Please... Mistress... Please it's... been... so many... days... please let... me... cum... and again I was smothered by her pussy. I was breathless, my balls were aching and my cock wanted to break through that chastity. I was never aroused so much in my life, I was helpless and the bondage was cutting through my veins, I just wanted to cum. I wanted to cum...
"Breakfast is ready, Mistress." Mora turned over in the bed and smiled. "Thank you. I will be down shortly." Marlar nodded and, turning sharply on her heel, exited the room, the petticoats of her skirt swishing slightly. Mora yawned and slipped from between the sheets. The maid costume really was a cute touch. It seemed to accent Marlar's dark skin and ey...
Thanks for reading, I hope you love this story. Chapter 11 On the way there we talked about what to expect this year and shared our schedule. This year I only had one class period with him and that was math. I was so disappointed but thought I could still talk to him throughout the day. We finally arrived at our lake house and Aaron was surprised. I show...
We called him The Mouth. He was unattractive, tall and lanky and weak, with pale, noodly arms and knobby knees and ice-pick elbows. His face was splotchy with acne scars and patchy in places the razor missed, and his eyes were a flat, periwinkle blue, made more dull and lifeless by the thick-lensed glasses he wore. I remember when he'd tried contacts for a...
Author's note: This is a spin-off of Mickie's Mine and takes place directly after it. If I do another chapter I'm not sure if it will be a continuation or an alternative version of this. ***** Last night Trish Stratus had been completely and utterly humiliated by Melina Perez, the girl who she was currently watching butt fuck her ex-girlfriend Mickie Jame...
As far as Kaleen was concerned, it was just another night going to bed. Maybe we would make love, maybe we would not. But I new different. And I knew tonight would be exciting. She does not know that I am upstairs writing this story and getting very hard and excited thinking about her and what the night will bring. She does not know my plan for the day and...
The computer screen glowed a bright, vicious blue. It was a clunky, fat thing with a keyboard so sticky below that the letters were obscured with grime. That didn't matter to him. He sat typing away, chuckling gleefully with every stroke. His fingers flew over keyboard at a frightening pace, ignoring the way they occasionally stuck to the keys like sneakers...
The name is Mitchell Dreyfuss. The Hound of Hell. Destroyer of the Devil's Enemies. At first glance I look like your average six-foot-three, 260-pound, dark-skinned and clean-shaven black gentleman clad in stylish Urban gear. Unfortunately, I'm anything but. For starters, though I look like a man in his mid-twenties, I am considerably older than that. You se...
I am a lucky, lucky man. I met Brenda twenty-seven years ago when she was just a cute girl in high school. Honestly, I really didn't pay any attention because I thought she was really a couple years younger than she looked. A couple of months later, I discovered that in fact she was 18 and graduating high school. Being that I was in my twenties, I thought sh...
I'd heard rumors that Daniela had a thing for me, but I had no way of actually knowing if they were true or not. I was certainly hoping it was the truth. Not only was she beautiful, but she was one of the few girls I knew of that actually put out. Daniela can fairly be described as a cholla type. Her skin was light for a Mexican girl, she had long black hair...