Book 1 Chapter 1 Donna Scott's boss had called her into his office and she briefly stood before he asked her to set down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Kevin Madden was a big time attorney in St. Louis and Donna was his legal assistant. She was dressed in a black business suit with her skirt hemmed to about an inch above her knees which was pa...
Mrs. Swanson was in the process of interviewing for the position of part-time weekend housekeeper when Miss Bridgeway interrupted and announced that Sara Lee Morton and her daughter Ruth were at the door. Surprised and at the same time delighted Mrs. Swanson nearly leapt from her seat and rushed to the door. "Sara, dear, why didn't you tell me you were comi...
Julia pulled out her toolbox, grinning as it rattled across the floor. It was a huge, heavy thing, bound in faux black leather with satin nickel struts and latches. She fished out a small, heart-shaped key. The lock came open with a snicking sound. Julia was all legs and curves, a red headed and green-eyed vision of Amazonian paradise. Tommy, if he'd known...
Clarisse Evans stared at her computer screen in despair. She had been working on this project for months, but it had yet to bear fruit. Her supervisor had wanted her to get data. She got the data. He had asked for simulations. She'd run them. He wanted reports. She wrote them up. But more than anything they needed a test subject. No amount of research and d...
Chapter 6. ... and Night Downstairs, Ralph and Edward finished their glasses of Scotch in the salon. Edward glanced at his watch, and addressed his son, "I think that our delicious charge will be ready for us now, Ralph, shall we gather our equipment and get on with our onerous duty?" He smiled ironically, as did his son. They both rose eagerly, and while...
The day dawned on a new Clarisse Evans. Now that she had been milked, the world looked different. She guessed it was like losing her hucow virginity? It was sort of like that. The sun seemed brighter, the grass greener, the food tastier. She felt more...alive, for lack of a better word. Was this the effect of the great lay she had, or the serum, or both? It...
"I love this place, baby boy. Every time we dine here I think back to that one fateful dinner, the dinner where this all began. The dinner after I came to your home unannounced innocently enough, wanting to take you out to eat only to find you dressed like a girl and on your knees doing what we bad girls do, delightful." She winks at me over her wine glas...
Katerina shook as she leaned out dangerously to dust the farthest, highest bookshelf, her foot wobbling on the stool, her ridiculous high heels turning each task into an absolute nightmare. Her legs shivered as she leaned out and her already short skirt rose up above her hips, exposing her naked skin to the cool air of the sitting room. Her face flushed as...
Second day finished - as a heads up, each of these chapters I'm looking at pacing and action in different ways, to get an idea of what I want to do more or less of in the future, so look between these chapters of Pauline's adventures as me getting my bearings. This story contains massive lactating tits with some reluctance ***** Pauline woke up feeling res...
(It was 1885 and, as a nineteen year old boy, I was staying with family friends at their large house in the English Midlands. I was there to learn French conversation under the tutelage of Miss. Marie; the family had two 18 year old twins, Anna and Sarah who were also learning French with me, this is part seven of my tale.) * I could see and hear Sarah's a...