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"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
I'm becoming less busy now, and I am determined to finish this story too! Hope you guys enjoy these additions of the story, this one's longer. Don't forget to vote! Thanks! ***** Chapter 1.10 Kenneth "Nice." Damon flattered, fixing the position of the black tactical suit that I was wearing. The whole outfit felt new to me, but this was how I always wear...
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to upload anything new. I was working on a story when my computer crashed [Always back up your work!] I'm working on other stories, but I wrote this one just to remind myself that I could finish one. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always helpful. ***** "I'm not a prostitute," I...
Times had been tough since the family breakup and my mother did what she had to do to make ends meet. She spoke of how some of her dates were "professional" and since it was evident that she liked sex and needed money, then so what? At least she was discreet. Early in life, she had been a runaway and a prostitute, so prostitution was by no means a new thin...
"Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" "Vodka and tonic." "One vodka and tonic coming right up, sir." My customer was an attractive man with salt and pepper hair and yet he didn't look physically old enough to have almost totally grey hair. Handsome, he was tanned with a tight muscled frame, probably just under six feet. He was too rugged and masculine...
(Skip this if you don't like boring behind the scenes stuff. Wow! Over 3000 likes and story of the week for my first story here! Thanks to everyone who has liked, bookmarked or commented. The feedback lets me know what works and what might need work. I would love for this to be the most popular story in its category, so if you like the story, "like"...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
I gripped the bedsheet when he pushed in deep to finish inside me with a loud grunt. He then smacked my ass and placed a 20 next to me head. I turned around to get dressed again as he gushed about how amazing my ass was and asked how a prostitute could stay so tight. He was Underworld but at least he paid, must be my reputation I assumed. So many Underworld...
the first few sentences might upset a few people but maybe some of the husbands will understand... * "Oh, man! As soon as I said 'suck me bitch', I regretted it and my cock started to shrivel. Here's a man that is going to go down on my cock and I can't even be a little kinder? Who's the real bitch here? Fred, reached out and grabbed my cock and squeez...