Mr. John Crawford was erect in his trousers. He had been for the last seven days, ever since his normally willing housemaid had stopped attending to him. He'd gone a month without masturbating before, and years between episodes of sexual congress. But he grown used to his noontime servicing this past year, and their encounter a week ago when she had licked h...
Chapter 7 'This is not like getting fucked by the butcher's son,' John thought wildly. 'Not at all. Not at all. Not at all.' It became a refrain in his mind, until he couldn't even remember the first thought. That had been a hurried thing in the back of the butcher's shop; they'd both been kids and knew nothing but to insert tab A into slot B. John wasn't e...
I rang the doorbell, and expected the man on the other end to be in his fifties or something of that sort. However, I was in for quite the surprise when he opened the door, revealing a man no older than twenty-one with a bright smile. "Hi!" He chirped, opening the door wider. "I'm so glad you got here so quick." I shrugged, and tried not to remind myself...
The silence of the foyer echoed loudly. I stood looking at the sun streaming in through the skylight, beaming shafts of light in the floating dust. I paused and reflected on my first year at university. I had survived, in fact done well but now was a different challenge. To survive a summer, ten weeks to fend for myself. With that thought I walked out the or...
This is part 2 of an ongoing series, which relates the tale of how I got hooked on to exhibitionism and CFNM. The story so far--- My wife has a regular 9-5 job and I usually work from home. I sleep in the nude and one day I accidently flashed our housemaid. This triggered off powerful feelings in me and a few days later I repeated the exposure albeit deliber...
Caught Out and Permanently Punished I was wearing a ultra short black leather mini skirt, a tight leopard print low cut top, which revealed my cleavage entrapped by my pink lacy bra (with matching panties). The straps of my 6 inch leopard stiletto heels were securely padlocked around my ankles. Recently I had been often going to the local park dressed in...
Alex felt John Crawford's capitulation both physically and mentally as he moved his fingers inside the tight hole of the man's big, yoked body. It was time then. Alex withdrew his fingers gently, and met Annabel's eyes to signal that she should stop licking him. John was thicker and heavier than Alex, but Alex was considerably taller. Deprived of his anchori...
In my previous entry i described how i flew to Los Angeles to serve as a housemaid and party toy for a very kinky couple. In the morning, i served as a naked maid again. Working from Master Damien's instructions, i prepared a lovely breakfast in Their kitchen, then served it to Them in Their bed. Master Damien then subjected me to an elaborate cuckold teas...
***Just a little tease during these times of social distancing*** The Duchess crossed her legs, choking her stableman into submission. She peered down beneath the grand dining table only to see the last lingering threat of defiance fading from his eyes, which made her smile. She decided to ease her grip on him. She'd had her eye on him ever since they'd ta...
Hello! :-) It's my first ever attempt at this kind of story so bear with me, I'm sure I'll get better with more stories! I felt like there was a distinct lack of proper historical erotica, and personally I love it so I thought I'd try and help bridge the gap a bit? Thank you for reading! ***** I had worked for the Mullens family for just under a year now...