It’s Saturday morning. My husband is going through another one of his mid-life crises. I’ve lost track but I think he is cycling today. He headed off at the crack of dawn all dolled up in lycra and I’m now lying awake relieving the events of yesterday afternoon when my step-daughter caught me sniffing her panties. What happened next was something I’d fantasised more times than enough in the darkest recesses of my mind. Bu...

I’m on my knees loading the washing machine. I have the house to myself with everyone else is out and am trying to be the domestic goddess everyone imagines me to be. I pull out the dirty clothes from the laundry basket we keep in the main bathroom and sort them into piles of whites and coloured. The amount of dirty clothes my sixteen year old step-daughter creates is enough for a load on its own. She seems to wear a diff...

James Keddy owned the town. His empire spread across the mills, the mines and the factories. While not everybody worked for him, there wasn't a family in the town who didn't depend on him for employment. John Nicolas led his wife Molly through the gates and into the garden of Keddy’s estate. Molly had only just turned nineteen and been married to John for less than three months. John was four years older and worked in the...

I stand at the top of the stairs, watching Katie as she picks up her bag and slams the front door behind her. I worry that I’ve gone too far. An icy chill styles over me as I begin to imagine Katie running to Aoife, sobbing openly as she describes how I tied her to the bed and fucked her ass with a strap-on dildo. By the time Aoife and Clodagh come bursting in the door in time for tea, I’ve worked myself up into a paranoi...

its Mistress had ruined it. its clothing was now always easy access with nothing underneath. its skirt was to be short enough to be either raised or discarded completely depending on her mood. its pierced nipples were always on display under tight tops or loose diaphanous blouses. it was now her free use whore. She used it whenever, wherever, however She wanted. She used its face in alleyways, fingered it in restaurants o...

I enter the bar just as I've been told. When the barmaid comes to take my order, she glances down my top. Her eyes widen, then she smirks. She whistles to draw everyone's attention before making me stand and remove my top. The sound of chairs being moved back as people get to their feet echos around the bar. It reminds me of the hyenas in the Lion King. The first has his jeans undone, cock in hand before he reaches me. It...

“Do you fancy coming on a trip with me?” Sinead glanced up at her friend Izzy. They were supposed to be restocking the towels in the changing rooms but Izzy was more interested in gossiping. “Where to?” “Only to a Billionaire’s private island,” Izzy giggled. “What are you talking about?” Izzy flicked her dyed blonde hair back and sat on the laundry room worktop. “Well, you know I was working on reception last week?” Sinea...

She finally crawls from the hotel room bed and starts to get dressed. “Do you really have to leave so soon?” “Well, I could text him and say I’m delayed." She looks at me. "Am I being delayed?” I drape my arms around her neck and pull her closer. “It might be a while before I’m ready to let you go.” She grins and unfastens her blouse once more. "You might be very, very, very delayed." I gaze into her eyes as I lick my lip...

I arch my back and cum on his cock. He grabs my waist and thrusts into me. Unable to hold back, he pulls out just in time. His every pulse paints my skin in streaks of creamy warmth. My breasts, my stomach, even the curve of my neck glisten with it. I shiver as the last sticky drops land, aftershocks still trembling through me. I drag a finger through the mess and bring it to my lips. The taste is salt and sin, and the wa...

I lie there. He didn’t say “good girl.” But I was a good girl. I drooled over his cock like a pathetic little fucktoy for him. Maybe I didn’t swallow enough. Maybe I could have taken more but he was so big. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out as he choked me. And then he just grabbed me and told me I needed to be bred. He pounded me with my ass up and my face pressed into the pillow. After he came, he just got up an...

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” I feel her fingers stroke my hair, and I am instantly awake. I stare into her hypnotic green eyes. “Yes, Miss,” I whisper. “You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?” Oh god, here it is. She’s going to do something extra humiliating. “You know I will, Miss.” “Good girl.” She climbs off the bed and goes to my wardrobe. I lie there and watch her. I glance at the clock. 7.48am. It’s early, b...

I give a cursory knock on the door but already have the keys out. I know Mr Browne is waiting but won’t be making it down the hall to let me in. That was why they’d given me a set of keys when I started work for the agency. I’ve only been working for the agency for a month but sometimes find the job soul destroying. These people are shells, husks of their former selves. Those who could still remember who they’d been had a...

I’d forgotten all about the appointment for the smear test. She must have seen it stuck to the front of the fridge one night when she came back to mine. We don’t live together but we are girlfriend and girlfriend. Well, more precisely, I’m whatever she wants me to be. Sometimes I’m her girlfriend, sometimes her lover but more often than not, she tells me I am her cum slut, her fucktoy or her whore. Humiliation is just one...

He slips between my legs. Like a drooling and growling animal, he pushes on my thighs to spread them. I feel his hot breath on my balls, his hot fingers on the skin of my thighs, his body between my legs. I’m not quite sure how we have come to this. I’m supposed to be supervising his PhD thesis. Instead, he’s on his knees on my office floor. I’m sure my corduroy trousers were properly fastened when he came in but now, the...