Pan down from the afternoon sky over London. Pull in to close up on an ordinary looking man. You wouldn't look twice if you saw him in the street. Drab coloured hair and nondescript eyes. Say hello to Mr Grey. Slowly and silently the door opened and he eased himself inside the room. He was dressed in a dark, nondescript suit and carried a battered attaché...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...
Here she was once again on her knees with a strange man's cock in her mouth in a submissive posture that didn't remotely represent her personality. At least it was a nice cock---hard and smooth and fat just the way she liked them. The man---whatever his name was---smelled good. When he had kissed her there was no hint of cigarettes, too much beer or a lack o...
"Right girls – toilet, wash, strip, discipline and bed. Form two queues as you are directed. Fisher left, Bradley right, Taylor right, Kaul right, Montford left, Hill left ,Peters right, Douglas left," they were instructed. Daisy took her place at the back of the 4 person queue her hands still firmly clamped to the top of her head. "Right first pair your...
After a long lapse, there was hurry to say hello to all ; So I posted Ch.Va little fast , I think. It however needed to be reshaped to tune it with earlier and subsequent events. I have done it now, and it forms initial part of Ch. V. You know the events are true which happened in a family around me. I am only narrating , of course with some patch- works...
Tom couldn't believe what he was seeing. Both girls were on the bed. His daughter's tits were hanging out, one nipple thrusting out proudly, the other in her friend's mouth. Shawna was bent over at the waist, her legs folded underneath her, giving him a good look at her ass. Even VR porn wasn't this good. "Girls?" he said softly. Shawna sat up immediately,...
PART 3 – Ana's Been a Bad, Bad, Girl. I sometimes woke up to the aroma of coffee brewing in the morning. The day after Christmas I woke up to the aroma of my wife's wet pussy. The bed was squeaking, and the sheets were damp underneath me. I opened my eyes and there she was right beside me, her stocking covered legs parted, fucking herself profusely wit...
Jason looked up briefly from the spreadsheet he was so diligently going through when Anna entered his office with a knock. "Mmmhm?" He half grunted in question at his assistant; already back to the computer trying to make sense of the damn budget from Marketing. Anna made her way across the office, her sensible low heels clicking in a muted only-in-the-off...
Introduction, this being the 2nd part, of a 4 part fictional story, told from a women's perspective. Strong language, violence, and a tendency to push racial triggers. No underage shenanigans, in this story. It's about hot moms, getting their rocks off by frat daddies. This is a dyslexic collaboration. Part 2. Sex fantasies, reality, and the transformat...
The minute I walked into the Office today and found out from Judy that Dennis was in, I started walking towards his office. "Don't go in there Carla, he as someone with him." "Who's he with at this time in the morning Judy." "His brother Ricco was with him, Ricoo is the CEO Huston branch." It just about made me crazy to have to wait; I've been dying to kn...