X-cross Stories

After hours of wicked, erotic torture in the form of a remote-controlled vibrator during a long car ride, the sub and her Master drove through the wrought iron gate and traveled down the road to an isolated treehouse cabin in the woods. But it wasn’t just any treehouse; it was an adult-themed Treehouse Dungeon. Treehouse and dungeon are two words that seem to contradict each other. But this decadent Airbnb in beautifully...

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...