The bar was dark. I sat on a sticky, sweat smelling stool, lifting and lowering my glass onto the bar, observing the different shapes the water stain it formed left on the counter. The woman serving me motioned with her rag; I left her space and she wiped the stain. She wasn't like the other girls; she actually worked with her hands, not her body. The other...
Ok, so mom and girlfriend got turned into succubi, my brother got fucked to death and I had just been taken to Hell. Technically it wasn't Hell but it's some other dimension with demonic looking people so whatever. The point is, I was pretty fucked. How did I escape? Did I have some holy lock picks with me or do some Sherlock Holmes shit and really have th...
Mosaic of Tattoos This is the second story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in Dutch, translations of the Dutch dialogue is included. The Dutch has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. Thank you to NChanta, Antagonee, and Patricia Montclair for their comments and suggestions!...
Please read chapter's 1 and 2 before this, to fully appreciate this story. ***** For the next three weeks Steve watched his wife take black cock after black cock into her ever-gaping holes while her body healed, but of course some added to her marks as most of them slapped her around. But Valerie being the whore she now was smiled through everything even e...
It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. I had just finished a ham sandwich and was returning to my recliner to watch some college football when an idea hit me. It would be a great day for the beach and my wife Pat still had not worn the new bikini that we had bought a few weeks ago. In my mind I could picture my lovely blond wife wearing the skimpy red bikini...
The next morning I took my first tour of the new plant. An interpreter was assigned to me. Carmen was a very nice looking and very intelligent individual. I immediately trusted her to interpret both what was explained to me and my questions back. I also made a mental note to engage her to teach me Spanish and the local dialect so I wouldn't always have to re...
Amber had picked out her shortest skirt that day - she'd known it would draw a lot of attention, and though she had a large collection of slutty outfits, she'd really wanted to make an impression at the party. Of course, the skirt wasn't drawing nearly as much attention as the three cocks she was alternately sucking, or her EE breasts (which had been bared...
Steph lay on the tattooist's table. Fitz, the tattooist told her that he would have to shave her pubic hair for her tattoo. She stood, took off her skirt and dropped her knickers to the floor. She lay back down and spread her legs. While she was doing this Fitz got the shaving gear ready. He turned and looked at her. His breath caught. She was showing him h...
PART THREE - PARIS - 4 - As the sound of snipping scissors was replaced by running water, Saphy shut the door between bedroom and bathroom, leaving Gabe to his own thoughts. He certainly had a lot to think over given what had happened over the last couple of days, a few mysteries that seemed solved only to present new mysteries in their place. So, the naia...
My name is Becky. I met my husband Joe thru his first wife. He is tall and handsome to say the least standing 6'4, 210 pounds with dark hair that is almost black. He could have his pick of woman and I have seen firsthand how when he walks into a room, women sort of gravitate in his direction. I am the extreme opposite at 5'1 and 110 pounds with natural blond...