Irene O'Reilly was working up a good sweat on her daily five-mile run through town. The 61-year-old white-haired beauty loved her runs, particularly on Saturday when she could take her time and not worry about rushing to work as a school principal. She was tall, five-eight, willowy at an athletic 130 pounds, all arms and legs pumping swiftly as she ran the...
With Jim out of town and Dave and Stacy busy with other friends Christy didn't have anything planned for the weekend she decided to spend the day tending to the yard. Since she would be in the yard all day she wasn't too concerned about getting all made up. After showering and grabbing a jog bra, an old tee shirt, and a pair of jogging shorts she got dressed...
I hear your knock at the front door and open it to a vision of pure sex. Dressed in a short skirt, nylons and platform heels, you are the picture of classiness and sluttiness perfectly combined. Your skirt matches the color of your lipstick, and your dangly white earrings match your belt and platform heels. You're also wearing a very low cut top that exposes...
Joe stood staring down at the dark haired beauty with her lips stretched around his cock. Her eyes closed, happily sucking him back like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted, his toes literally curling in the carpet as he felt his dick hit the back of her throat, he really began to groan. As stunned as he was elated, his gaze drifted over to her equally g...
*Author's Note: While all the Tales from the Club stories are stand alone it is recommended that you read them in the order of publication for greatest effect as some may be continuations of previous ones.* ***** Patricia sat at the bar of the club, eyeing a submissive greedily sucking her master's cock under the table. She looked at the scene longingly, w...
Caroline Forbes had been staring at the luxurious mansion that evil bitch Rebekah Mikaelson had compelled her way into, part of her trying to convince herself just to take the plunge and go inside while the other part of her tried to convince her to leave. Of course the latter was the easier option, and it wasn't like she needed the dress her former best fri...
Hello, there. My name is Gina Jean. I am a plump, forty-something black woman of Haitian origin living in the grime-infested city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. I live with my husband and brats on the west side. Like many black chicks in the old hood, I'm not much in the face or personality departments but I've got a thick body, big tits and a b...
With a smirk she forces a ball gag into my mouth and secures my wrists and ankles tightly in restraints that are anchored between the doorframe and door in such a way that I am entirely helpless and exposed. I am a 23-year-old lean, athletic, blond-haired male who is going to school in Boston. I have been interested in bondage and submission for some time, a...
The week was one of those weeks. I was glad it was over. The long hours at work had taken their toll. By the time I had arrived home, I was ready to give in to my body's demand for sleep. I decided it would be best to just crawl into bed for a quick nap before my wife got home. I never heard her come home, never heard the garage door open. "Baby?" She whisp...
I drop to my knees and bow my head as I hear the key in the door. Master is home. I am attired in my daily wear of locking wrist cuffs and collar. Master's plug is in my ass and his favorite red ball gag is around my neck, waiting for use. My hands rest on my knees, which are spread apart as I kneel. Master likes me to be open and available to him whenever I...