Sleeping Forest by Renier Laroche (best english books to read for beginners .TXT) 📖

at her as he slammed her harder and harder. "I'm gonna fucking cum in you and dump all my fucking cum into that tight little cunt hole!" It was fucking awesome to cum in his new slave as he degraded her, making her into the cunt she was, good for nothing but pleasuring his cock. Shawn slammed his new slave down one more time, making absolutely sure to get every bit of the length of his raging dick buried inside of her tight cunt hole as he could. He was able to get the head of his cock past the cervix, which gripped his cock like a pussy within a pussy, milking him completely dry and he shot rope after rope of his hot sperm into her womb. He shuddered as he tilt his head back, eyes closed, moaning loudly as he was swept away by the sensation. They stayed like that for over a minute as their climaxes subsided. Shawn relaxed and his wife fell to the bed. He reached over and grabbed one of the hand rags they kept by the side of the bed for this sort of occasion, taking time to make out in the process as he slowly withdrew his still hard cock. He pulled his head back from hers and slapped her cheek as he grabbed her face with his free hand. "You're fucking mine now," he said with a big grin on his face. Abby looked up submissively into his eyes with her own smile on her face. He was right, she was his, and she couldn't have been happier. Bow or Kneel

 Stephanie sat back down at her desk after another long day. Looking at the mounds of paperwork that await her weary eyes. Her voice was tired, and her body ached from her work managing the small factory. Playing back the day in her head slowly as always to make sure she did not forget anything of importance that needs to be done before leaving for the day.

"Ugh!" she grunted in frustration. "Running this factory properly is becoming so mundane."

It had become so natural to be in charge, giving orders out, but having to answer the same questions every day was wearing her young soul thin. On this day, Stephanie once again found herself in front of her computer, finishing her paperwork for the week, just like she had in every other week since she had taken charge of the company. She glanced up at the screen and noticed a pop-up ad for an online personals service.

"Hmmm. I wonder if I could meet someone real through a website like that." She sighed and decided against clicking on the banner.

"I am so tired of being in charge of everything," she thinks, as she signs more documents on her desk. "I really need to find a place where no one knows me and where I'm not responsible for every single thing that happens."

Stephanie finished her last few tasks and prepared to turn off her computer, but she glanced at the monitor before closing the window. A new ad had appeared, different from the first. She read it carefully, gaining interest with each word:

TIRED OF BEING IN CONTROL? WANT TO LET GO?

DON'T LOOK ANY FURTHER! YOU WILL FIND IT HERE!

Stephanie could not believe her eyes. "Is this what I am looking for?" she asked herself. She had no choice -- she clicked on the ad with hardly a moment of hesitation. The ad had drawn her to it for a reason she could not explain. "Maybe there, I can let go of my control and someone else can make all the hard choices."

She got out of her chair for a moment, walked to her private bathroom, and stood still as she looked into the mirror. "I used to think I was attractive but I've lost that glow somewhere along the way." Stephanie knew her appearance was still very arousing to most, but it fell well short of what it had been. "I'm still young. Where did my glow disappear to?" She looked at herself closely.

Her breasts were still voluptuous and perky. She opened her suit jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse. The curves were just right; she stepped back and admired them. "Mmm, I still have a tight body, even if no man has touched it in so long." Stephanie rubbed over her ample breasts and felt her nipples becoming aroused as she touched them through her shirt and bra. She bit her bottom lip and glided her hand down her flat stomach. Her womanhood ached badly as her touch approached.

"I haven't let a man touch me in so long. Dating is so much trouble. I wish I could just let go and let someone else make their demands clear to me."

Her hand stopped over her pleasure zone and pulled her skirt up, revealing a garter belt and a pair of black panties that fit her shaved womanhood perfectly. Stephanie ran a finger under her panties, tormenting herself slightly as she watched it move in the mirror. The motion brought some life to her body. She knew now that she had to go to that site and seek out a different lifestyle. She let out a sigh and brought her hand back to her side. She took a final look at her stern, worn expression and knew she had to make a change now before she could lose her courage.

She walked back to her desk and opened the website. The site seemed to be out of her comfort zone, but for some reason she could not leave. She read over all the information and decided to move forward. She felt her body reacting to every word she read.

"I think that I need this very, very badly." Her pulse heightened as she filled out her information. "I've never let anyone command me before but I need a release."

Her eyes lit up as she discovered that a Dominant man might select her from her profile within a week. Her heart raced faster: "I know that I want this, but there are so many questions I want to ask." Her mind flew to all the possible consequences of her naive choice to let someone control her. Once her profile was complete, Stephanie decided to check back everyday for a response. Feeling that she had been descriptive enough, she saved her profile and closed the site quickly before she could change her mind. "Well, that's done. I can always ignore any responses and just forget about it."

She knew in the back of her mind that nothing would be further from the truth. She needed this experience of release to bring her soul back to life. As Stephanie turned off the light in her office, she realized that she has made a huge change in her life with just one click on an online ad. "I guess important things pop up in our faces when we least expect them."

On Monday morning she entered the factory building for the start of another typical week. She wore her usual work attire -- a dress suit and her hair done up in a bun, all very professional. But on this day ... she was excited. She hadn't checked the website at all over the weekend and could not wait to look.

"Okay, maybe a quick glance. No harm in that."

Her heart was racing, and she felt very nervous for the first time in years. She walked into her office and told her secretary to hold all calls. As she slid into her chair, she marveled that someone like her could actually be drawn to this type of lifestyle. She had always thought of herself as so in control, but she felt inexplicably drawn to this, and all the research she had carried out that weekend confirmed her interest.

Her hands were in knots as she found her way back to the site. She saw that she already had several responses to her ad.

"Wow, I didn't think I'd get one, let alone this many." She read over them all and stopped at one that struck her eye. She reread it twice and knew it was Him. He did not ask any personal questions but simply requested a meet. He offered a legally binding contract for one or more nights with her. The conditions stated that he would be the one to dominate her fully. She became so nervous and excited, and her heart beat so fast that she could barely reply to him. She felt parts of her body awakening that she has not felt since high school.

"This is so different! I feel like a teenager going on her first blind date."

She composed a reply knowing that the final decision would rest with him: if he thought she could handle him, she would receive the contract in the mail within a day for her to sign and have notarized. She hurriedly finished up and turned her focus to her factory. Once she regained her composure, she began her mundane routine for the day.

She was sitting at her desk that afternoon, going over her notes, when she heard her secretary accepting another package from the messaging service.

"Ugh," she thought. "More paperwork to fill out again." Her secretary handed her the envelope. She opened it and quickly rushed her secretary out of the office as she recognized what she held in her hand. "Wow, this was quicker than I expected."

There it was -- the contract, already notarized on his side. He outlined every detail in the text, and her heart raced as she read them. She felt herself glowing at the clarity and directness of his demands. There was no guessing involved. "I knew he was the one for me," she thought. She felt a nervous excitement building within her. She quickly signed her half before she could change her mind, and she called her secretary Derek, in to have it notarized it. Fortunately, the secretary was her best and most trustworthy employee. She knew the contract wouldn't draw any attention and would be treated as private.

She placed the contract back in the envelope and sealed it quickly with her shaking hands, handing it to her secretary and telling her to rush it. She wanted to eliminate every possibility that she might back out of the thrilling arrangement she had just made for that Friday night, at a well-known hotel. Yet, her palms were sweating so much that afternoon that she excused herself from a meeting early, for the first time in years, because her mind kept racing over what she had committed to doing. "I must be crazy. Why did I rush into this? What's going tohappen to me? I know that everything was laid out perfectly, but what happens if either of us breaks the contract?" Her heart was racing in anticipation already, and it was only Monday.

The week seemed to drag by, and her stomach was in knots on Friday morning. She kept asking herself what she had gotten into. She hid most of the day in her office, too nervous to be around anyone. She told her secretary that she wasn't feeling well and that she would do all business by phone. Her body felt impossibly excited and