The next few days went more quickly than I had expected. I was kept busy with some cleaning and serving club members in the bar and canteen. The club was quite quiet midweek, especially in the summer as many members were away during the week. I was surprised how quickly I adapted to my perpetual state of nudity. I had met all the people who worked at the c...
Thanks to all of you who encouraged me to continue writing this story. Stay tuned for new stories. Please vote! All respectful feedback appreciated. ***** "Wake up, Nancy. Rise and shine. Time to get up, sissy." I hadn't heard the key turn in the door lock, and I hadn't heard Ms. Jensen enter my room. I sat bolt upright, then remembered that I was wearin...
Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story involving a real celebrity (Natalie Portman) having sexual encounters with fake people. This story takes place two months following the first part of the story. -- "Come on little man, it's time to go with your daddy for a week." Natalie told her baby as she walked him down the stairs. In the kitchen was her...
The lights were out and the corridors of the convent were silent. If you listened closely to a few of the doors soft moanings would have been heard, as nuns met with the devil. Behind one particular door was a lithe middle aged nun. This fair skinned woman was slim but with a heavy chest. This Sister Joanne knelt in the darkness by her bed and contemplated...
Luka woke about an hour later and was hungry for the first time in the 24 hours that I'd been looking after her and I guessed that she had not eaten for the 4 days since she started the withdrawal. I had no idea what to give someone on a drug withdrawal programme but decided that the old stand-by of chicken soup was probably bland enough. I wasn't sure if s...
Black Book Diary Entry "What's this?" "It's my final invoice, Mrs. Wainwright." "Final invoice? Do you dare think you're done? Look at this mess. You've ruined my house." "You're going to have to find another contractor to finish the job. I can't work under these abusive conditions. I refuse to put my men through another one of your temper tantrums." "M...
Whisper to me. Tell me softly. Are your lips like roses...Do they have the scent of who you are on them and can they bite at my flesh. Causing pain Oh my God She's scrubbing my floor, and for god's sake she's in the shortest skirt I've ever seen, I thought. I looked at the sheerest pr of panties, I knew I'd ever seen. "What are you doing?" In know my voice...
Kyoo has the most beautiful maple brown cock I've ever tasted. Whenever I think of it my clit swells and I begin gliding a finger around the warm, damp spot on my panties. His tongue, his mouth and those smooth, lovely brown hands... Mmmmmm... I wish every girl could experience a lover like Kyoo. It's my good fortune that our paths crossed, thanks to...
^^^^^^^ Cian had been leaving Aidan to "babysit" me for months. Every time I asked him to take me somewhere or do something and he was busy he had one of his friend's take me and usually it was Aidan. On one such evening Aidan and I were in my living room, he on the couch, me pacing a hole in the floor trying to get him to tell me the whereabouts of Cian....
I sat there, motionless, then started to cry. I hugged my knees, thinking, oh, Sasha, Sasha, what should I do? I couldn't visualize at all how to resolve my dilemma. How could I explain it to Dylan? That he just doesn't know how to fuck me senseless? No, that's not right. There's more than that. But how do I describe it? Oh, Christ, how can I make a decision...