Howard Bryce went to the locker room five minutes before the whistle blew. He was in a hurry, hoping to beat his colleagues so he could change into his street clothes unobserved, and protect his secret. He power walked through the factory, taking an unauthorized shortcut between two processing machines (an act that would get him suspended for three days w...
David looked at his computer monitor, debating what to write. So far, he had "Dear Management" written on the open email. It's not that he had a problem, it's just that his current co-worker was a little...inappropriate. David worked on the refueling space station Rhyton orbiting a dry planet that in turn orbited a young star. The station was huge, containi...
If you're going to be critical just for the sake of being critical, don't say anything because I will flag you with the webmaster. Be constructive with your criticism. I welcome feedback. ***** Shopping day rolled around. For the first time Master was going to take it to town and "teach" it how to shop. It is as if Master forgot it was once free, shopping...
Bespoke underwear. That was what the shop offered. It would be nice to own some. And I could afford it really, at the expense of something else, but the prices were silly, and my stock size body, with its 36C tits, did not need underwear to be made to measure. Besides, I had no regular partner to appreciate such finery, and my string of temporary men-friends...
----------------------------------------------------- Note to readers -- in my motherland, a house girl is someone you will call a maid. She is usually a young girl, and lives with the family. She helps around the house by cleaning, cooking, and doing other housework. Most house girls are brought in to help busy wives to take care of the house as well as yo...
Candles flickered in the darkness as I watched my master enter the room and slowly walk to me. I knelt on a thin pillow in front of his chair that he allowed me, waiting for him to come to bed. I had prepared the room just how he liked it and had finished all I normally did for bed and any service that had been requested of me. Everything was in readiness fo...
A renowned warrior-poet of old once wrote that love is a battlefield. Or something along those lines. Sir Charles couldn't be bothered to remember the specifics; he already knew he was on to something. A decisive victory could be won only with surprise and overwhelming force. But how? Charles was no stranger to the wages of love, having bested, bedded, and...
It was Monday and Elena Jackson was doing her housekeeping. She lived in a perfectly ordinary house in a perfectly ordinary street and a perfectly ordinary part of the city. The sun was shining and the day was warming up. There was nothing outward to show anything was other than ordinary. Elena was happy today. Cleaning, dusting, doing the laundry and chan...
Re-Introduction Hi, if we haven't met yet, my name is Cindy; I'm a cocksucking, dick-riding, pussy-eating, ass-fucking cum slut. And these are my confessions. My very first orgasm, and the half-dozen that followed, I climaxed while a cock spurted hot cum in my mouth and I fingered myself. The next 20 or 30 times I came, I was squatting in a glory hole, ag...
We lived in a garrison town and my forty-year-old husband Tony was reading the local paper and exclaiming disgusting over and over again. “Do you see this Jenny, a study by the university says that tests have shown that one in four of the children born in this town have been conceived in a cuckolding situation! That’s ten times the national average; it’s t...