Marjorie was still horny as Miles obediently patted her dry after they had showered in the wet room; he had done everything as per her commands to the letter, which swelled not only her cunt, but her sense of dominance. This was a lifestyle she would want to continue, and she had already developed affection for the cur, in the way you might for a dog or cat;...
Ella texted her mentor. 'I can't get past the guilt.' Her mentor texted back. 'Why are you feeling guilty?' 'Because I'm manipulating him, not letting him have any orgasms while I have more than ever. Because I'm hurting him and liking it. Because I'm afraid he's going to wake up one day and hate me for changing his life so much. He's not the same guy I--'...
Clark Stevens was a pillar of society; a well-known financier looked up to by many with envy, but he had a fetish which no amount of money could pay for. He had a daughter of his own, and had had more than a passing interest in the friends she often brought home with her; the pool in the garden visible from an upstairs window, where he would nurse his erect...
edited by Treasured * Thomas moved around the kitchen putting away dishes. The stainless steel cock cage made it difficult to walk, and the anal probe vibrating in his ass had him on the verge of cumming. It had been a week since Robyn had caught him with Tracy the babysitter, he had spent that time in various forms of torment. Robyn had recorded the littl...
"Can you believe the audacity?" One dark haired man in a toga with the broad purple stripe of a Senator said to the man beside him, a lean man with black hair liberally sprinkled with silver, also wearing the purple striped Senatorial toga. He looked around at the celebration going on around him with a disdain he was unable to conceal. His companion just sn...
Scotland: 1557. Colin MacLean pulled up his horse in his castle's courtyard and looked around. In the bustle of servants and hunting dogs, he caught sight of Fiona, his current favorite, coming out of the great hall. "Greetings My Lord," she called enthusiastically. "Had you luck with the hunt?" "Aye!" he called back with raucous good humor, "and the ni...
Sophie Anne's house sat alone at the top of a small hill on Shore Road, overlooking the Narrows River. The house had once been a convent, Sophie Anne loved to tell people that...and it was a huge monstrosity with rooms and rooms. Her father, a Greek restaurateur (and by restaurateur, I mean money launderer for a crime family) had bought the place from the di...
Chapter 04: His attitude is somewhat improved. Now that I had done one domination session with the chauvinist professor, I was very curious to see what kind of effect that would have on his attitude. I was sure that years of chauvinism and sexism would not melt away overnight, in spite of being made to service me with his tongue. However, I did expect to se...
"Mr. Janus." A female voice whispered. Her voice was the only sensation Mr. Janus had felt in the dark, and it was far away. He was confused but regaining consciousness. "Who are you?" Mr. Janus asked. He was blindfolded, bound to a chair, struggling to find the reason for his immobility. His wrists chaffed against the coarse rope that tied them to his ank...
The walk back to the hotel is punctuated with lots of stops in shadowy doorways for us to kiss deeply, our tongues probing each other's mouths with tantalising swirls and stabs. I let my pussy scented hands touch his face and I pant with desire as we kiss. He reaches down and pulls my dress up, pressing his fingers into my my wet swollen lips, finger fucking...