Mistress Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

CONTENT: MILFS, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Big Balls, Kissing, Pussy licking, Fingering, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Doggystyle, Missionary Position, Dick Sucking, Ass Licking, Threesome, Girl on Girl, Foursome,69, Dick Riding. CHAPTER 1

"Mistress is expecting you. Follow me please." She was a little on the heavier side, but not unpleasing to look at, so I happily followed her to the rear of the house. Her bottom was streaked with red welts; seven or eight, she was moving too quickly to count. She opened a door to a large room with subdued lighting, with a number of cages, posts, and furniture I couldn't guess the purpose of. There were whips hanging on the walls, rods or canes neatly organized in little bins, shelves filled with dildos and vibrators of nearly every description. There was a male in a tiny cage on the floor, lapping up some food off a plate, a bowl of water beside it. There was a lovely, very naked young woma

Their brief time together had evidently not embarrassed him by so much as an atom, while she felt like a dupe being cruelly taunted with a massive blunder. She could not shake free of humiliating recollections of their lovemaking. She had given herself so completely: she had held nothing back and had virtually begged for his sexual possession. Those images smarted in her memory like an open wound and an unwelcome reminder of weakness and stupidity. “You’re unbelievable. That’s what you’re worried about? What they said? Not the fact that I’m in this mess because of you? Not the fact that I’ve been here thinking of a way I can keep you out of trouble, while you’re busy entertaining strippers?”

“Path one: the media keeps dragging your name through the mud. You remain the ‘mistress’ while your life continues to unravel. They’ll dig into your past, your family, your mother….” “Enough.” My voice trembled as I interrupted him. He held still, recognizing the weight of my words. “Not my mom,” I whispered. “Anything but that.” “Path two,” he continued, “we take control of the narrative. We shape the story instead of letting it consume us.” “And how do we do that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “We make it seem intentional.” My brows knitted together in confusion. “What do you mean…?”

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

Vivienne had sniffled. "You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress. "Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed. Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties. "Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted. Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.

"Damn, you're right. I've been too lenient with him, primarily because he's been the only source of sex I have. Cutting him off was cutting me off too, like throwing the baby out with the bathwater. But I've not only got you gentlemen, I'm sure if I get real desperate, I can get Jerry, Chen or them two big boys you play poker with to plug my cunt. Fuck, for that matter, your slaves be happy to fuck me with a big strap on or lick my cunt. Maybe I let that Lester fellow fuck me. Invite him over after he done bringing us home tomorrow. He had a real nice cock." Sean was becoming increasingly agitated at the thought of being cut off by his Mistress. He still hadn't learned he didn't possess a Mi

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 9: The Neighbor’s Window** **Chapter 2** Elena lay on her bed, chest heaving, legs still spread wide, Marcus’s thick cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. Her body was trembling, mind spinning. The man she had teased through the window for weeks was now in her apartment, standing over her like he owned the place. Marcus looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. His cock was still hard, glistening with their mixed juices.