Author: Wicked-Dom

The Story of Meg

Meg was a brainy girl with understated beauty and one of the greatest sets of breasts I have ever seen. She stood 4’11, and when asked she would always claim to be 5 foot.

“Just under average,” she would say.

You didn’t argue with Meg. She was pretty head strong, and had this wild streak to her. She thrived on spontaneity and had this infectious irreverent attitude about life. Though she was only eighteen, you could tell she had seen a lot in so few years.

I met Meg the first day of Spring semester during my Sophomore year at college. I arrived early for class and sat down outside in the hallway. Across from me sat this tiny delicate thing curled up in a mass of black and red flannel reading some obscure graphic novel. Her shorts were so short that it was nearly impossible to miss the sliver of neon green panties contrasting against her slender pale thighs. Read more »

The Whore (Story #2)

Emily played wistfully with my cock. Her head was perched between my legs and the rest of her body sprouted out in a prone position on my bed. She was bored. Flicking my dick back and forth across her mouth and then routinely making a low growling noise and using my hard member to distort the noise at it came out. During one such vocal outburst, she accidentally let slip a slight belch, and I cast my eyes from show I was watching down to her.

I was seated against the back headboard of my bed. The particular exercise that was going on was something I had devised in the weeks since I had left Emily lying completely exposed across my office desk. I had let her stew in the thoughts of the experiences from that encounter, and I wanted to see if she would be true to the orders, I had given her.

“No one sees you naked,” I had said. “And no one penetrates you”

When I said the words, I didn’t really think about the link between penetration and them seeing her nude. She had reminded me that in most cases a guy would have to see her nude in order to penetrate her. I tried to explain that sex was possible without a guy seeing her nude. She protested, then had a eureka moment. Read more »

The Broken Girl (Story #1)

Emily was a simple girl. A cute dirty blonde that usually found herself going with the flow. She was always easy to persuade and never was one to really say no. Emily was a slut. She would never admit it, nor would she ever allow herself to consider it. She was a carbon copy of her mother, and that sort of bred in her a certain level of denial.

We worked at a large employer in a small town. I worked in the IT field and therefore as the site’s System Administration I was considered management. It wasn’t that I had to be completely hands off with the employees, I just couldn’t get caught up in the daily gossip mill or scandals. It was during one of our meetings that our big boss was outed for banging Emily’s mother. This created a bit of unknown conflict because the second in charge had actually hooked up with Emily’s mom a couple weeks before. We all knew because they wound up in a back room at my friend’s house. Scandal and gossip ensued. Read more »