Chapter Forty-Nine “Tie her legs open,” she heard a voice say. She felt groggy and sore. “She’s had enough of a break. It’s time to use her again.” Pain seared through her body. She opened her eyes and found herself covered in cum. “Look at our dirty whore,” another voice said. “Get the hose and spray her down first. She’s a sticky, filthy cumslut.” She screamed for them to stop and found herself in Mac’s arms as he despe...

Waves of crimson locks spill over alabaster shoulders and rest upon the swell of creamy breasts. Obvious peaks of arousal stand erect and beg for attention. Greedy fingers work deftly to capture erect nipples, ruthlessly twisting, eliciting a hushed whimper. Hands travel down across smooth, taut skin to find a hairless mound with glistening pink folds. A single digit enters dry and comes out drenched. His manhood hardens...

As president of SEX-TV, the first-ever network devoted entirely to sex-based television shows, Victoria Johnson was highly regarded as a powerful woman. Add to that the fact that her previous line of work was as a Dominatrix, and it stood to reason why most men were intimidated by her. Brandon Brown, one of the top executive producers for several prime-time programs, was one of those men. Currently, he stood naked with hi...

Oscar Coleman had been a kind and honest man. Faithful to his lovely wife, Gertrude, for nearly fifty-two years, he’d experienced the ebb and flow that was their sex life with gentlemanly grace. While time spent in the bedroom had dwindled from twice weekly early on in their marriage to non-existent in the latter years, he remained true to his vows until death do they part. Oscar spent months mourning the loss of his best...

Several months after the inaugural programming on SEX-TV, it became clear that some of the original visions for what would work needed to be adjusted. For starters, CeCe was doing a fabulous job as the host of Make Me Cum with CeCe Miller, but she was starting to have issues with her rigorous, exhaustive schedule. Who knew that one could lose ten pounds from having too much sex? Additionally, Susie Hardwick was bored with...

Chapter Forty-Five While Mac and Grace thoroughly enjoyed playing tourists in their city with the Becker Family, it was time for everyone to get back to work. After bidding their friends goodbye, Mac checked in with his lawyer, Michael Stone, to see if he had any news about Bakary Konen, the man from Grace’s past who was trying to blackmail her. While Mac’s inner rage wanted to go after Bakary personally and castrate the...

Celia Miller was a sultry choice to host the new game show on SEX-TV. Brandon Brown had seen at least three dozen women during the second round of auditions. All of them were sexy as hell, but something about the fiery redhead with her emerald-green eyes just stirred his loins. If she could do that in an interview, imagine what she could do for the network’s ratings with this new, innovative game show about sex! He was ex...

The erotic redhead moans and writhes on the bed with her legs spread open wide. Six men are there to bring her pleasure. One man’s thick member stretches her anus, while another cock is balls-deep in her smooth, bare pussy. A not-so-gentle man is lodged in her throat, his sac resting against her cheek. And each neatly-manicured hand is filled with a well-lubricated shaft. Finally, there is a director/cameraman who command...

Libby was busy making dinner when Kent came home. He was grateful for that because he could sneak Jeff, their friendly neighborhood ice cream man, upstairs without her seeing. Jeff texted Kent earlier and said he had an idea to try out with Libby. “I think playing out a cuckold scenario with you and Libby would be fun. You’ll get to watch but keep your clothes on while I do whatever I want with her on a mattress on the fl...

Chapter Forty-One While Mac was making love to his wife in their bedroom on the sixth floor of their home in the Lenox Hill neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City, their guests, Max and Virginie Becker, were about the business of making a baby on the fourth floor. “Are you sure the kids are all right in separate rooms?” Max asked. “The boys fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow and have a nightlight in their...

Christmas lights reflected in her sultry eyes as she awaited his stealth entrance after a successful night of slipping undetected into other people’s homes. “You’re late,” she murmured. “But worth the wait, I hope,” he replied, stroking his beard before clever fingers liberated her from her red silk robe in mere seconds. Tracing the curve of her collarbone and swell of her breast, he watched her body tremble. Suddenly, he...

I looked at the sexy-as-fuck redhead with the festive Santa outfit and felt my loins stir. She was not at all what I expected when my buddy, Bill, said he’d arranged an outing to bring our kids to meet Santa and Mrs. Claus while our wives finished up the Christmas shopping. Her V-neck dress was like a Santa suit minus the pants, and her long red hair fell past her shoulders in soft curls. She had the bluest eyes, and a se...

Every year we have an office Christmas party, and every year a ton of people get drunk and hook up while I go home alone. Correction, I clean up the mess and then go home alone. So, when it came time to plan this year’s party, I tried to beg off. But since no one else would do it, my boss begged and pleaded. “Sarah, I’ll give you an extra day off if you will please just plan this fucking party for me,” Matt whined. Hmm, a...

There’s a reason it’s called the Master bedroom. It’s where the Master takes the sub or subs of his choice to use for his pleasure. It is there where he shows his dominance over whichever submissive catches his fancy on that particular day. Tonight, I have been lucky enough to be selected for use. It’s my first time. I’ve watched and waited while he has called my sister subs to his bed and has performed all kinds of decad...

It was Christmas Eve, and like a good Jewish boy, I offered to work the evening shift as a short-order cook at Sandy’s Diner. We were one of the few restaurants open due to the holiday, so the place would be hopping. My mother was annoyed that I was skipping out on the sixth night of Hanukkah. “Harry, it’s Rosh Chodesh, the beginning of the month of Tevet!” she chided. “And it’s double pay at the diner,” I countered. Ma j...