Danny was relieved that the revenge plan had went well. Rick had been humiliated and taught a lesson but not too harshly that he'd do anything crazy. Compared to what Danny had been through Rick got off pretty lightly Danny thought. Rick had even mes... |
After his latest humiliation at the hands of Ben Danny felt low. It was bad enough being gunged and humiliated at Rick's club but at least he was being paid for that and it was just a job. Ben was just cruel, and the fact that his girlfriend's dad wa... |
Over the next week Danny and the guys from the club plotted how to get revenge on Rick. Danny was surprised that Steve, one of Rick's oldest friends, was in on the plot. Steve explained that Rick was always a bit of an arrogant bully and it would ser... |
Danny started to panic. How could this be happening? His girlfriend's dad had watched him wrestling two other guys in a pool of gunge, seen him stripped naked, stroked his cock, pied him and asked to suck his cock. This was his worst nightmare come t... |
Over the next week Danny thought a lot about what had happened at Rick's club. In fact, he didn't think about much else. He was really conflicted as he felt humiliation, even revulsion, at what had happened but at the same time he'd had probably the... |
Next Saturday came around quickly. Danny had spent the week thinking about what had happened, excited to make more money but nervous in case anyone he knew found out about it. As the day drew to a close he pulled on the jock strap, taking a moment to... |
Rick was a young-looking 44-year old who kept himself in great shape. Tall, slim and muscular with neat brown hair and a strong jawline, Rick often attracted attention from younger men.
Rick had always wanted to open his own club and after selling... |
"Hey Jim! Come take a look at this," Julie excitedly called from the couch.
Jim stepped away from the vegetables he was cutting for dinner and joined his wife. She had the website of a local sex-positive adult store pulled up on her phone, and she w... |
When he reached home, just after nine o'clock pm, the house was dark and her car was gone. An eerie stillness hung over the leafy suburban Atlanta neighborhood. As he unloaded his luggage, every sound seemed pronounced, from the metallic thud of the... |
Glenn had become accustomed to being Kiera's stooge and more recently to also being humiliated by some of her female customers. He didn't necessary need the extra cash now as his consultancy career was getting back on track, but he couldn't say no to... |
Katie's Honeymoon and Julie's First Swim
The reception at Hillview ended in a bit of a blur for Katie. Maybe it was the champagne and the wine. It was more likely the excitement of soaking her wedding dress. Katie had never worn anything that envel... |
I was backing up my computer today and rediscovered multiple stories of mudding adventures in Wyoming I wrote over the past 12 years that I had forgotten about. When I do road trips on my own I usually pack some gear in case of an opportunity to hav... |
Alex came into J's suite. "Hey, I need you to have a talk with Kelsey."
J looked up at his manager, the V.P. of HR and his sometimes sexual partner. "Oh?" he asked, "What's up?"
Alex leaned on the desk across from J, "She could use a little more pr... |
The Gunge Show team were revelling in the success of the first programme. Ratings had been unprecedented for a start-up minor channel, and much of the material had been re-posted on the internet.
Kate felt that in some ways the pressure was now gre... |
Original link with pictures here: https://piefacestories.wordpress.com/2023/12/06/js-interview-prequel/
(A F/m WamDom story)
J was incredulous when he was contacted by an executive recruiter for a position as an operations vice-president at a luxur... |
(Notes: All images are artificial, GenAI. This one is pretty standard [for me] "Mess As Foreplay", upbeat romantical stuff. It makes me happy anyway.)
(Original post with pictures: https://piefacestories.wordpress.com/2023/12/05/the-girlfriend-and... |
On another hot summer afternoon, I see Falla again, the lady who collects shells from the sea water. Now Falla was dressed in a very tight prewashed blue denim midi skirt a little wrinkled in front, sexy and a pink blouse. As in the previous story, F... |
Some time ago, every day, in a block of flats in the neighborhood where I lived, there was a maid lady who one day wore a sleeveless green work robe, another day the maid wore a sleeveless blue work robe. The maid had both her work robes wrinkled at... |
As usual a hot day in August on the sea beach, I see Andra coming to the beach, the woman from the previous story who was now wearing a blue denim midi skirt, tight, very sexy on her bottom and a blue blouse, shod with shoes of sports. Andra sat down... |
Some summer afternoons, after finishing the practical work at the university, we used to go to the lake to bathe. In the workshop, we all wore work robes.
On the day I'm talking about, being a hot summer day, I came to the workshop wearing only a b... |
On another hot summer afternoon, I see Andra again on the beach, the woman from a previous story. Now Andra was wearing a dark blue jean maxi skirt, probably new because it wasn't wrinkled, and the same blue blouse as in the previous story. Andra sat... |
Please note - this not mine - this was from an old MSN group back probably in the late 2000s, the author name has been lost to time.
Kate Connor cursed her alarm clock as it roused her at 7:30am. Kate never slept well the night before job interviews... |
Henry and Jamie walked through the door from the cold December evening outside to the warmth of the bar. Immediately found themselves grabbed on the shoulders by one of the bouncers from outside, who had followed them in.
"Come with me" he said quiet... |
Once cleaned up the girls have a meal. It was another all you can eat buffet. Kiri and Stacey are again careful about how much they eat. Emily and Sarah take a fair amount. Whereas Jodie and Sam pile their plates high. The conversation tended to be m... |
With impressive ease, Michael Rosin navigated his torch red Corvette through the Friday morning rush hour traffic of Chicago's north shore suburbs, bound for the campus of Northwestern University. It had rained overnight, and late April sunlight glin... |
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