PREWORD: This is the first in a trilogy of sorts focusing on the sexual relationship between Mike, a typical college-aged guy, and his neighbor's fitness-obsessed trophy wife, Brittany. Enjoy! ***** Although it was only five minutes, I still feel it like it was yesterday. I had just returned back home for the summer after my first year of college. It...
No characters depicted in the story below are under the age of 18. ***** James reclined casually in one of his college's library seats, book held in his hands as his eyes scanned over the lines of text they presented. The chair was comfortable, if not a little worn on the covers at the arms, a sign of the colleges struggling budget, he guessed. He had been...
Brittany Clarkson was playing volleyball in gym class today with all of the other senior students. She was really the only one hitting and chasing after the ball for some reason. She had known the reason. It was because everyone else including the gym coach, Coach Phillip was gawking at her enormous sport bra cased tits. They would bounce and wobble and jus...
Day Five, Paris-Brittany Style Today was Friday and I was planning a hot last night. My cunt ached from eight poundings in four nights. Instead of going to a hotel I planned to be nothing more or less than a married total-slut out on Friday night. It would be heals, plenty of cleavage, my short red mini-skirt, no bra, panty-less. The best gig possible came...
Brittany was a straight-A student in her junior year of high school. She was already looking at colleges and planning her academic future. She had a good shot at whatever university she wanted. Her GPA was high and she was active in multiple extracurricular activities. She even helped out at the local homeless shelter every Friday night. She'd been working...
It was midnight New York time. The triple 7 had been in the air about 2 and 1/2 hours on its way to Heathrow. The flight attendants lounged in the galley reveling in the quiet plane and the chance to shoot the breeze. "Did you see that article about flight attendants in the New York Times?" Brittany asked no one in particular. Pam responded: "You mean tha...
“What could I do?” “I don’t know – something anything but, but – how could you have done that?” “Tommy, I was drunk. I was handcuffed and tied to a chair. I didn’t have much of a choice.” “You certainly looked like you were enjoying it.” “In the context of the situation – I suppose I was.” “In the context of the…we were getting married the next day.” “...
"You've very good, pet, and now you will experience what a good pet gets," Sam purred, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Fire ripped through her as he did, and she felt his broad fingers touch her sides, the gentle massaging of the finger—mounted vibrators warmly caressing the sides of her breasts. Brittany felt herself melting against Sam's lips, closed b...
In this chapter, Jack continues to test Brittany's resolve and compliance, devising more hoops for her to jump through. For those of you who remember, Lost in Space: Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Trigger warning coming up. Rather graphic, caustic, and explosive racial language ensues, as one of the principal characters in this chapter throws around certai...
This is part 2 of a planned three-part story. Thanks to everyone who gave me positive feedback on Part 1 and encouraged me to continue writing. ***** Mark stared stunned for a moment as his employee presented herself for him, looked over to Lindsay's shocked face and then shrugged at her before approaching behind Brittany. "You sure this is OK with you?"...