Best to read the first two "The New Boss's New Punch" stories with this one. He was taking his pleasure in her, slowly, from behind, when somebody walked onto the balcony.“James, is this the pretty young thing who works for you?” came a woman’s voice. Ja...
The message popped up on her computer screen. It was from James, her boss. It had been more than a week since he had taken her, found her erotic stories on her work computer and told her, though not in so many words, that she would have to choose, submit...
I was just settling into work, logging on to my computer in my cubicle when the call came. It was the new site director. He had only been here a couple of weeks. Seemed nice, a young, friendly guy, definitely a big improvement over the last asshole who ha...
He looped the rope binding her wrists together around one of the spindles in the headboard and tied it off. Taking another piece he tied an ankle to the foot of the bed. She had moaned as he pulled her down the bed and she had felt the tension come on the...
By John YoungGood idea to read Bed Head first. It took some time getting dressed, there was the white corset, and the stockings, and then a long dress that buttoned down the front. A careful job on her hair, and then a little makeup. She didn’t bother wit...
Done Took by johnyoungIt had been months since he last saw her, and they hadn’t parted well. In fact it had been kind of ugly. But he had missed her, on the road. Missed twining his fingers in her long tangled red hair, missed the feel of her lips and her...
A Lesson in PussyBy John Young(continued from "The Rope at the Top of the Stairs")She came back into the room and walked over to the shower. Picking up the soap she soaped him up again, taking time with his cock and his ass. He was as hard as a rock, and...
Rope at the top of the Stairsby John YoungThe cups of my basque had been pushed down when he bent me over the table and my nipples were pinched between the stiff lacy fabric and the cool, grainy oak. My arms were tied behind my back, wrist to elbow, wrist...
She could hear muffled rock music, PJ Harvey? playing in the room outside. But could see nothing. Nervous she struggled briefly, but her hands and neck were clenched tight in the stocks and the little test convinced her, if it was needed, that she was bou...
