PLEASE make sure you read part one of this series, or you won't know how it all started... Disclaimer: The following story IS about real people, the events are also real, although they may have been altered slightly. Both parties agreed to the posting of this series of stories. The names in this series, may or may not have been changed. * Being rather hu...
I love you. You meet me at the door and I smile and hug you. I comment on how handsome you look tonight, and you take my hand and lead me to the car. You tell me how beautiful I am, and how you've missed me since our last encounter. Debbie, you call me. That is my name. You take me to dinner at the finest restaurant in town. Your business associates are t...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 5" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... Before putting on my underwear, I looked at the bo...
My apologies to those who read an earlier version of this that I uploaded prematurely. I hope knowing the story won't spoil your enjoyment of this version. *** When Debbie got up to speak, she spotted Craig straight away. The tiny little bit of eye contact they had as she walked on stage almost startled her. Who was this guy? He was so focussed on her, s...
Debbie had always dreamed of being fucked hard & nasty by a hot fireman. It was her go-to-fantasy. Any time she was a little bored and needed something to day dream about; the fireman came to mind. Likewise any cold winter's night when she needed a little imaginative journey to help her drift off to sleep it was the imaginary fireman who got her there. And s...
All characters are over 18. The envelope sat neatly centered on his desk, his name inscribed on the creamy paper in delicate calligraphy. Roger lowered himself into his chair, his eyes shifting left and right before they returned to his desk He pressed a button on his phone and said, "Debbie, did I have any visitors while I was at lunch?" "No, Mr. Travers,...
This story contains pervasive same-sex action, cuckolding, and rough sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please feel free to pass over it. If these things do tickle your fancy (or something else) please feel free to leave a comment or send me a message. 9. Debbie and Cindy had brought rotisserie chicken, kale salad, and roasted potatoes as the evening's f...
'Creeaaakkk' Debbie sat bolt upright in bed. What was that? Is someone downstairs? Did someone break in? She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, it was midnight; midnight, she was alone and there was someone in the house. Vikki isn't due back until Friday. What if it's a burglar? I'm sure I locked everything before… I'm scared! She pulle...
Debbie DeBubblia was one of a kind. Some thought that it was shameful. Some thought that it was a very good thing and that there should be more young ladies in the world like her. The ones who thought the former were usually the ones who had never had the chance to fuck her. Everybody wanted to fuck her. She had 42DD tits, a twenty-three inch waist, a bubbl...
Bob went bounding off at full speed. Ned, too busy running to hear anything but his own pounding heart and slapping feet, was headed to the same spot. He saw a dark and quickly growing shadow and looked up just as Bob leapt, paws wide and tongue ready for a hello slobber. Before Ned could do anything, Bob knocked him onto the grassy yard of the house on the...