Sheree reached over and unzipped my jeans. "Lift your ass up," she purred. "Let me see that big cock of yours." I did as she asked, holding tight to the steering wheel as I raised up. She grasped my jeans and pulled down, the jeans pooling at my feet. My cock sprang out, the blood coursing through its length and thickness. From the backseat, I heard a gas...
I feel your gaze follow me as I re-enter the room. You can hear that I'm already breathing heavier in anticipation. I move to walk past you to sit back down. You stop me. "Down." You quietly but firmly say. The rich, deep tone of your voice makes it clear that its a command and its not up for discussion or hesitation. One word. That one word makes my knee...
Chapter 2. (This is a direct continuation from chapter 1.) The next morning began as usual. Lori had barely gotten any sleep and she woke Terry before the alarm went off. The sex was exceptional and Terry left a healthy deposit of cream in both Lori's cunt and ass. Terry had discussed the plan with Lori and she was anxious to get it started. Lori arrived...
As a result of my scholarship exam success I not only gained a hefty financial contribution to my university fees but I received the offer of a job with a large company during my holidays with a view to joining them when I graduated. While I worked locally during the short university vacations I was required to spend the long ones at the head office in the...
It was a kind of upmarket bar, I suppose: lots of metal and glass overlooking the river, big serving bar in the centre of the room, comfortable chairs and lounges scattered around low tables and soft lighting. There are dozens of places like this around here. I was in town again on business, staying overnight and thought I'd hit a bar. I didn't know the pla...
Author's Note: The world, sadly, seems to be full of those who have trouble discerning the difference between entertainment and reality, unfortunately probably exacerbated by the current spate of reality being passed off as entertainment, karaoke, Survivor, Big Brother, The Biggest Loser and the like. While it is not my intent to debate the values of such...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first fourteen stories you might want to start there...
10. A contrived mini-crisis and slightly awkward preliminaries. A few seconds later the three of them entered the studio cabin. I shook Ben's hand and he introduced me to his soccer teammate Karl. Karl was shorter than I imagined he'd be, maybe only five-seven. He had a full head of curly black hair and was very broad-shouldered, so he probably weighed a...
Peggy Jenkins sat on the front porch steps of the old country farmhouse looking down toward the river. It was time for Roy, her husband, to come in for supper. She had food on the table and all the chores were competed for the night. She had been alone all day because Roy and Matt were working from sunup to sundown trying to get the cotton and corn planted....
continued from "Convincing My Slut Wife" I spent a different night each week at some upscale hotel or motel lounge. I averaged two johns a night, five one night. I got between $50 and $100 each time. Brian was getting close to picking up an extra $1000 a month from my whoring. One time I was interrogated by an undercover cop who said he had heard somethin...