome, he had a good sized cock and he worked out so much he looked like he was chiselled out of stone, Freddy was kind and caring, for the most part, but he could be a bit of an asshole to me and his friends sometimes, but who cant?
“Fuck him, fucking asshole” I told myself as I got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the cupboard and took out a highball glass, it clinked on the black stone worktop as I placed it down and opened the refrigerator. The vodka bottle was ice cold as my soft hand lifted it from the door and poured a generous amount into the glass. I topped it up with Coke and put the bottle back.
Discovery At The Club – Part 2 [FMM] [Coerced] [Bi] [First Post]
This is the second half of this story, i hope you enjoy it, again, please leave some feedback, i appreciate it. Thank you.
“Well, get on your knees and crawl to her, bitch” Alex commanded
My body shaking from a mixture of the nerves and the cold, I felt helpless, I knew what I was about to do, I was about to follow their rules, play their game, and the shame of that weakness washed over me. I began to bend the knee and prepared to crawl over to my sultry commander for the night on her throne of porcelain.
“Ah ah ah, wait” Jill crooned, her smile lit up by the light of the cubicle
I thought she was coming to her senses, she’d had her fun with me, she was going to cut me loose and spend the night with her rich, hunky husband, I was almost gleeful inside.
“Put these on first” she laughed a sinister laugh as she threw something at my chest, I knew what it was the moment it lightly brushed my chest and drifted to the floor, my glee was short lived, my embarrassment flooded back, ‘Damn, I was right’ I thought as I looked down and saw it on the floor at my feet, Jill’s red thong.
Discovery At The Club – Part 1 [FMM] [Coerced] [Bi] [First Post]
This is a fictional story, about a chance encounter, its a nice burner, and heats up throughout. I hope you enjoy it, with it being my first story i would really appreciate some feedback. Thank you, Enjoy.
I had seen her before, at the bar, ordering a drink, flirting with the bar tender, she looked beautiful under the orange and yellow lighting of the club, even with the dishevelled look she was sporting. Her hair was blonde with streaks of her dark roots showing through, her make up, I could tell, at the beginning of the night had been perfect, but since then had been retouched, her lips were vibrant red and her eyes dark with eyeliner, it was hard to tell how tall she actually was, but in the heels she was wearing she matched my height of 5ft 10, her short black dress clinged tightly to her hips and peachy ass, flowing up towards her perky tits, her nipples poking through to betray any secret of her not wearing a bra. She was a beauty, but she gave off a vibe of danger, unpredictability.
“You got a problem fucker?” The voice was feminine and sultry, but powerful!