Abbottsford College, situated in the City of London, was a prestigious all boys finishing school that catered for teenagers from the age of sixteen to eighteen. The pupils were mainly from rich and titled families who wanted their sons to experience the strict regime and make them into better adults. David Bryden was the headmaster that dealt with disciplin...
When I spoke to Joan to let her know when I would be arriving she informed that her Mother had passed away and that the Funeral was going to be on the Friday before I arrived. Unfortunately, there was no way that I was going to be able to get there any sooner. She told me not to worry the Matron of the Nursing Home, who answered the phone when I called, had...
Amy's life had settled into an enjoyable routine, mainly focussed on indulgent chats with patients and frequent romps with her newfound Filipino friend. Ditzy, without ever intending to be, she rapidly became everyone's favourite nurse and, since political correctness held no sway within these private walls, attracted many a friendly pat on her perfectly fo...
Every boy in the dorm wanted Matron. She was neither young nor thin but she was pretty and the older boys would have described her curves as voluptuous. The younger, less mature boys were merely fascinated by the way her big breasts moved. In the evening when Matron bustled around the ancient, stone-walled dormitory with it's two rows of beds and checking th...
The name is Madeline O'Connell. I'm a six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something Irishwoman living in a secluded mansion in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a reclusive multi-millionaire heiress with an exquisite if somewhat secretive lifestyle. You see, I am quite cruel and have voracious sexual appetites. Being we...
'Ah. Mrs Preston. Do come in.' The Headmaster rose slightly from behind his large desk but the late-afternoon light flooding in through the windows behind him made it difficult for Mrs Preston to see him properly. There was, however, no mistaking his rich authoritative voice. 'It's Dale, isn't it?' 'Delia,' Mrs Preston said. The Headmaster turned his he...
There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who re...
As interviews go this was probably the strangest and most gratifying I had ever attended. The qualifications required it seemed, were something along the lines of being young and cunt-struck, being able to operate a security/surveillance network and be turned on by the sight of old people engaging in various sexual escapades. Finally having the ability to be...
'Now, measurements.' Holding a tape measure at chest height she snapped it hard. 'Measurements?' 'For your uniform' 'Uniform?' 'Is there an echo in here? She asked 'In here?' I stupidly replied She clamped her hand across my mouth, and stepped closer pressing her enormous chest into mine. 'Measurements' she breathed I nodded, mute. 'Arms up.' She p...
When Mike's father died suddenly he inherited a minor property portfolio, amongst which was a small gym. This was practically defunct, and when Mike talked to the manager he made it clear that he would like to get out of the business, and that he had only kept it running to please Mike's dad. Now Mike, who was about thirty at this time, had spent some time i...