She was sitting across from me dressed in a short plaid skirt, white shirt, white socks and black and white shoes. Her hair was fashioned with a ponytail on either side of her head. I could see her hard nipples and knew she had no panties covering her sex. Her cheeks were blushed and her eyes downcast as the words describing her fantasy spilled from her mout...
Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first: Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's i...
Robby, although he was not paying much attention to me, he was getting serious about building my "brand." His intentions were selfish as he allowed me to quit the restaurant as long as I replaced the source of income by other means. I found a file on the laptop that he must have thought was hidden well but I was able to open it. The file had separate tabs f...
It was the usual boring Monday for Helen. The reviled one had left customarily early with the usual lack of any attempt at communication. The house and time were her own to do as she pleased. So why did she feel like a prisoner in this multi-million dollar mansion? Time, she sighed reminding herself and routine, too much of both. She'd met a young, handsome,...
This story is a direct continuation of "Sharing my Wife: A Fun Dance." Thank you very much to Shygirlwhore for helping with editing. ***** I didn't think too much about it, but over the next few days, Michelle seemed different, like something was bothering her. I asked several times and she always said she was fine and there wasn't anything. Even when we m...
"I reached my limit, though, when Roy suggested that he and I have sex in our home, him fucking me on our bed, while you were gone on one of your business trips. This seemed awfully disrespectful of you, which it was, since it was mostly a power-over-you-as-his-cuckold play. I initially said, 'no way'." "But then Roy produced a little adhesive skin patch an...
I suppose being ninety one has its compensations. They are few, but they are there. First up must be that I am too old to die young, far too old! Second is.... Well that's an altogether harder question. My wife left me some years ago, not because she wanted to she, in the euphemism of today, passed away. Actually she just died, as shall we all sooner or late...
These are the stories of some very special girlfriends. Special in the sense that they are not like me and you. No, they might be aliens! Angels... or demons! Maybe they are slime creatures from another planet bent on invading earth? Futas bred by the military as part of an experiment? Fantasy creatures out of a D&D setting or love making Zombies? Men in...
Malcolm eased the big Chrysler off Larry's street and continued west until he hit the entrance ramp to the highway. Driving faster than everyone else around him, his idea of merging with traffic was to launch his car off the on ramp as if his big Chrysler was a race car reentering the track on the restart of race. When he planted his size 16 shoe on the gas...
It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself too, quite apart from its carnal aspects. My heart begins to pound every time I see one of those women in low-cut dresses walking under the lamplight in the rain, just as monks in their corded robes have always excited some deep, ascetic corner of my soul. The idea of prostitution is a meet...