Mrs. Teresa Cherry sat in my office as we discussed her case. At that time, I had my Columbus office at Mound and High, and I was doing volume Domestic Relations work. I can't recall how Mrs. Cherry became a client, but I can recall that she was a divorce client and a Filipino. It was a mild joke that she went by "Terry Cherry", she wasn't a dancer. Her husb...
The last time Natasha and I went out for a night, she acted the flirtatious slut and I fell for it. That's to say, I cheated on my girlfriend and went home and fucked her. "I cut your hair far too short!" Natasha giggled, as she ruffled my hair when we awoke in the morning. "I think it's just fine!" I argued back sleepily, pulling her tiny body on top of m...
I kept busy for about a month grinding on closing the deal. The appointed day came and went without incident and then work dried up. I kept trying to find the next project but the work just wasn't there. I was chasing my tail and it was starting to wear on the people below me and the people above me. After a couple of weeks of that, one of the partners gave...
Author's note: I knew nothing about ponygirls, but I decided to give it a shot and write this story. I tried to stay away from all other ponygirl stories because I wanted to develop my own concept of what it meant. I'm sure many pony fans will criticize me, and others will praise me, but I'm convinced it is one of a kind because I stayed true to myself as a...
The music was just as I liked it; loud, fast, hammering my ears. The deep bass rhythm had my body moving on its own. My hands were raised over my head as my whole body twisted to the beat. The two guys I was dancing with were enjoying it too. I could tell. The one in front of me kept his body moving along with mine. His hands were on my sides and the strain...
Summary: Student turns teacher into cum addicted slut for the day. Note 1: This is a Halloween 2017 Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, thor_p, and Wayne for editing. I've always thoroughly enjoyed Halloween. My holiday begins at the high school where I love seeing the creativity of my students, although that creativity somet...
Ch. III: The Dame in Red Velvet Ray you've got to believe me man. That shit ain't mine. I'm being set up!" Joe exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked at the evidence canvassed from his car. "By who may I ask?" Ray asked in his best yea right voice. "How the fuck should I know? All I know is that this broad comes walking into my office asking me to find her mis...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is not...
Pamela stopped her car in the driveway with a jarring lurch. Her mind was spinning. She had no recollection of the drive home, but the soreness between her legs was a vivid reminder of the previous twelve hours. She glanced up in the rearview mirror and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. 'At least John isn't home,' she thought. 'Saturday morning's are...
"What’s wrong? Why am I only meeting weirdos?" "You just had bad luck, that’s all," Sam comforts her. "Everyone knows you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince." "What if all you’re kissing are a bunch of pigs?" Ellenor moans. "Oh, that’s not fair! That hunk wasn’t a pig, he just had a very small dick!" "AND he was a bad kisser," she point...