I didn't see Mr. Frost again that afternoon. When I arrived at my tiny studio apartment shortly before six, the hours remaining until I had to return to the office seemed to stretch out into eternity. Too nervous to eat, I hopped in the shower instead. I'd taken one that morning, but the tense meeting in Mr. Frost's office had made me break out in a sweat. Afterward, I stood naked at my dresser, rummaging through my bras....

===Abby=== This is not the sort of half-baked thing you just up and do. In fact, it took a few weeks for the yeast to cause the bread to rise. And then there was the research. This all happened when Brittany and I were juniors at our school in upstate New York. Looking back, the event that planted the seed occurred when a senior we knew was arrested—for prostitution! Sheila always dressed a bit slutty, but nobody guessed...

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the quaint town of Maplewood. It was a picturesque Saturday, the kind of day that seemed tailor-made for the annual bake sale held in the town square. The air was thick with the sweet aromas of freshly baked goods: cinnamon rolls, chocolate chip cookies, and the unmistakable scent of warm apple pie. Wendy, a talented pastry chef known for her delicate confections...

“Majordomo Thorton, I want to go over the final details for the party tonight” “Oh flaming stars!” Ashima swore at the delay. “Now is not the time for you to be insolent. It isn’t that kind of party. This is an obedience protocols only party, my love” The silence that followed inflated with building fear. “Is this one of your practical jokes? The party doesn’t start til tonight.” "Your love?" Spoke an acidic voice from th...

Just another dead pornstar. Her parents will mourn the loss, but society won't. People will see a pretty girl saddled with debt, cut down in her prime in a seedy profession, tut and move on. That's the way this business works. Always has. It’s quiet in the studio, only a faint whine from the LEDs that circle the rows of dials and buttons on the editing console. I stare down at her lifeless body spilling out of the crop to...

Kerry was a flashy woman. She was past her prime, perhaps in her early fifties, I’d guess. But she definitely still had it. She had a cute, slightly plump face framed by long, jet-black hair, big juicy lips, and dark brown eyes, with a tan I’d imagine came from a bottle. Her figure was starting to round, but she wore it well. Her voluptuous behind was always accentuated by a nice dress or tight-fitting trousers. Kerry exu...

Returning to my empty apartment and not knowing when I would see Bryan next was depressing. I was excited to deliver him the envelope of money from my visit to Dan and Alicia's, but I did not even look inside. At this point, my whole life revolved around Bryan and his needs and desires. He had my time consumed and scheduled. There was work, working out, doing errands, and seeing to Bryan's desires. There was not much time...

Though no one was around to overhear us, Arthur leaned toward me, bringing his lips to my ear. "I'd love to watch you and Dwight again, and I'm more than happy to pay for the privilege of doing so." He then went on to tell me just how much he would pay. My eyes widened at his offer. "Um..." I floundered helplessly, unsure of how to reply. Arthur's words, and his nearness, started an insistent pulse of excitement low in my...

I still saw Kelly, albeit infrequently, but thought it best to keep my distance after I had cum in her bra cup. She'd told me she'd filmed me for a while, I hoped she hadn't, but had no way of knowing. I was washing my car when she drove past, dropped her window and called me over. Feeling nervous, I approached her car window. She wasn't smiling. I looked at her, and a hint of cleavage greeted me. I'd seen much more of th...

Mr. Smith made his plans to set up more parties for me. I felt sure they would be very popular and very lucrative. Meanwhile, I had been very intrigued by Mr. Thomas's invitation (or maybe it was more like he placed an order) for me to plan a sleepover with Jenny so that he could pay for and use my pussy after Jenny was asleep. Spending the night at the Thomas's home would offer up other exciting possibilities, in additio...

Mr. Smith did indeed become a regular customer. I would meet him in his office at least once a week, where he would transform me into his good little girl whore with a stack of cash. He was insatiable and would usually cum two or three times; all I had to do to get him hard again was to talk about being a high school whore who gets off on selling my tight little pussy. He even snuck me into his house one Saturday night wh...