It was a chilly Saturday night in the small town where I went to college, the kind of Saturday night that left you looking for good ways to stay warm. It was early in my freshman year. I was at a party talking to some friends when I noticed a redhead who popped into the room. She had short but wavy hair, not straight but not too curly, and one of the nicest...
"It's so hard," I sighed. Adam nodded earnestly. It was early Friday evening, and we were hanging out on the balcony of our shared apartment waiting for the sun to go down. I was drinking beer, and Adam was taking shots of vodka to pre-game before he hit the club. He was wearing a collared shirt with the top three buttons undone, just enough to give you a g...
The Peckerwood takes his customary seat across from the three Don's in the Boschertown Tavern. The bar is U shaped; the TV is elevated and positioned at the right leg of the U. The three Don's like to set where they can see the TV, the door and the bar maid fetching beer from the cooler. They await the peckerwood from across the street. He always orders Coor...
Hi, the name's Gough... Wank Gough! Not as in 'van go', which does sound a bit wanky come to think of it, but as in 'wank off'. I like to think it has resonances of wanking as an art form like how my name-sake Vinny's painting 'Starry night' immortalises my purple nozzled yoghurt spinner cumming like a fountain! What I'm trying to get across is the majest...
The name is Gunnery Jackson Gustave. My friends call me Gunn or Mr. G. The name Gunnery tends to give people pause because it sounds unusual. I don't know what the big deal is. What's in a name anyway? Oh, well. Anyhow, I am a tall and ruggedly handsome, newly out bisexual black man of Haitian-American descent in his early forties with some time to kill and...
I was naked except for my wig, my makeup, my stockings and my heels. I sat on Roger's lap, his erect cock deep inside my ass. He was watching a nature program. My legs were spread and his arm was wrapped around me while his hand lazily toyed with my little boy parts. He wasn't fucking me, he was simply impaling me, filling me with his masculinity while I rev...
(This is a continuation of the story of my wife becoming a whore.) Thursday morning my wife Michelle was up early for work. I saw her spending time in her closet examining outfits. In her hand she had a tube top that really didn't fit her. The word SLUT was across the front. This was one of the tops she wore when she became a whore on the weekends for the...
© by MiloXarts 2018 =================================== Dear Reader, thank you for following the story of Jenny! Thank you as well for all the comments I've got for this and all the previous parts! And last but not least, many thanks to WarEagle for editing and proofreading of this story! =================================== PROLOGUE My name is Jenny, I...
"What?" Hazel Johnson screamed "Yeah Mamma, it was her." Malik said. "And so I sat down with the woman and asked her where she got her 'white whore' and she said she took her from some big dumb retard named Clarence because he was so stupid that he shared her with this Jazmine woman. "That big dumb fucker! I'll kill him for this!" Hazel shouted. Hazel Joh...
Another Wrestling show has come to an end. Another night of Gabrielle sauntering down to the ring with every guy in the audience fantasising about fucking her senseless. Another night of Gabrielle being scantily clad as every guy in the audience imagines having her slurp on their cock. It's a big part of the Caramel Coated Goddesses appeal. She's drop dead...