What would you do if a perfect stranger started to undress you in public? A billionaire stranger. A stranger with good looks equal to that of the hottest movie stars. A fit stranger - obviously capable of love without exhaustion. What would you do??? Stop him? Try to stop yourself? Or merely give in to your own weakness - your desire for the most thrilling, perfect and intense encounter with the most handsome god you ever saw?
This series has our Billionaire god hero compels women to submit to their own weaknesses in the most exhilarating circumstances. Let these stories entice you with ideas for liberating your own lifestyle... What would you do? ;)
Read excerpts below or go to my smashwords for a sample.
This series has our Billionaire god hero compels women to submit to their own weaknesses in the most exhilarating circumstances. Let these stories entice you with ideas for liberating your own lifestyle... What would you do? ;)
Read excerpts below or go to my smashwords for a sample.
Linsay noticed the mysterious stranger at the queue, the bus was almost full, and he entered 3rd from last. Tall, some 5 foot 10 inches, long dark cashmere wool coat – light summer version [...]
"Imagine some of that!" she thought to herself. God to be undressed by such a beast and ravaged would be heaven itself. Linsay smiled inward – she'd gladly let him strip her and fuck her right there and then on that busy bus [...]
The mere thought of it – him fucking her, naked, on the bus, naked anywhere, and cumming inside her – deep deep inside her, in big thrusts and growls, the hot wet jets of cum – made her tingle terribly. She felt herself moisten. Then he looked straight at her. [...]
"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked, politely, but with authority – the decision was already made. By him. Even if she did not want him there – and how could she not – it was his decision. Thank God.
Linsay lifted her bag "Of course!" she yelped, giggled [...]
Then he leaned over, very close, his face lingering one inch from hers. The scent from his body, beyond his cologne. The firmness of his body. His breathing steady yet intense. Lightning sparked through her stomach and tingles bloomed in her deep spot. Her nipples pricked up to full alertness. He kissed with slow, intense, passion – with focus and creativity [...]
He began unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. The third button, the fourth button, the fifth. Linsay let a little soft yelp, as he kept kissing, her eyes widened and looked into his. His gaze was dark, intense, wild, powerful, cosmic, sexual [...]
"Oh God he's stripping me on the bus!" She thought to herself. But there was nothing Linsay could do. Scream? Cry for help? Then what? By the time there would be any rescue she'd be naked and halfway to orgasm. She was quarter way already [...]
Something in his subtle smile told her that he enjoyed making her enjoy it. [...]
He stared at her bare breasts, stared and stared, cupped his hands upon them, tickled them with those long fingers, jiggled them, brushed the nipples. She felt so terribly ashamed and embarrassed. Yet she felt so unbelievably thrilled – her panties were soaking! The tingles surged through her entire vagina, blooming in the deep spot and burning in her clitoral bulb with intense fury. [...]
His fingertips would brush upon her labia majora through her black soaked panties, tickling the top of the inner thigh, then crawling all the way back down to the knee – and even beyond to the ankle, which sent waves of deeper tingles welling up deep inside her. Each time, his fingertips brushed her vulva a little more – longer, fuller, firmer brushes [...]
Heads turned to look, bodies rose from their seats to peak. Some whispers, some laughter – God the embarrassment! Linsay tried to hide, crouch down the seat, cover her bosom. But he – that god – only lifted her higher and held her arms apart firmly, her breasts felt so terribly bare! [...]
She felt herself blush terribly. She could only look at the floor.
"Look them in the eye" the god commanded. She obeyed. She stared at them – gave her wickedest sexiest stare she could. But she knew she couldn't hide her blushing embarrassment, her pointing nipples exposed her shameful arousal [...]
When he slipped his two very big middle fingers deep into her soaking vagina, and began playing 'curvies', curving back and forth, flicking those big powerful fingertips, hammering at her raging tingling deep spot, she simply couldn’t help herself. She began to cry and whimper and whine into his hot kissing mouth, sucking passionately, as he kept flicking those fingers, sometimes surging them up and down, giving a pulsing wave to the flicks. [...]
With a sudden motion – his fingers yanked out causing a surge of tingles forcing her to yelp, he yanked down her panties and tugged them forcefully off her ankles, tore them between his big strong fingers and threw them down the bus. The crowd cheered as she gasped and shuddered. The shock of what he just did was overwhelming. Now everyone clearly knew what was happening. She had to face these people on the bus every day! How would she do it? [...]
When he parted her bumcheeks and asked the men across from her if she has a pretty anus she almost cried. She whimpered and shed tears. She was so unbelievably ashamed – yet showing her anus off to strangers only made her hornier.
"Spread your legs apart – let them see you" He commanded.
She hesitated. Six big hard smacks. She felt the urge to pee herself. Not now – not in public – please. Six more smacks and her anus exposed. She spread her legs, showing off her creamy vulva from behind. He kept her cheeks apart – baring her anus and her partially opened pink for everyone to enjoy. [...]
"Do you like being stripped naked by a stranger on the bus?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Because it's so naughty. I'm so ashamed – and that's thrilling. Somehow it turns me on." She kept talking, eyes closed again, leaning against him, breathing in his scent – which only made her want him more [...]
"Oh God!!!" she shivered, convulsed, hugged closer in shame and passion. "Are they really looking?"
"Yes – they're staring." He said [...]
"Stand up." He commanded, coolly, quietly, with no harshness in his voice. He was too powerful to need any kind of cruelty or coercion. His Will was enough.
Linsay swallowed. Oh God – to have to stand up completely naked on the aisle.
"Please... I can't..." she whined. "I'm so ashamed..." The tingles were burning her entire pelvis – it would take very little to cause an explosive orgasm. And that combined with the need to pee. Those curvies really did not help her bladder. Any more flicking fingers deep inside – and shame would become a deluge of shame.
"Stand up. Let everyone see you." He said again, coolly, with a slight wryness in his voice, a little wily even. [...]
He slowly turned her three times like a ballerina for the crowd to enjoy her beautiful body front and back. Nothing was left to their imaginations. He fondled her all over her body in front of everyone. Then raised both her feet and placed them onto the tops of the seats, spreading her wide before all staring eyes. The crowd went wild. With his hand beneath her buttocks for support, he pushed her up and down – waving her vulva for the crowd. [...]
"Imagine some of that!" she thought to herself. God to be undressed by such a beast and ravaged would be heaven itself. Linsay smiled inward – she'd gladly let him strip her and fuck her right there and then on that busy bus [...]
The mere thought of it – him fucking her, naked, on the bus, naked anywhere, and cumming inside her – deep deep inside her, in big thrusts and growls, the hot wet jets of cum – made her tingle terribly. She felt herself moisten. Then he looked straight at her. [...]
"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked, politely, but with authority – the decision was already made. By him. Even if she did not want him there – and how could she not – it was his decision. Thank God.
Linsay lifted her bag "Of course!" she yelped, giggled [...]
Then he leaned over, very close, his face lingering one inch from hers. The scent from his body, beyond his cologne. The firmness of his body. His breathing steady yet intense. Lightning sparked through her stomach and tingles bloomed in her deep spot. Her nipples pricked up to full alertness. He kissed with slow, intense, passion – with focus and creativity [...]
He began unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. The third button, the fourth button, the fifth. Linsay let a little soft yelp, as he kept kissing, her eyes widened and looked into his. His gaze was dark, intense, wild, powerful, cosmic, sexual [...]
"Oh God he's stripping me on the bus!" She thought to herself. But there was nothing Linsay could do. Scream? Cry for help? Then what? By the time there would be any rescue she'd be naked and halfway to orgasm. She was quarter way already [...]
Something in his subtle smile told her that he enjoyed making her enjoy it. [...]
He stared at her bare breasts, stared and stared, cupped his hands upon them, tickled them with those long fingers, jiggled them, brushed the nipples. She felt so terribly ashamed and embarrassed. Yet she felt so unbelievably thrilled – her panties were soaking! The tingles surged through her entire vagina, blooming in the deep spot and burning in her clitoral bulb with intense fury. [...]
His fingertips would brush upon her labia majora through her black soaked panties, tickling the top of the inner thigh, then crawling all the way back down to the knee – and even beyond to the ankle, which sent waves of deeper tingles welling up deep inside her. Each time, his fingertips brushed her vulva a little more – longer, fuller, firmer brushes [...]
Heads turned to look, bodies rose from their seats to peak. Some whispers, some laughter – God the embarrassment! Linsay tried to hide, crouch down the seat, cover her bosom. But he – that god – only lifted her higher and held her arms apart firmly, her breasts felt so terribly bare! [...]
She felt herself blush terribly. She could only look at the floor.
"Look them in the eye" the god commanded. She obeyed. She stared at them – gave her wickedest sexiest stare she could. But she knew she couldn't hide her blushing embarrassment, her pointing nipples exposed her shameful arousal [...]
When he slipped his two very big middle fingers deep into her soaking vagina, and began playing 'curvies', curving back and forth, flicking those big powerful fingertips, hammering at her raging tingling deep spot, she simply couldn’t help herself. She began to cry and whimper and whine into his hot kissing mouth, sucking passionately, as he kept flicking those fingers, sometimes surging them up and down, giving a pulsing wave to the flicks. [...]
With a sudden motion – his fingers yanked out causing a surge of tingles forcing her to yelp, he yanked down her panties and tugged them forcefully off her ankles, tore them between his big strong fingers and threw them down the bus. The crowd cheered as she gasped and shuddered. The shock of what he just did was overwhelming. Now everyone clearly knew what was happening. She had to face these people on the bus every day! How would she do it? [...]
When he parted her bumcheeks and asked the men across from her if she has a pretty anus she almost cried. She whimpered and shed tears. She was so unbelievably ashamed – yet showing her anus off to strangers only made her hornier.
"Spread your legs apart – let them see you" He commanded.
She hesitated. Six big hard smacks. She felt the urge to pee herself. Not now – not in public – please. Six more smacks and her anus exposed. She spread her legs, showing off her creamy vulva from behind. He kept her cheeks apart – baring her anus and her partially opened pink for everyone to enjoy. [...]
"Do you like being stripped naked by a stranger on the bus?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Because it's so naughty. I'm so ashamed – and that's thrilling. Somehow it turns me on." She kept talking, eyes closed again, leaning against him, breathing in his scent – which only made her want him more [...]
"Oh God!!!" she shivered, convulsed, hugged closer in shame and passion. "Are they really looking?"
"Yes – they're staring." He said [...]
"Stand up." He commanded, coolly, quietly, with no harshness in his voice. He was too powerful to need any kind of cruelty or coercion. His Will was enough.
Linsay swallowed. Oh God – to have to stand up completely naked on the aisle.
"Please... I can't..." she whined. "I'm so ashamed..." The tingles were burning her entire pelvis – it would take very little to cause an explosive orgasm. And that combined with the need to pee. Those curvies really did not help her bladder. Any more flicking fingers deep inside – and shame would become a deluge of shame.
"Stand up. Let everyone see you." He said again, coolly, with a slight wryness in his voice, a little wily even. [...]
He slowly turned her three times like a ballerina for the crowd to enjoy her beautiful body front and back. Nothing was left to their imaginations. He fondled her all over her body in front of everyone. Then raised both her feet and placed them onto the tops of the seats, spreading her wide before all staring eyes. The crowd went wild. With his hand beneath her buttocks for support, he pushed her up and down – waving her vulva for the crowd. [...]