My name is Allison Brand, and I'm a model. For the past four years, I've been a fashion model. I've modeled blue jeans, skirt-suits, sportswear, swimwear, lingerie, just about every sort of type of clothing they sell in America. And then, my roommate Chloe stepped in and interfered. Chloe has something of a twisted and playful sense of humor. In additi...
Anya spent the next few days in a very satisfied state of bliss. Her shifts at work had seemed to fly by. Her young patients had been time consuming and she had enjoyed the other nurses she had worked with. Several of her work friends had commented on her new "jewelry" and Anya had just quietly smiled and said that she'd needed to do something for herself. T...
I flicked back through the preceding pages in Anya's diary, looking over what she'd written about Teresa. "You are going to need to tell me more about Teresa, my dear." "Yes, Sir." "But... not right now. Right now, we need to decide on some humiliation for Anya. Something degrading, and electrifyingly exciting. Something unforgettable." "Yes, Sir." She be...
This story is loosely based upon some true events. Names have been changed to protect identities. It is a prequel to my Stepdaughter stories and includes some of the characters featured in those. ***** Three years before I began my affair with her daughter, I did enjoy a fantastic relationship with my wife. Our sex life was very active and adventurous. We...
Preface. The story did not happen, but I based all of its characters on real people. Alex was in his final year in college when he met Anya and Natasha. The girls were both exchange students from Russia; they were both three or four years younger than Alex. He hasn't met them properly, but couldn't help noticing them. Anya was the hottest of the two....
Sable panties and ski tights in a wad at her ankles, round firm breasts peaking from a sky blue top and sports bra bunched around her slender waist, and snug in her creamed muff a immense wet cock with its recently released white spunk deep within her, Anya purrs in the warm sunlight and dry meadow grass as I, behind, run a hand through her flaxen hair and,...
Anya lay on the ground and heard his heavy footsteps approach and she made sure her face was resting on her right cheek, so that she could see him as he approached. His face was a little red, and he was working hard to conceal his anger with her, she could tell, and felt her body shiver with apprehension. She bit her lip as she heard the door open near her r...
Sunlight poked through the heavy closed curtains of her bedroom, and Anya stretched on her bed, feeling warm from not only the thick bedspread, but the large male bodies that were piled around her on the bed. Smiling, she opened her eyes to see the still sleeping form of Sergei, who was holding her tightly against him. She could feel his leg thrown over her...
Mike found both maidbots in the kitchen, idling away the time and staring out into space. He had made this the place for them to wait when their chores were all done so he could easily find them. The perfectly identical short-haired brunettes stood side by side, both dressed in their skimpy see-through maid outfits, and both making the loud unnatural sound...
"Oh my God, if I could have sex with nothing but that goo, I totally would, Deandra. For real." Anya's satisfied whimper made the French woman laugh gently as she continued to work the thick, medicinal goo into Anya's two holes. "I've used it a time or two myself, Anya, I understand how you feel. Though, I've never fucked a dragon." "Just go out in the yar...