John parks the car at the far end of the large car park so we're not seen arriving together. That's very important. We play by my husband's rules. I have no choice in the matter. "Come on you little slut," he says, killing the headlights and switching off the ignition. He doesn't smile, only puts his hand up my skirt and feels my crotch. "Jesus!" he says. Y...
Stopping for a Drink It had been a long week. So I stopped for a drink on the way home last Friday night. The bar wasn't busy. The other customer I noticed was pretty, with shoulder length blonde hair, probably bleached, dressed in a sheer, white silk blouse and conservative, expensive wool suit; the skirt ended modestly about an inch above her knees, displ...
"Get in the cage, mutt." My Lady told me. "I've had enough of your insolence." She cracked the whip across my backside as I crawled on my hands and knees into my cage. I crawled into the large black crate that sat in the corner of My Lady and My Master's living room. They'd allowed me a soft pad in the bottom and soft fleece blanket if it was wintertime. Wh...
She was glossily black, big tit's wobbling loose under a baggy tee-shirt and about mid thirties I guessed. Her attitude when she opened the door was initially surprised, then gushing and full of joy to see the dog I had by the scruff of it's neck. For it's part it ignored her outstretched arms and wandered into the house as I gulped at the vision - then did...
I thought the place was empty. The big, old – in fact quite eerie Georgian period house was in one of those quiet, tree lined streets in the genteel old town. Sent to survey the plumbing for the company I worked for and the last job of the day, I had been advised the key was where the lazy estate agent had left it hidden. It was and I let myself in to the ha...
Towel wrapped tight over her breasts, hair chill beneath a whirling ceiling fan, Lily sits on her bed reading the instructions on the ruled paper. She bites her lip. If she does this... and it doesn't work? If Estlyn was lying? She would be disowned by her parents, excommunicated from the church. She'd be the subject of the kind of whispers that preempt mis...
"Damn it, Mia! I'm not asking for anything like a 'mercy fuck,.' All I'm asking is a little empathy and trust." She stared into his blind eyes for a long minute before speaking. "I know that your sex life is shit, I understand that you really miss porn since losing your eyesight, I know all that. But what you're asking is...well, impossible. First of all, I...
She was a friend, a good friend and wife of a mate. She had wanted to go out for the night and do ‘something wild’ for absolutely ages and had driven us all mad with her constant whinging about it. Mick her husband wasn’t interested and as my wife was working the 4 to 12 shift, I agreed to take her to a couple of night spots where she’d see some ‘wild’ thing...
Author's note: - This is my first submission so constructive feedbacks are welcome. ***** Here was this mystery woman, standing at my bedroom door, her carefully matched white panties and perhaps too small sports bra hinting at the shape of things to come. Her hair was short but wavy, falling over her black-rimmed glasses. She was attractive, until you pee...
Paul had reflected a lot since his divorce. He was not about to give up on sex at 53 years old; hookers and wanking were really not up to the job and there was absolutely no way he was going to set himself up to be cleaned out by another gold digging wife. Whichever way you looked at it, a guy with a bit of cash built up was just a sitting target for the cr...