My white blouse was undone nearly all the way down the front. One of my breasts had been eased out of its cup and my fiercely hardened nipple was being sucked. I was lying back in the corner of the sofa in the small lounge off the kitchen, what we called the TV room. He was half lying on me so that his evident erection was pressing suggestively into my upper...
My white blouse was undone nearly all the way down the front. One of my breasts had been eased out of its cup and my fiercely hardened nipple was being sucked. I was lying back in the corner of the sofa in the small lounge off the kitchen, what we called the TV room. He was half lying on me so that his evident erection was pressing suggestively into my upper...
This story was posted a few years ago on another site under my pen name of mandil. * Money had always been the main preoccupation in Vincent Manning's life. How to earn money, how to make more money and of course how to keep it, which is sometime more difficult than making it. Ever since he was young, everything he did or thought about had to do with his...
She was on her third husband and had one son who was as old as I was and she had been giving me hard ons for over twenty years. Marie was five-foot even and weighed maybe one-twenty and a third of that was tits. Her bust size was thirty-eight and she knew they were attention getting and she displayed them accordingly. Low cut blouses were a staple in her war...
You can own a great many things. Possessions are always beautiful, they are always taken out of jealousy. A Mercedes is comfortable, it’s power is unquestionable; the way that the leather feels on skin, the way the seats embrace the occupants, the radio sings as beautifully as a siren; but the car isn’t owned for it’s creature comforts. Its owned out of jeal...
For kitten... * I came home tonight from work, late after a very heavy day and not really in the right frame of mind to be serving my Master. I knew before I even walked in the door that he would have dinner ready to be serve. We don't have a strict delineation of household tasks the way some people imagine Master and subs do. Especially since my Master lo...
ONCE AGAIN EDITED BY THE INCOMPARABLE 'WIRES' WITHOUT WHOM THIS WOULD BE A POORER STORY BY FAR. HIS HELP IS APPRECIATED IMMENSELY. ***** Janice Stover drove her old Jeep Wrangler into the parking lot of her software company. She felt a surge of pride when she saw all the other cars there. It had been a struggle from her first day of operation, but the hard...
Lloyd had no need to attend the office to offer his resignation; Joyce gleefully tearing open an envelope with the company logo emblazoned upon its rear, and holding the letter within it, high to the sunlight which spilled through the expensively glazed hallway of the grandiose home which was now hers. Patti sneered down at Lloyd, keeping his leash nice and...
All of the characters in this story are at least 18 years old. This story is based on facts with embellishments for entertainment. *** While growing up, my Uncle knew a couple that owned a cabin up in the local mountains, and every once in a while he would take me up there in both the summer and winter during school breaks. Right after I graduated high sch...
My phone buzzed and the text from Master Tony read, Dearest white slut, great job and terrific to see you in action. Now it is my turn so get your slutty white cunt down to the beach now. I looked up to see Master Tony and Jannette walking to the ocean. I immediately ordered hubby to stand, pull his pink suit bottoms up, and to follow me two steps behind an...