The Rolls-Royce Humiliation

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 4,648
1 Ratings (3.0)

"The Rolls-Royce Humiliation is adapted from a chapter in Samantha Jones’s witty erotic memoir My Life In The Great Sexual Window.

In this excerpt, lovely Samantha, now forty, has joined a women’s secret society, The Sisterhood of the Golden Collar, dedicated to the timeless female search for “unendurable pleasure infinitely prolonged”. Once in the Sisterhood, members give up the luxury of choice to explore the wilder shores of sexuality.

Foolishly, Samantha’s boasted to some of the Sisters that if she really wants any man she can have him—her experience since she was a luscious teenager—and simply can’t conceive of ever being rejected. It would be too, too humiliating!

This evening the Sisters send her to a mysterious sex club where black men and white women orgy in The Fornicatorium and watch sex shows. But Samantha’s instructions are clear. No sex for her. Not until a man called Mr. MacCool finds her. Then she has to do whatever he wants.

What happens after that is a sensual romp in the back seats of a Rolls-Royce. She has to strip and jill off in front of a much younger Mr. MacCool and a former nun while describing her masturbatory fantasies to them. Yes, she has an awesome orgasm but is humiliated by Mr. MacCool when she tries to mount him. In the end though, Samantha gets some revenge. "

The Rolls-Royce Humiliation
1 Ratings (3.0)

The Rolls-Royce Humiliation

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 4,648
1 Ratings (3.0)
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"Mr. MacCool lounges back in the seat like a great, satisfied, arrogant panther. His cock sticks out of his pants like a police baton. And he laughs. No man has ever laughed when I offered sex. Never. In all my life. No man has ever not wanted to fuck me when he had the chance.

“Stop her” Mr. MacCool orders Sharon through his laughter. She tries to push me away. I stumble, try again, my thighs wide, aiming my cunt at his cock. Sharon grabs his cock, pulls it to one side so I can’t get onto it. I slip, fall on the floor.

“Sit back down” orders Mr. MacCool coldly. “Sit down you dirty slut…you can finish by yourself. I don’t want you.”

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