This is a sequel to "Hotel Entrepreneur". --- Daisy recalled the event that propelled her whoring (or as she called it, her independent service contract business) into high gear. She had been working as a small-time slut at a hotel, teasing traveling businessmen into paying fifty bucks for a blowjob. Looking back now, she laughed at how she once thought th...
Disclaimer: This story is the longest I have written, and I caution that it is a long read before the first sexual action takes place. I tried to devote a lot of space to character, setting, and narrative development, and I hope that you will appreciate that for the purpose of creating a quality, interesting plot surrounding the sex. If that's not what you'r...
I was sitting in my car outside of the gym, thinking about what Gina-Marie said, and about the lust in her eyes and probably mine as she fucked my ass with the dildo the week prior. She and I were both imagining that the dildo was a real cock. Could I go through with it? How would I even approach the topic? You can't exactly walk up to someone and say "Hey,...
Julie made just enough noise coming in the door to wake me up. After a couple of minutes, I heard the click of her pumps as she walked up the stairs to our bedroom. She put a tape in the VCR, turned the TV on, and let me watch her undress in the static glow that emanated from the screen. She undid the zipper on her slinky black cocktail dress, and let it sli...
XXVIII The Pursuit of Happiness Alex 2026 "Can I help you?" Alex asked the smartly dressed young woman he spotted striding through the office late in the evening. The fur coat and dress she wore was undeniably expensive, so she almost certainly wasn't a member of staff. Even this late in the evening it was curious that she'd been able to get past secur...
Brian had been working with me for about a month and we had gotten friendly. For some reason that I couldn't understand no one else in the office seemed to like him. It could have been because he was black, but that didn't really make sense because from time to time we had other blacks working with us and the crew had always gotten along with them. Brian h...
I tend bar in an upper middle-class lounge in the best neighborhood in the city. I've been a bartender for ten years and have worked in several bars but this one is the nicest by far. Tending bar isn't rocket science but I enjoy it. The hours are long but the work isn't difficult and I meet some nice people. Several months ago I met some of the nicest people...
We left my boss's party, me sober and my wife Sandra solidly drunk: I was driving us home. She was talking loudly as I opened the door for her, and I could hear her continuing on as I walked around the back of my red sedan. But when I opened my door, I realized that my Massachussetts-born wife was talking in an exaggerated Southern accent. "What are you d...
Please read parts I, II and III before this. I promise - it will make more sense. Over the following weeks Anita and I had some amazing sex - on some occasions she was dominant and at other times quite submissive. We experimented throughout the house, and outside in the garden. I guessed that her demeanour on these evenings reflected what she had witnessed...
For over two decades, I've dreamed about Joyce's breasts. Or, I should be respectful and call her by her married name, Mrs. Coppersmith. She was my first employer's wife, and we formed a kindly friendship based on mutual interests in the arts, music, and theater. I would often see her at events, dressed to the nines and looking stunning for an aging wife....