Kitty the Whore [Mf] [Mdom] [Slave] [Whore]

**Kitty the Whore**

There was a soft tone as the seat belt light flicked off on the plane. Meghan unbuckled hers as she stretched, looking over at the other travelers getting off in Chicago. They slowly began to queue up to leave the plane, giving Meghan room to stand and grab the only bag she was allowed to bring.

She slung it over her shoulder and slowly walked off the plane herself. Meghan was dressed in black yoga pants and a tight athletic shirt, and had caught more than one guy staring at her ass, which made her smile. She always enjoyed being looked at. She had long wavy brown hair with brown eyes – though she often wished they were blue.

Meghan made her way out of O’Hare, following the signs to the exit. As she stepped out onto the street, the cool fall air made her shiver. She quickly hailed a cab, and hopped in.

“125 W Jackson, please,” she said, feeling herself tremble slightly with excitement.

Queen Of Midnight Book 1

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The Addams Family Chronicles Ch2 [Public][Mast][Taboo][VOY]

Namelessredditor87 and ElizaFlame

Chapter 2

A Grand Idea  

           Morning dawned grim and gray and the Addams clan stirred slowly from its fitful slumber. Gomez was up with the sun, and he slipped out of bed and into his long robe silently, while the rest of the family was still waking. He pushed open the glass door that led to the adjacent balcony, stepped out, and surveyed the grounds.

           From this vantage point, he could see across the whole expanse of the property. The sprawling ancestral cemetery, the putrid swampland rife with quicksand and dead trees, the treacherous ravine, the acres and acres of wasted earth, choked with rocks and weeds. He took a deep breath of thick, fetid air and sighed contentedly. He heard the faint pop of knuckles cracking at his side and felt a soft tug on the cuff of his silk pajama bottoms. Looking down he saw the family’s faithful hand Thing, perched on its fingertips by his slippered foot. “Good morning old man.”

A Birthday To Remember [M/F] [Cheating]

I watched Charles shuffle into the kitchen and take his seat at the table, picking up the morning newspaper and open it to the sports section.  I came behind him, reaching over to put his breakfast of toast and coffee in front of him although I knew he did not like me to get in the way of him and his sports section.  

“Beth, you know I do not like you doing that,” he said glaring at me before turning back to the newspaper.

*Man, he sure has been grumpy the past few days.  Hope I am not that way when I turn forty in two years.  He is acting like his life is about to end or something,* I thought to myself.  “Charles, is something wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong.  Whatever gave you that idea?” he asked as he folded the newspaper and laid it beside him on the table.

“Well…you have been a bit grumpy lately,”

“Just wait until you turn forty and see how grumpy you are,” Charles told me, saying exactly what I was thinking was wrong.

The Story of Cunt II: Day One

**Author’s note: Some of you may remember the original TSOC that was released a while back. You can find it in my profile. I had no plans to do a sequel or write anything else like this basically, but I got inspired by some research and well, here we are!**

It had been so long since she had been here. So much had changed. For one thing, she had finally stopped lying to herself. After her last session with the mistress, she had finally stopped lying to herself and gone in for gender reassignment. It also happened to be around this time that the pill that acted as a fetish for her during that fateful week was finally perfected, allowing her to finally become who she had always wanted, functioning genitals and all.

She stood at the door for a moment, in her crop top and short denim shorts, unsure if she was ready to go in. It had been quite a while, but what she had gone through was something that she could never forget. Did Mistress feel the same? Would she even remember her? How many people go through these doors every day? Surely her time as Cunt was just a transaction, nothing more. She knew that she had to leave her own head if she was to go in there.

Formal Night Fuckery

It was my third night on Royal Caribbeans Oasis Of The Sea, it was late in the evening around eleven. That evening had been formal night, the guests dressed thier best and ate fancier food than normal. It was a warm night with no clouds in the sky. The moon was bright and full over the caribbean.

My lady aquantence had long gone to bed after drinking too much. I threw on my wireless ear buds and decided to roam the boat. I checked out the comedy clubs, got a few more drinks, and saw some trivia. I people watched as I typically do on a cruise Eventually I needed to get some air up on the top deck.

A movie was playing on the Lido deck, it was loud and busy so I avoided that area. I made myself up top to the adult section of the boat. The area was two levels and was in the front of the ship. The bars and sunbathers were long gone and few people remained. During the day it was packed full, tonight was empty.

Meeting the principal (mm)

So I’m a lean handsome 28 year old who shouldn’t have any trouble exploring my bi side, unfortunately I live in the middle of nowhere so even my most desperate times on Grindr don’t offer up much.

Which brings us to the story of how i met my boss on Grindr. Now I knew my boss was gay but he’s also married and I just never imagined him cheating. He’s a real tall twink with a bit of a nerdy vibe.

So anyways I’m at work on one of those staff development days with no students around. Mostly the day was to finish up grades before report cards came out but I was ahead of the curve and had nothing to do really. So I downloaded Grindr.

Almost immediately I get a message. Its a pic of a huge photogenic tool. It’s cut and perfectly shaved. Just mouth watering.

So of course I return the favor and send my own cock pic. My cock is slightly smaller than the monster this guy had but still 7 inches cut.

Hearing my bestfriend get her guts arranged in the same room.

My best friend used to introduce me to everyone. I met Matt and Travis one night with her. I met him through my at the time best friend and his best friend. My best friend and I were at my house drinking by ourselves and having a fire.

“We should invite some people to come hangout!” She (well call her Emma) suggested.

“Im down, but who?” I responded. It was already pretty late in the night, and many of the people who were talking to me had already been in bed.

“Well my friend Travis is with Matt and theyre just cruising around,” she said, and I told her why not! I had never met them, but i knew of them and had heard a lot about them.

They showed up about 10 minutes after we learned they were coming. Emma and I had been drinking Reds, and they had brought some more. They introduced themselves to us, and we made a little small talk. Matt was casually checking me out, while Travis was close to emma.

They went back to their car to get more beer and emma came up to me.

[Request] weight loss & new attitude

Re-post of my original post in [/r/cuckoldstories](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories/). Story I’m looking for doesn’t have to be specifically cuck or humiliation related.

Looking for stories you may know, or maybe a custom story, about chubby / plus size wife having dramatic weight loss, & with a new look, suddenly feeling more confident, & is getting a lot more attention than she’s ever been used to. Definitely looking for some flirting going on, maybe she thinks it’s all harmless.

If interested in more specific details, LMK!

[MF][FF][Exhibitionist] Tease of a Neighbor Part 2

A bell above the door rang as Rebecca and James entered a bar near their apartments. It was a brightly lit, yet still scummy looking establishment where the smell of smoke and ash permeated the tables and chairs. It was nearly empty, with only a handful of people mingling at the bar and a group of 4 or 5 in a booth by the entrance.

Eyeing an empty booth, James took Rebecca’s hand and led her there. Their far corner of the bar was quiet, with the other patrons clustered around the bartender or accosting the waitress.

The old red leather seats squished under their weight, pushing out the dingey yellow foam contained within them. James didn’t notice. Instead, his focus was on Rebecca.

After winning their bet earlier where the loser had to whatever the winner said for the rest day, which he had decided would be a date. Plus, he couldn’t pass up the chance to dress his slave-for-a-day up. He forced her to wear a pair of tight white booty shorts, a size too small black t-shirt, no bra, and bold nerdy glasses with the lenses popped out since she always wore contacts.