"Abby, I'm home," I wasn't supposed to be. It was going to be a great evening and a better night. My off-the-shoulder midnight-black evening gown with a delicious split for easy access was covered in mud. I picked off a burr stuck to my perfectly straightened hair. Am I proud I spent the evening hiding from Dylan's wife? No. Did it excite me? I plead the fifth. The worst part was listening to him fucking her. He had no ch...

Chapter 4: The Redness = Eventually, the journey was over, and I heard the sound of gravel crunching under the tyres shortly before the car’s engine was turned off. I heard a door open and someone getting out, followed by a draught of fresh air as my door was opened and my seat belt released. Mummy spoke, "We’ve arrived; please swivel around and put your feet on the ground, and then I can help you up and guide you to your...

Lindsay Anastacio drifted out of a twenty-minute nap somewhere along Utah State Route 142 on the way home to Salt Lake City. The nineteen-year-old struggled to open her eyes and subsequently nestled deeper against the masculine arm she had been holding on to while dozing. “Hmm, where are we?” She scrunched her face, yawned, and blindly kissed the silhouette of a naked woman shackled in chains tattooed upon that bicep. “Ab...

I lifted my little butt, lying on Daddy's lap. My breathing gasped, the anticipation of being punished like a teenage girl. "You never obey, Lyuba." "Sorry. I was late, it was the party. " The rough hand stroked down my buttocks, the intruding fingers exploring my orifices. "Where are your panties?" "I forgot to put them on." Came the snap of a slap, the strong fingers squeezing my buttocks. I groaned counting the slaps o...

“You understand what we want to do here, right?” “Yeah, I got it.” Sammy’s teeth flashed, white and broad. “Honestly, it's a pleasure to see you again. It's been over a year, hasn't it?” “Hmm, yeah, I guess it has.” A seasoned veteran of the sex industry, Mariko (real name: Asa Akiyama) had built a loyal following over the past seventeen years with thousands of clients making the pilgrimage to Nevada to party with her fro...

Sammy maneuvered Lindsay through the bedroom until the back of her knees touched the mattress before lifting and tossing her on it like a sack of potatoes. From where she suddenly lay plastered, Lindsay looked up, shivers traversing her spine as Sammy removed his tie and loosened his collar. The eighteen-year-old hitched her breath, brought a hand to her chest, and measured her escalating heartbeat. Sammy was so handsome,...

I left no doubt in the stuck-up old bitches minds as to exactly what Rachel was or who her daddy was when we left. I took Rachel's hand and said, "Come, my little cumslut, it's time you tasted daddy's cock in those other sweet little holes." Continued from the first chapter… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I could feel my...

“I need you, Daddy.” Leaning back on the bed, soft linen sheets caress my back. Slowly, my knees spread apart, dress sliding up, teasing you with the sight of my bare lips. Your eyes flutter between my eyes and the trail of my dress, hunger and lust darkening them. Dress now bunched around my waist, smooth lips on display to their owner. Fingers trailing over my tummy, rising and falling with anticipation. Going lower ove...

It's the first Friday in October, and I sit in front of my dressing table, with my hair in rollers, rechecking my phone for the umpteenth time today before tossing it away in annoyance. My calls and texts haven't been returned by Justin in several months. Still, I'd hoped that today would be different with it being my birthday. Selena is also ignoring my attempts to apologise and my offering of the hand of friendship. I k...

As I drive back home, with Liam beside me in the passenger seat, I feel anxious, realising he has never witnessed my driving before. I've had my driving criticised as being like a boy racer's on several occasions by others, so I act cautiously, more so than when I first got behind a wheel following my car accident. I glance over at him, whilst he rests his head in his hand, but the critique doesn't come. As someone who li...