"Wake up, David." "Huh! What's wrong," I exclaimed, shaking off the cobwebs of sleep. My mouth felt pasty, and my eyes were glued shut. My body was sweat-soaked, and my head was throbbing. "You tell me," said Diana, "you were tossing and turning and muttering in your sleep. Nightmare?" The fog in my mind dissipated, and the reality that my wife would arrive tomorrow AND that I had not told Diana I was still married hit me...

“So. You just want us to sit here and… watch?” I nodded, not trusting my voice. I could feel my cheeks burning as I fidgeted from foot to foot. Part of it was nervousness. Part of it was a growing need to pee. I tried my best not to think of how much water I’d downed in the last hour, thinking it might push me over the edge. Her name was Lucy and she was pretty. About my age. His name was Jake and he was ruggedly handsome...

Crouching behind a bush, my hand covering my mouth, I listened to their voices. Two of them obviously hunting me. Why else would they be there? Besides, I could overhear a little of their conversation. What they would do to me if they caught me. That was enough to be sure that I needed to keep perfectly still until they’d passed. Hopefully they couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest. I’d always thought it silly when...

Outside the wind was howling and snow swirled and beat against the windows.  The storm had been raging all day, the first gentle flurries of flakes turning quickly to blizzard. There would be no going anywhere tonight, I thought. I was stuck here on Christmas Eve. Alone and without power, only a few candles to illuminate my small living space. “Bad enough that I’m stuck in Ottawa, away from everyone I know and love. Now I...

Not knowing what to do and feeling like a deer caught in headlamps, I stared at his wife. She was gorgeous of course. Tall and elegant, he dark hair spilling carelessly over he shoulder and over her breasts. She was probably as old as Sir but just like him she was extremely fit. Meeting her gaze I decided she didn’t look upset at catching her husband kissing a naked girl in the doorway. Quite the opposite, in fact. “I hav...

“What exactly do you do?” A recent conversation with a friend I’d gone to school with when I told them I was working as a personal assistant. “Mostly help with managing time. Scheduling meetings, prioritizing emails, taking notes, making calls. Things like that. I run personal errands too. Needs of the moment, as they say.” I’d like to make it perfectly clear that I hadn’t lied. I simply hadn’t told the whole truth.  It’s...

“Don’t you fucking move!” “Yes, Sir.” Pushing her legs back, patting her pussy. “What’s this?” “My pussy... Your pussy.” Slapping it a little harder before sliding three fingers in with ease. “Try again.” “Your pussy,” slap. “Your cunt,” pumping three fingers. “Your sopping cunt.” “I’m going to lick my sopping cunt until you cum and then I’m going to fuck it full of my cum.” “Please, sir, please use your cunt, please put...

All she can do is hear me and feel me. She’s a good girl, she can take it off at any time but sits patiently as I walk around. Putting her hands on her knees when I say, stroking herself, but not touching intimately. She knows not to beg or plead and as she plays with her nipples, I ease two fingers into her. She has been close since I took away her sight. Now pulling her head back, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as m...