She was nervous getting herself ready in the toilets at work, her working week had just finished and now she was getting ready to meet the man that had in a few short weeks come to own her. She wanted to be perfect; she wanted to make him so proud of her! The past few weeks passed though her mind, as she looked at herself in the mirror, it had all started...
Stepping through the door to her studio apartment, she sighed in relief. Between her culinary arts courses at the local university and her job as a housekeeper, she was just happy to be home. At nineteen years old, she had left home first thing to pursue her dream of becoming a professional chef. It was a bit scary being away from her mom, dad, and three you...
In the last chapter Jim was so bored with a movie in the cinema that he decided to finger his girlfriend Becky to orgasm instead of watching. At the end of it he asked her if she wanted to return the favor. The following is a short chapter just to establish some character motives for the next one. --------- Without answering Becky let her hand slide under...
We meet for dinner and drinks, the three of us. It's a small restaurant that's fairly quiet and a bit dark. We sit in the back corner in a booth. I sit on one side, you two on the other side. We chat. Dinner, drinks and the evening are going well. We're hitting it off and slowly the sexual innuendos and slight slips of the tongue start gracing the conversa...
I had a girlfriend in college who really dug the whole sneak-into-my-dorm-in-the-middle-of-the night-and-fuck-me routine. Actually, it began as a practical thing. She lived in a no-male-visitors dorm, and, to make matters even more difficult, though she had her own bedroom, her three suite-mates were conservative bitches sure to narc on any male darkening...
It's strange. Just two weeks ago, I couldn't even get her to touch me. To say the passion my wife once had for sex had faded would be an understatement. She was a woman like no woman I have ever met. At least in the beginning. When we first got together, if I wanted my cock sucked, she bobbed at the chance. If I wanted my balls sniffed, a ball sniffer she...
I smiled as I watched Master and my slave walk up the porch ahead of me. My first idea had struck on the way home. "Master, I need your help for my first plan," I said. "Would you do that for me?" "Your wish is my command," He said. "I'm sweaty from dancing," I said. "I need a shower. I would like you to take my slut to the bathroom, have her undress,...
Author's note: It's funny how readers who are not into the cuckold fantasy read this story and say I'm taking the C stuff too far, how terrible Jen is to Mike, how Mike needs to stand up for himself. And then other readers (often through PMs) say I'm not going far enough, how Jen really needs to cuck Mike and how he just needs to bend over and take it. As I'...
"Oh fuck," Greg yelled, splashing a thick load of cum into Stacey's mouth. Even though it was a big load, Stacey swallowed it down without spilling a drop. Cocksucking was her thing. Since she first tasted cock in a toilet stall in high school, Stacey Wicks had been better than most girls. She had a rare natural talent for getting guys off in her mouth. Greg...
Lights dimmed, candles lit, music playing, he glanced around the room. Everything in its place, he began to disrobe. The clock—an old grandfather given as an anniversary present—chimed seven. First the tie, a solemn black, then the Oxford button down, and finally the Italian leather belt trailed in his wake. The marble tub gleamed and winked as it slowly fil...