First story i've done in a long time, wrote this up in only a few minutes. Re Edit: This was meant to be a very quick story to test the waters. Kindly edited to provide peace of mind to the editors. * Quinn [18 YEARS OLD!] always had a lust for women deep down inside him, almost every man in the world would receive the burden of such from puberty, and th...
Summary: May doesn't feel the need to really treat her maid with respect. After all, what's the worst that could happen? Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone for the kind emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I'd absolutely love feedback; I'm very happy to be giving back to this nice site. Hope you enjoy, and...
I heard the knock on my door and thought to myself, 'Finally!' I knew that the knock announced the arrival of the hotel's house maid. I'd been keenly anticipating her appearance since I checked in. I should explain that this is very special hotel, one that is operated by exceptional staff. You won't find this hotel on the internet, it doesn't advertise. You...
The way to handle stupid people Le fleur de chardon wasn't a big tavern but it was a lovely place to have a drink with some friends. Louise was in company of François de Poncy and three others musketeers. It was almost two weeks since Louise met François and she was beginning to wonder if there wasn't a way to earn some trust. The musketeer had presented th...
Chapter Seventeen: It's time that Chantel Earned Her Keep. Well it's the morning of a Saturday, to where by night time I will soon be doing some true sissy slut street walking and now truly begin to earn my keep and begin to earn some serious money for my Master. I awake like all other mornings at 7:30am and follow my morning routine, enema, shower, shave...
This story was also published elsewhere by me. *** Birmingham, March, 1893. Master Edward Doyle watched the hansom cab horses clip-clop past his house from the upstairs window, in the cobblestoned street below, people walked to and fro this cloudy afternoon. Oblivious to what he had in mind inside of his house! Edward turned away, shoes creaking a littl...
She whimpers, frantically running her face under the shower, opening her mouth catching water, spitting it out. The foul taste has seeped into her being. She cannot clear it from her nostrils, her sinuses, her mouth, her tongue. She dips her head, her hair down under the showerhead. "Thank god for this short hair," she thinks. She shampoos it out quickly...
Geena was so mad she wanted to break everything in her house. Dave had used her, but she didn't see it until now. Actually, she didn't want to see it until now. Those smoky eyes, his easy-going laugh, how he charmed her into having sex with him. Not just one time, but many. And Geena, always aiming to please him, gave him blow job after blow job when he ra...
Our good girl transforms to a clumsy naughty maid I lay across my husband's lap, his thick rod pressing up against my stomach. I am blindfolded. My hands are cinched at my lower back, covered with my skirt folded over my backside. My breasts dangle out of the dress, my tits gripped by unforgiving clamps. I tension my toes to keep my heels on my airborne fee...
The maid had soon dressed the princess, selecting a soft, deep blue velvet gown, with intricate lacing at the scalloped bust. She did up the princess's long dark locks in a golden threaded coiffure. To her face she brushed soft powders, and adorned her with lovely fragrances from the jeweled bottles. To her ears she fastened beautiful white gems, skillfully...