Sylmi was laying naked next to her, on her side, with her head resting on her right hand. That girl could really pose. Rodry had suggested she could find work as a model for painters, but she had laughed her off. Now she was looking at her inquisitively. "I don't think I've ever asked you how you ended up here," she finally said. "It's not much of a story, really," Rodry started but felt compelled to go on. It was nice sh...

It was New Year’s Eve when Bea next returned to the club, but as the event coincided with her period, sex came off the menu. She hadn’t been prepared for another gang-bang, either physically or mentally, or ready to stand naked on stage again. Bea was, for once, grateful to her monthly companion. While Bea looked back on her first time at the club with joy, the evening had left her troubled, not least because of Tar. He w...

This is my first writing a story, and what would be a better story than my first encounter with a dominant guy who became my master? To tell you a bit about myself, I was always a bit Bi-curious and wrote with men in chats to exchange fantasies and experiences. During that time, I found it interesting to go to cruising areas, walk around, get the adrenalin running, and feel the nervous tingling in my body for maybe doing...

“Mommy?” “Hmm. Yes, Muffin?” “I have a stiffy.” “You always have a stiffy, Muffin.” I couldn’t focus on the alarm clock. “What time is it, Michael?” “I dunno.” The digits got less fuzzy when I squinted—4:12. “You couldn't wait? We have to get up soon anyway to go to work.” “It's really stiff,” he whined. I sighed. How could I say no, especially after all of the time, the years, that I had devoted to getting us here? “Okay...

The night spent with the fellas was one for the memoirs. I got to visit the Country Club, where I would not consider stepping foot in under any other circumstances, but I’d spent the night there. It was a nice place. Very lavishly decorated with an almost homey feel. That was not the night's highlight, but the activities I’d participated in were over the top. Not only had I bred two newbies, but I had sucked and fucked th...

Monday morning, as usual, my phone was ringing off the hook, but I had no time to answer it as I was too busy stuffing my double dildo into my new secretary, Ava's, holes. Last month, my long-time secretary quit because of pregnancy. I was disappointed because I'd enjoyed her daily and heard that pregnant pussy tastes sweeter. I looked forward to sucking her pussy, fucking her, and making her cum while rubbing her belly a...

"What you like, baby?" The petite middle-aged Asian woman asked, gesturing to an open door to the very dark room. Carrie, also a middle-aged but not so petite woman, reached into her pocket and dug out a pair of black nitrile gloves in size small. "I'll know soon," Carrie said bravely, flicking the gloves downward at chest level to uncrunch the fingers in the space between the two women. The massage therapist's eyes widen...

Marissa worked for Drew and Kate, cleaning their huge house for over a year. She had a slim but curvy body. Her long dark hair matched her deep brown eyes. When she cleaned their house, the soft songs sung in her Venezuelan accent were very pleasant to the ears. If she wasn’t wearing a pair of leggings that hugged her ass she would wear a pair of shorts that showed her smooth olive skin. Marissa was a smart gal. She had a...

Erin loves her husband but Trevor can be so goddamn exhausting. When her friend Kate visits, however, she gets some relief. The attention Trevor gives Kate would worry many wives. In Kate’s presence, it’s as if Erin disappears but she quite likes being a ghost— present but not forced to engage, a witness but not a participant. There is peace in this.  On top of all that, Erin enjoys watching Trevor stumble; his flirts ign...