Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02

Here is another story that happened back in 2000. Hubby and I were going out to a club that always had great music and lots of hot, fun people. If you got there late you had to wait in line. I had put on my green party dress with nylons and no bra. It was cold outside so I wore a coat that covered me quite well. It was later than we had wanted to arrive but the line was short. We just had to wait about 15 minutes till we could get let in. I was huddled up against Mike, and he had his arms inside my coat wrapped around me keeping me warm. When we entered it was dark at first and the music loud and people standing everywhere. Mike was a little upset because there wasn't anywhere to sit. So he guided me to a corner by the bar and we stood and ordered a drink. There were a lot of guys standing close to us and I began to feel eyes on me. Mike had opened the front of my coat so I wouldn't overheat. It was getting quite warm with all the people. I had a hold of his arm still and sta...

Note: Thanks for encouraging response to first three parts of this story. In this part, story becomes more interesting as two slaves (mother Veena and daughter Usha) start to serve their Master together. In this part, Veena struggles between morality and her deep rooted desire of submission. You will enjoy this story more if you will relate to her dilemma. Kindly note that names used in this story are not real. I'm not judgemental about incest. As avoiding that was possible in this theme, I did. Happy reading and reviewing!! It will be helpful if you read the first three parts and it is recommended also. However, if you want to start from this one, synopsis of last three parts is as follows: ****Usha has been my car pool partner for a couple of months. However, I recently discovered that she is a closet sub as I caught her reading a Literotica BDSM story in my car. Who could miss such an opportunity, so we decided to make it real. As we started, she told me that she was still vir...

There's something about working on Sundays that always drove me nuts. It might have been because it was part of the traditional weekend, but since I was off two days during the week, that didn't really bother me so much. I was used to working odd hours at the dealership so having a non-traditional working schedule was like second nature to me. The worst part about working on Sundays was the people. You see, I'm the second-best salesman at the car dealership that I've worked at for the last few years. I say second-best because Harry Martin is fifty-five, has thirty years of experience, and could sell sex to a nun with that smooth voice of his and that slick mane of silver hair. I'm not above acknowledging my faults so that puts me firmly in second. It wasn't my first choice of career either. I'd much rather be working for one of the large automakers on design but I didn't have the schooling for it. It didn't mean I didn't try back in college, bu...

There was something indescribably humbling about the southern Rocky Mountains. The road up to the ski resort was only two lanes wide, and for most of the time not a soul was in sight. It was just Haley, on her bicycle, pedaling up the steep, winding road. Most of the time, the road was shaded on either side by trees, with the looming, brush-covered mountains giving way to the bone-dry desert sky above. But every hour or so, the road would run along a mountainside that overlooked a valley, and Haley could see the vastness below her. Every so often, she would look up, and each time there was less and less mountain above her. Haley had come here to Santa Fe, New Mexico with her boyfriend Miles to see the sights and hike the trails. Then she had learned that Santa Fe had a ski resort, and she had made a bet with Miles. She had bet that she could get on her bike at their Santa Fe hotel, ride into the Rocky Mountains and ride all the way up to the resort on her own power. Miles had looked ...

". . . and so the only thing I can hope, with all my heart and soul, is that you will accept my surrender," Scaffaro said. He held Xandria's gaze, the few paces between them seeming to shrink with each beat of his heart, something she could actually see, so visibly was the string of his heartbeats mirrored in the string of small motions as his erect cock throbbed in front of her. Xandria advanced to him and closed her fist around his erection. My god! Tiffany thought. I can feel the heat of his skin, the pulse of his stiff shaft. Tiffany-Xandria recovered from her surprised reaction. "Hmmm, Your Majesty. This eager hardness tells me you will not be able to think straight in the midst of your lust for me." "I will require no thinking to give myself to your beauty, Xandria," he replied, reaching his hands for her shoulders. He drew her face to his. Tiffany-Xandria slid her fist up his pulsing shaft, feeling the slippery wetness of his pre-cum as it lea...

Hannah hauled her suitcase from the boot of the taxi before it sped off, leaving her alone on the empty country lane. She was stood next to an old gatehouse, although all the windows were bricked up, the door sealed behind a metal sheet. At least the gate was open, although a heavy chain and padlock hanging from the dark metal showed it could be locked closed. Why had she agreed to this job, out in the middle of nowhere? The money, mostly - three months cleaning work, that paid what she would normally earn in two years! Probably some old dear, unable to keep on top of the dust in the few rooms she used. But the place was miles from anywhere, even the nearest train station a long and expensive taxi ride away. She checked her phone - no reception, of course. She started trudging up the long drive, the manor house easy to spot, set on a hill ahead of her. When fully maintained, it must have been glorious, with rolling grounds and a huge garden, but now everything was very much run down ...