Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 16 == As the limo pulled away from Master's house the Asian man who owned Ming Ming explained that he had already arranged that we would have lunch at a Chinese restaurant where he was well known. I still didn't know the...
Alice awoke and leapt out from under the thick fur blanket that had been placed on her. Her eyes dart around the room desperately trying to figure out what was happening. An ungraceful tumble has her sprawled on the floor with her legs in the air and her eyes glaring at the ceiling. With all the noise she made she was not surprised when the door burst open a...
"Mmmm, the catch," Viné ran his hand over the circle again and smiled when I shivered at the contact. "I want out of this infernal circle. I want to watch while he fucks you." "Hell no!" Jason gripped my hips and his claws bit into my skin, making me wince. I looked at Viné, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "You can't touch either of us." Jason ga...
It was Sunday morning and Terry woke up, rubbing his eyes, blearily. He could feel something warm and wet on his rapidly hardening dick. He looked down his body and saw his wife, Marge eagerly licking and kissing his length. As he felt his cock growing under her ministrations, he couldn't help but let out a small moan, it felt so good. Marge heard him and...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam – General Failure. I did my best to entice my Prince to play some more but unfortunately I had worn out the majestic Royal penis. I have to confess that I too was a bit worn too but not out of the game. I was tempted to ask if I could borrow a whip so I could go down to the dungeon to play naughty jailer with Yashu and the other prison...
Chapter 14: Castle Rollingrock Author's note: The following was inspired by Chapter 6 of this chain, "Falling's Follies" by Skip1934a. As with all the other chapters, the characters were pulled from the online personas of volunteer members of the Author's Hangout (with a touch of real life descriptions and such), but their actions, activities, and words are...
It was a normal Saturday in June. I had just returned from the joys of supermarket shopping and was laden down with bags and trying to open my front door when my cell phone rang out. Cursing I managed to free the sticking door lock and simultaneously opened the door put down the shopping and answered my phone. "Hi!" I answered. "Hey, how are you?" said Tom...
My life had been hell back home in Sunderland. Father spent most of his time drinking, after losing his job as a welder at the shipyard. Mother however, was a prostitute, bringing her punters home when she couldn't get a room anywhere. The final immoral act I witnessed was Mother getting gang banged in the lounge by four men and one man with a camera, filmin...
The wind whipped across my face, the frigid February air stinging the back of my neck as I walked home from a night out with my girl friends. It was late on a Friday evening and I was cursing myself for not having simply stayed the night with one of them, but it wasn't much farther so I pulled my coat tighter around my body and trudged onward past the neighb...
The Mystery It was a dismal Thursday afternoon, and Jim wasn't feeling too well anyway so he decided to leave work early. As he arrived home, Jim removed the mail from his mailbox and went inside to relax. After pouring himself a glass of red wine, he began sifting through the day's mail. He came upon one piece that particularly caught his eye. The business...