There were two ways she could make the dildo in her hand wet; her mouth or between her legs. She lowered her body to the floor, her knees high and parted widely. She dragged her knickers out from between her puffy hairless labia, exposing the prominent swollen glossy pink frill and her engorged clitoris peeking from under its hood like a tiny cock. She was oozing the fluid of her arousal from a dilated vagina that craved...

The commander was holding an exclusive party. The home help would be expected to provide a waitress service and wear clothing appropriate for the role. She knew that he did not mean a conventional uniform. She had now fully accepted her position. She had behaved like a slut. Not behaved LIKE a slut. She admitted to herself that she was a slut; a woman who wantonly allowed her body to be used by someone who was not her hus...

'To my horror, he put me to the test. It was almost as if he had read my mind. Perhaps he simply guessed that he was going further than I would have expected of him, despite my already accepting the introduction of the visitor. He suggested I should take off my wet knickers, surely they were uncomfortable. Sure enough, with the two men staring fixedly at my hands as they moved almost without my conscious control to the wa...

She continued, 'As I buttoned up my housecoat, he suggested I should consider a solution to my difficulties with the hold-up stockings. I knew exactly what he wanted.' I nodded, 'suspenders?' 'Exactly. He hadn't hinted at any other changes, so it was to be stockings, suspenders, knickers, nothing else. I could barely attach the clips to my stockings, I found myself trembling in excitement.' 'You were particulary excited t...

'Don't tell me, the next time you wore a skirt and blouse.' She lowered her eyes, which at first I took to be embarrassment, but when she continued there was a new strength, a new confidence, in her voice. She had rightly deduced that I was not angry with her, on the contrary, subconsciously I'd been fondling my crotch and she had noticed. 'Yes,' she confirmed, 'that pencil skirt with the slit so high my stocking tops sho...

'Commander Forbes has always made me feel uncomfortable.' 'You didn't say anything.' 'I didn't mind. I don't know why, but I liked it.' 'You liked feeling uncomfortable?' 'It wasn't creepy, it was exciting.' 'I don't understand.' 'I'm sorry, I'm not explaining very well. It's hard to explain.' 'What was it that made you feel differently than with any other...client.' I used the word deliberately. It evoked a particular ki...

'Anything interesting happen at Mr Forbes? You were late home last night.' It was unusual for her to be late home and that combined with the splendid breakfast she had served up on this, a weekday; suspicions is not really the right word. Interest. You know, when two unusual events create a ripple in the usual calm of an uneventful life. I have to confess that it wasn't only those two things. I'd noticed a stocking top st...

Lisa withdrew her finger, enjoying the desperate air humping of Sally's thighs. 'Take your knickers down,' she demanded. Sally complied without the slightest resistance. She tossed her panties onto the table. What would they have thought if she had done that just half an hour ago...the thought added to her arousal. She could not fully grasp how she had come to this...standing in the meeting room, her unkempt pussy wet wit...

'Turn around, let me see that fat arse,' Lisa was deliberately provocative. 'It's not...,' Sally began to protest but Lisas's glare gaze silenced her. She turned slowly, she hoped elegantly, around and waited for the dominant woman to tell her what to do next, fighting to subdue the trembling which gripped her upper thighs. 'Bend over,' Lisa was impressed. Sally's backside was not small nor could it be called tight, but i...

Sally never wanted children. They were Don's idea. She was a career woman, returning to work as soon as she could. Luckily both her own mother and her mother-in-law doted on the grandchildren and motherhood barely shifted the course of her career by a few degrees. That was ancient history now. At fifty she had decided to retire early. Don continued working and they barely crossed paths these days. Intimacy was a long forg...