Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Mila Kunis, Natalie Portman, Hayden Panettiere, Kristen Bell or Laura Prepon. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Over and over again Mila and Laura fucked each other until they both passed out from exhaustion. They then went right back to fucking each other, until eventu...
I recommend that you read through part one, if you have not already, this follows directly on. * I woke up, rather late, the following morning and found my lovely Chantal with her head snuggled into my shoulder and her body pushing against mine. One of her legs was lying over mine although my enormous, for me, erection was pushing it aside. This was so ple...
Tim cupped Emma's arse cheek as they went into the hotel room, stroking her, sliding into the cleft of her cheeks, warming her up a little more, not that she needed it. Charlie didn't notice them come in at all. Not that she could really turn her head with the thick COCKWHORE collar padlocked tightly around her neck. The cords attached to the dildo were als...
This is a sequel to "Hotel Entrepreneur". --- Daisy recalled the event that propelled her whoring (or as she called it, her independent service contract business) into high gear. She had been working as a small-time slut at a hotel, teasing traveling businessmen into paying fifty bucks for a blowjob. Looking back now, she laughed at how she once thought th...
The Host and Hostess check everyone as they arrive. Making sure they are on the invited list. Making sure no has invited or brought with them anyone under 18. They meet at an old castle. At a party thrown by a fetish group. Where she is the Prize tonight to be auctioned off (unbeknownest to her) There first encounter that evening was of her offering him a...
The next several days were filled with typical vacation events – sight-seeing and shopping, frolicking on the beach in the sun, lazy naps under umbrellas by the pool and shows or night-club activities in the evenings. For the most part, we were intimate only with our respective partners although our close quarters still led to plenty of voyeuristic opportuni...
(Read the series Good morning India for the background of the adventures of Kira) * - Kyrhan, you are the luckiest man I have ever met. I'm sure you don' realize it. I would happily pay one million pounds to have someone like Kira as my mate. - Do you have problems with your wife Linda, Peter? You have been married for ten years now and I had always thoug...
We ate some blueberry muffins with butter. Karen had another glass of wine. I had another Diet Coke. She had moved from the floor to the Murphy bed while I heated up the muffins in the microwave. The Murphy bed was not in direct view from the window. Karen was naked as required. Her sexual scent filled the suite. No two women on the planet had the same scent...
There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit tha...
Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** The second that Chloe and June got through the door of Apartment 23 they were all over each other, as was the new norm between them. But it seemed especially true tonight, which wasn't all that surprising. Not because it was their f...