Tales of a Cock Slave #87

Authors note: My first effort for Literotica, constructive feedback is more than welcome. Grateful to 1moeannie for her excellent editing. Tori knew he was coming. He'd told her to check in to the hotel where a room was waiting in her name. He'd sent her instructions she'd followed meticulously. She wanted to please him, badly. She'd arrived and taken a luxurious bath in the suite's huge bathroom. She dried herself off and dressed as he asked. Lacy black lingerie, with thigh high stockings and heels. She did her makeup, focusing on her beautiful eyes and her full lips -- he wanted her in deep red lipstick, even. "I want you to look like the whore you've always wanted to be -- just for tonight" was what he'd written. She was happy to oblige. She collected herself then sat at the end of the bed, waiting. Her phone buzzed with a text. "Are you ready, slut?" A chill ran up her spine. Knowing what she brought out in him...knowing how she cou...

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental. ***Special thanks to MarriedHeat for helping me to edit this story. This was previously written as "Threesome Sex Story" but I had it removed to fix it up. Donnie and his friends were sitting in the tenth row behind home plate as they watched their home team win the biggest game of the season and making it to playoffs. Sure, they may not be able to get all the way to the world series, but it was still a big deal for everyone at the stadium. He called his wife, Shelby, to tell her the good news and that he was going to be coming home late because he and his friends were going to celebrate and have dinner at their favorite bar and grill. The real plan, though, was that they were going to celebrate at the local strip club that also served food; they would have dinner there but also continue their celebration by buying lap dances from strippers. His wife said she wa...

Disclaimer: all participants in this story are eighteen years or older. No minors are involved in this entry or in any future entries. Life can be kind of cruel sometimes. It's a thought that I had started to find myself dwelling on more and more often these days as I found myself midway through my senior year of high school. The more I thought on this stance, the more I felt justified in believing it. How else could I explain away why half of the girls at West High seemed to hate me. Of that half, many were outright hostile towards me, making passive aggressive comments to me whenever they saw me in the halls or could get away whispering it to me in class. The other half treated me to the steely silence I would have gotten from a rock. Yet, for all of their negativity toward me, I hadn't done anything that warranted this kind of abuse. I was your typical good girl. I did what my parents asked and excelled in what I could, all while keeping my head down. For me, that meant th...

Margie wasn't quite prepared for Hurricane Von Greiner as Cassie and Hector parked and the whole family stampeded to welcome them back ... the very day after they had left to take Cassie off to school. In just a day or two, max, depending on how you counted it, they went from college freshmen trying to claim a spot in the dorms to orphans to a billionaire and his three wives. The twins were still in some level of shock, as were their kith and kin, to put it mildly. "Everything was so great ... so great, right before they left for that drive! They were gonna put on a movie marathon and order some pizza ... damn! The Hobbit, no less! Talk about a classic! We were robbed, guys ... robbed of the best parents in the world!" Kirsten sobbed while holding onto Cassie ... and then Bridget and Natalie joined their sisters in a group hug. "I know ... it just ... sucks! It fucking sucks!" Cassie wiped away some tears for a second before bawling all over again. "This ...

Before our divorce, my family visited my ex-wife's brother and his family for Christmas in Colorado Spring, Colorado. Her sister-in-law found us a carriage house near their house so my ex and I could have separate bedrooms. The owner was a talented artist and had a big studio in the back, off the parking area which is accessed by a service road that runs behind the homes. My bedroom was next to the kitchen. Between the kitchen and the living room where my ex slept on a pull-out couch bed were heavy doors. There was a locked wood paneled door between the dining room and the studio. Off the kitchen was an entryway out to the parking area. In that passage way were French doors to the studio that were unlocked. One afternoon a guy pinged me on Scruff asking if I could host. He had Pro, so I unlocked, then he unlocked. He was 52, very, very hot: 5' 10, nice muscular body, handsome with a 10" uncut cock. I told him I could host him late around 10:00. He said that was fine and I...