Becca had fallen asleep on her master's chest and had woken up less than two hours later surprised to not find him there. She looked in the living room and bathroom and he wasn't there either. Then she found the note he'd left her lying on the bed's headboard. It simply said he'd gone out to look into some things and that he would be back hopefully in a shor...
Serial Payback gets WAY out of hand. An original story. Chapter 3 of 4. I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other. I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember, it's o...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Octavia Blake whimpered in pleasure, partly because she still had her wife Clarke Griffin's tongue deep inside her ass, but also partly because her other wives had arrived. The joy of seeing them was momentarily replaced by embarrassment, her cheeks flushing as...
It happened right after Sunday Service. Bob Smythe, he with what must certainly be the largest penis in the congregation, stood next to me at the coffee and donuts table. The room was full of parishioners dressed in their Sunday best. He filled a styrofoam cup with hot coffee and said something that surprised me. "I heard a rumor that a band we like is thin...
Recap: Candace Smith, 30s, was a sexy attractive TV news journalist with a slim athletic body. She had been assigned to interview Steve Fish, the wealthy bachelor CEO of Vee- Imaging. The company was a high tech government contractor which was obsessively secretive about its work. Later she started dating Steve. On each visit to the company she had to go thr...
Thanks once again to my editor "Wires" for his assistance. He really had his work cut out for him on this one and his help made 'sneakers' a much easier read. ***** When my alarm went off I felt Karen stir. She moved closer to me in the bed and grabbed my cock. We sleep naked for several reasons; one of which is being able to have the skin to skin contact...
She leaned over me. Her breasts pressed innocently against my back. "Think you've found the problem Steve?" "Yea, I do. Just hand me the small phillips." She retrieved the screwdriver from the box on the table and passed the tool to my outstretched hand. Again her breasts snuggled against my spine. I leaned further to unfasten the hose clamp on the water...
Sensitivity Training can mean a lot: Part 7 Meanwhile back home. While this can be a stand-alone story, still it is a chapter in the larger story. It takes place back home while Beercan (AKA Jason) is spending his first two weeks at the Institute. Beercan was sent Sensitivity Institute of America because he had sexually harassed one of his employees. His b...
"Come on sweetie, we've talked about this. I know you can do it. I know you want to do it. You need this and I want it." Cheryl, my wife of 10 years is cajoling with me to accompany her and join our neighbors in their world. The black cock hangs menacingly in front of my face. I'm kneeling, naked on my living room floor between the thighs of Shaquan, one o...
I awoke the next morning but not because the wife knocked on the door ... she actually showed up fifteen minutes later, telling me that she and Alex overslept a bit. I asked if she'd been fucked yet this morning and she said no. But that really wasn't what interested me. It was what she was wearing: Her slut swimsuit ... and nothing else except for her heels...