INICIAR SESIÓNI stood in the doorway of the bedroom, letting the bright light and the noise wash over me. I held Derek’s gaze, my dirty smile not wavering. I saw the moment his eyes traveled down my body, taking in the ripped seam on my hip, the smudges on my thighs, the absolute disarray of me. He saw the bride peeking out from behind me, her dress barely on, her face glowing.His own face went through a journey. The lingering arrogance from his lap dance melted into shock, then into a deep, gut-punching understanding. He set his drink down slowly and started walking toward me, cutting through the crowd of tipsy women.He reached me just as I took a step into the main room. He tried to take my arm. “Kristy, listen—”I shook him off. “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice low but clear. It wasn’t a shout. It was colder. “You don’t get to touch me right now.”The women nearby had gone quiet, sensing the drama. The music still played, but the mood had shifted.“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, his voice stra
I stepped out of the quiet bedroom, and the party noise hit me like a wall. Laughter and music swirled around, but my eyes searched only for Derek. I finally saw him, and the sight punched the air from my lungs.He wasn't by the bar. He was on the large leather sofa in the corner. A woman—the tall brunette bridesmaid in the emerald green dress—was straddling his lap. Her skirt was hiked up high on her thighs, and she was grinding herself slowly against the obvious bulge in his pants. His head was thrown back against the couch cushion, his eyes closed, a look of pure pleasure on his face as her mouth worked at his neck. One of his hands was buried in her hair, the other was gripping her ass, pulling her harder against him.The cold shock that froze me was so intense it was physical. I stood rooted by the door, the taste of the bride still on my lips, my body still humming from what I’d just done for him, for us. And here he was, getting a public lap dance from a stranger.His eyes
The room was quiet, and the noise from the party was just a muffled sound through the door. The bride stood close to me, and she was still smiling. My heart was beating hard in my chest because I knew what she wanted, but I was not a lesbian. I did not like women that way.“You were amazing out there,” she said, and her voice was soft. She reached out again, but this time she did not touch my breast. She touched the side of my face. “So brave.”I did not know what to say, so I just stood there. I could feel my bare skin getting cold in the air-conditioned room.“But you are nervous now,” she said, and she tilted her head. “I can see it. You do not have to be nervous with me.”She stepped back and walked over to a small table by the bed. There was a bottle of champagne and two glasses there. She poured some into a glass and brought it to me.“Here,” she said. “Drink this. It will help you relax.”I took the glass and drank it all quickly. The bubbles were sharp in my throat, but the a
My heart beat fast as I looked at myself in the big hotel mirror. I was never dressed like this in my life, this would be the first. The red dress was very tight, showing my curves and my not-too-big ass. My breasts were pushed up high, and the skirt had a long slit that showed my leg all the way up to my thigh.I did not buy this dress for fun. I bought it because I had no choice.My name is Kristy, and I own a party store with my husband, Derek. We got a call for a last-minute spinster party. A bachelorette party for a bride and her seven friends. They wanted food, drinks, and a stripper.Derek usually handles the bookings for the male strippers, but this time there was a big problem. The man we hired called an hour before the party. His car broke down on the highway, and he could not come.We were already at the hotel suite, setting up the food. Derek’s face turned white when he got the call.“He is not coming,” Derek said, putting his phone down. “The stripper for the party is go
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. It felt like I couldn’t even breathe.The girl who used to look back at me in mirrors—skinny, curvy, eighteen, familiar—was gone. In her place stood a small brown puppy. Round head, short ears, neat little snout. Front legs a bit chunky but still proportional for a dog that size, paws small and neat. The back arched in a smooth curve, stomach flat. Back legs thicker, paws a little larger, but nothing that looked wrong. A tight little ass with a perfectly sized fluffy tail hanging from it.The only thing that didn’t belong was the pale pink of the wide pussy lips, visible only if the puppy was on its back. The asshole was even harder to see—small and hidden by the fur.Everything else looked exactly like a real dog.I moved my head. The dog’s head moved. I tried to shift forward on my elbows and knees. The dog’s legs moved.That was when I saw my own pussy still open and exposed through the suit. Something inside me finally broke. I collapsed onto the
I finally got some control back in my limbs and started thrashing, swinging my folded arms and legs as hard as I could. The suit and the way I was draped over the chair made it completely useless. I couldn’t get any leverage. I was stuck.Sophie laughed softly. “Aww, look at that. Bitch found her movement again. Too bad she’s just a puppy now.”She brought the dog-head mask closer. For a second I realized I could still talk.“Sophie, please—please don’t do this. I don’t know what’s wrong with you but you have to stop. This isn’t you. You’re scaring me—”“Nothing’s wrong with me, Bitch.” Her voice stayed calm, almost gentle. “You’re the one who’s broken. But don’t worry… I’m going to fix you. You’re going to become what you were always meant to be. My puppy. My Bitch.”She pressed the remote again. The shock wasn’t as strong this time, but it still dropped every muscle in my body. I stayed conscious enough to feel her slide the mask over my head. The inside was soft and elastic; it mol
I am Sister Mary, thirty-five years old, and until recently I had never known the touch of another person, let alone a man. I had taken my vows as a virgin and believed I would remain one forever.But something had been stirring inside me for months.The dreams started innocently enough—soft kisses
“Hello, is anyone at home?” I took the trouble to yell. This was the tenth ring, if not the eleventh. “I'm leaving…” The door kicked open this time, cutting into my words. A gorgeous brunette appeared, forcing a smile. “I’m sorry. I was….” “Your delivery,” I pushed the parcel at her, already ang
“Fuck, you're such a cumslut!” Terry hissed as she grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. I wanted to protest, but her fingers crammed in my pussy, working their magic. Moans replaced my words, rising to a crescendo as she grinds her thumb over my clit harder. “Nice shot,” Professor Xander clapped.
I glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and gave my desk a couple of sharp raps with the butt end of my ruler, quickly bringing my fifth-period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order.This was my first class in this school since my transfer last week, and hell has been happening







