"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I'm Pam Oliver; I'm in the Pittsburgh Steelers locker room. Here with me are Rachel Nichols and Erin Andrews. Over in the losing locker room of the Arizona Cardinals are Lisa Guerrero and Jillian Barberie. I will be speaking with a number of the offensive team while Rachel and Erin will be handling the defense. In the Ariz...
Note: This story picks up exactly where Chapter 2 picks up, so read the first two chapters first. *** I turned to look at Megan. "So how does it feel?" she said. I thought I could see tears building in her eyes, but she wore a smug grin on her face. "How does it feel getting stabbed in the back? Does it feel as good as her tight little pussy? Huh?" I turn...
This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. There are 18 chapters to this saga and I strongly encourage you to read them continuously (at least the first time around). I think you will find it fun and funny at times, but don't be misled; this is not a...
Stephen adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror, furrowing his brow with failure, he undid it quickly as his wife yelled at him from downstairs. "Are you ready?!" Marisa barked from the kitchen below. Stephen quickly re-tied the knot and moped at himself. Why do we have to match? He asked himself, feeling embarrassed wearing the pink tie. He could hear t...
The arse of my dreams was there on the carpet, stuck up in the air with a glistening pussy slung underneath it, trapped between two hot thighs of someone I would dearly love to fuck. And here was my opportunity as Kris swayed her arse around in circles as she teased me mercilessly, knowing that I desired her, lusted after her; and dearly wanted to fuck the...
The seersucker shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. A dark stain worked its way down the spine as the tropical island sweet dripped. Khakis accentuated his athletic butt cheeks. His feet swiftly stepped past the discarded plastic piece and exposed-bone carcass of a dog. A baby tied to the back of a black mother with a cloth cried with the lethargy of...
Author's note: the narrator becomes less of a douche bag as the story progresses. * Not too many living artists on the planet can get $600 for a pencil sketch, but I can. Jenna wanted a nude as a gift for her husband. She didn't earn much from her gigs as a model down at the guild. Her husband was pretty rich, but because Jenna was such a spend thrift, he...
Monday Every day is just the same. That was her first thought, after the alarm clock rattled the last bleary shreds of dream from her head. I get up in this bed, I know I have to go to work whether I want to or not, she thought. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could ever get a decent night’s sleep. Andrea sighed, a tired sound, and pulled her pillow over her...
"So, how was your spa weekend?" Kayleigh asked as Kate watched her complete her round of renegade rows with an ease she envied. Kayleigh's plank was rock solid, the slight swell of her buttocks barely interrupting the 5'9" line from her heels to her head. Her short black exercise shorts and bright orange crop top hugged her tight curves and left plenty of he...
When I arrived at work I headed straight for my office and spent the next three hours thinking about my wife, about what she might be getting up to in a few short hours. Every so often I would find myself with an erection, and had to resist the urge to pull it out and masturbate right there and then. Every so often I would look out the window onto the Sales...