Authors Note: Apologies as this is very much just a bridging chapter which will lead to the very last episode of Beyonce In Bondage. As such it's more a small collection of scenes showing where some of the characters are coming into the final denouement. * Beyonce was where she had spent the majority of the past week – on her hands and knees in a dimly li...
I work as an office manager for a large firm of architects with offices throughout the north of England. Our head office is a converted town-house on a quiet street in the centre of Manchester. One of the downsides of owning our own building, is that when any maintenance or repair works need to take place over the weekend, it's my responsibility to come into...
It was third period, and my favorite class of the day. It was History class with Mr. Breslow. Now I know it may seem weird that my favorite class was History, but it wasn't for the content of the class, it because Mr. Breslow was the absolute hottest teacher I had ever had. He was about 6'4" with soft brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had spent his coll...
You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off. ‘No problem, s...
If I had walked into a room and found a man handcuffed to a bed and his ass resting at the edge of the bed with his legs Velcro tied to modified bedposts to keep his ass exposed for easy access I'd ponder a few things but the five large cocked women who entered seemed to take it all in stride. My mistress, a muscular woman with veins popping all over her t...
03:22:46... Pavel Tokarev realised, somewhere, in the back of his mind, that he was in danger of losing control of himself. So he did what he had been trained to do. He took a step back, and took several deep breaths, mentally measuring each intake. And then he reviewed the situation. Kayla Hassan was standing, bent over a table, legs zip-tied apart to the...
This is the sequel of "My Daughter gets her first fucking". ******** Please note that this story will contain more graphic sex than an actual story line. If you do not want to read this sequel, by all means pass it up. ******** At the end of this sequel, there will be four endings. You may choose the one you like. Enjoy!! ******** I told Diane that I...
It's been a week since Halloween and I still can't stop thinking about what happened that night. What that man had done to me. Had I enjoyed it? The very thought made me nauseous, but there was no denying how aroused I had been, how I came twice from the rough anal sex. I couldn't sleep or eat. I skipped the whole week of class as well. I said I was sick, w...
It was accident that Phil had caught the earlier flight home and came home in the middle of the day he told himself. Still he had stood transfixed for half an hour peering through a small crack in the door of his lounge room looking at the scene before him. The hard on in his pants betrayed the excitement he felt. He had come into the house and hearing a gig...
"I had a dream about you last night." I looked up and across the table into her spectacle framed green eyes. "Really?" She had slightly, although somewhat pleasantly, surprised me with her declaration as she sat down to drink her coffee and light a cigarette. "I hope you enjoyed it?" Her eyes twinkled and a lascivious grin spread across her slightly chu...