Describing the lab as an unmitigated disaster was an insult to actual disasters everywhere. The mess was contained to one small corner of a vast laboratory and was constrained to a black smudge against one wall and a pile of ashes that were scattered across the floor. “It doesn’t look like much,” Justin shrugged, “but I assure you, your knock probably saved my life. If I had been standing there, there wouldn’t be much of me left to have a conversation.” “See?” Eliza jiggled the auspiciometer at the end of its chain. “I’m quite timely.” “As usual,” Justin nodded. “My father mentioned you had a knack for being in the right place at the right time.” “The auspiciometer was a gift from my father. He invented it. I could use it to help you with—what were you doing before it exploded?” Eliza was intensely curious. “I’ve never had an experiment fail—” “Quite so dramatically?” Justin interrupted. He scrubbed one hand across his chin, leaving a charcoal smear. “At all.” “Never?” Eliza nodded ab
Sam didn’t have a chance to respond immediately, because as I finished speaking we arrived at the section of the market that offered a huge variety of scavenged and spare parts for mechanisms such as the ones the girls at the workshop were busied with. He proved to be an extremely adept negotiator, bargaining prices with such an aptitude that I felt it only fair to compliment him on it as we began our walk back to the workshop, the new purchases stowed in a calico bag at my hip. “With a silver tongue like that, you should have been a politician,” I teased. Sam laughed. “I don’t like the current state of the world nearly well enough to want to go into politics. I can effect far more damage and change as a quasi-legal smuggler, I think.” I had to smile at that. “You’re probably right, yes.” “To return to earlier topics for a moment,” Sam said. “I’m going to be in the city for quite some time—if I can get approved for a permit, that is, though I have every confidence in your girls—and i
She pressed her mouth tightly closed. “Good. A little more,” Gustav said, his voice tight. She felt his hand burrow into her drawers, and let out a gasp. “Shh,” he said, laying his other, mechanical hand on the small of her back. “I’m just checking.” It was enough, she thought, to be lying half undressed in the crepuscular, squalid studio. Enough that she had shared her most shameful and abominable desires with him and found herself trapped in a cage of her own making. That he would now lay his hands on her— “Stop,” she said, suddenly. With no little difficulty, she pulled herself upright. Her bodice was awry and her clothes crumpled. Yet her defilement had not made her a mewling wreck, at least. A hot coal burned in her breast. This feeling was familiar. Violet was angry. “Sir,” she said. “This has gone far enough. I cannot tolerate you mocking me any longer.” Gustav stood, his face a mask. “I do not mock,” he said. “I came here,” Violet said, standing and pulling at her clothes, tr
Angelique angles her left breast to his mouth. The purplish tongue darts out, circling her nipple before he fixes his teeth on the tip and closes his lips around it. Angelique cries out, and again Ruiz makes as though to rise. “Wait,” I murmur, “wait.” Angelique lowers herself toward his cock. Still retaining the grip on her nipple, Hardwick pulls, painfully stretching her breast in a bestial tug-of-war. My entire body stiffens in anguished suspense as the tip of the phallus settles between her thighs. Hardwick gasps, releasing Angelique, as the poison I put on her nipple takes effect. Eyes widening until it appears they will pop from their sockets, his neck arches impossibly back. Foam bubbles to his lips and, with a cry of alarm, Angelique scrambles backward, losing her balance and falling before Ruiz can catch her. Attendants rush forward, screams break out around the room. I swiftly rise and shout for the guards stationed outside the door. No one stops us when we leave, although R
She shifted her body and leaned up, looking at me as she splayed her legs even wider to give me a better view of her pussy lips and inside, deeper down where there were formerly hidden secrets. I’d unlocked that treasure chest already and wanted more. I blew on her pussy with my moist breath, heated from the ride and then I lifted up her thighs to my mouth by placing my hands under them and as I blew on her pussy lips I kissed her all over with my tongue and lips and then I explored her inside by forming my tongue into a very stiff tube. I enjoyed giving her a little tongue fuck there and it made her come a few times. I put her legs down on the blanket and told her to turn over and put a pillow under her stomach. She did close her eyes then splayed her legs out even more then with another pillow she crossed her arms then lay down on it, looking back at me sideways for a few moments. I went to my horse and removed a dildo and the riding crop, which I’d, jammed in there and then kneeling
Shelly immediately latched herself onto the guy she’d liked from across the room, grinding her ass against him. Her dress hitched up so high that Meg could see a little triangle of Shelly’s white underwear. She was relieved that Shelly was actually wearing underwear, though Meg wasn’t sure how she’d fit them under her tight dress. The bridesmaids paired off with other guys from Shelly’s guy’s social circle. One of them sidled up to Meg. “So, how’s it going?” he asked, trying to dance up on her. “Nope,” she said, elbowing him away. “Bitch,” he sniped, dancing over behind Shelly, effectively making a bride sandwich with his friend. The barb didn’t sting Meg. She was mostly relieved that he’d left her alone. The last thing she wanted to do was act like as big a slut as the rest of the girls was acting. She took advantage of everyone’s relative distraction to slip back to the dais and polish off her cocktail. “Hey, baby,” a guy said, placing his hand on her shoulder. Meg didn’t even turn
She had only gone to the store. She had spent five minutes at the fucking 7-11 getting a soda and already George had stuffed his hands down his pants and become reacquainted with his cock as if she had been gone for weeks. Calmly, Priscilla licked her lips. She removed the magazine from George’s shaky hands and flipped it open. There it was, tits and ass everywhere, page after page of breasts and rear ends. It was typical, typical that George would be drooling after something he already had. As if he didn’t live with tits and ass, as if he didn’t have complete access to tits and ass every single day. And like she knew it would, there it came, the pathetic stammering of an explanation. “I was just having a look and—” Priscilla placed her hands on her hips. “Yes, George, you were just having a look at the shiny magazine and your hand somehow found its way into your underwear and landed directly on your cock.” She didn’t expect a reply. She expected just what he gave her. Shame across hi
Muffled moaning will come from your mouth as you see your clothes in front of you. You’ll hear the snap of the cuff holder on my belt, feel me seize your wrist and gently guide your arm behind you. You’ll hear the click clack click of the cuff, feel it cold around your wrist. Your other arm will be limp and compliant as I finish cuffing you, leaving you suspended over my knee, helpless. It’s always a hard decision with you: cuff your wrists behind you or feel you grip my leg as I punish you over my knee? This time, I’ll cuff your wrists because I want you helpless, because you’ve been asking for it, and if I let you forget you’re under my control, you might be just too damn pleased with yourself at getting what you want. That’s always a danger with a woman like you, but it’s so easily remedied with a simple pair of police cuffs. You’ll be naked, then, except for those red shoes you bought specifically to tempt me, Jennifer. The hot red fuck me pumps that I always think of as spank-me
Meg checked her watch to find that it was already noon. She'd taken so much time that all she had to do now was go sit in the living room and wait for her gardener. Mary was already gone so she wouldn't have to worry about the young maid catching them. She settled herself on the living room sofa and waited patiently eager for their next session. This affair with Fernando was making her feel younger every day. As usual, he did not disappoint. He came in right on time. He paused at the doorway and smiled at her. She could tell from his wandering eyes that he liked what she was wearing. She couldn't resist the urge anymore. She ran to him and flung herself at him. He held her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. Every day they had to pretend was torture. She wondered how much longer she was going to live like this. He smelled of sweat and her mind immediately ran to giving him a bath. It was part of what they would do every afternoon. "You stink," she joked cringing her face. "You
Alicia woke up that morning to the smell of freshly baked cupcakes and bacon. She stretched her arms out, but didn't feel her husband on the other side of the bed. He must have been in the kitchen making her breakfast. Maybe he had finally done something right and remembered her birthday. Full of excitement, she shot out of bed and put on her red silky robe. It was Zach's favorite and quite frankly even hers because it left very little to the imagination. If he'd finally remembered her birthday, maybe she was going to do something nice for him in the kitchen. The counter would be a good place to start her new birthday ritual. Alicia walked on her toes down the stairs to the kitchen. Zach always startled easily and she wanted to surprise him. She couldn't help but feel excited for her birthday. She was turning thirty and that was a big deal for any woman. She paused at the kitchen door to the sound of voices. Someone else was in there with Zach and judging by the high-pitched voice; it
Doris used her time to try dating again. It was hard for her to get a good man at her age. Especially when she was so used to being alone and had been so established all her life. She was too picky, but that was only because she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it no matter how much unrealistic her demands were. It was probably the reason she was still single at her age. She was too old to mess about and went straight to the point when it came to men. She wasn't afraid to make the first move or end a relationship when it was clear it wasn't going anywhere. Her take on things however, didn't seem to help her out. She found that not many men liked her fast dismissal of them and soon no one even wanted to try going out with her. After three weeks of going on dates, it soon became clear to Doris that she could never find that man that she was looking for. She was better off being alone as her friends had told her countless times before. If only she had listened, she wouldn
Ana smiled mischievously as an idea popped into her mind. It wasn't a clever one but the wine in her hand was to blame. What if she didn't go after all? It would the perfect revenge for her sister not making her maid of honor and choosing that well known social climber Lilly. Ana had made her peace with it but not because she agreed with Peggy's decision and she had made that very clear to her sister. Just because she had taken the high road and gone for a bridesmaid dress instead, didn't mean that she didn't feel offended by it. Ana's smile suddenly dropped. Not attending the dinner wouldn't make her sister angry. If anything, she would be delighted. It was no secret that Ana tended to drink too much at weddings and cause a scene. Even now it was a big shuck to all who knew her that she wasn't making a drunken fool of herself. No one had said it to her face but she could still feel those eyes on her all the time. They delivered more of a blow than any scathing remark could. Ana push
Matt had to admit that his feelings didn't really have anything to do with wanting to be friends. For some reason, he had found himself drawn to her since the first time he'd met her. Who wouldn't be. She was beautiful and every time he closed his eyes he could see only her. There was the perfect creamy skin, the long dark hair and those green eyes. Each a feature that he had come to know so perfectly in his head. Every time he looked at her his eyes tended to fall on those pink sensuous lips. It was no wonder he scared her the way he did. He'd thought of asking her out but he knew his father wouldn't approve. He already thought he was a fool for being too friendly with the workers. That would only make his relationship with his father even more strained. But then again Matt had never really cared about his relationship with his father. The old man could fire him if he thought Matt wasn't doing a good job. Since he hadn't so far, nothing he would say mattered the least to him. Matt w
Brian spotted his house a few blocks away. He couldn't contain his excitement and found himself driving even faster than he was allowed to on those neighborhood streets. He had a feeling those housewives would be after him later from the looks that they threw him. He parked in his driveway before getting out of his car. The house was far more magnificent than he had first thought. He hadn't seen it seen it'd been given to him until now. It looked even better than the pamphlet had indicated. It felt like too much compared to what he had done before, but Brian had worked hard so he knew that he deserved it. It didn't take too long for Brian to settle down. He didn't have much to unpack so it was not a very big task. He'd sent for most of his furniture, spending a big chunk of his salary. It would be arriving within the week and he knew it would be worth the cash. The only thing he could do at the time was sit and relax. That was hard to do when new neighbors kept ringing his doorbell an
When Shannon woke up, she felt refreshed. Michael however, wasn't very far from her mind. In fact she had had a strange dream about him. It wasn't much of a dream but it was enough to upset her all morning. She felt angry with herself. How could she still have a man she barely knew in her mind? Shannon decided there was only one way to get rid of the thoughts piling up in her head. She had until Monday to get to work. Her bosses had been considerate enough to let her have the weekend to herself. She could use that to try to relax and get that man out of her head for good. There were lots of things to do in the hotel. She could go to the beach, even to the pool if she thought the beach had too many people around. In the end, Shannon settled for the spa. It would be more quiet there and she needed the privacy if she was going to get all her ideas in order. A massage would be most fitting. Even during her walk to the spa, Shannon couldn't help but feel alone. There were lots of couples a
Amusement is soon replaced by clenching of muscles when he applies his hard, smooth hand to my bare bum, over and over and over until I can barely maintain my ignoble position. My breathy grunts cloud the perfect polish of the desk so that my nose tip is dampened, skidding around in time with the smacks. My fingers cling to the edge, but at the same time I must take care not to let my nails mark the surface. From this position it is difficult to focus on anything but the direction, speed and solidity of the next stroke, but somehow I have learned to keep a part of my mind concentrated on what Sinclair calls appropriate behavior. No swearing. No badmouthing him. No kicking up with my feet or reaching behind to shield my bottom. I can plead all I like, but only the invocation of my safeword will make the slightest shred of difference. None of this is unmanageable at first, but once the strap is flexed and flipped and brought to bear on my bottom, the alert level changes. I start to thin
You’d never know the belt is there by looking at him. It’s lost between his shirt and his pants, tucked away, hidden, pulled close, serving a dual purpose. You’d never know it’s there, unless he made a point of showing you. And he does, often, a hand resting there as a reminder in public, an intimation of what will happen in private. You have no idea how many other girls he makes a point of showing it to, but the reason you keep returning is that when you’re with him, you don’t care about the other girls. There could be hundreds, thousands even; as long as he looks at you the way he does when he unbuckles and unfurls the soft, worn, brown leather, then coils the belt purposefully around his hand, you can let yourself believe he wears it just for you. This isn’t the first belt that’s been used to strike you. There was the boyfriend in college who had you bend over, skirt around your ankles, camera flashing and belt lashing against your skin before plunging his oversized cock into your