This is the fifth and final episode of the "Dressed for Disaster" saga about a man who escapes from the World Trade Center, fakes his death, and falls into the hands of a mad scientist, who transforms him into a woman. Anne Summers had always thought that Christmas would be the worst time. The death of her husband Patrick the preceding September had been s...
Sheila couldn't believe what she was doing. Her mouth was pressed firmly against a moist bare pussy and her tongue licking in and out with passionate need. She flattened her tongue and took long licks before flicking the clit several times and returned to long licking again. Above her, Sissy sat astride her face and enjoyed this younger woman's delightful t...
Mistresses Melba the Black Spanking Queen My name is Melba and I am a 46 year old single black woman living in Oakland, California. My husband left me 14 years ago for another woman. Turned out she was a good looking young white girl with big knockers that he had been fucking for over two years on the side. I am a big woman tipping the scales at 240 lbs. I...
I work as a saleswoman for a company that markets adult products. The pay is low, the travel constant and the hours unsociable. But it's all I can get at the moment. Mostly it's parties or fundraisers I go to, usually held in someone's home. The fundraisers are nearly always mixed events. Although I sell more this way, I don't look forward to them. One of th...
This story is a continuation of I’m Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 8 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. * THE FLIGHT HOME 9 and I selected two seats on the next to th...
Summary: A spa owner is seduced and turned by seductress Bree. Note 1: Thanks to Jedd for inspiring the story. Note 2: All characters are at least 18, yada yada, yada. Note 3: Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, Scott and Wayne for editing this story in 2017, and to Tex Beethoven for helping me add a fresh coat of polish in the spring of 2019. Note 4: This...
I was alone with my daughter's boss, Lynnae, in her childhood bedroom. She was panting after running up the stairs to escape a fight that had broken out in front of us. She smiled at me. "That was pretty wild, huh?" "Your dad punched that guy," I breathed. "He had to protect all of this," she said, gesturing to her toned naked body. "My dad lets people loo...
As soon as Abi got to the station she got a call from the ME. She'd been right, the dog had been poisoned with hemlock. Not a conventional poison these days but as it can be found growing in hedgerows and a simple internet search can teach you how to administer it, she was surprised it wasn't used more often as it left no retail trail to follow. Dave Wallac...
And so the days and nights passed for Nadia. Nadia submitted willingly and obediently to the Mistresses of Imperium. Nadia, like all of the other slaves, was naked at all times. She at first anticipated that the act of being nude would be humiliating, but she soon found it empowering, especially whenever she was the object of a male servant's gaze. She was p...
On we go to the next jolly tale. The auction! The grand prize (me!) had brought quite a haul for the sorority. It was oddly pleasing too. Shade informed me the date was set: the last Saturday in September. It seemed unusual being so long after the event itself. Stacy put the date into my calendar when I gave to her. A raised eyebrow. A nod in response. This...