As quiet as a church mouse, I closed and locked the door. Obedient to Master, I wore nothing but a trench coat, my collar, and a pair of black stilettos. Attempting silence, I untied and unbuttoned, noticing two strange coats hanging in the closet as I reached for a hanger. Startling me, a fist grabbed me by the hair and jerked me back against a hard man's...
The following story deals with slavery in the Americas. To make it as truthful and authentic as possible I have had to use some harsh and offensive language at times and for that, I apologise. ***** Phoebe Gordon was a slave. It was a sad and sorry truth for any human to have to bear but it was nonetheless true. In their hearts, every black slave in the A...
Chapter 2: A Passing Lorry Driver The night of the disco (See 'Wifes First Threesome') brought Debbie to life, all the following week she was fucking me silly at every opportunity, her motto seemed to be any where any place anytime but I wasn't complaining I loved every minute of it. She suddenly realised that sex was fun. Tony came round the following day...
Some of you might have read my previous story ‘Uncle Ben Has Taken my Wife’. This is the second part of that story. Readers might recall that Uncle Ben is not the benign American Rice vendor. Rather he is an overweight, lazy fat slob. Picking up from where I left off in Part 1 its fair to say that Uncle Ben had completely taken over our lives, or at least...
It was Friday and Nikolaus Lundborg was furious. He hadn't been able to concentrate, his cock had been hard most of the morning and so he was now in a great deal of pain. It was her fault and he wanted to make her pay. He could not believe that he had not slept with his wife in a week. He had barely spoken to her, the cold nod when he happened to pass her in...
Walking around the corner, the man who worships the Goddess, in all of Her glory, stood there, wide-eyed and wondering if She would pay him any mind. As She approached, he stood to the side, looking down, paying respect deserved of a Goddess, not wanting to meet eyes. "Hello my servant," The Goddess whispered, not wanting anyone to know there were words sp...
Wrong Aim - Episode One Detailed Report Number 1 On Frances of Venus When we open a beautiful woman is at the controls of small spacecraft and looking seriously at a picture of Commander Riker. It was the night shift on the Enterprise. "Enterprise this is Nefti calling Commander Riker." A surprised Riker answered with raised eyebrow. "Open channel, on s...
He sat their with his arm draped over her chair he just dripped sinfully dark sex appeal as she approached him. "You're late Cassandra," he growled his voice sent tremors up her spine. Cassandra stood in the door frame. Her eyes locked on him. Even with the sparse light she could see his intense stare. Taking another step inside, pushing the door closed be...
I submit this work in the form of a dialogue relating to censorship and bigotry, an all to common occurrence in the workplace and our lives. * "You can't put that up in here Sonny." "What?" "That! It's a piece of filth 'init. You can't hang that up in here." "Want to watch me? This work is part of the exhibition." "I don't care if it's part of the blee...
Marilys, covered only by a large green cape, knelt before the Master of The Crimson Manor, Lord Archas. Lord Archas stood in the middle of the large chamber that was lit only by candelabras lined up to both sides of Archas and Marilys, keeping the corners of the chamber dark and furtive. Archas was dressed in a ceremonial doublet which flared out from his h...