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THE DEVIL'S CUCKOLD: An Erotic Tale

BELLA: Queen of Hell

Bella paces along a long path that runs between two pools of molten lava. She slams down her pitch fork. Her minion appears. 

MINION

Yes master?

Bella reaches down and lift her minion in the air.

BELLA

Where is my slave?

Bella's minion shrugs his shoulders. Bella tosses him toward the lava. His tail digs into the ground and stops him short of the edge. He wipes his forehead and flees. 

Bella's slave runs out of a long tunnel. 

SLAVE

You evil-ness, I was just checking on some new prospects. 

Bella waves her hand. 

BELLA

Just tell me what you found.

The slave brings Bella a photo of a well built man with a large smile swimming in a pool full of large, beautiful women. 

BELLA

He looks promising.

Bella points her staff towards a rock wall and spins it in a circular motion. A gateway appears. Bella then tips the staff to her head and changes into a bathing suit with skulls. 

BELLA

Perfect.

BELLA (Cont.)

No way he can resist now.

Bella twists her pitch fork and magically turns them into sunglasses, then walks through the portal. 

THE MEETING:

The temptress, Bella, moves seductively through the water, making sure to catch his eye. She flirts with other men and ignores him until his curiosity grows so strong that he approaches her. 

JACK NAPEIR

Hi. My name is Jack. 

BELLA

I didn't ask.

Bella walks off, but turns and winks. Jack stands in place as women jump on him and ask to be carried around the pool. He complies, but he continues to glance at Bella. 

Bella flirts hard with another man and Jack is soon at her side, striking up conversation with the guy. Bella walks away and speaks with other people. She glances back and catches him watching her. She flips her hair disappears in the crowd. 

Back in Hell, she bites her lip while touching herself, thinking of him. Her long fingers slide up her thigh as she pictures his body next to hers. She cups her breast, fingers herself and screams. 

BELLA

Jack!

The next day watches from her dark palace. She watches as he touches women under the water and watches them play with him until he explodes; sending foam to the surface of the hot tub. 

THE TRAP:

On the third day she twists him up inside by flirting more. She lets him carry her around the pool, touch her ass and feel her breasts. He invites her to his room and she declines. They flirt for hours before he asks her to come up for dinner. 

Bella knows his intentions and smirks at her own genius as she says she will come up, only if another woman comes with them. 

Jacks eyes grow wide as he attempts to play off his excitement. She can feel the hormones oozing from his pores. She has him right where she wants him. The three go up the his room and have dinner. 

Bella encourages the two to enjoy themselves while she jumps in the shower to get the chlorine off. She shuts the bathroom door, disrobes then listens for a moment. She hears a few moans, smiles then starts her shower. 

In the shower, she imagines him coming in, naked and taking her under the hot rain. She rubs the soap over her nipples, sensuously. She stifles a moan as she pleasures herself. 

BELLA

(quietly)

Fuck me, Jack.

Bella extends the shower about 30 minutes then exits. She walks out of the bathroom completely naked to allow him to soak in her curves. He jumps up from beside the other woman. Bella walks right past him and sits in a large chair. She can tell he thinks this means he is getting them both.

Bella dries her hair and drapes the towel over her body. 

BELLA

Did you two have fun? I waited as long as I could.

JACK

We didn't do anything. We were waiting for you.

Bella smirks and looks at him with an evil victorious grin.

BELLA

Oh, darling. You didn't think that we were going to...

Bella gestures between the three of them and the bed then lets out a maniacal laugh. 

BELLA

No sir. I want you two to have fun. 

Jack's face goes pale as he paces. Bella playfully covers her eyes with her towel.

BELLA

Go on you two. Get your asses over to the bed and start fucking. 

I will keep my eyes hidden under here.

Jack and Tiff hesitate before the walk to the bed. 

BELLA

Go!

Bella points toward the bed, face still under the towel. They walk to the bed and Bella peeks. His firm naked body is bent over her soft plush body. His ass lifts and lowers with rhythm. Bella smiles then pauses to listen. There are no noises coming from either of them. Bella snickers into the towel. 

Jack and Tiff only fuck for a few minutes. Bella is very displeased. She wanted a performance not a trailer. Jack comes over to her, kneels and asks to touch her. In her displeasure with him, she allows him to feel her breast and gaze upon her naked body. 

Then she stands, dresses and leaves the room. Back in her dark room, Bella plays the night over and over in her head. She undresses and lays back agains her pillows. She spreads her legs as wide as they will go and touches herself as she "feels" his body against hers. 

She touches all the places she wants Jack to touch. Her fingers pound inside her soaking wet pussy until she reaches her sweet spot and squirts all over her bed. She lays back and passes out. 

THE DEVIL'S CUCKOLD

The next day she dawns a new wardrobe, enters the pool, and walks right past him as though she cannot see him. He turns his head, drops the woman he is carrying and chases after Bella. Bella sees this out of the corner of her eye and smiles. People in the pool express their shock.

SWIMMER 1

Damn. It's like that, Jack.

SWIMMER 2.

Oh, he has it bad.

Bella's smile turns into a full out grin as she faces a cute guy and talks to him. She can feel Jack getting closer. She bites her lip to erase the smile just in time for him to whip her around.

JACK

Hey, I was calling you.

BELLA

Oh, really?

Bella resists the urge to smile.

JACK

Yea. I guess you couldn't hear me with all the noise in the pool.

BELLA

That could be it.

He picks Bella up and she lets him. She lays back over his arms letting her hair trail in the water as she smiles. Other women give her evil looks but Bella just laughs and pets Jacks neck as she turns from a laying position to a straddling position; wrapping her long legs around his torso. 

BELLA

If only we were not surrounded by so many people.

JACK

I know.

Bella transports them into her underground palace, directly into a pocket of steaming water; heated by the surrounding magma. She pulls out his manhood and rubs it against her chest. She sits in his lap, clothing on, and rubs against him. 

Jack is too caught up in the pleasure of it all to notice he was now a prisoner of passion, the prince of darkness, the devil's cuckold. 

BELLA

You are mine to tease and torture, forever.

JACK

Yes mistress.

THE END

OR IS IT?

Birthday Surprise

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Jasmine wakes up early to give her husband a birthday surprise but gets her own surprise.



Jasmine woke as the sun peaked over the mountains. Jasmine turned her head and smiled as she lovingly stared at the man in her bed. He was a tall slender man, just over 6’ 4”. His hair was dark and curly. His lips were full and soft. She resisted leaning in and kissing them as she continued to absorb his hansom features. His light skin was in exact contrast to her ebony skin. She loved looking at their hands touching when they would wake together in the mornings. Nine years of marriage and they still look at each other like newlyweds.

Jasmine remembered why she woke up early and gently slid out of the bed and tip toed naked toward the kitchen. If this were a movie you would be looking at the back end of a goddess. Her ass so round and giggly that it looked like Jello as she walked. If you were to pan around to her front you would see perfect medium breast (DD cup), a curvy stomach and strong thick thighs. You would also see well pedicured toes, well manicured fingers, pressed real hair, a natural beauty, and real green eyes that would haunt men in their dreams long after having met her.

Despite being an excellent cook, Jasmine rarely ever stepped foot into the kitchen. The kitchen in their house belonged to her husband and no one else. The man was a genius when it came to food. Today was special so today she would surprise him by cooking for him. She pulled out her never been used Pinup Apron, that her sister had given her as an anniversary gift four years ago, and not yet putting it on.

The kitchen had a huge over the sink window that perfectly framed the morning sun as it popped its first rays over the horizon. When Jasmine saw the rays hitting the center island she quickly moved in front of it; her large ass pushing up against the counter as she let the rays kiss her naked flesh. Jasmine moved her hand over her erect nipple on the right side while the apron filled her left hand. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and enjoyed the feeling she was getting from her brush with nature. She imagined the sun was a lover reaching his fingers down to her, sliding warm fingertips over every inch of her flesh. As she pictured this she grazed her long fingernails gently up and down the sides of her thick stomach. “Stomach… food… cook!!” she remembered why she was standing in the kitchen.

Jasmine slid her pink and white poke-a-dot apron on over her silky smooth breast and tied it over her large bottom; the tie strings dropping down the crack of her ass. Quietly, she grabbed her large blender from the cupboard and plugged it in to the wall socket. Next Jasmine opened the fridge and retrieved some milk, bacon, eggs, real butter, 100% real orange juice, a small container of strawberries, and a sweet apple. Off the counter, Jasmine picked up the bread and the bananas that were hung on the banana tree.

Jasmine reached for the hanging pans, above the island, grabbing a small reduction pot and a large frying pan. After chopping up all the strawberries, Jasmine dropped them into her reduction pot with no water (the liquid from the apple would be enough once she was finished). Next she skinned the apple then, over the pot she grated it like cheese. This grating was messy causing lots of liquid and apple sauce to form. She made sure to keep it all in the pot as this would serve as both sweetener and as the liquid for the soluble fruits. Once finished, Jasmine turned the burner to medium heat, smashed up the strawberries (with a potato smasher), and kept it stirred until it came to a boil. Then Jasmine reduced the heat to a simmer and moved on to her next recipe.

Many people like firm French toast, but Jasmine abhorred firm French toast; she liked hers moist and fluffy. Thus far, the only person Jasmine as know to make the best French toast was her mom who taught her. Bella whipped up a mixture of milk and eggs, (one egg to every ¼ cup of milk) making sure to get the perfect frothy consistency. Jasmine opened the butter and rubbed it around in the frying pan then turned the burner to medium/high. After soaking one piece of bread at a time, Jasmine placed the soggy pieces into the frying pan. Once all the toast was finished, Jasmine placed it to the side and tossed the bacon into the same frying pan. She then removed the strawberries from the stove and let it sit in the fridge. Using her blender, Jasmine puréed four cups of orange juice with four bananas; she then poured some into a tall glass leaving the remainder in the blender. Jasmine removed the strawberry mixture (now a healthy syrup-type liquid) and poured it into a gravy bowl. She then removed the bacon and turn off the stove.

Just as Jasmine was setting up a serving tray to bring her husband breakfast in bed he jumps in behind her, grabs her around the waste (from behind) and begins kissing her neck. She lets out a squeal and giggles. “You ruined your birthday surprise,” Jasmine says, playfully slapping his arm as she turns towards him. Looking deep into her eyes her husband says, “You are all the birthday gift I need.” He leans her body against the island and kisses her soft lips with his full lips. He pulls her thick thigh up around his thin body. He grabs her other thigh and like nothing at all lifts her ass onto the island. Breast now face-level, he pulls down the top of her apron and begins (VIP members of Club Bella Get the X-rated versions of all blogs. Membership fees start at $25 per year. Contact Bella at https://www.facebook.com/BbwBellaArtista and ask for more information). “Breakfast was great my love.”



The End

A Scorcher

It is mid summer so the temp is expected to be hot but Bella always had a way to beat the heat. She would crank her air conditioner (a/c) to a chilling 68 degrees Fahrenheit, cook out on the grill instead of inside the house, she would take nice cold rinse off showers all throughout the day, and she would remain nude inside her house at all times. By bedtime it was no surprise to find out she had showed five or six times; two warm soap-cleansing shower and three to four cool down showers.


This morning Bella woke to something feeling not quite right; she woke in a sweat. Misery flooded over her as she sat up to investigate the problem. Her body felt ten times heavier than its normal mass as she drug her lifeless feet to the wall. Blurry eyed, she looks up attempting to focus on the number readout. Adrenaline shoots through her body as her brain processes what she is seeing, “91 degrees”! She taps the box, plays with the buttons, and even opens it to flick the mercury vial. “Fuck!” She exclaims. It is too early to call a repair shop so now what? Into the shower Bella goes. She is still tired and has to get enough sleep for work so she fills her tub with cool water, lays down, and falls back to sleep.


Bella wakes on her stomach in the water. Her curves are pressed against the sides of the tub, her breast serving as floatation devices, her naked ass in the air, and knees bent near the drain forcing her feet and calves out of the water. She did not wish to move. Heat had a way of making her sluggish. But the feel of her own to soft breasts floating in the water under her felt so good that she could not resist the urge to rub her hands over them. She received the reaction she wanted and smiled to herself. Bella let the kinky thoughts roll into her mind as she envisioned herself fast-forwarding to her date with her boyfriend later that evening. She smiled as she planned a few new tricks she would show him. The sound of her alarm broke her daydream.


Bella rose from the water, lifted the drain with her toes, and started her first hot cleansing shower of the day. It was too hot to eat so Bella hurried out of her house yearning for the freezing a/c of her car. Bella does not hesitate to turn the air on full blast. The air is hot, as is any car until the tetrafluoropropene is compressed than dried and evaporated, creating a cool breeze. She buckles and pulls out toward work. At the light where the ac has normally started to cool her nothing but heat is still pumping out. "I must have woken in the twilight zone or something." Bella thinks to herself as she rolls down her window and shuts off the air. "Let me just make it to work and everything will be fine."


The worst feeling in the world is feeling unclean and clammy. This is exactly how Bella feels pulling into her job. “I am must look horrible,” she thought to herself walking up to the doors. “I will just run to the bathroom wash my face again and sit on the sink doing my makeup until the cool air balances out my body temp”. The usual wave of cold air did not greet her as she opened the office door. “Oh man, this cannot be happening.” Sure enough her workplace has no a/c. The heat wave must have knocked out a/c units everywhere. She messages her boyfriend praying his still works, than sits at her desk. No makeup today, no with this sticky heat. Work drudges on. Finally the boss tells everyone to just go home the ac will not be fixed today. Bella calls her own a/c repair and auto mechanic, now that she is off the clock, then she calls her boyfriend.


Bella finds out her boyfriend will not be at his house for another three hours. Unable to wait she drives to a fast food restaurant and then heads to his house early. She opens the side gate and strips down into nothing, then puts the food at on a chair, moves it to the shade, and jumps into the tepid water. Finally, she has the break she needed. Her brain starts to cool off and her hunger kicks in.


Bella slowly opens the bag of highly unhealthy food. Normally fast food sickens her, but she made sure to get the lease gross meal possible; chicken breast no mayo only mustard, a fruit bowl, and a cup of ice no drink (she knew the ice would melt to water fast enough). The fruit was her weakness; every bite was an orgasm in her mouth. The cool sweet nectar filled her mouth with pleasure while the water from the pool engulfed her body with desire. Completely satisfied Bella lay down on the shallow top stair of the pool placing her head on the edge of the pool and fell asleep.


At first when Jamal came home and saw Bella in his pool he was upset; it is not respectful to let yourself into someone’s home. Seeing her fat ass floating above the water soon made him forget his anger. He stripped down to nothing, silently slid open his glass door, and tip toed to the edge of the pool. Slowly and quietly he slid down the pool wall and made his way over to the curvaceous body sleeping in his pool. Sliding up next to her as close as possible with out alarming her he reached one hand under her leg and in one quick move spread her (VIP members of Club Bella Get the X-rated versions of all blogs. Membership fees start at $25 per year. Contact Bella at https://www.facebook.com/BbwBellaArtista and ask for more information).

Dream a Little Dream: Sex Slave

Dream a little Dream: Sex Slave 

My dreams are CRAZY. Not only do I dream in full color and perfect vision, not only can I read and write in them but I also feel like they are reality at times. So it is no surprise that when I woke from one heck of a realistic dream, my ass was trying to go right back to sleep.

When an innocent captive woman, is forcibly made into a sex slave on a ship full of well guarded, rapist slave owners, she has a plan to get revenge, just as soon as she can escape the chains that bind her.

Helen was only 20 when she was kidnapped. She had been on vacation with her family to see the mysterious hidden island in Mexico.

Everything was going great until she just had to sneak away from family activities to that party a cute guy had told her about. Helen drank danced and sang. As the party thinned, Helen decided to take a midnight dip. There were five males left and one female, two of the males she had been flirting with followed her into the water, one stood alone and two males sat with the other female (whom she later learned was named Lisa). Soon Helen started to feel light headed. The boys that were swimming with her started groping her. She grew frightened screamed and attempted to swim toward the female for help. Lisa and the two males with her moved to the water to help Helen out. The single male darted over behind the trio. As her eyelids closed she heard Lisa yell at the two swimming males, "What is wrong with you two? You could have damaged the merchandise."

"Hey. Are you awake?" A voice whispered in the dark. Helen's eyelids barely parting as her head bobbled toward the sound of the soft masculine voice. Helen moaned something incoherent. The voice spoke again, "I am Jerald. What is your name?" Helen still coming out of her drugged state asks, "Where am I?" Jerald confesses that he does not know. "We seem to be prisoners on a ship." Upon hearing "Prisoner;" Helen jolts awake and begins moving her arms sporadically Jerald encourages her to keep quiet, "The longer you act like you are out the longer before they start doing to you what they have been doing to me." A puzzled look crosses Helens face even though you cannot see it in the dark cell. Her voice shaking in fear she asks, "W.. What did they do?" Jerald's voice becomes injured, "This is some sort of sex slavery ship and the people paying are all men." Helen begins panicking and thrashing about, trying to free herself. "No, this can't be happening. Let me out. I am still a virgin. Please help me!" Fingers brush against her confined hand. "I am tied up too!" She moves her fingers toward his and they clasp pinkies as tears run down their faces.

The door to the cell opens blinding Helen with the bright light from outside. She could feel the ship swaying on the ocean but could not hear land, birds, or other boats. The figure that entered the room was the silhouette of a female. Helen remembered what Lisa said as the drugs in her system knocked her out. She tightened her pinky grip on Jerald. Lisa spoke: Dinnertime. She flicked on the lights revealing the room for the first time while walking toward a table that reminded Helen of the picnic tables at the park near her house back in Texas. Only these tables had chains attached to them. As Lisa sat down the food two men unclasped Helen and walked her to the table then shackled her legs waist and arms. The arm chains came out of the table and were long enough to allow Helen to eat but not to use the chains to harm herself. After she was shackled to the table the men moved Jerald. "Why keep us prisoners then feed us like kings?" Helen asked Lisa with hostility. Lisa's face filled with a look of sick pleasure, so that you stay healthy and profitable my little virgin. You are going to fetch us some pretty big bucks your first time!" Helen pushes away the dish. Lisa walks up behind Jerald placing her hands on his shoulders making him cringe, "Ask Jerald here what happens when you refuse to eat. There are other ways to violate you that will leave you a virgin dearie!" Helen looks at Jerald, who starts to eat with his fingers, and slides her dish back toward her chest. Just as Lisa thinks Helen is going to eat the plate flies across the room and shatters. Helen looks dead into the eyes of Lisa and barks, "Kiss my ass bitch," then attempts to stand up. The table lifts with Helen causing Jerald to tip into Lisa and make her fall on her ass. Just then a girl about 10 years old runs into the room. "MOM, are you okay." Yes, dear. This bitch just knocked me over is all." The little girl walks up to Helen pulls out a small pocketknife and jabs it into Helen's side. Helen attempts to smack the child but the girl steps back and glares. Lisa is up and at her daughter's side by this point. Grabs her daughter and heads out the door not realizing the knife is still in Helen's side. Helen covers the knife with her arm cloaking it from the guards as they stand guard.  

Not more than 5 minutes after Lisa leaves a bulky evil looking man walks in. He is well groomed but ugly. As he walks past the two guards they shift in there stance showing his presence means business. All Helen could do is pray that what ever he does to her does not make her loose or show the small knife in her side. He walks up to her with keys and unlocks her hands one side at a time. Left where she was stabbed then to the right side as he unshackles her right hand Helen carefully removes the knife and palms it. Now at her waste the beefy guy unhooks the other chains. Helen plays in her mind if she can take him with such a small knife after all the thing barely even made her flinch. She decides to wait for a better opportunity. 

He tosses her toward the two guards then begins to unshackle Jamal. The guards walk her out of the room and into a large room with a bed in the middle. She begins to fight and scream but the guards are too strong for her. They bring out Jamal who is tied down chest up on the bed. He is screaming and now she feels the pain, "They are going to punish him because of me!?" The room fills with men of all nationalities. They line up against the walls; each already rubbing the front of their pants, some looking at her while doing so and some looking at him. She grows limp, as the guards now have to hold her entire weight. They lift her up and carry her over to the bed. They tear off her clothing and place her spread eagle on top of Jamal and chain her down. Her arms have long chains on them but her legs are chained tight so she cannot run. She can feel as one of the guards place his flaccid penis inside her. Flaccid or not Jamal is still large enough for her to feel everything. They look at each other with tears in their eyes. He says, "I am sorry". She says, "It's okay, I don't mind if it is you." The large man whom unshackled her comes up behind her and starts shoving her hips up and down onto Jamal. The crowd of men loosens their pants while their dominant hands disappear into the waistline. Jamal is no longer flaccid and Helen no longer needs to be forced. Other than the men staring at her, she is actually having a good time with Jamal. She climaxes several times before Jamal cums. Then as quick as a flash the worst possible thing happens; Jamal looks at the big guy and says, "Alright Henry get this whore off me and feed her to the wolfs. The men start hooting, as a look of betrayal and anger overcomes Helen. The men are sent away to their private rooms where they will all get a chance to rape her. Henry unhooks Helen's left hand and leg then moves to her right side to unchain her. As the last leg is unchained Helen stabs the knife repeatedly into Jamal's jugular. By the time Henry realizes what happened, Helen is darting off. Rather than run after her he assists Jamal who lies there dying. "Kill the bitch," Jamal says with his last words. Henry takes off after Helen but she is already out of site. 

The bathroom is Helen's first stop. She washes her face and hands then looks for something to make a better weapon with. Not much in the bathroom so she starts to leave when Lisa and her daughter enter the room. Helen makes a stab at Lisa who turns, daughter in arm, and causes the blow to land into her daughter’s ribcage. Lisa freaks out laying sideways over her daughter's bleeding body and Helen plants the knife into the soft spot of her skull just above the spinal cord. Lisa lives but her spinal cord is severed. Mother and Daughter bleed to death together in a room that matches both their souls, a cold and dirty bathroom floor. Helen opens Lisa's purse and finds a photo of Lisa, the daughter and Henry, "What a fucking family," Helen states to herself as she keeps digging. A gun. Finally something good!

Helen makes it to the edge of the boat only to find they are literally in the middle of the Ocean. There is nothing near her except a life ring. She tosses the ring over in hopes that they will think she jumped. then climbs to the next level of the boat. She makes her way to the captain's deck and locks herself in with the crew, holding the captain at gunpoint she radio's for help. Once the Coast Guard responds she looks at the captain and the crew, "Are you aware of what is going on in this ship!?" The look on the captains face answers her question, he knows. Unwilling to draw attention from the guards and Henry she finds as much rope as she can then has the captain tie and gag all the crew members, leaving only him. Now at least no one can over power her. She instructs the captain to leave the boat still in the water and not to try to drive away from where the Coast Guard can find them. Just then a knock on the door; she raises the gun up to the captain's head. Tell them everything is fine. Captain "Everything is fine in here." Henry, "Open the door!" Motioning toward the door Helen follows the captain as he unlocks the door. She stands behind it pointing the gun at him still. Henry pushes through the door tossing the Captain onto her. The bitch killed Jamal and now she is... ..." Henry notices the tied up men darts his eyes back up to the captain who is now on his knees at gunpoint. Helen closes the door with her foot then kicks the captain flat onto the floor while maneuvering the gun toward Henry. Henry darts toward her as the fire rings out. Dead center just like her grandfather taught her, the bullet pierces his forehead and exits the back of his head. The captain scurries away from Helen. She tosses him a rope and makes him bind his own feet then she binds his hands. She can hear a helicopter in the distance so she locks the captain's door once again, slides her back against it as she lowers herself to the floor. The guards will have no place to run nor will all those filthy animals who were going to rape me she thinks as she lets out a sigh of relief. 

Fade away to Helen wrapped in a blanket as cuffed men are walking off the now docked boat.

The end.

Yea, my dreams are just like movies and TV shows! LOL