Foreword Wassup, wassup. Hey, this shit is supposed to make you laugh, so don't get pissed, alright? You want some story about a white house wife dropping to her knees in front of some 2,3 meter tall, bald headed, Mr. Olympia type of black dude and worshipping some 12" black cock, I suggest you don't read any further. Try Jordon Lynn's "Faith Debased" or so...
Chapter 7 - The House Having Trish and Brandon living in our house complicated our lives considerably but Megan never complained and I just kept my mouth shut, so it was a real surprise when it was Trish that started complaining that our house wasn't big enough for the four of us. I didn't know what Trish expected me to do about that but I soon found out....
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
Several years ago, I used to work at a private club that catered to the well off. It had tennis courts and an 18-hole golf course, as well as steam rooms and Jacuzzis. I was a towel guy. If you wanted a towel, or basically anything, I got it for you. Most of the women that came into the bath area were mainly late middle aged. They usually were killing time...
Chapter 4. "Pool Party." Pool Party at Poco Jo's and aftermath. Chuck. Hygiene. Satisfaction Guaranteed. Papa Adam and Mama Claire. House Robbery, and Nice with Ice. The next morning, Blen, Amor and Girlie looked forward with excitement to the pool party. Girlie had spent some time by a hotel pool with her customer, though they had not swum. Amor's first n...
"I'm engaged!" Amanda shouted as she opened the door, too excited to even wait until she gathered her parents together. Liz and Jack Hayes had been sitting on the sofa watching television when their daughter burst in with the news. Both stood with big smiles on their faces. It wasn't as much of a surprise as Amanda made it sound. They had all been expecting...
"You can't kill my husband," she instructed, pausing to take a drag on her cigarette. The skinhead standing in front of her watched as she blew a plume of smoke from her ruby red lips. "She has a tender streak, after all," he complained in a mock-plaintive tone. She slapped away the finger that stroked her full lower lip. "Focus," she snapped. "I want that...
FRIDAY EVENING (PART 1 — THE MALL) "Dinner or shopping first?" Ben asked her. This was the first time he had told her what they would be doing tonight. "What kind of shopping?" she asked. "Probably to the mall. We need to find an outfit for you to wear to work tomorrow. The guys want to see you in something new and unique." "Sounds like fun. I'm not rea...
I don't normally do this – add to a story when it's done. I prefer to write, finish something and let it stand on it's own merits. But I honestly felt that I left part of this story undone. The end confrontation with Deanna just didn't have in it all it should have. Rather than editing what is there, I'm going to add this and see if covers what I think it sh...
Day 3 Shannon woke early, planning to spend more time dressing Sean. The abs on Sean's body flexed as she sat up easily. She stopped to admire the view down her front, and flexed her pecs a few times. She listened carefully for any noise from Sean's room, then she pulled her shorts down to get the full monty. She stared at the semi-erect penis, about 2/3...