Her Witness (A Lesbian Agent)

Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh yeah?" I reply, because I'm not a complete douchebag. "Where? The mall?" "I live like two blocks away from you, dumbass. I saw you in your car." "Okay." God, I haven't been at school ten minutes and I want to hit someone. "So you and Crispin are hooking up, huh?" I wonder if I look like people do in the movies, when they go all stiff and scared shitless. I try to play it cool. "What?" Porter slams his locker shut and leans against it with a smarmy grin. "You might want to be more careful when you make out with another g

This is the last chapter of a cuckolding story. If that theme bothers you, please just read something else. If you enjoy it, great, if you don't, thanks for reading anyways. I do appreciate it. For those that follow me, THANK YOU. My writing plan is to finally get to the many next chapters I owe you. I have been in a "write new" space here for a while exploring different angles and different topics, but it is now time to get back to my existing stories and tell the next chapter. If you have ideas or suggestions, please send me a message thru Literotica (better than a comment here for various reasons) and let me know your thoughts. Peace, and happy reading. * * * * * I was headed to my lunch with my beautiful wife Susan, and her lover Patrick, who also happened to be the man who owns the company Susan works for. As I arrived in the parking lot I got a text from my wife. We are running late, please wait in the lobby I was going to text back, but then I reminded myself t

The 8th day of every month I am picked up on the same street corner by the same town car and driven blindfolded to a Victorian style mansion on the outskirts of town surrounded by massive redwood trees. I enjoy the isolation and serene privacy. My outfit is always waiting in the back seat which I change into blindfolded as per my instructions. The leather interior sends a quick chill up my spine as I scramble out of my attire and try to feel around for what he has left for me tonight. I can feel the car swerve as I feel the driver's eyes on my ice cold nipples. If I mention it to him he is likely to replace the driver. I always change as slowly as possible, partially to make the hour drive go by faster, but I know the driver likes when my nipples are hard so I stall and pretend to hunt for the sweater I felt right away. BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP. The town car veers off the shoulder briefly hitting the safety bumps. "Everything okay?" I answer with a fake sense of being startl

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. ****************** Miami, Florida Palm trees sat still outside with the blazing afternoon heat beginning to make itself unbearable to anyone who didn't have shade close by. A black Mercedes Benz had pulled up into the driveway to an old Coconut Grove home, sitting in a specific spot where an older metallic blue Cadillac used to be parked every morning. Instead, the Cadillac was sitting in a garage close by. Tony had went to the home of his brother Steven to give him something of a welfare check after not hearing from the man in almost a month. He expected Steven to at least call him after the grand re-opening of Disco Fever, but so far there had been nothing from his end. By Tuesday into the new week, Tony had become concerned enough to drop by. Expecting to be face to

College was the best time of my life. I spent most of my time in a bikini, and the warm weather was perfect. My parents had dropped me off after the long, 3-day drive, and from that point on, I had felt the kind of freedom that I had only dreamed of having before. I had been a good girl back in high school, saving my virginity for the right guy. Things hadn't worked out the way that I had planned. My prom date raped me in the back of his mom's borrowed minivan, and I had never been the same. I wasn't sure if I should like sex after what had happened to me. I never told anyone what happened to me, not even the first guy I met in college. His name was Adam, and he was short and stocky with a sideways grin that never failed to make me smile. We got close quickly, and though he wondered why I bristled when he touched me, I never could get the words out to tell him that I had been violated. It made me feel dirty and undesirable. I didn't want Adam to think that I was a vi

Ch. 01: First Times Warning: This story contains themes of cuckoldry. Specifically: our protagonist's wife submits to a woman with a penis (in universe she's fully female, but technology allowed her to get a penis body-mod). So basically, our protagonist is cucked by a woman, if that changes how you feel about this story. At no point will another man be involved in the relationship. Reader discretion is advised. Tonight was game night for John. He was supposed to be playing video games online upstairs in his office with a bunch of old college friends until late into the evening. Since he was preoccupied, his wife, Zoey - a long black-haired bombshell of a woman with a flat stomach, small yet pert tits, and a tight, round ass - had invited over her best friend from work, Victoria. Victoria was a fit blond woman who clearly spent a lot of time at the gym as evidenced by the muscles showing slightly against her stomach (which John had seen on more than one occasion when she wore

Perspective: Teresa Cortez She viewed the dry southern community as a stepping stone. A small hitch towards her grand scheme in life. She was a hustler, a survivor. Now she planned to rule this place in her own special way, even while living under federal witness protection. It would be difficult but she knew how to work her charm. And she had the body for it. Teresa spent a lifetime honing her skills on the streets, which later translated into skills used by various organized crime. She primarily ran underground casinos and an escort agency in her other life. To make her comeback, she needed allies. The government had already provided her with a job at the local spa and she befriended her colleagues and customers. None of them knew about the witness protection, of course. All they knew was that she moved there for a 'better life in a quiet setting,' which was technically true. Next she spent what money she had on sex toys, strap-ons, lingerie, makeup, and other beauty product