All Chapters of Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I met Stephanie at a club a couple years ago. We were both drooling over the same hot guy we knew we didn’t really have a chance at. After Mr. Hot Guy left we started talking, gossiping really, about the girl he left with. She got pretty drunk. I don’t know why, but for some reason I would have felt terrible if I’d just left her at the club, she might have driven herself home- last thing I wanted was to read about a drunk driver hitting a tree and killing herself in the morning edition of the newspaper.Instead I got her to come to my house. She trusted me, not that I wasn’t one to be trusted, and I let her stay on my couch over night to sleep it off. When I asked her about getting her car she said she had walked to the club with some friends (they’d left without her I assume) so cars weren’t an issue.In the morning, when she woke up, I had breakfast sitting on the table. She thanked me, especially for the coffee. We ended up talking for a long time. My niece was to be over for a hai

When I gagged I forced myself to look at him, even through the water in my eyes. His body started shaking a little bit, and I could tell his cock was about ready to explode. He kept his hand on the back of my head, and as the cum burst into my mouth he pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I could feel the cum filling my throat up. His moan of pleasure was the best thing I had heard in such a long time.I had all but forgotten that I needed to pee. I couldn't believe what had just happened. John zipped his pants up, still standing directly in front of me. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead, and he left the room. I sat there trying to decide if what just happened was real, or if I made it up in my head with the help of the shots I had earlier. I walked back downstairs, and rejoined the party. I saw John talking to my Dad, and a few guys that grew up with my Dad and John. I rejoined my friends and siblings.At about 1am I decided that I should make my way home,

He continued on explaining the kind of Dominant he considered himself to be. He explained that he was more of a "Daddy Dominant" than anything else, because caring and making his sub feel safe was an important aspect of the relationship to him. He explained that he didn't want his sub to fear him all of the time. He said that he believes discipline is very important in training a sub, and he uses discipline to train, for bad behaviors, and as reminders."Sami do you think you're a sub or a slave? Do you know the difference?" he asked."Not really," I had read up on this a little bit, but I still didn't know the exact difference."Well, simply put a sub has limits and a slave doesn't. Whatever limits my sub has is 100% respected, and for a slave those limits don't exist anymore. It really is all about trust. I wouldn't expect someone to trust me with their mind and body without limits right away, but I would expect for that trust to grow...and to one day be the owner of a slave. Does t

Don't urinate? Was he kidding? How was I going to wait until 5pm to not pee? In that instant I started having doubts of myself. I wanted this so bad. I wanted nothing more than to please John, but did I have the strength to do everything that he asked of me? I tried to push the thought out of my head, and focus on work for the rest of the day. At about 4pm I closed up, and that's when it hit me that I needed to pee so badly. I hadn't had anything to drink since the text; for fear that I wouldn't be able to hold it. I was thirsty, and a little bit miserable. I was doing this for John though. I tried really hard to keep thinking that.About 4:55pm I pulled into John's house. He lived in a really nice part of town. In fact, a good friend of mine when we were growing up lived just a few houses down. Her Dad was the lawyer for the city we lived in. So I knew that the houses here were not cheap. I remember my Dad saying that John was a CEO for some big insurance company before he moved back

Professor Elias Hart had noticed Caleb Nguyen on the first day of the fall semester. The boy sat third row, center aisle in the lecture hall—dark hair falling into his eyes, long fingers tapping restless rhythms on his notebook, full mouth always curved in that half-smile that suggested he knew exactly how pretty he was. Elias had spent three months pretending the heat in his gut was professional interest. Grading Caleb’s essays took twice as long because Elias reread every sentence, imagining the voice behind it, low and a little rough when he answered questions in seminar.He’d never crossed the line. Never would have. Until the Thursday Caleb stayed after office hours ended, door already closed, backpack slung over one shoulder like he had no intention of leaving.“Professor Hart?” Caleb’s voice was quiet, almost careful. “I think I need… extra help.”Elias leaned back in his chair, loosened his tie with one finger. The office was small, bookshelves crowding the walls, late-afterno