#Harshness:-3-🌶🌶🌶

After dinner, her boyfriend had made some excuse — gone to meet a friend about some drugs, he said, and left her alone with his step-father and the other man — a guest, heavy, unattractive, stubbly beard, heavy gold chains, thick, wet lips. She knew who he was, some fashion business mogul. They had ignored her, mostly — talking business and politics, which had made her increasingly mad. She knew that she was pretty, and she knew that they thought she was pretty; she had got into the habit of watching men’s eyes as they noticed her; she knew. And there was something else, too. The knowledge that she was a pretty young girl, on her own with two very rich men … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2700 words

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The interview was going well. She was smiling and flirting with the three dark suited partners. They were in their forties, extremely rich, powerful and relaxed. She was 23, a lovely, sexy thing, dressed in a smart but oh-so-sexy little skirt-suit, even though she was penniless, and aware that her resume was pretty thin. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3600 words

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‘Chloe, we need you in the boardroom in five. Freshen up and look your best please.’ J, over the intercom. Chloe’s heart pounds. All three of them - is this it - are they going to fire her? She feels her probationary week has been all over the place - the giggles, the forgetting things, the twisted stocking seams, her instinctive reactions against groping not always restrained. Her heart hammers as she renews her lipstick, mascara, powder, checks her little outfit, lastly pinching her nipples to stiffen them, so they show clearly through the gauzy blouse. They are seated in front of the board table, an a loose arc, relaxed. There is no chair for her. She stands, nervously in front of them, hands at her sides, uneasy. From nowhere, she finds herself dropping a little curtsey, lifting the tiny skirt yet higher, then giggling and flushing, having flashed her shaven pussy. This is the whole thing - she is so unsure of herself, while they are so cool, grinning at her calmly, while she tries to keep her knees from quivering visibly. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2600 words

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It’s sort of bizarre, that she’s so happy these days. But it’s a fact. She just is, waking up early, stretching herself like a cat, feeling the tone of her body, still feeling the tender places resulting from yesterday’s ’entertainments’— but always remembering with a breathless cross between pleasure and guilt— somehow, she even enjoys the memories of her own humiliations. This morning, it is the mental image of herself yesterday afternoon; on all fours on a low table, face down, arse pushed high, skirt flipped up, thighs wide, hands weakly flat on the table either side of her head, hips grinding as she earnestly, humbly, sweetly begs for yet more flicks of the belt between her legs, proclaiming her willingness, her eagerness, her desperation to come in front of D and his two Japanese clients .. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2100 words

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The ‘phone rang the next day. ‘This is Mr Karsh’ assistant. Am I speaking to Miss Suky..?’ ‘Um .. Yes, yes, that’s me.’ A weird flutter in my chest. He HAD been looking at me! Looking at my body, really. I had been a little shocked - such an eminent man. But it had been impossible not to notice. And I had been astonished to discover that I was responding, finding his rather crude attention interesting - flattering. I would never have expected myself to react like that! I kept cool - it was just an interesting sensation really, to discover that I could get flustered by the obvious attention of a rich old man - old enough to be my father. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes; 5800 words

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It wasn’t pride—far from it; she was intensely embarrassed, even after all this time, quivering with shame to be so exposed, so present herself so wantonly. It wasn’t sex, really, either—although she knew that she was wet down there, that there was a tingle in her belly which she knew from experience would only be extinguished by rough and repeated penetrations. It wasn’t … [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes; 1100 words

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‘I mean .. this .. this is so .. weird..’ - ‘Is it? A man appreciating a beautiful young woman? I should say it’s fairly normal.’ A half laugh; her breasts jiggle only a little, making their young firmness deliciously obvious. ‘No.. I .. I mean ..’ - ‘You being naked for me?’ - ‘Um .. um, yes.’ [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words

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‘You … you can’t be serious. I mean … I … I went with you to that place—yes, OK, The Castle. I went. And … and yes it … it was a turn on… That … that blonde girl… Yes. Yes I did … fancy her. And yes … yes I did, did watch her getting … being hurt. But what! Go there — go there for two weeks! Two whole weeks! Be … used … used like that girl? Fucking chains! Fucking WHIPS! No! No! … NO! [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 24 minutes; 5000 words

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Being used like this - functionally, aggressively, impersonally - happens more and more often. In her old life, if a man had tried this, he would have been slapped down, certainly never been allowed near her again. Such experiences had in fact encouraged Chloe to let her suppressed lesbian urges come to the fore, and, strangely, led her, through twists and turns, to Monica, to this. To being the willing and submissive vehicle for such for such men’s pleasure. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 5 minutes; 1100 words

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Anne-Marie had understood it before they had - had understood the strange, angry, fascinated reaction that Charli had been apparently unable to control when she was around the new girl. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes; 2100 words

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