Professor Daren was sweating. Karla had come to class dressed completely inappropriately again, and he was having the worst time trying to hide the tent in his pants. Second row back, the flirty redhead was leaning forward, as if completely interested in everything he was saying. Really, however, the curvy college freshman was giving him a great view down...
I was at home in my studio apartment late one Friday afternoon, putting some music on the stereo and getting a cool drink. I had a very busy schedule. I was a Ph. D. student, taking 3 classes, I was a teaching assistant teaching three classes, and I worked a part time job in order to support myself—the teaching assistant's salary wasn't enough. But I l...
It was my second year in the MBA program when my grades slipped and I lost my scholarship. I couldn't believe it. I worked like a dog, stayed up late every night and had no social life. My day typically started at 4am - I'd run, do homework, have my first class at 8am, and be done with homework and classes at 11pm or midnight. How the fuck did I lose my scho...
The meeting went well, the banker wondering if he might privately invest also. Promising to get the paperwork to both of them, his client not bothered by a possible conflict of interest, I headed home. Everyone, including my wife, was happy to see me, so any fear of discovery I'd held... dissipated quickly. Lexi wanted to go to bed early so I could tell...
(Note; this story belongs in the same series -- and the same future world -- as my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, Thanks for the Memories, The Transgression Solutions, and Once Bitten, Live Twice. You don't have to have read any of those to understand it, though.) * There was one other person in the clinic's exercise room when Stephen entered the pl...
(The Theme of this story was determined by a fan who then secured XXXecil's services as a writer.) Part 5: The Greatest Sin "Let me get this straight, you believe that this airliner, this Flight 69 was the means by which Patient Zero escaped the Amazon?" remarked a joweled, bushy-browed general whose weathered skin and pock-marked face soured with uncertai...
I do love the look in a plump white chick face as I drill my big black cock up her tight asshole. It's absolutely priceless, folks. If you don't believe me, then you ought to try it sometimes. Presently, I'm introducing my pal Amanda Thorne to the fine art of butt-fucking. Truth be told, she's been begging for it lately. She's a big and tall young white woma...
A/N I know it took a while to get this chapter out and you have my apologies, but life does happen and a writer does get busy with other things. Do enjoy this late installment to my story and I do hope you find it to your liking. * Soft dawnlight shimmered just past the drawn drapes covering the wall of windows to one side of Charlaine's bed and the sce...
Lori had been raised Catholic, went to parochial grade school, public high school. After she married and had a child, she began to tell people she was a "recovering Catholic", for she still remembered the Sisters whacking the kids, the boys mostly, with wooden rulers; she remembered watching a nun force one of her schoolmates to keep his hands still inside...
Warning* If you're a person easily offended by sexual acts in relation to religious figures and places of worship, it might be a good idea to skip this story. ***** My name's Lance Longwood. I'm a former 'kick ass' cop. For nearly ten years I hunted down the bad guys and sent their asses to jail. I loved my job but the pay was shitty, so in order to com...