I woke up to the sound of traffic coming from outside. We were still on the stage where we had the bachelorette party for my bandmates the night before, and the first thing I saw were two butt cheeks, mounting like hills in front of my eyes, as I must've slept resting my head on the back of the woman they belonged to. I sat up, halfway, and looked around. Strewn across the stage were bodies of girls in varying states of undress. One of them, a young, short-haired brunette, was sleeping in my lap, her dress pulled halfway down her body and her small perky breasts rubbing my leg. The woman whose butt I had met was a curly-haired blonde who slept on her stomach on the floor. In one corner, slouched against the drum set I could see Bibi with two women curled up against her, all of them naked and one resting her hand on Bibi's breast as she slept. Stef was still tied to the microphone stand, kneeling with her head slumped down, her hands held up by the strap around her wrist. She only wore her jacket, her large tits hanging nipples-down onto her belly. Nadia and Taziana were sleeping on the other side, with Nadia between Taz' legs, her nose nuzzling the short, dark pubes of her fiancee. The two girls who had eaten them out the night before were spooning them, all four sleeping soundly. I scratched my side, trying to move. I had no clue what time it was or where my clothes were and my bladder was killing me. I tried to get out from underneath the brunette and make my way towards …
She Drew A Deer On Her Arm
Stop drawing deer on your arm. My heart thumps, in alarm. Stop being perfect in every way. My heart thumps, please stay. Stop your eyes drawing me in. My heart thumps. how long its been. Stop your curves, I love your hips. My heart thumps I want your lips. Stop my misery, my desire is sin. My heart thumps for your silly grin. Stop! Stop it all, your smile can slay me. My heart thumps I won’t betray thee. Stop this pain, I feel so bleak. My heart thumps. Am I too meek? Stop all the distance, you’re far away. My heart thumps for a different day A day when you are in my arms Bodies entwined, I feel your charms. A day when two are mingled one You the moon, me the eclipsed sun. A day you feel warm, cheek resting on my chest That my heart thumps for YOU, the best.
How Lieke Became Mistress Ginger
A throbbing burn spread across Mike's chest, stomach and thighs, as he emerged from a groggy twilight and felt a strain in his shoulders and hips. Through his eyelids he sensed the blazing light that filled the surrounding space – utterly silent except for the hum of fluorescent tubes. Blinking at the glare, he forced his eyes open and confronted the brilliant reflection of his splayed form in the mirror on the grey concrete wall opposite. A wide black belt cinched his waist tightly against the padded center of a St Andrews cross that was tilted back slightly, while suspension restraints anchored his hands and feet to its ends. His nibbles were distended by weights that hung from twine that ran through pulleys to their rings. Weights also dangled from a leather cone that enclosed his scrotum and painfully stretched his testes' cords. A plug filled his anus and there was the glint of a small chromed lock hanging from his pierced foreskin. His nakedness was all the more apparent by the fact that he had been shaved from waist to mid-thigh of the thick grey hair that covered his chest and lower legs. Seeing the welts and bruises that were beginning to color his skin and feeling the weight of the flogger that had been draped over his right shoulder, he suddenly recalled its whir and slap during the previous night. The evening had begun in his study. Seated by the fire, he had been sipping a drink while looking at the swirling snow in the darkness just beyond the window pane. …
Harry Potters Sex Year pt 10 – Parvarti
The next day was awkward for both Harry and Hermione. They still talked like nothing had happened the previous night. She was still oblivious to the fact that Harry was fucking every girl he came in contact with. He still didn't have a date, but he was informed that Hermione had asked a mystery person tot he party. Harry didn't think of it too much, because Padma came to him with news. She sat next to him in the Great Hall and whispered in his ear "Parvarti will meet you in your Common Room tonight at 12:30." than she left to join her fellow Ravenclaws. "What was that about?" asked Ron. "Nothing mate. Just told me a secret about Michael and Susan." "Oh?" asked Ginny "They broke up. Turns out the sex wasn't good enough for him. He wanted someone better." "Poor Susan." said Hermione. "Hope she's all right." "I'm sure she is." said Harry. "She's stronger than we all think." Outside the entrance hall, Hermione got Harry alone and waited til everyone else was gone. She told him she knew about him fucking all these other girls since the year started and that she didn't approve. Although, she really enjoyed the night they spent together. Harry made it worse by revealing something bad. "YOU GOT CHO PREGNANT?!" screamed Hermione, who made sure it was safe. "I didn't want to do it, but she insisted! She says she's covering for me when it starts to show. Gonna say it is her home town ex-boyfriends baby." "Well… that's not that bad I suppose. What did Padma REALLY tell you?" "I fucked …
Best on Board
Seven and a half thousand metres! And yes, the seatbelt light is still on. Ah Bob, you’ve still got it! Bob had set himself a challenge: to calculate the maximum altitude of the plane he was on before it reached that altitude. And it was hard, too; not just a case of looking up the cruising altitude of the plane. This was a short hop flight from Sydney to Coffs Harbour, the airline wouldn’t waste fuel getting all the way up to an efficient cruising altitude; it would only spend a few minutes there before having to descend. For one, that wouldn’t leave enough time for a pass of the service trolley, and secondly the airline would save fuel on the shorter climb. Bob wasn’t exactly thrilled by this trip, so a good mental exercise spiced it up a bit. Mum had virtually kicked him out of the house. He could still hear her barbs ringing in his ears. ~~~ “You’re nineteen years old, for God’s sake Bob! The prime of a young man’s life and you’re spending it playing World of Witchcraft ten hours a day…” Man she couldn’t even get the name right. And it wasn’t ten hours a day either; he usually goggled back in for a few hours after she went to sleep. “… no job, no girlfriend …” Geez, Louise! He was going to Uni in March. What’s the point in getting a shitty job at McDonalds for a month? And girls? Bob froze whenever a girl talked to him, especially a pretty one. What if she thought I fancied her? That I was trying to chat her up? She’d think I was a creep. It was safer to say nothing. “… …
In Plain Sight: An Escorts Story – Part 3
— In Plain Sight: An Escort’s Story – Part 3 — At this point in the day I can honestly say that I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about everything that had happened. Let me explain. I had been yelled at by my boss. I had walked in the scorching heat only to get to the owner of the ice cream parlor’s house and see him standing naked on the deck. I was then invited into his house and shown a video of me giving a blowjob to his son, my boss at the ice cream parlor and accepting money for it. I was then fired and promptly hired back in a different position. To cap it off the owner of the ice cream parlor, Mr. Ken Keller, stared at a video of me with a cum covered cock in my mouth and said he wanted me to be his “Personal Assistant”. I was extremely stressed and would have given anything to turn the clock back two weeks to when I hadn’t given that first blowjob. “There is someone I want you to meet,” Mr. Keller announced and promptly got up and walked to his desk. He didn’t pick up the phone on the desk but rather opened a desk drawer and pulled a phone out. After poking around for a few seconds he put the phone to his ear and waited. “Hey there Sweet Pea,” Mr. Keller said into the phone. He paused in silence for a few seconds as this ‘Sweet Pea’ spoke. “Yeah, it went very well. Do you think you can do me a big favor?” Mr. Keller asked and waited for a response. “Yeah the one from the video,” Mr. Keller answered and looked at me then up at the image frozen on the …
Road Trip Part 3
Glistening water, waving palm trees and embracing winds. I found myself in a tropical paradise right at the crack of dawn. The hues of purples, oranges and yellows were making love in a sort of way I longed for. The way the peeking sun cracked out from the depths of the sea, seemingly bashful – yet pretentious. I took a deep breath of the salty wind and exhaled any worry I carried. I felt at peace. Standing up from the sandy shore, I dusted myself off and retreated back to my car. I made my way to the hotel and parked my car. I walked into the extravagant hotel and got the key to the suite that had been reserved for just over two weeks now. “Room 822,” my key card read. Top Floor, private balcony overlooking the large blue swimming pool complete with a Jacuzzi bar and right on the shore line. Inside was an indoor Jacuzzi, California king sized bed and an open bar. I took a quick shower and plopped my dead tired body on the pillow-top mattress and just melted in and fell asleep. … Opening my eyes from a well needed nap, I laid in bed for a couple of minutes flipping through the channels on the 55 inch flat screen that lightly rested on the wall directly in front of the bed. I then heard my stomach trying to reach out and take hold of me. It was begging me for substance. I turned off the television and heard my stomach again. Or at least, that's what I think it was. Walking to the other end of the room closer to the television, I heard it again. Only, the begging I heard …
Should never have called her a slut.
It had been a while since the two of us had connected sexually. It was certainly more than two months, that was until one evening when Linda was getting ready for a night out and had just stepped out of the shower. Her body was still wet when she arrived into the living room wearing just a pair of platform heels. She looked at me and said, honey whatever happened before I just need you to eat it right now. I look at Linda as she moves closer to where I am sitting, her wet body shining in the light, Linda raises a leg over the arm of the chair and gives me a close up view of her bald pussy. Eat it for me honey, I need you to make me cum. I start slowly licking at her lips, they spread easily as Linda moves her pussy gently in harmony with my rhythm. It isn't long before Linda is moaning loudly as the f***e of her pussy against my face increases. Linda's moans turn to instructions as she says eat my clit, yeah honey, eat my clit make me cum. Linda palces a hand behind my head and really grinds into my face now as she reaches her climax. Linda says I forgpot how much you like doing that, will you eat it again the next time I need it Honey? I say yes and Linda can guess the question in my eyes. Linda continues,I want you to know that I am still not over our argument yet but I think this is a good start. Linda disappears then to get dressed for her night out. When she reappears to say goodbye, she is wearing the same heels and a little balck evening dress, you know the kind, open …
Ethan and Chanel 33
I shouldn't be doing this. I feel her lips wrap around the head of my dick, and I groan. Oh fuck, I'm in serious trouble. My train of thought slows immensely when she runs her tongue along the underside of my dick head. The seconds tick by and her sucking gets harder, deeper, my fingers in her hair. Fuuuck, her mouth is already on me, I might as well let her finish. I stick to that fucked up reasoning, feeling her touch my balls and suck my dick like she's wanted to for years now. I focus on it, on the feel of her lips and her tongue, the way they worship my heavy cock. I keep her long hair out of her face, her head bobbing up and down in my lap. The image of a beautiful blue eyed brunette floods my mind, and I push her head on my dick. She gags, but keeps sucking, trying hard to impress me. God damn it, I shouldn't be doing this and I know it. The guilt is already slipping through the cracks, dripping into my consciousness, and I push on her head again. Her throat constricts around my engorged dick, her hand wrapped around the base, and I keep her there for a moment. I don't want to suffocate her, but it feels so fucking good. She pushes on my thigh, and I finally release her, hearing her gasp and slurp around my cock. I give her a moment to clean up the extra saliva on my piece, then push on her blonde head again. She's the one who pushed for this, I'm going to use her like I know she wants me to. I could very well be royally fucking up right now, and I've already come …
Unwanted attention – Chapter 12
Chapter 12 My parents left that evening but not before leaving my brother and me with a set of instructions on how not to burn the house down or something, like we were little children… Once they were gone, we decided to make some popcorn and watch a movie. It was some action flick that he picked but I wasn’t really into concentrating on anything so I didn’t really care. I just had some popcorn and managed to doze off halfway through some fight scenes… I woke up on the sofa as the credits were rolling, I hadn’t realized when I fell asleep, but I found myself with my head in James’s lap. I think it must have been a pretty deep nap considering how tiered I was after the day’s events. My head was in his lap with my arm over his legs, but in an innocent sibling position, nothing weird end definitely not intentional. I wore a casual cotton nightshirt. It was white, soft and came down just above my knee. I usually wore something like this in the summer, and actually even in the winter when it wasn’t too cold. Today was no different, except I wasn’t wearing any panties because of the tender area between my legs where I had been rubbed for almost an hour earlier…. My pussy was still red and my butt sore when I put the shirt on, so there was no way I was going to wear any underwear; plus who would see me anyway… I usually dressed like this around the house and no one would have known what is under my garments. But as I opened my eyes and realized that I fell asleep in my brothers lap …
How my chastity started
There was this woman where I worked at. She had a thing for retro and would wear business skirts, high heels and actual real stockings every now and then. She had a body to die for and legs that just simply made me melt. When she walked by I would simply melt. Could not explain it this power she had over me, it was more than just sex or lust, it was like the magnetic pull that keeps the Earth in orbit. I started small talk with her and over time we began chatting now and then. I WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH HER SOOOOO BAD!!! But would not even flirt with her in that direction because I knew from office chatter she had a really bad break up a year earlier was was NOT looking for a relationship, that and well she was way to hot for me to even try. I was just happy being her friend and the fact she actually talked to me. After about six months she asked me if I wanted to go to the movies over the weekend, we had become such good "talk buddies" it did not occur to me it could be more… All I could do is look at her with lust that would not be fulfilled. When we met that Saturday she went all out on her appearance, make up was heavier and sexier than hell, she was actually wearing a corset, it looked like a black leather one from what I could tell from the parts that were pushing her cleavage up and out as much as possible. She wore a skin tight black leather skirt with the material so thin it was easy to see the garter buttons that attached to her stockings and black patent …
My Education
I went to class that morning in a bad mood. Some students in the apartment next to mine had decided to ring in the school year with a big bash, and I had barely slept all night. At my polite request to keep the music down, several drunken frat boys had urged me to join the party. I almost considered it, but their leering gazes and sloppy attempts at flirtation made me a little sick and I withdrew. I had spoken to my mother the evening before; she was depressing me with interminable talk of Scott, our rich neighbor's son, who was in law school now. He and I had dated a little the previous year, and my mom was just agog with the idea that we might be a match. He was a nice enough guy, and I had even let him fool around with me a little, but the idea of being his girlfriend or wife somehow completely put me off. My mother, of course, refused to listen to me and persistently kept praising him: his looks, his wealth, the education he was getting… As I walked under the great oak trees on the lawn of our campus, a light drizzle fell from a dark grey sky like the grey of the forbidding institutional stone building in which my first class was to take place. I walked in to the small room, looked around, saw no one I knew, removed the sociology text from my bag and began leafing through it. A couple of great yawns escaped me, and I sucked greedily at the last dregs of my coffee. I heard the click of heels authoritatively approaching the front desk. A boy sitting next to me let out a …
Sweet Summer Rose
Sweet summer rose, surviving autumn frost, How come you hang on, when all the rest have lost? Why does your bloom linger so? You know it’s time to go. To spread your petals, Releasing your soul, lying where they settle. I will tend and prune you in the morn, Lest I catch my finger ‘pon a thorn. I know that drop of blood will feed you, Bring out that deep, intense scarlet hue. Maybe you'll remember, I'll treasure the thought until September. Until next year my summer rose, Go to sleep, be beautiful in repose.
Grandmas Secret Part 1
My grandmother Lynn was my grandfather's second wife and was about 20 years younger than he. She married him after his first wife died and Lynn raised his c***dren as her own even though she was only 12 years older than the eldest c***d, my mother. When my mother was married and had her first c***d at 18, Lynn was about 30 years old. Lynn is young thinking, young looking, and young acting which made it strange to have her as a grandmother because she certainly looked more like an aunt than a grandmother. When her first grandk** (me) came along she was understandably freaked out. Only 41 years old at the time, Lynn flatly refused to be called "Grammy" and she started a running joke by getting me to call her Lynnie, which was the only name I ever used to address her. As the other k**s came along years later she relented letting them call her Grammy but I was grandmothered in, so to speak, and always addressed her by her first name. Lynn was a slender blonde, blue-eyed woman of Scandinavian descent, about 5'7" with an average frame, small but perky up top. She was no runway model, but she was cute in her own way and she loved my grandfather to death and the rest of the f****y never thought of her as anything other than bl**d kin. My grandfather, Walter Tucker, and his first wife, Lilly, dreamed of raising horses together, so he retired early and used his life savings to purchase a horse farm estate to make that a reality. But when Lilly unexpectedly passed away less than a …
Doctors Visit
I needed to see my regular doctor for a physical exam and my annual pelvic exam. When I went to make the appointment with his office, they told me I had an outstanding balance of $800. I couldn’t make the appointment unless I paid it in full. Later on in the evening, I received a call from Dr. Roth himself. “If you need to come in, you can do so this week. I can squeeze you in Friday at 4:30 PM.” “I can’t pay the full balance though.” “That’s fine. We can work something out.” “Oh, thank you, Dr. Roth. I’ll see you then.” I hadn’t had these exams in over year and I was growing concerned about my health. Later that week, I visited Dr. Roth’s office. I had been seeing him for the last few years and he was friendly and gentle. With solid experience and expertise, I decided to stay with him. He was always pleasant. The last time I visited him, I saw the way he looked at me when I opened my gown for the breast exam. I could tell from his stare he fantasized about doing more to me. When he got between my legs and I spread them for him, I felt myself becoming aroused. I thought about our last visit while masturbating wanting him to fuck me. I went to his office after cumming, my pussy still wet from the orgasm. The office seemed empty. No one was in the waiting room or at the front desk. The doctor came out to see me alone in his office. He was nice enough not to collect the copay and he led me into the exam room asking me to undress and to only wear the paper gown. Then he left. …
A slight departure from Mandy.
As I said, I was preparing for a US trip for about 5 days before this last encounter with Mandy. Well something happened on the plane coming home which I would like to share as it is sort of related. As is obvious by now, I have been writing about my adventures with Mandy. Well I wrote quite a lot of it during my US trip. So it was an overnight flight back from the US, I was sitting in the window seat of a row of three with a couple next to me. I am not sure of the ages, but I’d guess 40 something, but it doesn’t really matter. They both fell asl**p, or so I thought, but as I never can, I opened my laptop and continued with my Mandy story. I can’t remember which part I was writing, when the lady next to me said “Is that all true?” I nearly jumped out of my skin, but managed a startled reply of “No, of course not. I just write erotic fiction” “Mmmmmm really, what a shame. Do you mind if I have a read then?” By this time she was almost reaching out for the lap top and I reluctantly agreed. She started reading Part 1, and was talking to me at the same time. “I have 2 daughters about the same age as Mandy” she said, “I know how provocative and sexy they can be. They behave all innocently and cute, but know exactly what they are doing. This is one hell of a hot story. I’m starting to get a little turned on”. I looked down and she was rubbing the front of her jeans, just lightly, but it was definitely happening. “If you say so, but my daughters aren’t and I know what effect they …
Twin Japanese Nieces Pt19
Twin Japanese Nieces Pt19 Belgium is a nice place to visit in the summertime. With the cooler climate and temperate weather, I strongly suggest it to anyone who is thinking of a trip over seas. And Brussels has a lot to offer for the international traveler, I just wish I could have seen more of it. With a full schedule of daily meetings and presentations, my business duties swallowed up almost every second of the 6 days I spent there. I did, however, get to check in on the girls every evening. It was really something the way Kayko made them work. I set up my computer one day to record whenever the motion sensor detected someone in the gym. I was surprised to see that Kayko worked the girls with the pussy exercises for almost 6 hours a day! And every afternoon, US time, they left the gym carrying something inside them. I guess Kayko was not satisfied with their progress. On the third evening of my trip I turned the cams on to see Saki hanging upside down by the spreader bar. Her little legs were spread obscenely wide and Kayko was standing right next to her barking out commands like she was a drill sergeant. I looked at the cam that pointed straight down at her crotch. I could see the end of the stone inside her but very little movement. Kayko was speaking to her and making gestures with her hands while my pet pushed with her muscles. At lease she was in expert hands for her training. Erin and Shiori were on the long low table trying their best to pick up one dumbbell each. …
My 1st time having sex with a guy!!
I went out with a gay friend of mine hem was my hairdresser Rodney he is fine as hell ripped stomach sexy body big fat cut shaved cock,he. Be out for cocktails at a gay bar after about five drinks apiece we started dancing mingling with people I met a beautiful TS lady boy he look & acted just like a girl we was dancing dirty I was getting so turned on she was grabbing my dick kissing my neck talking dirty and it was working so we,went back to,the vip room and was making out she had just un button my pants was stroking my cock so,good & was about to suck it and then Rodney came in said we have to go so I got her number so I call him later he was jealous so we went back to his house to party he ask me if I wanted a drink sure I said give me a cocktail glass with orange juice & g which I had no idea was in the next thing I know I was feeling so horny I mean all my ambitions were gone I told him I feel weird he said all you need is a hot shower so i took,a,shower and that shit hit even harder by time I finished w/ my shower i barely made it to the couch I so fucked up I couldn't tell wrong from right or just didn't care I was so,horny my sick was so hard and my ass was so wet next thing I know he was on his knees makes spreading my legs open licking my nipples & biting them stroking my cock slowly went down licking my stomach & balls then gave me the best head I ever had as he was rubbing my ass hole working his fingers in& out of my hot wet tight ass talking so sexy to me …
A new spark part 2
“Dude, seriously?” “Yup,” I say, while taking a sip of my beer. Jerry is very enthusiastic about my weekend transgression. I told him what happened because, I couldn’t hide the stupid grin on my face. “And you spend the whole night with this chick?” “I did.” “I never thought you’d have it in you, man. Congrats!” “Thank you,” I say, still smiling like an idiot. “So what now?” “Going to see her again, two weeks from now.” “Jesus! That good, was she?” “You have no idea.” “And what about V?” “What about her? I’m sure she’s had a fun weekend without me.” “Yeah, but you can’t keep this up, man. Living in the same house while fucking someone else.” “From what I can tell, she’s been doing it for a while.” “But still. Why stay at all? Isn’t that just going to mess, both of you up?” I pause a minute, shocked by the level of maturity coming from my, forever bachelor friend. “Damn dude, I haven’t thought all this through yet. Can’t you just let me have this one.” Jerry backs off and says, “hey, all the more power to you. The stupid grin suits you.” The conversation turns when some shortstop gets pitched out for the third time in a game. Like we are the best coaches in the world, we tell the players and coaches on TV what to do. They seldom listen. The evening winds down, our team has lost and the burgers are gone. I thank Jerry, who again tells me, that this is the place to go, if I decide to leave. “Dude, one more thing.” “What is it Jerry?” I ask. Not sure he’s going to have anything …
Cindy was a single mother
A Story By: beach-mom Cindy was a single working mother. She had many ex-boyfriends who were either divorced or unmarried. Having gone out with them for the past few years only brought back the reasons why she never married any of them in the first place. Cindy felt it was all-hopeless; she would never be able to find the right guy suitable for her. Her daughter Debbie was fifteen, only twenty years younger than herself. The divorce was very painful for her at first, but she seemed to take it well later on. She gave all her support to her loving mom. This was the only reason why Cindy continued to fight life itself. Debbie was the only reason why she didn't just end all her misery. Cindy was a lovely blonde woman with breasts that would pop the eyes of any man. Her buns were very nicely shaped thanks to constant exercise. She would often stand in front of the mirror and admire herself. She knew what a knockout she was. And even with all her good looks, she would often wonder where she had gone wrong. She could never understand why she wasn't able to hold her marriage together. Whenever these feelings arose, she'd lie down and sob. One evening, Cindy returned home from her friend's house to find that the door to their apartment was slightly ajar. She guessed that Debbie must have been in a hurry and forgot to lock the door. This got her a little pissed off because of the thought of burglars getting free access to their home. She quietly shut the door and locked it behind …
Texas Capital
Her name is JoJo, she is 35, 5 foot 7, slim but with a curvy, feminine figure, 32-24-34. Her long flowing blonde hair contrasts my porcelain fair skin and my pretty, delicate features. Her family made their fortune in the timber trade, her family is wealthy. She lives in a huge Tudor style mansion set in a sprawling garden with a swimming pool, in Austin Texas. JoJo is educated in the most exclusive boarding school and ivy league law school and she runs a successful political consulting firm in Austin. She is divorced with no children, she has had 2 previous relationships. We had met through a mutual friend at a political fund raising party, and two weeks later I called and we met for dinner. She is dressed simply, a gauzy thin, dark blue Gucci dress and matching heels. It starts innocently, with dinner and drinks. As the evening progressed and the drinks flowed, we became less inhibited and just a more intimate physically. Holding hands graduated to more daring touches of skin, she refused to go further. She had not been with a man since her last relationship. At the end of the evening, I was to drop her off at another friends gathering. JoJo is halfway out of the car when I lean over to kiss her goodnight. As soon as our lips met, she melted. My lips parted hers, and my tongue invaded the privacy of her mouth, all her friends, that gathering she was to attend, her past relationships, everything else, ceased to matter. She is mine for the taking. I start fondling her body …
Rebecca in trouble (part 2)
Rebecca trembled as she lowered her arms from her breasts. She laced her fingers behind her neck and thrust her breasts out for all of them to see. There was a murmur from all as Rebecca's breasts were bared to them. Although she was only 18 years old, her breasts were big, yet firm. They defied gravity by pointing out. Her nipples were large, and because of the fear, had hardened to points. "You have magnificent tits, Rebecca. We are going to enjoy them immensely in the days to come. We have great plans for them, some will be painful, but others will be pleasurable." "Please do not hurt my breasts, they are so sensitive after the abuse they got before," Rebecca moaned, but knew that her pleas fell on deaf ears. They intended to abuse her breasts, especially her nipples. As Rebecca stood there half-naked, she heard the dreadful words, "Now the skirt, I want to see the great legs," said the Commander. "Slowly raise it up until you get to your waist, so we may see all of your panties". Rebecca lowered her arms and slowly grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it up her legs, revealing her legs and finally her panties. Higher and higher she raised it, until her whole lower waist was covered only in her panties. "Now remove your skirt and throw it on the floor," the Commander said. Rebecca obeyed, and now stood in her panties, fearing the next words and the final humiliation of the f***ed stripping. "Slowly lower your panties to your knees, so we may see your pussy. It …
Kristens Hidden Fetish – Rewrite
I woke up in a dark room; I couldn't see a thing. I tried to get up but I couldn't. My hands were both strapped very tightly to some unseen object above my head. I realized then why I was so cold – I was completely naked. I was attempting to puzzle through this situation when a door on the far end of the room opened. Light flooded the room, making my eyes sting. As the room became illuminated, I could see there were other people in the room, also handcuffed to bars on the ceiling. I took a better look at the newcomer. They were a girl, about 5 and a half feet tall. She was wearing very tight jeans and had only a sports bra on. She stopped in the middle of the room, looking me in the eyes. "You're probably wondering why you're here," she said. I nodded. "Well," she began, "I enjoy sex very much, you see. So I've taken the time to capture you and bring you here to be my personal sex slaves. My name is Kristen, but I expect each of you to refer to me as 'Mistress', or I will punish you accordingly. You are required to serve me for a period of 1 year, after which it is your choice to stay or not. And don't even think of escaping – we're on an island, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now," speaking as she went to unlock our handcuffs. "I'll show the three of you to your room." I looked at the other two prisoners. Both were girls. "Room, singular?" I questioned. "M-mistress?" Kristen laughed, light and full of genuine humor. "Yes, you are not going to have separate rooms. …
The Adventures of a Slut
My name is Candace Wellington. I am the ex-wife of Bradford J. Wellington III, a hot shot Madison Avenue attorney. His law firm, Wellington, Tremont and Schwartz has offices in New York City and Connecticut. Our highly publicized divorce forced me to leave the comforts of our Connecticut estate. I am looking to escape the nasty headlines, FORMER STRIPPER IS STRIPPED BARE OF HER POOR HUSBAND'S ASSETS. All sorts of rumors floated around. Most were harsh, but some were as gentle as snowflakes, over Rockefeller Center. I just wanted to start a new life. A little place in upstate New York with money I ‘rat holed’ over the past two years would be just perfect. Yes, that’s right. I was a stripper when I first met Brad. My name was ‘Candy Cane.’ He would always come in on Friday nights after working hard all week. A very kind and generous man. Deep blue piercing eyes, a nice mane of sandy, well styled, short, brown hair. Always in a suit which on his six foot frame made him very desirable. He smiled as he watched me dance, strip and slither around the stage. Afterwards I would be instructed to go to his table and do whatever he wanted. Brad always stood and had a rose ready to give me, while he pulled out a chair for me. After a few drinks he seemed more at ease. We would go into the back room and I’d straddle him and give him a lap dance. His hands were always on my hips as I shimmied and gyrated. I felt his cock harden beneath me and that was my signal that he wanted a blow job. …