Online Mistress Novels & Stories

She liked Shaun, dedicating herself to him, standing by him, but his defense is weak, he met her at another charity event, he met another woman, again on his travels, he met a woman named Sasha Diginski, she was a model and she was 28 years old, one of the socialites of the rich society, in which she was a model with a beautiful body, very beautiful, she came from Poland, she was one of his constant lovers, in which there is another woman in every part and in every party he attended. Among one of his other mistresses, there was a single mom real estate agent, she had handled the property and transaction of business and property, worked for him, which is how they had sex, she was 28 too, in a

It stood thick and heavy, flushed with need. “Kneel,” I commanded, the Atone threading through my voice. They didn’t hesitate. Three beautiful women, my mistresses, sank to their knees on the plush rug before my desk. Aida in the middle, Lorna to my left, Fe to my right. Their faces were level with my cock, their hot breath washing over me. “Who’s first?” I taunted, gripping my base, giving myself a slow, firm stroke. “Who wants to taste their Master?”

One word from him and this farce would be over. This was our engagement ring, after all. He answered after two rings. I put him on speaker. I wanted this bitch to hear every word. “Marco,” I began, my voice calm. “I’m in the VIP room at Cartier. Your mistress has something of mine. You have three minutes.” The room went dead silent. Bianca’s face paled. The manager held his breath. But what came through the phone wasn’t an apology. It was a sneer, thick with disgust.

The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.

Then a friend pulled me aside and whispered a secret. "There's a circle on the dark web. Faceless streams. You can make a month's gallery salary in one night." She lowered her voice. "But you have to know how to act." "Act like what?" "A Mistress," she smirked. "The guys with the real money on there are freaks. They want to be degraded, stepped on, owned." "You're gorgeous, you've got long legs, and a cold voice. You were born for this." I stayed quiet for three seconds.

She explained to her brother, "I tried using Amayah's health, but she claims she has no money, which is a big fat lie, because she attended the business oscars last weekend and is trending in the news now, for being caught with Damien Giddorti." "Damien Giddorti, the CEO of Giddorti Enterprise? Impossible." He scoffed at the news, finding it hard to believe that a common girl like Isabel would have anything to do with a billionaire like Damien Giddorti. "She's telling the truth." Their mother spoke up, and Khalil's eyes widened in shock. "Ma, you are lying." "We are not. It has been in the news since Sunday and it is also being rumored that she is the mistress of Sebastian Bernadotte." Jasmi

Her shrill voice resounded from the other end. "Good day, miss. My name is Aiden Bates." I introduced, and with a loud gasp, the call disconnected. Next up, a text message popped up on my screen before I could go ahead to call the annoying woman again. It was Persephone. Her text read; 'Oh my fucking God, Trevor just came back rich! Check, all the blogs are posting about him. I probably should not be talking to you about my ex, but I miss you so I’ll just keep rambling in your texts until you give me some attention.'

It seems that the two people who were chatting in a very intimate position didn't seem to notice her presence when she came out of the toilet. So Hee opened her ears wide to listen to the conversation of two people who she thought that is very suspicious. "Why? Do you think she's my woman too, be my bedmate, just like you?" Her eyes widened as she overheard their conversation. So, Naomi Lee, the proud athlete of her club and country is a mistress? This is completely unexpected. Naomi Lee is not as innocent as she seems. She grinned, then peeked a little out of curiosity about them. Luckily she always carried her cellphone everywhere, she immediately stole a photo when the man he knew as one

Should she ask her to teach her? After Mistress came, she was told to finish her chores until bedtime, and a few minutes later, Mistress called for Lisa to go into her office. Tonya wanted to go hear what was going on, but she had to finish her chores first. She walked away to finish her chores, and when she looked up again it was 8 pm. She hadn't eaten anything all day,so she walked into the kitchen, and the closer she got, she started hearing moaning. She peeked around the corner and it was Mistress, her handman was fucking her doggy style over the kitchen table. She wanted to walk away but the way Mistress was moaning was turning her on so she stood there watching. Mistress's breasts were

she snapped I got in quickly and she drove off without sparing me a glance Well I never thought being a slave is gonna be easy Moscow briefed me why most women bought male slaves He said it's to satisfy their s£xual urge since their husbands we're so busy for them And truth be told majority of the people that attended tonight we're mid aged women I thought I'll be brought by one as a s£x slave but I was wrong I received the shock of my life when I got sold off to the pretty lady I saw earlier I was so happy... thinking that she'll be nice but hell was I wrong ! After my new mistress conversation with the lady I assume is her cousin I knew she's nothing close to nice We got into the room whic