Getting to Joan Ch. 03
Joanie was coming along fine. I moved in with her so I could keep her straight. She didn”t need to take her sleeping pills anymore and she didn”t seem to suffer from depression either. It is amazing what a little discipline and some satisfying sex can do to help someone. She still had her executive position at work. But when I came around she was my slave, my little sex slave. I liked to go see her on her lunch hour, go in her office and lock the door, bend her over the desk and fuck that smooth pussy of hers. It is nice to knock off a quick piece in the middle of the day. It was extra nice knowing that I didn”t have to fuss with panties, and all that stuff, All I had to do was just tell her to lift her skirt, bend over and spread her legs. I got off on seeing the transformation from Human Resources executive to slut. I think it did her good too. She was becoming more honest with me, letting me in on her little secrets. › Continue reading
Drew’s Awakening
I woke slowly, blinking in the soft glow created by the artificial track lights. God, where was I?
“I see you’re awake.”
I tried to turn towards the voice, but found I couldn’t. My hands and legs were fastened to the bed. “What the fuck…?” I blinked and shook my head. I vaguely remembered a red-head named Phoenix and….
Phoenix sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a hand up to stroke my belly. “A little fuzzy on the details, hmm?” She pulled at the collar around my neck, forcing me to raise my head and look at her. “Need me to refresh your memory, pet?” › Continue reading
Woman of His Dreams Ch. 04
I’d told Nicole how crazy I was about her, I’d told her I hadn’t touched my cock since the ruined orgasm at the theatre, I’d told her I couldn’t sleep but for thinking about her. I’d said a lot.
At that particular moment, I’d forgotten something else I’d said. I’d said my feelings for her had nothing to do with coming.
I may have forgotten that unimportant little statement. Nicole hadn’t. In fact, when she’d asked me earlier if I meant what I said, that’s exactly the statement she had in mind. And I’d blurted out that I’d meant every word of it. › Continue reading
Worship
You’re sitting in your office when I come in and close the door. The gentle breeze blows softly through the open window, while in the distance, the thud of a basketball and crystal sound of children shouting can be heard. You look at me enquiringly.
Saying nothing, I crouch and fumble with the buttons of your jeans. I get the first open, then the second and third. I stop and then reach in and pull out your thick fat cock. It is limp still, just starting to thicken. I like the way it looks lying limp on your thigh, its heavy head pointing down, the white shaft soft and vulnerable. The spongy tip of your prick is barely visible, hiding shyly in its wrinkled nest of skin, a shiny naked hint just visible. › Continue reading
Webcam Wife Ch. 11
Dawn flat out wore me out after everyone left. We fucked for another four hours. I came three more times, but she was still going strong. I tried to for a fourth orgasm (my sixth of the night) but I ran out of steam and had to stop. Thankfully, she was spent as well.
Dee did not make it back home until late morning on Wednesday. They had gone to the strip club where she spent the night learning stripper moves for her upcoming films. She told me that her and Tina went out with some of the strippers from the club for more partying, which she told me ended up in a six-girl lesbian orgy. › Continue reading
Twisted Sister
He walked into my dungeon and knelt. His eyes looked through my boots, but didn’t see the polished leather. I hate it when they came to me like this, filled with defeat instead of submission.
I used the pointed toe of one boot to lift his chin. It was a moment longer before his eyes also lifted. Whatever it was, this boy had it bad. He’d spill it to me sooner or later. They always do. Sometimes I think I should have been a bartender. This pays better though, and I get to have my fun with them too. › Continue reading
The Workshop
Rebecca had gone until the ripe old age of 27 without a car. She couldn’t afford one, and didn’t need one. Now, at thirty, she adored her little Volkswagen Beetle, and savored the road trips she took with it, but for around town it was still walk, bike or occasionally skateboard. A fit, attractive thirty year old woman who could handle a skateboard was too sexy an image for her to pass up.
It was her bike that took her to the farmers market on the day she discovered her neighbor’s shop, a lovely spring day and the vendors had too much good stuff to offer. As a result she bought more than one should attempt to transport by bicycle. Nonetheless, bags hanging from the handlebars, and pushing the limits of the baskets over the rear wheel, she made her way, cautiously toward home. › Continue reading
The Sex Therapist
Susan my receptionist ushered the last patient of the day into my office. I was pleasantly surprised; she looked younger than her 30 years and was very attractive. There was a look of apprehension on her face.
“Hello Cassie,” I said with a warm smile, “I prefer to use first names, it makes people more relaxed, please call me Robert. It’s nice to meet you, please take a seat.”
“Oh thank you doctor, I mean Robert,” Cassie said nervously.
“I don’t know what your referring doctor told you about me but I am a qualified GP and also a qualified psychologist. My field of expertise is helping people of both sexes with sexual problems, whether they be physical or emotional or both. I have been reading the letter your doctor sent me and your problem is that you can’t orgasm, is that correct?” › Continue reading
The First Meeting Ch. 02
*Chapter 2, The Meeting*
I didn’t arrive at the bar until straight up six o’clock. After all, you’d made a point of having the cab waiting for me at my hotel, timed to drop me off at the bar well after your own arrival. I’d fretted all during the cab ride, in fact, because I was worried about how late I might be. Part of me was certain you’d be long gone when I finally made it; that is, if you’d even bothered to show up. Oh, me of little faith…
When I walked into the bar, I knew what I was looking for — or rather who — but the place was so crowded and dark I had no way of searching through the sea of faces and settling on yours. Nervously, I reached for the cameo at my throat, needing to touch the talisman once more, to remind myself of our connection. You were here somewhere; I needed to believe that. › Continue reading
The Gift
“With grateful thanks once again to Jeanette for her patience and understanding, also for My friends in Lit chat. Please comment and vote if you enjoy the story, I hope you do.”
The Gift
You rush home from work slightly later than normal hoping you can get dinner and, yourself prepared for your Master, arriving home from My 3 week trip away. You are surprised when you get home to find Me already there with dinner ready and waiting.
“Relax My sweet I came home early to surprise you with a nice meal and some games for later. I want to make this a special evening for you, as I’ve been away for so long.” › Continue reading
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