Roxanne: Submitting to the Masons, #2

By Katrina Millings

On summer break, I was bored  and alone in the secluded mansion with no one but Mr. and Mrs. Mason for company When Mrs. Mason catches me in a compromising position, it isn't long before I realize the mistress and master of the house have their own idea of how to pass the time. First, however, I have to decide if I want to join them in their play room, in the attic, where only special guests are invited. I can't wait to submit to their every desire and prove I'm the girl they're looking for. I know they're the couple for me, too. In the Mason house, no fantasy goes unfulfilled and there's no place I'd rather be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katrina Millings
• Release date: Feb 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215807088

Book preview

As I held the vibrator, Callie's parting gift to me, my pussy was a wet, throbbing mess, aching to be filled. In my mind, I kept seeing Randy's big fat cock. But no, I couldn't call Callie's boyfriend and ask him to come over and give me a good quick fucking. Even a spoiled witch like Callie deserved better than that. So I was left to make do with this toy cock, though honestly it wasn't that bad of a deal. It was just as big, perhaps even slightly bigger than Randy's dick.

I gave into temptation and lied back with my legs spread wide open and let the tip of the humming toy buzz against my clit. It was like little tingles of ecstasy shot into my nub all at once. It felt damned good, but it made that emptiness in my pussy even greater. I bit my bottom lip and hissed as I moved the toy to my wet tight hole. It felt even bigger than it looked. And the vibration pulsed so intensely I'd barely managed to get it a quarter of the way inside me when the door flew open.

I was caught by surprise at the intrusion. Mrs. Mason, however, standing in the doorway staring down at me with my pussy wide open, looked outright shocked. For a moment, that is. After she recovered and her mind registered what she was seeing she looked more amused than offended.

I wanted to let you know we came home early. The chef is making a late night dinner if you'd like to come down and join us, she said, shutting the door behind her. Unlike me, she was smart enough to lock it.

Oh, Mrs. Mason, I'm so sorry, I gasped tossing the