What?” I asked, feigning confusion. “Don’t you dare fall in love with me,” she said in a pissed off tone. I couldn’t tell if her tone was serious or mock. “I…,” was all I was able to mutter. “You’re honestly not going to invite me back to your apartment so you can fuck my brains
I heard Gemma’s voice from the bedroom. “Come on Max. What’s happening? I’m horny and I need your cock between my legs”. “Coming Gemma. I was just having a little chat with our cuckold, you know, explaining a few of my new Rules now that I’ll be living here”. He then turned and addressed me.
It’s warm for this time of year and the bulk of the research work had finished. The research teams from several associated universities had left last week and the rotating maintenance crew had left this morning. I had volunteered to manage the monitoring stations until the summer crew arrived in the next few days, then
I transferred in the spring as a first semester sophomore to a medium sized fairly conservative college in rural Pennsylvania. I lived in the regular dorms, which was okay, but most of the guys had already formed friendships. And I am not really into the crazy college age male bonding, at least not in the
Remember the old saying goes?????, the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Did you ever wonder, though, that when preparing a feast for a man, including strawberries in the menu is always a must? Strawberries are often whimsically referred to as the fruit of love. The one obvious reason is the
“You realize this wouldn’t have happened to you if you’d stayed in your own social class cucky. There’s bound to be sluts out there who would have let you have sex with them in return for a house and car. But not me, I wanted more but I knew I could dominate you from our
It’s clear why you want to call me…you’re just another cum-loving sissy boy that is just dying to be humiliated by me. You sit there in your panties that you probably stole from your wife, calling me and begging to watch me fuck other men as you rub your tiny itty bitty thing you call
The following morning I was released and made Mistress breakfast before providing my face to her for footrest duties. She pretty well ignored me when we were together and headed off for a shower soon after, having sent a few texts while eating. I could hear Mistress upstairs in the shower when I noticed she
It was my Senior year in high school and I was really enjoying all the fun I was having. Most of my requirements had been met to graduate and so I just had to take 3 classes for the year and not miss many days and I would graduate. I had become friends with Kathy
I was hitching home at the middle of my first term in university. It was pouring, I hadn’t got a lift and it was now getting late enough that I was not likely to, I was soaked and pissed off. A smart new car screeched to a halt down the road and I ran to
