Roiphe smiled at Sport, her pretty little face beaming in the mass of dark curls. Roiphe's little fingers wandered up and down Sport's big cock as he tried to shift. But he was tied spread eagled on the bed, and stark naked. His cock felt so good, now that it wasn't in the tube anymore. Roiphe tittered, but she tried to look sympathetic. Sport was one of h...
Chapter 1 - Morning in the Garden Astoria Morgan squatted in her garden planting bluebells and pansies. Her straw blond locks spilled out from under her wide-brimmed hat, which she always wore when gardening because, while the sun loved her hair as kindred gold, it was less kind to her delicate ivory skin. Astoria therefore prudently covered up with a pair...
She made me beat off again. I felt like an idiot, kneeling there in the kitchen while my wife and her mother enjoyed their beverages. Pants around my ankles, holding my balls and presenting my hardening dick. "See? He gets off on doing this," my wife said mockingly as my member surged to full erection. The shame was making my heart race. Mrs. Landtree's c...
Needless to say, with my wife working evenings or nights, she spent much of her days sleeping. Whenever that happened, she knew enough to wear a night shirt to bed, not knowing who, not a part of the family, would be around in case she ever got up and was outside the bedroom. On too many occasions, the now senior high boys would often invade the basement aft...
The following day, Wednesday, I managed to last until late morning at work before I just had to ring Steven for permission to pee. This time he directed me to remove my panties at my desk before going to the toilet. Embarrassed, I slowly worked my panties along my thighs before quickly reaching down and slipping them off. He had directed me to drop them in t...
We were in a quiet residential neighborhood and we were parked on the street. Looked to be fairly nice homes. I was led up the walkway for the large house in front of which we had parked. We veered across the drive way and through the side gate. The cool night air kind of felt nice to my exposed skin. As we emerged from the side yard I could see a pool and J...
"She's here," said Tim peering through the spy hole. He looked anxiously around at Sue. "You don't have to do this, you know. We could forget the whole thing if you're not happy." "No," replied his wife. "She's already paid for and I want to do this. It's now or never. We're not getting any younger and how often do we get a night away from the kids?" Ti...
She had a tradition of taking a long luxurious bath in the early evening after she got home from work and before we would go out. She wasn't answering her phone, so I assumed she was still in the tub when I got to her door. Luckily her door wasn't locked. I crept up the stairs and entered the bathroom. Her eyes shot open as I startled her but then a sly grin...
At home, the Queening stool now became a regular fixture in our evening schedule. Once Caroline settled on my face for the evening, she would happily spend two or three hours, watching TV while I gently worshipped her nether regions. I was occasionally allowed to masturbate myself, under my apron, but was rarely now asked to tongue her pussy. Instead, she ha...
James will always remember the 15th of December 2013 for this was the day that he became the slave of his uncle. James was an ordinary teen who was waiting for University offers to be received. It was on this day that his uncle decided that James would no longer be a free soul. Living in a fairly large house in a rural area meant that during holidays, James...