Summary: Submissive slut gets facial after facial from co-workers. Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. Note 2: This is part six of a multi-chaptered story: In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabet...
This story takes off from where the last one ended. Enjoy... And have people stopped writing in now a day?? Write in people... ------------------------------------------------- Prince knows that Jenna is not going to let this Lola slut off that easy, and gives her a worried kind of look as Jenna stands up and wipes the filth covering her face into her ow...
This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe ****** At the arena in Dallas, TX where the WWE is holding Saturday Night's Main Event on July 15, 2006, The World Heavyweight Champion, Rey Mysterio is entering his locker room after his team consisting of himself, Bobby Lashley and Batista defeated King Booker, Finlay and M...
Meet Suzanne Oliviers, a sixty-year-old French Canadian BBW living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life after retirement has never looked so good. Standing five-foot-eight, curvy, with short, spiky silver hair and lively blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses, Suzanne is a busty, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed dame who still makes the fellas smile wheneve...
The Mexican girl stood in front of me and wriggled out of her cheap black panties, sliding them down her tanned legs and over her ankles where she kicked them to one side. "You like, Meester Spencer?" she batted her long eyelashes and smiled coyly. I did like. She'd got dark, sexy eyes, black hair that tumbled down to her slim, naked shoulders and big roun...
My rusted, green Toyota Tercel pulls into the mall parking lot. I pick a spot at the back, beyond where even employees park. The next car is a blue pickup 20 spots away. No one parks here, except at Christmas. But I know that I'll soon need the privacy. I'm a freak, a cross-dresser, a sex weirdo. I've driven to this suburban shopping center an hour from my...
Claudia woke up. She could feel that she was lying on something soft and warm. She opened her eyes, and sat up slowly. She was in what looked like a woman's bedroom, lying on a made-up bed. In front of her was a dresser, with a set of expensive-looking perfume bottles. To her right was a walk-in closet and a bathroom. To her left was a closed door. There w...
My name is Charles Harrison Javier. Friends call me C.H. I'm a big and tall, somewhat good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A couple years back, I graduated from Brockton Community High School and these days, I attend the South End Institute of Technology or S. E. I.T. My high school days were dreadfully dull but my coll...
All names, places and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is totally coincidental. This story is a humorous fantasy, written some years back and with some references to certain women's names which may mean something to the Clintonic era of scandal archivists. * So these three kings arrived at this une...
The three of us were sitting in a small alcove in the Meadows bar, working on a very big problem. It was Thursday afternoon and we were on our second single malt. We usually played golf on Thursday afternoon, but today we were arguing about how to handle our mutual problem: Pedro. Pedro was our Mexican pool guy. And he was fucking our wives. It is a complic...