This is part three and you really should read the first two parts to understand how our heroine came to be here. ***** I ran out of Jack's office heading towards my first job as a fully nude maid. Of course by now I had realized that the cleaning part was the least important of my duties. Looking pretty and posing topless while men jerked off was the most...
“You want me to take this off?” She asked. The girl’s hands clutched her tight lycra shirt, hugging it protectively against her bosom as she danced. Hoots and cat-calls came from the group of guys packed into chairs and sofas around her. To their delight, she began to work the thin material up her body, exposing a toned belly, and above, the bottom curves o...
Chapter 2: China Girl What happened between me and China Girl? That's a question a big fucking percentage of you out there want to know. So I'm going to tell you. If you happened to click on this story because you recognized my name, then it's likely you've read "Fingers of Fury," which was the first post I ever submitted to Literotica. It's a how-to arti...
(It is not necessary to read the first six installments of this series, but recommended.) * I couldn't believe how much my ex-wife loved cock. Absolutely loved it. It was one thing for her to suck my dick twice a week in return for certain monetary favors, but on the recent trip where she blew me in the car under the watchful eyes of several onlooking truc...
I couldn't help but giggle when a friend of mine told all his friends attending the bachelor party that I was a little cum slut and would be part of the entertainment that night. Just the thought of all those hard cocks and making them cum took me to the edge of orgasm. Slipping down my jeans, I lightly stroked my throbbing clit. My friend watched for all of...
My thanks to ladyleveaux for her editing skills, for without the editors the stories would not be the same. All of us both readers and writers would lose a great deal. Book 01: Prague May Be the Death of Me Chapter 01 The sounds of laughter fill the room, coarse jokes and memories flow through the air, old friends becoming new again, made that night one of...
The following is a true story except names have been changed or given nicknames for anonymity. ------ PROLOGUE ------ "Brenda..." I nervously mumbled out as I walked behind her. She stopped walking and spun around. "Uhh, could I grab your number just in case I need help for study or something?" She was startled. "Oh, yeah, sure." She started to reac...
On the stove, the tin coffee percolator strained to keep itself upright as the surge of boiling water leached the contents of the coffee grounds. Wearily, I took hold of the percolator with a rag firmly situated in the palm of my hand. Stopping for just a moment, I could feel the heat emanating from that old piece of tin and the steam slid inside my pores tr...
I don't know if I will ever forget that night. I know that on the one hand I hope to God I never do, while on the other I know it might be best if I did. It was the most sexually exciting event of my life and one I would dearly love to happen again. But at the same time it showed me how easy it was to cross a line and I'm not sure that I want to go through t...
This is a true story. The names have been changed to prevent embarrassment of the people involved. We were all just young people in our twenties. * The bachelor party was a major event in the life of Rosemarie. To her family she was known as Marie, my church going wife. To the ten or twelve guys from the party she was known as, "Rose the whore" and they pa...