It was a Saturday afternoon, the high tide of buying and selling at the Nimitz Road Flea Market. I walked straight through the entire lot towards stall 137, where Sheila kept her shop. When I got there, the door was pulled down tight, and I could hear strange noises coming from inside. In two seconds I knew what the sounds were, even though I had never heard...
It was a hot as hell summer day and I was at the Nimitz Road Flea market, just walking up and down the long section of open tables. There weren't even any stalls here, just a long metal roof that that covered about 47 dealers. There were the standard socks, cheap shirts and jeans, sun glasses and knock off purses sold by the Thai and Vietnamese families. A f...
To get a sense of how the characters relate to one another, please read Parts 1 and 2. ***** Rachel had only lived in London for a year. She'd decided to work as an au pair with a French family, who were living in the UK, it was to improve her language skills, before she went off to uni. Occasionally she got a long weekend off and came home, usually to ple...
AFTERNOON: "Mine" She was next on the floor, constantly moaning, her ass slightly up in the air, directly exposed to my wanting dick. Her legs were up in the air, feet behind her head. I stood up above her for a second or two, aware of the feral look that my eyes would've had. I seemed to be feeling blood coursing through my veins all over my body. I crouc...
I'd been asked to sit by Norm Watson. He was a divorced father and his ex had custody of the children. I thought that it was odd that he'd require a sitter and queried him on it. "I'll explain when you get here," he told me. "You may not have to do any sitting at all but you'll still get paid." I had nothing on for the afternoon so I agreed. As soon as I t...
Two days passed after my last assignment and I was getting worried, I heard that they will be looking at how I did after 3 clients and if I was ready, I would become a full employee. But I haven't heard from them at all so I raced to my computer and opened my email just to make sure they used all possible forms of messaging me. Luckily there was an email fro...
Trish Stratus was awoken slowly by the sound of moaning. Female moaning. As she blinked her eyes open Trish was horrified to see women tangled together in a lesbian orgy. She tried to move away but her arms and legs were trapped firmly in place by some ropes, keeping her in a standing spread eagle position. There was also something in her mouth which Trish...
"Amshterdam ish the washte dishposal capital of Europe," the Irishman said drunkenly before drawing on a monster spliff. "Seems like paradise to us," Rich Hutson said. He took a draw on the same spliff. Shit, this shit was potent. He coughed out some smoke before passing it on to his friend Shaun Laymon. They'd come over for a weekend trip to see the sigh...
Chapter Twenty Three: Sissies at Work, Sissies as Sluts at the Farm. 4:00am and the alarm clock goes off. We three sissies must wake and begin our day of long, hard labour of degrading sissy maid and sissy slut work. Off comes our sleeping lingerie and soon three naked with only our chastity devices dangling on our sissy dicks we must quickly and together s...
The week following Jimmy and his friends' party was fairly uneventful. Although they messaged me a few times on IM and I even gave them all a little show on the web cam, it was only teasing and nothing fulfilling. I went no further than stripping to my underwear with a little flashing here and there. In a way I was glad for the quiet week; I was a little s...