Suit Porn: Taken By The Suits

I couldn’t say how much time had passed since the last of the suits had demonstrated their pleasure at Master & I’s X-rated performance. The chair back dug into my arms, while Master’s tie chafed my tightly bound wrists. It hadn’t taken much persuading for more ties to be donated. Legs spread, ankles bound separately to the chair legs and my mauled tits and well-fucked entrance on full, humiliating display.

Mistress’ Filthy Bootlicker

By Cara Sutra:
There was a timid knock at the door. I knew it was him, he was exactly on time. A good start. The instructions I’d placed in the package had been perfectly clear.
Wear these items when you visit on Monday morning, at 10am sharp. Let yourself in the main entrance, then come find Me in my dressing room. You will kneel, knock and wait for permission from Mistress to enter.

Suit Porn: Fucking Me In His Pin-Striped Suit

By Cara Sutra:
Sat astride my pin-striped suited Master’s lap, completing the circle of his similarly dressed friends in the hired hall, I’d never felt quite so exposed and vulnerable. It was my own fault for disclosing my long-held fantasy some time ago; him fucking me in his pin-striped suit. A cosy little sex scene, just the two of us… or so I’d imagined.

The Day She Came: Fucking My Girl, A Lesbian Sex Story

By Cara Sutra:
She was delicate, feminine, romantic and scarily intelligent. And mine. Jay would describe herself as pretty average looking – but to me, she was gorgeous. Fucking her had been a revelation; I’d never lost myself during sex quite that much. I was addicted. One afternoon in particular stands out from all the rest.

Festive Fiction: The Best Christmas Gift Of All

By Mel MacFarlane:
I knelt on the floor giggling and listened intently to the soft rustle of paper as he moved swiftly around the room. His normally heavy footsteps surprisingly light as he navigated his way around me, hoping that I wouldn’t hear. Over my eyes the blindfold pressed firmly against my skin, allowing only a small chink of light to highlight his large black boots.

Chastity Release – Unlocking & Orgasm

By Cara Sutra:
He looked up at me from where he knelt on the kitchen floor, a solitary tear running down his defeated face. That just caused my cunt to become wetter in beautifully cruel empathy. Finally, he’d completed the distasteful task. His expert tongue protruded, but not out of rudeness or as a plea for pussy. On the tip was a small, very shiny key.