Dear Diary, My name is Amaya Fernanda and it is a whole lot harder for me to write these things and admit to them, then it is for you to read them. I guess I try not to think of myself as a whore. I mean who really stops and gets up every morning thinking, "Hey I am a whore, wonder who I will fuck today?" That kinda sentiment is best reserved for bad porn...
This is a continuation of my slutty weekend serving Susan and Alan and follows on directly from "The Kirsty Fantasies Part 2" although it can of course be read in isolation if you wish. Day 2 -- Saturday Evening "Now this will be a night you're never going to forget my slut." Susan said to me, observing me putting my rather negligent maid's outfit on agai...
It was a long, long day at work, with several major changes in the company's strategy to get toward its overall goal even faster. This, of course, meant that I had some extra work to do, so I left the office two hours later than usual. With my girlfriend visiting for a few days, I called her cell phone just before I left, primarily as a courtesy to her. Th...
I'm having a very sad day. Billy told me I was fat and that's why he's not that into me anymore. He didn't actually say anything, or use words, but I just knew what he was thinking. He wasn't the verbal kind - instead guess he just worked long hours and paid the bills while I ran the household single-handedly. For years I've been horribly depressed ov...
Jack was 45, athletic and every woman's idea of a hunk. He had blonde hair which he kept in a crew cut and at six feet two he stood above most people in any room. His large chest was testament to his workout regimen. He had had a heavy two hour workout at the gym that Saturday. Later on he went to a nearby bar to relax, have a few drinks and watch some colle...
The room was small, but well furnished. There was the stereotypical psychiatric couch, a desk, a black and white poster of Sigmund Freud and one of Carl Jung stared at each other from across the room. A brace of diplomas were on the wall, and a bronze ingot lay on the desk with the name, 'Janet Ross, PhD', carved roughly into the surface. A young woman lay...
Chapter 05: Porn Star It was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon, so Jeannie put on a yellow string bikini and went outside to get a suntan. Jeannie used to suntan topless, but she'd recently discovered that men seem to really like tan-lines, so she was wearing a bikini top that had small triangles of fabric which really only provided enough coverage to hid...
It was a run-down sleazy strip club right in the redlight district of the city. Today wasn't an ordinary day in the club. Today was the initiation of the newest whore. And this initiation took place right on stage for any guest to see. The new whore was a certain red-head with supermodel looks, big luscious tits, and a curvy apple bottom. Before, she had...
A big THANKS to Jerry O for helping me edit this story... * Robert had his eye on a NILF, yes that's right, a NILF... Neighbor I'd like to Fuck. Linda was a striking, 42 year old stay-at-home housewife, mommy of three with a husband who was married to his job. Because Robert worked from home it didn't take but a couple of months to learn her weekly routin...
9 The Presentation Peter Hendon sat at his desk in the basement car park, leafing through a porn magazine left for him by the night guard. It was usually the quietest time of the day just after lunch, so he expected to enjoy two blondes caressing one another's mounds in a barn. However, Hendon's studies were disturbed by a van rolling through the gloom and...