"Missy... wake up!" "Who... what is it?" "It's me, Officer McDonald. Come on, sweetie, wake up!" "What time is it?" "Shhhh! It's just after three in the morning. Come on, get up." "Why?" "Keep your voice down. I don't want to wake up the whole cell block. Get up and let's go." "Let's go? Let's go where?" "I'm taking you to the linen closet. I'm horny...
I ran to Julie's bedroom and tore into her suitcase. I knew what she had sent me for and I couldn't wait to get it back to her. I dug through her clothes, her underwear and her bras. Then I found it! Tucked into the inside pocket, wrapped in a pair of silk panties was my prize. I could feel the stiff plastic through the fabric. I could not stop myself. I rub...
I walked downstairs and into the sorority's common room, dressed in the costume that had been chosen for me; I was dressed in a private school uniform, a couple sizes too small, but not too revealing. All-in-all, it could have been worse; the other three girls were dressed in costumes that either barely covered them, or were practically see through, or both....
I sat there looking at the advertisement for what must be the 100th time. I don’t know why I bothered reading it because I knew it off by heart. “Spanking Services for Ladies only by mature, experienced. caring and understanding Auntie/Domme. First timers especially welcome. Make your fantasies come true. Contact Elizabeth and the phone number. God! I was...
Millicent entered her play room and found her girls all on their knees in the appropriate show of respect and submission except Cynthia. Cynthia was bent over a padded horse with her ass higher than her head and her hands and feet tied to the corners of the horse. "Why is she like that?" she asked curiously and walked over to examine Cynthia's lovely ass. S...
Author's Note: Chronologically this story takes place before the events in the Jacqueline and Victoria stories posted here at literotica. It introduces friends of those two. So, I apologise for confronting you with a lot of (probably) new characters and some background stories, but I wanted to get Jacqy and Tory out of the one-on-one cocoon in which the othe...
Hey, there. My name is Joanna Jacques. I am a five-foot-ten, chubby and big-bottomed, dark-skinned young Black woman of Haitian descent. These days, I’m living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am also openly queer. I attend Carleton University and live in the Vanier area. My neighbours are mostly Africans, Asians and Arabs. Vanier is a small tow...
"Mouse! Get over here!" Michaela inwardly winced hearing her nickname shouted from across the gym. A couple of the volleyball players snickered as she hurried over to Coach Gedren. Michaela hated her nickname but it suited her so well. Standing at 5'4", short brown hair, delicate features and a pair of glasses a little too large for her face, she looked to b...
"I'm getting tired, Donna!" "Already?" "My knees are aching from having to remain in this position! How much longer will this take?" "We've only been at it for less than twenty minutes, Brooke!" "Well, it seems like a lot longer." "You're really not much of an artist's model, are you?" Donna observed with a smirk. "I never said that I was!" "Well, I'm...
Sarah was the new girl in town. Her father had just gotten a new job and the family had to relocate midway through her senior year. Unfortunately, Sarah had to spend the rest of her senior year of high school in a new city. Sarah was a beautiful 18-year-old senior with long dark brown hair. She was 5'7 and 115lbs. Sarah had a very cute face with dark brown...