Another night rubbing my cock and dreaming of my master. It had been a week since he had taken me and I couldnt get him out of my mind. I was jerking off almost constantly thinking about his black cock in my mouth and ass. All I wanted was his cock, it consumed me. I was shaving all over every other day just hoping against hope he would come over. Afer another week passed I heard a knock on my door. I went to the door smiling, hoping it was my master.

I sat on the bed watching TV, nothing out of the ordinary, and then she walked in. She turned off the lights and kept only a small glowing on in the corner on. Walking in front of me, she reached over and turned off the television. I looked up to see what she wanted and was greeted with a slap to the side of my face. Before I could respond though, her hands moved to her pants and she slid them off revealing her freshly shaven pussy. All I did was stare at her. She slapped me again, harder this time making me wince in pain.

Paige calls her husband at work to let him know she is going home early from work and that if he needs her to call her at home. Quincy asked her whats wrong and does she want him there. Paige tells him no and that it has just been a stressful day. Finally at home, sitting in her antique claw foot tub full of hot steaming water and her, she puffs on her hookah. Paige relaxes her stressful day away puffing on the finest smoke.

I didnt hear her come in. Now she stood at the side of the bed horrified at the sight before her. I was naked on all fours wearing stockings and a sexy thong which had been pushed aside to make way for the inch plastic cock that was, at that moment, buried in my ass. I looked at her, embarrassed and frightened. We were both shocked but for different reasons. I wasnt expecting Sue, my wife, home for another couple of hours at least.

Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual gratification from the fact that she was now in slavery to a powerful black pimp who controlled her life. His street name was Sweet Daddy. Sally never knew his real name. And she never saw a sweet side to the man. She found herself attracted to him because he was extremely brutal.

I had decided to go out Friday night with my friends from work. I was , having just broken up with my girl friend of three years, and had not been out for a while so I was a bit gun-shy about getting back into the dating scene. I was buying girls drinks but they still didnt seem interested in me. I remember counting five girls accepting a drink and then leaving me a few minutes later, was I that bad? Anyway I decided get a taxi and head home leaving my friends so they could have fun without me moping around with my unsuccessful attempts. I wasnt drunk; I only had a couple so I knew where I was and what I was doing.

The platform at Olympia was damp and slick from the drizzle that steadily fell, fortunately, the wait for a train was mercifully short and hundreds of people carrying their white carrier bags with the Erotica logo got on and waited for the short link trip to Earls Court to get moving. When we eventually got on the Piccadilly line, Trevor and Sally got in the same carriage and sat with us in a four-seat section of the carriage. Sally sat opposite me and next to Jenni while Trevor sat opposite Jenni and next to me. The conversation started up as the train rattled and bounced through the dark tunnels. To our surprise, they only lived a few stops on from us in Orpington,

She rose from his bed on trembling legs and took a few shaky steps towards the bathroom. It was late afternoon and hed left her in a highly aroused state, to the point where she was begging him, pleading with him to take her, use her, promising to do unspeakable things for him if hed only give her the release her body craved. It was such sweet torture and her body ached with need, the need to please and be pleased, but he had something else in mind and left, closing the door behind him, leaving

This is a second version of Mr. and Mrs. Jackson Dumont and their wild adventures. Jackson and Catalina had celebrated with one another in the locker room. Drinking champagne, taking pictures with friends and teammates, laughing and joking around. After the locker room celebration, the happy couple went back to the hotel to have their private celebration.

In waking, the sheets felt warm and deliciously soft on top of her naked limbs. Her toes stretched off the edge of the bed before she curled them back under the thick comforter and shivered. The movement brought her closer to the hot skin of her companion, whose back lay pressed up against the length of hers. During the midst of waking he could feel her movement, and lifted his arm slightly to accommodate hers, suddenly wrapping around his