Cricket Anyone? India's 2nd Innings

(A new story of young girls enslaved after the passage of the Female Slavery Law). (All the main characters are over 18 years old, and these stories are figures of my imagination). (My language is Spanish and I am not very fluent in English, so I sincerely apologize for any possible mistakes that may occur). Alexandra was the General Manager of one of the most important hotels in New York, at 27 years old she had reached that position leaving everything aside; her personal life, her sex life and her friends; the few who knew her said that she was a heartless bitch, and her employees talked behind her back saying that she was an ambitious whore who did not mind stepping on anyone who got in her way to achieve her goals. Those comments did not bother Alexandra in the least; firstly because they were completely true and secondly because thanks to that attitude, she had managed to turn a decaying hotel on the verge of ruin into one of the most important hotels in the city. To achieve tha...

Thank you for your comments, ideas, thumbs up and down - they drive more of these stories and are very much appreciated. For readers that have read previous chapters, welcome back. If you are picking up this story for the first time, I try and write so you can jump in at any part. Sometimes more successfully than others. Either way, hope you enjoy it. ------------------------ Stephanie had been standing in the same aisle and staring at the same cans of soup when another shopper bumped into her, snapping her out of her daydream. By the time she came to, the person who'd shouldered her was long gone. It didn't matter, she resigned herself and turned her head back to the rows of soup. Everything felt dull - as it had for the past week. Her senses muted, wrapped in an invisible bubble. After a moment, she finally grabbed a can and put it in her basket. As punishment, she decided to add five more so it would pull on her arm as she'd walk. "That's what dumb sluts like ...

This is a continuation of the story of A weekend away where a master takes his sub away for a surprise weekend of training and pleasure. She got back to their room quickly and was soon in the shower easing her aching muscles. She didn't hear you come into the room and the next thing she knew he was standing naked behind her and saying "wait up". She immediately moved into the position and he started to gently wash her, nuzzling her neck and telling her that he was proud of her and how well she had done that afternoon. He let her arms down and turned her to face him, held her in his arms and kissed her. She leaned into him grateful for his strength and his approval. She took the soap off him and started to wash him all over, running her fingers over every inch of him. They then rinsed off, wrapped themselves in their towels and went to lie down for a short rest before dinner. He told her that she was allowed to sit at the table and enjoy her meal this evening as she had ...

I open my eyes to the sound of birds singing right outside my window. And my first thought is of you. I close my eyes once more and conjure up your image. Even though it's been a long time, I can still remember everything about you as if it was only yesterday. Your dark, soul-searching brown eyes looking into mine. Your warm hands on my waist. Your breath on my neck. The weight of your body on top of my own. Just the comforting feel of your strength. Reassuring. Steady. A shaky breath escapes my lips. I can't cry. Not now. I've cried enough. Instead, I decide to allow my imagination to wander elsewhere. No sadness. Only lovely memories. After all, that is all I have now. Instead, I imagine you're in the bed with me, at my feet, lovingly kissing the sole of one up to my toes. I bite my lip and resist the urge to pull back. I'm ticklish and you know it, but I also know you've got a firm grip on my foot. I giggle and attempt to wait patiently or else you'll b...

I'm not a great writer, if you are looking for a well written story, you might be disappointed. I'm trying to get better. If you like a story that gets to the sex and like to stroke, you might enjoy it. Matt had watched the girl next door go from pre-teen to now 18. Stacy has always been a tease to the men in the neighborhood. Today is her 18th birthday party and Matt and his wife were invited. She is wearing a short skirt and a halter top. As the party goes on Matt catches her sneaking drinks and she just smiles at him. Matt heads to the bathroom and as he gets to the door it opens and there she is, as she walks by her hand grazes the front of his shorts. Was this on purpose or an accident, either way Matt's mind goes into overdrive. Matt keeps watching her from across the room, when she catches him, she just licks her lips and smiles. A bit later Matt walks out by the pool and she walks up to him, she slips her panties into his hand and says "meet me in the garage ...

Burt climbed in, and he stopped and took in the view. "Amazing, just incredible." Kathi grinned, and said, "If you think the view is incredible, just wait until you feel my horny cunt milking your cock for every drop!" She quickly stripped him down and gave a gasp of wonderment. In a husky whisper, she asked, "How big is it?" His voice was proud as he said, "Ten and a half inches, all for you baby!" She told him to lie down on the bed, and I could see that big fucker sticking up, my god, it was huge. Kathi unhooked her bra, letting her melons swing free, she tossed it away. Wiggling her hips, she shimmied out of her panties and tossed them away too. Kathi's really gonna get filled up, I thought, as I watched her swing into position, straddling him, ready to take on that massive fuck pole. Kathi growled, "I'm gonna ride your cock cowgirl style, you can be the horny stallion that fills me up!" "Saddle up baby, and let's...

014 Wait! I did what!? Where!? Pt.2 "So, you don't want me to cover up, but you're obviously not comfortable?" I asked trying to seem surprised. "Well no you're amazingly hot..." he only got that much said and I zoned out because of the lightning storm that was going on in my vagina. I felt a twitch almost like I was being worked up toward an orgasm. This was really unusual, there had to be something wrong with me, I remember thinking. I mean I was drowning in attention, at least that's how it felt, and I loved it. Was this because at 32 years old I had never gotten much if any attention? Was I trying to overdose on attention like a drug? I snapped back to the beach and the 3 college guys there 1 sitting and 2 standing with obvious erections trying to win the fight with their speedos. I quickly decided to worry about the soul searching, why, questions later. Fuck it live for the day right? Trying to figure out a way to recover from my lapse of atte...