Room 2D

Photo-story from Janus 60 Alice waits as instructed, perched with passionate anxiety on the settee footrest, divested of all but her flimsiest white panties and bra. Virginal white. White pop socks emphasise rather than conceal the lissom girlish curves of ankles and calves. Like an untouched maiden she listens in longing laced with terror for the arrival of the one to whom she is such a willing slave; long blonde hair a-tumble, lips slackly parted. The doorknob rattles, and every muscle tenses, rippling Alice’s flawless skin, clenching the dainty nether-rounds which will surely bear the brunt again of her beloved mistress’s firm-handed rebukes. ‘Stand up, little girl! At attention!’ Unlike her fictional namesake whom she curiously resembles, Alice is out of childhood now — the conflicting passions which honey her senses tell her that. Yet the authoritative clear-cut tones, unreachably upper-class and imperious, strike the sim...

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Another AI enhanced repost of a favourite story. Here is Mr Night’s New Attraction from Blushes 47. ‘This is the cash till, I don’t need to tell you,’ Mr Night says. ‘The centre of operations. We’ll have to watch you don’t get your fingers in it, eh?’ He laughs at his little joke, and pushes himself harder against Ann. Against her bottom. Ann gives a nervous little laugh. She has only started this morning, less than half an hour ago in fact. Mr Night’s shop isn’t open to customers yet. So it is only her and Mr Night here. Mr Night and his new trainee assistant. Ann is standing at the till and her new employer for the purposes of instruction, but also and more especially for his own pleasure, is standing pressed close against her back. His loins in particular are pressed hard against the jutting swell of Ann’s bottom. ‘You’ve got a nice shape, Ann. I’ll say that for you. And a pretty face too. But that’s why I took you on, isn’t i...