1. Firestorm Part 1


    Date: 1/2/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: sir-jeff, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    front of the majestic view of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the entire complex. "Wow," was all she could muster. "Wow indeed," chuckled the buxom executive, as she lightly locked the door. "This place is bigger than my last three apartments!" Marie declared. She stood before the incredible view and gazed out at the dying sunlight. "It's getting late. I better get home." "What's the rush?" She was closer than she thought she was. Almost behind her. Marie stood frozen for a moment as Caroline's hands slid over her hips and up her waist, raising her dress and exposing her satin panties. Red, of course. "Well I can guess your favorite color." "Ummm....Mrs. Stevenson..." "Carol," she interrupted as she moved up her body to cup her sumptuous breast. "Carol, I'm really uncomfortable right now, I think I should leave." "Do you really want to?" She started to say "Yes, of course," but stopped herself and really thought about it. Did she want to leave? It was true that she was no lesbian and had never been with a woman, but something about Mrs. Stevens....Carol, intrigued her. The way her hands felt as they massaged her heavy breasts, the smell of her hair as she nibbled on her earlobe. Did she want to leave? No, she did not. The next day Marie awoke in a giant four poster bed that she had never seen before. She tried to remember where she was. In a moment of realization that caused her to blush terribly, she remembered the previous night's events. She and Carol had made ...
    love at the office after everyone had gone. And again in the elevator. The parking lot. Her car. And several times in her incredible mansion where she now awoke. She blushed again to think of her wantonness, to indulge in such behavior was not like her, especially to do so with her boss. Her embarrassment got her looking for her clothes. Unfortunately, she couldn't find them. Or any other clothing. It was when she was standing in the middle of this spacious bedroom, totally naked and bewildered looking for something to cover herself with, that she noticed the young maid watching her. She swallowed a scream as she grabbed the covers from the bed to cover herself with. How had she not noticed the girl sooner? She had been so still, so silent that she must have glanced by her several times while searching for her lost clothing. She did however detect a slight smile on the young girl's face now that she saw her. It ticked her off slightly to think that the little upstart might be enjoying her predicament. "I don't suppose you know where my clothes are, do you?" she asked hotly with more than a little anger in her voice. "They were taken to the laundry room to be washed, Miss." "Well, is there anything I can wear until my clothes are clean?" "I can find you some clothes, if you like." "Yes, please," she said, still blushing. The girl left and returned a moment later with a dark red sheath dress and heels. She laid them on the bed and when Marie went to pick them up, she gently ...
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