Stella's Incest Urges Ch. 02

1st class flying truly was an incredible trip, one Katie was glad to have splurged on. She didn't have prior experiences with planes, nor did she want one after that. Between the higher end food, spacious seats and stewardess offering whatever she needed, there really was no going back. "Anyone need help?" Katie asked once they landed, looking over the chaos that she should've expected, given her involvement. While she'd taken care to empty herself before the flight, they hit some turbulence and the vibrations got her going again. The staff and other passengers clearly didn't have much experience with a Hyper packing something extra, as a stewardess figured it would be easy as sucking her off and maybe a quick fuck. That resulted in her becoming immobile and the others having to deal with her. A few hands raised in answer to her offer and she helped them off. One of the stewardess' reminded her of the complimentary clothes they offered for such an occasi

Alfred the Great Seymour's friend from school came to visit us one Saturday, and stayed until the Monday. After leaving school they lost touch with each other when Alfred left home and joined the army. It was only a few years ago when my husband, Seymour opened a Facebook account and they got in touch with each other again. With our kids, Mylene at university and Justin away with his friends, we had the weekend to ourselves. On the Saturday morning of Alfred's visit I got up early to give the house a thorough cleaning. I vacuumed all the floors, paying particular attention to the guest bedroom, dusted around and put clean new towels in the bathroom. When I had finished I got in the shower. I had just picked out what I was going to wear and put it on when the doorbell rang. Seymour was still in the shower so I answered the door. "Hi, I'm Alfred," a tall, muscular man said. "Yes, we are expecting you. Welcome," I said as I moved back so he could come ins

Tilly heard her phone ring as she drove. She took a quick glance at her purse but decided not to reach for it. She wasn't going to risk even a traffic violation considering her current legal predicament. The phone chimed shortly after it finished ringing. Likely a voicemail or a text message. It could wait until she got home. It always felt ridiculous stopping at a red light this late. No cars on the road except yourself, and yet you stop and wait. All you could do was be annoyed, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to pass the time. In her rearview, she saw another car coming, then looked at the light again. Still red. She saw the yellow light appear for the perpendicular lane and started counting down from five. It almost always worked. "Five, four, three, two, one," Tilly said, letting her foot off the break to start her roll. It changed right on time, and she put her foot down on the accelerator. The car coming from behind whipped around on the oncoming lane,

Moscow - 1980 Dasha was undressing in the bedroom when the phone rang. She heard the heavy steps of Vitaliy cross the room followed by an abrupt end to the ringing. She froze, half undressed, as she tried listening for Vitaliy's low voice through the door. Unable to make out his words, she immediately assumed the worst. The phone clicked as it was returned to the receiver and Vitaliy cleared his throat before returning to the chair on the other side of the room. Dasha's heart was racing. She couldn't believe that she was getting pulled out. She had gotten so close only to have to leave without finishing the job. Collecting herself, she finished changing out of her clothes; even if she was right about the call she would still have to play along for a little while longer. She chose the black lingerie from the wardrobe and quickly put it on before stopping to assess herself in the mirror. She had just turned 28 last month, but had been passing for 22. Her long dark hair fell

This is the continuing story of Jennifer Lowe, a late 30's submissive woman. It would be a good idea to read the earlier chapters to really get an understanding of the characters and their relationships. Your comments and votes are appreciated and I will try to respond to each one. It had been three weeks since Jennifer Lowe had completed her weekend as an auctioned sex slave. Despite calling the man who purchased her the night her weekend of slavery ended, she had not done it since. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted something permanent. She was approaching forty, had a successful business and gave in willingly to all her sexual needs. But, being a slave, an auctioned slave, was truly a turn on and deep within her, she knew she would do something similar again. At work only one employee knew of her experience as a sex slave. Christine had been present during Jennifer's sale and brought her home after the weekend was over. She had told her Personal Assistant