Tiffany at the Show

Her grin grew, and she leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. Face right up against mine, her eyes sparkled golden as her words came, her breath warming my lips, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” Then, with a spin that made her pleated skirt flare, she turned and melted into the crowd. One final wink over her shoulder, and I lost her.

My Roommate, Theresa

Vaguely, in the part of my mind that filters out distractions, I’d been aware that Theresa’s door had opened and she’d strutted out. I blink as the information percolates into my awareness, and I see that she’s stopped in front of me, her butt in my face, her shoulders and head twisted around to look down at it. “How does my ass look in them?”

Jessa

“Nod if you’re good.” Jessa nodded. Leann’s hand shot out, slapping the blond girl across the cheek. “No,” she reprimanded, “Good girls don’t get themselves in these situations.” Jessa mumbled something, eyes wide. Her words were unintelligible behind the ball gag.

Saturday and Sunday

He pulls his hand away, brings it back with a small slap. He admires the way it her butt bounces before snapping tightly back into position. He repeats the slap on her other cheek, then again but harder. She doesn’t react to this at all.

To boldly go where no man has gone before

The room, or space, or whatever it is, is big, a polyhedral ball several times my height, and deep magenta, with a light somehow coming from all directions at once. And my clothes have disappeared, I’m naked.

Aya, part 2

I hold her head down, pulling her tight against my hips as I cum. A load so thick I can feel it shoot through my dick, down her throat. Spent, I let go. She swallows, licks up anything that dribbled out. What a way to start the day.

Prisoner 4083

His hands grope my breasts, thumb my nipples. He rubs the lotion in. It tingles, like static electricity. My body stands passively, letting this happen. What else would it do? Uncountable months of instruction, punishment for the slightest infraction, daily trainings. His fingers rub my pussy, make me gasp. “Oh, aren’t you a well trained little slut,” he said, “The Mistress must be prouda you.”

Aya

Aya smiles at me, her brown eyes inviting my touch, welcoming it. She has her dark brown curls tied in a bun over her head. Even having just woken up, she’s beautiful. “Good morning, Xander,” she says, “Sleep well?” Her hand slides beneath my wasitband, grabs my cock, strokes it. “You feel tense.”