Imprisoned for SexChapter 3
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After a couple weeks of mail-room work, I again checked in on Reggie at the restaurant. Reggie worked the grill. Bianca greeted the customers and showed them to their tables. They hired a couple of Mexican illegals to work the dishes, clean up, and bus the tables. Reggie never knew it, but he was now included in the American dream. I never thought that business would be so good to him. Wealth arrived quickly.
Interestingly enough, he wanted to expand his business and perhaps open another restaurant on the whiter side of town. He had dreams that stuck to the road, not these outlandish attempts to establish his own intellect amidst the sea of professors who already had their routines down pat. I never pegged him to be a professor for very long anyway.
He and Bianca ran the restaurant, and they added items to the menu to attract the college crowds that drank a lot and smoked weed a lot. Under Reggie and Bianca’s leadership, they made more money than his father ever did, and he guessed that this was how it was supposed to be – that the son does better than the father. He discovered the magic of such a trend, but let it be known that both Reggie and Bianca did make a lot of money despite their naivete. But with more money came more problems. Their fistfuls of cash nearly killed them.
Reggie and I walked around the block after my third visit, and he explained everything to me, because after a long period of several months, things went drastically wrong. By the time we walked around the block, I felt sorry for him. The restaurant began hemorrhaging money, mostly due to the crack that haunted their daily lives. Only crack could make things possible and also miserable for them both.
I did get to meet Bianca again. She looked good serving all of the customers. When Reggie said that she was hot, I had no idea. I doubted him. She looked and acted like the ultimate party-girl and Hollywood starlet. I was impressed. If it weren’t for Reggie’s parents, Reggie would be heading nowhere quickly. He would have pushed himself harder, but without understanding that making a family of his own would put him in a better territory of having more fulfilling security. In other words, he would finally be an adult instead of his Peter Pan method of reducing himself.
Together the couple made a lot, but their physical and mental health had been on an inevitable decline.
With each visit to them, the restaurant looked dirtier than before, and the food had way too much fat and oil in it. I tried to communicate this to Reggie, but he was already at a place where only the give and take of crack could reach him. Their addiction ruled whatever healthy and blissful oblivion they aimed for.
Very slowly, crack dealing became a mainstay of the restaurant. Instead of well-off patrons, the addict- ridden from the streets showed up to buy crack a number of times each day. With this supplementary income, the restaurant thrived. It put even more money into their pockets. Reggie even bought his parents a brand new
Mercedes convertible. His mother was thrilled, but his father saw it as a slight to his many years of making just enough to get by for his family. That was the full effect of working honestly and lawfully. That was his father’s way.
Reggie realized that, crack or not, with an honest job and honest work, people had no choice but to remain within their places. They would never take risks.
They usually survived living from paycheck to paycheck.
Reggie even brought in a sturdy vault that kept the cash and many more small pouches of freshly chiseled crack inside. Bianca became a valuable coach. The restaurant outperformed his father’s lifetime earnings in a very short time.
Soon the restaurant caught the attention of the police. Not only did they bribe the police but also the corrupt assemblyman from their district. Hell, the assemblyman was hooked too. He left his crack pipes on the floor of the State Senate. His aids watched and protected him like Terminators sent back through time.
It turned out to be quite sick – the money rolling in, everyone keeping their mouths shut, the restaurant fully funded, the crack dealers visiting them once a week. It was heaven for them both, but fairy soon the cops would come again and want even more money to turn a blind eye to their dealings.
Reggie and Bianca felt a bit paranoid around them.
With every visit the cops demanded more. They were never satisfied. Reggie and Bianca paid them top dollar, and with Bianca being as good looking as she was, she even traded favors by giving them complimentary blow jobs in their squad cars every once in a while. She kept this hidden from Reggie.
Because this is what money does. There’s never enough of it, and wherever one goes to buy things, the sky is the only limit. One can buy a piece of shit mattress, or one can buy a top of the line mattress.
They could buy outrageous meals, pay for the biggest and costliest gold and diamond jewelry, purchase clothes that even these Hollywood types couldn’t pay for, and had to rent clothes for their red carpet work.
Reggie and Bianca paid cash for new property without taking a mortgage. They bought vacant city land outright and made the restaurant poised for expansion into a full-fledged franchise. But as far as drugs were concerned, they limited themselves to selling only in the ‘hood. They suspected that law enforcement watched their every move.
They tried to keep everyone hushed up about it, and for a while it worked. The problem? Getting high on their own supply. Every half-an-hour Reggie and Bianca went into the back room of the restaurant and smoked until they felt better. The goal of feeling better found them smoking crack around the clock and buying a lot of top-of-the-line shit. Fairly soon they needed more deliveries of crack to satisfy their habit.
The more they smoked rock, the more they couldn’t manage their business. They kept money in their vault, and because of the overflowing vault, they then made huge deposits at the local bank that had a branch in the ‘hood. No one would bust them there. They rinsed their money every week, and the bank made sure no one knew. The bank kept their clients’ deposits quiet and invisible. They also charged a lot, and paying the bank for the cleaning of their bills permitted them to take their quiet lies to the IRS and other agencies that never knew so much money could be had in the ‘hood.
The whites who managed the banks thought the area too poor for even doing business there. They never could find clients as wealthy and carefree about their money as Reggie and Bianca.
They smoked, they bought, and they bribed.
Considering how the governor of the state wanted to put a dent into state corruption, bribing police officers and politicians was a fundamental part of the status quo. The longer they bribed, the better the chance that they’d come upon a more powerful state agency and spend even more money on keeping them quiet. Luckily, though, their bribes never went beyond the local cops and their elected assemblyman. The magic couple soon realized that everyone around them could be bought.
Everyone in their schemes had earned their pay by keeping watchful and silent.
After a busy lunch rush, there was finally time for both Bianca and Reggie to smoke again in the back room.
Bianca stored their crack pipe in the vault with the overflow of plastic pouches of rock. She heated up the pipe with a small torch after squeezing nuggets of crack into its metal bowl. They smoked until they were good and high. Reggie, however, was still tense after smoking it. He had ‘his mind on his money, and his money on his mind.’ A crazy, risky business to be in.
He smoked a little more to get rid of the feeling.
Bianca noticed Reggie’s agitation, unbuckled his pants, and gave him a blow-job until he was relieved. Yes, crack and sex fit together in the small back room. He loved how Bianca swallowed, because it indicated that she would continue to love him just so long as the crack and the money came in. Without these two items, they would be addicts without a home.
“There’s a lot in here,” said Bianca before locking the vault. “Maybe we should go to our country house and take a break from all of this. Or maybe we should buy ourselves a couple of new Audi Quattros. How does that sound?”
“We can’t do that. They’ll sniff us out. We have to act poor. These streets have their own eyes and ears. Anything fancy brings us closer to state prison.
We have to keep our money under wraps.”
“But what’s the point of doing all this without buying things – a car, maybe another house, a vacation to Jamaica, or even the West Indies?”
“We can’t. It’s way too risky.”
“There’s something I’m missing here, Reg. With that much money and rock we should live a little of the good life.”
“We will, sweetie. We just have to be patient.
I’m worried about the cops.”
“Me too, but that shouldn’t stop us.”
“No. Not yet. That’s my final answer.”
Bianca looked disappointed. They would have to work at the restaurant and pretend being poor.
“How about we sell this shitty restaurant?” asked Bianca. “We’d get a good price for it.”
“My father would kill me,” said Reggie. “I don’t think you realize that my father started with nothing.
The restaurant is the symbol of how hard he worked over a lifetime.”
“It’s our life,” said Bianca. “Your father doesn’t own this place anymore. He already had his life. We should start living ours.”
“No, Bianca. Not yet.”
Bianca made sure not to bring it up again. Reggie thought himself smooth for dealing with a woman who wanted every luxury material item on the face of the earth. Bianca still wanted it all – one of these young woman socialites who could afford anything she wanted and had other rich socialite friends to spend it with.
And somehow through all of this, Reggie wanted to stay poor, even though the money was coming in so fast that they couldn’t even count it all.
He made it a point of dismissing her from the restaurant early and calling for a long-stretch limousine to take her to the bars and the clubs.
Reggie didn’t have to monitor her anymore. He trusted her and was confident enough to release her from the night shift. He trusted her not to fool around with other men at those hedonistic places she went to. My- brother-from-another-mother, Reggie, loosened up and smoked crack in the back room through the night. When he locked up the restaurant, he went to his family’s place to visit, smoked more crack, and couldn’t sleep until three in the morning.
On the next morning before Bianca and the Mexican immigrants straggled in, he quickly checked in the vault. He just wanted to make sure it was locked.
Having a vault full of money and rock drove him to check on it as though he were obsessed by it, kind of like not remembering whether or not he locked the front door to his family’s house that morning. The vault remained open during the day, considering the number of times they needed to smoke. He also bribed the people he needed to bribe, and he often and gave them a free sampling of the best rock in the city, especially if they were new clients.
He was in disbelief, though, when on one rainy afternoon, at least half of the crack pouches and their many new, banded, one-hundred dollar bills were missing from the vault. He knew Bianca took them in order to spend some of the cash on the high-ticket items that she craved. She broke Reggie’s orders not to touch it, but when Reggie simmered down by taking deep breaths, he figured that maybe he was too strict with Bianca.
She must have taken the money out of desperation.
No one else in the ‘hood wanted out more than Bianca. She at least wanted a taste of the good life instead of having to see blocks of vacated townhouses, graffiti on buildings and long white trucks, and young black kids who refused to pull up their pants like the rest of us. She wanted more than just Korean beauty salons, and meals at greasy spoons other than the family restaurant for a change. Reggie questioned whether or not he had administered the right policy.
Maybe it was time he spend on some luxury clothes, cars, and a few more roomy condominiums for investment.
Bianca sorely missed the clubs and the bars, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to return to the golden years of her youth ever again, a time when her life was carefree and fun.
Of course Bianca fooled around with a couple of men in the club. Of course she started slinging bags of dope to her acquaintances. She regained her status and reputation – street credit, as they say - but it wasn’t the same. Smoking crack and fucking people in the club stalls didn’t amount to the same high degree of pleasure as it did before. She smoked more of it to pull her back to those happy times, but nothing did the trick. She was older now, as her duties at the restaurant forced her to grow into a somewhat sophisticated working girl. She went out for a week straight – fucking, sucking, and smoking. She never wanted it to end so quickly, and she no longer wanted to work at the restaurant.
Reggie knew none of this, and she kept it that way.
If Reggie found out, she’d be thrown out. She wouldn’t be able to score any more of the crack from the vault.
After a few days had passed, she realized that she was into Reggie only because of the crack he sold through the restaurant. The restaurant became a front for the real money that came through crack. Reggie knew that he couldn’t bribe the cops and the assemblyman for much longer. They always wanted more, and if Reggie didn’t give them what they required, they’d arrest him and book him for an empty cell at the state penitentiary.
For the first time since opening for business, Reggie and Bianca were beginning to lose their wealth. They used up their supply of crack instead of the pain in the ass it took to sell it to the highest bidder.
Bianca missed work for a few days. No call, no show. Reggie and his Mexican crew had to work around her. She had taken about half of the money and the crack saved in the vault. While making a cheeseburger at the grill – the only food he really knew how to cook right – he saw a police squad car pull up right near the entrance of the restaurant. Reggie anticipated the conversation. It involved money, sex, and politics.
“Hi there, Reginald.”
“Hello, officer Smalls. Would you like something to eat – perhaps a hamburger or a hot-dog? I have some already made.”
“No thanks,” said the officer. “I’m only in here for a short time. It’s very busy on the streets today.”
“Then I guess we should get down to business,” said Reggie.
In the register, underneath the plastic rack that organized all of the restaurant’s daily profit, Reggie took out a white envelope and handed it to Officer Smalls. The officer felt its thickness and then looked inside.
“Aren’t we a little light this month?” he asked.
“Yeah. Sorry about that. Bianca took most of the money to buy a few high-priced things.”
“Well, this won’t do. It’s getting tougher and tougher to protect you. If this is all there is, we may have to arrest you.”
“And what about Bianca?”
“Everyone on the force loves her. She’s all set.
You, on the other hand, will be arrested if you don’t pad this envelope a little more. You’re light this month, but I tell you what – we’ll give you a week more.
You should have the right amount in a week, or else we’re gonna have to haul you in. Sorry about that.
You have an impeccable history with us. This is the first time I’ve seen one of the envelopes light. You have to get this money to us. If you can, it would help if you included a few crack hits too.”
“I should have it by next week, Officer Smalls, sir.
It won’t happen again. Sorry about that.”
“Remember – it could mean substantial prison time for you.”
“I know. I’ll get you the money by next week.”
“Good. Have a great day.”
Officer Smalls then left, leaving Reggie so angry and insecure about his future that he wanted to smack Bianca for taking all of the supply and half the money from the vault. He had no idea how he would be able to pay Officer Smalls next week. It all came down to Bianca – the party-goer, the great dame of the night, the thief who took half of all their money and pouches of crack. God only knew how she spent this money, because when she showed up to the restaurant a few days later, she said she had spent all of it.
“You what?!”
“There’s nothing left, Reggie. I spent it all.”
“On what?”
“Well, my best friend from high school needed a new car. Hers was too old.”
“You telling me you bought a friend a fucking car?
What about the rock?”
“I kind of gave it to my friends at the club and the bars. It’s important for them to know that I’m a wealthy and important person – the elite of the elite.”
“Are you fucking nuts?! The money we had to use to pay people off people just to operate the restaurant is no longer there?”
“No,” she said in a child’s voice, as he knew Reggie now galloped on the warpath.
“Did you even think about this before you took all of it? Do you need me to explain to you that we don’t have enough for Officer Smalls this month – that we need enough rock and money to survive here?”
“I’m sorry, Reg,” she said while cozying up to him.
“I’m really sorry, boo.”
“Stop behaving like a fucking child. We need that money and those bags of rock. Otherwise, they’ll send me to state prison, and I’ll be there for a very long time. That can’t happen. You have to get that money back, or else I’m screwed.”
“We can always try to sell more. We can branch out.
We’ll give some of the rock to our two Mexicans to spread it around their neighborhoods. That’s possible.”
“No, it isn’t. Think, Bianca, think. Think about it! They sling a bag to the wrong person, and all of our crack, along with our two best workers, will be deported to Mexico. And you know what? I may join them there. If we don’t have that cash, I have to leave. I can’t stay here. We would forfeit everything.
Even our marriage plans.”
“I’m sorry, boo. Sounds like you’re really stressed out. Maybe you need some stress relief.”
She opened his zipper and fit her soft hand inside.
“It doesn’t work anymore, Bianca.”
“What? You can’t get hard again?”
“I have no desire, no want of sex right now while my ass is on the line. We have to get that money.”
“I guess you want me to walk the streets, then?”
“Of course not. The cops may love you for it. But you should save your work for when we recover the money.
You must have made enough of it already. I hate the idea of you doing your tricks with officers. Not just officers but with average-ass street folk too. Now tell me honestly, okay?”
“Tell you what?”
“What happened to half of our cash and half of our rock?”
Bianca sat in silence at first, because she didn’t know how to explain it. She didn’t want Reggie to get mad at her anymore, because his shouting and yelling scared the shit out of her. Better to be upfront about it.
“I bought a car.”
“Excuse me? You did that for your friend, I know.
But you bought another one?”
“I said I bought a car. It’s locked in a garage near the campus.”
“Didn’t I specifically say that we shouldn’t buy anything right now? Didn’t I explain that we can’t take any financial risks until it’s safe to buy nice things? What kind of car did you buy anyway?”
“I bought a Jaguar.”
“Well, that’s just fucking great. All we need are those officers to find out. They’ll haul me in. You bought a Jaguar, and I’m getting closer to spending twenty years in the State Pen. That’s just great. You really did it this time, and it’s too bad that you can’t drive the thing yet. Disconnect the battery and leave it in storage. I’m not going down because of the Jaguar.”
“How do we get the money back?”
“Depends where you spent it.”
“I bought the car. That was the major expense. As far as the rock, I repaid people with it. I owned them money, but they were nice enough to accept the crack.”
“The car has to go back. You know that, don’t you?”
“I’m not taking the car back,” said Bianca. “It’s the only thing in this world that makes me happy.”
“That car has to go.”
“Fuck you, Reggie. You can’t make me take it back.
I love that car.”
A winced expression on Reggie’s face suggested that he was thinking about what to do.
“Where’s this garage where the car is?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Then what do we do about Officer Smalls visit?”
“We’ll raise the price on all of our clients.”
“That’s not such a bad idea, although our clients would go crazy. Our supply is already overpriced.
They’ll be some pissed off people in town tomorrow and the next day.”
“So what?”
“So what, what?”
“We don’t have to care so much about who’s buying our product. We’re in control. You’re the Head Niggah On the Street around here. We have to serve ourselves every once in a while. Who cares if our clients get pissed. They’re already hooked. They’d pay any price for it.”
“True. Well, let’s start selling some of it. We need to pay for that stupid car you bought. We have to sling enough rock to make up for it. We have to get it done by next month. Otherwise, we already know what’ll happen. I’ll tell my labs down south to speed up the process. Maybe there’s some hope for us after all.”
“You never see the lighter side, Reggie. You are dark, moody, and confrontational.”
“I apologize, sweetheart. I just get scared.”
“That’s because you think too seriously for your own good. You always think that what we got going here will never work and end in catastrophe. It’s not fair to me. You have to stop thinking, planning, and worrying so much. Have a little faith.”
Bianca avoided the new Jaguar dilemma from that point on. She wanted to keep the car more than anything. She fell in love with it, and due to this, she didn’t even drive it. She saved it for when the warm summer months swept through the area again. It would be safe then to start spending their cash on some really valuable shit. At least for posterity.
“And I want a baby,” she said to Reggie when they woke up the next day in one of their vacant condos. A baby became some attempt to legitimize their lives.
Bianca felt that her clock was about to strike. Reggie, though, was having none of it.
“Our society is too cruel to bring another baby into this world. Our baby would never survive.
They’ll turn into alcoholics and drug addicts who then head straight to rehab, not once, but many times over.
There’s no way I’m gonna pass on that hardship. Our family will suffer. The kid would suffer, not to mention that the two of us would suffer. It’s just not a good idea.”
“You say no to everything. You realize that, don’t you?”
“I do it for our own security and well-being, sweetheart. We don’t need to have kids. We don’t need a new house. We don’t need to sell this dirty restaurant. We don’t need any of the new property we bought. It’s all just a pipe dream. The American dream is found in that crack pipe we smoke – to feel good about things, to be the best versions of ourselves.
We don’t need any of this American dream bullshit. We have to let God wield his own power over us. Fuck the American dream. It stays alive by sticking the white- owned media machines on our backs like wild monkeys, like the advertisements that the once-serious channels have become. It’s just survival, and we’re slowly but surely surviving here.”
“I thought there’d be so much more.”
“We’re drug dealers, okay Bianca?”
“But I want a child, Reggie.”
“You can’t have one. Our goal is to survive any way we can. Children don’t need to grow up in this shit.”
Bianca put on her street clothes and said she would meet him at the restaurant in a couple of hours for the morning shift. Tearing herself away from the comforts of their bed didn’t suit her well. Nevertheless, Reggie’s Queen dressed skimpily and took to the streets, selling her body for pouches of crack. She gave away too much crack at the bars and the clubs the night before. Yes, they all loved her for it, but she knew she had to take it all back. When she asked those same people later in the day to loan her the money, they said they didn’t have any crack or the money she lent them. All of the stuff she took from the vault was gone, all except for the Jaguar. It was high time that she raise the prices on the crack again and work her routine as a sex worker. Reggie couldn’t have felt worse about it. Apparently, Bianca had a large and wealthy clientele.
But with strenuous work in the restaurant, Bianca’s street money, raising the price on their product, and making the local police trust them, fairly soon the crack and the money grew five times as greater and faster than before. The office vault couldn’t handle the sheer size of cash they had earned, and interestingly enough, Bianca took plenty of her jewelry given to her by her mother and stuffed it in a safe deposit box at the local bank. After all of that arguing and hard negotiating, they finally agreed that their lives were back on track. They would be able to pay off Officer Smalls and collect from the other lost and papery thin addicts who seemed to follow them wherever they went, an entourage in seas of doubt.
They waited a week and worked hard at the restaurant. Officer Smalls came in like clockwork, his envelope heavy with cash. They had escaped for next month’s payment. As long as everyone got their money, they had very little to worry about. They could remember that they had to get married. The week proved to be plenty stressful, and Bianca knew that she had to de-stress him in the back room. Once again, he loved how she swallowed. She was so good at it that it only took five minutes of her time, and then she demanded sixty-bucks for it.
Reggie was shocked. She must have been playing with him. She acted like his girlfriend but treated him like a John. He couldn’t tell how much he should cough up at every de-stressing session, but giving her more and more money, more clothes and shoes, more entertainment, more of everything, suited her just fine.
By being a real con-artist, Bianca took most of his weekly money. While he slept, she went through his pockets, found his wallet and credit cards, and hit the town on one of her many shopping sprees. Reggie knew she must have been spending on her friends. She must have sold the crack to the highest bidder and then pocketed the money for herself, probably for more crack and a dress or two at the local boutique no women in their right minds could afford.
Back in the restaurant, Reggie cursed the Jaguar.
He wanted it returned, even though returning it would mean some loss on an investment. He would have to tell Bianca to sell it back to the original car dealer.
“I don’t want to return it. It is my car. It is my life, not yours.”
“Would you rather we sleep on the streets?”
“That Jaguar didn’t go over our budget at all. We have more cash now than we ever had before. The Jaguar is a drop in the bucket compared to how well stocked we are, both here and in our social lives. We have money.
We have clients. And now we have a Jaguar. Get used to it.”
He hated the way she talked down to him. She had little reason to do so. It was still his money, his car, and his restaurant that furnished every item for Bianca’s personal use. She gave herself an expensive gift for doing nothing but waiting on tables and giving her fiancé and police officers blow-jobs when they tensed up. And she kept on asking for more money on top of all that.
Bianca looked through his jacket pockets and found his wallet. She checked it after Reggie went up to bed.
Reggie had five dollars and a bunch of new high- interest credit cards waiting to be used. Even though she said she’d never do it again, she took all of the credit cards and went to the mall to use them. It turned out, even with all of that money, she promised to buy crack from different people entirely to make it more affordable. All of a sudden, the crack that they had cooked up made little difference, if not for the overwhelming passion for the business and the energy he retained.
They were addicts. Both realized they had to change. Once again, the money soon dried up. They had no money to pay off Smalls or the assemblyman. It took two more weeks for the restaurant to run out of business. All they could do is go to NA meetings and try to use his credit cards or even report them stolen.
Bianca spent five-hundred dollars of Reggie’s money every weekend. Reggie noticed this, but he had little idea how he would talk to her about money-matters. He made an on-side’s kick, and there was no telling who’d win the battle over crack.
They also inhaled on that crack pipe harder than ever. I think they hit it every fifteen minutes at their high point. They loved the high. Both of them wanted out, though. Bianca had a long rap sheet, and Reggie was a two-time convicted felon with thousands of dollars in fines to pay. They couldn’t escape - not enough of the idiot-crack money to pay for a trip to sunny Mexico. Reggie fell in love with the Mexico idea.
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Straight SexI like it, I like it... ooooohhhhh, his cock feels so wonderful fucking up into me back there, I never thought anything this wicked could feel so good... The passion-enslaved mother's wide-stretched rectum had grown accustomed to the hugh rod sunk deeply up into the very pit of her bowels and her buttocks grinding wildly back against Carl's deeply fucking cock had begun to churn in mounting desire rather than in protest. Her moans were of delight now, not agony, and her long silky brown...
Two weeks after Doomsday, Lancaster County, Virginia “We ... have an idea ... a proposal of sorts. Now that we’re all bi ... and very polyamorous, many of us have decided that we want ... to be ... a group marriage. All of us are married to you ... and to each other. What are your thoughts on that, babe?” Hannah urged me, even as we set up camp in a sense in northern Virginia. “So ... this is ... a mutiny,” I teased a bit, but I had to admit that I was flattered ... still, “how many folks...
DEDICATION: This story is for you Michelle - because I wanted to tell you where I come from - in more ways than one. PLEASE NOTE: Parts of his story have a high "yuck" factor. If involuntary bodily functions turn you off then I suggest you find another story. Don't read this over lunch, and if you have something in your hand while reading it I suggest that something is not your sandwich. In a central scene, George is looking after a very small, very sick child - and her mother. It's not...
4. Mrs Driver takes things in her hands He was taken out from his reverie by Mrs Driver's voice. Alice changed her attitude right away, looking down on her nice pink high heel shoes. "And what things was he trying to do to you, that you had to truss up the lad in such a way, young woman?" Mrs Driver asked peremptorily. "He was trying to fondle my breasts, and he was calling me names..." Alice replied still as shyly. "What names, pray you?" "Bad names for lesbians..." "Did...
Beth had fallen asleep on the couch, and sometime during the night her father had carried her up to her room after their heavy fuck session. She woke up under the covers, naked, and deeply satisfied. All she could think of, and all she wanted was cock. She had already been fucked by 7 guys. Will from the White Place, Shawn from the gas station, and 5 of her mother's friends. As she thought about all these men, she then thought about how 6 out of the 7 guys had cum in her, and if she could be...
Hi everyone. For those who don’t know about me, I am Prudhvi from Chennai. I have an athletic body and girls say I am cute. I love to have sex with cute and hot girls as well sex chat. Any girl who is interested in having fun or sex chat with me can contact me at or send a friend request in Facebook at the same email id. You can read my other stories by clicking on author name in this page. So let’s begin the story where I have ended. We are kissing in the water naked for 10 mins and my dick...
I started her training right off, having her take pictures and make videos, and making her go out and get herself a collar, which she was required to wear whenever we were online together or she made a new video on my orders. I put my fingerprints all over her in the form of comments on her page, and made plans to get a load to haul down to her town. It took some time, but finally the day came when I called her and told her to be waiting for me at the truck stop when I pulled in. As always,...
HADARIA CAPITAL CITY OF UNOPA DAY FOURTEEN "It is truly a blessing to finally meet you my Queen." The tall Hadarian spoke as he leaned over deeply at the waist. Anja forced a small smile and nodded. "I ... ok ... I guess so." Anja spoke. Prefect Zaniai straightened up and looked at her. This woman before him was the image of her long dead mother in every way possible. The jade green eyes highlighted a deeply tanned skin tone, more so than the average Hadarian, but with her...
Alien AbductionI was walking my long walk home, it was later than usual and I was in a hurry to get home, certain areas I was walking towards have a history of being a bit dangerous and I knew better than to be out late at night in this area, I walked through one of the more quiet areas, and looked into a nearby field, through the fence I could see what looked like a person, laying down, it was late and I couldnt just leave them there without making sure they was okay so I found a small gap in...
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Oh man! I was still sleepy and didn't want to get up. I knew that I had to, and I didn't give us a lot of time to get ready. I sat up in bed and looked at the sleeping Kelly. I shook her to wake her, and she stirred but didn't want to get up either. "Okay Sweet Thing, time to get up. You have twenty-five minutes before we meet Yori for breakfast. Move it." "You're so mean. What a slave driver." She sat up and the covers slid from her upper torso....
Introduction: A year after being sandwiched by her partner and boss in hopes of a raise, Abby applies for a promotion, for which shell have raise the bar even higher. Things had been progressing pretty quickly all day, and they certainly werent slowing down once Abby came up to the side of the bed and undid the last button on her collared blouse, revealing her bra. That innocent white smile spread across her face as the equally white top slipped off the young girls arms and fell out of my sight...
Oh, she was so beautiful. She had long hair as soft as silk. Her eyes as blue as the clearest sky, warm hands and lips. Breasts as soft as pillows. Her cunt as hot as a winter’s stove. She came to me, the evening was young and we had not seen each other in a week. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me gently. I returned the favor touching my lips to hers and gently caressing her neck. I pull her shirt off and her mine. She arches her back as I kiss her neck and down her chest to...
************************************* Even though she knew what we were doing, Mom didn't say anything more to us and quickly got used to us going to the same room at night. My twin and I used my bedroom because the guest bed was bigger, quieter and had more bounce. For the next six nights Holly and I lived in a sexual fantasy land as we tried to make up for the years we were apart. We didn't try to make excuses for our behavior, we didn't try to rationalize, we just fucked like...
What a party it was. My girlfriend had talked her single mother into letting us have a party in their house and there must be 40 people at one point. We were all in college and home over the weekend, so my girlfriend talked her mother into letting us party there instead of going out and get drunk somewhere else. Lisa's mother, Bella was a cool 40+ year old who thought it was better if we did not drink and drive. Or got in trouble for being drunk out on the streets. We were all over the drinking...
“Hello, Becky. What’s happening?” “I’m headed out to shop right now. I should be back after lunch.” “Two would be fine. See you then.” He punched the end button and pocketed his phone. He looked at me and said, “We have four hours to ourselves. I would like you to be with me when she and John arrive.” “Why, Jack?” “I will not lie to my children about a relationship and I hope that we have one. They need to know that and get used to it.” “I would like to think we have a relationship,...
Hi friend’s mai aapko apni true kahani btane ja rha hu, mera naam ishu hai or mai delhi me rahta hu.mere joint family hai or mere pariwar me mere dada, dadi or mere mom , dad , sister and me(16 year old). Or me chhote dada ,dadi or unki ladki(meri bua ji) jo 21 saal ki hai. Ye kahani aaj se 2 saal pahle yani 2010 ki hai jab mere 9th ke exam hone ke bad chuttiya ho gyi thi. Ussi beech mere ek relative jo mere chhote dada ki badi ladki ke ghar agra marriage party thi. Us marriage party me mera...
Introduction: A Brother is torn between what is right and wrong when he falls in love with his little sister. Chapter Four It was Sunday morning when Alan woke up to Brianna laying naked in his arms. He smiled and rolled over to face her. With a gentle kiss on her lips, her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and stretched. Good morning, Big Brother. Good morning. You feel alright? She nodded, looking as sweet as ever. Then she straddled him and slid his hardening tool into her wet snatch. A soft...
It was a steamy-hot summer night about 1 a.m., just outside the Memphis city limits. Mosquitoes large as crop dusters droned and bit at will. I was running radar on one of the county back roads, notorious for being a speedway between local watering holes. ‘I should be able to collect a bit of revenue for the Sheriff's office and keep some other poor fool from having to blot up some drunk's body from the pavement after an accident,’ I thought as I sat in my cruiser – waiting. ‘Okay. Here comes a...
EroticA Grand View From the TopWendy struggled with a great vehemence, of course. Petite and pretty she still managed nothing but bad luck with men so she had accepted her former friend Charlotte's recommendation for a blind date.Charlie could be said to have rugged good looks. No doubt existed of his intelligence, assertiveness, wit or expensive habits of money. Midnight had struck on this warm June night and some three hundred dollars had been spent on her entertainment. With her tight and short...
In high school I was quite popular and had a lot of friends. I danced and because of my dancing my ass was tight and round and all the boys could not keep their eyes off of it. My names Bailey, I have long brown curly hair, unique one brown eye and one green eye, i'm 5'6 and 115 pounds with full C breasts. As I was saying, I had lots of friends in high school but I had my best friend, Layla... Laya was so sexy. And everyone knew it, especially her. She's 5'8 120 pounds with sexy blonde hair and...
Lesbian"Ready?" Anthony Brewer looked up from his desk, irritation touching his face. He had a mountain of work to get through, and he wasn't in the mood for fun and games. "No, I'm not," he told Pepper. "I have things to do." "Pooh." She crossed the few steps from the door, a young woman, half his age, really, her dark hair swinging in a ponytail behind her, her white top coming down to her waist, and the rest of her, like everyone else in the office, bare. "I could say 'all work and...
Sky Blue proves she’s able to handle all the cock conduit DREDD has to give in this roaring scene from Jules Jordan. We mention roaring as that’s what our short-haired Sky reminds us of. A sexy flapper from the twenties. The sweet blue-eyed chickadee is drop-dead gorgeous. Dressed in wonderful creme lingerie made up of mostly elastic strapping with baby blue high heels. Sky snakes and bobs down a stairway. She mercilessly pauses on steps and sends laser eye beams back at the camera. She grabs...
xmoviesforyouSol System USS Washington Ken stood there looking at the young woman who bowed her head to him. Walking towards her, his mind raced with what she had done to Amy and the other interfaces. But, after reading their mandate that was initiated when they were created, he now knew more of what she was talking about. Once they became an interface they were under the jurisdiction of the Interface council. Sandy, being the oldest, became the highest judge of the council. Stopping in front of the...
Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: November 22, 2010) Chapter 17 - Stairway to Stardom "Morning, Austin," I said when I walked into the kitchen to get breakfast the next morning. It was earlier than I would have expected him to be up. "Are you coming to the video...
The day went by and was pretty much uneventful. I did some house work, and called back a few clients, and looked at some porn on the internet. Since Ryan and I got together I’ve been getting hornier than I was when I was in my late teens early twenties. I even masturbated more often now since Ryan first fucked me; it just seems my pussy gets wet at the drop of a hat now. I haven’t even told Ryan that I sometimes don’t wear panties at work just so I can masturbate to the idea of his cock...
Veronica and Mandi leave the sauna with the mystery man just as satisfied as Samuel Sanders, though both women are probably even more satisfied than both men. They quickly shower in the locker room, doing their best to keep their hands off each other. It isn’t until after they finish dressing and are on their way back up to sign papers does Veronica remembers something very important. “Oh fuck,” Veronica mutters. “I forgot all about Danny.” A smile curls on Mandi’s face as she says, “I...
Emma stood in the loud hallway as the other students shuffled by her and through the open door. Her heart clenched, and she glanced towards the stairwell that led to the city outside, the peace of a place away from him. But, she’d already missed four days of classes. Thank God for Miriam and her total disregard for rules and authority figures. Miriam found her sitting on the curved stairway that led to their small lofts. Her knees were pulled to her chest, her eyes puffy and swollen. Her...
We got downstairs and I figured I'd have to hail a cab on such short notice, but we walked out of the lobby and there was Sandy and the limo standing there with a big grin on her face. "Sandy," I said, "¿Qué Pasa, mi amiga?" "Nada Señor Roberto," she shot back without hesitation. "¿y usted?" "Bien, Gracias," I replied. "¡Vamos al restaurante!" Sandy smiled and said, "Necesitamos hacer una parada" "¡No hay problema! Vamos." The girls were looking at us both a bit...
It was very, very strange waking up like that. I'll fall asleep in front of the TV late at night, that happens a lot, but it was 7 AM and broad daylight on a hot August morning, and I was still in front of the TV. I'd gotten off work about midnight, came straight home and thought I'd settle in to watch SportsCenter before going to bed, maybe an old movie on one of the satellite movie channels. Now my favorite way to watch TV is laying on my stomach on the plush carpet I put into this house we...
Mrs. Carson was gone when we woke up the next morning. Once more it was a knock on the door that woke me. I answered it naked, expecting Mrs. Carson. I jumped back behind the door when I saw that it was another boy from our class because it wasn’t one of Ken’s friends. At least I didn’t think he was. He hasn’t been hanging around with us. But he got a damned good view before I managed to duck behind the door. I had certainly made his day! He blushed as red as my hair and said, “Hi, Jen. Mr....
Bullies Extended Ending When I originally wrote the story I ended at the last chapter including the epilogue. I left the gender of the protagonist intentionally blank. I didn't have any greater truths for anyone. In general, after years of these tg sex stories (even those without sex) I didn't see a need for a happy ending nor justice. If you want happy endings and justice go to the real movies where the hero always wins and the villain gets it in the end. But after reading the...
#17, Way of the People January 16 The explosion in #1422 of the Lanhua Teacher's Apartment complex destroyed that apartment, and seriously damaged the one on either side of it and the ones above and below. Thus it was that the watchers of Dr. Fa were out on the street and could not check their listening devices until early in the morning of the next day. Being state of the art, and thus, completely electronic, some of the disks used to record everything were damaged. The equipment that...
Intro to Sissies, Part 14 Mistress Satin leaned her curvaceous body into the huge cathedral doors and they swung open slowly and heavily. She stepped and beckoned to John Phillips to enter before her. Sweat beaded his forehead, and not just from the struggle of mincing alongside Mistress Satin down the seemingly endless cement corridors to get to Goddess Chanazine's Temple. That had been a torment: The boots were so arched, the heels so high and thin, the blue leather dress so...
Did your mom ever told you to ''come back before its dark?''ask my babysitter Miss Rebeccaher long black hair going down her summer dress, white with black polka dots , she was beautiful black lady with nice curves and very talli always liked when she came to baby sit meher night time story always so special and full of thing grown up talk about''yes all the time''''tonight book is about why it is dangerous outside at night''''go put your pijama''---------------------It all started a long ling...
Being a guy, orgasms are as common as the sun rising. Having talked with female friends over the years I discovered how many women have not had an orgasm during sex or in some cases never even while masturbating. It was my goal that every woman I was with would cum.This particular woman at the age of 34 had never, ever had an orgasm. Having had sex since she was 17 with different men over the years made it seem even more unbelievable that one of them couldn't get the job done.One night while...
Straight Sex"NO! Damn it Roger I don't want to just take off and lay around the damn beach with you. I'm sick of Miami and have more important things to do than traipse all around the country with you. That's all you want to do any more. We're young. We need to live it up before it's too late. I'm sick of you telling me I can't go out with my friends. I have a life and if you want to share it you need to change your ways. Just because I agreed to marry you doesn't give you the right to tell me I...
“We need to talk,” Wendy said as we lay together in the broad backseat of her car, pleasantly warm despite the chill night air outside. We were theoretically celebrating our first win of post-season play, but that would be too close to “normal” for Wendy, so I kept the thought to myself. I rested my hands on her bare ass as she propped herself up with her elbows resting on my chest. Her face was inches from me and her eyes were serious. “So talk,” I said with a smile. She stared at me for...
I felt numb. "What have I done? Did I just sell my son off for a better quality of life? "I thought to myself as I rode back to the resort without my son. Not even Leif's hot body could pop me out of how guilty I felt at that moment. Leif didn't say anything to me on the ride back to the resort; he just had a concerned look on his face. Angel also noticed my look as he drove but didn't say anything to me either. We finally arrived back at the resort. Leif got out first and held the door open...
Private’s hot new movie, TV Reporter, stars your favourite blonde British bombshell Sienna Day as she thanks her hot friend Carmel Andersson for a job well done. After some sensual lesbian action, Carmel Andersson is wet and ready for her task. She tempts in corrupt politician Ben Kelly, having her man eat her tight pussy before returning the favour with a sloppy blowjob. This slut takes it hard on all fours and puts that thick white ass to work before finishing things up with a cum filled...
xmoviesforyouMike spent a few minutes during the evening turning the two spare blankets and the two poles into a stretcher so that they would be ready to leave first thing in the morning. The main problem was that the poles were just a little too short. Of course, one did what one could with the materials at hand. There were two ways to make a stretcher. One by folding the blanket around the poles and the other by rolling the blanket around the poles. He chose the later. JJ cooked a simple stew over the...
Shaking his head Jake decided it was about time that he visited the Jinn dimension. As soon as all of his Jinns were stronger and could travel then he thought he should. The whole time the words that Nyrae had told him were going through his head. [You are the Ever Last Master, the savior of the Jinn race. Right now I don't think there is anything that you aren't allowed.] With a smirk Jake wondered if that was really true or not, true he was allowed to touch the princess. (Touch among...
She had wanted to see me again and had begged for me to visit. But her mother had a new job and Makahlya was back in school so we hadn't found time. Over the weekend I had received a text from her. "I am in break next week. My mom said I can borrow the car so we can meet up! She will just catch a ride to work with her coworker." "Awesome! Where do you want to meet?" I had texted back. "I remember this place I went camping with my older cousins when I was younger. It used to...
Meet our man Ray Black. He’s got a brand new crib. Ray’s moved down to LA and he’s rented out a guest house. Now right next to him in the other guest house on the property is one freaky ass chick by the name of Kenzie. This babe has been busting out that pussy non stop so Ray figures he would head over while his buddy films the adventure. You see in LA, everybody is a superstar and must record their life so they can be a rich and famous influencer. Sure it’s not real...
xmoviesforyouFriday, the week before Thanksgiving, I was busy clearing the pending work from my desk. I was going to get this done by the end of the day if it killed me. My plan was to take a few days off next week combining them with the holidays and it would give me nine straight days out of the office. I would kick back, take some time to sit on my ass, regroup, watch football, and eat turkey sandwiches with no interruptions. I’m called Don to most people. My mother calls me Donald, I don’t like it but...
Series 4, Episode 7: SIOBHAN We’re looking at the beautiful English countryside – fields, stone walls, a few cows grazing ... Then we’re looking at a grim street of residential blocks – skinny kids running around as exhausted looking single mothers carry the shopping home ... Then we’re looking down at a crowded street market – barrows selling everything from fresh fruit and veg, to handmade jewelry and knock-off designer handbags. Now we’re in the middle of a busy food-court - restaurants...
I am a Swedish single woman, aged 33. I had a strange but sexy experience during this summer of 2005. I thought I'd tell you about it.It was during one of those few hot days in Stockholm, I was wearing a t-shirt without sleeves. On my way back home from the office, the underground carriage was really crowded. I had to raise one arm to grip a post rather high up to get some support.I then noticed a guy, about my age, with his eyes fixed onto my armpits. Unshaven, as always. On the way out of the...
Chapter 07: Carmen and Ryan goes shoppingThe next day Peter arrived home and throughout the rest of the week, Carmen and I tried to get together, whenever we could. But it had proven difficult, so on those rare occasions when Peter and Tony was both away from the house, we would get together for an hour or so of fiery copulation. The sex at these times was always incredibly hot and intense because Carmen and I had been watching one another from a distance, checking out each others bodies,...
So i'm laying around the Trailer.just relaxing and playing with my always horny pussy.When the phone rings.I say Hello,He say Hi cousin.it's my cousin from up the road.he say i wanted to come by and visit the family, I look down at my pussy which was twitchin,and said my pussy says come on over,he made a big YE-HI,i will be right over. we used to fuck all the time,he was the one who took my Anal Cherry.He didn't want to get pregnant.(as you know from Pt 1 my dad or brother gave a c***d).He...
This a rework and update of a previous tale.Slut: The Exhibitionist (Part 1) I’m going to be blunt, in fact I’m going to be very blunt, but I’m going to be truthful. I know I have a good body and I work hard to make sure I do. I’m probably best described as a slut and I wear slut type clothes that shows off and enhances my curves, allowing the guys to see my small waist, large firm breasts and my taut tight buttocks.This escalates somewhat even more so when we’re on holiday and I’m decked out...
He paused, ‘You know it’s strange, but I can’t seem to remember anything at all.’ Robert stood in the doorway, unsure what to do, disoriented. ‘Is that so?’ said a voice from inside the room. ‘Yes,’ Robert said, frowning. ‘Believe it or not, for a second there I couldn’t even remember my own name!’ Charlotte looked around the corner at him. ‘I hope you haven’t forgotten mine.’ ‘Charlotte! Of course.’ Robert laughed. ‘Now that you mention it, it almost feels like I didn’t know it at first....