"Well don't just stand there drooling on the doormat, come on in." The black hood had come off Stroke-Slut's head, the sudden burst of sunlight that hit his eyes was nothing compared to the radiant beauty that stood before him. Despite hours of jacking off to her on the internet, not the mention their previous sessions, he never seized to be amazed at the si...
Book 2, Chapter 5 -- Prison Break ***** Waking up next to Kelly the next morning was a nice feeling. She was certainly in a good mood, waking up with a smile and a rather nice kiss. Watching her get up and stretch, showing off her body was certainly an even better way to start the day, as she turned around and asked if I wanted to join her for a shower bef...
I hadn't been to New York in a long time. So I heartily resented having to go straight to the hotel in order to avoid the sun. I sulked in the back of the limo, glaring out the heavily tinted window all the way to our destination. I managed to keep from exploding until Stef and I were safely tucked in bed in one of the basement rooms we'd requested for our g...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come to you and show you a nice, brand new deck of cards on which the seal has not yet been broken. This man is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of that deck and piss in your ear. Now son, you do not take this bet, for as sure...
THE MAKING OF A BLACK COCK WHORE Valerie sat there questions filled head. How did this all happen to her? A year or slightly more she was just a normal white girl fantasies filled her head, the usual kind for a 21 year old, plenty of cocks fucking her. Sometimes she was bound so no escape in the end always covered in cum some even pissed on her she was thei...
Author's Note: This story was originally submitted in the Chain Stories category as part of the FAWC experience. I'm resubmitting it in the proper category so that readers following this couple can locate it. This is the continuing story of Ethan and Grace. While it is not necessary to read any other story before reading this one, if you would like more bac...
I live in an apartment right above this little factory that turns old clothes into rags for the metal-finishing trade. It's in Bridgetown, a run-down industrial part of the city that most businesses fled long ago, mainly because it sits in the shadow of one of the worst gang-infested housing projects in the city. Or did. The projects are gone now, torn down...
Chapter 9 Vidya Ketteridge—Fucking the Belly Dancer Vidya Ketteridge was from the sub-continent of India by way of Britain where she had married the weasel, St. John Ketteridge. He married her for her money. She married him to spite her father or mother or both, so any cock would have sufficed equally well. In retrospect, she likely thought many cocks woul...
Day 10 - Sunday 26th May Lucy Davies was a twenty year old nursing student. She had a pretty face, with a cheeky smile, and dyed natural-looking blonde, shoulder length hair that was beginning to show more of the roots than she would have liked. She was slim, with small, perky breasts with pretty little nipples, and silky long legs that made their way up to...
'CRISIS' DAY FIFTEEN 'dEr Steph, SBTA not 2 hav texted U soonR. Bad signal whr we R living nw. Chris & I hav Bin so BY since we muvD. bt we R havN a gr8 tym jst az we hOpD so don't wori bout us. Hs nu job iz goin rly weL. I'm writiN DIS n a real rush. GIV my luv 2 d gang. I'll txt agen s%n. luv Jane xoxo' Jane looked up at her Master for permission. He n...