I think I'm in trouble. Cindy told me I had to do some chores while she was at work, but I forgot all about it and she's walking through the door. There was something about a bag of washing but I can't remember and she's furious. She looks so sexy in her smart top, her white stockings and little black pleated skirt and I know what I want to do but her face s...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * One of the best things of having good friends with same interests is that you can share with them even your most secret pleasures. No judgment there, maybe a little tease, but that's ok after all; it's part of the fun! It was not long since I moved to the cit...
Until that Monday I would never have believed what life changing events could happen on such a dull autumn day. The alarm had gone off (as it always did) at 6:30, time for a shower and work, it didn't even cross my mind that I hadn't had time to do any washing that weekend, or at least it didn't until I went to get dressed. "F@#k, what am I going to wear no...
Jenny walked out of the shop with Linda holding tightly onto her hand. In Jenny's other hand she held a large black bag. They walked through the precinct on their way back to Jenny's car. "Can you feel the eyes on you?" asked Jenny quietly to Linda. "Yes I can" she replied. "And how does it make you feel?" asked Jenny. "I makes me feel horny" she replie...
Naked, you stand before her. 'Come to Mummy,' she coaxes. 'You called me and here I am. Take this step, why don't you?' She held out a pair of pretty white knickers towards you. 'These belong to you.' You stare back, unable to tear your gaze away from her warm, motherly face. Two eyebrows plucked to feminine arches; two bright blue eyes fix you in a hypnot...
In chapter one Brian was caught wearing Mandy's panties. In chapter two Brian pays for his misdemeanour. In this chapter Brian goes shopping. Friday morning and the weekend was fast approaching. I was still quite worried about what Mandy and Beth would ask of me, but I knew for sure that there was still lots of scope for my tormentors to humiliate and deg...
"Something tasty in the kitchen. 8pm sharp." He had received her instruction by text message. He sat by the table and watched the digital readout on the oven advance the last few minutes before eight o'clock. No food in it or on the stove, no crockery set out. Behind him she purred a welcome. He turned to see her framed in the doorway. Her hair tied back an...
Any of you who have read some of my previous stories will know that I do not wear underclothes. I don't wear either knickers or bras, no tights only stockings in winter and bare legs in the summer. Chris likes it that way so that he knows that under my skirt my pussy is always naked and he can frequently feel up my mini-skirt to caress my bare bum and the pr...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
Back at work in the new year, I was missing Sophia's horny body. A sight for sore eyes amongst the chaotic views of site work. She turned up all overalls and paint rags one lunchtime at the end of the first week. I was mortified when she took her bag of used nylons away with her. I had missed her naughty little body and her cheeky ways but to have a little...