Written by: livingsingl Co-Authored by: redridinghood999 It's Friday afternoon, about 2 pm. I cased out this bank a number of times, and found it to perfect for the robbing -- two dopy, middle-aged, out of shape guards, minimal security, and some very young, very inexperienced-looking tellers that are more likely to scream and panic than set off any alarms...
"Let me show you my humble palace little one," Ramesh said, gently patting her on her naked buttocks. "TV room first." Neeta walked towards the TV room with Ramesh's hand on her buttocks. She saw a big screened TV with a home theater sound system and a cushioned sofa set. It was a spacious place to watch TV. The bathroom was small, with a small shower area...
It was ten o'clock in the evening and for once the house was empty and quiet. My roommates were away for the evening. Master was away.. so very far away. I needed and craved his attention and he was intent on giving it.. in his unique way. Skype had become our tether to one another while seperated and he had been waiting so patiently for the last of the roo...
**please read part one of Weekend with Sir first as this is the continuing story. Thank you Chagey for your help with editing. :) ** * The bumps and potholes in the road continued to increase. The plug in her ass was pushing deeper inside her. The rubber cock was slick from her juices, and was still buried deep in her pussy. She silently thanked god that...
Thank you for all your ideas and encouragement. As you might have guessed, Lisa will not be doing the honorable thing in this installment. Actually, I took a hint from BbwCupcake for where we are going next... * "Hello. I'm calling for Mrs Robert Bellows. Is this Mrs Bellows?" The voice at the other end of the phone sounded familiar to Lisa, but she knew...
Why does Sir make me do these things, why does Sir continue to take me places so he can show me off, or degrade me, or humiliate me? Why does Sir make me debase myself in public just for his amusement? Why do I continue to allow Sir this control, this surrender of my morale upbringing? Why does Sir use me and abuse me like I am just some common whore he ha...
I should note that this story was written for a certain unnamed someone. All persons in this story are above the age of 18. ***** It was the cold that woke her up, and as she woke up, she became more and more agitated. She was naked, yes, and her pussy freshly shaven. Her nipples were hard from the cold, jutting out proudly from her 32D breasts. She shiv...
Master had kept a close watch on His slave, making sure she hadn't been too traumatized from her experience with Xavier to continue serving Him. She seemed to be doing quite well. She hadn't slackened in any of her duties and followed through on every order, without fail. The day after, she had shrunk away from His touch a couple of times and Master understo...
Simon staggered in for work the day after the slave auction, his body stiff and sore. Mr Berne and the others in the post room were shocked to see the sissy's bruised and lacerated buttocks. Barry's stiff cock betrayed his feelings; whipping and torture excited him. His sadistic nature relished the thought of thrashing Sissy senseless. Sissy was his fuck t...
The submissive girl sits anxiously waiting for her Sir to arrive. The thoughts of the things that he will be doing to her, has her body aroused. All she can think about is the feel of his hands on her bare flesh as he spanks her. She can feel the silk tie that is used to tie her wrists and the darkness of the blindfold enhancing all her other senses. She cra...