I had just finished sucking Morris' black cock when he showed me that Madame and my sister were watching the entire encounter. I was naked and soaked with his morning piss as well as have my face covered in my cum and spittle. He playfully slapped my arse and told me I should go talk to Madame. As I walked I felt every step as his piss squished in my stocki...
Olivia spun around in high heels just to see the petticoat swirl its layers in front of the floor mirror. Unlike the full-out 'sissymaid' one he had the moderate sized petticoat had the ruffles move into a sheerness at the panty-waistline while its length reached only his upper thighs. In the process of readying for the early evenings duties with the stockin...
Note to Readers: Yes, it is long. I am not good at writing short stories. I am who I am. I like getting into the mind of my characters too much to sacrifice their chance to live for the sake of a quick wank. This is a story that has been in my head since I was a young, not-so innocent, teenage girl. It is part one of a two part story. I'm not sure if I'll...
Do not try this at home! And don't read it if you are under eighteen years old as it is a story written for adults and not kiddies and contains words of a sexual nature that you will misunderstand. Although this story is set in the same Universe as my 'Making Dreams Come True' stories and features some of the same characters and locations, you do not need to...
This story is based in fact and fantasy, it is intended for adults only. This story cannot be reproduced in part or whole without permission from the author. The author may be contacted at the email at the end of the story. If you like the story, or have ideas of your own please email, I would love to hear from everyone, especially well hung black men who li...
I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee. Ms. Laura was fast asleep, the events of the day having worn her out as much as I. the room was dark and everything was quiet. The only light showed threw the curtain or the red glow of the alarm clock. 3:22 it was far from sun rise. Inching my way out of bed I watch carefully for Ms. Laura to be disturbed...
QUICK NOTE TO LOVERS OF CHAPTER ONE: This will NOT be a foot fetish/foot worship chapter, but these themes will return for the next chapter. Chapter four continues the focus on a medical kink. ***** "We'll require a semen sample now, George," said Miss Jones, leaning over me, as I inhaled her sweet perfume scent. "Yes, Miss," I said, breathless, looking u...
The name is Eden White. I'm a six-foot-two, red-haired and green-eyed, kind of chubby and big-bottomed white chick living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a BDSM fanatic. There, I said it. Currently, I'm in therapy. I'm sitting in the office of Dr. Carol Brown, a tall, regal black woman in her early forties. She's simply beautiful. A graduate of Spe...
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...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...