Forced to Watch – Part 2 [Long][FMM][40-50s][cuckold][bi][blackmail][cheat][cons nc][Fdom][light humil][creampie][cum eating][NSFW]

Please see part 1 before reading.

She turned to look at Mike again, “Mike, I’m not a swallower, Jeff knows that, but I thought for a minute I would make you my first. Your cum tasted sweet and salty. I was intrigued, and as horny as I am, I would do just about anything you want. But, I saw a better option. I’m glad you gave me the idea with your ‘clean up’ speech.”

She leaned down and swiped a finger across the tip of my penis, and shoved the glob of precum into my mouth. I sucked on her finger, desperate for her attention, and she swirled her finger around my mouth, making sure I got every bit. After Mike’s massive load, my precum didn’t taste like anything.

“Did you like the taste of Mike’s cum? Did you enjoy swallowing it? It was so hot to watch. I never thought I would be into Gay porn, but now I think I might like it, and seeing how hard you are, I think you enjoyed that. Just because I don’t like to swallow doesn’t mean you can’t. I’ll have to remember that.”

Forced to Watch – Part 1 [Long][FMM][40-50s][cuckold][bi][blackmail][cheat][cons nc][Fdom][light humil][creampie][cum eating][NSFW]

I slowly lowered my phone, and the call ended. My wife Rebecca, through angry tears, has just told me she knows. Knows all about my affair with my secretary. I have no idea how she found out, but that is not important right now, she says she has known for weeks, but just came to a decision today on what she wanted to do, and how to confront me.

I’m not sure how I feel at the moment. Relieved that the secret is out, ashamed a bit, sad? Am I ready to end our almost 20-year marriage? Do I love my admin? No, not really. Rebecca asked if I wanted to get divorced or stay together, without thinking, I said I wanted to stay together and work this out. I think that’s what I want. Isn’t it? Do I love Rebecca, do I want to stay with her?

She said there were two requirements for us to stay together. “You have to end the affair, and I need to get even.”

She told me to not come home until after 9 pm, and when I did, to come up to our bedroom for our talk. She needed time to think, and she said I needed time to decide.

Dry Spell Pt. 02: The Handyman [F/M 20s-40s] [public] [fantasy creature] [blowjob]

Short introduction:

Cherry is a perky witch with voluptuous figure and intensely red hair. Some years ago another witch drunkenly cast a dry spell on poor Cherry, and she hasn’t had any dick ever since. Luckily, Cherry and her best friend Jane found a magical amulet from a fair, and encouraged by the prospect of finally getting laid, Cherry has already matched with a few promising gentlemen on the dating app Ember.

Her first date was Mark, who was all he promised and after the sun set upon the satisfied couple, even more.

Cherry’s second date with new Ember match, Simon, takes place on a popular park near Cherry’s place. As they get to know each other little by little, Simon turns out to be quite extraordinary fellow.
All characters are adults.

Bad Decisions: Part Three 21+ [F36/M44] [Straight Sex] [Cleavage] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Oral Sex] [Cleavage] [Curvy Woman]

Chapter Three: Down the fox hole

“Are you okay?” Charles asked as he came into my office.

“Yeah,” I responded.

“Just that you gave me this report twice,” Charles said, dropping a yellow folder on my desk.

“Shit,” I said as I got the correct report and handed it to him.

“What’s going on?” Charles asked.

“I hate that everyone thinks this is a small town,” I said, shaking my head. “Always in everyone else’s business. When they should stay in their own fucking lanes!”

Charles nodded as he sat down across from me.

“It might not be a small town, but most of us, hang out at the same bar, our kids go to some of the same schools, and the same mall, it’s only natural that some people form a tight knit community.”

“Well, they can go join another community, and stay the hell out of mine,” I said.

“Hank, huh?” Charles asked.

“You heard,” I said.

“Hard not to, the guy is a walking time bomb,” Charles shook his head.

Alice’s Wonderland: Chapter 5: The Choice [F/M 20s, femdom]

“So, what’s it gonna be, dolly?” Alice asked, the machine still pumping the 7-inch dildo in and out of my mouth. Alice started counting, “5… 4…”

Shit. I can’t have Laura find me like this! But I also want to be unlocked…

“3… 2…”

I’ll go with the throatfucking… at least that would only be a few minutes longer of torture, which is better than God knows how long before the next opportunity to be unlocked…

“1…”

Panicked about running out of time, I tapped with my left hand. No, wait! That’s the cage! I quickly stopped, hoping Alice hadn’t seen which hand made the noise, and I started tapping with my right hand instead.

“Both?” Alice asked. “Marvelous. Such a good little doll. Remaining caged and becoming a fleshlight. Tyler would be so proud of you if he knew… Maybe I should text him about your dedication instead?” Alice laughed. “No. I wouldn’t do that. It would spoil the surprise!”

How the tables have turned. Part-2.[M21/F23][Role Reversal]

After my kiss on her cheek, she was definitely in an imaginative zone of her own for a few seconds. I snapped my fingers a couple of times in front of her to get her attention and said, “Hey!, you still here?” To which she smiled and replied, “Yeah, I’m sorry.” “It’s just that you’ve changed a lot, and I wasn’t quite sure that you were exactly who you said you were.” “Well, it’s almost been a year since we talked last, and many things can change in a year, Zahira,” I said, taking it as a compliment. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said while returning my pen.

At this point, I was clear: I wanted her. I wanted her badly. But I wasn’t going to be a simp. After all, she was the one who hurt my ego and my feelings of being a loving and caring person. She was the reason I decided to change myself. I agree that the changes were necessary and have improved my overall quality of life, but that insult stuck with me for a long time. All of these thoughts raced through my mind as I spoke to her. I calmed myself down. I was confident that she was impressed by how I had changed and how I looked now. So I didn’t try to chase her madly.

Batya and Abby Universe: A Day With Sara [F/F 20s] [Futanari] [Interracial]

Warning: Futanari, Interracial, Racial Relations, Originally posted on Literotica under same name

**Batya & Abby Universe: A Day With Sara**

Tamilia had told her family she was going to be spending the day with her friend, Brenda, from sun up until sun down. The truth was Tamilia was actually going to see Sara. Sara was a dark skinned black woman in her mid twenties who worked as a fraud investigator for a bank. She a had a car, an apartment in an upper class area of the city of Austin, and was absolutely beautiful. Her skin glistened in the sun and her muscles gleamed with each step she took. And though their relationship was splendid, Tamilia had to lie to her family because…because her family didn’t like Sara was black.

My nurse gave me a handjob [M26/F20s] [handjob] [hospital] [convalescence]

The whole ‘hot nurse’ fantasy always seemed like one of those scenarios far removed from reality. In my experience there’s not much sexy about a stay in the hospital.

So I had a hospital trip which was painful and not sexy and I’ll spare you the details. The surgeon did their thing and told me most people go home the next day. The next day, though, some number wasn’t where the doctor thought it should be, and so I had to stay. The drugs were nice, they kept the pain away, and so mostly I was bored.

It felt like I was lingering, watching hours and hours of tv, playing word games on my phone, IMing anyone who would respond, trying to ignore the constant chaos of hospital noise. The nurses, they came and went. Their shift schedule was arcane and impenetrable, their visits to my bed perfunctory and brief. I wasn’t paying them much attention.

And then she showed up. Scrubs and mask protected her, I could see nothing but her eyes. Bright, hazel, filled with sultry mystery. Dark eyeliner drew them out, long and thick eyelashes swept me in. Sculpted and delicate eyebrows had never looked so sexy. Our gazes met, my breath caught, I floated downstream.

“Do you trust me?” [M/F] [25-30] [D/s] [soft touching] [slow]

[*the beginning of something, characters have history, third person narrative, no sex (yet), “good girl”]*

He took a step towards her, his eyes hungrily taking her in. Instinctively, taking a step back, she tries to keep eye contact with him. A small part of her mind making her feel like prey under his gaze, begging her to look down, to look away, to look anywhere but in his eyes. Those eyes that glimmered with a ravenous craving that she knew would only lead to trouble for her.

When did he get so close? Her thoughts race, back hitting the wall behind her, her gaze never falling from his. Another step, her head tilting back slightly, her breath increasing. His gaze feeling as if it could bore through her, the sensation of being prey starting to envelope her mind. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees his hand twitch as his side, her body working on instinct, arms flinching up from her sides to cover, to cover heaven knows what, but in a blink, his hand catches hers by the wrist.

Kendra Will Do Anything For Her Wealthy Patron p5 (M45/F22)(MF) (escort) (interracial) (big tits)

It was a while before Bella and Kendra separated from their sticky and sweaty embrace. Kendra was a little punch drunk as she accepted her drink, still tingling with pleasure, but the seductively wicked Bella popped up, proud of her performance and her orgasms. Kendra nakedly sprawled on the couch as Bella downed her tequila and was walked to her Uber by Kendra’s patron.

When he returned to the suite, Kendra had recovered enough to propose a nightcap, leading him to the bedroom where he feasted on her sensual, porcelain body until they fell asleep.

Kendra woke alone in the sun splashed suite. Her body was sore and aching from her exploits the previous day. She removed the cover and lightly touched herself, thinking of her patron. Past patrons might go a couple rounds over their time with her, but his performance and appetite surprised her. Unable to fight the sexual hunger her thoughts reawakened, she searched for the man, finding him reclined in the balcony, reading from his tablet.

Fully naked, she stepped out onto the balcony. He admired her beautiful body, with the late morning sun making her shine. “Kendra, how do you feel?”