Coyote Meets Melkor
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Things got resolved in Eugene. Not just seeing those I missed and who missed me, including the blonde haired, blue eyed petite former waif Mila and her lesbian girlfriend Gail whom I stayed with a few nights. And Dotty of course, who gave me the guest room of their former drug house the rest of the time. And Kenneth, who came down a few days after I arrived.
But also the case of Julio and the Whitemans. Kenneth, Dotty, Tommy and Trish, Tommy’s step cousin and future bearer of his child, gathered with me at the Eugene PI office listening to the speakerphone, to Special Agent Drew Jones, “It seems the Whitemans had an accident. An explosion of a yacht. It’s suspected to have been bad timing, with the yacht’s owner being the intended victim.”
“Rodrigo Ramirez,” I guessed.
“Don’t tell me why you know that,” Drew sighed.
“And whores?” I asked.
“Four of them. I don’t suppose you know them.”
“And Julio?” I asked, not answering his question.
“With Kenneth’s research and a tape sent anonymously from Hawaii, we’re certain it had been Jason who killed his wife. Typical intensifying of psychotic behavior. But the boat ... a lot of deaths.”
“Sounds like it,” I said carefully.
“It makes me uncomfortable.”
“I can imagine,” I offered.
After a long pause, Dotty asked, “Do you know of anyone challenging your decision about Jason?”
“A couple of Whiteman women called us. Mother and daughter. We assured both we had plenty of proof, both historical and circumstantial, that he did it.”
“The gun?” I surmised.
“William Whitman’s. Only Julio’s prints on the gun, but partials of Jason’s on the bullets and full ones on the drawer in which it had been stashed. And the ligature marks matched those we were able to attain from the clinic where Jason’s other victims had been patched up and paid off. The weird thing was the different reactions from the Whiteman women. The young one reacted angrily. Her mother ... sounded much more resigned. Maybe even relieved.”
I saw Dotty nod. “The mother and I had a long talk,” she told us. “To tell you the truth, we got sloshed. She seemed like a tense woman. Hardly able to make eye contact. But I sensed she relaxed more than she normally did around me. And getting drunk loosened her. She never said anything specific, but her attitude to her husband, and more surprisingly her youngest son, suggested she had lost any fondness for both of them. No words of confirmation, but looks, and the slightest of nods...”
Not long after that I got a call from Sandy. “You won’t believe this, Joe,” she said, “But the Whitemans paid. Paid everything.”
“You’re kidding,” I said. “Who signed the check?”
“The check’s coming, but a woman called. Patricia Whiteman.”
“The mother,” I said.
“Yeah. Weird, hunh?”
“Like father, like son,” I muttered.
I talked to Kenneth about it and he nodded. “It was her money that funded their business,” he said.
I decided to call the woman.
“Hello,” she said softly.
“This is Joe Solomon,” I told her.
“I called your partner.”
“I heard. It was ... unexpected.”
I heard a forced chuckle. “I suppose it would be.”
“Why?”
She sniffled. “I wanted to stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Everything.”
“Your husband’s pursuit of Kyle?”
“Everything. Just ... everything.”
“How bad was your husband?”
“He was like Jason except worse. Smarter. Smoother. He had me convinced until he took over my family’s business and his true nature could come out. His cruelty. His manipulations. He’d always been dominate. It had always been our relationship. But, when it suited him, it became much more real. He exploited me, all my weaknesses and my strengths. Because I always did have all the business savvy in my company. He’d be the one to schmooze, and I’d be the one who put things in place.
“He flaunted my weakness, made my children disrespect me because of it. I saw them embrace the cruelty and the power it represented. Even my daughter. It tested a mother’s love until it broke.”
“But ... losing your children ... even with...”
“I know. I blame my husband for it. No one else. I blame him for Jason, his cruelty and predatory ways. Emily ... she was a breath of fresh air in this oppressive house. And Kyle ... Such a sweet, brilliant man. I bonded with both of them. But I was afraid for them, Emily especially. But I’m so ... weak.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. You seemed to have lost everyone except Jeanne.”
“I probably lost Jeanne years ago, but I haven’t lost everyone.”
“But ... I thought...”
“One other son besides Jason died on that boat. I still have my oldest. In fact he’s here, he and his wife and three children. He’d always been the least cruel, and he apologized for that cruelty. His wife always treated me well, and I think she suspected things, enough to have been a source of arguments between them. He moved here to take over my company, actually capable of taking on both his parents’ work.”
“I’d like to meet you,” I said.
“Why?”
“I heard you and Dotty bonded.”
She chuckled. “I guess we did. It was the closest I got to letting go of all those terrible secrets. But I guess Bill trained me too well.”
“Despite everything, they’re family,” I reminded her.
“Bill probably depended on that,” she agreed.
“Dotty’s getting married.”
“She is?”
“Come celebrate. You two could tie one on again.”
“That might be fun. But I haven’t been invited.”
I told Dotty the problem and handed her the phone. I had been walking with it through her lovely house and had ended up sitting beside her on their couch.
“You’re invited,” she told Patricia and gave her the details.
The wedding ended up being small and perfunctory. A judge and the bride and groom’s immediate family at city hall. Only father and younger sister on Dottie’s side. And me.
“You’re everything else: colleague, mentor, friend, ex-lover,” she explained. “You may as well be family.”
“I represent Vy,” I said.
“Most of all,” she said. We embraced, teared up and sniffled. She chuckled, “Although she’d probably be talking me out of it.”
“Probably,” I replied, returning her chuckle.
Even less traditional than a full-blown wedding, after the ceremony, the younger of us walked the five blocks to the small park hosting the reception. Tommy handed off the tux jacket and the turquoise bolo tie to his father, loosening the top button of his white button down shirt. He wore casual black slacks. Dottie’s dress, created for the event by a friend, traditional white and somehow suggestive of a wedding dress, seemed more of a sexy light sundress once the setting had been removed. Friends along the way tossed birdseed on the newlyweds and joined the parade.
Being the Northwest, prone to rain, there had been contingencies. Umbrellas would be available. Catered food, set up banquet style, had a small park building available to house it. And the park had a bandshell which would protect the musicians from the elements. But threatening clouds seemed to break up at the conclusion of the wedding, creating a spectacular ray of sun, like a great spotlight following the newlyweds and their followers to the park. And the skies got clearer. Perfect weather, only cooling in the evening.
A very long table had been brought in piece by piece in front of the bandstand. Concerts or plays always required bringing one’s own lawn chair or whatever. A string quartet, friends of Dotty, played, but not on stage. We didn’t want to lure others into our gathering. Not yet.
Once eating and toasting ended, and bride and groom danced the first dance to an old waltz, the table was removed and the chairs rearranged. Having musicians and roadies there used to hauling things made the table’s disappearance quick. I helped.
The first band, more friends, had been setting up on the bandshell during the dinner. Something like the Pogues or my native state’s Trampled By Turtles would sound like, their instruments suggested old school, bluegrass in their instance, but their songs tended to be a lot more aggressive.
Other bands followed. It became a mini free festival of local music, wandering visitors to the park creating an ever growing audience to this unannounced event. A couple of outside bands consisting of Dotty’s friends of course made it not exclusively local. ER took the stage in the middle of the festival.
I had seen ER the night before for an unusual (of course) version of bachelor and bachelorette parties, so I knew they were as good as expected, meaning great. They actually opened for a touring one hit wonder band who had lost their luster and fan base years before. It made me wonder if they would give it up when most of the audience left after ER’s great show.
Ladies and gentlemen split in two after ER played their set at the club. It made me laugh when Dotty and her friends, mostly lesbian, ended up being the ones going to a strip club. The men took over the couple’s house, and a friend of Tommy’s, a jock who had made it into the big leagues, rented four strippers/escorts. The police contingent turned a blind eye. Most even partook, including the Chief of Police. I looked to Tommy, who shrugged. He told me his parents always had one aspect that threatened the well-being of their marriage, the Chief’s wandering eye, and cock. He figured his mom decided to turn a blind eye to it. According to Tommy, with the naked escorts concentrating on giving him naked lap dances, he only got a blow job to relieve his blue balls. I wasn’t so circumspect, and after having a little interview with each of the pretty ladies while they danced on my lap, found out who liked pussy. She ended up being the hottest, a fiery redhead. Choosing the quietest, a pretty brunette, I bought myself a threesome.
I sucked the red fringed pussy while she sucked her colleague. Once the redhead had a slickened and excited pussy, I gloved up and fucked her doggy style. After cumming, at least me, they got me hard again together and rode my mouth and my cock, the brunette getting the latter. It lasted long enough for both to cum. It sounded convincing. I finished after turning over the brunette and fucking her hard while her colleague helped pleasure her with mouth at nipple and finger strumming clit. It was the finale of the evening. One of the other girls tapped at my door, signaling their intent to leave the party.
I thought about asking one or both to come back, but didn’t really find them interesting beyond their attractive bodies. None of the four seemed all that clever. Perhaps after the whores and ex-whores I had been with recently, some extremely dangerous, some brilliant, all interesting, I had become jaded. But I think it had to do with them having average American minds. It made me think about the maxim that men paid whores to leave as much as to fuck, so they didn’t have to deal with them after getting what they wanted.
While no bonding happened with me, except getting to know Tommy more and in a different and unique situation, Patricia Whiteman, who had come down the day before and thus could join the ladies, ended up finding the company of lesbians a lot more appealing than she expected. The older lesbian couple who had housed Trish, risking their relationship, had invited a friend from Seattle who had just lost her long term mate to cancer. When the Eugene couple asked Dotty via Trish if this person could be invited, Dotty thought it a great idea. Shared tragedy begat love between the two older Washington natives.
Speaking of unexpected results, a decision had been made without my input. I planned to stay with Mila and Gail after the reception/festival. So did Kenneth and his Amazonian wife Sandra. But the ones occupying the home couple’s bed and the ones occupying the guest room surprised me.
When we got to the condo, a little drunk, a little windblown, a little tired, and a lot happy about the great festival we had just left, I found myself pulled to the guest room by Sandra. She embraced and kissed me as soon as we entered it.
“What’s going on?” I asked after the kiss.
“Do you not want me?” She worried. Being a big girl had not helped her self-image until she met her horny and loving husband.
“Of course I want you,” I said.
“Good,” she smiled and knelt and opened my pants, extracting my flaccid penis.
“But ... Kenneth...” I moaned.
“He gets Mila,” she said between mouths full.
“Is this... ?”
“No,” she insisted, gently luring me to the bed. She got rid of my shoes and socks and my pants and boxers, returning enthusiastically to her task of making me hard, and succeeding.
I made her pause, unzipping her dress and pulling it over her head, revealing thick curves beneath covered in bra and panties. The bra soon left her body. The panties when she crawled over me on the bed, while I stripped off the rest of my clothing. She straddled my face. I pulled her sizable butt down, her thick thighs beside my head, and brought my tongue to bear on her pussy, smaller than expected, but not Sonya size, and delicious. I could taste her desire leaking from her. She’d been looking forward to this.
Because of her anticipation, she came first. Turning around, she aimed my cock inside her.
“Condom?” I warned.
“I’m clean and want you naked,” she moaned as I carved out space in her narrow slit.
“Safe?”
“We ... want a baby...”
“Mine?” I reminded her.
“We don’t care. His sperm hasn’t taken yet.”
“Are you ovulating?”
“Yes,” she moaned. I took control of her firm yet bouncing breasts. Brought a nipple to my mouth. My finger found hers stroking her clit. I left her to it and used both hands and mouth to work on her breasts. And then just hands when we kissed and kept kissing until I came.
It didn’t end there. I took the top position in another sixty-nine until she had me hard again. She neared cumming when I turned around and thrust inside. A few hard strokes later she did cum. I slowed things down after that, until she demanded me to go faster. After another orgasm, I went slow again. Slow and fast for a long time, until fast became ultra-fast as I felt the pressure in my balls expecting their release. I kept fucking her through the ejaculations until she reached her highest ecstasy of the night. I managed to land on my side beside her before passing out.
I awoke much later, the sun streaming into the room. She smiled down at me, stroking my body. “More?” I smiled back.
“Breakfast’s ready, sleepy head.”
She laughed at my reaction, and I’m certain it pleased her. A soft kiss on a mouth probably with morning breath made it short and closed lipped, ending our time together. I watched her big ass under her robe as she left me for my ablutions and dressing. I made it quick, but needed the shower. I decided boxers would be enough with the intimacy I shared with everyone in the condo.
We made an easy day of it. Two days and nights of partying had taken its toll. Mila beside me, sometimes on my lap, made it clear her time with Kenneth had been completed. No one, not even Gail, minded. I would be leaving the following morning, and Mila wanted as much time with her hero/lover as possible before I left her for another unknown amount of time.
We went to Dotty’s and Tommy’s place for a late dinner. Mostly it was the PI contingent, a much smaller gathering. Trish provided dinner, and could cook surprisingly well. A simple meatloaf, but it tasted as good as any I’ve had.
My gift for the couple had been a trip to Hawaii. They would take the same plane I would. I suspected they expected it, since they had no other plans for a honeymoon. I added to it, calling Julie’s mother to get permission to use her ex’s cabin in Maui for my blonde friend and her tall, handsome, native American husband. Dotty gave me a hot kiss when I described it to them. Tommy shrugged.
After another night with Mila and Gail, and a tearful goodbye from my petite and beautiful friend, I flew off with the newlyweds. We changed planes in San Francisco, and a familiar woman ended up being our stewardess. I had to ask Millicent if she’d ever joined the mile high club. She told me she couldn’t push her luck. We did manage a quick conversation between her duties, and I let her know about the fate of Julie and Julio. She looked a little disappointed but mostly happy for them. Before disembarking the plane, she managed to slip me her phone number. I used it a few times over the years, and she used mine. She was a simple, uncomplicated woman and cute. I enjoyed all those things about her.
A few months after I got home from the Whiteman case and Dotty’s wedding, Sandy and I received a visitor in our office. Jeanne. I don’t know how she got her gun. She aimed at me. I ducked and Sandy shot her. Jeanne didn’t even get a shot, having never taken the safety off. Sandy had been trained to shoot at center mass. Her aim proved deadly.
Sonya called me a few times, the first when I was in Eugene. She apologized for not being able to attend Dotty’s wedding, needing to run things her excuse.
“Delegate!” I reminded her.
“Yes Master,” she surprisingly replied.
Other calls from her were like confessionals, some involving scary deeds, but most involving running things. They often followed arguments with her partner, Bonnie. They usually got along and did rely on each other to talk about things they couldn’t with anyone else. Her most upset call came when she found out Bonnie had become pregnant again. I guess my relationship most resembled her sister’s then.
“Her children are staying with you,” I reminded her.
“Yes. And the other babies.”
“Hers are amazing.”
“They are.”
“And you will help raise her new one from birth to make the child even more amazing.”
“Yes.”
“And when Bonnie grumbles about the sacrifice it makes on her body...”
“I can remind her I would do anything to take her place. Thank you Master.”
She ended up being the only other one visiting my office from the Whiteman case after it concluded. She came in smiling showing me a bag of peyote. I asked if she brought the ancient aphrodisiac and she rattled a pill bottle holding little blue pills.
“And yours?” I asked.
“Your beautiful cock and your beautiful mind,” she admitted.
I looked at Sandy who smirked. “She asked permission for a weekend with you. I gave her a week.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I talked to Julie’s mother.”
“The Maui cabin? What about work?”
“Do you have any now?”
I laughed. “Sneaky bitch.”
“Go, stud.”
“Yes Mistress.”
The ladies chuckled.
I swung by Da Kine Bras to pick up a bag of buds before we headed to Maui.
We rarely left the cabin. The large refrigerator and freezer had been well stocked with delicious meals. I didn’t even need the little blue pills all that often, though Sonya liked it when I took them. “It makes you harder,” she explained. Despite all the fucking, her amazingly tight pussy never seemed to get any less tight. Even so, it remained resilient. Probably from her endless supply of natural lubricant her pussy always seemed to manage to create.
It was a week of fucking. A week of getting wasted. A week of hallucinations. When her peyote supply ran out, I visited someone I knew on Maui who had mushrooms. And a week of conversations. Some stoned crazy. Most getting to know each other to a depth of intimacy I had rarely experiences and I don’t think she ever had.
It ended of course. One would think a week of it would be enough. And to tell the truth, I wanted to get back to work, even if it meant no longer fucking that incredible pussy, that incredible woman.
Not so for Sonya. She cried. When we left the cabin. At the Honolulu airport.
There, during the ending embrace, she told me one of the few things she hadn’t that week. “Julio and Bon Bon are getting married.”
“When?”
“Mid-June. After her baby is born. And a month or so after to recover for the honeymoon.”
“I’ll be there,” I said.
She showed me her sad smile. Her teary eyes. Her beauty. “Joy will too,” she said.
“And Julio and Bonnie will want to be alone. What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want, Master.”
“I told you I preferred you.”
“She’s changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“I never liked her. Hated her actually. Stupid jealousy with my asshole husband. The residue of it after his demise. But ... she became a partner. Silent. Junior doesn’t even know. Enough whores running things.”
“You’re not a whore,” I reminded her.
“I was bought, Joe. And I actually am now. I play dominant. Make them tongue my asshole. Various flavored lubricants. And I’m sure they can taste my own dripping from my pussy, which I cover with a custom made sort of chastity belt with a small vibrator and my clit exposed.”
I looked around for audience and realized she managed to steer me to a place away from others. She also kept her voice down.
“I tell them they don’t deserve my tight cunt,” she explained. “They can only have my asshole.”
“But I couldn’t.”
She giggled. “Only assholes get my asshole. My whore hole.” More seriously, she continued, “For a while only Bon Bon talked to Joy. Got advice from her. Sort of like the way Joy had communicated through her now husband to advise her father’s company. I heard her advice through Bon Bon, and asked questions through her. Bon Bon must have told her of my conversations with you, and became a liaison in that regard as well. I guess that made me jealous all over again, that Joy cared about you.
“She called me because of the jealousy. The first thing she said was for me not to hang up on her. For me to listen to her. It didn’t help when she told me she understood my attraction to you. That you had a way of worming into the hardest of hearts. She practically screamed no into my ear when I growled that you told me you preferred me and she wanted to take you from me. Absurd I know, since neither of us can really have you, can we? An occasional conversation. A rare fuckathon. If I could pack you in a bag and take you home with me I would. I can’t. But it’s what I said and I meant it.
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LesbianAnything For An Interview Suit William's Crazy Trip by Ann Michelle Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. For mature audiences only. All characters are above the legal age. Don't buy or read this book if you are under the legal age or anything you see herein is illegal where you live. Don't try any of this at home. Chapter Three: "Back To The Airport" --o-- "There is NO way I'm wearing these clothes to the airport," said William. He was shocked that Mandi had even...
I met my first masogirl thru an add in the papers, reacting to sexcontact-adds wasn't something i normally did but since i discovered that being in control of a willing girl was one of my fantasies i responded with the request for a meeting.After a few internet chats and a few phonecalls, to get to know eachother's wishes, i decided to a bold move and requested a meeting. Little bit nervous ofcourse, since she was my first, but i was reliefed that she happily aggreed to meet me.After a trip of...
The more one read, the more one could understand the incredible hire expense. Ralph went on to say that there would be ten of them, Brian, Jeff, Norm, Stan, Ralph and their ladies, so if they knew of another suitable couple the ten could discuss it and decide to make it up to twelve. Incidentally, he continued, dress is optional; not what you wear, but if you wear anything. The point driven home to the youngsters, was that the three sets of parents, (June and Ralph were now accepted as a...
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Chris continues the Narrative: “What the hell is going on here, Randolph?” the man in expensive clothes demanded of his law partner, once he was seated. “Things have not gone as we had hoped,” Stevens told his partner. “What hasn’t?” Anthony demanded. “The removal of the family from the land that we need. The mercenaries have apparently disappeared,” Stevens told him in a less than calm voice. “Disappeared? What do you mean disappeared ... all of them?” a shocked Anthony asked. “Yes,...
When I returned from the store, I saw that Ms. Clark wasn't in the kitchen, nor was she in her room, I saw that Jake's door was closed, but I didn't think too much about it. I went back to the kitchen to start getting things ready for breakfast, there were still 3 guys sleeping in the living room, and I figured that they would want some breakfast also. I looked around the kitchen and found a frying pan and then some pancake flour and figured that pancakes and eggs and bacon would be a good...
Note: This story is told from two different views. The girl's view will be in standard character, the guy's view in italic. I could hear the familiar sonorous roar of Ryan's convertible Camaro. The first time my elder sister Amy had brought him home, I had immediately recognized what a great man he was. He was twenty-eight, around six feet tall, athletic, smart, funny – and he had a hell of a car. The wet dream of the teenage girl I was. Of course Amy couldn't stop rhapsodizing about her...
TabooKims Auto hielt gerade vor ihrem Haus. "War das wieder ein nerviger Tag", dachte sie sich. Ständig wurde sie auf Autogramme angesprochen und fotografiert. Als ob sie nicht wüsste, dass ihr Popo und ihre Titten für etliche Freaks und Perverse als Wichsvorlage dienen würde. "Aber für heute ist Feierabend", sagte sie sich, als sie ihr Haus betrat. Sie huschte schnell ins Wohnzimmer. Heute trug sie ein enges Minikleid, welches betonend ihren Po umspannte und tief in zwischen ihre üppigen Brüste...
It started out like any other day, relaxing playing video games. I finally had time now that I got my weed business set up here in Colorado. I grow some premium buds for dispensaries as well as sell some on the side to friends and family. Heard my phone ringing in my bedroom. So I paused the game and went to grab it figuring it was Friday so I probably had some people wanting some smoke. It was Mark dude from work."Hey man think you could do me a big favor? I'm out of town but my girl is at my...
CheatingAhhhh! New Orleans! I twirl around in the French Quarter, taking in all the sights. I can't believe I am finally here. To most, this city is known for cajun cuisine, Mardi Gras, beignets, and Bourbon Street. But to me, it's known for its darker side - vampires, ghosts, voodoo, and swamp things. I hope to experience it all!After I enjoy some beignets and coffee for breakfast, I head out to tour one of the filming locations for The Originals - one of my favorite vampire TV series. The series...
Monster SexChapter 2 The following week past in a dazed whirl for John. He couldn't pay attention in class, a fact very obvious to his teachers who rewarded his inattention with several after school detentions. John's mother, surprised at the change in her son's behaviour, questioned him a number of times during the week, to no avail. Nothing was important for him, nothing except the coming weekend and a chance to spend more exciting times with Michael and the nasty, exciting porn...
From Urban Dictionary: “Catfish — A fake or stolen online identity created or used for the purposes of beginning a deceptive relationship.” Enter Alex Coal. She’s one horny slut, and she swipes right almost all the time! She uses all the different “hook-up apps” on her phone to satisfy her insatiable desires; and tonight, Alex is extra horny. I mean her cunt is soo wet. So when she realizes the dude she’s supposed to meet isn’t really the dude...
xmoviesforyou100% true story:I had always wanted to try with a guy, always posting ads on Craigslist but if I am totally honest I would always bottle it, have a wank fantasising about it but then never meet. The idea of being naughty just made me so horny. I had even come really close in some toilets with a guy in a cubicle!! One day I just decided enough was enough and I wanted to actually go through with it!!I posted an ad on craig list asking that I knew some quiet toilets on the a40 and if anyone wanted...
Before I start I want to take the chance to out me, instruct you what this diary is about and explain to you what plans I have for myself and how it could come so far.I am 22 years old and I live in Dresden, Germany (so please excuse me if my english is a bit weird sometimes). I am a worthless sissy faggot and are looking for mistresses, daddies or (if possible dominant) transgenders who can accompany and push me on my way to reach my goal (how far you accompany me is 100% their decision) to...
Out of AfrikaA Fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi******Chapter 22Megan let herself into the house and as she always did called out, “I’m home”. There was no immediate reaction but after she dropped her school bag to the floor and began to climb the stairs she heard the click of a bedroom door closing followed by the sudden appearance of Angela, her mother, on the landing.“Hello Dear, you gave me a start .... I didn’t hear you come in ... I was tidying up...
~The Making Of A Teenage Slut~ --- --- ------ --- --- ----- --- --- ----- --- --- ----- --- --- ----- --- --- ----- --- --- ----- --- --- Author’s Note: This story has everything from the slowest foreplay to the absolute dirtiest sh- well you’ll see. Anyway, if you get to a part that doesn’t suit your preference, don’t let it ruin the rest for you! Just skim through it and enjoy the parts that you do like! And PLEASE do me the favor of letting me know what you really think of my story....
(Heads Up: This story makes attempts at humor and fantasy with actions and attitudes the writer does not condone beyond the realm of fiction. Everyone is equal, and deserving of respect. This story for its part is often misogynistic, toxic, and a little fucked up.) “What? You’re not serious.” “I’m dead serious. I don’t care what my dad does anymore. It’s worth it. She’s worth it.” “But... She’s your mom, dude.” Outside on the patio dining area of Leonard’s Pizzeria three young graduates...
IncestJohn rounded the corner into the park and looked at his GPS watch. One more lap, he told himself.As he picked up the pace again he heard a commotion to his right. Turning to look, he saw three men wrestling with a young girl and making off with her small dog. The men were headed towards a van, dragging the clearly agitated dog behind them as they ran.John sprinted towards them and flew at the guy who was dragging the dog by its lead. The man hit the ground with a thump and the dog broke free,...
Cheating"You know, if we were an anime, the fans would say we were total crack." asserted Hardcase. "You haven't been watching anime without me, have you?" retorted Steetch, narrowing his eyes dangerously. It had absolutely no effect, Noone started stuttering and sweating. Actualy, it was a good thing they were not anime, because it would be a real pain writing in the chibi. Oh yeah, oops sorry. "No, I am just saying." Hardcase just said. "So I had a great idea for your sub..." "Don't...
In the new world Danny found himself in, being a college professor was one of the best jobs he could ever have. It is a world of free use where women and men could fuck in public without judgement with whomever they lusted for so long as the other partner consented. The college campus was like any other; it was mostly full of students in their late teens or early twenties. They were young, beautiful, and at an age where they were constantly horny. In a world so open, the students were...
You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit into the apple. Like Eve’s, my downfall was also delivered to me by a snake. Fat sixteen-inch snake that dwelled in the jock pouch of Aaron Black. And I wanted nothing more then to...
As required, the second time , I went up to meet him I put a buttplug in my ass , it was arousing to be told what to do , after cleaning myself in and out , I chose a buttplug ( i have several ) , medium sized ,it had to be comfortable because i had to drive for over an hour with the plug jammed in my hole , I dressed myself , no underwear , just a worn out pair of jeans and a wite shirt and white sneakers. I got in my car and felt anxious for what was going to happen , I looked at the seat...
“Oh, Dios mio ... fuck, yeah ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck my ASS, papi ... fuck my culo!” Angelica proved yet again how hooked she was on my sodomizing ways. “You really do love this, don’t you ... you’re addicted to anal,” I taunted her as I rode her, while Shawn impaled her with the utmost of his own vigor. “God, yes ... I love it ... I love it ... I need it! I love it in both holes at once! It’s my favorite thing ... to have both of you inside me at once! I know that we can’t do this...
So what if you wanted to take time off of school? I mean you did just graduate right? So what if you took more than a year? Lots of people start college at the age of 21. Thoughts upon thoughts that had filtered your head throughout the years to justify NOT GOING BACK to school. But it's alright though, for the first time in awhile you are having fun. Working full time at a Cafe, partying at night with friends. Who needs school at times like these? Tonight you went to a party and lived it up...
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One Day in GermanyKarin made the short walk from her flat to the train station and waited on the concourse as arranged. 8am was early for her to be up, but this was easy money. As a student she needed all the money she could get and easy money was her favourite kind. She stood at the agreed place, her feet fidgeting in her old tan boots, trying to stay warm. The cold winter air was blowing straight through her well worn blue denim jeans. Her silvery white jacket gave slightly more protection,...
In this scene, we have to question whose fantasy is being fulfilled. Is it Chloe’s? She gets to bang a well-hung pro baseball player. Or is it the injured athlete, who gets to fuck a hot, tight, young piece of ass like Chloe? On second thought, who cares, as long as your fantasy is fulfilled. And we think Chloe’s tiny tits, eager cock slurping and slippery pussy will do the trick. She may be tiny, but she loves the pounding this big dick gives her. Her brows furrow as this baseball...
xmoviesforyouThat wasn't all, though. The pain and stiffness in her spine wasn't just from sleeping. There was a figure sitting on top of her, straddling her thighs so that she could not move, and fear gripped her in a vice. As soon as she tried to turn her head to scream, a hand tightened in her hair and shoved her face into the pillow, hard enough to stifle her voice and restrict her breathing. Lily bucked, scrabbling as she tried to twist her arms behind herself to scratch at the person holding her...
Then the receptionist on front desk had a really important bit of telephone flirting to do before she could be bothered to deal with Janie. “Jane Barron, interview, Room One oh three, Eleven thirty,” she blurted out. “You’ re late,” the receptionist observed, “Take the centre elevator.” No good luck or anything the receptionist just picked up her cellphone again with a bored scowl. Janie sprinted for the elevator, she had been pretty good at 100meter running at high school but her three...
Ryan laughed to herself as she hung up the phone. She did feel a little guilty about conning Brody into bringing her food, but she reminded herself that they had had plans, and he likely would have made dinner anyway. This was a simple matter of timing and location. She sat for a minute with her eyes closed until she heard a knock on the door. With a groan, she dragged herself off the couch and opened the door. She had to bite back a smile at the exasperated expression on Brody's face. "You...
Love StoriesYou are sitting in your office when I open the door and come in. I am dressed in a tight skirt, low-cut white blouse, stockings and heels as if I am your secretary. I say, "Sir, there are some very important matters that you've been neglecting." You say, "And what might those be?" I walk toward your desk, come around the side, and slide onto your lap. Putting my arms around your neck I say, "You've been neglecting your secretary, and she needs your attention right now!" I bend down...
HumorI was at the beach in the morning. About 2 hours before the start of the game, I went home to change and take a shower. Germany was playing Argentina in the next round of the World Cup. I put on some dark jeans. Some black Adidas Flip Flops. A white German Football Jersey. I put on some black boxer briefs. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.I drove to a bar near my house. Its kinda of an English pub. I have come there to watch most of the games played so far. They always have all the...
I have, for as long as I can remember, had a need to submit to a more dominant man. I used to hang around public toilets in the hope of being picked up and taken to be abused. Unfortunately this never happened. I used to steal my mums panties and use them to wank into. Then I would find skirts or blouses to wear, I used to admire myself in a mirror and wonder what it would be like to be a girl. I grew to adulthood with these thoughts never far from my mind, and seizing any opportunity that...
“Now, tell me what the hell is going on,” Marco said. “What is Tir a Tir? We’re supposed to be looking for Tir Yadar!” He’d been crankier than usual ever since getting stabbed. “We are,” Ellerie replied. She’d refused to speak openly while they were still out on the streets, so Josip had found an inn that had enough rooms for everyone, plus a private dining room for the group to get together. “We have a good idea of the route to Tir Yadar, but we didn’t know where to begin. Now we do. Tir a...
Laurie held on tight as we got out of the car and walked up to the strange house. Let's face it, she's just three years old. She probably didn't understand half of the discussion about a caretaker and now she was being delivered to a strange house. Eric opened the door and started when he saw Wanda. "Oh, Hi." "Hi, Eric. This is John. This is his daughter Jill and her sister Laurie." You have to admire the guy. I expected him to say 'Huh?' after that mouthful but he just nodded to...
A Passion for Penny – Ch. 03 Suburban Sinner 2008 This is the continuing story of a true life affair between two close family friends. Its passionate beginning is told in my first chapters – A Passion for Penny 1 & 2 – which proved more controversial than I had ever imagined – I even received hate mail – so please be warned: This is a true story of two married people having an affair. It lasted two exciting years before it ended. If you are distressed by stories about ‘cheating’ then...