All Chapters of Steamy Dreams : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

"No roster," Cedric said with a wave of his hand. "It's very much a first in, first served situation.""Then what do you mean?"Cedric sat back with a smile. "Ah," he said. "You might be further along than I thought. It's only been two days...but I guess if you were close to them for long enough..."Liam didn't reply. He suddenly felt very unsure of himself. Using Aimee's mouth twice the previous day had calmed him down, but Cedric's ominous words had brought his doubts back to the fore.What was going on?"The offer is open," the young man concluded. "If you need anything, I'm happy to help. In the meantime..."Cedric stood up, and Liam noticed that Aimee had returned. She was dressed in a lacy red nightgown, one that barely managed to contain her huge tits. As she moved, the nightgown shifted, showing glimpses of black lingerie underneath - a thong, and what looked like a half-cup bra.Liam licked his lips, but before he could do anything more, Cedric had grabbed his girlfriend's si

He paused, distracting himself with the memories. Aimee, in the throes of orgasm, her huge tits bouncing with each wave of pleasure that hit her."But we can't do it any more. I know that probably doesn't make sense to you, and I'm sorry, but... we just can't. I hope you're not angry, because I really like your sister, and that means we're going to be in each other's lives for a long time. So... look I'm sorry. And please, can we be friends?"Liam stood there for several minute, but there was no reply. With a sigh, he turned away, and began making his way to his girlfriend's room. He'd hoped an apology would make him feel resolved--or at least better--but he felt nothing but empty and unsure as he ascended the stairs.Two things surprised Liam as he entered his girlfriend's bedroom.The first was that she wasn't in the t-shirt-and-panties that she normally slept in. Even here, in her parent's home, as soon as she was getting ready for bed, Charlotte had stripped down into what she fel

There was one strange thing about working at Gio Industries.Well, there were actually a few strange things. But on my first day, the only one I noticed was the music.My boss had explained it to me as he was showing me around. Apparently Gio had put a bunch of money into developing the perfect "background music" while you worked, maximizing harmonies and brainwaves and all that sciencey stuff. All I knew was that whenever I was sitting behind my computer, I was required to have headphones playing this strange, pulsating music.It was more than a little weird at first, but I quickly got used to it. I wouldn't ever say I 'liked' it, exactly, but I was definitely okay with it.That could also describe the other strange things I was discover about the job, now that I think about it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.My boss was a few years older than me - Mr. Peterson. He was nice enough, all things considered. Good-natured, friendly. He really made sure that I felt welcome. A little hand

This time, to my surprise, someone stopped and sat beside me. I'd seen her around before - she worked in marketing. Tracy, I think her name was. She was an Australian."Punishment?" she asked, and I nodded dumbly, not sure how to respond."Yeah," she continued, her accent thick. "Those can be pretty full on. What was it?""Just a spanking," I said. It was a struggle to get the words out - I don't know why I felt so strange after being disciplined. Maybe it was guilt?"How many?"Not wanting to put my voicebox through any more stress, I held up a single hand, with five fingers. Tracy nodded."Not too bad," she said, and my eyes widened. I'd never even considered the possibility of receiving a worse punishment."Do you know what I find helps?" she asked, and I shook my head. At that point, I would have done near anything to feel normal again.Tracy cocked her head towards the woman's restroom, just two doors down the hall. "Head in there and have a wank. You'll feel way better, pretty m

Yes, he'd have to punish me, but it wasn't like he was enjoying the process. He was just doing his job, nothing more."It doesn't specify the punishment, sir," I said meekly, and Mr. Peterson held out his hand.For a moment I was filled with a ridiculous impulse - I wanted to stand up, and move my body into his outstretched hand. I wanted to place my breast on his palm, allow him to grope and roughly fondle me as he'd done in my fantasies so many times.I wanted his hand between my legs. I wanted to make his fingers slick with my juices, then suck them clean, show him what my tongue was capable of. I wanted to lean over his desk, as I had dreamed about for what felt like years...Shaking my head, I escaped my reverie. I didn't do any of the things I'd fantasized about.Instead, I handed him the document."That's right," he said, placing it beside on him the desk. "That means it's at my discretion."He glanced at the cupboard in the corner of his room, and there it was again. For a mom