Chapter one Zane Investigative Agency Zane was pounding his big black cock into the pussy of the wife of the CEO of the Georgia Power Company when his phone rang. "Damn, I have to take this. It's on an exclusive line." He kissed the pretty but plump female with overly large breasts and picked up the phone. "Samantha here, you have a call from one Mrs. Se...
It was a glorious hot sunny day and we had decided to make the most of it and take a trip out. We had found a pub for lunch in a lovely country area. After a nice meal and a bottle of wine we decided we'd go for a walk. I was wearing my shorts and a polo shirt. You looked gorgeous in your white summer skirt and patterned slightly see through top with your fu...
Everyone could hear my high-heels clip clop on the wooden floor of the interview room in the Solicitors Office where I work, as I approached the heavily tattooed, bleach-blonde recalcitrant, youth sitting in front of the desk. Wayne Webster was 21 and had been in and out of trouble most of his life. I had been in charge of his case workers for the last fiv...
Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. The DeVilles Chapter 3: Can you keep a secret? Rachel DeVille strutted through her kitchen, her terrycloth shorts clinging to her firm round ass as it swished past the serving area. She busied herself with the...
"Don't look now," said my friend Karen. "Bob is here." Of course, I did look. Unfortunately, he was looking my way at the same time, so we made eye contact. "Fuck," I said. "Well, he'll probably just ignore us." "Don't think so. He's heading this way." I sighed. Trouble was the last thing I needed. I was in a prolonged dating slump (it seemed like I alwa...
You are going to think that I am ungrateful that I am a MILF, but I am more than a little uncomfortable. My husband coaches our kid's baseball teams, so you can well imagine that I have to make appearances there. The fact that my husband is the coach is the only thing stopping the other fathers from hitting on me. The hardest thing about the baseball games i...
"We certainly crossed a line there." In sexual matters Helen was a hedonist, but her bedroom was remarkably austere. Plain wooden panelling, thick drapes to cover the windows, the furniture sturdy and functional but not in the least ornate. She and Samantha lay naked on the massive bed. "You did. Yes." Helen sighed, looking down at her clenched fists. "Ha...
The ride back home from Arnie's party was at first a silent, if regrettably, thoughtful affair. I think Ben knew that nothing could be more effective than silence to let the full magnitude of what I had done - and by virtue of who had witnessed it - what I had become, to sink in. It was all like some kind of nightmare. I had just popped out of a cake stark n...
A roar of laughter came from an open window of the small house on Baltimore street. Saturday nights here in the cul de sac were quiet and, in the summer, when the air was still, sounds would echo off the houses along the street. Inside the house, Joanne and Todd, a couple in their mid-forties, were entertaining their neighbor Mike, a tall dark-haired man, wi...
It had been a wet and rainy day and Kristine was glad to get home. After a long day at the office and then having to fight the traffic, she was ready to relax and enjoy her family. As she entered the house, she put on the TV to check on the weather. She then noticed that no one else was home. Where were the kids and her husband? Usually her husband and child...