Part 1

He doesn't have much to say, not even his name. "My name is Kris.", I try to start a conversation. It's not my official name, but I had to get a new one since γamma names have exactly one syllable. "Mikal.", He replies. βeta names have exactly two syllables, but so do many male names. I try several other approaches to start a conversation, but Mikal seems to be a one-liner until he suddenly puts his large hand on mine and asks: "I want to make...

It's not the first time, but I still have my doubts. Standing in front of the tall mirror I judge the image. Do I look cute and tempting? I am in my late thirties and far away from being innocent anymore, but it's still an involved impression. Though I am a brat, I like to play with it. I wear a tight top on my flat chest and a simple white thong. The pink, belly-free top with its super-girl emblem on the front has been an old gift by close friends. I have tweezed all my hair except head and eyebrows....

This is a follow-up on the stories Lola, Cassandra, Miss Gorman and Orsini's Revenge.

Lola put the face into her hands. How should she ever come home, completely naked all the long way? How could Cassandra do that to her? Didn't she have any limits? She was close to breaking down right here on the floor. The hall remained silent while the last sunlight faded. There was still a chance. Lola had to get out if it was only not to let her bully get away with this. It seemed she was alone, or...

Part 3

He took her phone into his hands, looking confused by the mess of icons, and she slid a couple of times and tapped a video app, which she called the 'looper'. Immediately it played clips of women's asses pounded by or pounding cocks with their ass, and several hypnotic voices repeated mantra's, the most dominant was: "You need to be a dirty, little girl like the girls in your porn.". With the brush in her mouth, she reacted to his facial impression and tapped the bottom...

Part 2

"Careful!", he advised her, while she put her hands on the ground. His boot pushed her ass out of the caravan. She already shivered. He looked around but was comfortably well with the temperature. Of course, he wore a jacket. She had told him she was a softie, not only regarding restricted living conditions natural for camping. He looked down on her once again and was sure she didn't pretend it. The cold and the ground did hurt her indeed. He headed straight for the building,...

Part 1

Suddenly he pulled her up by her hair and slammed her up against the door. His other hand spread her buttocks, and he ramped his wet member right into her ass. She cried up in pain, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he fucked her ass and laughed loudly. "No.", she muttered against the door. That wasn't a safeword. Just to be sure, he leaned his head beside hers, and asked her: "How is the weather forecast?". He gave her some space to breath and speak clearly...

She tipped from one foot to the other, switching her weight to resist the cold. Single snowflakes floated down like feathers and dotted her black cloth, turning her into a reflection of the night sky. The street lights colored the scene silver. Covered deep into her hood, only her pale nose and full eyes peeked out to the air. While she wrapped herself in her coat, the short skirt with only a pantyhose beneath was a sacrifice to tease and look sexy for him at first sight. The boots protected her against...