Claire Parker Kinky and Ravished

This is a story about cuckold clean up and erotic humiliation. If that doesn't float your boat please don't read further. * I was lying in bed with my eyes closed but unable to sleep when my phone dinged. It was just past 2 AM. Juliet had texted me, "Can I come over?" "You have the key, don't you?" I heard her phone buzz and her key in the door immediately. I smiled to myself -- it was just like Juliet to ask to come over when she was already over. Hell, we essentially lived together. My apartment was tiny and Juliet quickly sprung the few steps to my bed and jumped on me. She smelled of sex. Even in my dimly lit studio I could see her mascara was a mess and her hair in tangles. She was tipsy and laughed as she leaned in to kiss me. I heard one shoe hit the floor quickly followed by another. Our tongues met and danced. I could feel my excitement grow as I cupped her ass through her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. Our lips parted as she sat up a...

Dear Reader, If you've read chapters 1-4 and are now ready to read chapter 5 of my story - a huge thank you! If you are starting at chapter 5, I strongly encourage you to start at chapter 1 so the story will make a lot more sense to you. This story features women being called sluts and sexually objectified. Just know all sexual acts are consensual and enjoyed by all participating parties. As a warning - this story features the piercing of nipples and the labia. As a woman who very much loves her very private piercings, and would love a few more, I also know piercings are not for everyone. This story works to convey my love of piercings. If you think this will bother you, I suggest skipping over the part about Amanda and Sabina getting their girly bits and bobbles pierced. However, I also request, especially if you have enjoyed this story so far, that you not skip over this entire chapter. I promise not every part of this story will be about Amanda and Sabina's piercings. Fina...

I didn't see or hear from Heather for a couple of days. My phone was always at my side. It's funny because I always complained about being ruled by a phone and swore to never do it, but since Heather had come back, I kept it close at hand because if she called and Cheri answered there would be hell to pay. I still had no interest in sex with my wife, but I was horny all the time. Ever since Heather and I fucked I was masturbating again while watching porn. I was hard all the time and I constantly looked at my phone hoping for her call. I also felt guilty about it. My wife didn't suspect at all. Or maybe she did. Things didn't feel right around the house. I wasn't sure if it was me feeling guilty or not, but she seemed more distant than usual. She left for work without waking me. She came home from work and buried herself in her bible or in work related texts. I asked her if anything was wrong and she just said she had a lot to catch up on. Nothing more. I worried...

All persons are over the age of 18, and all characters and locations are totally fictional. None of these parts or chapters stand alone. The narrative picks up where the previous one left off. Saturday, continued: Returning to the Harrisons' home, Maggie was at a bit of a loss. David had asked that they slow down the physical aspect of their relationship (Really? What guy ever asks that?), so making out was likely not going to be acceptable either. Rose and Alan were heads-down over a notepad, writing out lists of some sort. Then it occurred to her: ask David what he would like for them to do. He was in the basement doing his laundry. Maggie quietly descended from the kitchen and stole up behind David as he was sorting his clothing in preparation for washing. She kissed the back of his neck while at the same time she wrapped her arms around him. David startled a little at the unexpected contact, then turned around in her grasp and wrapped her in his arms too. Hugging her closely,...

Chapter 9. Two Plus One. Now that Paul was taken care of, Cynthia had half an hour to freshen up before Danny arrived. In deference to his approval of the red blouse, she chose another silk one, grey this time, complemented by a short, flared tartan skirt, black hold-ups, and red satin panties. She didn't spare the perfume. That at least was not going to be wasted on Paul either -- smell being the one sense remaining to him. At three exactly there was a knock at the door, and there was Danny, smiling but a bit sheepish, in jeans and an open-necked shirt. "Hi... Is it all right to come in...?" "Course, idiot! Get in here!" "Okay...I was wondering...that's all...your husband...you got rid of him then?" "Got rid of him?" laughed Cynthia. "What, do you think I did him in or something?" "No... I mean, he's going to be out for a while...I hope." "Out? No, darling. He's upstairs in the bedroom." Danny...

Meagan was in her happy place, sprawled naked in her husband Todd's lap. They were sitting in their big executive office chair in their small home office. She had a fistful of Todd's hard prick and he had two fingers up her snatch. On the desk in front of them sat their laptop, opened to an amateur porn website. They had recently posted photos of themselves in various sexual positions and they were reviewing the comments made by other members. Meagan was getting increasingly turned on with every one she read. Some were rather innocuous, like, "What a great body." Or, "She is so sexy!". While others went into graphic detail about the things the viewer would love to do to her. "I want to eat your pussy until you cum all over my face, then fuck you until I'm ready to cum all over yours." And, "We should spit roast her. She would love it!". "I want to cum all over her tits." "Can I give her sweet ass my hard cock?" W...

Corruption of Rome X By John Bear Jr. Charlotte had convinced Marianne to meet her for an evening meal. The sun had begun setting already and the wind was warm. Charlotte brought red wine from the market to have with their meal at Marianne's home. Marianne lived in a small building on the outskirts of Arles. It was hardly furnished, except by an inordinate amount of literature. Marianne confessed that the mess was a result of the several projects she was working on at once. She didn't have time to clean. Charlotte couldn't help but remember the saucy evenings Marianne had planned for the statesmen and their mistresses. She tried to remember if she had ever participated in any of the orgies she planned. Charlotte didn't think so. Marianne had seen Charlotte at her events. Marianne often supervised the participants to make sure that things were flowing. She had marvelled at Charlotte's undying enthusiasm and delight. Charlotte could both submit and dominate as neede...