I laid there on our bed, cursing the morning sun as it broke through the curtains and onto my face. My blonde hair was strewn about the pillows as I opened one eye, squinting, to check my watch. “Fuck me, it’s only 8:30!” I rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head to drown out the sunlight. My boyfriend and I had just moved in together and I was gett...
** Thursday, 11 a.m. ** I could see her through my open office door, she was on the phone with her back to me as she leant over her desk, which was the nearest to my door, to look at a document, the lace tops of her stockings getting my immediate attention. I knew little about her except her name, Andrea and that she was the new attraction in the office. I...
This time, he was searching the net with a difference. What was he looking for? Well a Call Girl, High class, Prostitute, an Escort, call it what you will. He was finally intending to carry out his lifetime ambition... Mark was now in his early thirties. Tall, reasonably handsome, and the gift of the gab, he had never had any trouble finding female partners...
When he opened the door, he could not believe what he was seeing. There, standing on his front stoop was a police officer, a very attractive officer, but an officer non-the less; the last thing that he would have expected. "Good evening sir," she touched the brim of her cap as she spoke. "Is there a problem officer?" his throat was dry; his voice was soft...
Chapter 4: Tools of the Trade As much as Kelly would have loved to spend her first day worshipping the fat black length of Darlin's cock, before she could truely begin her new job as a proper MilkMaid, she had to be trained. So, after cleaning up a bit and changing into the cute little milkmaid outfit that was commonplace at MilkTitty farms, Kelly skipped h...
The maid had always had a feeling that there was something going on in the house she didn't know about, nothing definite, just a feeling. Late at night, she would sometimes hear people moving around the house and hear doors opening and closing. As far as she could tell, there was only one door in the whole place that was locked and that was the cellar. She w...
"Do you know that the official gift to give for your third wedding anniversary is leather?" Oliver smiled at his wife and waited for her response. "Really? Did you get me leather?" Krista giggled. She ran her hand up and down his thigh, watching him squirm. "Maybe. Want to give me a blow job while I drive?" Oliver grinned. She never turned down blowing h...
On Monday my balls still hurt like crazy, even in the evening, then on Tuesday the pain wasn't quite so bad, on Wednesday I felt I could risk having a quick wank. I was working at home that day, and my wife had gone to London on the train, so I was free to delve in the linen basket for a pair of her used knickers. I found a beige pair, not thongs, which are...
This is part three of our story. While it can be enjoyed individually, reading previous chapters may help you to get to know Margot and Jay better. We join our story in progress - Margot, a beautiful Hungarian lady, has fallen madly in love with Jay, and has begun her journey as his submissive and mentee. After their first session of lovemaking, they enjoyed...
I stepped out into the main room, blushing furiously at the sight of Kevin and Kara. They both smiled and laughed. "See, I told you," Kara said to Kevin. She smiled and looked at Grant. I glared a bit at Kara, "So this is your idea?" She shook her head. "No, but I helped," she said, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. "And," she continued, setting th...