Miss Davis stood beside me taking dictation, legs quite wide apart. She stood in this posture because it allowed me to idly finger her ever wet cunt as I dictated. The dress code I had specified for my new office slut meant that she never wore panties and always wore a short skirt and stockings. Rather than distracting me, I found this activity helped me f...
So, it's finally here. Many apologies for the delay. I wrote this over a year ago. Unfortunately, extending the story meant that it fell under the 'option' clause in my publishing contract, so I had to submit the extended story to them first. The option has lapsed, so now I'm free to publish here. As per my normal warnings, it's in UK English and contains...
Chapter 1 On Day 4 of consecutively calling into the Coffee A-Go Bar for his 7.45 a.m. booster shot, necessary to rev into wide-awake mode, Darwin Goodman was leaving ready to sip from the cardboard cup while walking to the office. The only server aged beyond those in the lower twenties called, "Good morning, Darwin." He stopped. She was too old to be dat...
The laws of my people must change. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I run for my life. The name is Albert Saint Preux. Son of RCMP Sergeant Mathieu Saint Preux and schoolteacher Anne D'Avignon. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I am also a Lycanthrope. What you ordinary human folks like...
I had been to Mistress Elaine's and Master Johns several times but today's visit was different. Mistress Elaine had buzzed me in the gate but it was James their butler who waited for me at the door. I had not met the staff of the house properly but I had heard them moving around and cleaning. I had wondered if Mistress had more slaves but the people I had br...
My story continues.... KJ - Thanks again The following week flew by and I visited Becca and Greg's twice, each time presenting myself at their door in sky high heels and a slutty outfit. Each time having let the two of them use my body as a fuck toy for mine and their pleasure. I knew that I wasn't gay as when I saw men I didn't wonder what it would be...
I head downstairs, that sex driven confidence evaporating as the post cum afterglow recedes. To be replaced by that sickening shame. Every time. Every fucking time! I tell myself I will stand up to him. That I am not going to be humiliated like this. And fucking Sonya! She promised she would stand by me. That she wouldn't just roll over and let him fuck her....
A little more expensive that the cheaper motels, Dave always preferred the Holiday Inn and was happy to pay for it. It was worth it to him to have free use of a gym; he was under no illusions about his need to shed a few lbs. A session in the gym was always followed by a quick swim to cool down. On this occasion his only companion was a lovely brunette shar...
After breakfast the next morning I settled our bill and we strolled out onto the sunlit street. A travel agent was our next port of call and I hailed a cab in the street to take us there. "Here driver, that one will do." I had adopted the 'casual touristy look" with shirt, shorts and bold sunglass's, the person in behind the desk was , by contrast, in shir...
It had been a while since I last did the Bristol run. I texted Sonya from the services letting her knows I would be coming round. Now I have a few holes in several ports, but there aren't many like Sonya and Dave. The door wasn't on the latch like I had said, so I knocked impatiently. Dave answered, half hiding behind the door. "What the fuck?" I said imp...