**The following is a messy fetish story about a woman hired to be filthy as her job. Don't read ahead if you don't like stories of women messing themselves with watersports, scat, mud, trash, skipping baths, and general unwashedness. That will be in here.** Tara paused as she woke up. She was a touch nervous, and rather smelly. She hadn't washed in five day...
Climbing into the Blazer in the early afternoon, broad daylight, was nerve racking enough, on lookers, witnesses everywhere, he picked me up in the parking lot at the Wal-Mart near his house, less than a minute away. This was the routine, ours anyway, I parked in one place, and he picked me up and took me to another. It had been a few years, since we made it...
Chapter Seventeen: The takedown. Hawk's point of view Jordan had just gone down when I heard a shot behind me and a slug exploded into the ground beside my head. I rolled madly to my left as more shots rang out. Arthur didn't seem smart enough to have fooled us, so the bad guys must have tailed him. Too bad they weren't as stupid as Arthur. When the firin...
Her first year of College was nearly over and Christie had no idea how she was going to pay tuition for her second year. She was taking a course in Psychology; something that she wanted to do since her early years. Christie knew the only chance she would have to fulfill her dream was to get a summer job and save every penny. Her job search wasn't going any...
Ree will be the first to admit that when it came to driving the train named swinging, she was the engineer of our particular line. There were times when she'd express a desire to give our participation in the lifestyle a break, and we would. I had no problem with that, that's the thing about the lifestyle, that it's something done, or not done, together. To...
At five minutes of three I pulled up in front of Gleason’s office building. The same security guard we’d talked to earlier was standing out front. He smiled and walked over when he saw me. “Get it fixed?” he asked. “No problem,” I said. “Like I told Gleason, it’s just as good as it was this morning.” Gleason came out at three. I charged him two hundred do...
Chapter 12: First Night's Bite The house of my Mistress had two floors, a gabled roof, porch and attic. i'd soon discover it had a dungeon too. It was painted in shades of gray and not easy to see in the light of a moon and stars now blocked by trees. We were in the middle of the country, surrounded by nature and i felt out of place. The night air may have...
My wife Heather and I live very busy lives. My name is Roger, and I am a malpractice attorney ten years her senior Heather is an MD in her early 30's just started in her first private practice. We met when I represented her boss, and after dating for a year we tied the knot. Our sex life was not very active, as our hectic professional lives took precedence,...
I was at Tessa's house, she was a short 5 foot 4 girl with dyed silver hair. Tessa wasn't very popular so she hung out with me quite a bit. I was a 6 foot brown haired guy who no-one really noticed. I had only one friend and that was Tessa. We've known each other since we were 15 and 14, and we've been close since. She and I usually met up at her house, an...
The next meeting for Joe and Sandi began with Joe receiving a text from Keith. Keith texted Joe's wife Janice often, and he now knew she was out of town. So he had offered to "babysit" Joe for the night, most likely meaning very little dinner and lots of drinks. Joe had been doing well in politely avoiding him, but Keith manipulated Janice into getting Joe t...