On Tuesday morning at 8:20, Camilla was in the washroom of the office where she'd soon begin her first day as Mr. Miles Holland's personal secretary. In a tight-fitting brown wool-knit dress with the front zipper down to show off her bra-less cleavage, she was looking at herself in the mirror, carefully assessing her sexiness. In her usual whore-bright makeu...
Jennifer and I walked through the terminal, each dragging a suitcase and laptop bag. As I had when we exited the plane, I had my hand on the back of her hip, just above her ass. While nothing we did specifically called attention to the sodden mess that were her gray stretch pants, she still got her share of odd looks. Of course, she was still holding the pan...
Tiredly, I walked up the driveway from my car. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to a relaxed evening and a cold beer or two. I dumped my briefcase and suit jacket in the foyer and shouted, "Honey, I'm home. Where are you?" "In the bathroom," she answered. I walked down the passage and pushed the bathroom door open. Zoë was seated on the to...
The following week I didn't hear from Jacqui or her mum. I felt a bit let down, as I thought they had enjoyed our day together and might want a repeat, but I heard nothing. I thought of ringing, but decided it was up to them to contact me -- they knew where I was and that I was up for it, in all senses of the word. The person I did hear from though was my n...
This story will make more sense if you read the preceding chapters. It does deal with bodily functions, so if you are offended by that, read no further. All characters are well over 18. ***** It was almost a year since Karen Cranford had finished her work for her friend Claire Kendall that involved her supervising Claire's nephew, Jamie Benson, while he se...
Anne fought her way determinedly through the crowded supermarket aisle. Necessity, not choice, dictated that she undertake the weekly shop now rather than at a time which she knew would be much quieter. Since Brian had become mayor - and she his mayoress -- the days and weeks had become so much busier and she'd felt that her life was no longer her own. Still...
The lovely, long-legged Jan Frobisher went and joined my wife, Tanya, and Paula Pain on the couch, as my sister-in-law, Vanya, continued to stroke her pussy leisurely while looking on with amusement at my masturbatory punishment. The punishment, of course, was that if I failed to control myself and came without Vanya's permission, I would have to drink the...
Over a week had passed and Sarah was still staying at Mr. Brown`s. She was spanked every morning and in between if Mr. Brown wanted to. She was also fucked every morning by Tom as Mr. Brown left to fuck Mrs. Brown. Mr. Brown walked in as Sarah was playing with herself, she was so far into it she never saw him. He stood and watched amazed, her eyes were t...
Maggie and I were sitting at a diner in the small town of Skowhegan, Maine listening to the conversation of a few local men at the next table. We were wandering around Maine and had ventured north of where most tourists go. The locals were discussing what I guessed was an afterhours bar outside of Skowhegan. One of the men was not familiar with it. "Go out...
One day evening in last winter my husband ( 5 years back I used to call him Dad) came back from his office and informed me that he got transferred from Mumbai to Solapur ( a small town in Maharastra). I really felt bad hearing that news because we were quite comfortable and well established in Mumbai. Our son Partha was 4 years old and admitted in a well rep...