collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Originally from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-328
My wife and I had a successful cuckold life for over 7 years and there were a lot of fun little humiliating things she did to me outside of the full blown cuckold evenings we shared. Below is a list of those one-off humiliating fun things my wife did to keep my little humiliating cock dripping.
“Kana, I asked you here to discuss our status…” Spoke a tall brunette man, his gaze fixed on the girl kneeling at his feet. She was dressed like an absolute slut, her round breasts fully visible through the sheer material of her pink crop top, save for heart-shaped patches covering her nipples. Her shorts just barely fit over her fat ass, and did nothing to conceal her thong.
“I see you’ve worn the outfit I picked out. Did you get any stares on your way over?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“I got a few… And one lady looked at me like I was possessed.” Kana scoffed, shaking her head a bit.“Well, get used to it, pet. I’ll be picking out your clothing from now on.” He sighed softly, reaching over to ruffle Kana’s hair as a smile broke out on her face.
“You mean… You want to be my Master?” She grinned up at him, receiving a mild smirk in return.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ve decided to make you my property. I’ll be making your decisions from now on, so don’t worry about thinking too hard about anything.” His hand slid from her hair to her chin, cupping her face and making sure her gaze was fixed on him.
Dear Penthouse Letters…
Ok well honestly I’m a little too young to get that reference but still old enough to read a ton of erotica that started with it, satirical or not. Either way, the following is true, no I can’t prove it… I was a good Christian kid who’s dad had found his porn stash one too many times so I stopped keeping evidence.
This story is about Anders, and how she somehow convinced me to judge a Blowjob contest while I was dating neither of the contestants. Anders was the type of girl who was able to charm their way past just about anyone. When I first met her I was your typical quiet Christian cult member. (Think Mormon, but we called ourselves “non-denominational”) I’d been porn free for almost a year, I denied the deep seeded perversion growing within me, and there was no way I was going to get married without my virginity intact. Anders had different ideas. Within a year of meeting she was my first girlfriend. She spent the whole first date innocently grinding on my lap, the second date she didn’t stop until I’d accidentally came. A date later she my first hand job, within a few weeks my first BJ was surpassed… hell within the year we dated she was everything except my first PiV, but due to the emotional attachment I still consider her as the one I lost my virginity too.
It was late night, I had just finished partying with my friends and was contemplating on booking an Uber to go back home. Obviously, I could use the Metro, but an Uber is just so much more comfortable. Thankfully, I decided to save some money and use the Metro. It was almost midnight, and it seemed like the last train for the day. I got in a cabin, which was completely empty apart from me. The next station was when I first saw her. And my God what a fucking beauty. She was wearing a tight bode hugging sundress with black stilettos. Her make up was on point, with mascara done perfectly and blood red lipstick covering her full lips. And her eyes. She seemed she was wearing lenses but I didn’t mind. Blue eyes that you could stare into for days. She was absolutely gorgeous. I was so stunned by her looks, it was only when she sat down opposite to me that I noticed her perfect hourglass figure. 36CC cup breasts with a cleavage that was just begging to be stared at. A perfect round ass that you can bounce a ball off. And long shapely legs that seemed to never end. In other words, a 12/10.
“Come on out! It’ll be fine!”
Kevin took a deep breath. He and Sandra had been friends for years and it wasn’t as though he didn’t trust her. Still, there was a difference between trusting a friend and taking a step that he, himself, wasn’t sure he was ready for.
His chest was a little tight and that made it difficult to breathe. Only a little. It wasn’t as though the clothes he wore restricted him. They were snug. That’s all. Very snug. The blouse that showed off his shoulders had a neckline that cut across his obviously masculine chest yet, as he admired himself in the mirror, he adored how the floral pattern flowed down past his obliques. He wore a singlet under the blouse. It was black and provided a foundation that let the pattern shine, in addition to giving his body much more slender appeal.
The pair of tight, form-fitting jeans he wore made his hips and butt look good. As he admired himself in the body-length mirror in the store changing room, he considered that the trouble he got forcing them up past his thighs were definitely worth it.
Last week, my relationship with Sam and Aly (scroll past my dick pics for earlier posts with these two) progressed to a level hitherto unexplored by us: I was allowed to spend the afternoon alone with Aly, without any rules.
Well, there was one: Don’t get arrested.
Scroll way down for the sex. Also, this is Sam and Aly: u/fun_in_love
We’d hung out, all three of us, a number of times up until now. A couple of those just as friends grabbing drinks and appetizers. And Aly and I pushed the boundary a bit in the week leading up to this. We were well-behaved, mind you. Hard as that was.
“Above the clothes only,” she’d informed me. We had a couple coffee dates that week, each of us with our laptop and a whole lot of shit to do. It shouldn’t surprise you that sitting beside someone as beautiful as Aly for several hours distracted me from getting much done. But we were well-behaved. The first coffee-date, we only kissed and hugged upon my arriving. On the second, being so close to her was too much for me. I suggested we put the work away and take a walk around the neighborhood.
So I’ll be honest and admit that our thing with Marcus started out as mostly kink for me and lust for Cindy, but grew into so much more. I’ve never considered my self exactly cuckold, like many I’m not into degradation, but I do love cuck porn! My voyeuristic side loves to witness the scenes, and the feelings I get seeing my wife Cindy, my favorite pron star – in total ecstasy, amazing! I desire her fulfillment.
For Cindy – it was lust at first sight, his tall fit body, youthful good looks, his smile caught her imagination before she ever knew what was in his pants. In time she had admitted masturbating while watching him the day he moved in.
It was hot and he tossed his shirt. Left in only basketball shorts and sneakers, he carried heavy boxes and furniture from a truck in the alley, up the stairs to the 2nd floor entrance to his apartment.
He had a friend helping move, but Cindy didn’t see them. They were there in plain sight, but her eyes were locked on Marcus’s body. His tone, as she has described for me countless times, whispered in my ear as I make love to her – her telling me his love of filling her – but his tone muscles and strong chest, how his sweat glistened on his evenly dark skin.
Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly by DiscipleN
[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]
Chapter 3
I woke naked, my torso limp across the kitchen table. A familiar discomfort filled my cunt. It was the only part of me he hadn’t bruised.
“Damn, this pussy is worth every fucking cop out looking for me.” Terry sat across two chairs, leaning back. My ass sat on his crotch. He had had to pull his belly up to make room for me. Both of us could feel the wetness between our tender organs. The oven clock said it was 1:33 am. “I can feel you moving.”
I burst into tears. “What did you do with my family?”
“They’re fine. I checked on them an hour ago.” Was he implying he’d had his dick in me for an hour?
“Let me see them. Please, Terry!”
Story from https://samanthasummersinstitute.org/community/forced-bi-cuckolding/real-cuckold-stories/#post-308 which includes Part II.
I’m in the guest room listening for her to ring the bell for service. I’ve heard them fucking on and off for an hour or so. He fucked her for a half an hour first, as I listened intently from the other side of the wall. I can tell by the sound what position they’re doing sometimes. In doggy style she grunts and gasps, but in missionary she moans deep and loud. I picture her with legs wrapped around his torso, welcoming his thrusts, deep into her pussy, wantonly, lustfully. She came twice already. Then he came with loud grunts of determination. After a quiet period, when I was expecting to be summoned, they started up again.