Mr. Johannson's balls were slapping my chin with such ferocity I was afraid I was hurting him. Kneeling above my face, holding my head in place, he brutally shoved his hard cock in-and-out of my mouth while his scrotum banged into my face. If I hadn't been so incredibly turned-on, I would have thought the act of force-fucking my open mouth to be demeaning a...
This is a true Halloween story, so please don't hold against me any lack of ghosts or vampires. I'm the only vamp, and my MASTER Scott felt way too hard to be made of ectoplasm. ;-) There are skeletons in the treat scene, but they're just symbols of our love enduring beyond the grave. The truly haunting moral is how our own spirits manifest as angels or demo...
9th Day "Heavy Duties" It was beginning to dawn when I woke up, by a light push on my head. It took me some time to realize where I was and why I was there. As I was coming to my senses, I remembered that last night I didn't go to bed. As my vision cleared, I saw Miss Kate still sleeping on the couch. Her right foot was under my chin, while the left one re...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: First, let me thank everyone who read the first chapter and offered their insights and views. The food-for-thought I've received from you has helped me to think about what to include (and not include) in the newest revision. Thank you! Normally after I've finished a story I write a little introduction, musing about what inspired me...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my fifth day with the firm.) *** The next morning, my fifth day with Maynard's, I turned up at the office at 8 o'clock on the dot. One...
This is a LONG story. If you don't like long stories or stories driven by plot and characters rather than just sex, you might want to skip this one. -------- ---------------- Disclaimer: The following story is a work of (hopefully) erotic fiction. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, please stop reading now. Any resemblance bet...
I know I said that this would be the last chapter, but there's an epilogue coming to tie up all the loose ends. Also, a huge thanks to Mr. Ken Scades for all of his editing for the many months it took to complete this work. His advice and adjustments have been crucial to the quality of work you see here. Enjoy! ***** Talla stared down into the burning ci...
-While Frank was in the living room watching TV, Santa was in the den, making Merry!- Was the Christmas of 1988 the season to be jolly?? For some, maybe, but I, Will Schreiber, was having a particularly bad day How bad?? Well, I'd give it a 1.2 on the open ended HO-HO-HO scale. My misery peaked just before my 3:30 pm break when the dishwater blonde came w...
Long ago, during the 13th century when the Inquisition flourished and women wore no underpants, free spirit Juliana Spree encountered a Wizard who turned her into stone. Turning her stone skin back to flesh required a kiss before the end of the 800th year. If not, she'd die in her stone public grave. Her crimes: loving a man below her rank, loving a man o...
Kat hummed softly to herself, enjoying the fine afternoon. The world always seemed a bit brighter when she walked home in a new pair of shoes, and this afternoon every click that the tall, broad heels of her new black pumps made on the pavement simply delighted her. The only issue, of course, was that nobody else was around to appreciate her and these lovely...