My seventy-two hours had come and gone a few days ago. Shikra did indeed send me man after man. I was not to speak unless it was to say, 'Stop'. The men were instructed to simply slide into me and take me until they came, then pull out. Ghost would tell me later these men were frat boys, and sailors, and had been bussed in from prisons and jails in the area. No one asked my name, my opinions on the world stage, or what I...

I left that hotel room positively glowing. In all honesty, I'd never been so happy. I went to work the next day like nothing happened. I held meetings, gave presentations and power lunches all week long - all the same stuff I'd been doing for years. It seemed hollow now, and maybe it always was - I just didn't see it, but It was crystal clear now. My life had been a pantomime. Having a taste of what life really was, I was...

After Billy and his way more than two dozen friends got done with me, I got 'inked up' as Shikra put it. In this case, it meant a raven tattoo above my left breast and another, more curious one on my back right shoulder blade. It's known as a 'leviathan cross'. A cross with two, at times three, branches and an infinity circle at the bottom. Having worked in law for two decades, I was familiar with the symbol. They're ever...

My device was still on medium as I exited the limo - I had two orgasms on the way over to city hall. It had started to rain, so my driver, after opening the door for me, used his umbrella to keep me dry. I wobbled up the courthouse steps with my pussy vibrating, and the greeter opened the glass doors for me. Being a lawyer in a law firm - albeit one that simply does paperwork and research at my level - I'd been here many...

My name is Donna, and I work at a reputable law firm with a high-rise beach front office on the east coast. I'm middle-aged, slightly past the time of children. I'm happily married and have been for over twenty years. I have brown hair and eyes, D cup naturally. Not only do I work in the same office as Amy - I believe you've read about her - I'm also her boss. She's a thirty-something, married, virgin cuckquean that will...

The weekend had come and gone all too quickly. Mistress May, my husband, and I never left the house and seldom left the bedroom. I was tied to that chair most of the time, save for bathroom trips. Still, life must move on. I walked through the door to my office building dressed as I usually was - black broomstick skirt to my ankles, covering matching low heels, and a long-sleeved white blouse buttoned all the way up. I pa...

My husband Adam was as rock hard as I'd ever seen him. He'd been hitting the gym for weeks and cutting carbs to get washboard abs. He'd been on Viagra for weeks even though he didn't need it as he was only in his early thirties. He'd gone through some 'manscaping' to trim body hair. He was all of 6'1" and 220 pounds of lean, trim muscle. He had long, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, to go along with his dangerously whi...

It had been a few days since 'The Event' as they're now calling it. Domina was as good as her word – she always is. For two days straight I did nothing but watch men fucking women in my barn, whether it was live or on giant TV screens. I can't begin to describe how horned up I was when it was time. It helped. I was locked into stocks on a stage downtown for twenty-four hours as I was used by man after man, after man, afte...

Two months had passed, and each day I was filled by about a dozen or so men, each with the sole goal of getting me pregnant. It worked. I was currently being led down main street on a leash by my owner, Vicki. She was wearing a blue sleeveless blouse and a black broomstick skirt with low heels. "I see congratulations are in order, whore," she said, smiling back at me. Putting my hands on my belly I blushed, "Yes. I don't...

“Welcome to Eden” That's what the roadside sign said as we entered the city limits of a town buried deep in the Ozark mountains of Arkansas. I'm not sure how long I was in that diner, but Domina stayed true to her word – I had twelve orgasms before I left, and when I did so, I was covered in sweat and so exhausted I had to be carried out. Granted I was carried out smiling from ear to ear, but carried out nonetheless. My w...

It was two in the morning when I got a call from my pimp, telling me to head to the old run-down diner across town and sit at a booth in the back. Though the diner was a dive, the tone of the voice sounded serious, so I wore a blue pencil skirt, white sleeveless blouse, and mid-range black heels. I was drinking a cup of black coffee when a woman walked in and sat at my table. Page-boy hair cut, 130 pounds, small breasts,...

I was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes from last night's poker game when I felt the head of a cock entering my pussy from behind. A really large one. Think, 'Coke can' - and he was just as hard. I inhaled a deep and very audible breath as he pushed into me. I gripped the counter ledge with my fingertips.  As a quarter was thrown on the counter I heard Travis' voice. "Good morning, whore.This man is a professional...

By the time I had my forty men, it was almost noon of the next day - I'll chalk it up to the truck stop being so deserted this time of year. I have to tell you though, that was the most fun I've had my entire life! It ended as I thought it would... I was so sore I could barely walk, and so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open, yet I couldn't stop laughing. Travis dropped me off with strict instructions to get a hot...

It was a dark and stormy night as Travis dropped me off at the truck stop. True to his word, he used my entire body. After that he had me change into a black mini skirt that barely covered my bikini area, a white crop top, no panties or bra, black stilettos, and a matching coin purse. My target before he'd pick me up and take me home for a few hours was to earn ten dollars - one quarter at a time. That's forty men. This w...

It all started when my husband came home in a blue dress. My name is Kim. I'm a forty-something housewife living in suburban America; Sunday church, bible study. I have a daughter named Stacy... I think you've met her, everyone has. I'm easy to spot at PTA meetings as I'm the short redhead with long skirts, peter pan collars and low-heeled shoes. My husband Ron is a cowboy wannabe - he looks the part but he's never ridden...