Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dirty Desires: The Wildest Stories Ever Told: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

In bra and nylons, I turned around to face Dr Ross. I stared at him once again eye to eye as if to say: 'OK, you happy now, you get to see Nurse Sorrell half naked'.Of course I said nothing, hoping I could slip on the dress and be done with it.After a moment of silence, I turned to the bed and reached for the dress. It wasn't there. I gazed around the room to see where he had moved the dress to."Not yet Geena," He said quietly "There is still the matter of your being late."I turned to look at him. He was expressionless. The silence was deafening. The seconds ticked by very slowly. I knew what was next because I had been here before, and I was defenseless to stop it. I was two people: One a proud professional, ready to put a stop to this nonsense before it got out of hand; the other, Sleeping Beauty, wanting to succumb to the humiliation of surrender.Sleeping Beauty won.I slowly turned away, back toward the bed. 'What if I was reading him wrong', I thought. How humiliating that w

His closest friend was Peter Cooley, an attorney, whom Steven had known for several years. Peter was very handsome and like Steven, very self assured. At 6'4", very muscular, he had a very commanding presence. I have never really cared for facial hair, but with his closely trimmed beard and always impeccable dress, Peter pulled it off. He was a very friendly and charming man, who seemed to like me as well. I was very glad about this, because that seemed important to Steven.Steven's wife, Tracey, was nice enough, but very quiet and hard to get to know. I felt intellectually at ease with her husband and I suspected she was uncomfortable with that. I envied her figure though. She was very attractive with probably less that 120 pounds on her 5'4" frame. Her long blond hair was always styled to perfection. I often wondered how much time she spent getting her hair done, her nails done, etc. She was a realtor who never seemed to actually work, so I guess I should say she had a realtor's lic

Steven appeared across the altar from me and looked with pride upon me. He held his hands straight out to his side as the same three naked women came to him and disrobed him. He then knelt across from me and placed a document on the altar in front of me. The four of us, all friends, knelt in silence, naked in front of this group of strangers and waited in silence. For a moment I felt comforted by the company of my friends.The quiet of the moment was broken by a booming voice, presumably the leader of this strange group:"This Agreement, made this fourteenth day of February in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety three between Geena May Sorrell hereinafter referred to as sub, and Steven James Ross hereinafter referred to as Master..."I shivered at the sound of my name, Steven's name...Sub? Master?The speaker continued, "Witnesseth: That the said sub, for and in good consideration and in humble appreciation of such care and attention as the said Master may choose

Frank provided us with the details of our first trip. The date was non-negotiable and I soon learned that I would need to be flexible to the schedule of my sugar daddies. Frank offered to fly me to Charlotte, though I felt more comfortable driving there. The security of having my own care was worth the two-hour drive. I also insisted on my own room at the hotel. To my relief Frank agreed to both.A few weeks later I arrived that the Omni Charlotte Hotel in downtown Charlotte. I spotted Frank waiting for me in the lobby. There was no doubt is was him and I just walked up to him, gave him a hug and said, 'Hi Frank'.As he hugged me, Frank turned his head to give me a little peck on the cheek. He seemed like the nice gentleman I expected. "Its good to finally meet you Kathy, how was your trip.""It is a long drive, but I am glad to be here." Frank was as easy to talk to in person as he had been on the phone. He took care of my check-in and bags and we sat down for a drink in the hotel lo

I was enjoying myself as well. There was something excitingly degrading about it. It's hard to explain. I was not sexually attracted to this relative stranger, but I was letting him fuck me...essentially for money. I was letting him used me all night long for whatever pleasure, because he was wealthy and he could afford to. It is crazy, but it made me hotter than I ever imagined it would. I came...more than once thinking about it. Not really powerful orgasms, but I was building up to it.That is, until it was over. He grunted as he came and then collapsed his weight on top of me for several minutes. His cock shrunk quickly and I could feel moist soft cock slip out of me even before he rolled over beside me.I told him to lay right there while