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Brock was about 5ft8 with pale skin, blue eyes and blond hair. He was young and smooth bodied with delicate muscles gained from hours in the pool. There wasn't anyone else like that here. It was only his first day and he was shit scared but he tried to hold his head high even as his mugshot appeared on the news. All the guys whispered about him and gave him glares. Brock tried to ignore everyone. He had three cellmates. Daquan was the youngest, about three years older than Brock, 6ft3...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the fifth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. ‘Rocky’ is the chief — you could call him a pimp in other circumstances — of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stand on it’s own as an erotic story, I highly recommend that you begin with the first story, which explains the business and introduces some...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the eighth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. ‘Rocky’ is the chief — you could call him a pimp in other circumstances — of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stand on it’s own as an erotic story, I highly recommend that you begin with the first story, which explains the business and introduces some...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the seventh in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. ‘Rocky’ is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stand on it’s own as an erotic story, I highly recommend that you begin with the first story, which explains the business and introduces some...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the ninth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. ‘Rocky’ is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stand on it’s own as an erotic story, I highly recommend that you begin with the first story, which explains the business and introduces some...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the sixth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. ‘Rocky’ is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stand on it’s own as an erotic story, I highly recommend that you begin with the first story, which explains the business and introduces some...
by Lastone On Christmas Eve three teens are walking home in the snow. When tragedy almost strikes the boy/girl couple can't thank the remaining boy enough. Or can they? (mmf-teens, youths, 1st) If you are under 18 this story isn't for you. If it’s illegal to read it where you are it also isn't for you. Please go elsewhere. Remember it's all fiction, no one was harmed in the writing this story and it never took place. Feedback or comments to [email protected] I felt...
oh and btw heres my email for anyone who would like to message about the stories with ideas or even criticisms or maybe just questions about something either way i'll gladly message back [email protected] Enjoy! *EDIT* Sorry all but this is the 2nd upload of part 2 due to me being a complete dumbass and somehow managing to underline the entire story making it hard to read for many - so I decided to simply re upload it without the underline problem so Enjoy! ...
As always comments VERY appreciated as are criticisms (positive and negative) and enjoy -Mr.E.Nigma- Rockmount Brat Camp Part 3 - part 1 There we stood, me still smelling of his sisters juices, her halfway between us frozen in shock, and him just standing there in confusion. My mouth had run dry, but I still managed to choke out. "Wha... what...
It’s strange the effects of 3 hours sleep, messes with your mind worst than Hannibal Lecter AND that old pervert from the end of the Matrix. Here I was stumbling to my lesson, dressed scruffily in the schools mandatory uniform of a blue blazer, white shirt, blue school tie and trousers with proper shoes, I felt like I was in court all over again. Looking around I saw other kids in similar states of bleary eyed confusion that’s usually heralded by Monday morning, difference was they weren’t...
My train rattled along on it’s tracks with no more choice of where it was going than I did. My head rested against the cool glass of my cabin window, rain lashing the glass, blurring the world outside my window. “A few more hours kid, then you’re no longer my problem” came the gravely bark of my guard, Wilson, a dog of a man, his jowls quivered as he ripped in to a sandwich. “See this is why this country is going to shit” he growled in between bites, “some little shit like you who should...
I woke to the heat of the morning sun on my face and across my chest. I opened my eyes a sliver to see the wooden ceiling of my bedroom, and I sighed. Fuck, that was a good dream… I rolled over, only for something to get in the way. I looked down, and sighed at myself. Morning wood, of course. That always seemed to happen when I dreamt of her… It’d go away soon enough. I rose from bed and ran my fingers back over my head, smoothing my fur. My ears perked forward and I turned to face my bedroom...
I felt my tongue skim across the outer surface of my fangs as I watched her hungrily. The water running down her body made her skin glisten the color of the full moon above. My jeans were beginning to feel tight, and I looked down to see a hard bulge forming. Damn, I wanted her… I’d wanted her since the moment I became interested in women when I was fifteen and she was thirteen. I’d had so many women in the past ten years, all just to get rid of the raging hormones. Every single one, I...
Her taste was absolutely amazing. I swear, if angelic perfection had a taste, this would be it. Her hands were braced against my shoulders, fingers buried in my mahogany fur as I knelt before her, lapping at her blossom. My fingers had a mind of their own, and one found her entrance and worked his way inside. Selene’s fingers tightened in my fur and she moaned out my name: ‘Ciaran… ohhh… oh, sweetheart…’ I smiled at that, and I pushed my muzzle against her heat, my tongue fully licking over her...
Saturday. Hell. Yes. I could hardly contain myself as I rushed around, preparing the best simple picnic dinner basket I could manage. I had a small cooler full of soda, some of our favorites, but also some beer in case she felt like it after the wine. In another cooler, I had packed bread, Tupperware dishes of chicken breast, turkey, and ham and a few bottles of different condiments. It wasn’t world-class, but it was fit for a meal out on the rocky shore by the lighthouse. I reached into my...
The new band singer knew just how to put her new band mate at ease. She looked up at him and began to pull on her pussy hairs, and slowly pull apart her vulva. ‘Here I am!’ she sang. ‘Rock me like a hurricane!’ *************************************************** (Time now for something different, This story is the first of a new series that has has nothing to do with Trangender, bisexual,chubby chasing, Larry/Lori, Ready Jane at Wild Crescent) He was a man of few words. Most of the time his...
Less than an hour after awakening and proceeding with my daily routine, I was startled by a tremendous ruckus: poof, clang, crash. I was even more disturbed when a familiar voice howled, "Shit, Rocket! You're not supposed to do that!"I had just shaken off from a piss. As I zipped and exited the bathroom, I saw Isabel standing in the kitchen looking astonished and ticked off. I was unaware that she had entered my apartment while I was busy doing my thing. She wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that...
Straight SexMelissa just returned to her dorm room from classes. She threw her bag down on the floor and plopped down on the bottom bed of the bunk she shared with her roommate and turned on the tv. Melissa was wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a yellow tank top that left a little bit of her belly showing. Holding the remote, Melissa flipped through the channels searching for something to watch. What should she do.... there were a couple of things Melissa needed to do before 5pm. She needed to go...
Rocketmen: Axis of Evil First off, although this could also be categorized in the Fan Fiction section of CHYOO but I decided to place it here to make it easier to find for enthusiasts of the genre. It's a fun bit of scifi with an obvious Flash Gordon 50's retro feel to it. Rocketmen is a relatively new game that has a bit of a story to it, and so far there are a few mini cartoons to go with the story, for the most part, at least with my thread entries, I will be following the story in the...
Most days I regret becoming a PI. Spending my life digging through the garbage of other people lives. Endlessly telling people the bad news that they already knew. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the...
Originally posted in Nifty TG Page, 3/2/98. Posted here to my new TG home by the original author. SHAMrock Stand-in By Dee Eon "You're all blarney!" my slighted eleven-year-old male ego balked at Maureen and my other Celtic Folk Dance Club troupe members; almost all girls from nine to fourteen save me in our dance studio right then, only the somber looks of despair and desperation in their faces assuaging my bridle of a major ego insult. "Sean--" their pleas chorused. "No...
The new band singer knew just how to put her new band mate at ease.She looked up at him and began to pull on her pussy hairs, and slowlypull apart her vulva."Here I am!" she sang. "Rock me like a hurricane!"***************************************************(Time now for something different, This story is the firstof a new series that has has nothing to do with Trangender,bisexual,chubby chasing, Larry/Lori, Ready Jane at Wild Crescent) He was a man of few words. Most of the time his bass...
Wererock Chapter 1 The Wererock Like most things in this story, I discovered the rock by accident. I had set out to spend the day fishing Marshal's pond thanks to a rented rowboat. The pond wasn't accurately named; it was a large lake with a small island in the center, but it had been called a pond since long before I moved to the area. The island held a small dock and three lonely, isolated trees. I had rowed to the island, content to fish from the pier while drinking frosty...
Anna was vibrating with excitement. She had been waiting to see this band for over a year now. She didn't get to go last year since all the concerts were canceled and it was only now that some of the smaller venues were allowing some shows. Her best friend Megan had hit her up the day before telling that, somehow, she had got her hands on tickets for the two of the to go see the band at a tiny little place called The Rockit. The Rockit wasn't the coolest place in town, due mostly to the fact...
Thanks to: Dowyd, Dragonsweb & DuffieDawg They were the best of friends and the absolute worst of rivals. Sounds like something from Charles Dickens but it was true. Robert and Martin (here after called Rob and Marty) had been the tightest of close friends since they meet at college. Both were big football heroes at their alma mater (a big SEC school that shall remain nameless) and just barely missed getting a National Championship. Rob was a Heisman nominated quarterback in his junior...
Cassie Fenton was very clever, very sensuous, very passionate and rather impetuous. As a result she had been in a few relationships since she began to fill out as a young adolescent. She lost her virginity to a classmate in her last year, but he let her down very badly which shook her trust in boys, so she was more choosy from then on, as she told her friends at university when they asked her why she did not play the field or have a more casual sex life. She had never been promiscuous. She...
"That was good." she whispered. "Too good. Way, way too good." Something in her tone didn't seem right, and he lifted up on one elbow to look into her face. To his surprise, she almost looked like she was going to cry. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I mean it was too good. I mean this is too real. It's not just a fantasy any more. I mean I'm sure that heroin isn't as addictive as the feelings you just gave me." Hearing this made him feel definitely uncomfortable. "Hey,...
"This is how I became submissive." she told him quietly. He bent his ear down to her, and she cupped her hand around it and spoke so softly that a person two feet away could not have overheard what she said. She began to move softly up and down on him as she spoke; "I learned to skate when I was four, and started figure skating classes when I was six. When I was twelve I won the city championships, and placed sixth at the state finals. Not just for my age group, but against all other...
He was awake. There was a sound echoing down the long empty lower corridors of the arena, faint but growing steadily louder. People running, two or three. A yell. The footfalls suddenly close, another shout; 'Hold it right there!'. Amanda wakes up, begins to sit up when the door slams open against the wall with an incredibly loud bang, and she screams. In very quick succession: A figure in parka, scarf and toque sprints across the room, leaps completely over the bed, brandishes a half...
"Shhh, it's okay, calm down..." Both girls immediately began soothing Corey's anxiety with soft voices and gentle massaging caresses. He relaxed, and rubbed his eyes, catching his breath while his heartbeat returned to normal. "You're okay?" he asked, after a moment. "Sure." Cindy re-assured him contentedly. "Wow. That was scary." he stated quietly. "How long was I out?" "Twenty seconds. Maybe thirty." Cindy told him calmly. "That's what you get for hyper-ventilating and...
Cassie and Ged both graduated with First Class Honours Degrees and celebrated with their families and friends at their graduation. Cassie's younger siblings, brother Mike and sister Marie came for the degree ceremony along with her parents. The family, with Ged included, celebrated afterwards with a meal at the hotel at which the family were staying. Two days later, Cassie and Ged celebrated with his parents at his favourite restaurant in Chinatown. He was an only child and thus there was...
"I thought I'd grab some lovemaking supplies." Amanda told them quietly with a bashful little smile. She'd reproduced what Corey had put on his tray the night before as closely as she could. That included a pitcher of apple juice with ice, three glasses, a terry washcloth in a bowl of warm water, two folded fluffy towels, a big bowl of fruit and cookies, a mickey of Absolut vodka, and a jar of skin cream. "Don't mind me. Just carry on with what you were doing." Amanda whispered as she...
Furtive Glance was a band. It had four members plus a session keyboard player. Joshua was the singer, and played rhythm guitar; Peter Thompson played guitar; Amos Sudbury was the drummer and Zak Copthorne was bass guitarist and could play keyboards when necessary though not very well. They were thus a fairly conventional rock band. They played loud heavy music, and pranced about the stage half-dressed a good deal, though recently they had added a few more reflective pieces. They had been a...
The door at the rear of the meeting room was open, and Amanda followed Cindy and Corey into the living room. "God, it's huge!" Amanda said, looking around the room. "I mean, you don't really get a feel for it from the diagrams, but this is really big!" "Biggest prop-driven cargo job I could find." Corey stated proudly. "Aren't you glad I didn't go for some piss-ass little executive jet?" "Am I ever!" Amanda took two quick steps into a cartwheel into a back handspring. "Lots...
When they arrived at the plane they could hear the electric tools of the work crew already installing the living room furniture. They carried the first load of packages into the meeting room and found Maggie there watching TV. "Hey Maggie, wanna give us a hand carrying some stuff in?" Cindy asked. "Sure." she replied, and between the five of them they got the rest in one more trip. "Stay here." Cindy said with a wink, and let herself into the living room to check the progress of the...
The other gigs went well and were all sold out. It became clear that the band's reputation was spreading rapidly. There were downloads from all over the world as well as the UK. At the end of the tour Ged was paid off and Leo called a meeting. "The record company wants Ged Smith to join the band." he stated and waited. "No way!" said Zak. "He's aroused a lot of interest, and that's unusual for a keyboard player," Leo persisted. "We've got the new album to record, and a single to...
"Hold it. Just hold it a second." he said, and sat up while the girls glanced at each other nervously. He put an elbow on his knee and leaned his forehead into that hand, thinking intensely with his eyes closed. Finally he looked up, his eyes locking with Cindy's. "You never for a second really believed that we'd be able to 'love Amanda back to health', to get her to stop being masochistic." he stated. She held his gaze for a moment. "No." she agreed. "Emotionally, I really...
Glastonbury was over. The band had been feted and now there was a month before the world tour began. Ged went to see Leo. "Have you organised a tour manager to travel with us?" he asked him. "Glad you said that, I've been waiting for you to decided on a roadie." Ged wondered if Leo was trying to do the tour on the cheap but said nothing. He would have thought Leo would have appointed a manager already. "Leo, we need to find a manager, and quickly. Time is getting short. We need...
"Turn around, Amanda. I want to feel your titties." he told her. "Yes Corey." she said as she complied, turning her back to him and rubbing her bum against his crotch. His hands flowed over her breasts from her sides inward till his fingertips met in the middle. He massaged them firmly for a few moments, barely noticing the flimsy excuse for underwear covering them. "Yup, this is definitely lingerie." he commented. "How do you mean?" Amanda asked. "It covers enough of you to...
Ged had a number of emails from friends of his that Cassie did not know, telling him about the wedding and commiserating with him over his loss of the girl he loved. Had loved, he thought. A number of them asked when the tour would end and how soon he would return. It gave him an idea. He contacted Catherine Styles In 'Frisco and asked her if she fancied going over some songs and perhaps making an album of his songs which she would sing. She invited him to come stay with her in San...
Markus returned in eight minutes as he'd promised, said hi, gave Maggie a quick kiss, and started scanning the crowd with binoculars. "Okay honey," he said. "I'm gonna take Cindy and Amanda down to watch the show. If you want, you can watch it from the sound booth with me." "I want." Maggie giggled. "Hey Markus, you seem a little tense. Something up?" Amanda asked. "You'll understand when you get down there." he said, then turned to her and Cindy. "I want you both to promise...
Cindy sat down hard on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. Amanda slumped against Corey and let her eyes fall from his. She rested her head on his chest, crying whole heartedly, and rubbed her bum gingerly with both hands. Corey's emotions were a confused turmoil. He held Amanda and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened here anyway. Cindy got up and left the room. She was back in a few moments, obviously still angry, and carrying a bottle of Southern Comfort....
"Hmmm." Corey went. He leaned back as far as he could, till most of Cindy's weight was on her back as she lay back on him. He took his hands from between her thighs, letting her legs settle almost closed as they hung down, her cheeks closing tight around the base of his cock. He took her arms from under his, crossed her wrists, and held them over her head against the top of his chest with his left hand. His right hand reached down and cruelly shoved his two middle fingers into her tightly...
August the previous year had been a happy time for Cassie, though she missed Ged terribly. She had seen Ged off and had been upset at the time, but thanks to emails, Skypes and phone calls between the two of them she was coping well. She had many friends and visited them, and they her. In addition there was her new job which took up a good deal of her time. She thought perhaps the coming year would pass more quickly than she had thought. She went to the Friday evenings at the pub when the...
"Here. Lemme get that for you." Cindy said with an affectionate smile. She leaned over Corey and licked the dab of his nectar from Amanda's face. "That was very exciting to watch, Amanda. Your cute little mouth open so wide around his cock." Cindy smiled. "How bout a kiss?" With that, she sealed her lips against Amanda's. Her tongue slid into her little sister's mouth and her hand caressed Amanda's breast. Amanda returned these, her tongue twined with Cindy's as she rubbed her...
Ged walked round the empty flat. Nothing of what Cassie and he had bought remained. In his old office-cum-music room there was the filing cabinet and the computer without a monitor or keyboard. Nothing else. Ged sat on the floor of the flat and sorted the mail, looking for letters from the bank or from the courts, placing them in a pile of their own. He found the electricity and gas bills, all red, and realised by experiment that the electricity had been cut off and so had the gas. He went...
Her kisses became insistent, pushing Amanda's head back a bit, and her hands became a little rough on Amanda's titties, squeezing them, rubbing them, and pinching up the nipples. Amanda was soon wracked by another toe-curling climax. She'd never come with a vibrator before, and it had a certain intensity that was like nothing else. Soon Cindy was coming too. She wrapped her arms tight around Amanda and held onto her for balance, keeping their loins pressed tight together, their voices...
"WAAAFFFF!" Amanda went, and "Holy fuckin shit!" Corey yelled, as the huge lifelike cock inside Amanda's pussy came alive in a way that neither of them had ever experienced before, grinding and whining and throbbing and buzzing and shaking all at once. Amanda's whole body tensed up and shivered violently as she grabbed compulsively for her groin, uselessly since Corey's body was in the way, and her hands just slapped against his sides. Her pretty face had a strange look of strained...
They were still sitting there cuddling long minutes later, when the 'doorbell' buzzed. Amanda hopped up to answer it. "Yes?" she asked, toggling the outside intercom. "I'm Dr. Shaw." came the reply, in a woman's voice. Amanda looked to Cindy, who nodded. "Please stand clear of the door." Amanda said, and lowered the stairs. A very business-looking mid forties woman in a dark skirt suit and overcoat entered, carrying a large attaché case in one hand and a beige sports bag...
As the train carrying Marie pulled out of the station on its way south, Cassie was arriving home. She had a headache and had left early since she had no appointments that afternoon. Zak was out at his new job. It was badly paid, but he had explained to her that he had been made redundant from his well paid job with a music agency, and that this was all he could find for the time being. Still, she thought, he can keep his self-respect. She picked up the post and sorted it. Most of it was...
Corey lay back panting, till long after his prostate had pumped it's last and he'd felt Amanda's warm little channel clench around him in it's final spasm of pleasure. When he opened his eyes, both girls were smiling down on him lovingly, Amanda with her chin rested on Cindy's shoulder. "Wanna call it a night, love?" Cindy asked quietly. "You didn't get any sleep last night, and you look pretty beat." "No. Amanda, on your tummy, pillows under your hips." He decided. "Yes,...
"Things will be busy over the next few days." Cindy stated at breakfast the next morning, sipping coffee and tapping on her laptop. "We've gotta get all these new business arrangements running smoothly, as soon as possible, and we've gotta get the gig in Seattle done before we get too far away. I hate having that hanging over our heads. Right now I feel like there's too much stuff up in the air. It's all under control, but I won't really feel safe until everything's stabilized and...
On the Monday of the same week, Karin did indeed arrive at Ged's house, and she turned out to have a real talent for organising parties. She phoned caterers, got a DJ and with Ged organised the biggest room in the house for dancing. They moved excess furniture into the garage and by the end of the day, everything was prepared. That night she stayed. "I need reassurance," she said, "that last time wasn't an erotic dream." Later that night, bent over the kitchen table, her little...
Cheryl and Ged went to a quiet corner of the pub and sat down, Ged sitting on the bench seat which ran the length of the room, and Cheryl opposite him. "You rang off the second time," stated Ged. He was not angry; he was not resentful that she had cornered him. He seemed unconcerned, distant. "I heard your fiancée in the background," she said, looking him in the eye. "Fiancée?" he seemed perplexed. "I'm not engaged." "The party on Friday; not an engagement party? Cassie thought...
"Hello Ged." "Hello Cassie." She had the wildest dream that when she opened the door he would hold his arms out to her and she would fall into them and from then everything would be all right, but of course it did not happen. He stood there with a neutral expression on his face and waited to be invited in. In fact he had seen the message in her face, but couldn't respond. She stood back and he entered, waiting for her to lead him to the living room, though he had been to the house...
Cassie was still sitting there when Cheryl phoned. Her tears had dried, and she simply felt washed out and hopeless. "What happened?" Cheryl asked, full of concern at her tone. "It didn't go well?" "I got Ged wrong," said Cassie morosely. "I thought all I needed to do was to let him see what it looked like from my side, and he would warm towards me. It wasn't like that. It was the broken promise about talking before breaking up. "I never understood how hurt and lonely he was, far...
Cassie was interviewed by the police concerning Zak's activities in Ged's flat. At first they seemed to by implying that it was she who had moved the money, since it went into her name's account, but Graham intervened asking if she was to be charged. No. She told them that she had gone to the bank to find out who originated the account, and was shown the application form. She produced it, and there plain to see was Zak's signature 'on her behalf'. She made a statement and then left...