Circle of Cuckolds[Circle of Cuckolds[BMWF, Interracial, Cuckold, Conversion, Cuckold Club](Crosspost from /r/CuckoldSexStories)

Chapter 1

Bruce and his wife Linda were having drinks on the patio of their large suburban home. Bruce, a 42-year-old accountant, had done very well in his profession and was up for a vice presidency of firm. Their expensive home reflected Bruce's financial success.

Linda, a 36-year-old attractive brunette looked less than her age. Thanks to a disciplined regimen of exercise and diet, her figure was that of a woman ten years younger. Her most notable features were her large bust and long shapely legs. Linda was an elementary school teacher. The couple had no children, but were "trying." The problem, according to Bruce's physician was his unusually low sperm count. For them, timing would be everything if they were to succeed in getting pregnant.

Sex for Bruce and Linda was very satisfactory for him, but less so for Linda, although she never mentioned this to him out of concern for his fragile masculine ego. Things picked up somewhat for Linda when the couple ventured into the world of suburban swinging last year. Although the guys in their circle were nothing to write home about in Linda's opinion, at least they were better than Bruce in the sex department. The parties, however, had become less and less frequent, and this was the topic of conversation on this particular evening.

“Back from dinner.” Second attempt, would love more thoughts.

The second attempt with the same characters from the "Working late" story. Would love your thoughts on this one as well.

As Adrian pulled into the driveway and turned the car off he pondered whether or not he should walk Olivia to her front door. It wasn’t that he didn’t want too, but if an evening out with another woman wasn’t already pushing boundaries of what is right far enough, actually walking her up to her front door too say good night definitely was. He looked over at Olivia sitting in the passenger seat and saw the same hesitation in her, he grabbed her hand, held it tight and asked

“can I walk you up?”

her cheeks went a little red as she replied with a reserved

“Yes.”

Adrian got out of the car and quickly walked around to help Olivia out as she opened the door. He grabbed the top of the door with one hand then took her by the hand to guide her out with the other. Olivia smiled at the thought of this gesture, she liked that he was a gentleman and looked after her in this way.

“Thank you.”

Drink Unattended – First go at this. Feedback appreciated. BDSM story.

Author notes: I've been wanting to try my hand at writing for awhile now The only thing that really holds my attention however is porn so I figured, why not give erotica a shot. I've been working on this three nights now. I'm dyslexic so it's difficult to catch misspellings and other mistakes at times. Apologies in advance. Thanks for reading. Hope you get a good fap out of this. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Edit: Correct some mistakes and made some changes.

*DRINK UNATTENDED

Chapter One

Wake up, wake up, wake up…

Penny’s dream faded as she drift back into consciousness. Her head was pounding. Her body, tender and sore. She lie there, piecing together memories of the night before. It was hopeless. Blackouts were common. Her drinking the cause. She had a problem. She needed help. I’ll start tomorrow, she’d tell herself.

The moment of clarity between now and the next drink was always the worst. She ached with shame and embarrassment. She groaned aloud, wallowing in self-pity. Where did she go? What did she do? How did she get home?

How did I get home, she thought?

The Trail [MFF] [Voy] [Bi]

Stepping out on the trail head, he shifts his backpack, and starts off. He had been meaning to do some hiking for some time now, but between work and school, had not found the time. Now he has the weekend off, a thirty-pound pack, and plenty of water bottles and energy bars to last a few hours on the trail.

He set his iPod on shuffle and let his mind wander as he hiked.

After an hour, he had worked up a good sweat and decides to stop at the halfway point in the trail. There was a shelter set back 80 feet from the trail to allow hikers to rest without being too near the path. Walking towards it, he heard a sound from the shelter like a woman moaning.

Taking off his headphones and setting down his pack, he edges closer, listening intently, certain he had only imagined it. Sure enough, the only noises were silence, a breeze through the trees, and the birds singing.

Then suddenly, "Aahh!"

There it was again, louder and more insistent. As he drew closer, he could hear what sounds like a stuttering breath of a girl, and muffled hum.

The Chauffeur and the Maid [MF] [STR8]

He tossed me on the bed and put my hands over my head and started passionately kissing me all over my neck . He spread my legs wide open, revealing my thin black panties and put his entire weight on my body so I couldn't move. He then ripped my shirt off, staring at my bare chest, I hate wearing a bra, and manhandled me with his strong hands, tightly squeezing my perky breasts and nipples.

I could feel him grinding on me, getting hard under his pants as I started to get wetter and wetter. He turned me around and pulled off my black skirt. I was laying there in nothing but my panties, legs spread wide apart waiting for entry.

He started kissing me, tongue deep down my throat, kissing me like I was his only source of air. He picked me up and I sat on him. I took off his hat and put it on myself, I ripped off his blazer and shirt. I couldn't help but feel excited as his sexy body touching mine.

He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my hair back and bit my neck like a vampire. His heavy breath and hard cock made me feel like I was on ecstasy.

Late Night Rendezvous (MF, Bondage, Submission)

Be still my fucking heart. I watched in the rear-view mirror as the cop climbed out of his car, put on his very official looking hat, and walked toward my vehicle at a leisurely pace. He was the hottest man, and cop, I’d ever seen in my life. I had no idea where to look first, strong chiseled jaw line or that very well maintained body encased in his tight uniform. When he approached my window I rolled it down and noticed he had that natural brooding look, dark and contemplative. “Ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked as he flashed his identification. “I’m not sure officer, can you tell me?” “I clocked you at 50 miles per hour. This road is a 30 miles per hour zone, ma’am.” I couldn’t get past those deep brown eyes long enough to even worry about the speeding. “Ma’am?” “Yes, sorry officer, you say I was going fifty. I apologize, I’m tired, I guess I didn’t realize.” I’d never in my life been dazed by any other man before. I shook it off and pulled my long brown hair away from my face and behind my neck. “Are you aware that 20 miles per hour over the speed limit considered a felony?” That got my attention quick. “I didn’t know that, sir.” He pursed his lips and me, those damn full lips, and I waited. “License and registration please,” he said, extending his hand. I placed my documents in his hand and took great pleasure in watching his ass as he walked back to his own vehicle. I looked down at my steering wheel and sighed. It was four in the morning and I’d just pulled a long shift at the bar I ran downtown. My legs were sore, my feet swollen, and I was beyond tired as I didn’t get much sleep the previous night. Every inch of my body may have been tired but my mind was awake and attuned to that man only a few feet behind my car. I let a thought enter my head. It wound its way into my senses carefully, creeping along until I actually acknowledged its existence. It was four am, the road was deserted, and I had one sexy man out there. Maybe I could do like the movies, try a little seduction, and see if he would drop down the speeding from a felony to a regular ol citation. “It was worth a shot. If it didn’t work I’d be arrested either way so…” I told myself and the empty car. I pulled the mirror down from the visor and stared at my reflection. Long brown hair pulled to the back of my neck, blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of my nose, I wasn’t a bad looking woman. I ran my fingers under my eyes to erase the strayed eyeliner and smoothed out the lip balm that had become patchy in the course of the last hour since I applied it. Ducking down I reached into the glove box and applied some deodorant to my underarms while thanking any god that listened that I happened to groom that morning. Just as I pinched my cheeks and shook my hands out to bring some life back into me the cop returned. “Ma’am, here you go.” He handed me my paperwork and I sat it in the passenger seat. How the hell do you seduce a cop? He leaned down and shone his flashlight into my car. “Have you been drinking tonight, ma’am?” It was a fair question as I most likely smelled of the liquor I spilled on my pants and hands in the course of the night. “No, sir, just water.” “Do you mind stepping out of the vehicle for a quick sobriety test?” I carefully hid the smile that threatened to poke through. Now I could at least even the playing field. In my vehicle I couldn’t do much but out on the road with him…there were definitely some moves I could use. Unless he arrested me. He watched me carefully as I unfastened my seat belt and stepped out of my car. It was dead in the middle of summer so the early morning air was warm with a pleasant breeze. I was instantly refreshed. “Can you step over here, ma’am?” The officer guided me toward the trunk of my car so were both away from the main road. His car hid us from view of anyone who might pass and I was starting to believe this situation had to be fate. He stood rigid and tall, at least three inches above me. I had to look up to meet his eyes and I could have fallen into them. Deep sea green and smart. God, I loved a smart man. I swallowed and waited for him to give me instruction. That way I could make a plan. “Ma’am, I’m going to ask you a few questions first,” he said. I nodded and looked him up and down while he did. “How many drinks have you had tonight?” “Four but all of them water.” “Why do you smell like alcohol?” he asked stepping closer but not close enough for my tastes. I moved into him a little more and met his eyes as I wet my lips. “I work at a bar, officer,” I looked down at his name tag. “Baretti. I often spill drinks or have customers spill drinks on me. That’s probably the reason.” “What bar do you work at?” He asked as he watched my every twitch. “McDougals up on 48.” I said, feeling bare and naked to his scrutiny. He met my eyes and I wondered if my pupils were dilated. They say your pupils dilate when you’re turned on and this man had me ramped up. He smelled like soap. Nothing but clean laundry and soap. I wondered if he’d just gotten on shift and what his lips tasted like. Any other man I would have just leaned up and found out but I didn’t feel like being shot. “Officer, I apologize for speeding, I really do, but I haven’t been drinking.” I was still only a few inches away from him staring up into his lovely eyes. He wasn’t moving, I couldn’t even tell if he was breathing. Eventually my nerves crept up and I was about to back away until he reached out and gently moved a stray piece of hair away from my face. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest as my fingers started to tingle from the adrenaline. “Officer Baretti, I’m going to kiss you now unless you stop me.” I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in my peripheral vision and slowly I closed the distance between us, careful not to make any sudden movements. Just as my lips reached up to his he spun me around, pressed my back against the trunk of my car, and smashed his lips against mine. It wasn’t artful or erotic it was lust, simple and clean. His teeth scraped mine as he fought each other lips to lips. He tasted like coffee and dark chocolate. I reached up to slide my fingers into his short hair and knocked his hat to the ground. He growled in my mouth as I pulled the strands with a short sharp grip. We broke apart gasping each other’s exhales. My heart felt like it might burst from my chest even as I was pressed tightly between my trunk and his immovable body. I released his head and slid my palms down his chest to rest on the breast pockets of his uniform and met his eyes. “This is going to go one of two ways at this point,” I whispered, “You can give me my ticket, I can get back in my car, and never see you again or you can flip me around, pull down my pants and fuck me. Right here. Right now.” His eyes sparked and he inhaled sharply as I swallowed waiting for his response. My entire body tingled with awareness, every nerve ending standing on end, waiting and hoping for the answer I wanted to hear. “What if I want to fuck you and give you a ticket?” he asked gripping the bottom of my gray tank top. “Well, you’re the officer, but if you fuck me good enough I might have to show up on court to contest it just to see you again.” He chuckled a short sharp laugh then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine gently. When he broke away I looked up into those deep eyes and saw the change in him appear. He gripped my hips hard and spun me so my belly pressed into the logo on the back of my truck. Oh God this is really happening. I heard metal clinking and turned my head in time to see his cuffs leave his belt before I felt the cold steel circle my wrists. I swallowed, and prayed I wasn’t about to become coyote food. Once the click of the cuffs were in place and my arms were immobile he circled his hand around the front of my neck and tilted my head back so his lips touched my ear. “I’m going to pull down your jeans and fuck you until you are screaming into the breaking dawn. Just nod if this is what you want.” I nodded as fast as I could in the confines of his hand and he released me and pressed my head down onto the back of my car. The metal was cool but I barely noticed over the hard chaffing my jeans made as he ripped them down my thighs. I spread my legs as far as I was able to make it easier and heard the clink of keys as he undid his belt. I started to shiver in anticipation every part of me attuned to his man’s movements. I heard the snap of a condom and then the prod of him at my entrance. Despite his threats he entered me carefully, reverently, and I waited tight as a spring for him to release the beast he held at bay. He clutched my hips and pulled my ass back into him. It was a strange position with my hands cuffed behind me but it didn’t matter I’d come all over him a matter of moments if he just did exactly as he promised. “Please,” I said against the car. I wasn’t above begging at this point. His fingers gripped me tighter and I knew it was over. He slammed into me rearing back and pulling me into him at the same time. I melted. It was rough, brutal, and absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t hold out very long and it seemed he wouldn’t be able to either. “You better come with me,” he said with an accompanying moan. It was a command and a promise. I let myself go as he slid in and out of me fast and hard. My hip bones were bruised pressed against the trunk and the dull pain produced from those bruises as he fucked me sent me over the edge. I shouted my orgasm just as he said I would. He followed me reaching up and pulled my head back by my hair as he sunk into me a few more short strokes. I swallowed and slumped against the trunk as he withdrew and pulled up his pants. He gently uncuffed my hands but I couldn’t move. I stayed strewn across my car with the dust of the road coating my skin as my own wetness trickled down my inner thigh. If I could have stood up I would have but after a moment he softly pulled my jeans up and rearranged my clothing back into its proper place. He must have gotten scared because he leaned down on my trunk to align his face with mine. I met his eyes before I leaned forward and kissed him gently. Eventually I stood, my legs barely able to carry me as the weight of the long day and a mind-blowing orgasm settled into my bones. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” I put my fingers to his lips. “No, you were perfect.” He smiled and circled my waist with his hands. “Well, then, same time next week Mrs. Baretti?” I smiled and thought how lucky I was to have married the hottest cop on the planet. “Same time next week but I’ll do thirty-five over and see how much trouble that gets me in.” He laughed and gently untangled himself pushing me toward my vehicle. “I love you. I’ll see you at home.” He followed me off the secluded highway back to the main streets and I ached in all the right places as I thought about my bed waiting for me at home.

Naughty Neighbors [MF] (Cougar, BJ)

„Oh hi Shirley! So great to see you!“, Lena exclaimed happily when she opened the door.
„I'm great, how are you? How was your weekend?“, her neighbor asked back while hugging her tight.
„It was pretty much the usual family visit, nothing extraordinary. I'll tell you all about it later, but please do come in!“, Lena urged and pulled her friend into the hallway. „You look fantastic, is that a new dress?“
„Yes it is! I'm so glad you noticed. Do you like it?“, Shirley asked and twirled around on her heels.
Lena had to admit, her neighbor looked gorgeous, even though she was already in her forties. Shirley had long legs which emanated from a wide, prolific pelvis and a substantial behind. Her voluminous H-cup breasts weren't constrained by any kind of bra and pushed against the tight cloth of her new summer dress with her lazy chestnut curls almost tickling her profound cleavage. And although she did have a few extra pounds on her hips, they did only make her even more alluring.
In short, Shirley seemed to be the complete opposite of her younger friend. Lena was flat where Shirley was curvy. She had an athletic, well-toned body where the older woman had a juicy, fleshy softness. Lena was several inches shorter and preferred to wear her fair hair in a simple ponytail instead of it falling over her Nordic face. They truly did make an odd couple.

Pets, part 1 (FF, FM, Bondage, Dom)

A quick note, despite the title, there is no bestiality involved in this post. Ok, so this is my first post here and if anyone has any constructive advice, criticism, or other comments then i would love to hear it! Also, please excuse the poor tagging since i don't know what tags to use nor do i have much experience with them, so any tags to add to this would be appreciated.

I wrote this a while ago and there is about 8-9000 words overall, and i could write more… I just don't have the inspiration to :P So i'll post as much of it as i can here and if you like it i'll post some more, and even write a bit more if i feel like it :)

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Pets by CJace33

My first day of college. [msub]

I could feel the blood. My blood. I could feel my heart pumping every single ounce. My pulse surged through my veins. It filled my body. My chest felt hollow, as if all that was in there was a heart, pounding at a door. Anxious. I fell in love with her writing through the single email she had sent me about her class. Her tone, so authoritative, yet gentle. A queen, she was. A lover. She was intimate with her texts. She had a lust for writing. A domme in her expressions through her vocabulary and writing. She had struck me, without any knowledge of her aesthetics. I lusted for her knowledge, her tone. Her authority. I find myself at the door. "Storm Hall Rm Number 101," it read. I could barely make out what the sign on the door had read. I could only imagine her. I reached out for the handle. Grabbed it. I felt my own pulse on the door knob as my hand made contact with it. I open the door. There she stood. Her majesty, in all her beauty; her posture, her attire, screamed for obedience. I wanted her to dominate me. Ignorant to my fellow classmates, my peers, I was only able to focus on her. Pleasing her. I wanted her. I longer for her. I felt my face burn. Lowering my head before her, I shook her hand and introduced myself. "Hello, Ma'am. I am your slave," had nearly slipped from my lips before my classmates. "Hello, my name is Bennett. Its nice to meet you, Ma'am." "Excuse me? How dare you touch me. You don't get that privilege until your Queen is pleased. Now go have a se- whats this? Why are you not wearing your collar? Why don't you shine my heels with your tongue until I can see my reflection, then I will consider letting you please me." I could already imagine the words coming from her deep, red lips. I was ready to be abused. "Its nice to meet you too, Bennett. My name is Lynett Evers. You can call me Miss Lyn for future reference." And so it sparked.