As Frances stood before me naked, I felt a twinge in my wet pussy. She was not as nervous as I thought she would be. My antagonistic intentions for her faded as I admire Frances’ natural beauty. This is the first time I have seen Frances with any make-up. I was speechless in awe of her. Frances broke the ice by pointing at my panties and saying they were wet...
Daphne bursts out of the dressing room in a neon pink chemise. I can see her dark nipples through the lace. I blush. "What do you think?" I've had a crush on Daphne since she sang "Vision of Love" at the eighth grade talent show. She was a lot cooler than me so I pined from afar. Then we got jobs at the mall our first summer back after graduation and someh...
09 July 2020 22:10 On a rainy night Raj arrived at CSMT Mumbai by a train with a general compartment ticket. A young lad of merely 18 years with little to no acquaintance with the city life of the shining Mumbai he had boarded the train. It was his first visit to Mumbai and hereafter for no reason at all it seemed to him that it was his destiny to be a par...
"I'm thinking of taking a lover." The words rose in the air between us like plumes of cigarette smoke. It's too bad, really, now that sort of cliché – manufactured foreplay - has succumbed with government law. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, of cigarettes, of rebellion, what and who my desires were. On this damp London night myself and this young nymph had m...
Mrs. Black called and told me to come back to her house, pick up the girl and drive her home. It was already 11:30 but she asked me to come inside because she had another little job for me. I did her bidding and collected the girl. "What did you do in there? I asked as I opened the car door for her. "My 'daddy' gives good dick in the ass," she said laughin...
Hey, there. My name is Catherine Burning and I'm a five-foot-nine, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a real estate agent by day and a BDSM fanatic and interracial domination enthusiast by night. I live in my mansion with my assorted slaves, a group of women whose only ambition in life is to serve me. Sexu...
Chapter Two The Lady Even though I hadn't known her name until the night before, I'd been watching Greta for a very long time. I suppose it started back when she was pre-adolescent. Along with my duties in hell as head mistress, punishing the souls of the sexually wicked, I was responsible for going to earth at night and finding adulteresses so that I co...
Secret #5 Betty was a beauty. Only, she was a woman who kept a lot of secrets. Let's recap her secrets, thus far, before revealing her 5th secret. Secret #1 Betty is insane. Secret #2 Betty works as a stripper. Secret #3 Betty was incestuously raped by her father and brother. Secret # 4 Betty is a lesbian. Now, looking at Betty, no one would imagine that...
I could visualise the crumpled bed sheets showing signs of the previous client; screwed up tissues and discarded condom wrappers lying on the floor. I ran my fingers over the satin sheets, imagining the raw sexual emotions that had come together, within. Smoke, from the numerous cigarette butts in the ashtray, still hung in the air and hidden behind it, ther...
Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...