Romans & histoires Mistress Stories

Mistress mommy then broke the kiss and looked from me, back to mistress Chantel, and said "Oh, we are being rude. We are now in a three way relationship and we should not treat our slave so wrongly. Why don't we include her in our kiss?" Mistress mommy then leaned down to my pussy and pulled mistress Chantel down with her. I gasped and bucked my hips, as they both began kissing passionately around my sensitive clit. I moaned deeply at the amazing feeling of this. My mistresses continued to kiss each other and my clit, until mistress mommy said "Ok, slut. Now I am going to take care of our slave's little clit, why don't you see to her wet pussy. We can show her what she can expect from our ne

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

He was also the only man who had ever truly had power over me. But he was wrong about one thing. He hadn’t created me. Five years ago, I was just a heartbroken eighteen-year-old in a wedding dress, sitting on the side of a dusty road, my world shattered. I had caught my fiancé with another woman on the morning of our wedding. And then Garrick found me. He offered me a job, a fresh start. At first, I thought I’d be his secretary. But that was just a front for the women he recruited—women like me, trained to seduce and manipulate, to dig up secrets and destroy powerful men.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

Soon I felt him breathing normally and caressing my scalp. " You're not getting it. Whether you treat me like a mistress or not doesn't matters. Because I'm one. A woman who sleeps with a man without love, a relationship, or before marriage is addressed as a Mistress. On top of that, I get paid for my service every time. Isn't it? " I said and he went stilled. He cursed under his breath and took hold of my chin. " Then tell me what do you want me to do? Should I marry you because of that! " he snapped at me making me cry more. I wept like a baby burying my face in the sheet.

She had suspected that her friend's unexpected arrival at her place meant something fishy was about to happen but she had let her guards down. She could already read what the tabloids would have as their headlines in the coming days, "Bridesmaid fantasizes about fucking her best friend's billionaire husband, Alex Pencroft." She knew Alex's name would be there in bold. It would make the news more juicy. She could even already imagine what Ruth's mother's segment of the interview would read. She would talk about how she had always known that Christine was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing and she had always tried to protect her daughter from her but she had already been ensnared in

The Secret Mistress Storyline; I am Savannah Nina Walker; my fate makes me a strip dancer who would dance for satisfying customers in Strip Club at a VIP room only for five minutes...If they want more than five minutes, I will increase the price, as my Boss said. One day, in Strip Club, while dancing, I met a guy, Carter Darren Smith; I felt I like him. As a result, we did the dirty things, and then I became the secret mistress of this handsome man. Little did I know that the man who had a beautiful wife, named Leslie Brown, and she was the mother of two beautiful Children—this man who will turn my whole life upside down. “I am done with you; I don’t want to be your dirty secret anymore. It’

But privately most people called it Mistress Hill. The mistresses of the wealthy were never seen in main society, but had build their own society for themselves within their community. The highest among them were the longterm mistresses of the very highest families of Fing City. At present, the leader of the group was the mistress of James Blain. Her name was Racheal Madison. She was once one of the most beautiful women in Fing City. As she fell in love with James all those years ago, she knew that he would never marry her as her social status was too far below him. So in the end she agreed to become his mistress. She was not the only woman that James slept with, but he always returned to he