"Donna, I think I should have a chat with Brad, alone," Barbie said. "You can't keep getting your sex from me every day. Brad needs to be educated." Barbie was sitting up on the headboard of the bed, with her legs crossed. Donna was sprawled on the bed, exhausted. Brad had again left her unsatisfied before leaving for work, but Barbie had taken care of her...
When Thor got off his, well, let's be accurate here... When hot blonde Becky got off her shift, the woman strode down the hallway and poked her head into the lounge. Cruz and Mary were in there still consoling Mark, I mean Margo. Mentally, Mary caught that Becky was watching them, so she sent Becky a telepathic request. It wasn't a bad request or unreasonabl...
Sunday was hell for Nora. The hangover and the devastating reaming that Ricky and Jeff had given her in the car hurt beyond belief. Her vagina was chaffed and red, and the two had so stretched her that she was sure she would never recover. As she stared at the black leather book in front of her, she was sure of one thing. No matter if and how the book had ch...
Chapter 1: Barbie Jo Gets Her Cherry Popped This story is a fantasy story, and with all fantasies we can imagine that no evil exists. That means no disease, so with no disease to transfer to someone else, no need for protection. Remember it is a fantasy world, in the real world evil and disease exists. Protect yourself. Halloween night It was agreed by al...
Megan Richards threw herself into college life at Northwestern University. She devoted herself solely to her studies, wanting to absorb every aspect of creative and performing arts, speech and communications. Her courses varied widely from creative writing to music to drama to an introduction into directing, editing and movie making... and she excelled at an...
Hi; I'm Megan. Gerald Boyton, my husband at the start of the most relevant part of this story, was only the second love of my life. My first love was Johnny James; when I was nine years old. Johnny was one of the rich kids in our predominately middle class school but he didn't act like it. He was kind to everyone and had a sparkly personality. We exchanged...
In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover's fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance...
Jeff Dawson never figured out why his wife of two years went "postal;" actually it was more like "bank berserk" but that term was coined just to describe her activities, so when it started happening the only name he could come up with was "postal." From Jeff's perspective - maybe one a neutral observer might find flawed - he thought he had a decent marriage....
Nora Weldon was far from perfect. She was tall, well educated and the body of a Las Vegas showgirl. In undergraduate and grad school she had been called Barbie, out of jealousy or lust by the other women and men. Either way, it hurt. Because honestly speaking, that’s what she looked like and she knew it. Long legs and big tits, as she described herself. Even...
Apocalypse Slaves Part 10 - Barbie by AlexClayton *** Author's Notes: This one is a bit of the same but also a bit different from my other installments. The plotline in this one was almost entirely fan driven by one of my followers; ABarbieDoll. She gave me her stats and description for use in this story along with her likes and desires. I merely gave...