“Good news, Mister Quinn,” purred Shalina as her hand wandered down from my naked chest to my equally naked crotch and started stroking what she found there. “I’m going to jerk you off and let you spill your cum all over my chest, as if I were a common slut.” Well, shit, I needed to avoid that at all costs. My grunted plea for mercy was muffled by the rubber ball that violated my mouth. It was held in place by a leather s...

Looking through the peephole at the quivering girl, I smiled to myself, then opened the door. “Right on time, Miss Burke. Well begun.” She started to move past me into the house, but I held up my hand. “Not quite yet, Miss Burke. Kindly remove your clothes first.” She looked wildly at me and started to protest – then stood up and opened her red raincoat, revealing that she was naked underneath. She hung there as if this w...

"I thought vampires were men," I stammered. "With fangs. Who sucked the blood out of your neck. Like Dracula." The beautiful, pale brunette who called herself “The Countess Valencia” smirked. Her face was inches from mine; her eyes were mesmerizing. Her scent was intoxicating. Her presence, powerful. "Blame it on those stupid, male chauvinist Victorians," she said. "When a few idiots caught wind of our little society in t...

Kirsten found a new direction in her life following a talk with her birth father and a well-paid job prospect in the art world. She decided to take her father's advice and gain a History of Arts degree, which would mean four years of hard work and a move from the west coast of Scotland to St Andrew's on the east coast, almost two hundred miles away. Kirsten loaded her belongings into the three-year-old Mini Cooper her fat...

Lilly was waiting for me when I came home from work, still in the sexy office ensemble she had left the house with in the morning. Only now, she had accessorized it with her favorite single-tailed whip, the one she lovingly called "Black Betty." "I've had a bad day," she softly said. "I can see that," I replied. She was leaning against the kitchen wall, her lovely Asian-American face showing little emotion. The cool, dark...

“She’s going to whip us,” Beth whispered to me. We were hanging by our wrists, face to face, in Cynthia’s dungeon. Her mother approached with an evil-looking implement. “You two had your pleasure for the evening,” she purred. “Time to pay the piper.” The black lace domino mask that covered the area around her eyes did not conceal the devilish gleam that flickered in them. It also did not hide the wicked smirk that danced...

“I understand you were disappointed in my blowjob skills last week,” Cynthia said, slapping my cock around; I couldn’t stop her, as I was strapped tight to her X-cross. Neither could Beth, bound to a vibrating sex machine. “Let’s try again, shall we?” my lusty mother-in-law asked. The red-headed vixen was referring to our encounter the previous weekend when I found her in a botched self-bondage session on her bed. At her...

“I strongly suggest you don’t ejaculate,” Doctor Lotta Payne cooed in my ear. “Of course, Miss Suckswell here, besides being a capable lab assistant, is an expert on getting men to do just that, whether they want to or not. And believe me, you really don’t want to cum. She’s good, isn’t she? I hear she swallows.” Miss Reelly Suckswell was indeed delivering an unbelievably delicious blowjob to my hard cock as I sat firmly...

“I find this system is perfect to totally immobilize your captive when you don’t want him squirming around,” said the busty brunette who was nearly bursting out of the top of her tight red latex bodysuit. No freaking kidding, I thought, as I hung there in front of her and her companion, stretched out like a deer hide in this high-tech torture chamber. For a subterranean dungeon in a huge old mansion, it was surprisingly w...

My name is Zainab Habiba bin Khalifa al Makhtoom al Sura and my father’s family are poor, country-bumpkin relatives of the billionaire al Sura family. My maternal grandmother was a Russian slave and my mother had a month-long secret fling with a blond Norwegian oil field explorer, who was almost certainly my real father. I was a tall, very pale blonde, with Nordic European looks. When I was eighteen, I was selected by Wal...

The sight of her multiple orgasms as well as my own lack of sexual partners lately brought me to my crest sooner than usual. I felt that familiar tingle in my scrotum and felt my balls draw up in preparation for launch. "Okay slut, I'm about to cum," I warned her. I make it a habit the first time I am with someone to let them know I am going to cum so they have the opportunity to choose where they want it. Some women like...