It was getting pretty close to five o'clock and it had been quite the long day. Not only had my assistant not finished the Macinrow report that was supposed to be submitted by one o'clock, but I had lost a million dollar account to a competitor I hated. Just as I began to wind things down for the end of the day, I also remember I was going home to more work...
The elevator doors opened to reveal an empty cab. Jared entered, holding a coffee in one hand while the other rested on the strap of his laptop bag. He selected 14 on the panel and returned to the center of the elevator. "Thank God," he sighed, both at the fact of his being alone and it being Friday. The cab doors closed and the elevator began pull...
I still had three quarters of an hour to kill. Something told me it would be better to arrive at Belinda's bang on time. I saw a café that looked all right and went in. It was the usual early evening crowd. Mostly people on their way home from work, one man on his own ordering something to eat, a group of foreign students visiting London. I bought a cup of...
If you are reading this in hopes for a stroke story, I am sorry to disappoint you. There is very little sexual interaction and a lot of plot development that will make the subsequent chapters flow. * The next morning I awoke in absolute pain. I could not find Alex. I grabbed the crutches and hobbled to the dresser. I pulled on an aqua-colored tee-shit. I...
Belinda had always been one of those girls at the school who could tighten my trousers whenever she was near, so I was pleased to see that she was in my literature class that fall. I don't know if it was pheremones or the sight of her body, but I never tired of imagining her as my lusty little nymph. If she only knew what lewd, shameful things she did with m...
One Sunday last summer Jon was watching a F1 Grand Prix. Trying to show some interest I asked Jon who was winning. His reply didn't make much sense to me, but just for a bit of a laugh I said, "I bet the red car wins." Jon took me up on the bet, which I eventually lost. Jon was happy when he told me that I had lost and told me that as the forfeit, I woul...
I was folding the laundry when my master called me into his office. He sat at his desk with a hard look on his face. His personal assistant, Jill, sat on a corner of the desk in a short pencil skirt and half unbuttoned blouse, her long, perfect legs crossed at the knee and her blonde hair up in a bun. "Anabelle," he began. "I am disappointed in you." My h...
Ms. Marta Legendario Esteban Luba winced. Her cushiony ass jiggled in the open English classroom air. Her college students Paul and Vlad were taking turns on her young holes. One, two, they pumped a pair of dildos they had brought from home. One, two. Her wrists bruised from their clenching grips. "Ay! My asshole burns, ouch!" she yelped. Vlad withdrew a s...
"Well, Miss Brock, you were caught smoking in the girls' locker room today. You know, don't you, the penalty for that violation of the rules is expulsion, even though you are just a few months from graduation?" The high school principal looked sternly at the nervous young woman standing in front of him. That was hard to do, because she was such a hotty, an...
I awoke, presumably at some point in the morning, shrouded in darkness. As the usual post-sleep confusion faded, my situation became clearer. Despite my disappointing performance last week, madame decided to keep me on as one of her toys, at least for now. She had summoned me to her home for the weekend, during which I was to give myself completely to her an...