Stacy and her best friend Megan were ready for a night on the town; they were both wearing a skintight body suit that had the legs and arms cut out of it. In place of those, they had gloves and leggings that fit half way up their thighs and forearms. Megan had her dark hair hanging down to her shoulders, while Stacy had jelled her light brown locks so they s...
I was in a deep sleep when the phone rang on Sunday morning. It had been a productive but typically night of coding, and my brain was craving sleep. The shrill ring of the phone broke the precious silence and caused me to spring to as seated position. I grabbed the phone reluctantly and found that it was Trish on the other end. Trish is a coworker at the ban...
This is kind of an epilogue that explains what happens to Ambrosio once he becomes property of Matilda in Hell. If you are unsure about the situation, go back and read Chapters 1, 2 and 3. Thanks for any feedback! -------------------------------------------------- 'Intus Abyssus' (Latin - In Hell) Ambrosio felt warm. It was the first sensation he felt wh...
I was at a friends party and didn't feel like taking part in any of it. My girlfriend was with her parents out of the country and would not be back for at least another month. So I talked to some friends for a bit and made my way to the furnished basement and watched TV as the music blared upstairs. My girlfriend was gorgeous, and not that she'd put out if...
Don't be to rough on me. This is the first story I have ever wrote. It's based on mostly true events It all started on the day of my Divorce from my beautiful wife. I know it sounds messed up but hang in here with me. We got divorced because I was an asshole. I treated her like shit, cheated, was violent and to top it all off I was a dick. Why she stayed...
After our bout with Greg and Jeff, Kelly and I continued our afternoon delights. She had loved being used by three guys and told me I was a special person to so willingly share her with my friends. She then told me she wanted to return the favor and bring one of her friends into bed with us. The big day came and we met at Kelly's house. When I saw Jill, my...
Angela worked hard to empty her man's balls. She did not think about the cold concrete floor upon which she kneeled, or her aching jaws that stretched over the veins and skin of the magnificent black cock. All she could think of was how to make him feel so good he would let her be his girl again. Just a few weeks earlier , before she met Thomas, she was a s...
This occurred about a year and a half ago. My wife and I had decided to separate (a joint decision - we just grew apart). It was all fairly amicable and I still lived there while I was looking for a place to stay. I have fantasized about her fucking other men; which she did a few years ago, on a couple of occasions. After a while this just helped to fuel my...
"I need the map." I shook her shoulder as gently as I could. Susie opened one eye and stuck out her tongue, turning toward the passenger door. "Can you get it? It's in my bag." "Do I smell chicken?" Both eyes were open now and she sat up, blinking at the brightness. "Yeah." I nodded at the bucket on the floor. "I need to know which exit." "Did I really sl...
People who know me would probably describe me as a mild, down-to-earth, sensible chick with a wild streak at times. Of course, this wild streak is embodied by my disregard for what others think of me and my love for driving fast cars and taking my Harley out in search of a little trouble on a Friday night. As far as my family and most of my co-workers know,...