I sit at a booth at the back of the bar. My leg bounces nervously under the table as I watch the front door. I scan everyone as they enter, watching for her. My heart races in my chest every time the door opens. My hopes rising and falling like a loose balloon floating to the ceiling only to pop and fall back to the floor as soon as it hits the heat of a fluorescent bulb. I catch my reflection in the mirror behind the bar...

It’s cramped in the aeroplane bathroom but with my foot up on the toilet lid and breath fogging the tiny mirror over the tinier sink, his cock fits snugly as he ploughs me. Luring Mr Clark-Kent-glasses into my naughty net so soon after the seatbelt sign was turned off had been easy. Just dangle the promise of sex, flutter my lashes and brush his thigh. He’d barely given me time to study my reflection before he knocked on...

Although I'm half expecting it, the buzzer and red lights scare me half to death as I step through the airport security scanner’s archway. Before I can fully react, a petite female member of staff approaches, taking over from captain buzzcut who had waved me forward. Guess men can't touch women. She ushers me aside and casts a quizzical eye all the way up me. “Señorita, I need to check over you.” She’s achingly European....

I stopped counting after seven orgasms. When the vibration finally stops, Bryan releases me from my restraints. The kiss he gives me is filled with desire and promise. Without a word, he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. My master only wears a pair of sweatpants, while I'm still completely naked apart from my collar. He turns on the shower and makes sure it's at the right temperature before forcing me in. I give...

My breath strains: body tied, gagged and splayed. Condensed milk drips down my hair and over my ruined stockings while spittle rattles out the air holes of my oblong gag. The foldable chair squeaks as I struggle against the twine binding my wrists tight behind my back. In front of me, my Miss towers over my helpless body, steel-toed combat boots clacking over the hardwood floor. All the while, my cellphone buzzes loudly a...

Even though I am Evan’s boss at the office, he is still my dominant and has my full consent to set expectations, challenges, and sessions as he chooses. Naturally, I trust his professionalism completely. A perfect example would be last week. Evan has set expectations for me not to wear underwear without his permission. Last week, I did not meet this expectation. Luckily, it was a quiet day at work and no one but the two o...

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard on the video, Angie had screamed my name while cumming very hard on Tony's cock and strap-on. I think my mouth was still open in shock as Tony spoke. "I knew she liked you, but I didn't realise you were in her fantasies. She's been hinting at a threesome for a while now. I just assumed it was her way of heightening the sex we have. As you saw from the video she loves the blindfold mo...

Dylan stripped me of my lingerie like a man unwrapping a gift. Though we'd been together almost six months, he still treated every intimate encounter as if it were our first time. "What do we have here?" Dylan grinned while lowering the strap of my pink babydoll. As soon as my nipple was exposed, he leaned to give it a teasing lick. His tongue quickly coaxed the peak to hardness. "You like that?" I murmured. Already, I wa...