He watched her. Before work, he would follow her to hers, watching as she would walk in to the restaurant. If she were alone, he could see her glancing around, checking cars, searching faces. She was looking for him. The idea sent a little thrill through his system. His prey knew she was hunted, she just didn't know by whom. He went there for lunch when sh...
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Sissy Slut was the only one of Isabella's slaves who had not yet fallen ill. And as such, Sissy Slut was the only slave in healthy enough condition for Isabella to play with. He enjoyed receiving so much of her attention, and she teased and tormented her tease and denial slut unrelentingly. Twenty five days before the next supply of Medication 42 was due to...
I arrived to work late, as usual, trying to hide the smell of alcohol and the dark bags under my eyes as I passed students, heading into the staff meeting room and straight for the coffee. I pretended not to see the friendly greeting from Mrs. Dunlin or the stare of disapproval from the Head who looked like she was about to walk up to me. I quickly filled my...
For several months now I had acquiesced in my lover's plan, and I noticed that my breasts and hips had developed as she said they would. I was at work in my father's investment firm when.... "Tam' dear," my entirely sympathetic secretary whispered into my ear, "the Boss wants to see you. He doesn't seem angry." Arlene had started using my "secret" name whe...
This story begins at a time of my life when everything was going my way. I was barely twenty five, and was already kicking ass at a job I loved. I had no debt, no receding hairline, no kids to keep me up at night. And I had a devastatingly beautiful wife with a promising career of her own. On top of it all, I had a big cock. Life was good. Gillian and I had...
Chapter Six - Retribution 'Dr Stephen Mortlock esq' the card read followed by his phone number and his work address in a suite of offices used by medical specialists. The folded piece of paper attached by a paperclip read: 'Be there at 7PM sharp. He likes the nurse uniform so wear it and get dressed before you go. Go there and back in a hire car; Polly wi...
"I'm sorry Mr. Ross, she isn't in her office. Can I take a message?" Yeah, you can take a message. Tell the lying bitch to answer her Goddamn cell phone. "No Cynthia. Just tell her that her HUSBAND called and to please call me back when she gets this." "Will do Mr. Ross." This conversation that I just had with my wife's secretary was an exact replica of y...
Dear reader: This story is a response to challenge by H2Owader for new authors to submit stories. What follows is my first submission and is one way H2Owader's story could continue. Some sex, but that's not the focal point. I do have several stories planned and would appreciate your comments. As with most authors/readers I do have my biases that will be r...
It was a quiet place, on the edge of the college campus, in an old building that had seen better days, with slightly slanted floors and an inevitable draft that seemed to disappear only on the hottest of summer days. It had been a speakeasy during Prohibition and the first owner made the not-so-successful transition to neighborhood bar, but through the years...