The inheritance – part 2

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A whole week had passed since her aunt’s funeral and just two days since her ‘date’ with Eric. But two days was not enough for Sophie to come to terms with what she had done. She had lain awake at night, wondering how she could have been so wrong about herself. If you had asked her a week ago if she’d ever have sex for money, she would have cursed you. Now she cursed herself, called herself a whore or worse. A whore however, did not make as much money as she would by fulfilling her aunt’s last three contacts. A whore just got paid for sex, Sophie did so much more. ‘Fantasy fulfilment’ her aunt had called it. Sophie wasn’t sure whether that made it better or worse. If she was being honest with herself however, what bothered her most was not being paid for sex. It was the fact that she had enjoyed it; not just the sex, but the taboo feeling she got by being paid for it. She had two more contracts to fulfil and she did not feel guilty about that, she looked forward to them. She’d meet one of the other two clients after work today. ‘You should be ashamed.’ She told herself when she found out how wet and excited she got, just by thinking of meeting this stranger. But her self-scolding only turned her on even more. ‘Just wait.’ She said to herself. ‘They won’t all be like Eric. Who knows what this guy wants to do to you. And the contract is already signed, you have no way to stop him.’ This did make Sophie hesitate. What if the other contracts did contain some dark, perverted fantasies of these strange men? She could try to convince them to annul the contract. But that hadn’t worked with Eric, it might not work with the others either. Like this, the whole day running up to the meeting, her emotions bounced back and forth between shame, excitement and fear.

The second customer Sophie would service as her aunt’s replacement had invited her to his home. Sophie was quite nervous going to a stranger’s house, but since he already had a contract with her, there would be no reason for him to harm her in any way. The house she arrived at was quite ordinary, in the middle of a residential area. It made her feel more at ease, believing any man who lived here would be a normal, every-day person. When he opened the door for her, she was strengthened in that belief. The middle-aged man had short grey hair, wore faded jeans and a simple blue sweater. Sophie imagined he was a bit older than Eric had been. This did not make her feel uncomfortable, in fact, she thought it would be weird if one of her customers would be closer to her own age. The man shook her hand and invited her in. “Would you like a drink?” He asked her after guiding her to the living room. It was quite messy and Sophie had to clear away a collection of old magazines before she could sit down in the sofa.
“Yes, please.” She said. “Some water would be fine.” The man left her alone to get the drinks, which gave Sophie the time to look around the room. The furniture looked old-fashioned, like something the man had inherited from his parents or grandparents. There was an old scratching post in the corner of the room, but no cat around. A laptop stood half-opened on the coffee table; Sophie fought the urge to look at what the man had been doing before her arrival.
“So, what I this about?” The man asked when he returned with two glasses of water. He looked slightly nervous, just like Eric had been. These men were used to secrecy when dealing with her aunt. He did not understand Sophie’s role in all of this.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Sophie said. She had again chosen to give the news in person. “My name is Sophie and a little over a week ago, my aunt passed away.” She paused for a moment. “You know my aunt of course, because you had a contract with her.”
The man hesitated. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said. “I’ve known your aunt for quite a while. I might’ve been just one of her customers, but I believe we were close regardless.”
Sophie nodded. “Of course.” She said. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of such bad news.”
The man smiled sadly. “It’s okay.” He said. “My name is George by the way.” He hesitated again. “Do you know, what kind of work your aunt did?”
“Yes.” Sophie said. The man blushed. “That’s the other reason I’m here. You still have an open contract with my aunt and we need to discuss how we’re going to handle that. You see, after my aunt passed away, I took over the company.”
The man stared at her open-mouthed. “You took over?” He asked. “How does that work?”
Sophie blushed slightly. “Well, you contract wasn’t really with my aunt. It was with her company. Now that I have inherited the company, it is my duty to fulfil any contracts that are still open.”

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The inheritance – part 1

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A simple blue card that read ‘Happy Birthday’ was the last bit of communication Sophie had from her aunt. Her birthday was six months ago. It’s not that they didn’t like each other; they just rarely spoke. Since her mother’s death, Sophie had lost contact with that side of the family. Her aunt had been the last one left, her grandparents she could barely remember. Still, she felt a pang of sorrow when the message came that she had passed away. The cause of death was not mentioned in the letter, but at such a young age – her aunt was only in her forties – it must’ve been some kind of accident or illness.
Sophie’s father had called shortly after the message arrived. He had offered to go to the funeral together. Sophie’s relationship with her father wasn’t as strong as it used to be, she had moved out years ago and recently he had started dating someone new. Sophie did not like this new woman in his life, the one who was taking her mother’s place. Still, in times like this family was important so she had agreed to carpool with them.
On the road to the funeral, Sophie sat in the back of the car wearing a simple black dress. Her father – and his new girlfriend – were seated at the front, wearing black again. The mood in the car was silent, outside it was raining. Sophie was rereading the letter announcing her aunt’s death. A note was attacked at the end. It was a request from her aunt’s lawyer to meet with him. Apparently, her aunt had mentioned Sophie specifically in her testament.
After the funeral, Sophie said goodbye to her father, promising she’d be perfectly safe taking the train back home. She met up with her aunt’s lawyer who had attended the funeral as well. He was a well-dressed man in his forties: grey hair and a dark business-like suit. He drove a dark, modern car and took her along to his office.

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They’re just fantasies

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It was a cold and dark night; clouds obscured the moon and stars, leaving the streets in total darkness. Emily was on her way home from visiting her friend. She was late. It was a work night, which meant she would have to get up early the next day. The rules stated that she must be home before eleven on such a night. It was now ten forty-five. If she had taken her normal route home, she would not be able to make it in time. There was a different way however; a series of short-cuts through dark alley-ways through the backstreets of the neighbourhood. Unlike the brightly-lit city-streets of her normal route, there were no lights in these alleys. Emily walked in nearly complete darkness; unable to see the ground beneath her feet. She wasn’t worried about tripping however, the ground was relatively even. Instead, she was worried about who else could be out in the streets, hidden from her in the darkness. Some of these alleys had an unsavoury reputation. Using this route was breaking another rule; her boyfriend Mike worried for her safety when she was out alone at night. This transgression she could conceal however, unlike being late. Her heart rate – which was already increased from imagined dangers in the darkness – shot up as she imagined what he’d do if he found out.
Emily’s footsteps echoed eerily in the narrow streets. Her worry that Mike would spank her – after finding out she’d disobeyed his rules – was replaced by a new one as she imagined those echoes were the footsteps of someone following her. She looked over her shoulder when she turned the corner into a slightly wider street; but it was too dark to see more than the faint silhouettes of the buildings that surrounded her. When she stopped, and listened to hear whether she could hear anyone behind her, there was only silence. She laughed at her own fear, thinking her imagination was running away with her. In the next narrow alley, she stopped again, but this time the echoing footsteps did not halt as she did. Emily looked around but could not see anyone near. She continued walking, her own steps now echoing those of the stranger. ‘Just because someone is out there, doesn’t mean they’re following you.’ She told herself. The sound came closer and closer and Emily’s fear got the upper hand over her rational thought. She increased her pace, walking faster; but the stranger’s steps increased as well. Coming ever closer. ‘I should run.’ Emily thought. But just then a man embraced her from behind, Emily screamed.
“Be quiet.” A low voice whispered. “If you scream I will have to hurt you.”
Emily froze, too afraid to move or reply.
“That’s better.” The low voice said. “You don’t need to be afraid, I just want to have some fun.” He pulled her coat so roughly that she heard it rip before the buttons popped free. Still Emily was too scared to scream. The stranger’s hands reached for her breasts, squeezing them roughly, pulling and kneading them through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” The man said. He dragged her to the side of the road. There was an opening there, a dark area too small to be an alley, just a narrow corridor between two buildings. Emily started struggling then, but the man was too strong for her. Still, she did not scream. He pushed her against the wall face-first. His hand reached down as he pressed himself against her back. His warm breath was right by her ear as he pulled up her skirt. “This will soon be over.” He whispered.
Adrenaline rushed through Emily’s body and with it came an idea, the split moment decision that saved her. She kicked backwards and up, bending her leg at the knee for a quick upward thrust. The heavy heel of her shoe hit her intended target, the man’s crotch, just below the erection she’d felt him push against her bottom. The man screamed and let go instantly. Emily ran.

She ran as fast as she could. Soon the man would be behind her she knew. She wouldn’t be able to outrun him, not in the dark, not on these heels. She could already hear his footsteps. He was so fast, already closing in on her. She knew, this time he would hurt her. But then there was a light; not street-lights, but the moving beams of a car’s headlights. Emily ran towards it, the footsteps behind her receded, the man had given up the chase now that potential witnesses were nearby.
The tears running down her face and her ripped coat told an unmistakable story. As the strange car got closer, Emily hid her face and ran past it. She did not want the driver to see her, to ask her questions of what had happened. She kept running until she reached her own street, brightly lit with street-lights. Finally safe, she ran home and locked the door behind her. She did not stop to take off her coat or shoes, but found her boyfriend waiting for her. For a moment, she wondered whether it was past eleven already. It did not matter, she hugged him fiercely, just holding him without an explanation.
Mike guided her to the sofa. He sat down and let her sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Only now did she truly feel safe. “What happened?” He asked as some time had passed.

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Free e-book for januari

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Hello everyone

I’m a bit late this month with the holiday period and start of the new year and all. But there’s finally a new e-book available in the amazon store.

This means lat months book is available for free for a few days:
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The free e-book contains the full taxi-driver series:
– Taxi driver
– Day at the beach
– Trip to the airport

Have a look at the new book as well, this one contains some of my favourites:
– The maiden and the prince
– The review girl
– Self control
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Enjoy!


The stolen bikini (part 2)

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The air was hot and the sheets were plastered to her skin as Sophia woke in a stranger’s hotel room. It was still early and Michael was still asleep beside her. Unashamed, Sophia threw aside the sheets and made her way – still fully naked after last night’s adventure – to the small bathroom. It wasn’t the first time she woke in another man’s room, not on this trip, nor on her previous holiday outings. She was unembarrassed as she went through his hygiene products for something to freshen herself up with.
It was only when she noticed her bottom in the mirror, that a blush crept up on her face. Sophia had many romantic escapades and one-night-stands in the past. But never had any of the men she’d lain with spanked her. And Michael hadn’t just spanked her; after having sex with her in the public pool, he’d used his belt on her for soliciting sex in such an inappropriate location. The marks of that belt were still visible now, dark markings like bruises and the skin still slightly red all around. Sophia knew immediately no make-up would be able to hide those marks, especially since she liked swimming during the hot summer day. None of her swimming pants would be able to cover them either; none of her pants covered more than a quarter of her voluptuous bottom. She liked to show that off.
Slightly panicked, Sophia kneaded her bottom in front of the mirror, wondering how visible the marks would be under a different light. They slightly stung, a reminder of how she’d been punished the night before. With that sting, the punishment took on a different meaning: after misbehaving out in public, the consequences would be seen in public as well. Normally Sophia prided herself on the fact that she didn’t care what others thought of her. Not the men that whistled or called after her; not the women with their disapproving stares, not the elderly with their biting remarks. But it would be these last two groups that would see in her punishment the confirmation of their assessment that Sophia was a bad girl that needed to be disciplined. She couldn’t give them that satisfaction. The only option was to stay inside until the remarks were faded.

When Sophia returned to the hotel room, Michael was still asleep. Sophia was furious with him. It was his fault that she would be confined inside until the embarrassing marks had faded. He was the one that had spanked her. Of course, she had agreed to it willingly. Hadn’t she, the night before, at some point felt that she indeed deserved what he was giving her? Unable to reconcile that memory with the anger she felt now, she sat down in the bed next to him. It might be her own fault, but he was just as guilty as she was. There was no way she was going to let him do this to her again.
“Good morning.” Michael said, waking just as she sat down. He smiled broadly and let his eyes wander over her naked body.
There was lust, affection and hunger in his eyes. It reminded her so much of what they’d done the night before, that Sophia experienced a small feeling of triumph. “Good morning.” She said. “I assume you slept well.” They always did, the men that had the joy of sharing a bed with her.
“I did.” Michael said. “No early swim today?” He asked.
Sophia blushed and rolled over to show off the marks on her bottom. “I can’t go out like this!” She exclaimed/
Michael laughed softly. “Why not? You should be proud of those. They prove that you’ve dealt with the consequences of your actions and most importantly, what a good girl you’ll be now.”
Sophia laughed in response. “No way.” She said. “I’m not going out until they have faded.”
Michael shrugged. “Very well. I’m going out for breakfast and will probably lounge by the pool after. I do hope I’ll see you later.”

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Free e-book for december

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Hello everyone

I’m keeping up with my schedule of publishing three short stories each month. Today the taxi-driver series became available.

And as always, last month’s e-book will be available for free for just 5 days.
Last month’s book contains the stories:
– alone at the office
– a birthday surprise
– safari

Find it for free on:
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A rainy day (part 2)

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Her high heels echoed through the corridor as Emily made her way to the office from the changing rooms. Last week, she’d spent an embarrassing few moments there, realizing she’d forgotten a spare set of trousers. The one she’d worn, wet with the rain, she’d given to the cleaning lady to be dried. Now, Emily kept a set of office clothing in her locker, to be sure she never had to work in her undies again, with all her colleagues watching. The embarrassment that had caused wasn’t the only reason however. That and the spanking by her boss that had followed – for distracting her co-workers too much – had taught her that she actually enjoyed the attention the incident had granted her. The clothing she kept in her locker encouraged the exciting arousal she’d then felt for the first time. She still came to work on a bicycle, but the comfortable clothing for commuting, were quickly switched for the outfit she wore now. She wore a short black skirt, barely reaching halfway down her thighs and very tight across her round bottom. Her pale stockings with a single black line along the back were held up by a garter belt, their laced tops would be visible if she did anything but stand up perfectly straight. Her blouse was pristinely white and she left enough buttons open for ample cleavage. All heads had turned the first day she’d showed up to work in her new outfit. Emily hadn’t heard any gossip about the spanking her boss had given her after hours, even though the cleaning lady knew about it. It still made her wonder how many knew and who realized the effect it had had on her.

Still most heads turned when Emily entered the shared office space. Some of the men did not hide the fact that their gaze followed her walk all the way to her desk. Their eyes on her body made Emily walk with confidence, head held high, cheeks slightly blushed, and a warm excited feeling pulsed between her legs. When she sat down on her chair, the laced tops of her stockings were slightly exposed. After she crossed her legs, she tried to pull down her skirt to better cover her legs. The motion did not help at all, but it did attract the eyes of her co-workers, which had been its real purpose anyway.
More than once, her male co-workers passed her desk, for a chat, a question, or just on their way to someone else. Emily made sure to lean slightly forward as they looked down into her cleavage or to fiddle with her stockings to attract attention to how little of her long, slim legs was covered by her skirt. When she had to get up herself, she made sure to walk straight as she approached someone’s desk. Only to then bend over at the hips, sticking out her bottom as it strained the tight skirt. The edge of her stockings would be displayed and even the bare skin above it, just below her bottom.
Today was only the third day Emily wore her new outfit. She had been nervous the first time, but now she was more confident. Even when her boss entered, she did not look up from her position, bend over the desk of her friend, wiggling her bottom at their male colleagues. “Emily, could I talk to you in my office?”
When she turned around and noticed the angry look in her boss’ eyes, Emily blushed. She realized she might’ve been enjoying herself a bit too much. “Of course, sir.” She said. She followed him out of the shared office, looking over her shoulder at her colleagues. How many of them new what had happened three days ago?

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Student job (part 2)

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Sophie could hear the sound of a young couple inside the changing room: the sound of light swats and giggling. With the lesson her boss had taught her just a few days ago still fresh in her mind, she suppressed the urge to peek on them. The changing room was placed in the basement of the sex-store where Sophie worked. It was meant as a private area where the customers could try out some of the many kinky items that were for sale. Sophie worked only in the weekends, on workdays she was a student. The heavy letter belt she wore beneath her dress – with a cold metal plate covering her pussy – would prevent any fun while peeking on the couple anyway. She wore that belt every day while working, ever since her boss had caught her peeking at the customers and playing with herself while she did. He had spanked her then too, it had hurt, but it had been exciting and arousing as well. Secretly, she wished for it to happen again.

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The gentleman (part 2)

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It’s been a little over a week since Sam discovered Mike’s website and his stories. After reading that first one that seemed to have been inspired by her, she read many more. Each one resulted in the same warm, overwhelming ecstasy as she could not stop herself from masturbating to Mike’s kinky, well-written fantasies. Sam had never before considered herself kinky, she hadn’t given more than a passing thought to such desires. But in this last week, she had been unable to think of sex without such fantasies intruding and her sex-drive had gone through the roof, meaning she played with herself nearly twice as often as usual. Even her dreams hadn’t been safe. Sam had been single for quite a long time and she was starting to see that might need to change. In other words, she needed to get laid.
Now Sam is not the type of girl that goes to a club just to meet someone and she doesn’t like the idea of a fuck-buddy. Sam’s sexual experiences have always gone hand in hand with a strong emotional relationship. The problem is that there’s no one that’s caught her eye in a while. Except perhaps Mike, though they’ve only talked for just half an hour. All she knows about him is that he writes kinky stories for fun and is several years older than she is. Sam has never dated a man much older than herself, but combined with what she knows about him, his age actually seemed to make him more interesting to her. Sam wouldn’t admit it herself, but she was developing a crush on a man she barely knew. It wasn’t until her friends started noticing, catching her daydreaming and smiling at nothing, that she gave in to the impulse and decided to contact Mike again.

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Free e-book last day

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Hello everyone, just a reminder that today is the last day you can get this month’s free e-book:

Enjoy:
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The new e-book:
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