Sissy Step-Dad Pt. 03

This story contains offensive language. Enjoy! Tyrell "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Emmanuel asked when I walked in the kitchen. After driving around all last night trying to keep myself from cursing Bassir out I ended up at his house. No fucking body was home so I drove back home and went to sleep. I've been up all night thinking about this one nigga. I ain't never been pressed over a bitch so to be pressed over a nigga is mind blowing to me. I can't possibly want to be with him even though that's what every fiber in my being is telling me. "Nothing nigga leave me alone. All in my shit like you the damn cops." He flipped me off walking away. I'm not in the mood for his shit. I got class anyway and I'm ready to curse Bassir out. I tucked my gun in my pants and left out. I got to class before everybody else. Bassir hadn't even come in yet. He still wasn't here when people started rolling in. That's not like him. "Hey I&

Dear readers, it has come to my attention that some of my stories have been plagiarised on Literotica. If you want to use any of my works as the basis for your own, it's fine, go ahead, you have my permission providing: 1. You do not use word for word extracts 2. You notify me and credit me at the beginning of the story Thank you and happy reading. * * * * * The next day was beautiful, a cloudless blue sky. It was only 7 AM but already quite humid. I relished the cycle to work, the early summer heat, the breeze in my hair, the bare legs of pretty female cyclists at the traffic lights. Parking my bike at the stand, I unlocked our office door and headed for the kitchen to brew a cup of tea. After a few hours the humidity started to become quite uncomfortable. The air-conditioning wasn't working. I checked the circuit breakers. Everything seemed fine so I returned to the office and asked Sheila, our secretary, to call the air-conditioning service. My phone rang; an internal call

"If you don't stop it's going to get messy." We were at our favorite Mexican restaurant munching on nachos waiting for our enchiladas. And my foot was firmly planted in Frank's crotch. Rubbing my foot up and down a little I said, "messy for you maybe." Just as the server brought us our main course Frank tensed up and went quiet. I knew he was cumming in his pants. "In the immortal words of Oliver and Hardy," Frank said, "Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten me into." We enjoyed pushing the edge in public. Frank usually had me wearing a remote control vibrating egg in my pussy. I've cum several times in this very same restaurant when it was his turn to be Master. "You know, this Mistress/Master thing would be more fun if we lived together," Frank said. We talked about it while we ate our enchiladas and I eventually "succumbed" to his argument. We decided he should move in with me. His small stu

Hey! I wrote some fetish stuff because I felt like it. Anyone not into wetting will likely want to skip this one because that's most of what's going on. Wetting, humiliation, mind control, and dream warping. Someone messes with their partner's dreams and while I personally think that's hot, I understand if you don't wanna read that kinda thing. (Thanks to my coolpal Emma for reading this through ******************************* Mia huffed. "But you'd look so cute in wet pants!" "I dunno about that," Sandra said, rolling her eyes. She carried the plates back into the kitchen and started scraping. She still had on her work clothes from the office despite having just enjoyed a fun movie marathon. The movie had just wrapped and their dinner finished when, inevitably, the topic turned back to kink. "Oh c'mon, you won't even try it?" Mia asked for the dozenth time. She wore her sweater and tights combination, the latter still a l

I was staying at a hotel in San Francisco several years ago. I advertised on Craigslist (when this was still productive) looking to hook up with another guy. I was really hoping to find a hung stud to fuck my willing ass, since I am normally a submissive bottom, but I knew that was a rarity. I do sometimes enjoy playing the top/Dom role as well, and there's never any shortage of bottoms! I do like to fuck, though, and most bottoms aren't willing to take a fairly thick cock. I finally got a response from a guy who was staying in another hotel about two blocks away who wanted to be fucked. He was smaller, about 5'6" and liked bigger, "beefy" guys, which I am. We emailed back and forth a little and established that we were both married, both bi, and both in town on business. We even work in the same industry, but were in town for different reasons. I went over to his hotel and he let me into the room. He was already naked. A little younger than me and slim, he

Billy told me when we got back home Darren had proposed marriage while they were together, not till after graduation. Billy was over the moon, he planned to move in with Darren once he was done, Darren had a job offer for Billy he could not refuse. Scott and I had discussed he and I cohabitating, but I was not ready to marry him yet. Life went on, Billy and I talked with our guys nightly, we spend the summer with them, Scott and I travelled on his motorcycle, Darren and Billy tagged along. We had an amazing summer, camping in a tent, sunning on the beach, taking hotel rooms when we needed a shower, it truly was amazing. With one more year of classes, we were getting closer to being done and being in the work world. Billy and Darren planned their wedding, it would be a small informal ceremony Scott standing for Darren, myself for Billy. A party afterwards, the two of them flying off to Hawaii for their honeymoon. It's amazing how quickly time flies by, the year coming to a close,