Humiliation - Page 161

Rose woke up first and realized it hadn’t been a dream. Here she was in the bed with the 16 year old babysitter Jenny and her husband. She could hardly believe the things she had forced them to do after noticing their attraction towards one another

I thought it was my lucky day. Britney Stevens, the prettiest cheerleader at Anderson High, was suddenly showing an interest in me. Perhaps it should have been obvious that something was going on, but girls normally don't usually notice me. It was a nice feeling. Ignorance is bliss

I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can't say that my life is easy, or that I'm sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt

Chapter 12 THE TRAINING TAPE IMPROVED The next day when Claire got to work, she went straight to Michael’s office and pulled off her panties. ‘Thank you, twat,’ said Michael. ‘Now put your training phallus in. I think you should be wearing it at work too

BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: First, obviously, READ THE TAGS! If anything in those tags might offend you, don't fucking read this. Seriously. You WILL get all butthurt and want to bitch about how disgusting this story is. If you DON'T LIKE even ONE OF THE TAGS, DON'T FUCKING READ THIS

Seize the Day part 5 Still wearing my school girl outfit, I lay on the bed next to you. It's later in the day than I expected. We must have dozed off. I sit up and look for the time. My stomach growls and I look over at your naked body, your dick still stiff

This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery

His Brother’s Keeper, Part II Amy didn’t know how she’d ever fallen asleep with Casey’s soft wet cock pressed against her from behind; his hand cupped between her legs

I felt the pain before I could protest the girth I felt pressing against my pussyhole. I thought I was dreaming at first. I laid there frozen, on my stomach as I felt my pussy being stretched beyond its capacity

A Warning to readers this story features the themes of slavery and rape. If you don't like stories with these then leave now. To those that stay this story is not a glorification of rape and slavery instead a story of two people finding redemption in each others arms

Author's Note: This is part 6 of the ongoing story started in The Camp Slut. I want to take a moment to thank those who have read the series, and I'm glad it has been as well received as it has been so far. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy

Fucking Fiona was great, fucking Fiona with my mate daz was even better. Watching Fiona, my mother in law 39yrs of age bucking around on my mates cock whilst trying to cram as much of my thick shaft down her throat was a truly awesome sight

WARNING. extreme bondage. They got me off the street, I was just out shopping

Fbailey story number 188 Bank Heist I had just recently retired from my job. I had turned sixty-two years old and I was looking forward to spending some time with my husband. He had retired a few years ago

DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read

This is part two to my story. It might help to read part one first but it isn't entirely necessary. Please leave compliments or constructive comments only. Don't bother writing "It sucks" or something, it's a waste of time. For those of you wondering where the male is

Master had me wear some shorts, tee shirt and my sandals. He put a collar around my neck and on it was the word WHORE. He put my leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me and that was it. He clipped a leash to the collar and had me follow him to his car. This was at 7 in the morning

"What floor?" I asked as I looked down from the scaffolding high above Magdelene Street while answering my cell phone

The man strode confidently along the catwalk at the centre of the arena. In all there were 250,000 packed into the massive venue in Maintown, all of them unknowing as to why they were there, confused and bewildered