Author: SilkPantyGirl

Rachel and Roxanne, Ch2 [mf][public][stripping][fF][handcuffs][first time][unshaven]

Tuesday, April 23rd, Day 3.

Dear Diary,

Nothing exciting today. Roxanne bought some really nice underwear, but it mostly was a Rachel day.

I had a really long swim, then had my ass kicked at tennis by a seventy-year-old man. That was pretty humiliating until he confided that he’d once reached the second round at Wimbledon.

In the evening I watched a couple of really good stand-up acts. All clean, cruise-ship approved material, but still funny. A couple of guys tried to chat me up, but didn’t spark any interest in Roxanne.

Goodnight!

Wednesday, April 24th, Day 4.

Dear Diary,

Oh God, do I have a story for you today! I nearly got arrested and thrown off the ship!

I had my usual morning, workout, yoga, swim, then watched a movie.

In the afternoon, I decided to explore the ship. I’ve heard the engines on these things are enormous, and I wanted to see for myself. I went as low in the ship as I could in the passenger areas then sneaked through one of those “restricted area” doors. I crept down a maze of corridors, and a few flights of metal stairs, when I suddenly heard a voice. Read more »

Rachel and Roxanne, Ch1 [mf]

Sunday, April 21st, Day 1.

Dear diary,

Alice is a bitch. She’s a cunt, a dick, a heel, and a shitty friend, and I’m talking Judas Iscariot level bad friend.

Here’s what happened:

Since we live in different parts of the country, we agreed to meet on board. After all the hassle of travel and the security screening, I made my way down to our assigned cabin. It’s small, with two twin beds and a tiny, airline-cramped, bathroom, although with a shower. There’s no window, since we booked as cheaply as possible. After all, we reasoned, we weren’t planning on spending any time awake in the cabin..

My suitcase was there, but Alice’s wasn’t. I wondered if she’d handed hers over at a different security point, so it was taking longer to get down here.

Just then, my phone binged. It was a text from Alice.

“Sorry, Jason booked last minute trip to Vegas for us, so gotta bail. Sure u’ll meet lots of gr8 people. Hav fun!”

Fucking bitch! We’d been planning this cruise together for over six months, now she dumped me at the last minute for that loser! Read more »

The Hostess Pt2 [ff][mf][oral][anal][group]

–Chapter 7

Back in the billiard room, Gabby encountered Carl. He was just finishing licking the pussy of the young blonde woman who had been the prize in the pool game earlier, and she was cumming loudly. Gabby leaned in the doorway, her arms folded under her breasts, and waited until he stood up and wiped his mouth.

"God, she tastes good," he said.

"I bet," smiled Gabby, "It's after one, want to use your card?"

He picked his gold card up from the mantelpiece and peeled the sticker off. 'Foot job from the Hostess'

"Oh God," he groaned turning to her with an amazed look, "really? How did you know that's my fantasy?"

"Now, now," she winked, "you know the cards are random."

She indicated a leather couch at the far end of the room.

"How about here?" Read more »

The Hostess [ff][mf][oral][anal][group]

— Chapter 1

Gabby examined her makeup and hair in the full-length mirror, then turned and checked that her black stockings were straight. She didn't need to lift her skirt for this, since she wasn't wearing one. In fact, apart from the stockings, she was naked. She slipped on her black patent leather heels, then walked through to the mansion's large kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She picked up the small white "French Maid" style apron that was folded on the counter, and tied it around her slender waist, only just covering her shaved pussy. Next, she took two ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on her nipples until they stood to attention, then picked up a silver tray of champagne flutes and headed out into the spacious reception hall where the guests were waiting.

Most of the guests for this evening's gathering at the exclusive sex club were already there, casually mingling, chatting and drinking champagne. They were all in just their underwear. Gabby recognized most of them, but there were a few new faces. She walked among them, her high, pert breasts and heart-shaped ass atop perfect, long legs drawing admiring glances as she went. She greeted each member with a smile, making sure they had a drink, and handing each of them a small card she took from pockets in her apron. Read more »

The Virgin [FM]

The village elders had summoned me, so I made my way as quickly as possible to the Great Hall, only stopping to smooth my long dress down and check my hair. The three elderly men sat behind a long table, and an old man I'd never seen before stood beside them. Off in the shadows I could make out another, female figure. I stood before them and bowed my head. "I have appeared as summoned." I said. The chief elder spoke: "Girl, you have been chosen by the Gods to take part in the annual fertility ceremony in the King's castle at the capital. This man is the High Priest of the Harvest Gods, and has spent the past year searching the land for the most beautiful virgin, and the honor falls on our village."

I blushed at the compliment. I knew I was very attractive, everyone said so, and my father had been made many offers for my hand since I turned eighteen, but in the whole land? That was quite something. The stranger spoke: "You are a virgin, correct?" I blushed deeper. "But of course, sir," I said, in an offended tone, "I am unmarried!" Of course I had fooled around with plenty of boys, and even let some of them touch my breasts, but none had ever got between my legs. One had even persuaded me to touch his cock, and I had been amazed at how it had grown in my hand. "Well," said the man, "We must be sure. Mary?" Read more »

Swiss Finishing School Pt3 [MF][anal]

John had been stood up. He had been meant to meet his friend David for a drink, but just as he was arriving at the bar, David called and said that he'd managed to get a date with a girl he'd been trying to screw for months. Obviously, John could hardly begrudge him that. He decided to go in for one drink anyway.

With his drink in hand, he sat at a small table by the wall. He surveyed the girls at the bar. One in particular caught his eye. She was about 5'8, slender but curvy, with long blonde hair and a beautiful behind, wearing a tight silver mini-dress and matching heels.
As she turned to speak to a friend, he realized he knew her. It had been a year ago, the best night of his life, four naked girls in a dorm room in Zurich. This one was Kimberly, and he'd been her first. Just then, she glanced around the room, and caught sight of him. There was a flash of recognition, and a big smile. She said something to her friend, then walked over, Martini in hand. Read more »

Swiss Finishing School Pt2 [mf][ff][virgin]

John arrived at the school just after 7pm. He approached the west entrance, just as the note had instructed, but all was dark. He waited a few minutes, then turned to leave. Just then, there was a quiet creak from the door, and a soft voice whispered: "this way!” The door was open just wide enough for him to slip inside into the darkness of the building. "Take your shoes off,” whispered a female voice, "We need to be really quiet. Here, I'll make some light.” She turned on her cell phone, and in the dim light he saw it was the red-headed girl from that afternoon. She was still wearing the plaid school uniform skirt, but instead of the crisp white shirt she wore a polo shirt. The nipples on her large breasts showed prominently through it, and it was obvious she had no bra on. He removed his canvas deck shoes, and she led him down the corridor, then up a narrow flight of stairs. At the end of this corridor she opened a door and they stepped into a dark room. As soon as she closed the door, a light was switched on. It was a dorm room – there were two beds, two wardrobes and two chests of drawers, and on the beds sat the other three girls from the afternoon's class. Read more »

Swiss Finishing School Pt1 [mFffff]

John had been in Switzerland for six months, after his dad had got him a job with his company, but now the project was coming to an end. He had a week left on his flat, and decided to use the time to relax before heading home to London. He was having breakfast in his favourite little cafe, reading the paper, when he came across a small advert in the classifieds. "Male life model required for health class." It gave the name and number of a very exclusive girls' finishing school in the city. John had heard of these Swiss finishing schools – they were where the ultra-rich sent their daughters after high school, where they would learn the skills a wealthy heiress would need in starting her adult life. Things like party planning, instructing staff, how to behave on a yacht, getting in and out of low-slung sports cars without showing their underwear, that kind of thing. Read more »

The Bedwarmer [MF]

The head housekeeper called all the slave girls together into the kitchen.

"The Master has just received word that a member of the Senate will be spending the night with us. He had planned to travel through the night, but a wheel has broken on one of his wagons, so he will be stopping here." She looked sternly at us all. "This is a big opportunity for the Master to make a good impression, so we have a lot of work ahead of us."

With that she began handing out tasks, and as each girl received her orders she scurried off. Eventually I was standing there alone. "The Master has decreed that you are to be the Senator's bedwarmer. Now go join the girls preparing the guest rooms."

I groaned inwardly. Whilst it would certainly help my position in the household to be chosen to see to such an important guest, "bedwarmer" was a euphemism for "girl who gets humped by a fat, sweaty old man and has to pretend to enjoy it". Important men traveled with a whole retinue of guards and slaves, of course, but it was traditional for the host to offer a bedwarmer for the first night of a guest's stay, and it was a sign of trust in the host to accept. Read more »

Italian Lingerie Store [FF]

My name is Gabriela.

No, it's not, but I'm not telling you my real name. I'm 29 years old. I was 29 last year too.

I'm a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends' wives would call me a whore.

My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips.

What do they get out of it? What do you think? They get a beautiful woman to go out with, to secretly take on business trips, to make their friends jealous, but most of all, they get mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex their wives couldn't even dream of competing with. Of course, their wives are busy running the house, organizing the help, raising the kids, planning fund-raisers.

I don't have to do any of that crap. I spend my days making myself irresistible to their husbands. I get massages, facials, manicures, tennis coaching. I work out with my personal trainer four times a week. I make sure I'm the kind of woman a rich man will risk everything to be with, except that there's no risk. I'm discreet, I never make a scene, I never ask them to leave their wives, I never call them at home, I never get pregnant. They know this, and they appreciate it. Read more »