"God damn, bitch... suck that nut, suck it all out, baby." I look down at my next door neighbor Marge... her name's Margaret, but I call her Marge, like Marge Simpson. She's a black granny though, with short gray hair, not a yellow bitch with a blue hair beehive hairdo. She's laid out on her sofa. I'm on top of her, sitting on her huge titties, my ten inch...
I hope everyone enjoys chapter. I'm working on something else that I hope everyone likes as well. Don't worry, I still have plenty planned for this story still, though. Thanks again for reading, voting and leaving comments and messages. It means the world to those of us that write. ***** Carly just dropped quite the bombshell on me. My mind sort of locked...
I don't know why everybody thinks that being Asian means that I'm submissive, nerdy or a total slut for White men. My name is Janine Chang and I'm a young woman of Chinese descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. That's in Canada for those of you without a map of the world in your brains...or access to basic cable. I attend Ryerson Univers...
I'd met Troy a few times. He was a rep for one of our suppliers -- office furniture. He worked mostly with the other Dave in our office. Troy was a bit flash, if you know what I mean, loud and foul-mouthed, always flirting with the office girls, wore his trousers too tight and his shirts unbuttoned. We'd had just one conversation, at our office Christmas par...
Chapter Eight: Moving on to my life at 'The Agency' Some Interesting New Things. It's 5:00pm sharp, we all must be present and ready to enter the eating area. As we all enter a small but purposeful eating area for us sissy girls, we first get a tray and a plate and mug or glass. The sissy maids who prepared our basic dinner have the food out for us. Today i...
Note this chapter was written in collaboration with ‘Docdobber’ After I’d cuckolded my husband with the three twenty year old virgin soldiers while silk scarves restrained him. I’d wondered if his fantasizes of me being a slut wife for him was real or just that in his mind, just fuck games? Would Tony my husband be filled with remorse and misgivings? Knowi...
My name is Rose Darwin. I’m a six-foot-tall, slender young woman of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I have red hair and pale green eyes. People say I remind them of a younger version of the actress Julianne Moore. I don’t know about that but whatever. I am a third-year student at Carleton University. I major in psychology. I’m openly gay...
.... I lapped at her pussy as she intermittently moaned and derided me. "Eat that cunt, you sissy whore. I know you prefer cock, don't you? Answer me slut!" she said as she forced my face deeper into her pussy. "Yes, mistress," I said into her cunt. As I did, she moaned loudly and her pussy spasmed as she gushed into my face. "You are a good little bitch,...
Loud, unrecognizable techno thumped in the background while multicolored strobe lights flashed overhead. Simone took another long drag on her cigarette that added to the buzz she was already riding from snorting three lines on her way here. She leaned her head back enjoying the little wet bites Mallikai was lavishing on her bare shoulders. Wriggling her puss...
I wandered back into the house and made myself a coffee. Vic came down a few minutes later wearing jeans and a very tight low cut red t-shirt. "Well I am off. I will see you later this afternoon." She said, giving me a long kiss on the lips. I accompanied her to the door, pinching her ass as she left. "See you later." I said. Vic got in her car and drove...