1. Insatiable


    Date: 5/12/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: DamonX, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    outfits that he had accumulated for her. For some strange reason there was something incredibly naughty about choosing something that Taylor had purchased to wear for another man. The simple thought made her wet as she perused the assortment of plastic packages. After she had made her choices, Amanda concentrated on her hair and make-up. A few minutes later she was admiring herself in the full length bathroom mirror. In an effort to look and feel as slutty as possible, Amanda had chosen a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings held aloft by a plain black garter belt. Her panties too, were plain black with no mentionable features. For her top, she chose a tight fitting black corset that cinched her midsection and made her average sized breasts seem more than ample. After some deliberation, she also added a tiny pleated, pleather mini-skirt that served more for visual presentation than to actually cover anything. The whole ensemble looked just deliciously trashy. As almost an afterthought, she picked out the collar and leash from Taylor’s stash and fastened the black leather around her neck. The cold metal chain attached to the collar dangled down against her skin, swaying with her every movement. She tied her hair back in a pony-tail and threw on one of Taylor’s bathrobes before making her way into the kitchen. Taking a bottle of Grey Goose vodka from the freezer, she poured a little into a glass and slammed it back. She didn’t want to be drunk, but she did want her inhibitions ...
    to be as low as possible. After imbibing the harsh, icy cold liquid she took another. She then placed the bottle on the black kitchen counter and waited impatiently. He arrived exactly thirty seven minutes later. Brandon was not extremely good looking. He had a slightly better than average face with a very good body. He was average height, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were dark and penetrating. He had a square, well-formed jaw and moderately thick, pouty lips. He rarely smiled, although when he did, it made Amanda tingle. He had a mysterious aura about him. He was quiet, yet confident. Sullen and intelligent. He possessed an almost “James Dean” quality, yet he was capable of brief moments of witty humor when he desired. He was dressed plainly with grey-ish coloured jeans and a simple button-up black shirt. Amanda could tell that Brandon had recently been to the gym, as his hair was still slightly damp and the muscles in his arms were still slightly engorged, retaining that full, pumped appearance that accompanies and especially strenuous workout. Admittedly, Amanda knew very little about Brandon. Aside from his sexual proclivities and drink preferences she had almost zero knowledge of his personal life, his work, or his family. And she liked it that way. He was simply a sexual avatar. A kinky toy to be brought out and used whenever she so desired in order to satisfy her dark, carnal urges. Although she played the part of ...
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