Akasha… The sound of my name being called as if being carried by the wind wakes me from sleep. I rub my eyes, looking around to where the sound is coming from. I am awake, but not really. As expected, two glowing eyes are in the far corner of my darkened room. I blink, rubbing my eyes, thinking I must be having a dream inside my dream again. I had had this particular dream every night for the past month, so I was not as f...

The night spent with the fellas was one for the memoirs. I got to visit the Country Club, where I would not consider stepping foot in under any other circumstances, but I’d spent the night there. It was a nice place. Very lavishly decorated with an almost homey feel. That was not the night's highlight, but the activities I’d participated in were over the top. Not only had I bred two newbies, but I had sucked and fucked th...

After that night, fucking Mr.Emerson, things changed drastically. For one, I was no longer “that woman.” I was now "sweetheart" or whatever other enduring nickname Mr. Emerson would call me. Not only that, but I had been gifted a brand-new Porsche, membership to the Country Club, and was invited to go there the coming Friday night. I had never seen the inside of the club, because, even these days, no matter your financial...

Monday morning, as usual, my phone was ringing off the hook, but I had no time to answer it as I was too busy stuffing my double dildo into my new secretary, Ava's, holes. Last month, my long-time secretary quit because of pregnancy. I was disappointed because I'd enjoyed her daily and heard that pregnant pussy tastes sweeter. I looked forward to sucking her pussy, fucking her, and making her cum while rubbing her belly a...