Molly
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This is another improbable romance in the genre of, ‘Pretty Woman’. It includes a sweet tale of love with more than ample stroke material.
He walked through the door of what was euphemistically known as a ‘lingerie modeling studio’. For twenty five bucks at the front door a hopefully young and attractive women would dance seductively in revealing lingerie while the customer sat in a chair and jerked off. As long as she didn’t show any pink, ass hole or nipple and there was no bodily contact it was perfectly legal. The local police were on a tear to shut down those establishments that exceeded the limits.
This establishment did, pretty much anything was available for a sufficient, ‘tip’ as long as the management knew you, had checked you out and you were a regular. He was certainly a regular and on a first name basis with the proprietor. Money wasn’t an issue for him, with no wife and no rug rats to account for and a high paying straight commission sales position he was willing and able to pay the going rate for anything he desired.
‘Hey, Ray, thanks for the call. What have you got?’
‘Just what you like, Mikey, she’s young, nubile and new. Her health check came back clean and she hasn’t had any, shall we say, serious customers yet. She’s just another little girl whose old man ran out on her and left her with bills to pay.’
The customer slipped Ray a couple of twenties which went in his back pocket not in the cash drawer.
‘I’ll set you up in the VIP room, I don’t know how far you can get her to go but I’ll be sure she knows that yours is a familiar face and you’re not a cop.’
A few minutes later he settled into the designated chair in the VIP room which was far better appointed than the regular rooms. A few moments later, as advertised, a nubile young blond women in Victoria Secret’s best slid into the darkened room.
‘You can make yourself comfortable, my name is Felicity.’ The, ‘make yourself comfortable’ comment was another euphemism, it meant, take off your pants and feel free to stroke your dick.
‘The light is pretty bright in here, don’t you think, I can ask…’
‘I like it bright, I prefer to see the merchandize, so to speak.’
‘Okay, well, how would you like me to…’
Mike knew the routine and the typical fee structure. He dropped several bills on the table next to him.
‘Take that shit off, I want to see your body.’
Eying the amount of cash in the stack on the table the young woman complied.
‘Very nice! You’re a very pretty girl. Now tell me why you chose this line of work.’ He said, throwing another bill on the stack indicating that he was willing to pay for and expected a degree of honesty.
She started to speak, he cut her off. ‘Wait, Felicity is obviously made up. What’s your real name and how old are you?’ Something in his commanding tone spurred her to candor.
‘Molly, my name is Molly. I’m eighteen. I ran off with my boy friend right after high school graduation. We moved down here looking for work. He ran out on me a week ago taking all the cash we had and I haven’t heard from him since. I need the money to pay the rent and buy food. I don’t really have any job skills, I can type and do office work but I don’t have any nice clothes or any references.’
‘So, you came to work here. You get five bucks worth of the twenty-five at the door. You’re new so you don’t get to work the best hours that the girls who have worked here for a while do. Ray’s not the ass hole most guys who run places like this are so you keep 90% of your tips, half of the first fifty and you keep anything over that. Of course the cops are all over these places so there’s not much chance for the big bucks. You average another twenty-five to get naked, another twenty to play with your pussy—we’re up to a round C-note if you jerk a guy off. A hundred and fifty for a blow job then two hundred for a fuck. ‘Around the world’ probably costs three hundred or more. If you’re lucky you might be taking home a couple of hundred on a good day, but barely a C-note on average.’
‘Around the world?’
‘You are a novice! That’s when a guy wants to put his dick in all three of your holes, mouth, cunt and ass. Tell me, Molly, have you done anal before?’
‘Not here, not with a customer, but my boy friend made me do it…a few times.’
‘Did you like it?’
‘Not really, not at first, but I got used to it.’
‘Did you like it in the ass Molly?’
‘I guess it was okay after I got used to it, but he was pretty rough when he did it.’
‘How far are you willing to go, Molly? It’s decision time and I’ve got a pocket full of cash.’ He said, pulling out a sizable roll.
‘I…’
‘Have you sucked any cock here before?’
‘Once, a VIP like you and…’
‘Fucked?’
‘No.’
‘Which I assume means you haven’t taken it up the butt for cash, either?’
‘No.’
‘Okay, Molly, well I guess it’s fantasy time. You’re very cute and you’ve got a killer body. A smile now and again would be appreciated. I’m going to get undressed and you’re going to do your best to get me hard.’ He threw several more bills on the table. ‘That’s more than enough for head. Are you a talented little cock sucker, Molly?’
‘I’ve never had any complaints.’ Molly said, becoming more assertive.
‘Okay Molly, let’s get going. I expect you to play with your darling little pussy—and your tight little ass hole. I want to watch you fuck yourself—in both holes—with one of those shiny implements in the drawer there. We know you’re going to blow me. Here are a couple more bills to encourage a realistic performance and I like a girl to tell me what a nasty little slut she is when she’s playing with herself. Don’t think you’re going to get lucky and I’ll jerk off before you have to suck me off. Hell, it wouldn’t matter anyway my cock tends to stay pretty hard. Now that’s all the money you’re going to see for the time being. If I’m impressed and depending on what you’re willing to let me do to you, there’s plenty more in my pocket. Are we clear?’
Molly nodded. Mike disrobed. He was already half erect. Molly was surprised at the length and girth of his partially erect organ. She was even a little scared, jerking guys off, even oral sex, hell the former president had said it wasn’t really sex, hadn’t he? But letting a strange guy fuck her or even sodomize her, well that was certainly crossing over to being a true whore.
She began to move suggestively. She fingered her nearly bare little cunt.
‘Inside, fingers inside. I want to see your fingers inside your cunt.’
‘Do you like my little girl pussy baby? That’s a really big cock…you’re really getting me hot and wet. Look closely…can you see how wet I am inside? Suck my fingers, lover, taste my sweet little pussy.’
After tasting her sweet secretions, Mike replaced her fingers with his own. ‘You’ve got a real tight little girl hole there, sweetheart. Do you like the way my fingers feel? Move for me baby, fuck my fingers, show me you enjoy being finger fucked.’
Molly was a little disconcerted, she actually found his fingers quiet pleasant inside her. She was disappointed when he directed the next phase of her performance and his warm, nimble fingers left her body.
‘In the drawer…I want to see you stretch that little teen aged cunt with something bigger.’
Molly removed the largest implement from the drawer of toys, a large, vibrating, anatomically correct cock. In spite of herself, she was getting into this stranger’s fantasy. He was not old like so many of the customers she had dealt with. He was quite handsome and possessed a well tanned and muscular body. He didn’t have any personal hygiene issues. Fucking him, if she decided to go that far, wouldn’t be that bad. She needed the money, her rent was due today and her land lord would boot her out on the street if she didn’t pay up.
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he turned on the vibrating cock and lewdly splayed her athletic young thighs she was getting very aroused. She plunged the fat toy to the depths of her young birth canal. Her moans and whimpers had decided gone past the acting phase. She was going to cum. He was slowly stroking his now erect tool. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen up close.
‘That’s it baby, make yourself cum. I want to watch you get off.’
‘Oh baby, this is so big in my tiny little hole, it’s not as big as your fat cock, though. Are you going to cum for me too?’
‘Not likely, hon, this one is your turn. Cum for me, I want to watch you cum!’
She came with an unexpected scream, it had snuck up on her. She was almost embarrassed that she was allowing herself to lose detachment and enjoy being part of this man’s fantasy. He had not cum. His cock loomed in front of her eyes. She assumed he was ready for the blow job now. She crawled to him and began to stroke his massive cock.
‘Not yet, sweet thing, oh, what the hell, why not? I’ve got lots of time. Go for it. Show me what a delightfully nasty little cock sucking slut you are.’
She had mixed feeling about the words he was using, little cock sucking slut, well, shit that’s what she was, wasn’t it? She liked sucking cock and even his larger than normal girth would not present a challenge. It was a bought and paid for fantasy but at some level she was glad her parents didn’t know what a cock sucking little slut she had become.
He didn’t try to fuck her mouth, he let her do what she did well. He softly stroked her hair and neck. I was a really nice cock, very hard and smooth, she took it deeper than she normally liked. In spite of herself, she got into the blow job. He didn’t warn her that he was about to cum but she knew. He screamed out as he shot a big load of cream at the back of her throat. It was good tasting cum, he produced a lot of it. He pulled her up and kissed her, scouring her young mouth with his tongue as he shared his own essence with her. It was a surprisingly tender kiss. She came back to earth as he added the next act to his fantasy.
‘That was very nice, sweet Molly! I’m very impressed, you are a very talented little mouth whore. Now let’s move on to the next act.’
She was surprised to note that his long, fat cock had not deflated at all.
‘Okay, sweet thing, I want you to play with your ass hole…use your fingers and the lube in the draw. When you think you can handle it, put the dildo in your ass, I want to watch you fuck your little ass with that big plastic cock. Just start out bent over with your ass facing me—right in front of me. Then lie down on the rug and do it with your legs pressed back against your pretty little tits.’
Molly knew she was anally sensitive, she did not find the well lubed fingers inside her tight anal ring to be uncomfortable. She found it quite enjoyable. The plastic cock was another matter. It was so big and hard and it burned when it broke through her anal ring.
‘You’re eyes are watering sweet Molly. Take your time, there’s no need to hurry. Let yourself get used to the fullness.’
In a few minutes, bent at the waist Molly had inserted all but the end of the plastic phallus in her tight little hole. Her rectum adjusted quickly to the intrusion. She flopped down on the rug in front of her customer fingering her slimy little slit with one hand while fucking her ass hole with the big artificial cock.
‘Is this how you like me baby, your nasty little anal bitch? Is that what you want me to be, your personal ass whore?’
‘Are you on the pill. Molly?’
‘Yes, but, you have to use a condom, I don’t want to catch anything…’
‘I’m clean, Molly, and I almost always use a rubber. But I’d enjoy making an exception in your case.’
‘No bareback, I…’
He grabbed his trousers, peeled off two C notes and threw them on the growing pile on the table. He was waiting for her answer.
There was now just over four hundred dollars on the table. It was more than enough to pay the rent for another month. She nodded in agreement.
‘How do you want me?’ She asked, completely accepting her fate.
‘Just the way you are right now—and leave the dildo right where it is.’
Before she knew it he was between her legs, he kissed her gently. She’d let him kiss her before after the blow job. She’d never let a customer kiss her before. Then again, she’d never fucked for cash before, so, it didn’t really matter. She’s crossed over the bridge, she was now a full fledged prostitute…just another young Gulf Coast whore.
She had little time to contemplate the depths to which she had sunk as he began fucking her. His fat cock filled her completely and he was a very adept lover. Lover? No, he was talented fuck, in spite of herself, she once again got into it. When she came after longer than any man had ever had his stiff prick inside her she was not remotely faking it. He adjusted his pace and made her cum again. Then he removed his cock from her pussy and she felt terribly empty. He was going to his pants again. He pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and threw them on the table. The pile now contained just over nine hundred dollars. It represented rent and food for a month and more than she could make working every day for the two weeks. He moved back to her and carefully removed the plastic toy in her rectum.
‘I want you ass, now Molly, that’s really what I came here for. No rubbers and you can easily see what I’m willing to pay to ravish your tender little back door. Last chance to back out.’ He said, with a more benevolent look that she would have expected.
She nodded wordlessly. He was gentle with her, the plastic implement had stretched her anal canal enough that even his fat cock caused her no pain. He was very gentle, he softly caressed her hard young nipples with his lips. He kissed her almost affectionately. His long cock reached the absolute depths of her dirty little hole. He stroked her anal walls with long, persistent strokes. He encouraged her to work her slender fingers on her little button. In spite of herself she began to raise her hips off the floor to meet his increasingly rapid thrusts.
He fucked her hot little chute longer than he should have been able to in view of his aroused state. When he finally came and she felt the hot splash of his thick cream against the walls of her even hotter anal furnace, it was more than enough to take her over the edge. She came with a moan, a sob and a long whimper. She knew whores weren’t supposed to enjoy it, certainly not in the ass. But she had enjoyed it so much that it scared her. When he held her gently in his arms after the almost brutal ass fuck her mind was completely disoriented.
After releasing her from his embrace, he used the wet wipes provided to clean his still serviceable cock and her red little butt hole. He briefly made love to her ass hole with his mouth. He placed another C-note on the pile as he retrieved his clothing.
‘Molly, when is your shift over here?’
‘Actually it was over about ten minutes ago.’
‘And where are you living?’
‘One of those week to week places over at the edge of the causeway.’
‘That’s not a very safe area. Do you have a car?’
‘No, I take the bus, or when I miss it, a cab.’
‘How much stuff do you have back in that shitty little room? Anything of value?’
‘Not really. My boy friend took everything of value. A couple changes of clothes, he even took my only suit case.’
‘Okay Molly, I’ve got a proposition for you. I’m going to walk out of here and go get in my car. It’s the black Lexus a couple of stores down. I’m going to wait in my car and make a few phone calls to some customers. I’m going to stay for exactly fifteen minutes. If you want to keep doing this shit, I’ll give you a ride back to your motel.’
Molly had a quizzical look on her face.
‘The other alternative, Molly, is y
ou come back to my house and we’ll discuss a business arrangement between you and me which will necessitate you quitting working for Ray. If you decide you’re not excited about it, I’ll call you a cab and send you back to your motel on my nickel. If we can come to an agreement, you’ll have a nice and safe place to live and three squares a day. I’ll find some real work for you to do but the essence of your responsibilities will involve, bluntly, your sexual talents which you will exclusively provide to me and me alone. I’m not kinky and I’m not into giving or receiving pain. I’m not going to pass you around to my friends. I like to fuck outside in the open air on occasion but you’ve already experienced the extent of my sexual requirements. You think about it. I’ll be waiting. By the way, my name’s Mike.’ He said, extending his hand for her to shake, then he was out the door.
What the hell, she might as well at least listen to his proposal. Her gut said she was not in any real danger going to this man’s house. He showed no hint of violent behavior, unlike her boy friend who had slapped her around on more than one occasion. He could be some crazy psycho killer who was intent on torturing and killing her but she doubted it.
After dressing she went to Ray’s desk, gave him his cut of the action and prepared to leave.
‘Did you have a good time with Mikey?’
‘He wasn’t what I expected. ‘ Molly said.
‘I’ve heard that before. I know he pays well—and that you earned the money so don’t worry about it. He seems like a decent guy. I’m not sure I know what his story is. He’s a good looking guy with a pocket full of cash so I don’t know why he comes here to get his rocks off. Still, from what the other girls have said, it wasn’t an unpleasant experience, was it? He comes in about once a week, I call him when there’s new talent and he’s usually here within a couple of hours. I know he’s not married and I’m positive this is the only place he frequents. Enough small talk! Take care of yourself.’
Molly exited the jerk-off parlor and walked the short distance to the shiny black Lexus. What the hell, she thought to herself. It probably won’t last, men like him come to places like this one for variety and to do things that normal girls wouldn’t let them do. He’d fuck her for a few weeks and then unload her and she wouldn’t be any worse off than she was right now. She opened the car door and slid across the smooth leather seats just as Mike was completing a phone call.
‘Great! I’m very pleased that you at least decided to come this far and consider my proposal. Let’s go home and then we’ll grab a little early dinner and, assuming you agree to my terms, we need to run some errands.’
Mike’s house was less than fifteen minutes from the strip mall. It was an architecturally unique home perched on a small rise overlooking the Gulf. It was the nicest house Molly had ever seen. As the entered the front door she quickly realized it was the nicest home she had ever been in. The interior was spacious, airy and impeccably appointed. The spacious back deck overlooked the water a few hundred yards away. Molly accepted a soda, she didn’t really like alcohol, she sat down across from Mike in what she assumed was called a Great Room.
‘Do you have a driver’s license, Molly?’
Molly nodded.
‘May I see it please? I just want to be absolutely sure that you’re not underage.’
After satisfying himself that she was legal, Mike, proceeded to brief her on the ground rules.
Okay, Molly, first I’m not sure how long our relationship, if you agree to it, will last but let’s assume at least three months to start with. You will live here. You will have your own room, well actually it includes a bathroom and sitting room so it’s more of a suite. I have a house keeper who comes in every day and does the heavy cleaning so you will only need to be concerned with a bit of very minor house work. You’ll have the use of a car, a Honda Accord in the garage. You will not need to spend your own money on clothes, cosmetics, food and such and will of course stay here rent free. While I am working you will busy yourself attending classes at the Community College ten minutes away. As I become convinced that you are ready, you will accompany me when I attend numerous professional social functions. I don’t know anything about your upbringing but I will expect you to look and act like a young lady in public. I have a friend, an older woman, who will help you achieve that goal. I don’t tolerate drugs of any sort. If I find out that you’re hanging out with the wrong people, we’re done. Obviously, sexually, your body is mine—exclusively.’
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This is the story of my year and a half relationship with my first long term friend/lover. The names of people have been changed. Geographical locations, names of long defunct retail establishments are real. As we had finished Thanksgiving dinner, we hated to eat and run, but both Molly and I had to work the next day. Molly's older sisters gave me the perfunctory hug and the peck on the cheek. Both her parents hugged me. I had never met a family so happy. Perhaps they were happy to see...
The four teens ate lunch on the patio, even though it had gotten very warm. Eleanor and Win ate inside, and Penny was reluctant to eat with Win when she was naked. When he saw her start to dress, Bert quickly stopped her and asked Erma to serve them outside. It was evident that Lisa was suffering in the heat. She wore loose shorts and a baggy top, but that was quite a bit in the August heat. Bert was sensitive to her extreme body-shyness, but he could also tell that she needed relief from...
I keep telling them that this behavior will eventually get them in trouble, and this story is just how much they trouble they got into, and dragged me into it too. First, Molly and Cathy share a few attributes. They are both blond, cute and stacked. I know Molly is a 38DD because I have sucked and kissed them on many a date. I also know Cathy's DD too, because one afternoon, after Molly and I got up off the rug in Cathy’s apartment, Cathy would let us meet there because it was a...
Molly Girl Janet L. Stickney [email protected] "I know that you don't think so, but after what you did, this is going to happen regardless, unless you want to move out that is! That was the very last straw! Now just stand still while I lace this up!" I stood there like a dummy as the corset was laced tight, compressing my waist to an unimaginable size, then watched as the outfit was pulled over my head and buttoned up the back. After I stepped into the shoes and she...
This is a true story. I have changed the names. Mi categorized this as voyeur even though we were not watching, nor was anyone watching, as much as when Molly and I had our romps in bed, we definitely put on an audible show for the neighbors. So much so as they would applaud. Molly and I dated, rolled in the sheets for a year and a half. Our career choices made us grow apart. The story does not have a sad ending. This is part five of a multi part story. This is more of a reconture of...
There I was, wandering around the hotel's public rooms, somewhat furtively asking people I vaguely remembered meeting in the previous few days if they'd seen my wife Molly, and at the same time trying not to make it too obvious that I'd completely lost track of her. I'll be honest with you, I was getting more than a little worried; I'd last seen Molly about three hours previously and she'd been in conversation with the very disreputable Gordon Hamster. Hamster wasn't exactly a...
Molly Ahern made her way to the front of the bus. It was her stop to get off, or so she thought, it was late and dark outside and she couldn't see where she was exactly. "Mind the step there dear" the driver said as she stepped down. The door hissed shut behind her and the bus drove away ... its lights slowly diminishing into the distance. It was then she realized she'd made a terrible mistake. Frobisher Rd was over on the other side of the industrial estate and not where the driver had...
Molly brushed her bangs out of her eyes, the wind gusts blowing her shoulder-length straight red hair around as she stood on the front steps of her house, waving goodbye to the car that was pulling out of the driveway. She could see her father through the car window as he drove away; her mother turned back in the passenger seat to wave back at her. As the car moved down the street, Molly waved again, and turned back to go inside the house. Although it was very bright and sunny, it was still...
MasturbationNiS is purely fictional, so this story is SciFi. I had to build a culture where something so bizarre could happen. I chose to use today's political parties and extrapolate from there to some future an indeterminate number of years from now. The resulting future parties have 'evolved' from today's equivalents. Which 'evolved' party would be the most likely to implement NiS? Despite the angry responses of offended Democrats, it seems pretty obvious to me. Right-wing governments are...
Chapter 3 “What the FUCK are you doing here?” Sandra screamed at me. Gee, I guess she hasn’t gotten over my part in her getting expelled. But I wasn’t here to talk about the past, I was more concerned with the future. “Nice to see you too Sandra. I need to talk to your sister.” “She isn’t here asshole, so go away or I’ll call the cops.” I knew that arguing with her was a bad idea, so I tried a different tactic, “Look, I’m here to help her. She could get into a lot of trouble for...
This is a true story. I changed the names of the people, but geographical locations, names of defunct department stores are real. Molly lay on her back, still breathing heavy for a couple of minutes. The warm glow of the candles she lit and the wine I had consumed in the hot tub made the events surreal. "Either I had multiples or I had one long, long orgasm. I have never had that before. " "Everything just happened. I guess it started when you were running your hands on my chest. That...
Chapter 2 I went home for Christmas break the next afternoon. I was afraid to face Molly after the encounter in the limo. She called twice while I was away and I let it go to voice mail both times. I called when I knew she would be busy and left a message for her. Megan called as well, but didn’t leave a message. I didn’t call her back. What could I say? I was infatuated with her married sister and even though it was never going to go anywhere, I could never be with her as I knew it...
He was just over eight-years-old and stuck at home for his summer vacation. All alone in his big home, without any parents or guardians. It was normal for him, but this time something in him changed. Little Toby Jones was a curious boy. He had no parents and lived with his extremely frugal grandparents, two tightwads who claimed that they couldn't afford to buy a lot of the things that he needed such as underwear and socks or even a TV. He was small for his age, and had long hair...
When Curt called Molly on Saturday, after two days of school resuming, she had mixed feelings. Part of her loved to hear his voice, but part of her wished that the torment would just stop. "Molly, now that the Program is dead, there are quite a few families that are busted up because of it. There are kids here in Hooverton who don't feel they can go home because of the disrespect their parents showed by not exempting them. I suspect that around the country, there are even more. "You've...
About the time President Carl Garrett was pondering the pressures of his office in the relative quiet of Camp David, Bert saw his mother heading for the master suite and hurried to speak to her. "Mom, I don't think you should come to my room tonight. I mean, I love having you next to me, but I'm worried about you and Dad." "You're right, Honey. You gave me what I needed last night, and that was so important to me. Thank you." She punctuated that with a quick kiss. "Tonight, I need...
________________ “Jimmy, I have to get to class.” Molly panted as a clumsy hand worked its way up her shirt and found a taught breast. “You can be a bit late.” Jimmy whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her throat and caused a delicate shiver to flutter down her spine. His lips found her earlobe for a quick nip as his fingers searched for the nipple straining against her cotton bra. “Mr Gardener can get so mean though.” Molly whimpered, but her arms around Jimmy’s neck didn’t...
Several hours had passed since Tim left Molly and returned to the hotel lobby. He went directly to his new room, which was ready as he had expected. Even though Tim had showered once already that morning, when he got into his room he immediately stripped for the calming waters again. When he emerged, Tim felt more tired than refreshed. More than anything, he wanted to climb into his fresh bed and sleep for a long time, in hopes that life would make sense again when he awoke. But, he knew...
Welcome to twitter.com/mollypills_! What the fuck is the Dude doing on Twitter when he has plenty of room to hate on his own website, you might be wondering?! It turns out that Twitter is much more fun when you have a fine rack to stare at! Today, I want to write about Molly Pills, an American model, hiker, and pornstar that got my attention.First of all, her curves are bomb. Secondly, she is an anal slut, and such chicks inspire me, and thirdly, I want to give her a proper push. This review is...
Twitter Porn AccountsPART 2: Molly became aware of her surroundings. Near the end of the very dimly lit alley, she realized it was a good block back to the main street. She only guessed at the hour, figuring she had been fucked for almost two hours. Looking around some more, she found her clothes. Wrinkled a little, but intact just the same. Slowly, she began to get dressed. Her white panties were stretched out a little, but served to help keep the sperm from running too much down her tan thighs. Next she pulled...
When Tim woke up in the morning, he was aware of his surroundings much more quickly than he had been upon waking the night before. Almost immediately he knew he was in his mother's hotel room because of a problem with his own. He knew she had insisted he stay there rather than waiting up in the lobby for another room to be ready. He was even cognizant of the fact that that he was in Molly's bed. But he was not completely certain about the other events of the night as he thought he...
During the summer, I scored a big contract with the town school board and began working with an architect on a new school design. It was to be a departure from the conventional school configuration and I was, for the first time in a long time, really excited about something. On top of that, although the contract for materials would go through the bid process, local suppliers would be given preference. I was pretty sure my employer would get a better than even chance to win what would be a huge...
Tracy woke from a short, deep sleep and had heard the phone ring and parts of a brief conversation. Some instinct told her that it had to do with the NiS team. Being as secretive as she could, she opened the door of Porter's spare bedroom a crack and listened as Porter argued with someone. In the process, Tracy heard Porter repeat an address. Taking no more chance of discovery, Tracy hurried back to bed and faked sleep. It was a good precaution because Porter looked into the room just before...
Mandy (Amanda only when her mother was upset) stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully trimming the edges of her pubic hair with a scissors. She had already shortened it quite a bit all over, and she was a little alarmed that she might have gone too far. Her lower lips were definitely more visible than before she had started the grooming. It was barely dawn on Monday, but she had not slept for hours, anyway. It had all started with that strange phone call early Sunday evening,...
While the rest of the folks at the Pritchard compound found places to grab a few hours of sleep, Patricia and Ben were too stirred by what they had seen during the night to even think of sleep. Lisa was not interested in sleep, either. She was playing, people were listening, and they were enjoying it. It was a totally new experience for her and she just could not pull herself from the keyboard. Only when Patricia and Ben, talking quietly in the back of the auditorium, were the only listeners...
Molly’s Boobs – part 2Molly and me started dating. Well, at the beginning I just visited her at the house. We talked and cuddled in her room. Slowly, step by step, we were coming to making love. Molly did not show me her naked breasts at the first visit nor at the second. However, she let me play with them more at every meeting. I loved felling the curvature of the sides of her boobs. I scratched gently the part where the skin was stretched the most. I found her nipples usually hidden under the...
Molly Awakens by Molly A story of how the author would like to have his life turn out one day, a fantasy story written with my love to Sandy my best friend and teacher. The day that my girlfriend Sandy decided to leave school and go work for her mother as a hair stylist was a sad one for me. We had been dating for close to a year, I had known her mom wanted her to join her, but I felt she would at least finish school first then go and work for her....
This is a true story, I changed the names; Geographical locations and names of stores long out of business are real.We entered her townhouse and she turned on the lights, other than having a nice carpet, couch a floor lamp and a coffee table, it was pretty bare. I asked where the bathroom was located, so I could change. As she walked down the very small hall, Molly pointed to a door and said "Help yourself...I'll be out in a minute. I did not hear her close her bedroom door, maybe she was...
Summer Friedel was not all that irritated when her personal secretary, Ben, interrupted her at yet another cocktail party. As the Director of the Naked in School Program, she was in demand at any function at all related to the party or its fund-raising activities. She was the darling of the powerful social activist segment of the party. That was good for her ego, but the unending stream of invitations sometimes wore her down. She was going through one of her standard sequences that had...
The first part of Tuesday morning for Curt was taken up trying to comfort Gwen after he came down pretty strong on his concerns about a relationship with Molly. After Gwen settled down, they had breakfast and greeted the refugees. The rest of the morning was spent getting acquainted with the new arrivals and showing them the site that was being prepared. When Francie arrived, she was not able to join the refugee group and Molly had to stay within sight of her constantly. Given her lack of...
I flat out told molly fay of the morning blend i wanted to bleep her."you wanna bleep me?" she asks."yes i do I've been daydreaming about bleeping you since you were married, if i could do a sex scene with you i would and if your ex husband walked in on us i wouldn't stop bleeping you I'd keep it up until i came." I said to her. she was shocked"wow you've got a big imagination" she says"well when a guy sees a older babe like you things just happen in the imagination. anything is possible and...
After a time Molly became an expert in making big bras. Anytime I came to her room, there were drawings, layouts, parts, rolls of material and unfinished bras. She experimented, she studied the issue on Internet, she took part in discussions and forums about tailoring bras and she was becoming very skilled in sewing.Our sex life was good. I usually came in the afternoon and we went out for a walk or to a mall or to the cinema. People stared at us, or better to say, they stared at her. Well,...
As busy and eventful as Tuesday had already been, it was not quite over. As had been his habit, Bert waited until Lisa had a chance to get in bed before coming into his suite Tuesday night. This time, she was sitting on the bed in her tee, looking downcast. He sat beside her and just waited for her to say something. "Why are you letting me stay here, Bert? Why are you letting me sleep with ... uh, sleep in your bed?" "You scared me when you talked about killing yourself, Lisa. Molly and...
Molly experimented with materials and layouts to make another bra. I went to her house almost every day and helped her with ideas purchasing various materials. She was planning, cutting parts, sewing them together and trying different shapes. She wanted to make a bra that would hold her breasts firmly while leaving some space for her arms and hands. We came to a conclusion that the cups should be lower. Actually, as low as her stomach. This setting left the upper part of her torso free. The new...