Work Skills free porn video

This is a FigCaption - special HTML5 tag for Image (like short description, you can remove it)

Taking the sheet out of the laminator, just a glance confirmed her sinking suspicions. All spotty and blotchy again, she sighed. Saturday morning, and here she was going over laminating skills, because apparently she “just didn’t get it”, in the words of her boss. She unwillingly carried it back to -------, sitting sprawled out in his office chair, watching her approach with a half smile on his face.

“Let’s see it then,” he said. She reluctantly handed it over. “What is this?” he snapped, “You still can’t do it properly? Do you think I want to be here with you, teaching you the most basic skills? I’ve gone over this with you a hundred times, you can’t possibly be so stupid. Go try again.”

Smarting from the reprimand, she went back and ran it again, with the same results. Looking over it with tears in her eyes, she knew she just couldn’t get it right. “Bring it over,” called ------.

She walked slowly up and hung in the doorway. “Well? Show it to me,” he ordered. Upon seeing the same mistakes, he angrily stood up. “How can you be such an idiot? Why can’t you do this right?” he demanded. “I’m not an idiot!” she yelled, “I’m doing it exactly the way you showed me!”

CRACK! The blow left a stunned silence on her end, with her mouth in a perfect O. “Don’t you talk back to me! You’re lucky I’m even helping such a stupid girl as you,” he raged, while tears welled in her big blue eyes, and poured down her cheeks.

“I can’t believe you hit me,” she sobbed, “I’m trying as hard as I can!” She stood there, her shoulders shuddering with sobs.

Suddenly, he was in front of her, holding her to his chest. “There, there,” he soothed, ”Hush, hush, shhh. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just frustrating when a luscious little girl is prancing around in front of me all the time, refusing to do what I ask.”

“I am trying,” she wept. Pulling her over to a chair, he sat down and sat her on his lap, with her face in his shoulder. Smoothing her hair down, he murmured, “Shh, shhh, daddy knows. Daddy won’t be so hard on you anymore,” as he stroked her back.

Hearing that, she recoiled. “You’re not my daddy,” she sniffled into his shoulder.

“I am now,” he whispered, and she noticed her bra had come unclasped in back, spilling her breasts out into the semi-sheer shirt she was wearing. He began caressing her exposed breasts through her shirt, rubbing her nipples over with his large, rough, thumb.

“Stop, what are you doing?,” She tried to say, but with her mouth pressed against his shoulder it came out as little moans of contentment instead. “That’s right,” he murmured, “That feels good doesn’t it?” Raising her voice, she said, “Stop, I don’t like this,” but she was so muffled it just sounded like she was agreeing with louder moans. Her body certainly was sensitive, with the neural aftereffects of the slap heightening her every sensation, and her little body was so horny…


Her nipples stiffened under his attentions, and she felt herself pressing harder against his hands. “Oh, you like that?” he whispered into her ear, “I knew you’d be easy…” To her shame, his warm voice in her ear and the rubbing, which had turned to tugging, was beginning to have an effect on her, and she felt her pussy growing damp.

He moved his right hand from her breasts and reached down to slide her skirt up over her ass. She gasped in surprise and tried to tug it down but he grabbed both her wrists in his big left hand, and pulled aside her pretty little thong to slide his fingers between her thighs. Dragging his fingers every so lightly over her shaved pussy, he quietly remarked, “You really are just a little girl, aren’t you? Have you even been taken by a man before?” By this point she really couldn’t control herself, and let out a sweet sigh as he gently caressed her puffy little slit.

“Are you going to be a good girl and not try to get away?” he asked, as he softly petted her. She nodded, and he released her wrists to go back to teasing her hard, fat nipples—pulling them out and letting them bounce back. The hard pinching made her want more, and she rubbed her mound against his hand. At that, he spread her chubby lips open and ran one long finger down her slit. When he reached her pussy, he pushed his finger in deep. She was so wet and so tight, she moaned as he slipped inside.

“My, my, what a little slut you are! So wet for just my finger, and so tight you must barely know what daddy’s going to do to you,” he sighed. “What am I going to do with such a baby? Stand up.” She didn’t want to get off his finger, but he gave her a little slap to get her moving. Startled, she quickly stood, while he remained seated, looking at her calculatingly.

“Now, I want you to kneel down in front of me,” he said, standing up, “And undo my belt. Then unbutton my pants and pull them down.” She knelt and looked up at him, seeing the large bulge in his pants and wanting whatever he would give her. She reached up with trembling fingers and tried to unbuckle his belt, but it took her several tries, until he reached down and pinched her mouth into an O between his fingers. “You won’t believe what I’ll do to you if you don’t hurry up,” he snarled. Belt undone, she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down.

“And the rest of it,” he said carelessly, but with a rough pinch of her cheek. She slowly pulled down his tight boxers, and the massive erection underneath sprang free. “Be daddy’s good girl, now, and take his cock,” smirked ------, grabbing her hair and pulling her up till her mouth met his immense penis. She couldn’t imagine fitting something so large between her lips, but he yanked her hair till she cried out and then pushed his cock into her open mouth. He pushed harder and harder into her warm, wet, mouth, trying to fit all 9 inches in. His fat cock pulled her mouth open till it hurt, and as he forced in and down her throat, tears started as she gagged. ------ pulled out as tears rolled down her face and her nose ran; tipping her face up to him to get a good look, he then shoved back in, thrusting in and out as her frantic little cries did nothing but drive him on.

Her delicious misery was too much for him for long though, and he shortly gave her one last deep thrust as he ripped her shirt and bra off, and pulled out, spurting ropes of hot cream all over her round, exposed breasts. She thought he was done with her and sank down to the floor, trying to wipe away her tears.

“Sit up,” he ordered. “You think I’m finished with you?” he murmured, wiping the last drops of cum across her cheek with his cock, “Daddy has so much more for his little girl. Get up.” She stood, trembling, before him, her blue eyes flashing from his face to the ground. He sat back in his chair and pulled her over in front of him. She stared at the ground, trying not to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong with baby girl,” he whispered, “She though she wanted it, but couldn’t take it?” She didn’t say anything, and he drug a finger through the cum covering her chest. “Open up,” he said, “Open up and taste daddy…” He stuck his dirty finger in her mouth and ordered, “Suck it.” She closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was melted ice cream, and was surprised when she felt a sweet pressure on her nipples. She opened her eyes to find him sucking and biting them, gently. “There now, that wasn’t so hard,” he crooned, as he pulled his finger out of her mouth and slid it up her skirt and under her panties.

She was horrified to feel herself responding to him, even now, and she blushed in her shame. “It’s alright, you’re just a girl; always so easy to stimulate. It’s not your fault,” whispered ----, as he began to slide a finger back into her dripping pussy, with his thumb on her exposed little clit. She pressed against his hand, and whimpered as he rubbed her hard sex. “I bet you’re dying for daddy to play with you, aren’t you?” he said, as he pulled on her breasts with his teeth. She nodded, and closed her eyes, leaning into him.

He stood up and turned her around, bending her over his desk. His cock was hard again, and she felt it pushing against her ass as he rubbed against her. He pushed her skirt up and slid between her thighs, rubbing his thick head up and down her drenched slit. “Oh, please,” she whimpered, “oh, please…” ---- pulled her panties down and spread her legs. Her shaved pussy was so fat, and it was dripping wet down her thighs. The sight of her sticky tits and wet baby slit was too much for him, and he pushed into her tight hole with a groan.

She’d been dying for this moment, and she strained to take his massive pole, quivering with both horniness and pain. “Oh, oh…” she moaned, and then squealed as he shoved fully into her. “Oh Daddy…”

“What a naughty fucking girl,” ---- grunted, “dying to get her slit pounded by daddy”. His dick was so huge, stuffed so deep in her, and the way he was pressing her belly up against his desk all combined to give her the sensation of having to pee. She tried to hold it back, but it began to feel so good, and she pushed her ass back against his hard cock as he thrust into her again and again. Suddenly she couldn’t hold it back anymore, and began to cum. Liquid squirted out of her little slit, pouring down her thighs, as she cried and squirmed under him. Her tight pussy began to spasm and clench, driving him to blow his load deep in her sweet hole. The feeling of his thick pole shooting cum against her cervix and throbbing drove her to cum again as he frantically pumped her ass full. He held his hands beneath her spread legs, and wiped her own juices all over her tight little body, pinching her nipples to encourage her. She squealed at his touch, and jetted still more. Finally, she collapsed under him. He pulled out of her and left her lying on the desk as he pulled his pants back up and tucked his shirt in.

Turning around, he saw her still lying there. “What are you doing?” he snapped. “Wha? I just…”, she looked around, adorably bewildered. “Where are your clothes?” he demanded, “What possessed you to come into my office and undress? Get dressed and get out, you little slut! I know you don’t know much, but surely you know that this isn’t ok!” Looking hurt and confused, she scrambled up and clasped her clothes to her as she dashed for the door. “Oh, and you might as well go home,” he shouted after her, with a glint in his eye, “that laminator’s broken.”

Same as Work Skills Videos

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 9
  • 0

Acting as a Cleaning Lady Chapter 5 Learning New Skills

Acting as a Cleaning Lady An Unfinished Story by Susannah Donim If Dave is to become Maria full-time, he has a lot to learn. Chapter 5 - Learning New Skills So in gown and flip-flops, my new feminine flesh jiggling disconcertingly, I wobbled along behind her down the corridor to the hairdressing salon. As Vera had predicted I couldn't seem to stop my new butt swinging from side to side. At the salon Vera introduced me to Sharon and left me with her. She led me to a chair...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Patchwork People Chapter II The Good Man Hard to Find

II. The good man hard to find. Marcia was soaping the morning coffee carafes in the back room when she heard the jangle of the bells and Walt's cheery "hello." She smiled as she continued to scrub away at the indestructible orange ring at the bottom of the pot, listening to the flirtatious interplay between Walt and Grace, as regular and satisfying as a ritual. At last, Marcia dried her hands on the dish towel. She poked her head around the corner to say "hi." "Hey there," Walt...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 10
  • 0

My Sister Shows Off Her Cheerleading Skills

The summer had gone by so quickly. It just didn't seem possible. It really felt like I just got home for vacation from State college yesterday. My buddy Jason and I were just hanging in the basement watching a soccer game on my Dad's big screen TV. He wanted me to get some beer from the fridge upstairs in the kitchen. We were both almost 20, but I knew it would piss my Mom off no end. House rule number one and two were "No Smoking" and "No Booze". They were quickly followed by rule...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 10
  • 0

Sears IslandChapter 20 Martial Arts and woodland skills

I wanted to start some organized exercises. I'd always been interested in Tai'Chi. The library had a DVD on it. I took it home, studied it and did my best. I wasn't very good, but I kept trying. I found a self-defense shop that specialized in TaiQuanDo. The young fellow running it knew Tai'Chi and was willing to give me some pointers—for a price. What the hell. He was a business-man and we both knew it. He got me going on the right path. After four weeks of practice, once per day under...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Clockwork Caroline

Steam was King! Steam was clean, the cheap power to the masses. From the end of the nineteenth century to the end of the twentieth century, steam drove everything. And in that time, inventions were all powered by steam.Big and small, steam was there, the driving force of all industry. And along with steam came the fashions of the time, heavy calico shirts, and dresses, corsets, and trusses for the bodies, hobnail boots, and woollen stockings, all were there. And controlling it all was the vast...

Steampunk
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

NETWORKING AT CLUB

GENTLEMEN’S CLUB RENDEVOUZNOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY IT IS FICTIONOne day, I woke up from a sexy dream and said to myself there is something that I want to do out the ordinary that no one would have never thought that I would never do. That fantasy is to visit a high-end gentlemen’s club in mid-downtown DC‘s business district. I have always been this ‘good girl’ always expect to do the right thing and follow the rules. Some say that I am somewhat prudish and on a conservative side. I want to...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 18
  • 0

Patchwork Knight

Author’s Notes: ‘Patchwork Knight’ is set in the Sweet Dreams universe, but is otherwise a standalone story. *** ‘Patchwork Knight’ *** Does everyone remember their first crush with such clarity? Forgetting his is impossible, and if he were honest with himself, he would acknowledge that she is the standard by which every other woman that he has admired or dated is judged, and has found them lacking. He knew that he was not the only one who fell in love with her in those glory days of high...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Workmates aged 14 and 16 end up working on each other alone in a tent HOT

Introduction: This is about Jordan and me, we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night alone in a tent! WARNING: SERIOUSLY SEXY! ???? Hay, If youve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My names Josh, Im an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths Anvil

Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths AnvilThis happened way back in the very late eighties, I worked one season for the silage contractor before getting a full time job in a quarry. I worked my way up to being a mobile plant fitter. The only time the quarry was quite was a Saturday lunch time when the men that was working the full day got together and we had our bait together, we would have a laugh and take the piss out of each other.One Saturday I told the men about a dream I had about one...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 30
  • 0

Coworker fucks my gf and then

I've been having gay sex with my coworker, we both have gfs but love gay sex, and thought that would be the only affair we'd ever have, but we would be in for another twist. One day while hanging out he ended up telling me that something recently happened. I asked him what it was and to cut to the chase. He said that my gf had been messaging him and that eventually she started flirting with him. He told me he felt like she was definitely coming onto him. I told him it really didn't bother me....

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Workplace Standards

Workplace Standards By Monsta I awoke to the slight shaking of the bed. I groggily looked at the alarm clock through my blurry sleep crusted eyes and saw it was 3:12am. After waking up a bit more and getting my bearings about me I realized the bed's motion was the result of my wife Ellen masturbating. I lay in bed motionless, pretending to be asleep. If she knew I was awake she might try to involve me, and at 3:13am I just wanted to sleep. My wife's sex drive was way higher than...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 10
  • 0

Workshop Cool Off

No one really cared who was giving the workshop instructions. All they knew is that it was some gal and that she had prepared a few hours of instructions and slides and a film to watch and they didn’t really want to be there all day. The table she sat at on the stage was about 8’ long, just like one of those banquet tables that fold up. Covering it was a black velvet type material with pleated sides and a nice smooth top. On the front of it was a sign that described the workshop itinerary....

Erotic
3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Workman gets seduced by seymour clevage

Sarah hated the Monday morning rush. she'd woke up late again dropped the k**s of at school done the shopping and just wanted 5 minutes to chill. it was now 10.45am and the gasman was due at 11. what to wear? she thought. Sarah was in her late 20's size ten figure. pert tits legs to die for and a nice tight arse. She went for the short skirt blouse knee high socks look with her hair in pig tails not out to impress or anything. The door rang dead on 11. " 1 minute!" as she called out the bedroom...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Workplace Standards 2

Workplace Standards 2 By Monsta My wife Ellen and I were having a bit of an argument. Nothing serious, just one of those grocery store arguments long term couples tend to get into. Ellen wanted to get the "organic" milk, whereas I thought paying an extra $2 per gallon for milk was silly. Ellen seemed to get offended that I didn't "respect her opinion" and, well, bickering ensued. Unfortunately, we were right in the middle of that bickering when we rounded the corner and I ran into a...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

Coworker was a sexual suprise

Unfortunate for me, my first wife was a bit monogamously challenged. I knew she was a DTF girl before we married, in fact, that was some of the attraction, but after finding evidence of infidelity a few times, I drew a line in the sand that unfortunately she crossed. The thing with her, is that alcohol always lowered her inhibitions quickly and made her extremely horny. She told me stories about being drunk and fucking multiple guys after a party, multiple one night stands, sucking off two...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 29
  • 0

Workmates aged 14 and 16 end up working on each other alone in a tent HOT

If you’ve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My name’s Josh, I’m an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it (if you can last!) This one is about Jordan and me; we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night! This was actually my most...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Patchwork People IV The Big Fat Middle of Nothing

IV. The big fat middle of nothing. Outside the bus window the night was something solid and impenetrable, not a star to be seen, only an occasional porch light burning on some farmhouse miles in the distance. For hours now they'd been passing through endless blind tracts of dark country, where shockingly few people lived, but Phoebe could still feel the cows out there in the night, watching, chewing, uncomprehending. Cows, cows, and more cows, that was her impression of the great...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 11
  • 0

Patchwork People V The Diner on Memory Lane

V. The diner on memory lane. The last time Marcia had spoken to anyone in her family it was to her brother Matt. That would be winter five years ago. They met in a 24-hour diner by the side of a highway in Metuchen, New Jersey. Pointedly, it was a restaurant Matt had never visited and no doubt never intended to visit again. Through a series of emails and two brief phone calls, she had explained the general situation and Matt's reaction had grudgingly advanced from "this has got to be...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Patchwork People VI The perfect pie crust

VI. The perfect pie crust. The windows were dark, covered with condensation. Inside, at the kitchen table, Marcia pressed the heel of her hand against the back of the santoku knife and cleaved the apple in half. Fuji, this time. There were five other apples prepared on the cutting board, skinned an unearthly greenish-white, already tarnishing. She was making an apple pie for the Blue Cat. "I still don't understand," Grace had said. "What you've got against birthdays. What's so...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Patchwork People VII A Bicycle Built for Two

VII. A bicycle built for two. Everyman's Cycles looked like a bicycle field hospital. Wherever you looked bicycles, or parts of bicycles, stood, leaned, or lay in various states of distress, awaiting Walt's attention. He'd get to each of them, eventually, in his methodical, patient way. Walt took in stray bicycles the way crazy old ladies collected cats. Most of them were rescues. Bicycles he found abandoned in fields, weeds growing through their spokes. Or locked for months to streets...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Patchwork People VIII Snowballs in paradise

VIII. Snowballs in paradise. Grace was unpacking a snow-globe collection from all fifty states that Mavis Pritchard had brought into the shop the day before. "Look at this," she said, holding one up with a hula girl and a palm tree inside. "There's even one from Hawaii. "Hmph. Snow in Hawaii. Who would imagine something like that?" "Someone who'd never been to Hawaii?" Marcia suggested. Grace turned the globe over. "Made in China. Well that explains it, I guess." She gave it...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Patchwork People IX The momster

IX. The momster. Her whole life Phoebe's biggest fear was that her Mom would die suddenly and without warning. Even as a little girl, she was kept awake with nightmares that seemed to foretell his horrible event in detail. She remembered anxiously watching her mom sleep, afraid that she might stop breathing, nudging her awake just in case. How cranky she would be! "What!" she'd bark, snorting and spluttering. "What's the matter with you? What time is it? Why aren't you in bed?" It...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Patchwork People X The amoeba life

X. The amoeba life. In the stories of people she admired, there was always a defining moment, a dramatic event that summed up their lives to a critical point and provided the pivot for a new life to come. Marcia would like to have had a similar "defining moment" in her life, but it struck her that her life not only lacked a defining moment, but that it really didn't have any definition at all. It was a more amorphous thing, her life; if it advanced, and that was often in doubt, it...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 11
  • 0

Patchwork People XI A ghost and a riddle

XI. A ghost and a riddle. Night again. Bus travel made her sleepy, but only during the day it seemed. She traveled through the night hours wide awake. Phoebe could see her reflection like a ghost super-imposed over all that limitless darkness. She felt like a ghost, too, like something not quite real, a figment of someone's imagination. But who's? She was a ghost floating across the countryside to haunt a person who'd run as far away from her as possible. What brought her back...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Patchwork People XII Mirror mirror

XII. Mirror, Mirror. The woman framed in the glass wore a flower-print silk skirt, a white blouse, and a light black sweater cinched tight above the waist. It was the sixth outfit she'd considered that morning, not counting the dozen or so she'd tried on mentally, rejecting them one after the other with a shudder of second-guess horror before they even made it out of the closet. "What do you think about this? Too frumpy, right?" Walt was sprawled on top of the bed, head propped on...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 28
  • 0

Patchwork People XIII Lame Burger

XIII. Lame burger. The bus that was supposed to bring Phoebe to Hope Crossing came and went with no Phoebe on it. Only a handful of passengers disembarked from the coach. A tall, elderly, stoop-shouldered man with a sharp-featured face descended first. He took a quick glace around, readjusted his grip on a battered suitcase, and trudged up the street. He was followed by a stout, middle-aged black woman in a church-lady pantsuit. Behind her were two children, chattering, bickering,...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

Patchwork People XIV Gimme Shelter

XIV. Gimme shelter. "You live in a garage?" They were standing on the little concrete square outside the front door, staring up together at a tidy two story structure that, modifications notwithstanding, still, in fact, looked very much like a garage. "Well, it's not exactly a garage. Actually, It's a converted carriage house. I'm just renting. The woman I work for owns it. She lives in the main house across the garden." "A carriage house? What's that?" "It's where they used...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Patchwork People XV Breakfast Club

XV. Breakfast club. Sunlight poured through the checkered curtains of the kitchen window. The sliced bananas and butter were simmering on the stovetop. Marcia added to them spices she'd already toasted--cinnamon, nutmeg, clove. Together they filled the carriage house like incense. This was the Church of Home and she was performing the celebration of Good Morning. She measured out a half-cup of white flour and poured it into the mixing bowl. In another bowl she whisked three eggs, a...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Patchwork People XVI Buried Secrets

XVI. Buried Secrets. First thing I do on that first day is I take a detour through town to check out this totally demented store where Marcia mentioned she has a job. What kind of a job, I can't quite imagine. From what I can tell, it sounds like something super low-ambition, some not-trying-too-hard menial position that can't possibly pay very much. Given my main reason for showing up here in Hope Crossing, that doesn't bode well for the future of yours truly. You can imagine my...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Patchwork People XVII Hells Angel

XVII. Hell's Angel Walt was in the workroom of his shop when she called. He was putting new brake cables on a Rivendell Sam Hillborne. He was customizing the bike for one of his more well-heeled patrons, a dentist who fancied himself a cycling aficionado. He was the kind of guy who outfitted himself like he was racing in the Tour de France just to tool his way through the park. He always bought the very latest, most cutting-edge gear. Everything high-tech and top of the line. But he spent...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Patchwork People XVIII Beauty and the Beast

XVIII. Beauty and the beast. So I finally got to meet the boyfriend. Surreal! He was one of those big, burly, biker-types. His arms (and who knows what else) covered in tats, the seriouso kind. I'll bet anything some of them are prison tattoos. Long gray hair tied back in a grizzled ponytail. Grizzled beard, too. He was exactly the kind of guy that every dad shudders to imagine his daughter will bring home one day. And here my dad was bringing him home to me! See what I mean by...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 11
  • 0

Patchwork People XIX First draft people

XIX. First draft people. An occasional bat flickered across the stars overhead. The gardenias and hibiscus had long drawn in their petal- awnings. Across the lawn, the hunched bushes looked like a queue of black-robed monks marching back to their monastery. And in the middle distance, fireflies marked a secondary night-sky of transitory constellations in what might have been an even more unpredictable universe than the one we find ourselves inhabiting, one that blinks in an out of...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 12
  • 0

Patchwork People XX Glass Houses

XX. Glass houses. To the sadly uninitiated, a bicycle is simply a convenient means of transportation, low-tech, eco-friendly, inexpensive, ultra-democratic. For the fitness conscious, it's a superior form of practical exercise: you could get your aerobic workout and run errands at the same time. For others, the bicycle endures as the conveyance of childhood memories--tricycle, Big Wheels, training wheels, scraped knees and paper routes. However to someone like Walt, a bicycle was all...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Patchwork People XXI Full Xanax moments

XXI. Full Xanax moments. Her heart skipped a beat before her brain was fully conscious of the reason. There'd been a total communications blackout between them of several years running but Marcia recognized Claire's old email address immediately. She remembered, too, clicking open the message, the standard post-divorce tone of Claire's emails: terse, authoritative, and demanding. Then, as now, Claire communicated with Marcia as she would with a subordinate whose compliance was taken...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 20
  • 0

Patchwork People XXII The xfactor

XXII. The x factor. It was a strange council they made that evening sitting on Grace's porch. Walt and Marcia, Claire, and, of course, Grace herself, puttering about busily, trying to make everyone comfortable. It brought to mind those old photographs of Yalta, where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill posed with forced congeniality for the camera, the most unlikely and unnatural of allies, each of them knowing full well that their cooperation was only temporary. That the moment the...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Patchwork People XXIII Strange Geography

XXIII. Strange geography. They really should teach more geography at school, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, I've got to get to New Mexico, but I'm not even sure where it is. In the Southwest, somewheres, which is good enough to say, if you're living two thousand miles away in New Jersey and have no intention of ever actually going there. I don't even know if it comes before or after Arizona. I'm in Oklahoma now, a really godawful place from what I can see of it, which isn't...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 9
  • 0

Patchwork People XXIV Cactus Country

XXIV. Cactus country. The day was cool and clear. An auspicious day for new beginnings. The cloudless sky stretched tight, a blue tarpaulin snapped to the horizon. It was almost enough to give Marcia a feeling of hope. Between all the preparations, hastily made as they'd been, throwing together a pair of travel bags, gassing up the truck, collecting maps and whatnot, they were on the road a little later than they'd planned. Traveling south on I-640, traffic was still light but picked...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

Patchwork People XXV Whos Your Daddy

XXV. Who's your daddy? When they asked me at the hospital who my parents were, who my emergency contact was, I guess you can say that I kind of panicked. They were making it pretty clear they weren't going to let me out of here on my own, no way, so I had to come up with someone. Who could I finger for the honor? Mom was out of the question, at this point, and once Marcia found out that I'd lied and basically stolen her money, which I'm sure she must have realized by now, she wasn't...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

Patchwork People XXVI The great escape

XXVI. The great escape. One could imagine a thousand things going wrong, but there was no hitch at the hospital. Their quickly improvised charade worked like a charm. Walt's performance as Phoebe's concerned but understandably angry father was spot-on. Marcia, in her supporting role as distraught mom, hadn't had to act at all. There were the usual papers and forms to sign, a brief interview with a representative from the Chupadero police department and another with a representative...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 16
  • 0

Patchwork People XXVII Just south of normal

XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 43
  • 0

Patchwork People XXVIII Departures

XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Patchwork People XXIX When cows fly

XXIX. When cows fly. There are no cows outside the window at thirty thousand feet, no oil drills, no billboards, no fast food chain restaurants either. Nothing but space, space, and more space. You always expect to see things clearer on the way back from a journey. I'm not sure if anything is really different than it was before, but I do see it differently, and maybe that makes all the difference. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 22
  • 0

Patchwork People XXX Book of Changes

XXX. Book of changes. One morning Marcia came into the Blue Cat and found Grace packing up the snow-globe collection. She carefully wrapped each plastic globe in newspaper before nesting it inside a box beside the others. "What happened? Did Mrs. Pritchard have second-thoughts about selling?" Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me you got a taker for the entire collection?" "Neither, I'm afraid," Grace said. Marcia began setting out that morning's baked selections....

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 12
  • 0

Patchwork People XXXI The wisdom of ghosts

XXXI. The wisdom of ghosts. Edgar Birdwell was an awful poet. There was just no two ways around it. It wasn't only that his language was stilted and clunky, antiquated even in his own day, or that his themes were self-censored, disguised in tortured euphemisms to the point of utter obscurity. He was simply a bad writer. There was a good reason he was self-published. Who else would? Birdwell had an ear with more tin in it than a can. Marcia's fantasy, ex- graduate student of...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Patchwork People XXXII Welcome Home

XXXII. Welcome home. Autumn was now more than just a hint of wood-smoke in the nippy air of a summer evening. The trees had turned and the leaves were in free-fall. In the night sky, the constellations had subtly shifted position. The stars were sharper. The frogs and crickets had grown quieter. "Good evening ladies." Walt waved to them as he cruised passed the porch on the tandem. He was showing up all over town lately riding solo on that bicycle. He was becoming famous for it....

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Teamwork

Do you want to know a secret? I’m crazy about you. Of course I won’t actually say the words to you, but I’ll show you because it’s easier for me. Look at me. Look at my face when you smile at me, doesn’t it tell you everything that I won’t. Feel my fingertips on your arm as you drift into a sleep, they’ll continue to stroke you long after you’ve lost awareness and when I eventually fall asleep pressed up against your warmth, I’ll have a contented smile as I dream of you, as I dream that...

Love Stories
2 years ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

My exGFs and their oral skills

This is a story about my former girlfriends who gave great BJ's. Carmen was a plain looking woman in her mid to late 20's. Her skin was somewhat fair and she had long black hair. She would wear her hair with bangs and it actually made her look very cute as it would frame her face nicely. She was about 5'4" and just right , not too skinny and not too fat. As I said she was plain looking but she had nice full lips and when I first met her we hit it off right away and as I kept talking to her I...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 8
  • 0

Fireworks

Copyright© July 6 2005 She had been anticipating seeing the fireworks all day, and by 5pm, she was ready to go. She even took a shower without a reminder. Daddy shook his head, knowing that there was no convincing her that she did not have to be ready this early. After her shower, she dressed in a denim skirt and a top that tied behind her neck, the stretchy material snug across her accentuated breasts. Slipping into sandals, she asked daddy how she looked. "It looks like some little girl...

1 year ago
  • 0
  • 7
  • 0

Fireworks

I'm so glad that we decided to walk to the local park to see some 4th of July fireworks. the local TV station said that it should be a fantastic show - they even have live music! Now it is dusk, and the large crowd is filled with anticipation. we are sitting together on a soft blanket in the middle of the crowd and I have brought a second blanket to cover up our laps. As the first fireworks whistle skyward, every person there is looking up. boom! BOOM!! sparkle! crackle! BOOM!! the big show is...

Erotic
1 year ago
  • 0
  • 15
  • 0

Coworker fucks my girlfriend

His girlfriend was a short girl. She was skinny with soft pale skin. Her breasts were small but still a nice handful. Her hair was a little short. Her features tended to make her look younger than her 21 years. His coworker swiped through the naked pictures of Mike's girlfriend. He was 44 years old white man. Had a bit of a gut and was a little hairy. Married with 3 kids to raise. He loved to look at girls and when Mike's girlfriend visited he eat her up with his eyes. Mike always wanted...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 24
  • 0

Coworker and I leave to have gay sex behind his gf

After a long day of work, me and my coworker who had been secretly fucking, got the okay to leave early. We left his gf behind who still had some work to do as we said we'd go wait for her at their place. Excited we got into the car and I drove. Barely 5 minutes driving and his hand came over and pulled my cock out and he was stroking me. Trying to focus I told him to stop but he continued to tease me. Driving pass cars and people and looking from side to side. "Stop it.. I have to drive.." I...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 14
  • 0

Networking

It was a cold, wet, miserable Tuesday in November last year and I got asked to take the place of a work colleague at a networking event.To say I'm not a big fan of these sorts of things is an understatement, but I liked the guy who asked so to help him out I agreed to go.As I walked into the venue a hot girl was stood outside smoking. I thought "if she's going in here I can live with this". Sure enough she followed me in and I immediately started chatting to her. She was already tipsy and very...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 8
  • 0

Fireworks

This was turning out to be much more enjoyable than Jocelyn would have thought. She certainly hadn't been looking forward to spending the fourth of July with her stepdaughter Stephanie and the girl's boyfriend. She was still pissed that Robert hadn't taken her to Tokyo with him and left her here to baby sit. Stephanie was hardly a baby--she was 19! Still, Robert was right not to trust her alone with the house. Especially with that boyfriend of hers. He was obviously a gold digger--it took...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 19
  • 0

Classwork

The bell announced the completion of my second week as a teacher. It was not my intent to teach high school students, but with the times being what they are, I accepted the only job I could find. ‘Miss Parker?’ The voice made me jump. I must have phased out there for a bit. When did the door to my room get closed? Why did the school seem so empty? The voice belonged to Darren Sloop. He sat in the middle desk of the third row. Aside from roll, I don’t think I’d ever heard him talk. ‘Miss...

4 years ago
  • 0
  • 45
  • 0

Wetwork Ch 01

Chris Bradford had always chased adrenaline, when he was in high school he had been an All-American linebacker with a tendency for big hits. His performance had attracted interest from the major colleges. LSU, Texas, Miami, and USC had all offered him full ride scholarships, and in the end he had chosen to go to USC because it was the furthest away from his small town in Kentucky. While at USC he had studied international relations, and graduated at the top of his class, he had contemplated...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 17
  • 0

Wetwork Ch 03

Chris woke up at around 11 and was surprised when he saw the time. He hadn’t slept that late since… well he couldn’t remember. He checked his phone and was again surprised by the number of messages left on his voicemail. He checked his missed calls list didn’t recognize most of the numbers. Most of the messages were news outlets begging for an interview to tell his story. One was from his buddy Mike Williams, an younger ex Delta guy he had helped bring up and train. Mike had seen him on the...

2 years ago
  • 0
  • 13
  • 0

Wetwork Ch 02

Outside the mall Chris was sat in a squad car, while the SWAT captain was talking to the police chief. A detective was in the conversation and Chris saw the older man nod and walk away from the captain and the chief. He made his way to Chris and pulled out a set of keys and undid the cuffs. ‘I’m Detective Sill I’m the one who’ll be investigating this mess. Several witnesses said you were not the shooter, at least the shooter of the innocents. Your not under arrest but your still gunna have to...

3 years ago
  • 0
  • 23
  • 0

Wetwork Ch 0405

Chapter 4 Chris stood in Sarah’s kitchen as she looked at him. She was taking the news fairly well seeing as how he had just told her he was going to Chicago for a while, and an NSA agent would be following her while he was gone. He also was leaving his pistol with her. For one he couldn’t get it through the airport, and also he wanted her to have some form of protection. She had nodded through his whole explanation, not quite getting the whole story, but he was able to tell her the gist of...

Porn Trends