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...
The newly elected Supreme Leader of Imperium implemented the zero-tolerance immigration policy. The policy was aimed at outsiders who crossed the border into Imperium seeking asylum. A new task force, called the Immigration Corrections Establishment, or ICE for short, was assembled. ICE captured any outsiders who crossed the border illegally. The "Illegals,"...
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...
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...
Many thanks to carsonshepherd and minsue for their help editing this story. * * * It had been a normal, boring suburban day. Chilly and rainy with a wind that cut through you and made it feel at least twenty degrees colder than it really was. Andrea hadn't seen the sun in two days. Another gloomily October in Michigan. It was only seven thirty and it was...
This is the first part of a new story featuring the characters Jessie and Lizzie which I am writing due to all the good feedback I got for the previous one "A High School Bet", so I would like to thank everybody who has been generous enough to give their comments and support, it means a lot to me. * Lizzie Nichols was on her hands and knees, a six inch coc...
It was late afternoon, sitting in the back of the bus, waiting for my stop. I had sat uncomfortable for the last 10 miles and just wanted this horrendous trip to be over with. It had been years since I had ridden the bus and this day had been no better than I had expected. First I had to get up at the crack of dawn to catch the damn thing and then of course...
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...
My name is Dena Jarvis. A lot of people think my life is easy. It's really not. It's hard being me. A five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed White chick born into a wealthy family in the city of Houston, Texas. My parents, Liam and Deanna Jarvis of Austin, own controlling interests in some of the biggest oil companies in Texas and around the Globe. I...