Andrew and I had been best friends since grade school. We shared the same sense of humour and listened to the same bands, and we were both known pranksters at school. While not exactly popular, we were adept at making our schoolmates laugh and this gave us a certain credibility. At 18 years-old we were pretty inseparable. While I was definitely the better...
On a warm Friday afternoon, Jake "Action Jackson" Baxter stalked like a tiger pacing his cage. Jake was ready to sell a new car to every customer who walked through the showroom door; positive they would leave with a set of keys and a stiff monthly payment and a smile on their face. Jake was the top dog at Costa Mesa BMW. He knew it, the owner knew it, an...
Chloe was not the kind of girl who identified as a tomboy. The term didn't make sense. She certainly wasn't a boy. So what if she had no girl friends, hadn't worn a dress since she was twelve, and avoided nail polish like the plague? It didn't make her any less female. But Chloe had learned long ago that, no matter how she thought of herself, to the rest of...
The Treehouse -- Part II "So, what did you get up to on leave Dave?" I was sitting around a table in a bar not far from base. Around me were my buddies, also back from the end-of-tour leave. We were all having a beer and catching up. It was a mutual B.S. session with all the guys either laughing at stories from the tour or comparing tales of all the drama...
This is the tenth installment of my story about a family with an interesting dynamic. Herein you will see how the professor is reunited with his daughter, and all their lives change for the better. ***** The Professor's Women Chapter Ten: Homecomings As Jackson walked across the campus at the same time Kathy was talking to Audrey, he noticed a dozen or m...
It was the end of Slave Cathy's on-line "training" with her Master. It seemed strange to her to refer to him as her Master, because she had never even played with the idea of being a slave to anyone. Sex slaves were in movies and in the trashy novels she read. They were not real and, certainly, SHE would never be one. She had never met him in person. In fac...
DEA Senior Agent Frank Donovan's POV Ocala, Florida Director Grimes had been riding my ass all morning long, and I was itching to do something. The abduction of Harleigh Ryder had stirred up a hornet's nest, and the result was the full briefing room at the Ocala Police Department precinct house. "Good morning everyone, I'm DEA Senior Agent Frank Donovan,...
I couldnt believe I was staring at a picture on my computer of my 18 year old babysitter's naked pussy. Leaning back behind my desk in my home office, maximized on my monitor, was a picture of Candice lying on her back nude with her legs spread, and a perfectly shaved, glistening pink pussy pointed at the camera. Wow. I mean -- wow. It was the second of th...
Greg Barks' POV Outside Wadena, MN I drove west out of Wadena as Heather huddled down in her seat. "What happened in there?" She kept looking at her hands. "I came out of the bathroom and was looking around. There was this couple over to the left, she was in her forties, graying brown hair and glasses. She was staring at me. When I looked at her, her e...
-- CHAPTER 6: The Houseguests -- *** *SEPTEMBER* "Can you really believe it's been a year?" Taylor smiled and tilted her champagne glass back for a sip. But halfway to her lips, her hand froze and she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning softly. I glanced down to where Cassandra was kneeling between Taylor's legs, slurping my cum out from my wife's saturated...