"Bet you thought I was soft and sweet when you met me at the front end of Walmart," Chelsea said softly, a wicked smile on her lovely face. Strutting her stuff, working the hell out of the red tank top and black leather miniskirt she had on, she looked hot, sexy and dangerous. Hands on her hips, Chelsea waited for her sub's reply. From the moment Chelsea la...
He towered over her, his arms engulfed her. She looked up at him placing a light kiss on his chest. "Are you ready for this?" she asked. "As ready as I can be," he replied. "Get on the bed boy and assume the position," she tells him in a low commanding voice. The large man gets on all fours on the low bed. She steps in front of him adjusting the straps m...
Lathandriel had found himself in the employ of the Baron of Whitefield, a walrus of a man called Allister Du Peamont. He arrived with a letter of recommendation from his former employer and the Baron's colleague, the Earl of Northshire. When the Baron expressed his disbelief that the rakish elf could serve as a bodyguard, Lathandriel proposed a test of his...
Hey guys, thanks for the positive feedback back from part 1, I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy part 2! And a special thanks to donut_plains for helping with my choice of celebs. Everyone is over 18, and this story is a work of pure fiction and so on and so forth. On with the story. ************************ The last few hours for Lt. Henry Johnson had bee...
Neither Miranda nor I referenced her plan until Monday morning as we were having coffee prior to her leaving for work. (I worked a sort of early second shift most of the week; she was a nine-to-five middle manager at a major corporation.) I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, barefoot, she in her work attire--sharp trousered women's suit, navy with a wide pinstri...
I could feel my pulse pounding as Raine led Gabe and I towards the big, comfy hotel bed. As a reward for good behavior, she was going to allow me to suck Gabe's cock, an activity that I always enjoyed, sometimes to the point that he would beg me to stop. (Well, alright, he'd begged me once when I'd drunkenly dragged him out into the parking lot after his sis...
My name is Rita Anderson Dale. A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed and very voluptuous, wealthy Irishwoman doing what I was born to do. I must warn you about my true nature. It's all part of the game, I'm afraid. I am a truly sadistic person and the only way I get pleasure is by making those around me miserable. You've met men and women like me before...
[My last offering was a little too horrific for some, but I only embellish the tales. I do not make them up! (See the story of Jael in the Non-consensual Sex section if you dare.) With this one, I hope to please some who found offense in the latter tale. The Bible tells the story of the world's first MILF!] Potiphar only cared about the food that went in...
Chapter 9: End of evening. As James finished with Faith's last feet, he tumbled from exhaustion. He had licked both of them, entirely. The taste of sweat and dirt didn't vanish from his tortured mouth, even though he was not licking anymore. He shivered. Worst places were obviously the spaces between the toes, where sock lint and foot waste accumulated to c...
I had to admit to myself that Larissa had never looked as sexy and drop-dead gorgeous as she did right then, bent over as I fucked her from behind and she took me deeper inside her twat. I fucked my new girlfriend so hard that she moaned and pushed back at Rain and me. He could feel the force of her hips and ass as she bumped her crack against his tongue. I...