I was dressed like a perfectly normal teenager. Red cotton shorts showed off my tanned legs and firm ass. A tight T-shirt with Sabrina Carpenter’s image that didn’t quite cover my belly. Black sneakers with bright white laces. The girl-next-door look, which I knew drove Daddy a little crazy. Not that he showed it. At least not in front of his wife. “We’ll be back around midnight. Help yourself to the kitchen,” Mrs. Thomps...

1 Friday Daddy lost control again today. I am not entirely to blame. He did tell me to wear my cheerleading outfit for him, and I like being his good girl, so I didn’t change after practice. Just like last week, he picked me up several blocks away from school in his sensible SUV. After all, Daddy is a family man now. I giggled as I got in and played with my hair, still sweaty from practice, so that my outfit clung to my b...

I like it when Daddy loses control. He gets so worked up and can’t think of anything else but fucking me. Not just fucking me, but using me like a dirty little slut. We started playing these games a little after I turned 17. I’d been babysitting for him and his wife for almost a year and one night, instead of driving me home, he pulled into a parking lot at a local park and shut the engine off. It really wasn’t his fault...

“You’re going to be my good girl today,” she told me, her eyes glinting playfully. I’d just woken, the room quietly lit with sunlight filtered through the lace curtains covering the windows. “My perfect little doll.” Breath catching in my throat, I went still, fighting the urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her. To tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I just lay there, head propped on my pillow as she painted my li...

“Good morning, sleepy head.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, slowly focusing on Daddy standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and nothing else. He looked good. Really good. I realized with a start that I was staring at the obvious bulge at his crotch. And that I was breathing a little too fast. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t seem to control myself. I felt the heat of arousal bl...

I’d been sitting cross-legged on the floor in a pastel pink lace bra and matching panties, a thin pink ribbon around my throat like a collar when he came in. I quickly closed up my laptop, not wanting him to see what I was looking at. Pictures of pretty coloured ribbons… There was a game Daddy liked to play. He’d tell me to lie still while he decorated me with ribbons. Sometimes he just tied my hair up in them. Or tied on...

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and reinvigorated, my adventures in the underground maze no more than a vague dreamlike memory. I wondered if it had really happened or if my companions had been correct in thinking it a symptom of banging my head. Glancing out of the porthole, I decided that today would be a good day for a swim. The sun was bright and the sky cloudless and last night with George and Nico had b...

No ropes or chains for her. Simply a few quiet words spoken with such tenderness. “Good girls stay perfectly still.” I want so badly to be a good girl. More than I want to cum. And I desperately want to cum. I sit perfectly still as she dresses me, sitting naked on the bed, practically quivering with anticipation. Good girls stay perfectly still. The nightie she’s chosen is so pretty. Thin white cotton with blue trim for...

Lust is a curious thing. One moment it is just a flicker of desire and the next it comes to life with such fury that it can knock you from your feet. Such were Michelle’s thoughts as she lay supine upon her neighbor’s divan. She had only meant to borrow a torch and here she was naked, her wrists cinched behind her back. Suddenly all the late-night visitations made sense. Blondes around her age. Apparently, he had a type....

I breathed deeply, the coppery scent of blood filling my nose so fresh that I could taste it. With my magical bear cloak transforming me, I padded silently through the wood, my throbbing cock leading the way. She stood naked and willing against a boulder watching wide-eyed, hands bound behind her back. Moving swiftly, my growl shaking leaves from the trees, I took her, mauling her tits, claws leaving streaks of blood in t...

I have no words to describe How she turns my cunt punch drunk with lust Her smile making me ache and tremble Her touch turning me inside out Again and again Until I don’t know up from down Or right from wrong I have no words to describe This feeling of exquisite pain And excruciating pleasure That burn within as I crawl to her And worship at her feet Her shadow washing away all that I was Her light encompassing all that I...

Waiting is the hardest part. The anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen. What cruelty she is going to inflict on me next. My cunt is drenched and I am desperate for something to fill me but with my hand tied behind my back there is nothing I can do to relieve myself. Finally, she returns, smiling at my predicament as she takes a seat by my side. “What do you want, little fucktoy?” “To cum,” I answer honestly. “...

She was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed as I entered the room, dressed in the scanty clothing she had left for me on the sofa in the living room with instructions to undress and put them on and join her in the bedroom that she shared with her husband. The dress I was wearing was meant to be a nightgown. Semi-sheer and white. Other than a pair of white lace panties, that was all I wore. “Show me,” she commanded. S...

“What are you wearing?” That’s how the conversation started off. Most girls would have been offended. I wasn’t most girls. Day one in Mexico. More specifically, in Cancun. My key search phrases when googling places to stay had been ‘adult’s only’ and ‘clothing optional’. I had a week off and wanted to show off a new bikini. That’s a lie. I wanted to show off my body in my new bikini. My porn-star body, according to an ex-...

Eventually, I decided that my little adventure, even though it had seemed real to me at the time, had to have been a dream since no one else on the yacht seemed to recall being forced to pleasure a Goddess or being turned into pigs. I decided to attribute it to too much ouzo and an overactive imagination and focus on the important things such as enjoying the scenery and fucking. In other words, I was back to being the per...