Beautiful Boss – Simon Says – Pt. 3

"A second visit to Monica's house escalates everything, yet starts with a children's game."

Simon began the following day with a stinging reminder of the prior night. It was everything and more than he’d ever imagined. He’d finally gotten the spanking he’d wished for as long as he could remember, but he wasn’t prepared...

The Curious Case Of Mrs Smith – Novel Version Chapter 10

"Was Mrs Smith allone after all? It'll take a welsh-irish bond to solve the case"

Bronwyn had dropped Ciara off at her apartment to freshen up before heading to her place to do the same.When she re-entered the apartment building's lobby about two hours later, she found Ciara already sitting in the small waiting area...

The Neighborhood Bull – Chapter Two – Master’s Surprise

"Jane's master is pleased with her anal training and prepares a life-changing surprise for her."

“Pound that little asshole, Master! Fuck my tight ass with that big cock!” Jane screamed in ecstasy over the rhythmic sound of her master’s strong thighs slapping against her gorgeous ass cheeks. She was on her hands and knees at...

Corfu Casting: Main Event

"Jessica is put through her paces for the cameras."

Jessica sat cross-legged on the bed with her back resting on the headboard, surrounded by studio lights, reflectors and cameras. She wore a bronze-coloured, sparkly dress, black sequined panties and high heels. Thin white tights stopped above her knees, with...

Flappy – Part III: Butt Chugging & The Eggplant

"One year after getting my nickname "Flappy" the mean cheerleaders behind my humiliation have a wicked anniversary planned for me."

Recap – In part one, the star quarterback of my high football team seduced me and talked me into masturbating for him. I then agreed to allow him to live stream me naked and masturbating to his teammates and the...

Didn’t Your Mother Tell You? – Part 10

"I continue my detention in Laura's make-believe classroom, but my ordeal is rewarded in a way that I never expected"

I was sitting in what Laura called detention, writing lines, in her make-believe classroom. And I had just let my stool scrape over the wooden floor, making a dreadful sound, not unlike fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Instantly, I knew...