Disclaimer and Warning: For those of you who have followed jacinta's tale so far - be prepared for much more extreme and taboo use of her in this chapter. Those who may react to the scenes depicted herein are warned not to proceed. It is a choice you make to read on and see how far into the depths a girl can and will go Chapter 7 She backs in the back door...
The whore gags and chokes as the foaming beer back up thru her nose. She shakes her head, her sinuses exploding with the fizzing beer. Dizzily she braces her self by placing her palms on his knees. She is stunned by a fierce slap to her face. SLLLLLAAAAAAP!!!! Her head snaps. Her vision blurs, her ears ring, her hair sticks to her wet face, covering her...
Driving into work the next morning...thru the heavy traffic...blinking...trying to wake up. Thinking a little of her clients...business she is trying to complete... and if her perverted "play". It keeps her going...wound up, even if it sometimes distracts her from real work. She struggles into the building and in the elevator, up to her floor...thru the ele...
This story is a continuation of Victoria, The Black Man's Whore, and like that story is dedicated to victoriap. The following morning Victoria woke up happy and refreshed. The memory of how she served the men the previous evening made her slut nature happy and self-complacent while the amount of cum she had been lucky to drink made her refreshed, at leas...
Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend. I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20,...
Message to the reader: Once again, this story, as the first one in this series does, has aspects of cuckolding, male submission, lots of humiliation and whipping and even some man/man cock sucking. If this is not your thing, please move on. The use of the "N" word in no way reflects the author's opinions of minorities. Leaving abusive comments about the auth...
Prologue: I am a slave, a real-time, trained, Owned slave. These stories are based on real life experiences that I have had, although names and places have of course been changed. The Mr. O in the stories is my Owner, my Master. He is my world and because of him, I can truly live. As an author’s note, let me say that written erotica flows better without the...
Again...the slut finds herself impatient in traffic the next morning, eager to get to work, hurrying from the elevator, thru the electronic door, into her office. She hurries thru her routine... checking quickly in to the internet, hurrying to find her new "master" online. She finds Him, her face hot, nearly sweating. She scrambles through her papers to fi...
Author' Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Vixen," the alter ego of a model. Now I have written different stories about my life; my inner mind and p...
I usually work from fived in the morning to three in the afternoon. But this Friday night was different because I had to work over-time, since the employee who was supposed to come in at three in the afternoon never showed, I wasn't able to head home till about seven at night. I was pissed! Not at the fact because I was working over-time since I'm a hard wor...