She stumbles woozily in to the kitchen from her whipping and beating, her whore's body burning and stinging. Holding on to the counter top to keep from collapsing, she surveys the food she has bought. She begins to hurry about, clicking in her whorish high heels and her whore maid serving outfit. The earrings, swaying and clinking from her ears, bounce off...
A word of explanation. This story was not written by me. It was written by my online partner as a continuation of "His Whore's Wedding Day" which I wrote and listed here late last year. I assigned her this story recently because of an idea that struck me. She had seen a pair of stories that retold the same events from the point of view of a dom and a sub. I...
Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * Think about the supposition that all women are whores. If I'm a whore and if all women are whores, then all men are whoremongers Imagine the ramifications of believing that all women a...
Pauline and I have been married for eight years. We have always enjoyed a great sex life. I wouldn't say we were into anything that crazy. That is if you consider dressing up, role playing games and the experimentation with various sex toys that crazy. Each time we would play I made sure she would wear something sexy. Pauline is five foot nine and 127 pounds...
In my letter to my former wife, I finished: "Raised Quaker, I cannot allow myself to be consumed by hate, but I am deeply disappointed by the you-that-is-now, who was and is a gang-banging corporate and private whore. I still love Miola, the you-that-maybe-used-to-be, who I stupidly believed was a loving wife, but those feelings will fade as time passes. Go...
We meet at the designated time, 10 pm, in the hallway leading to our "playroom". "Oh daddy, you look so handsome", I gush upon seeing you. "You have chosen the perfect outfit for this evening." Grey cutaway tailcoat, ivory waistcoat, cravat, black pinstriped trousers. "And you my pretty pet, look ravishing. What do you call this look? Steampunk Saloon girl...
I felt a sharp stinging in my ass before I was completely aware of anything else. Slowly, I took an inventory and found myself spread out on a table. Hands stretched out before me, tits crushed under my weight, legs spread wide, and my ass in the air. I groaned as the ache in my ass caught up to me. "Wake up, whore. You've rested long enough." I jumped whe...
This story is in two parts – with Amelia’s initiation into the world of hard core fucking in her hotel room with Little Nicky and her husband Dave. Part Two to follow… I wouldn’t have believed Amelia if she hadn’t shown me the video and told me the story that went with it. I mean how many women would go all the way to America to get gang-banged by six hor...
Before you go any further into my story, you should know that I chose this life style. I've been happy with it since I was 18 years old. And now ten years later, I know I made the right decision for my life. When I was 18, I gave up all my personal freedoms, even my name to a man. There are twenty of us girls at any one given time, and we all share the sam...
All of the people in the story are 18 years of age, or older. * "Come on Claire. Just for a few seconds. My balls are about to explode. That shit can really happen you know?" Aiden pushed me further into the girl's bathroom. "If you didn't want the attention, then why the hell did you wear such a short dress?" I smiled at him. I'd worn the dress to tease...