Chapter 3 - Playtime in the morning It was early Saturday morning. The birds in the garden were shrieking their empty heads off, while Jenny was wide-awake, feeling seriously randy. A month of abstention, a punishment and a strenuous bondage session had broken a dam holding back her sex-drive. She had a serious itch and just the tool to scratch it was lying...
A middle-aged man with silver hair and a deep tan greeted my Owner with a handshake. Master nodded to me. "This is my bitch," he announced by way of introduction. Silverhair looked me over with no attempt to hide his inspection. He did not talk to me, rather addressed my Owner. "How would you like us to refer to her?" Behind my mask, I waited with interest...
This story is a continuation from my older account. ***** "Oh, by Jove, you fucking bugger, I love your cock up my bum!" Chelsea screamed aloud as I pounded her sweet British ass in her lovely posh accent. Chelsea definitely had a nice, tight, pale bottom, recently cherry as it was. I had to say to myself that if she went about her first porn anal the way...
"Just wait until the reverse gang-bang, honey! That's still coming, you know. I have some special pills to help you ... perform the whole time, if you don't mind taking them with your supper," my wonderful wife told me as she sucked my cock straight from Alicia and Krystal. Eddie was busy eating my sister out now, cleaning up his own creampie mess, even as...
The next few days and evenings were a whirl of feminine preparation for Josie. A new pair of shiny black shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels and new fully-fashioned stockings with beautiful seams. Trimming her pubic hair; waxing her legs and underarms at the salon; doing her hair differently; practice in applying new make-up; lacquering her finger and toe nails...
My bottom was still sore as a Sunday whipping the next morning, and it being dark winter, Mother had my maid Gertrude fetch not just water and firewood with her morning chores, but also a small block of ice wrapped in cheesecloth. I chipped a bit into a washrag and sat upon it for a few minutes, and soon I felt much better. The relatively gentle, average-s...
Philip and Denise part Two On Friday I was at my desk at Prettyman's, worrying away at a forecast of growth prospects for light engineering companies in the East Midlands. There were good reasons for optimism in the short term as Britain, Europe and the USA rebuilt after the war, but the prospects for the medium term looked more uncertain, but a lot less re...
He stood fidgeting in the bus station. Even after all they had discussed online, he was intensely nervous, and he couldn't imagine what she must be feeling. Their meeting was a leap in the near-dark for both of them, and he knew it involved a great deal of trust on her part. They had only exchanged emails up till now. And for the life of him, he couldn't beg...
I laughed and she laughed with me. I said, "Mrs. Bowman, I've had enough and more than the average white boy could stand. I will be very happy if you just let me hold you." She giggled for me and snuggled closer. A moment later, she said, "I thought we would go mystical like we did the other night." I didn't answer her right away but she had answered one o...
Chapter III Suckling a Curate It was some days before Beverley recovered from her encounter with the con man who was also a cross dressing masochist with a penchant for ladies underwear. The following week she was surprised to receive a telephone call from the curate at her local church who wanted to come round and see her. Naturally she agreed and they ar...