I meet you, as arranged, at a secluded table in the hotel bar. You sit there wearing an outfit designed to tease and please me: a red leather miniskirt, a white silk blouse, and red leather pumps – “fuck me pumps”, you like to call them – with 5-inch heels. The white silk of the blouse almost glows luminously against the tan of your smooth skin, and your nip...
Master walked his Slut into the main room, she wasn't the only one on a leash, but still felt as if a spotlight had hit her. Master chose seats near the front where everyone would pass by, giving him an opportunity to see everyone, and, more importantly, gave everyone an opportunity to see his Slut. Slut had been naughty, and Master intended to show her wha...
It had been a busy week. Michelle was walking out to her car, deep in thought, distracted. She was glad it was finally the weekend. She'd been running her tail off all week trying to impress a new client and hadn't seen her boyfriend, Dave, since last weekend. Smiling at the thought, Michelle couldn't wait to see him. He had called today. He sounded mischiev...
"Very good, slut," read the first line of the message on Madison's computer. "You really enjoyed humiliating yourself in class like that, didn't you?" Madison really had enjoyed it - all of it. She enjoyed showing off her body, she enjoyed revealing herself to Dan, and she enjoyed letting him fuck her brains out in the most degrading of ways. She also enjoy...
It is not necessary to read the earlier chapters, though it might be interesting. What Am I Doing Here? Ch.16 Because of dirty towels on the bathroom floor??? Awake But where is Harold Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to open them. MaryJane Huffman did not want to get up. Why didn't she want to get up? Fucking Harold was there. That is...
The three of us are on the couch watching one of my wife's favorite porn flicks, Throat, starring Sasha Grey, about a deep throating slut who's only able to orgasm by cocks hitting her clit which sits at the back of Sasha's throat. Only deep throating makes Sasha have earth shaking orgasms. And my slut wife Judi wants to be just like her. Judi, my petite,...
My one story a year this year is something I've been working on for quite a while. Stephanie McMahon in this story is portrayed as a woman who has a lot of slutty sexual fantasies and loves being talked down to so if you don't like that or utterly fake wrestling fan fiction upsets you please don't read this. Everyone else enjoy this kinda long yet very satis...
"She's sexy, isn't she?" I said to Tom, shifting my head towards Louise on the other sofa. Tom took a sip of the drink, clearly nervous at being invited over by this good-looking and clearly dark couple. Normally he wouldn't do something so bold, but lately he'd been feeling incredibly dissatisfied with his sex life, even though he'd be fucking a lot of wom...
Willow and I spent the rest of the afternoon just being ourselves. You can't be sexual 100 percent of the time and I didn't want to lose our friendship. We watched a couple of shows from the night before on the DVR, surfed the web, listened to some music--all the things we had been doing before she decided she wanted to become a slut. Tommy tried hanging aro...
I was gently awakened from my deep slumber as James' lips softly brushed my cheeks. Turning my face to his, with my eyes adjusting to the daylight. He smiled kindly and whispered. "Breakfast is served. I'll see you at seven tonight and stick to the rules!" He turned on his heels and strolled out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door on his...