She was a naughty little flirt, working at a gas station not far from my house. The station was conveniently close, so I often stopped there to buy beer, lottery tickets, and sometimes even gas for my vehicles. Jessie was about 5'3'', maybe 150lbs, short dark hair, engagingly dark eyes, and right around 20 years old. I noticed she had nice teeth-probably the...
Alan pulled on his gloves, turned of the light and pulled the door closed behind him. He waved to the night watchman at the desk as he left the building and to the gate guard as he left the ultra secure compound of Maggie Maye Cosmetics, where he had worked as a research chemist for almost 15 years. He pulled into a service station about a 1/2 mile down the...
Author's Note: Sorry about the wait between stories. This one involves a guy getting used by slime. (including his ass) If that's not your thing, here's your warning. ***** Jake practically inhaled his early morning coffee as he rushed to work. It was a cold January as was to be expected up north. His old Toyota Carola had kindly informed him of how low th...
I had always heard about how some women enjoy flashing their pussy and tits to men in public, but until recently I had never witnessed such pleasures. Oh, sure from time to time I would spy a beaver shot or enjoy the view of a delicious cleavage. But I never saw one that was intentionally displayed (or at least I didn't think they were). I had stopped for g...
Note from the author: My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read....
Welcome to the Love and Limousines Chain Story. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be. I hope you will enjoy the individual tales and let us know what you think...
I sigh and growl at the low fuel indicator in my rental car trying to intimidate the thing into stopping it's incessant winking at me. Eventually however the pointlessness of trying to threaten a lifeless object convinces me to take the off ramp into some town that advertised with being the proud owner of a gas station. I had hoped to be able to continue my...
From Pueblo we turned south on Interstate 25 headed for first Albuquerque and then to Las Cruces. The mountains near Raton were steep for the Midget, but it purred its way up the hills and coasted down the other side. Our laughter and delight in each other were evident as we rolled our eyes at each other and teased. For once our lust was not so hot that we h...
"Just a few more minutes and maybe I can get there," Kat muttered to herself. But tonight would be like the previous two nights. She had Bert flat on his back on the Fort Stockton, Texas, motel bed, and she was riding his cock as he just lay there. Light filtering in through the inadequate curtains from the headlights of passing cars sent the silhouette of h...
It is not surprising that so many stories—adventure, comic and creepy—have been written about the railways and railway stations. We have the delightful "The Railway Children' by E Nesbit; then there are Arthur Conan Doyle's stories about the master detective Sherlock Holmes, which would just not be the same without the call for a 'Special'; and one of Dicke...