The four college students heard footsteps approaching the door. "Here comes old Jungle Pussy!" said Rohit. "Smelly jungle pussy you mean," added Ahmed." "Stinky brown ass and jungle pussy!" said Hrishi, trying to outdo his friend. Romesh let out a big howl of laughter just as the door knob started to turn. The class room door flung back with a loud ban...
Nicole had been going on at me for quite a while now about taking her to one of the sleazy amateur strip clubs that I had told her about since talking to some of the guys at the motorcycle club. You see Nicole was a bit of a slut, and was really keen to strip in front of a load of horny guys, especially as I had said they were allowed to touch the strippers...
I got all dressed up. Put on my tight black one piece with a snap up crotch, a tiny transparent black skirt, a black g-string, thigh-high fishnets, six inch black open-toed heels, my black leather choker, big hoop earrings, blue eye-shadow with dark red lipstick to match my finger and toenail polish, and a large black plug. I'm five-eight, one hundred and fo...
This is a story of a woman giving up control of her body to a group of men who spend the night using her body in any manner they wish, much to her pleasure. *** "I wish that fucking bitch would start taking her car someplace else for service," Doug said as Amy left the office to go get her car in the parking lot. "She treats all of us like shit and then bi...
Susan sniffed, she lifted her arms and smelled at her hairy patch. She was so glad that it emanated such strong and sexy-hot odour. God she loved it. Susan was twenty-eight, she'd lived quite a conventional life but often found herself craving something else, something more expanded than the nursing position and the flat in the suburbs. She worked a matern...
Another city, another business meeting. I decided to stay an extra day or two, after all I deserved it, plus no one knew me in this small out of the way spot. I checked into a motel on the outskirts of the city, a sleazy one. The room was everything I wanted, tacky green wallpaper, a big queen sized bed, tiny bathroom complete with a full length mirror, a c...
The Play Is The Thing 1 Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5...
"What the!" I exclaimed, as I found myself in a gray void. Nothing around me except this gray fog. No sounds; nothing to see; nothing to feel. "Actually that couldn't be right." I thought to myself, because I could hear my own thoughts; but apart from that I wasn't feeling a damn thing. I knew that I was dead. I mean that I knew that bitch, had shafted me...
Here is a recent correspondence I had with a young lady who had read my stories and wanted to humiliate herself by telling me some of the most shameful and embarrassing things about her own private parts: Hey!! I'm a young Indian girl and I would like to share my dirty details with you. You turn me on. I love your stories and loved the idea of being one of...
It was a better than average day at the Riding Shop, but it was Black Friday. The store had been on Main Street for nine months and had barely hung on. In spite of being a small city not far from a few horse farms and the country club where there were horse stables and riding lessons for teenagers, the store that specialized in riding boots, jodhpurs, breech...