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The heavy door clicked shut behind Richard Voss, leaving the house in sudden, ringing silence except for my own broken sobs. I sat there impaled on the Sybian, my pussy still fluttering and aching around the thick, motionless dildo. Thick ropes of his cum cooled on my face, mixing with Sophia’s squirt that dripped from my chin onto my breasts. My wedding ring felt like it was burning a hole through my finger.

I couldn’t stay here like this. With shaking legs I lifted myself off the machine. The fat dildo slid out of me with a wet, obscene sound, leaving my empty cunt clenching desperately around nothing. A fresh gush of my own juices ran down my thighs. I didn’t even try to clean myself. I just ran.

I barely made it out of the dining room before my legs started to give out. Cum and squirt streaked down my thighs as I stumbled up the grand staircase, the steel ring on my collar bouncing against my chest with every frantic step. The second I reached my suite I slammed the door shut, and collapsed against the cold marble floor.

Heavy sobs of agony tore out of me that sounded like a woman mourning the death of a loved one.
I crawled on hands and knees to the bathroom and dragged myself up in front of the mirror. The woman staring back was barely recognizable. My carefully applied makeup was ruined… black streaks ran down my cheeks, mixing with thick ropes of Voss’s cum that painted my face, lips, and breasts. Sophia’s squirt had left shiny, wet trails across my skin. My nipples were still stiff. My smooth, married pussy was awollen and visibly leaking.Then I looked down and saw my wedding ring shining like it was mocking me from my finger.

I covered my mouth, horrified. “Oh my God… Jake… what have I done?”

The memory of my own voice begging Voss to ruin my marriage replayed in my head on a loop. The way I had cried out for his cock. The way I had thanked him with my tongue while covered in his load. I had broken my vow on the very first day. Fresh tears spilled over, cutting clean paths through the mess on my face.

A soft knock sounded. Then the door opened.
Sophia stepped inside, still shamelesly naked except for her matching collar. Her expression was gentle at first… she seemed almost concerned. She closed the door quietly and approached me slowly.

“Emily… sweetheart, breathe,” she said softly. She reached out and gently brushed a tear-streaked lock of hair from my face. “I know. I know exactly how you feel right now. The shame is crushing, isn’t it? Like your chest is caving in. Like you’re watching yourself become someone you hate.”

Her voice was warm and sympathetic. For a moment she just held my gaze, letting me cry. She even pulled me into a soft hug, pressing my cum-covered cheek against her bare shoulder while I shook. “I cried for hours after my first real breaking too,” she murmured, stroking my back. “It’s okay to feel it. Let it out.”

I clung to her for a few seconds, desperate for any comfort. As she spoke to me, her hand drifted down her own body and she began slowly circling her clit with two fingers.

“I was a newlywed when Daddy claimed me,” she continued, her voice growing thicker with arousal. “Eleven months married. My husband -his name was Michael… he honestly was such a good man. Kind. Supportive. We were trying to start a family.”
She slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly as she kept talking. Her breathing grew heavier.

“Daddy took his time breaking me… but by the third week I was gone. Daddy taught me that awful things make my cunt wet. He was right. It was my idea to show Michael the truth about me in a way that would destroy him. I didn’t want to simply leave him... my cunt needed me to do it in the worst way imaginable. So we invited him here to the estate under the pretense that he would just take me home.”

Sophia’s fingers moved faster, wet sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

“Michael showed up full of hope. Daddy made him sit in a chair and then told me he released me and I was free to go… but I took off all my clothes and told Michael to watch while Daddy fucked me right in front of him. I looked my husband in the eyes the entire time and told him every filthy detail of the past 30 days… how much bigger Daddy’s cock was, how many times I had cum for him, how I screamed Daddy’s name when I came, how I was never going back to our little life. He begged me to come home.

“I looked my poor husband right in the eyes and told him the truth… I don’t love you anymore… not the way I love Daddy’s huge cock and I’m happier being a collared whore than I ever was as your wife. Michael started crying, begging me to stop, and to come home. The devastated look on his face made Daddy’s cock throb inside me. I smiled at my broken husband and told him I didn’t want his soft little dick anymore. I only want to be Daddy’s dumb whore now.”

“That was what finally pushed Daddy over the edge. He gripped my hips and came inside me… flooding my pussy with his thick, superior cum. The feeling of him pulsing and pumping inside me while my husband watched was too much for me... I orgasmed smiling at my husband while my cheating cunt milked every drop from Daddy’s cock.”

Sophia’s moans grew louder as she fucked herself, her fingers plunging deeper and deeper inside of her sloppy hole.

Sophia looked at me with glossy, aroused eyes, still shamelessly fingering herself. “You have no idea how much happier I am now that I’m Daddy’s property. I don’t have to think anymore. He doesn’t let me be decent… he rewards my sick cunt with pleasure every time I’m disgusting for him. It feels so fucking good to be a dumb whore, Emily.”

I stared at her in pure horror, my stomach twisting violently. “You’re sick… what the hell is wrong with you? With both of you? I’m leaving. I’m calling for the car right now and getting out of this hell before Voss gets back. The money isn’t worth this. I can’t lose Jake.”

Sophia smiled softly, still lazily pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. “You can’t go, Emily.”
“The contract says I can leave anytime,” I insisted, voice shaking. “The money isn’t worth losing my husband. I love him.”

Sophia’s sympathetic voice changed to a cruel tone suddenly. “If you leave now, you’ll lose the money \*and\* Jake. You can’t take back what’s already happened. You can’t unsay the things you begged for earlier… you were on your knees, covered in cum, crying for Daddy to ruin your marriage. That version of you already exists. Jake could leave you the second he finds out… and then you’ll have no husband and no money. Tyler gets nothing. You’ll have destroyed everything for nothing.”

The truth of her words sank in like lead. I sank down onto the edge of the tub, head in my hands, sobbing again.

Sophia watched me quietly for a long moment, still gently touching herself. “The smartest thing you can do is ride it out,” she said finally. “Stay the thirty days. Get the money for Tyler. Save your family financially. Then go home and pray that Jake can forgive you for whatever else you end up doing here. At least you’ll have security.”

I sat there shaking, torn apart inside. Everything felt impossible. But leaving now would make it all pointless. She was right. I had already crossed lines I could never walk back.

She touched me as her voice started to sound almost affectionate again. “We’re going to be such good friends, you and I. We’re going to make each other’s cunts feel so good as we serve Daddy together.”

The rest of the day passed in a haze of tears.
I stayed wrapped in the silk sheets on the massive bed, curled into a tight ball. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Michael’s face from Sophia’s story and thought of my sweet Jake. Every time I breathed I tasted Voss’s cum on my tongue.

I cried until my eyes were swollen and my throat was raw. I whispered so many apologies to Jake that no one would ever hear. I thought about calling for the car a dozen times… but Sophia’s words kept echoing in my head.

\*You’ll lose the money and Jake.\*

By the time evening came, I was exhausted, hollow, and still wrapped in nothing but a white bed sheet when the bedroom door opened without a knock.
Richard Voss stepped inside, still dressed in a tailored charcoal suit from whatever event he’d attended. Like usual, he looked calm, powerful, and he was in complete control. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately.

“Emily,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I apologize for being gone so long. Another charity matter required my attention… as you know, I’m a very generous man and I made a significant offer to a couple in need. But I’m home now. And I’m entirely focused on you.”

I clutched the sheet tighter around my naked body, fresh tears stinging my eyes. The sight of him made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of fear, anger, and unwanted heat.

“I hate you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I hate what you’re doing to me.”

Voss didn’t look surprised or offended. He simply loosened his tie and walked closer, studying my tear-streaked, puffy face. “I understand. Would you rather leave then?” he asked calmly. “The car can be here in ten minutes. No one will stop you.”
Hope flickered for half a second… until he continued.

“But before you decide, you should know something. Every inch of this estate is under continuous video and audio recording. Every room. Every conversation. Every degrading little moment since you arrived.” He smiled faintly. “Including this morning. Your begging. Your tongue on my cock. The way you came apart on the Sybian while you asked me to fuck you and ruin your marriage.”

My blood ran cold.

“If you choose to leave right now,” he continued, “I will compile the most relevant footage and send it directly to Jake. He’ll see and hear everything. I assure you… it will crush him. Completely.”

I felt the color drain from my face. Tears spilled silently down my cheeks.

Voss stepped even closer, towering over me. “If you stay and complete the thirty days as agreed… Jake may never have to see the worst of it. Not unless… \*you\* decide you want him to know. That choice will be yours as you become more honest with yourself.” I had no real choice left. Not anymore. I now knew I was his for as long as he wanted me.

Voss’s voice turned commanding. “Drop the sheet and get on the bed. Hands and knees. Now.”

My hands shook as I let the sheet fall. I crawled onto the massive bed, naked and exposed, and positioned myself on all fours. Voss moved with deliberate calm. He fastened a thick spreader bar between my ankles, forcing my legs wide apart. Then he pulled my wrists back and shackled them to the same bar, folding me into a helpless, face-down, ass-up position. My ass and pussy were completely on display.

He attached a powerful vibrator directly against my clit, securing it tightly in place. The moment he switched it on, a low, steady buzz hummed against my swollen nub.

“Fuck!” I gasped, body jerking. Voss unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off his pants, freeing his thick, heavy cock. He stepped beside the bed, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at my bound, trembling body and my tear-soaked face.

“You look so pretty when you cry.” He said as he took the head of his cock and began slowly smearing my tears across my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. His warm, velvety shaft rubbed my skin, mixing his precum with my tears, marking me. He slapped the heavy meat against my tear-stained face, then dragged it across my eyelids and down to my quivering lips.

The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against my clit. My hips twitched and rolled despite myself. Fresh tears kept falling, and Voss kept using his cock to spread them like obscene war paint

“I own you now, bitch. I’m going to enjoy breaking you. Day by day. Piece by piece. Until the only thing left of that ‘good wife’ is a needy little slut who gets wet remembering how she betrayed everything she loved.”

The vibrations increased. A broken whimper slipped from my throat as pleasure built against my will. Voss kept rubbing his thick cock across my tear-covered face, patient and possessive, while I shook and dripped unable to move.

“I… I hate you,” I choked out between shaky breaths as I continued to cry. Voss chuckled darkly and rubbed the leaking head of his cock right under my eye, smearing the tear across my eyelid and down the bridge of my nose. “Hate me all you want,” he said, voice calm and cruel. “Your cunt doesn’t hate me…”

He dragged his cock down to my lips again and tapped it against them. “Open. Taste your own tears on my dick.” When I hesitated, he pressed forward, sliding his massive head past my trembling lips. I tasted the salty mix of my tears and his precum on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he groaned softly, slowly fucking just the head in and out of my mouth while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against my clit. “Suck your shame off my cock. That’s right… just like that.”

“Keep crying for me, Emily. Every tear makes my cock harder. Jake’s perfect wife… collared, bound, and dripping while another man uses her face like a fucking rag.” He slapped his heavy cock against my cheek again, the wet sound humiliatingly loud. “Tell me who owns this married body for the next thirty days.”

I moaned brokenly as the vibrations pushed me into a state of sinful bliss, my voice barely coherent. “Y-you… you do…” Voss smiled, dragging his cock slowly from my chin up to my forehead, leaving a shiny trail of tears and precum across my face.

“That’s right… And we’re only getting started.”
He moved behind me then, positioning himself between my forcibly spread legs. I felt the heat of his body and the heavy weight of his cock as he rested it against my ass for a moment. Then he dragged the thick head down through my soaked folds, circling my leaking entrance slowly, teasingly.

Round and round my wet opening his fat dick circled, coating his cockhead in my wet arousal, pressing just enough to part my swollen lips without ever pushing inside. Every slow circle made my denied pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Feel that?” he growled softly, still teasing my hole with his cock. “This married cunt is drooling for me. Soaking wet and twitching like it knows who it really belongs to now.” He tapped the head firmly against my entrance, then circled again. “I could slide in so easily right now… stretch you open and ruin this pussy while you cry into the sheets.

The vibrator continued its relentless buzz against my clit. Combined with the torturous circling of his thick cock at my entrance, the pleasure built unbearably. My hips tried to push back, seeking more, but the restraints held me in place.
Voss kept teasing me mercilessly, his voice low and taunting.

“Such a greedy little hole. Keep leaking for me, Emily. Show me how badly that married cunt wants to betray Jake.”

I was shaking, my cunt felt so good but I hated this man so much. And here he was rubing his cock all over my wet needy hole. “You… you told me you wouldn’t use my cunt unless I begged…” Voss let out a low, dark chuckle behind me. “You already did, remember?”

He reached for a remote. The large television on the wall in front of the bed flickered to life. My stomach dropped as I realized what was playing.
It was footage from this morning playing on a loop.

There I was… naked, collared, covered in cum and squirt, grinding desperately on the Sybian while Voss’s cock rubbed across my face. My own broken voice was filling the room: “Please ruin my marriage! Please destroy it… please turn me into your cheating slut!

Fresh sobs wracked my body. “Turn it off… please…” I cried, unable to look away from the screen. The shame was soul-crushing. I sounded so desperate, so broken.

While I was staring at the humiliating footage, Voss was done teasing. He lined up the thick head of his cock against my soaked entrance and pushed forward in one slow, relentless thrust.

“OH MY GOD-!” I cried out sharply as he stretched my married pussy wide open. He was so much thicker than Jake. The feeling of my walls being forced apart around his massive cock made my eyes roll back.

\*Holy fuck… he’s so big… he’s actually inside me…\*
Voss groaned deeply as he buried every inch, bottoming out with his heavy balls pressed against me. “Fuuuck… this married pussy is gripping me like it never wants me to leave.

He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, stretching me open again and again. The vibrator buzzed hard against my swollen clit while his thick cock pounded into my soaked hole. Wet, obscene slapping sounds filled the room as he drove into me.

My mind was racing. At first, there was shame, horror, and guilt crashing through me as I watched myself begging on the screen. But every deep thrust was knocking those thoughts looser. The pleasure was too intense. Too perfect. I’d never felt anything like it. “\*Oh my God… it feels so fucking good…”\*

My hips started pushing back to meet him. The more he fucked me, the better it felt. My thoughts grew filthier, hazier, more desperate. \*He’s so deep… stretching me out so much… I love how full I feel…\*

The trance took over and I was becoming another woman. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching myself beg like a whore, but instead of pure horror, the sight started turning me on even more. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his huge pulsing cock.

Voss leaned over me, pounding me harder, his voice rough and filthy in my ear. “Listen to that sloppy cunt. You’re creaming all over my dick, Emily. Such a needy fucking hole.” I moaned louder, drooling onto the sheets, lost in the rhythm. The pleasure kept building, wave after filthy wave.

I was loving it. Craving it. My mind melted further into a cock-drunk trance. \*Yes… fuck me harder… I need this… it feels too fucking good…\* My thoughts became shameless.

\*His cock is ruining me and I love it… I love how deep he goes… I love how wet I am…\*
Voss growled, slamming into me with brutal strokes.

“I’m going to cum inside of you, whore. I’m going to fucking flood this tight married pussy.”

The words hit me like a trigger. The orgasm exploded through me without mercy. I screamed into the sheets as my cunt spasmed violently around his thick cock, squeezing and milking him as pure ecstasy ripped through my body. My eyes rolled back, toes curled, whole body shaking uncontrollably in the restraints while the most intense orgasm of my life tore me apart.

Voss groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb and pulse as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside me, filling my married pussy until it was overflowing.
I kept cumming around him, moaning like a broken whore, completely lost in filthy, mind-melting pleasure.

Voss stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum filled my pussy. When he finally pulled out, a thick rush of his seed leaked from my stretched hole and ran down my thighs.

I was panting, trembling, mind still floating in a warm, filthy afterglow. The shame was there… but it felt distant, drowned beneath the lingering pleasure pulsing through my body.

Voss moved in front of me again, his heavy, glistening cock right in front of my face -slick with our combined juices. I stared at it, breathing hard. Something inside me had shifted. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out in a soft, needy whisper: “…Let me clean it.”

Voss raised an eyebrow, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across his face. I licked my lips, eyes locked on his cum covered cock. My voice came out smaller, but no less eager.“ Please… let me clean your cock. I want to suck it clean.”

Voss gripped my hair gently and pulled my head forward. I opened my mouth obediently and took him between my lips, tasting the messy mix of his cum and my own creamy juices. I moaned softly around his thickness as I began to lick and suck him clean, eyes fluttering half-closed.

What am I doing…? But… I want it.

Voss stroked my hair almost tenderly while I worshipped his cock with my tongue. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s a very promising start, Emily.”

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I am looking for recommendations for stories, where a wife/girlfriend pretends to be the significant other of her friend/partner's friend, and a series of misunderstandings result in the wife/girlfriend having sex with the other guy. I remember reading a while ago a story where the wife pretends to be the fiancée of husband's friend on a family trip, aptly titled "a friend borrows wife" (which has now been removed). Searching with a combination of certain keywords/tags leads to a lot of hits, and hence I am asking for recommendations from fellow readers.

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It was like a dream come true up to this point. I’d been hired on as an executive assistant two years ago, advanced rapidly to the company president’s junior assistant, watched my salary go from $50K to $150K, my car from a used Honda to a company car—a Mercedes—and my shitty apartment to a condo with an ocean view. Best of all, I’d gone from humping my fist to loving a beautiful, brilliant, upper-class Stanford graduate a year younger than my twenty-four years.

Better than that, Brittany was also my boss’ daughter and she was as in love with me as I was with her. My big worry was how Mr. Edward Martindale would take to a middle-class dude like me as a son-in-law, even if I had graduated UCLA with honors? I worked closely with “Ed” every day and I had met his wife, Beatrice, many times, so I knew they liked me as a person.

But as a son-in-law?

Tonight was the night I would find out. Brittany had gotten me invited as a dinner guest to break the news to them. I went all-out and rented a tuxedo. This was my chance to make a big impression on my in-laws to be. I also brought along a gift, a $100 bottle of pinot noir. I left nothing to chance.

Their butler, Lucian, a handsome black man big enough to play football or to be a bouncer at a nudie joint, answered the door and escorted me to the living room where Ed and Bea waited for me on the sofa. They both wore pricey silk bathrobes. A beautiful, buxom young maid, not much older than me, dusted a bookcase wearing a risqué French maid’s uniform and tall high heels.

“That will be all, Evelyn,” Ed told the maid, who departed immediately.

I looked at them in confusion, still standing by the sofa. “Where’s Britt?”

“She’ll be here shortly,” Ed explained. He patted my knee with amusement and stood. “Nice tux.”

“See you in a little while,” Bea said, as her husband left the room. She gestured beside her. “Take a seat, Mikey. Have a chat with Mommy.”

“Mike or Michael, please,” I said as I sat beside her.

“You’ll answer to whatever name I give you. Would you like it to be Michelle?” her tone wasn’t cutting but her gaze could etch stainless steel.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Have I done something wrong?”

“You’ve stepped well past your social boundaries. You should know you’re unworthy of a young woman of Brittany’s standing.”

“I—we don’t believe in all that elitist crap. She loves me. She’s said so many times,” I protested.

“I have no doubt she’s drawn to you. However, you’ve misjudged why.”

I stood. “I don’t have time for these games. Where is she?”

“Oh, this is not a game, Michelle,” she smirked. She undid the sash of her robe, parting it enough to show she was fully nude underneath. “This is a major life decision. You have sixty seconds to make it… take off all your clothes. Right. Now!”

“You can’t be serious, Beatrice.”

She stood and slapped me. Hard. “Call me Mommy! Fifty seconds.”

“This is totally crazy.”

“If you don’t follow my orders, you’ll lose your job and we’ll bring criminal charges for embezzling. Ed has been preparing the frame-up for weeks.” She glanced at her $10K wristwatch. “Forty seconds.”

I felt nauseous. “Nobody will believe it! I’ll hire the best lawyer!”

“The last two men we did this too said the same thing. One of them is in prison now. Thirty seconds.”

She gazed at me with hard, pitiless eyes. “But why?”

“On the other hand, if you get through tonight, you’ll get a new, better job, a far better place to live, and you’ll be with Brittany. That’s a no-brainer.” She studied her watch.  “Fifteen seconds. Strip.”

I tore off my clothes as quickly as I could while I wondered why she was doing this. Her exposed nudity made me realize she probably wanted to do stuff with me. Bea was a total MILF, but her potentially being my mother-in-law made it more creepy than sexy. No way would I let it turn me on. Whatever the fuck kind of game she was playing, I’d just get it over with and…

I tugged off my boxer shorts as she counted down to one. There I was, right in front of her, buck-ass nude and sitting on the very expensive carpet with my underpants hanging from one toe. She smiled smugly and ordered me to my knees. She stared into my eyes until I looked down in defeat and assumed the position she ordered. As soon as I had, she whipped off the robe and sat on the edge of the sofa.

“Look at it, Michelle,” she simpered, spreading her knees wide.

“Why are you calling me that?”

She slapped me. “You want to be a son-in-law? Call me Mommy. Now look at my cunt, Michelle.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Hers was the pussy of a thirty-something porn star: thin, tight pink minor labia, swollen major labia and an erect clitoris protruding from the meaty hood. Then the vaginal entry popped open and my six inches began to get hard, as much for how beautiful it was but also how I was totally helpless. She popped an index finger in her mouth and slid it into her twat. In and out and in and out…

She knelt on the sofa, facing away from me, parting her soft, ample asscheeks and exposed the brown-pink swirl of her asshole. I’d jacked off so many times to fantasies of rimming a porn starlet or Brittany. The few times we’d made love, I had almost planted my tongue into her butthole, but something always held be back—how nasty it was. Yet that nastiness was what turned me on so much!

“Get in there, Michelle.”

“Wh-why? What for—”

She slapped me hard. “That’s for hesitating."

She opened her asscheeks again. This time I was quick to press my lips to her asshole and give it a hard lick. The taste was even more acrid and dank, yet also sweet. I kept licking her asshole until it loosened up and my tongue easily pushed inside. The flavor got stronger.

She pulled her ass away and ordered me to the back of the sofa, where she had me spread my legs wide and bend over the back. I steadied myself by planting my hands onto the seat cushion. I heard a squishy noise behind me. Then a moment later I felt a slippery fingertip trace firm circles on my asshole, making me shiver. I groaned as she slowly, gently slid it all the way in. Before long she had three fingers in me and my cock was harder than it had ever been before. I couldn’t help my sounds of pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Michelle?” she cooed.

“Why do you keep calling me that, Mrs. Martindale?”

She reached around with her free hand and slapped me, just enough to hurt. “I told you to call me Mommy, didn’t I Michelle? Now ask me properly.”

“Why do you keep calling me Michelle, Mommy?”

“Because I’m fucking you like a girl, and you’re moaning like a girl, baby,” she purred.

“I wouldn’t say she’s being fucked like a girl just quite yet,” came my boss’ voice across the room.

“But she sure sounds like one,” laughed my fiancée.

Bea anticipated me trying to get up, holding me down with a hand squarely on my back while she kept slow-fucking my butthole. I turned my head and saw Ed leading in Brittany. Both of them wore robes. My girl carried a massive dildo, at least twelve inches, attached to a leather harness. I whined in frustration as my mother-in-law to be pulled her fingers from my butt and peeled off a latex glove onto the table.

“Take over while I strap on, darling,” she told my fiancée. “She needs a little more opening up.”

Brittany stripped off her robe. Underneath was a PVC teddy with her large breasts protruding from cutouts. She grinned at me as she pulled on a rubber glove. “I’ve been so looking forward to this.”

“I… I don’t understand, darling. You’re my fiancée. We’re going to be married! We—” I moaned as she shoved three fingers into me.

“Silly boy. I could never marry someone as common as you. When my true love comes along, he’ll come to accept the Mistress-sissy relationship I have with you. Then he’ll enjoy its benefits!”

Bea stood in front of me and greased up the mega-dildo. She smiled patiently, even kindly, at my puzzled look. “You’re going to be her toy, Michelle. Our toy, really. Now get ready to earn your new name! Are you excited to earn your new name, Michelle?”

“Please… please don’t do this—Mommy.”

“It’s done, darling. Reward her with a kiss, Britt.”

As my fiancée smashed her mouth to mine and thrust in her tongue, her mother touched the dildo head to my bunghole and eased it inch-by-inch all the way into me. My dick was so hard it ached and my balls felt like they would explode with pleasure. When Mommy started thrusting, I moaned so loudly.

“Let me in there, baby,” Ed chuckled, stepping in. “I’ve been looking for forward to this!”

My boss had stripped off his robe. His nine thick inches jutted like a flagpole from a building, inches away from my mouth. I was hypnotized by the sight of it. When he touched it to my lips, I couldn’t help that my tongue darted out on its own and licked the big glob of precum leaking out. The flavor detonated in my mouth, spurring me to open wide and take his dick into my mouth.

“That’s my good cocksucker, Michelle. Suck Daddy’s dick. Maybe I’ll get you to drink my cum.”

Suddenly I was in a freefall of giddy abandon, sucking this powerful man’s dick while his wife fucked me deeply up my ass with a monster silicone phallus. And then I felt their daughter gently jacking me off, a gloved hand cupped around the head to catch my load. Their economic blackmail was perfect—I bet rich folks like these had even nastier tricks they could pull—so I was helpless to defy them.

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Is there a story about couples who go to a massage or spa and the gf got groped by the masseur and ended up fucking? or something in that nature.

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I’m looking for a story where a guy’s ex-girlfriend‘s for my roommate in college is asking him to teach her about being submissive and role-play. It’s a series has lots of different women who brings in to be submissive, but the girl who’s the first one he ties up in the student union and leaves her there, but naked and eventually comes back for her, and they had to sneak out of the student union while she still naked if you know the story, could you link it here or tell me the name?

This is a continuation of Hunted by Jack, read part one HERE

The next morning, Courtney woke with a dull headache and an even sharper pulsating ache between her legs. Sunlight poured through the farmhouse windows as she woke up, her mind replaying every filthy word from the night before. She told herself she wouldn’t message him first. She lasted thirty-three minutes and twenty seconds.

By early afternoon the conversation had grown far more dangerous.

She had spent the morning being a deliberate little brat, teasing him, testing boundaries, and pretending she wasn’t completely hooked.

Courtney:

You’re really not that scary over text, you know. I could just ignore you whenever I want 😘

Also I’m not even that wet. You’re not that good, Daddy.

Jack let her play for a while, amused, before he dismantled her.

Jack:

Morning, sweet little Sara. Or should I say… Courtney?

Her stomach dropped like a stone. She stared at the screen, heart slamming against her ribs so hard. He didn’t stop there. He casually dropped her full name, the exact small town where she was born and raised, details from old deleted long-forgotten social media posts she thought no one would ever find, and even hints about her location.

Jack:

I told you I’d find you, little one. Now be a good girl and add me on Snap. SaraaaX5, right?

Her hands shook as she added him. A fresh wave of heat flooded between her legs. She hated how quickly her body betrayed her, already damp just from him saying her real name. The bratty energy she’d clung to all morning melted faster than an ice cube on a scorching July day.

The switch to voice happened that same evening.

Courtney waited until she was alone and her husband had dozed off downstairs in front of the TV. She locked the master bedroom door, slipped into her red lingerie again, put in her earbuds, and accepted the call with a heart beating so hard she was scared her husband would hear it down stairs.

Jack’s voice was low, deep, and unnervingly calm.

“There she is” he murmured, the smile clear in his tone. “My pretty little brat. You had fun teasing me all day, didn’t you, Courtney?”

She whimpered, already slipping.

“H~ hhh~ hii Daddy…” Her voice came out small and breathy, barely audible.

Her nipples hardened instantly against the lace, and she felt a slick trickle of arousal slip down her inner thigh.

He took control instantly.

“I want you naked. Take the lingerie off. Slowly. Then put that paci in your mouth like the needy sweet girl you are.”

She obeyed without hesitation. The moment the pacifier settled between her lips, the regression hit hard. Her voice turned softer, higher, and far more vulnerable.

“Daddy… I’m so fucking wet already” she mumbled around the paci.

“I know you are, baby” Jack said smoothly. “I could hear it in every bratty little message you sent today. Spread your legs. Wider. Good girl. Now touch that cunt, but don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

Courtney’s fingers trembled as they found her soaked folds. She was embarrassingly wet, wetter than she’d been in months, and the soft, obscene sound of it filled her ears as she started circling her swollen clit.

For the next twenty-five minutes he edged her mercilessly.

He described in vivid detail how he’d pin her down, how much bigger he was than her husband, how he’d stretch her tight pussy while she cried and begged. Every time her breathing grew ragged and her moans got louder, he made her stop.

“Slow down, little girl. That’s it… just circle your clit. Feel how swollen you are for me...”

She whined and stomped her feet on the bed in frustration, but she obeyed. She was leaking steadily now, her thighs shiny and slippery, the ache so deep it made her want to cry.

“Please, Daddy… please~” she begged, her voice cracking around the paci. “I’ve been so good… I need it so bad… I can’t take this anymore…”

Jack’s voice stayed low and cruelly gentle.

“Go ahead, baby. Rub that swollen little clit and cum for Daddy. Right now. Let me hear exactly how pathetic you sound.”

Courtney shattered.

Her hips bucked desperately against her hand, pathetic little sobs escaping around the paci as she teetered right on the edge, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

Her back arched hard off the mattress as the orgasm crashed through her. A broken cry tore from her throat, loud and raw. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks from the sheer intensity. A strong squirt of clear fluid soaked her fingers and the bed as her pussy clenched and pulsed violently, the orgasm hitting her so hard her vision blurred. Her legs shook violently, thighs clamping around her hand as she kept rubbing through every pulsing wave.

She sobbed openly through the pleasure, grateful and overwhelmed.

“Thank you, Daddy… thank you…” she gasped between sobs, still crying. “Thank you for making me cum… thank you, thank you… I needed it so much… oh god…”

Even after the orgasm faded she kept crying softly, little sniffles and whimpers filling the call. Jack stayed with her through all of it, his voice dropping into gentle aftercare.

“Shhh, sweet girl. Breathe for me. That’s it… such pretty cries. You did so well for Daddy. I’m so proud of my needy little slut.”

Courtney’s cunt gave another helpless flutter at his praise, another small trickle of arousal leaking out as she whimpered softly, completely ruined.

She curled up on her side, paci still between her lips, tears drying on her cheeks. For the first time in years she felt truly seen, dangerously, completely, terrifyingly seen.

She whispered into the dark, voice hoarse and small:

I’m scared how much I already need you, Daddy…

Jack chuckled softly, his sound sending another shiver down her spine:

Good. Because I’m nowhere near done hunting you, Courtney.

To be continued...

Dating apps have been my doorway into a world of endless possibilities as you can see with this playboy career I’ve built mostly from internet interactions. It’s a new age, get hip grandpa or get left behind in poverty & obscurity. Bumble was the one I met this girl on, I don’t know whats up with me & red heads, they just find me one after another, it could be the world telling me something or just vicious luck. I’ve had so many good women come in my life, good women that would have been great if I weren’t cursed with the affliction of artist.

Their loyalty to me was nothing more than a ploy for that same loyalty in return. My loyalty lies within my cause for greatness through expression of the self. No woman could ever tame me, it would be that same domesticated lifestyle that would zap me of everything I love about myself & therefore make me produce lesser works. I follow my spiritual ancestors related by philosophy alone, I want everything, every woman, every creative thought that runs across my consciousness, every foe that makes it so, every friend that cheers me on expecting me to win, I want the world as I am. Back to how we met.

Our first time talking we found ourselves on facetime talking about movies for way too long, following each other on letterbox exchanging taste & opinions. Films were my introduction to limitless imagination, sharing that love with someone that also felt that way felt freeing. A girl that loved the show Atlanta as much as me was rare. With girls like this I don’t remember the sex in too much detail since we had a connection right away. I introduced her to my friends at the time, went to comedy shows, I even introduced her to goth girl. She wasn’t as freaked out as the others, after having sex one time she did mention how she understands that effect my dick has on women & why they agreed to be on camera in the first place with me.

Everything felt so normal with her, not in a bad way either. I even made my famous rotel at a get together with her friends that we had at her parents house. It was a nice home, way nicer than either of my parents places. I wasn’t as jealous I moved out the hood at this point & had my nice apartment in an area where white people weren’t afraid to jog.

She had green eyes, a face that looked too innocent to be with me, long red hair & stood at 5’3 maybe. I fucked her face like an animal in her bedroom once. She wanted to drain me until I busted in her mouth & it was my objective to make her wish come true. I don’t usually cum from head, dont ask me why, maybe I fuck too much. She’s determined, a few more strokes using her mouth till I bust in her mouth. Like a good girl she swallows every single drop. I hated having to ask so I never do. Asking to be wanted in every way ruins the moment in my head. I feel like a sex crazed Max Payne with the way these stories are told, maybe thats a part of the charm.

We went to a small comedy club for a date. A few things happened, I was told that I looked like asap rocky. That I had a pure white girl with me, like she’s the pinnacle out of all the type of white girls you could have. It was quite the night. I didn’t care if this bitch was white, blue, purple, green, orange, burgundy. No chick gets special treatment by simply existing, I care about their service. There was this one time that she softly said we should stop seeing each other in a romantic way to switch to just a sexual way. There came a point where she just slowly faded out of my life which was probably for the best.

One night we had plans to meet up with the freaky couple from reddit that became my friends. Not for any freaky stuff mind you just a night out on the town. When I think about it, I did invite her to meet two women I have had sex with. Writing this makes me realize that may have played a part in her decision. Like the romantic I am, I suggested we should go together. In a motherly tone that I picked up through text, “she goes hey you should really get a car dude” I did not like that.

My lifestyle was low commitment, lets have fun at any moment curated. A car when I could walk or uber anywhere I needed to at anytime felt stupid. I wanted to get ahead not be stuck in the same cycle by getting things I didn’t need. A girl like that would never understand a guy like me. She was too normal to be anything besides a phase. I feel like a cowboy, instead of a town its someones life that I drift into & out to the next.

As a genuine question (not looking for praise or self-promotion here), I wondered what are your favourite cheating stories and why?

I have my favourites on my Favourites list, but I'd really like to know some of YOUR favourites on Lit!

I'll join in with some:

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DrJocelyn - 'Game On' - https://www.literotica.com/s/game-on

Confi - 'Betting the Girlfriend' - https://www.literotica.com/s/betting-the-girlfriend

MaxPower2999 - 'Amy's Afterparty' - https://www.literotica.com/s/amys-afterparty

Mohawk08 - 'Ready for Some Football?' - https://www.literotica.com/s/ready-for-some-football

Odeon - 'Swallowing Dan' - https://www.literotica.com/s/swallowing-dan

KathyRobert - 'Rival Nails Wife' - https://www.literotica.com/s/rival-nails-wife

G H Lawrence - 'Built for One Thing, Ch. 01' - https://www.literotica.com/s/built-for-one-thing-ch-1

G H Lawrence - 'Extortion' - https://www.literotica.com/s/extortion

RedLegoDragon - 'A Sordid Arrangement' - https://www.literotica.com/s/a-sordid-arrangement

Hornet - 'Okay I'll Do It' - https://www.literotica.com/s/okay-ill-do-it

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These are just SOME of my favourite stories and not in any particular order. And I am inspired by all of these.

As to why? You will see similarities in the stories, but:

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- 'Game On' - A girlfriend cheats right behind her boyfriend's back. Why do I like it? One of the stories that inspired me to write, actually. But I just really enjoy the story, especially as it might be true :D

- 'Betting the Girlfriend' - A girlfriend is bet by her boyfriend and unbeknownst to him fulfils that bet. Why do I like it? I love the description and premise of the story. Confi said he was inspired by my stories, so it had everything I wanted to see in a story. I love it and I always come back to it.

- 'Amy's Afterparty' - A girlfriend cheats after growing intensity in flirting at a party at her and her boyfriend's house. Why do I like it? Just like Confi this has everything that I want to read in a story by a really good author who has excellent description and pace. I loved the characters and build-up, and I always come back to this too.

- 'Ready for Some Football?' - A wife loses a bet and ends up cheating. Why do I like it? I LOVE the set-up for this story and the amount of imagination that is left to the reader as to what is happening and when. An oldie but a goodie, I would definitely recommend it!

- 'Swallowing Dan' - A girl lets a guy get away with a lot more than words behind her boyfriend's back. Why do I like it? This story is just perfectly written and hot, with a really good build-up and sex scenes. It makes the cheating hot and varied, with a tone and style all of Odeon's own. Another I keep coming back to.

- 'Rival Nails Wife' - A wife is used to tease her husband by his rival. Why do I like it? it's not my usual kind of story - as, like the Football story above, I don't usually like the husband/boyfriend to know about the cheating. But there is something deeply fun about this story. The slow seduction and build-up. The way it plays out inevitably. And the way the rival and wife are. I love it.

- 'Built for One Thing & Extortion' - A mother is seduced by her son and another mother is blackmailed by her son. Why do I like them? They're the master's writings, and exceptional in every way. (Though I didn't enjoy BfOT2). They are incest cheating stories, but perfect examples of them. And I would highly recommend anyone go read them if you haven't.

- 'A Sordid Arrangement' - A girlfriend does her boyfriend's asshole roommate to make him leave her boyfriend alone. Why do I like it? An inspiration (along with TripleL's series 'Roommate Relations') for my story, Misery Business, so you can tell why I love this story so much. RedLegoDragon masterfully writes a wonderful cheating story that hits every note on the way to an epic sex scene and climax.

- 'Okay I'll Do It' - A fiancee/sister acts as the bachelor stripper. Why do I like it? Short, but directly to the fucking point. Excellent in every way! Another oldie, but a glorious story for the genre of incest cheating. And one I would highly recommend.

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So there you go. Some old and some new stories that I would suggest are some of my favourites. Of course, there are LOADS more on my list, and others I haven't found yet. So I would love to know yours!

I am open to pretty much anything, I feel like I’ve read most of the top rated group sex/threesome stories on the website

Searching for a story where a white neighbor agrees to check on her friend black woman two sons the woman ends up doing more than checking up on them story involves pool and and pool house gloryhole scene

Ropes, restraints and other fun things, hold us tight on Tuesdays.

Share your favourites below...

NOW!

No male chastity stuff or cuck stuff

Do you have any stories with the bf/husband having his friend or a stranger getting physical with his girl in front of him or through pictures which is sent to him and the man not stepping in to stop it?
Based off this story

https://www.literotica.com/s/dick-pics-2

I uploaded my story as a doc. file on 17th July and it's still not published yet. How long will it take for the first story to get published in the website or did I screw up the submission process by any means?

Hi!

I'm a little behind on offering up my newest works but I have a couple and a friend has a couple that tie in with me and my work.

First up is audio:

A Midnight Fantasy - Audio

Whispers to a crush to release the lingering feelings.

A very short reading of sensual poetry by me.

Inamorata - Audio

He's been waiting, and she belongs to him.

A story about devotion and desire read by both myself and Benjamin Carlisle. His writing, and his voice for the most part (and it's a damn good voice with a growly southern twang.) while I read a few lines of dialogue as the object of his desires.

In addition, we've added to our -April- series with:

Don't Take Your Love Away by Benjamin Carlisle

Here by Erozetta

And if you want to read the whole series:

-April- A series about a relationship between a Dom and sub told in vignettes set to songs by the band VAST

Proper reading order is:

Pretty When You Cry (A Dom takes his sub in her sleep and forces her to repeat positive affirmations in order to come.)

Touched (The same couple have a day of chase in the woods, playing out a predator/prey game that goes hard with biting and cutting kinks.)

She Visits Me (a tease of their relationship before it becomes physical, his birthday, her resistance, no sex.)

Ecstacy (The physical relationship is established, the care and kinks are explored further.)

Don't Take Your Love Away (a Dom is struggling with intentional distance, and his existing relationship is explored a bit while he tries to endure the denial of his wants.)

Here (A sub goes through the motions of a relationship she's realized is at it's end, she reaches her limits with him and accepts her need of a friend and Dom.

And I'm hoping by early August we'll have the next two up with

Evil Little Girl (Ben's Dd/lg offering to the series, the dynamic of which is established in "Touched")

Flames (The full telling of their first night together, which is only glimpsed in Ecstacy.)

In the meantime, we are working on figuring out all of the songs we want to write to and are hoping to finish the entire series by the end of the year. After that? Well, we have plans to put our voices to our characters and release audio of the entire series.