When Chloe moved in Monday afternoon, my son Jonathan was at a friend’s house down the street and Gerald was at the museum. Instead of using a moving van, a friend dropped her off in our driveway. She was only carrying a backpack and one suitcase. I felt sorry for her. I’d hate to be poor and have so little. “Hi, Mrs. Anderson.” I said, “Hello again, Chloe. Since I’m not your teacher anymore, you can call me Rochelle. Fol...

My first name is Rochelle, but my students call me ‘Madame Anderson’. I only teach French three days a week and occasionally substitute for the English department. My family is quite well off, and we don’t need to work, but I enjoy helping young minds develop and blossom. My husband, Gerald, used to be a history professor and volunteers as an archivist at a museum to occupy his time. He loves ships and the ocean but jokes...

Jill Hastings slowly opened her eyes to the morning sunshine pouring into her bedroom window, stretched slowly with outstretched arms, and sighed softly. She glanced over at her husband’s side of the bed and found it empty. Damn, it’s golf-day Saturday, she recalled, then heard him rustling in the walk-in closet next to their spacious bathroom. The door slid open, and Steve walked out, dressed in his golf gear and tucking...

Lisa Swanson sat on her patio on an early summer’s evening, a glass of cabernet twirling slowly in her hand, as she gazed at her reflection in the patio doors. Still not bad for forty-six, she thought, eyeing her still firm 36D breasts, should-length brunette hair, librarian-but-still cute Kate Spade eyeglasses, and full lips made for kissing…or cock sucking, something she had not done for some time. That thought brought...

The trolley let Jack and Roxanne off a block from the Barcode Bar & Grill. They stepped into the balmy night. Roxanne lit a corked cigarette and grabbed jack’s hand, pulling him toward a half-built Uptown home. It was one of a few new constructions going up on the street. No doors or windows yet, but the house had a roof and walls. Jack smelled a mix of fresh paint and the trailing smoke of Roxanne’s square as they entere...

Stephan heard the front door close. His Aunt Rosie was leaving for the day. She wouldn’t be back until five or so. Wearing only loose boxers, he jumped from his bed. Stephan moved quickly down the hallway, his swinging cock growing with each step. Today would be the day. Stephan loved watching women smoke. He’d developed a strong fetish for it. It was so fucking naughty. These women were playing with, and controlling fire...

Quint’s eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Piper bounced through the front door of their home. With her came the sweet scent of body spray and suntan lotion. “Hi, daddy.” She set her backpack down and headed for the kitchen. His smoking fetish was instantly aroused. A few days earlier, Piper expressed a strong interest in smoking. Out of the blue, at the checkout line in the grocery store, she said, “Daddy, I love you, but I...

Val felt it approaching. Sitting at his computer, next to his sleeping wife, Val's body was firming for the pending eruption. On the screen before him was the most beautiful ebony female – sucking a white cock while halfway through a Newport. He’d paused the video at the part where she’d managed to get her amazing glossed lips over the cork of her cigarette and the tip of the guy’s cock at the same time. The Nubian beauty...

“Can we stop by the cigarette store daddy?” Lance’s young stepdaughter, Trina, couldn't have known what those words coming out of her soft eighteen year old mouth did to him. This is the first he’s hearing of her being a smoker. He thought he smelled the sweet mix of a previous cigarette and sweet body spray when she entered his truck. The odor, reaching his nostrils, touched him in a place that aroused him. Now, he knew...

(The reader is strongly encouraged to read the first 11 installments before reading this chapter.) Lillie's trip had been extremely fruitful, both in pleasure and in new ideas. Ariana, being extremely rich and extremely evil, had decided to embark on a new adventure. She would be expanding her slave endeavor to America. This would entail a lot of preparation and first she would have to meet Alexis, something to which she...

This chapter will be better appreciated if the reader first experiences the previous 10 chapters. A couple of characters from another work of mine (Ariana) make appearances now in this story. The author will now break the rules of writing and switch from the first person (Alexis) to the third person. This new chapter takes place four years after we left off.*Lillie, now 22-years-old and newly graduated from university, ha...

Lillie and I had had a wonderful time, and I was enthusiastic about what a great pupil of perversion she had turned out to be. After Jason served us our breakfast, Lillie and I had our cigars on the patio and, afterward, she got ready to leave. She had a wicked glimmer in her eyes, and a parting gift for Jason in mind. "Get your ass over here, slave." At this point, nothing should have surprised Jason, but he seemed start...

I suggest that the reader check out the first parts of this story before reading. Comments are appreciated.The following morning, I awoke at 6 AM with a raging clitoral erection, having been dreaming about pegging Jason with other people watching. I summoned Jason from his spot at the bedside and told him to lick me. He did so, much to my satisfaction, for multiple orgasms, and I made a mental note that he would receive r...