Easy Money 3/5
"Let me see that ‘slightly used’ pussy of yours, dear,’ read the next line of text. "Anything you ask," she replied. Aubrey stood up and lifted her left leg over her chair, resting her high heeled boot on its arm. She quickly typed in an emoticon and tilted the camera towards her exposed and bare cunt.
"Are you recording this?" Aubrey asked. The man replied with an unconvincing denial. "No, no…" "You should be," countered Aubrey. "I’ll never be as young and tight as I am today." The man smirked. "Well, I may have lied." "I know." The man began typing simple commands, which Aubrey dutifully obeyed. One finger in, two fingers in, taste them, tell me…
Easy Money 2/5
"Are you ready to help put me through college?" Aubrey asked. The man grabbed his mouse and clicked twice. A "ca-ching" sound effect buzzed out of Aubrey’s speakers. "Does that answer your question, sweetie?" he asked. "That’s my favorite kind of yes, BlueBomber68."
As she said this, her fingers were already moving to the buttons of her bright plaid shirt and soon revealed the bare centerline of her teenage torso. Below the view of the camera, she slipped off her daisy dukes and began to finger herself. “Are you stroking it yet, mister?” The customer politely pointed his camera down and showed her how hard she had already got him. This job was too easy.
Easy Money 1/5
The laptop was a birthday/graduation present from her family. But that was before the plant closing. Between then and now, financial difficulties tied up the family’s stocks, savings, and even Aubrey’s college savings, temporarily. Her family asked that she put off school for a semester. But Aubrey, planning to be a business major, had another idea.
Aubrey scrolled down the spreadsheet to the first name that hadn’t been grayed out. BlueBomber68 was next in the queue. To the right of the name was contact information, a paypal account name and his or her turn-ons. Facials, anal, small tits, and pigtails. Aubrey couldn’t help him on the first two, but she could certainly be helpful for the others. The user didn’t mention any specific scenarios or games, only an order for “tangerine.” She could play this one by ear.
Aubrey pulled up skype to see if her customer was on. Yes, indeed. After a few moments to connect, she could see BlueBomber68, a brown haired, bearded man in his mid 40s. As they said their hellos, he buttoned down his white Oxford shirt.
New Year’s Resolution 1/1
She’d made the resolution…she couldn’t very well back out of it only two hours into 2013. Rachel had taken the rather bold pledge to ‘try anything once’ in the new year, and was tested on it almost immediately. The tone of her party was set by its 5-3 guy majority…so it wasn’t the most outrageous thing when she was asked if she had ever posed nude for photos. Having not, she was immediately obliged to.
Rachel asked who had a camera. Pedro was the quickest to whip out his phone, and thus won the role of director. The two disappeared into the basement and found a nice, thick carpet for her to lay on. Rachel began in her white bikini, but within ten snaps of the shutter it was lying by her side. Pedro encouraged her to do whatever she needed to stay comfortable. This she did by always remaining somewhat covered by her arms and legs…which only made the images all the more titillating in her playful modesty.
Breakfast of Champions 6/6
Hank’s aim was true, rewarding his demanding wife Allie with an abundant supply of his warm milk. She held the bowl aloft, grinning girlishly at her red-faced husband. Hank had made good on his obligation, and Allie figured the honorable thing to do was to show her great appreciation as recompense.
Without breaking eye contact, she scooped up a few cum-covered flakes and slowly brought them to her mouth. As they graced her taste buds, her grin doubled. Through slow chews she relished his salty flavor and with a singular swallow, she stowed his seed within her. Hank gazed down at his wife with her cum-stained cereal and had to laugh. “In all our married years, I can’t say I’ve ever felt so much a provider as now.”
Breakfast of Champions 5/6
Allie didn’t need to be told when her husband was ready to cum. Nearly a decade into their marriage, she knew the strengths and limits of his cock. She reached out for her husband’s hand and wrapped it around the base of his cum-spigot. This let her withdraw and pick up her bowl of dry cereal, which she lifted up as an offering to him. “Mmm…you gonna pump out a nice load for me, baby? Gonna give your honey-bear some of that thick man-milk? She watched him masturbate for her with gusto…but whenever he looked down at her, she met his eyes with hers. Allie read her husband’s cues masterfully, and at the appropriate time, said, “Aim down, now. Don’t you dare miss!”
Breakfast of Champions 4/6
Allie’s practiced hands massaged and stroked her husband’s dick. ‘Her husband’s dick’…it sounded to her like a stretch of the truth. It was hers, really. She played with it much more than her husband, and this very scenario demonstrated who was in charge.
With a rumble of the stomach, Allie moved to expedite her wait with some of her husband’s favorite tongue tricks. That and maybe her stomach would be satiated by her husband’s manly taste. Allie never bothered to lick or suck on anything past the glans. She liked having her mouth stuffed with her life partner, but this was business, not the bedroom. The sooner Hank came, the better.
Breakfast of Champions 3/6
Window seat be damned, Allie lifted her shirt from her body and placed it on the table. Hank could intuit her intentions, but could hardly believe them to be true. Allie wasn’t much for morning sex, though she was deadly serious about the most important meal of the day.
Allie maneuvered Hank’s cock out of his slacks and cradled his balls. A mere thin membrane separated her from his coveted milk. But of course it couldn’t be that simple, nor would she want it to be. She let her hands slide up from his gonads to massage his handsome shaft…from his factory to his showroom.
Breakfast of Champions 2/6
When her husband Hank came downstairs all dressed for work, he could tell his wife was cross. After nine years of marriage, he knew what those lips meant. Allie merely pointed at the bowl. “Get me some milk, honey?” she asked. Hank didn’t have to check the fridge. He knew it was empty. “I’m sorry I used up the milk. I’ll pick up some on my way home.” But Allie just lifted the bowl and offered it to him. “Fill it,” she said. “We’re out…” countered Hank. But Allie wasn’t referring to cow’s milk.
Breakfast of Champions 1/6
Allie had a simple philosophy in life. Fix the problems you cause. This law was the foundation of her household…for her son, who paid for the neighbor’s broken window out of his allowance, and her husband, who had more than enough flaws and mishaps to go around. This morning Allie made note of two. He had brought the wrong type of beer home last night…and he drank all the milk without removing carton from the fridge. Now the former could wait, but the latter was a real problem. She’d already poured her bowl, and Allie wasn’t leaving the kitchen without her breakfast.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 10/10
Paige finally detached her face from Victoria’s and took a good look at her fair-fastened friend. Victoria could only kneel and watch…her release depended entirely on Paige’s good nature. So when Paige sat down behind Victoria and began to massage her soft mammaries, Victoria let her have her way and tried to sit still. ‘Tried’ because each tweak of the nipple or kiss on the neck inspired feelings of confusion and sharp sexual impulses.
"I’m sorry Paige…I guess I should have told you to mind who your mistress is before I put this leather straight-jacket on you. Her voice became a whisper as she let her mouth brush up against Victoria’s ear. "You see…I went Christmas shopping this weekend for both you and my Dad…and, well…I only had enough money for one present." Paige paused for a moment to let this sink in. "I think he’s going to like what I got him a whole bunch…" With that, Paige let her tongue trace the spiraling channels of her subordinate’s ear. Victoria’s heart skipped a few beats as she clearly realized the true meaning of Paige’s holiday treachery.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 9/10
"Speaking of trust…" continued Paige, "I’ve one more thing to make your outfit complete. She stuck her hand in the bag once more and pulled out a jet black ball gag. Victoria blushed. Paige sat on the arm of the couch and bid Victoria to come forward with her finger. The off-balance girl slowly inched forward until she knelt between Paige’s open knees.
Paige held the ball gag horizontally at face level, waiting for Victoria to open her mouth wide. When she obeyed, Paige struck. She wedged the plastic orb into her mouth and followed it immediately with her lips. The straps snapped together behind her head and Victoria was shocked to find herself captive to Paige’s whims. Her voice was muted, her wrists bound, and her body exposed. And most importantly, her face was clearly the domain of Paige’s fast-moving lips.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 8/10
Paige spun around behind her leather-clad friend and showed her what she meant. With Victoria’s hands pinned at her side, it didn’t take much effort at all for Paige to force her off balance and onto her knees. With one hand she kept Victoria in place, and with the other she gently massaged at her leisure.
"Isn’t this better?" asked Paige, as she rubbed Victoria’s lower back, "You don’t have to think about a thing…only accept what your master or mistress has in store for you." With that, Paige let her hand slip around Victoria’s bare cheeks and pet her tight ass and inner thighs. Victoria shuddered. "Yes, I like this, but…but what if I want him to try something else…or stop?" "You can’t. The first rule of wearing this is you can only put it on with people you trust."
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 7/10
Paige next started to attach the armstraps to Victoria…four leather bindings that kept her arms inanimate at her side. Victoria looked visibly confused as she was tightly restrained. Her arm felt like it was trapped in a doctor’s blood pressure sleeve, but more claustrophobic.
"What’s this…for?" the bound girl asked.
"It’s to make sure you cooperate, Vicky."
"But I can’t interact wi…"
"That’s really not the point. Let’s not be coy. You don’t fancy the leather…you want to be a prize…this corset’s a pedestal on which you can shine. And the best way to experience that is to give in."
"Are you sure?"
"I’ll prove it."
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 6/10
Just as Paige began to strap Victoria in, the nude girl asked how her back looked. It wasn’t exactly something she could see easily in the mirror, but it was important in this situation. Wearing one of these with the lights out would be a pointless waste…she wanted her suitor to see what was being offered.
Paige rubbed Victoria’s back and assured her it was as smooth as her bottom…no unsightly blemishes of any kind. Then she told Victoria to breathe in as she buckled the corset tightly around her. Each strap pinched a bit more of Victoria’s flesh, but she remained composed throughout.
Finally came the lower straps. These wound around Victoria’s cherub behind, across her virgin slit and over her thin bush before being secured at her front. This chastity belt was far from an impediment to any interested party. An easy access belt-strap was available at her front to allow whomever the privilege of passage.