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December 5, 2019, 2:00AMAfter sucking my last daddy for the night, I pull out my little sex cell and saw that I had 18 voice mails. One was from daddy Jake. Daddy Jake is one of my regular sugar daddies, who loves to use my holes and then dump me after he is done. I love it. I love being his sex toy. He recently got married, so he doesn't get to FUCK me as often as he used to, so it got me very wet when I saw a voice mail from him."Hey whore. It's your daddy. So the wife and I are leaving to...
"Not really," he replied. "Do you think of me as a Nigger?""No." Alice closed her eyes tightly to ward off a rush of hot tears. "I... I'm sorry I called you that the other night. I was just so fucking hot at the time, and you were fucking me so fucking great that... that it just came out of my mouth before I could stop it." She suggestively worked her cum-slippery asshole on his cock. "I'm sorry, baby, really, really very sorry.""It's okay, Alice," Artemus said, "you're not the first white...
By EFon Chapter 4 : Bros and Hoes I almost fell as Jake jerked my out my front door and out of my door yard. "What the fuck man!?!" He didn't let up until we were around the bushes of my neighbor's house, obscuring my house completely. Only then did he release my arm and take a deep breath. I had a feeling this would be about what happened between him and my sister last night, but I realized then that this was hard for him to deal with. "I gotta be straight up with you...
I arrived at the base of the beautiful snowy mountainside lodge. A grand mansion built in the style of a log cabin sat as pretty as a painted picture out in the open, surrounded by the snow-covered fir trees. The sun had only just set, and the beautiful Christmas lights that adorned the outside trims and windowsills of the beautiful building glowed in their sparkly rainbow-coloured wonderment, keeping the blackness of the northern night sky at bay.Inside, the yellow roaring fire of the giant...
One day I'm at the corner store hanging out living my best life. My big bro and another home boy pull up to the store with these 2 chicks I've never seen before. One name was Kesh and the others name is Shay. Shay is a tall 5'10 slim cute brown skin chick with a cute face and perky tits and Kesh is about 5'5 with a small frame but thick thighs no booty but a beautiful smile. I'm like bro who this. He says they 2 smart girls from the neighborhood high school. He says Kesh is the...
if any of you is willing to pitch in and help me Let me know . I would Greatly appreciate any help that I can get. Thank You from Radioz66 My Hot Niece Chapter Four What was that all about ? just one of the jocks looking to fuck me oh is that all . There always looking to fuck us knock us up and leave us uncle . Yeah I bet. I remember just last year when I was seventeen, It happened to one of the cheerleaders . The guy she was dating he knocked her up she had a nice baby boy...
Some years ago this one girl was working at this restaurant I go into all the time, she was a pretty little blue-eyed blond, anyway we became friends, and somehow we got on the subject of piercings and tattoos one day, and she told me she wanted to get her nipples pierced, she was only 18 at the time, and they wouldn't do it unless a parent or guardian was with her, soooo, since I was 28 at the time I offered to accompany her there, and I made her a deal....not only would I take her there, but...
It was winter and I was at Checkers with my friends. We were smoking outside when this girl recognized my cousin. At first they were chatting then she approached me. We talked for a good 20 minutes before she asked me to buy her a shot. I followed her to the bar as she dragged my hand. Right when we were gonna sit down she placed my hand on her thigh. I stroked my hand closer to her pussy and she looked at me and winked. I knew she was a freak! She was short, maybe 5 feet tall only but she had...
Alice took the first three hard jet's of the black guy's cum straight down her throat, then placing her hands against his hips, she shoved him back; not back so far that his cock would come completely out of her mouth, only far enough that the bulbous head would be still be captured by her pursed lips, so that he could finish emptying his big black balls on her tongue.When the guy's hips were no longer jerking against her face and she couldn't coax any more cum from his balls with her sucking,...
My sister?s sissy I?ve always hated my sister and my sister has always hatedme.? Ever since my sister was a yearolder than me I hated her, though I never challenged her because she was farstronger than I was.? My sister, Carmen wasa 17 year old princess that had huge, plump tits and a huge, apple bottomass.? She was a captain of thecheerleading squad of the school, most popular girl in school and had aboyfriend.??????????? Carmen wasalways favored over me as a child and she was always...
I was going to be leaving later this month for a week-long business trip, and C was upset. Not so much because I would be gone, but because she would have no dick to fuck. A couple weeks before I was going to be leaving, she laid me down in bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my dick and riding it with her pussy. As I started to get close, she stopped. She said to me "You like fucking me, don't you?" I answered "Duh, why do you think I want your pussy so often? Keep riding!" She then said...
EroticC has always been faithful to me. I’ve never even had a question about whether she would cheat on me. At the same time, she does love a good, . She is one of the horniest girls I have ever known, and absolutely crazy (and amazing) in bed. We went on a two-week vacation recently, and spent most of the first four days in the hotel room, fucking each other’s brains out. I don’t know how many times she made me cum, or how many orgasms she had, but aside from time to sleep and eat the room-service...
InterracialMy and I are both 18 years old. We met in our first semester of college in Cali. One night, about a week ago, we were driving back to her place, and my friends Keith and Adam were in the other car ahead of us. She was naked in my front seat, and I was fingering her while I drove. Keith and Adam knew what was going on, and hoped to see her naked when we arrived at her house. They were waiting at the top of her driveway when we got there, already out of their car. She had just yanked her pants...
Group SexC and I were driving home from my grandparents house one night. We were taking turns playing a game, seeing if we get off while driving. So I let her drive first, and had completely stripped her and was fingering her and sucking her tits while she drove. She was loving it, and getting closer by the minute. A car came up behind us, and got really close to us. C got nervous, but I didn't care if they saw through the window, and kept playing with her. Suddenly, the lights flashed on, and we...
EroticIt was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
Times had changed since Phoebe had enjoyed her 15 minutes of fame. Getting to the quarter finals of the UK’s biggest talent competition had been an experience but it was a case of so near yet so far. She was already a You tube sensation by the time she had got through the qualifying stages and wooed the judges in her first live audition. Her voice was fresh and angelic with that hint of Celtic mystery. Now at eighteen she wanted to give it another go. She was tired of getting gigs as the warm...
Times had changed since Phoebe had enjoyed her 15 minutes of fame. Getting to the quarter finals of the UK’s biggest talent competition had been an experience but it was a case of so near yet so far. She was already a You tube sensation by the time she had got through the qualifying stages and wooed the judges in her first live audition. Her voice was fresh and angelic with that hint of Celtic mystery. Now at eighteen she wanted to give it another go. She was tired of getting gigs as the warm...
VoyeurPhoebe was causing her parents a lot heart ache and they were at their wits end. She dressed very provocatively and was rumoured to be having sex with a number of the local lads. At home she was rude, unhelpful and prone to bully her younger brother. The final straw was when she was expelled from school for trying to seduce a teacher. It was clear that strong measures were needed.It was decided that Phoebe would be sent to stay with her older sister. Nicole lived in a small village located on...
After receiving the text of thanks from Les, Phoebe checks out the stock and set-up for the day before replying. She wanted to immediately but did not want to disturb Les with a text while she was driving.Phoebe: Memories of last night and this morning linger in my mind. You are who deserve my thanks.The text comes through to Les just as she pulled into her drive. Parked, she replies.Les: I cannot believe what happened between us and cannot wait until this evening to see you again.Phoebe: ...
TransIt was coming. The dark, evil presence loomed ominously in the air like storm clouds gathering on the horizon, slowly creeping in, moving closer… closer… prowling through night, existing in shadow. Phoebe could feel it approaching, the sense of dread, so real that she thought if she reached out she could touch it just as surely as she could reach out and touch her reflection in the full length mirror in front of her. Her face was mask of deep concern, the lines of worry etched into...
This is how it all started. So Phoebe’s my neighbor’s daughter. She has short blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen and freckles across her little nose and cheeks. She had just hit thirteen, I found out, when she and her parents moved in some months ago. We live in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs, so it didn’t take long for our families to get close when they first moved in. Phoebe’s a beautiful girl. She always wears those tiny shorts that show off her legs and...
Phoebe was causing her parents a lot heart ache and they were at their wits end. She dressed very provocatively and was rumoured to be having sex with a number of the local lads. At home she was rude, unhelpful and prone to bully her younger brother. The final straw was when she was expelled from school for trying to seduce a teacher. It was clear that strong measures were needed.It was decided that Phoebe would be sent to stay with her older sister. Nicole lived in a small village located on...
IncestIt was Friday afternoon and the Master was cruising westbound on the motorway heading for a weekend with his Goddess. His mind was not on his driving but what might be in store for the next two days with the horniest woman he’d ever met. He had showered before leaving home and decided he would go “commando” so as to be ready for whatever goddess had in mind.She had talked on the phone about what she had planned for them both; dinner, followed by a hot bath together and then passionate animal,...
ThreesomesIt was Friday afternoon and the Master was cruising westbound on the motorway heading for a weekend with his Goddess. His mind was not on his driving but what might be in store for the next two days with the horniest woman he’d ever met. He had showered before leaving home and decided he would go “commando” so as to be ready for whatever goddess had in mind.She had talked on the phone about what she had planned for them both; dinner, followed by a hot bath together and then passionate animal,...
ThreesomesYears later, once life had turned all too predictable, Phoebe would wonder how she’d not been more appreciative of the fun and freedom of the summer before she began her last year of college, when she was twenty-two.She’d hoped to work in conservation when she graduated, so her ideal summer would have been spent at a reserve in Africa, or in the deep rainforest. Instead, she was at a National Park on the other side of the States, guiding swarms of tourists.She’d been accepted onto the intern...
Straight SexI MISSED my time slot at the public telephone box around the corner from my office on Friday night, due to my debrief with Bob Cummings, so my father’s old fob watch informed me. I wondered if I had missed a call from Mary. It was ten minutes past dinner time by the time I was dropped off by the police car at my digs at Mrs McPherson’s lodging house, but she managed to rustle up something, no doubt to avoid rebating any of my weekly rent, which included a limited amount for laundry and daily...
WHEN I emerged from the Mile End tube station at ten to seven upon that icy cold early spring morning on 29th January 1941, I could see the black smoke rising from Wapping and Limehouse to the south west and south, and rather lighter smoke coming from Spitalfields to my west. The smell of burning was less intense this morning, the air still, the late winter ground frost testimony to the clear skies that had drawn to London yet another intense bombing raid from German-occupied Europe during...
BOB Cummings eventually arrived with a couple of younger detectives in his investigating team, neither of whom I had actually seen before. I presumed the heavy bombing was taking its toll on policemen, stretched as they were with looting from private residences, as well as factories and warehouses damaged in the raids, and their contents ‘liberated’ under cover of the blackout. Bob must’ve first spoken to PC Coker, who had remained outside the flat, guarding the stairs against the interested...
No Shoelaces Today! By Jordan Holder All I really wanted was a pair of shoelaces, but I couldn't seem to find the dusty old shoe shop--you know, the one that every mall has near an undesirable entrance, where the rent is lower. One of mine was frayed and about to break, and I didn't want to have to try to tie the ends together. Better just to replace it before that happened. I couldn't believe this mall didn't have a shoe repair shop. I tried one side corridor after another and...
Series 1, Episode 9: Phoebe We’re looking at an attractive young lady in a beautiful wedding dress. She has long blonde hair (with dark roots), tied back in a loose pony-tail. Big smile, she’s a happy girl on the best day of her life. Blue eyes, a narrow nose and a big forehead. The dress is tight enough around her waist to show how slim she is, and how shapely her hips, with a front cut low enough, and pulled tight enough, to suggest that she possesses a small but wonderfully formed pair of...
They had always been in love with each other, ever since Phoebe was in seventh grade and he was in tenth. Of course, they would never say anything about it at that time, it was unacceptable for a tenth grader to date a girl in junior high school. But they both knew, and felt an odd kinship as they sometimes conversed in the hallways, because they were very much alike-shy and rather quiet, but well-liked and never friendless, foreigners. She was American, and he half-Polish, so they stood out in...
Phoebe looked up at me insolently “Can't you sit over there?” she nodded toward the easy chair, “I'm comfy” she protested but raised her foot so I could slide my butt under it then let it plop back down, her heel made a dent in my thigh. “I can't reach the popcorn from there, wha'chu watching?” She was watching the screen change but I was moving my eyes up her bare leg to where her short skirt rested across her thighs. Under the bottom of the yellow plastic popcorn bowl I could...
As September comes to a close, Les’s house is finished. All the special-order tiles and cabinets have arrived and are installed. Thursday night, after a day of moving in, Les and Phoebe just walk across the drive to join the group for dinner.Afterward, they all troop back to Les’s to have a tour. Sam is embarrassed at all the praise Les is bestowing on him as they enter each room. She is pointing out all the details of the work Sam and his crew have done.At the end of the tour, she promises...
TransWe start this week’s show with an establishing shot of a row of white fronted buildings – all shopfronts – all jewellery shops ... We’re in Manchester’s heavily Jewish, jewellery district ... We move along past one, then another, then another, all in a line ... Before slowing to halt outside one of them – named “Diamond’s” – where we end up looking at the back of a blonde-haired figure wearing jeans so tight that we know she’s a hot woman before she even turned around, and hold the lead of a...
Monday night, after devouring a throw-together dinner, Abbie and Tim meander to the sitting room with drinks. Both are thinking about playing with their new toys. After the reaction they had shopping, leading to primal sex; perhaps they will wait a while before experiencing their purchases more. Instead, Abbie brings up her news about the letter sent to Les. She does preface her comments by stating she received this news as fact, not gossip.Tim laughs a bit at her and tells her yes, this is...
TransBeing DippedLife can be pretty sweet. Look at me, sitting here in the prime of mylife on a Friday evening watching a movie on my super huge tv with mybeautiful girlfriend by my side. Hell, I don't even like the stupidmovie, but nothing is gonna get me out of this terrific mood."Hey Loverboy, I got a secret sumthin'- sumthin' today from one of myspecial friends," my girl teases in a sing-song way. Cammie and I havebeen pretty close these past few months, and I'm starting to really seeus as a...
After three months of Uni, I was happy and settled. I had a great roomie, excellent courses and a nice little job in the Uni café four evenings a week, which helped stretch my meagre funds.Of course, it was all too good to be true. The Uni authorities decided to sell off the café to an outside company to reduce costs.Not the cost to students, of course, as the prices all went up, but without wishing to sound bitter, I was out of a job.So, here I was Skyping with my mum and explaining how tight...
LesbianI smile an approving grin as you bend over the pool table to take your shot. I had chosen your outfit for the night, and in my opinion, I had chosen very wisely...It was our second night out on this hastily planned weekend getaway. A weekend away in Lake Tahoe sounded like just the thing to escape the blistering hot weather we'd been having. I found a good deal on a nice hotel in south Lake Tahoe and off we went. Last night, weary from driving, we had a nice dinner and a few drinks at the plush...
Many thanks to SBrooks for his invaluable advice and editing. If there’s anything that still doesn’t work, it’s probably something I chose not to follow his suggestion about. Rose Valley, Oregon, population 1134, is located about two hours southeast of Portland at the eastern edge of the Mount Hood National Forest. Rose Valley is home to the Maitland Mills, a specialty supplier of natural, organic and heirloom grain-based products. Founded in 1907, the Mills were handed down through three...
Introduction: A power couple and their steamy relationship… Kendra Worthington flipped her long blonde hair behind her back and gave her signature Im sorry but your fired smile to the young man sitting in front of her. He was cowering in front of her gaze and she spoke in hushed tones frightening him even more. You know your work has been less than satisfactory. My husband and I agree we should let you go. But first your parting gift, Kendra smiled slowly her red lips parting as she pointed...
One of my fantasies...... I come in and we start off with the inspection.You make me take my shirt off and then stand in front of you with my hands on my head.You then undo the button on my jeans, and pull the zipper down, and pull the pants down to my ankles.You then pull my underwear down, and begin to make fun of my penis.You then make me step out of everything and take my socks off.You then begin to inspect my penis and balls. Pinching, stretching, playing with my foreskin.Then once done,...
Ok, so don’t get it twisted.. I am gay and I know it. But I have always liked to watch straight porn. There is something really hot about watching a straight man fuck a woman.I especially like to watch a straight guy pound a girl and watch them from behind them. There is something so fucking hot about watching a tight, straight ass go up and down while trying to get a nut! Even hotter is when the guys spreads his legs to dig his cock deep, the point where you can get a glimpse of that straight...
RAWLINGS the driver was waiting outside for us. I did hesitate, because he had made a couple of mistakes already today, to my detriment, but he attempted to disarm us with an uncertain smile as he opened the rear door for Mary. Probably the smile he wore was more for Mary than for me. I supposed that I could hardly blame him for that. I ordered Rawlings to drive us directly to New Scotland Yard. We drove away from the Hospital and down through Smithfields, now empty of butchers and...
HOW much was your husband ransomed for?” I asked Mary, calmly. “Thirty thousand English pounds. Actually they asked for twenty thousand pounds at first, but when the movie promotion agents based here in London didn’t act fast enough, they raised the ante. The kidnappers sent them Brad’s gold watch, the inscribed one I gave him on our marriage. They telegraph facsimiled a photograph of it to our New York office. So Brad’s father paid the ransom, or rather our London agent did on the Studio’s...
“WHAT?!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was staring at Miss Marcia la Mare, actress, Hollywood sweetheart, recent widow of wealthy actor and world wide heart-throb, clean-cut all-American hero ... and she was silently mouthing with her lips to me that her husband was a Queer, a homosexual, with a same-sex husband. It simply didn’t add up. They were the perfect Hollywood couple. Everybody said so. Both were respectively the dream man and dream woman of popular culture. She had even told me...
“WHERE are we exactly?” Mary asked when we stopped. She looked a little worried. We were outside a corner shop in a smart suburban avenue filled with a mixture of large detached and semi-detached villas, built only ten years earlier. “My sister Hettie’s house is just down the street.” I said as we got out and started to walk, “I didn’t want to leave the car right outside their door, so we have a two minute walk with a couple of twists and turns before we get there. Hettie’s husband Jack...
I WAS woken up from a deep sleep when someone with extremely cold feet got in the bed and cuddled up behind me. “Uh, Mary?” I asked in a daze, while I was trying to unglue my eyelids. I noticed that a 20 watt lamp was lit on the back of one of the side tables, but the mattress on the floor was blocked from direct light by the overhanging table. “You’d wish,” said Hettie, speaking loud enough with her lips close up to my almost deaf right ear for me to hear her, “now, shift yourself over and...
I AWOKE to a soft kiss on the lips before Mary got up and the thick black curtains were thrown open to the morning light. I blinked and could make out a vision in front of me, a haloed silhouette of a female form in the bright white light of the window. She moved back to the side of the mattress where I lay on the floor of my brother-in-law’s home office. When my eyes focused better, I saw the unbelievably beautiful Mary Jones, even with tousled hair and no make-up, barely dressed in pale...
WE drove to Mile End very early the next morning. I parked the car near the Blue Jay Café, just around the corner from my office, but didn’t see anyone suspiciously hanging around. As agreed, I left Mary in charge of the car while I walked around the block, to approach the café from the opposite direction from where she was parked. There were four people sitting inside the café, either eating breakfast or drinking tea, two young men in working clothes sitting at separate tables, and possibly...
LATER that Monday evening I sat down in the hotel room and tried to figure out what I could from the information we had. That is what I was good at in all the years I was at the Yard. Brad’s notebook was written in a rotation code of 13 letters, so written letter A was really letter M. It was originally a code used by Julius Caesar in Ancient Rome, which was then based on a rotation of 12 as the Latin alphabet had only 24 letters, without U and J. The notebook was a sort of diary that filled...
“READY!” PC Brown hissed to us, but it was far too dark this early in the morning for me to read his lips. Mary tugged my sleeve twice, the signal that we had agreed and I was alert and ready. Mary and I were given the opportunity to call on known criminal contacts of Curly Cavenagh, which Mary’s husband, the late Brad Gold had identified as being connected with active Nazi sympathisers who were affecting the war effort resisting the Axis Powers’ domination of Europe and North Africa. I...
WE attended two funeral services together, Mary and I, one low key in terms of attendance but deeply emotional, on one morning and followed that by another higher profile one the following afternoon, that was more for public show than anything else. Mary insisted I attend by her side for both funerals. How could I deny her my full support at them both? To be honest, I wanted to spend every moment of our shrinking allotment of time we had together. Mary wore the same black outfit for both...
THE train left the station in a cloud of white steam, taking Mary away from me forever, it seemed. She was about to throw herself back into the charged atmosphere of make-believe adventure and romance that is the movie business, as a single, unattached, desirable and very beautiful woman, in my mind to be surrounded by slavering wolves in the guise of leading men used to getting their way with any women they temporarily desired. While I returned to my life as a single and seriously unattached...
WHILE I waited for Mary’s train to come into Paddington Station the events of the last seven months played through my head. The judicial system in England and Wales is a behemoth, tortuously slow and justice takes a long time. There are sound reasons for this, it allows better evidence to show up, more witnesses to come forward, better consideration of the facts and hopefully better judgements. And the accused too have longer to examine their consciences and reflect on the scales of...
I HAD a one to one conversation with Bob Cummings at a café near New Scotland Yard later that morning. He had already told me on the telephone when I arranged the meeting that the police had no time to investigate fully and he confirmed that Military Intelligence were now not even prepared to admit they were pursuing him as a deserter. As far as the Yard knew, Gold was now a Special Branch agent because almost immediately Cummings’ team began to make enquiries, he was dragged out of his...
I READ through all of Bradford Gold’s letters from England to his wife in America that late afternoon and evening. They covered a period of about 17 months, about 72 weeks in all, and there were 59 letters, all of them were either two or four pages long, but mostly they said little or nothing. There was certainly nothing of any meaning that threw light on why he would consider deserting from his commitments to the Military. He carefully avoided mentioning any airfields or even what counties...
MID-MORNING on Thursday we arrived at the remote East Anglian railway halt, named after the airfield we were heading for, the bomber squadron base that missing pilot Bradford Gold had operated from for about five or six months the previous summer and autumn. The halt could barely be called a station, we had been warned by the station master at the nearest mainline station that the platform was only long enough for the first of the two-carriage rural train to alight. The terrain was flat for...
WAAF Sergeant Margaret Livings and my assistant Mary Jones appeared to have become firm friends by the time we reached the railway halt for our return journey. There was only a period of five minutes before the next train, there being no waiting room at the tiny halt, so we remained sheltering in the unheated car while the chilly driven rain beat down on us, until we could see the plume of smoke that heralded the imminent arrival of the tiny engine pulling its two mean and grubby carriages...