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...
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...
Summary: 18-year-old is selling cookies for her younger sister is seduced. Thanks to: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion. Thanks to 2: Tex Beethoven, Robert and THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn the most straight teens, college girls and women. The prize: The winner gets...
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...
Summary: Sweet nerd loses her virginity and discovers her domme side. Note 1: Thanks to HFernandez for suggesting this idea. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, and Wayne for editing this story. Warning: This story manipulates religious doctrine... if that offends you, please quit reading now. This is part four of a potentially lengthy ser...
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...
The sight that greeted Susan as the front door was opened surprised, even amazed, her. Before her stood an overly maid up blonde haired woman dressed in a stereotypical French maid's outfit standing on astonishingly high heeled black sandals. It took Susan a brief moment to gain her composure after witnessing what she thought was a very surreal image. "May...
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...
A/N: This story has no descriptive parts, no narrator. It's a dialogue between a Mistress and her submissive. Please comment and let me know if the experiment worked out or if it totally sucked. And just for your information, It's not necessary to understand the piece but I thought that some of you would want to know that this story takes place in the same...
My name is Eloise Jenkins and I'm a young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm around five-foot-ten, kind of plump, with red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. I'm an Irish-American lesbian and I'm also a BDSM fanatic. By nature, I am submissive. My Mistress Kendra Jones taught me all I know. She's a six-foot-three, curvy and big-bottom...