How did it start? You ask. I'll tell you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Gregory Sellers and I was a high school teacher at a private school. I had been divorced for two years from my wife, Taylor. It all started when one Friday after school was over, I was in my office when I dropped a box of paperclips. I was on my knees picking up the mess, when she...
Sarah Dickens sat alone at the table sipping her coffee. Around her mums and their young children went merrily about discussing the holidays and shopping. It was such a foreign concept to her: family. She had grown up in a string of caring and decent, if not permanent, foster homes. Her mum had been a drunken slag, who vacillated between beating and neglecti...
To be a bitch, darlings, is to celebrate. Life. Love. Lust. But most of all, celebrate yourself. That's why a bitch is hot. And you want to be a bitch, don't you? That is why are are listening. You want to be like me. Know that you already are. But still hiding it. Not admitting it, not even to yourself. Especially to yourself. You want it. No longer be ch...
This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any historical figures used in this work of fiction are not meant to be historically accurate. This book is intended for mature reade...
His sweaty body glistened in the dim light as I circled him lightly flogging his torso. I hardened my strikes to his skin when the flogger met his cock and ass. His ass cheeks tightening and cock twitching each time it teases his wet, tan skin as I run it over him again. His cock skin was stretched to capacity it was so hard. I dropped to my knees at the si...
It was well into the school year now and Gia had gotten accustomed to being used daily. She had mixed emotions about it, she loved all the cock, but she feared for her job. She had long since quit wearing panties and bras, having seen so many shredded, and she found that her pussy could now accommodate the largest black cock. Her months of abuse had stretche...
The new slaves were lined up in the gym for an assembly. There were about 50 of slaves, 25 which was categorized as whores (women who enjoy sex or the idea of it) and 25 were soon-to-be whores (women who doesn't enjoy sex or the idea of it, they are here to be trained to become whores and slaves). The whores were in blue collar, while the others were in red....
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. * "This is just another example of why I hate being a teacher," Ms. Thompson said to herself, as she started her car and pulled out of her driveway. "Kids these days have no respect for authority as it is. Now they are going to make me chaperone the Hallowe...
Tell me more about how you'll train me. Tell me how you'll teach me to serve you, piece by piece. Start with my hands. Teach them how to find your dick bulging through the crotch of your pants while we sit on the couch watching movies. Rub my fingertips over the soft fabric covering your dick until I can feel the loose skin around the head rub and catch...
So I'm laying between her legs with my hands under her ass, looking up at her face as she's coming down from her first orgasm in ten years. I'm feeling her ass clench, watching her chest rising and falling quickly as she's trying to catch her breath and seeing her pussy, the pussy that I was just licking, clench and relax as her orgasm sweeps over her again...