No one had come all day. The wind blew up from the platform, as the last trains in what passed for a rush hour came and went. The whole station was slow, owing to the holiday. The attendants in the booth up on the ground level had just left for the day, and as the trains clanged away the whole place became silent. Silence makes for a long day at the stand. T...
Chapter 3: Jenny It was at the end of my first day at The Fetish Show Shop, Mrs. Wyles had asked me to stay behind and we had ended up with me fucking her from behind while she admired herself wearing only a pair of 8 inch black heel shoes. These 8 inch heels were the highest we had and only a few clients had managed to walk in them although for many it was...
My name is Lindsey and I am a bored housewife. I got married last year and I never knew how lonely I would be sitting at home all day. Anyway, I am 23 years-old and I met my husband, Carl, in college. Carl makes good money so I can stay at home, but he is constantly traveling and when he is in town, he works long hours. So, about 3 months after we got marri...
Didn't think there would ever be a sequel to this story, but a reader suggestion lead to a second chapter, and I'm already sorting out the third. As always, I encourage feedback. **** Gary stepped out of the limo to a series of flashes, photographers trying to get a killer photo of a celebrity without waiting to see who the celebrity was. By the time the...
Short one, some pantyhose foot worship, light bondage and masturbation. If it's not your thing then just move along! * We had just gotten back from the movies, some horror movie since the wife is a big horror movie fan, me I don't really go for them but she did take care of me. See she wore Jeans a nice top and black 4"heels with sheer nude hose. I got to...
The wind howled against the windows of the office. Each gust blew waves of powdery snow, thick enough to obscure buildings just across the street. In the street below, a few souls brave enough to endure the weather scuttled hastily in and out of the coffee shop that faced our office building. Most shops had closed. The forecast predicted that the blizzard co...
Chapter 6: Tonight You Belong to Me Claire Belfield's husband, George, was in a sweat as he climbed the stairs in a brownstone on West 24th Street. He hated climbing stairs. Was she home or was she out? Maybe she wasn't home yet. He always liked it better when she was home. If she wasn't home he'd have to wait for her, and any time he spent alone in the bui...
i check my e-mail first thing in the morning. You, Mistress Christy, have sent me a message telling me to be at Your place by 10:00 this morning or i will be punished. It's almost 8:00 now and i have to hurry up if i'm going to make it. i take a quick shower and trim and groom my beard, then i hop in the car and start making my way to Your place. You tell m...
Erin wrapped her cum-covered bare feet around Samantha's enormous cock and began thrusting the huge dick in between her soft wrinkle and gooey soles. Erin had finished giving Samantha an intense foot job. Samantha plastered every inch of Erin's feet, with her creamy liquids. Rich stood over Erin and rubbed his massive cock and balls in her flushed face, af...
"How was your day," Melissa asked, settling down in a comfortable bedroom chair, the laptop open on the dressing table with its webcam pointed at her, and the screen showing Rob seated on the edge of his bed at the Hotel. Melissa had received Rob's call a few minutes before, and with a promise to call him right back, had run upstairs to the privacy of their...