Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
My wife is 39, I'm 38, and we've been married for almost fifteen years. The years have been good to my wife. She works hard at her job as a cement truck driver and the physical side of it; the heat and the sweat and being on the move all day, really pays off. She's the same weight as the day we got married, only somehow her boobs seem to be bigger; I distinc...
BEDROOM, 2am You toss your hand carefully above your head to start the avalanche of cotton and let the sheets tumble to the floor. You think you can feel those eyes on you in the dark, watching you. You arch your back as the last of your sheets slip past your nipples and the hand between your thighs plays circles at your clit, occasionally dipping into a wa...
**Please go back and read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't yet, and don't forget to vote!** My brain was still trying to process exactly what happened. I saw my sisters wrestling and tickling each other naked. I apparently want my mom. I had a dream about fucking my neighbor whose yard I was about to mow, and in the same dream, my sisters were fucking each o...
I knew the day was going to become disorganized when hubby announced at breakfast that he had arranged with the swimming pool company to have someone out to service the pool filtration system. That means I would have to stand by to unlock and show them where the controls were. However, the thing that really ticked me off was his mention of a small party of b...
KJ The first fishing trip of the season finally arrived. The boys were packed and on their way and not a minute too soon. Katherine smiled and waved as her husband and son pulled away, closed the door and sighed in relief. She did enjoy a few days of solace to herself to do as she pleased and enjoy a break from the monotony of everyday living. Unencumbered...
The next morning, Mahesh woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. His cock was still slightly sore from being used in a tug-of-war and the coffee smell was invigorating. He sat up on mom's bed and heard the voices of the three women in the living room. When he went outside, he was treated to six heavenly legs. Aishu and Madhu were not wearing any pants now and...
Sharon Moore was convinced that her late husband had died from the combined stress and lack of cardiovascular exercise that often happens when a man has a wife who won't share him. She knew that he needed more sex than one woman could give him, and she had failed him in that way. She would always feel guilty about that fact, for having let her previous relig...
The days merged into weeks, the weeks into months. The only reality was suffering. Many women suffer with pain in their hearts, pain in their bodies or both. Robin's reality at the beginning of her servitude was humiliation mostly. Constantly tormented by Gabriela, every aspect of what life she had left was controlled. This reality had become a blur of humil...
We became Blake and Julie Sanford when we were only eighteen years old, obviously too young for a realistic chance at a totally successful marriage, but as this story starts we had made it work over the last twenty one years. Since we got married and had kids early, we were empty nesters by the time that we were both thirty nine years old. Our son Roger, n...