Sisters share more Friday night fun Jennifer & Jamal and Chelsea & Scoot sat lazily in the living room, after their rousing round of sex, making small talk and trading occasional kisses. They were two couples now, at least for tonight, when just a few hours earlier Chelsea and Scoot weren't even acquainted. Jennifer noticed a wetness on her bare bottom a...
Chelsea was sitting at her dinner table on a Monday evening working on a slide deck for her company's new product launch when a text came in. "Show us." A small jolt ran through Chelsea's loins as she rose from her chair to begin her punishment. It had been two days since her last encounter with her Master and Mistress and they had decided upon a devious p...
Molly, a short woman with long dark hair. Her young face quite heavy with make-up, with brown eyes and a fair build, as well as curvy athletic legs. She wore a dark flowing shirt and winter leggings. Her thick black leggings were filled with a rare and powerful Component, a warm mushy bolognese, laced with what looked like spaghetti. It's origin was compl...
When Chelsea returned from her out of town assignment she was excited above all expectations. She kissed me hungrily and thanked me profusely for letting her experience sex with a well hung man. She questioned whether I had any regrets. I did not. When she heard this, she expressed to me that the only second thoughts she had about it was if it somehow began...
Chelsea had spent the last four weeks getting settled into a routine with her vampire lover's twin boys. She'd been hired as their nanny, and almost immediately realized her attraction to her employer, Germaine. He'd revealed himself to be a vampire during their first lovemaking session and since that fateful Halloween night they'd been getting to know one a...
This is the sixth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude III, Chelsea. The typeface is Verdana, the body text is 12pt. I wrote the work using Optima, 9pt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein t...
*Author's note: all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older* Chelsea's mystery fan was cryptic about the details of the job. All he would tell her was that he wanted her to put on a "private show" for a "wealthy client." Definitely a red flag, but when Chelsea saw how much money he was offering, all she could see was green. "H...
This is a re-submission. A few things have been adjusted as to better communicate the story. A very special thanks to my editor, Alwaysupforu2004. He has helped me to see my story through my audiences' eyes. This is my first story to post on Literotica. I enjoy probing the minds of my characters to add a second dimension to my writing. In this story, the it...
Lydia leans down and kisses me roughly. I open up for her, offering no resistance, pressing my lips against hers as she explores my mouth with her tongue. She bites my bottom lip, then pulls away. I stretch out my tongue as if to summon her back, but she stands up and I know better than to speak. She looks me up and down, and I can tell she's admiring the st...
As always: Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing. Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting. All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) Chapter 8: Mutiny and Graduation Nick was used to being ignored. He waited right outside the cafeteria as the troves of students herded their way to their usual t...