"What do you mean no?" Carla frowned. "I meant... no. Do I really need to explain the concept of no to you?" Jordan asked dryly. Carla glared, "You have plenty of slaves." "Your point being?" Jordan asked with disinterest. "My point is why would you want to keep Elliot..." Carla said more as a statement than a question, her mind briefly searching for an...
Carla drug herself out of bed the next morning, her eyes felt swollen and grainy. She felt as though she hadn't slept although she knew that she had. She cracked her bedroom door open trying to hear if Ian was up yet. She heard a movie playing and knew that he was already awake. She put on her housecoat and went to his room. "Good Morning!" she said forcing...
Our son Tommy had been able to stay at home with us while attending a local college, so Carla and I had seen him every day of his life until he got an out of state job directly out of college. I was so proud of him that I bought him a new car as a graduation present. We had actually ridden with him to Houston, Texas in his new car. We took turns sharing the...
Carla, the ex-wife and I are still friendly. Even better she's still up for the occasional down and dirty hook-up. She owns an interest in and manages a couple of local dive bars. She maintains the majority owner is an OK guy, other than his occasionally becoming this penny-pinching, purse strings clutching ogre. He can drive her absolutely bat shit crazy. B...
Carla awoke, moaning in pain, face down. Her back ached and her belly felt as if it had been punctured. The brand on her thigh burned her, making her move her leg in discomfort. Her nipples hurt, and her labia felt swollen and scalded. She felt a weight to her right, a body. She opened her eyes, remembering what had happened, and where she was. Carla tried...
I was in my dorm room reading some primary source material for my Advanced Political Theory class. It was late when the phone rang. My girlfriend, Carla, was on the other line. She is a brunette who usually highlights her hair so it appears blondish sometimes. She has great tits, soft but not saggy. Carla is nineteen and a freshman. I'm a junior but I met he...
Carla awoke from a deep sleep. Reaching out, she was disappointed to find that she was alone in bed. Rolling over, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it read 10:47 a.m. Realizing that George had probably gone off to work, she stretched out, frustrated, as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to force herself out of bed. Finally up, she...
As Carla and Victor entered the elevator, Victor looked her over. He looked at her tousled hair and her wrinkled dress. He sniffed in what Carla realized was the overpowering smell of sex that reeked from her. She hoped he didn't notice the streaks of her cunt juice that had run down her leg or the bits of the governor's cum that she had failed to swallow an...
Studio massage had been open for a few years and had the reputation as a legitimate massage parlour. There were however some people who claimed that extras were available if you got the right girl. This sort of massage had always been a fantasy of Mikes, and finally he plucked up the courage to try his luck. Mike entered the parlour and quickly made his way...
Allison meets with Miss Carla, her Disciplinarian, for a second "training " session. The young Engineer finds out more about herself and her desires. Allison unknowingly meets her Accountability Partner. DISCLAIMER: This is a Fantasy work that in no way reflects real workplace situations or practices. All Characters over 18 years. Please view the Tags to d...