Sitting alone in a surveillance van on the streets of Baltimore was not DEA agent's Miss April Porters version of a good time. April is a member of an ongoing task force in Baltimore comprised of Local police, FBI, and DEA. The task force was 10 months into an 18 months investigation to gather evidence and bring indictments again a sizeable criminal organiza...
He kissed her on the cheek, very properly, almost coldly as he greeted her at Heathrow airport. "Welcome to London, my slut," he whispered into her ear as his face brushed against hers. "My car is just out front, let's get your things." The word "slut," which he seemed so determined to use when speaking to her had not yet found a place in her heart, she was...
This is a tale for all those inner sluts out there who have taken the responsible path in life but let their minds wander back to their dirty pasts when they need a little nudge to make them cum. You know who you are... and hopefully this series of stories will show you that some of us know who you are too... and are waiting for you to have some days off lik...
Dr. Rao and Neeta lay down on the bed for a little rest. She kept her head on his chest. "Take a small nap if you want slut. We have time." "Ok Sir." She closed her eyes. She was tired and strangely, felt comfortable to be with him. She fell asleep after a few minutes. He wondered if Ruby had started laying out the table. Perhaps Ramesh was still having...
"Crawl, Slut!" She snapped her fingers and pointed to her pussy. I crawled naked across the floor on my hands and knees and buried my face into the thatch of tight black hair between her heavy thighs. "Ass up!" Her voice cut like a whip through the silence of this small, empty room; the space she saved to play with her sluts. I rested my weight on my elbo...
My name is Sarah, at least that's what I used to go by prior to one of the biggest mistakes of my life. As of lately I've been answering too, Fuck toy, Fuck slut, slut wife and so on. I didn't see this coming, no way no how. I wasn't really over sexed, a closet slut, not any of that. I was however a little too nosey and a little too quick to use my fine attr...
...The next morning, after their very first night together; they slept in, relishing one another's company, lazing in bed until it was almost embarrassingly late in the day. He arose only to cook her breakfast, (which technically could have been lunch), after which they spent the day wandering the city, window shopping, and laughing uncontrollably at the che...
This is what happened in the days following my story "A Special Hair Styling." I was totally unprepared for the aftermath of my first adventure in sex with a man other than my husband. We'd talked about all kinds of kinky things during sex. I am much more careful than Gene, and try to only say what I mean. We even discuss what we said in the heat of passio...
Kathy was kneeling, naked, in hallway of her home, the forefinger of her left hand idly stimulating her engorged clitoris. Her breathing was controlled, as was her arousal, since she was forbidden to bring herself to orgasm. Her nipples had already been sensitized and were protruding from her large heavy breasts and her vagina was leaking just the slightest...
I do have relatively small hands, at least compared to the rest of me. And they are certainly tiny compared to yours. On reflection, a good thing for you. My hands are strong enough to grip your cock hard or squeeze your balls harder. To pump a dildo in your arse. My nails are long enough to scratch your cock, to leave marks on it, particularly when its alre...