The first time I'd done it had been more secrete, we were holed up in a room with no windows. He had been working methodically, pumping my cock in his hand, my glans only just in his mouth, his tongue flicking around. It felt delicious. He made regular slurping noises. I could feel my semen gathering. My breathing became forced. I realised I was shaking. "O...
This is a story about Walter and Ann. This is part 2 of 3. Delivering the altered goods back to the owner? "Come on princess! Time to get you home. I'll drive you. No slut walk of shame for you!" said Billy. Considering that W had no "male" clothes to speak of. He was itching from crusted this and thats all over. He jumped at the offer and went flying dow...
A daytrip with Eve and Vern held the promise of some respite from heavier sexual demand upon my poor body since I allowed myself to be drawn into the swinging culture of my new friends; one doesn't have sex in a moving wagon, does one? By then I'd ceased caring what anyone except Robbie thought about the new, sexually promiscuous me, having enjoyed accommoda...
Ignoring Elizabeth's horrified reaction Peter, Andrew and the guards dragging the prisoners made their way to one of the farm trucks where the guards unceremoniously dumped all the prisoners in the back oblivious of the screams of agony from Pretty Boy. With the prisoners secured in the truck Peter, Andrew and the Ghurkhas changed into rags under the sheari...
The Hamptons in Summer time is great. At least, it is if you have lots of money. Mike Robertson didn’t have lots of money, but he never the less found himself in Easthampton from Memorial Day to Labor Day each year. He found himself there because of his job, as a Butler to wealthy couple, Mr & Mrs Leigh, who spent the rest of the year based in their 5th Ave...
It had been a warm afternoon. The sun had shone all the time and the wine had been consumed in quantities. Combined with the heat, it had stirred Mary's body with a vague awareness, a pleasant feeling of sexual desire. A slight ache which craved pacifying, the feel of a thick cock inside her, though there was no hurry. Among the meaningless chatter of guests...
Northern Africa, circa 1949 'Olivia! Wake up. And put something on. You shouldn't sleep that way with Olu in the house.' My sister Anna complained, raising the shade roughly as she tried to wake me. 'Why can't you ever knock?' I rubbed my eyes, blinded by the morning sunlight. 'Where's Henriette?' 'Probably with Dad. He's still in bed, as well. Come on, g...
Chapter 4 - A Night in an XXX Arcade The honking horn from a passing car suddenly jolted Liz from her meandering ruminations. It had turned dark and the parking lot in front of the book store now had many cars. It was collection time. Liz looked around to see if any one was about and then lifted her skirt up to her waist. With her knees spread and her han...
The following started as a PLImail to RubberPanties with the writing of which I became so engrossed that it became a story and in the end I never actually sent it, (so sorry RubberPanties, I hope you enjoy it now). I've tried to describe the pleasure I get from masturbating in feminine lingerie and plastic panties, so if plastic panties don't appeal to you,...
Part 2 - The Other Side of Training Goddess was delighted at what a good round of orgasms, control and sleep had done for her. She anticipated the next session. Once again it started with dinner, but this time ant was instructed to wear no underwear and just an unlubricated condom. He was instructed to make sure that the condom stayed on, even if it meant u...