Hello friends, This is my first story on this site; hope u all would like it. Well first let me tell you about my maid, her name is Renu age 20 a village girl. She is a simple girl and has a homely look. Her face is beautiful and she has got a very cute mouth, which is very small, and I would doubt whether her mouth would accommodate a morsel of rice. The p...
'Hi,' she said, her voice sultry. 'I'm the new maid. Lisa.' The new maid had turned up at the house of Mark and Susan Reynolds. Mark had answered the door, and he was impressed. Lisa was around thirty, with large brown eyes and wide red ruby lips. Her exotic features made Mark think that she was from somewhere near Persia. She was about 5'6" in black high-...
Chapter One: Richard's Introduction In the year 1876, Lord Richard Blanchester had taken over the Lordship on his father's rather premature death, at the age of 46. His mother Lady Clarabelle Blanchester had died just after his sister's birth, some 18 years ago. When his mother died Richard was only five, and had missed her terribly. He and his sister wer...
Chapter Five Mrs. Taylor Reads a Book Mrs. Taylor woke up feeling very good. She usually did after a weekend like the one she had just experienced. Mr. Rowling screwed in more ways than one, Michelle's ass reamed for her first time, the Goth Girl at the sex shop ass fucked until unconscious, then robbed and finally Greg given a serious d...
Note- This is totally fiction and does not mirror any actual event or events. It's just my reimagining her life if it had taken a left turn. xxx Every American girl loves an English accent, right? Every American girl also dreams of being a fairy princess, correct? Katy Perry was no different. Coming out of a failed marriage, albeit to an English stallion...
Miss Strong sat back down in her chair and Avery stood, waiting, with the large, metal pear in her hand, eyes trained on Katerina's fly. She unbuttoned with slightly shaky hands and tugged her skinny jeans down over her hips, inadvertently bringing her panties down with the tight fabric. Her cock was at half-mast, hanging fatly between her legs and slightly...
The ceiling fan hums. It's 2am mid-week. Monsoon season on the Coast means that yet again the humidity makes it too uncomfortable to sleep but at the same time zaps every drop of moisture from your body. My body feels plastered to the bed as the storm beats down outside the sliding door. Longing for a beer, or at least a glass of water, I pour my body off...
Ella had been in a stern mood before her latest function, and Gray had known the strength of her arm prior to the guests arrival; she had taken pleasure in thrashing him whilst he lay naked on her bed, watched eagerly by Rosie and the new housemaid Kate, who would take over from Rosie shortly; the present maid having earned her right to dominate as a mistres...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my fifth day with the firm.) *** The next morning, my fifth day with Maynard's, I turned up at the office at 8 o'clock on the dot. One...
"I've got a task on my hands selling that place," Keith said, "We should never have taken it on." I looked across at him as he sat behind his desk. "Why, is there something wrong with it?" He looked back at me seated at my desk opposite him. He seemed surprised and asked, "Haven't you heard the story, everybody else has?" We were at work in the offices of...