Michele sat silently in the car as she watched the tail lights of the police car disappear in the distance; the bitter aftertaste of the policeman's sperm still in her mouth. She was confused; the fat cop with his stubby fat cock had forced her to fellate him; but she had become sexually aroused and hadn't even realised it. She sat for a few minutes and deci...
Happy fucking Halloween. That was his thought as the alarm bell clanged this cold autumn morning. A costume, where the hell was he going to find a costume on Halloween day. The memo from the office booster club arrived in his inbox at exactly 5:55 pm last night. It was a lucky thing he even saw it. What the hell were they thinking springing a costume day a...
The Master rose early, he had not been able to sleep well since his last encounter with Ruby almost two weeks previously. Looking at his pocket watch he discovered that it was 4:30am. Not tired enough to go to bed again, he wrapped his robe around himself and walked into the silence of the East Wing. Most of the servants had quarters in the West Wing of the...
Author's Note: I saw that you guys wanted more development and hopefully this new installation will satisfy that desire. If you like this chapter give it a good review and drop a comment. As always, criticism is not only accepted, but encouraged so feel free to share your thoughts. Enjoy :) --Mistress L ************ "We can't do this, people will see," I w...
A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23 and became an assistant coach at a posh tennis club. I had been a tennis coach for about 6 months. Over that time I got to kn...
Darlene slid the white thigh-high stockings of her "Naughty Nurse" costume slowly up her legs and attached them to the garter straps which dangled from beneath the short red skirt which made up the bottom half of the costume. The upper half was a white "lab coat" that was cut tight to accent her breasts. The top of the "coat" was open to reveal an ample amou...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. * Chapter Four. 1987. (Early-May). Sir DB, mid-sixties. For my fifth formal appraisal the senior partner told me he'd like to do it on Saturday morning. "Give you a bit of lunch somewhere afterwards," he said. I was surprised, not only by his unexpected and uncharacteristic display...
Chapter Two -- The Butterfly Emerges "So why Valerie Swindon?" Sally asked, sipping a gin and tonic with her stocking feet up on the coffee table. "It's the first name that popped into my head so no one should associate it with anything to do with my past life," William replied, also sipping a G and T and smoking a cigarette. "That's smart. A lot of trann...
George and his wife sat in a quiet corner of the West Country pub watching the holidaymakers winding down and refreshing themselves with food and drink. They liked coming down here to the Devonshire coast, spending time at the cottage. Not just for the fresh air and scenery but for the freedom, away from nosy neighbours. Nobody knew them here so they could b...
I've always felt attracted to younger men. Some time ago, there was family living next to me in our small neighborhood. This was several years after my husband had died. I'd finally begun to feel somewhat whole again and yet the loneliness was getting me down. I had sexual cravings I hadn't felt in a long time and thought I'd go crazy if they weren't satisf...