Brittany Stevens sat down for breakfast and opened the local paper, flicking the pages to the Staff Wanted section. Brittany had not had a job for almost half a year now, and money was starting to run dry. Sure, her parents had helped her with her rent, her car, and pretty much everything else, but they were threatening to cut her off so she decided it was t...
This is Part 2 of the Tales from Tennis Class series. If you have not already, I recommend you read Part 1 first for character introduction and development. Chapter 1 As I headed out to the tennis courts to get prepared for class, my mind was still racing about what had just happened. Mostly I was still very turned on by the risky blowjob I had just receiv...
The male ego is more fragile than a raw egg dropped from 40 stories up. But when an egg hits the ground, you know there is just one possible result: innards get splattered all over the place. However, with the male ego, who can say what will happen when broken, bruised or bent. I had always thought that if my wife ever cheated on me I would go psycho and be...
Jason's Mom and Grandmother stood naked in the archway between the kitchen and the living room with their arms folded. Sensing the seething synergy coming from the woman of the house, the room went suddenly silent while one by one, but for Susan, they all looked towards the archway and her. Still poised on her knees in front of her father, Susan hung her hea...
Sameer was losing his mind. He would try concentrating on his work but his thoughts would continuously wander into imagining a sexual encounter with his secretary, Sonia. And how was he to resist this temptation? Day after day, week after week and month after month she had been working with him, sitting directly across from him and giving him an ample view...
Susan's first job was working for a powerful, wealthy, albeit perverted, black man. Oblivious to the horde of Christmas shoppers in his store below and with the music of Nat King Cole's Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire playing so much like elevator Muzak in the background of his private office, Eustace Johnson, a big, black man, had enough of his new, whi...
Editor's note: So many of you have written to me asking questions about what was going on with my ex-wife Nancy Jean, the Blowjob Queen of Ridley High. Here's the latest. * Can a woman be addicted to cock? Not merely enjoy satisfying her partner, not simply getting him off. Not just during the dating process or first year of marriage. No, a woman with a...
This is Chapter 3. In Chapter 2 Jean agreed to have sex with her two bosses to keep her job, and then ran into her old high school crush Chris, at the bar of a fancy hotel. A hot and heavy romance was rekindled between Jean and Chris, but Chris is a man who likes to exhibit his woman. This story contains group sex and a gangbang scene. **************** Th...
I was still admiring the wonderful view of the ocean when the small two-engine jet touched the runway and we were down on the Nadi International Airport of Fiji. I took my time getting out of the plane as I didn't want to miss the chance to wish my beautiful airhostesses a nice day. They had been wonderful and they were gorgeous - all 3 of them. When I g...
As I walked up to my new office I glanced over at the name on the door. Michael James. I go by Mike, but I liked how official "Michael James" sounded. I was moving up in the company, and I had my first office. In a world of cubicles an office is pretty close to heaven on Earth. Sitting down at my new desk I took the newly framed picture of my wife, Shannon,...