Born Today - Sex Stories

Born Today

... pushed beyond all endurance of compassion and tolerance. The chauffeur nervously stood in silence after ending his story, unable to guess what might occur next. Soon, Harold's rage seemed to subside and his fists unclenched slightly as he regained control of himself. Sweat beaded his forehead as he seemed to realize that he was back in his office and looked up, almost surprised to see the driver there. A hard and thoughtful look clouded Harold's face as he formulated a plan for his wife. He did love her, or at least he felt he did and loathed the idea of giving her up; he had planned to father many children with her that would inherit his mighty empire someday. Still, a disobedient, faithless wife who ridiculed him behind his back could damage his good and powerful name and this he could not tolerate either and it seemed she was resisting any efforts on his part to voluntarily change for the better. No, Holly must be taught a lesson on feeling less for herself and more for others. Looking back up at the concerned face of his chauffeur, Harold carefully gave him detailed instructions on his next task and where he was to take his Mistress Holly... It took a little more than two days to make the arrangements, but finally all was ready as the chauffeur drove the limousine with Mistress Holly in the back seat towards the city. She believed that this was just a routine day of shopping and drinks, perhaps a rendezvous with some young hard-body who she could use and toss aside. So ...

... absorbed was she in her own thoughts of fun and games that she barely acknowledged the car phone ringing and the driver speaking (she supposed to Harold), agreeing to new instructions he was receiving. The chauffeur apologetically explained that it was indeed the Master and he requested that they come by a waterfront warehouse to pick him up and bring him to the city for an emergency meeting. Clicking her tongue in irritation and looking out the window with irritation, Holly snapped a terse “Fine! Just do it and make it fast, fatso!” before slumping down in the seat with her arms crossed, much like a disappointed child. Pulling up to the waterfront pier, the car stopped and she rolled her eyes skyward from behind the tinted window as she saw the large round form of her husband coming towards her. Fixing a sweetly fake smile on her face, she rolled the window down and greeted him with sugary words. For his part, Harold watched her with hawk-like eyes, easily seeing through her plastic, phony exterior. Smiling himself, he told her to come with him, that he had a very special surprise for her inside the warehouse. Taken aback at the prospect of getting something wonderful and so big that it had to be stored in a warehouse, the greedy bitch eagerly clambered from the back of the car, her mane of red hair flowing behind her as she fairly ran ahead of her husband, anxious to see what was behind the creaky, water-stained doors of the building. Stepping inside the dark building, her ...