Authors note: In some parts of this story, there will be Conditions, so you will need the "Start Game" button or the story will not make any sense. The Stories where you need it will be marked as such. Edit note: Originally this was planned as a little collection of Whorehouses and the events which take place in them but I realized quickly, that th...
MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
A/N: Surprised at how quickly I got over a thousand views on the first chap. And oooh, todays the 12th of feb. It's my birthday! Whoot. Then again this chapter might not be approved till tomorrow morning. So it'll maybe be the 13th when you guys see it. Hopefully this chapter is acceptable. Don't expect sex right away though. I'm still pretty innocent in th...
Toby and I had one thing in common right off the bat. We both hated our jobs. He was the assistant manger of a convenience store and I was one of his cashiers. We both worked second shift along with another cashier but it was never the same person every night. Second shift was always hectic in our store. Most of the time we had to play catch up from day shif...
If he's going to be stranded anywhere, a good place to be stranded, Tommy was happy and sexually excited to be stranded without power with 20 whores and a madam in a whorehouse. Continued from Chapter 2: Unless they were given directions to it and/or knew exactly where it was, no one would ever find Clayton House, especially the police. Originally built in...
One day Eric the Weenie was coming back from a NASTY (National Association of Saddened and Tampered Youths) meeting when he saw a whorehouse. Eric wasn't the prettiest apple in the tree, so he doesn't get laid a lot. He's so Ugly, the only girls whoever look at Eric are bulimics because he makes vomiting more easy. Since he was right at a whorehouse and feel...
Lexington awoke to the stirring of Enama fondling his testicles. The sun had yet to rise, but he didn't mind the early start to the day. Enama continued to caress his testicles in hand while gently placing kisses on his neck. "Good morning," Enama whispered lovingly. "Good morning." Lexington felt his penis surge with blood as he started running his hand...
Cicero is a "wide open" town just west of Chicago. Legend has it that Al Capone had one of his headquarters there and his mob descendants have a number of heavy duty strip joints there to this day. Since Cicero was safely out of the reach of prudish Old Man Daley, vice still thrives there. Every election year the Cops bust the strip joints for the TV cameras...
Fred was a good kid but the only luck he had was bad. He was smart in school but his social life was a total disaster. He had been trying to get laid for the last four years. He was now eighteen and still hadn't managed to talk a girl into giving him some pussy. He was even a complete chump at masturbation. The first time he tried to jack off following the...
CHAPTER 1 Dick coughed and spat a disgusting blob of greenish mucus, missing my boot by a bare inch. "This is it, pardner!" I was stunned beyond words. My eyes searched the old, rotting house standing in front of me. Window shutters, once obviously night sky blue now faded, were hanging off as if the place itself had just been beaten by a hurricane. The si...