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White TrashChapter 2 Tina s Turn

I found the skeezy slut sitting on my deck steps rubbing her cunt and hitting the bottle of Jack. "Shit, that girl can hold some liquor," I thought, amazed at how much the tiny whore could put down and party on. I just hoped she wouldn't pass out or have to go to the hospital for alcohol poisoning before I fucked her. I grabbed her just below the barbed wire looking tattoo on her arm and said, "Let's go, skank. I'm gonna tear your ass up!" "Yeah, fuck me good, asshole. Make me feel...

White Out at the Spa Chapter 2

After Lauri left for her appointment, I was feeling quite rejected. She disappeared after breakfast together and it seemed as if she just wanted to spend time with Lisa today. Although she talked me into taking the trip, and I was aware that I was a bit jealous of this "life coach," I was still very curious to meet Lisa who seemed such a different influence in my friend's life. I didn't want to just be lug an wait by the phone for her to call me, and I didn't want to just go off and be...

White Out at the Spa Chapter 3

I went back to the room I was sharing with Lauri to find her watching the weather channel. Apparently in our search for the ultimate orgasm we had forgotten that spring was not anywhere around the corner and that old man winter was about to bury us in a blizzard. Guests had been checking out in droves and Lisa had given me her cell number before I left her room. She texted me to say that all of her appointments for the rest of the weekend had cancelled and she was hoping the three of us could...

White TrashChapter 3 Tina s Wake Up Call

Shit, the sun was bright! It hurt my fucking eyes! I rolled over and almost crushed teensy Tina. She was flat on her back, her pint-sized titties poking up at the ceiling. A bit of spittle trickled down the side of her mouth and if she didn't look cuter than a nodded out crack whore, I don't know fuck all. Actually, Tina was a hot little doll-baby sized piece of ass and I felt my fat cock twitch at the thought of that snug snatch, much less the sight of it. Sure as shit she had that power...

White TrashChapter 4 Payback s A Bitch

Stinky Pete stood in front of me while I caught my breath. Fuck, he smelled like Mount Trashmore, a city dump I was once familiar with - don't ask. He smelled worse than the fucking hog house I worked at. Guy never bathed or washed his clothes. Way he was headed, I figured it wouldn't be much longer before his homeboys'd be calling him Maggot. He had a thing for his teeth though. Perfectly straight, whitened and brushed to a gleaming pearliness. Freaky as all hell. Then there was P-Tat,...

White SlaveChapter 4

Chris pulled the belt to her fleecy robe tight around her still damp body and wrapping a towel around her sopping, freshly shampooed hair, emerged from the bathroom to find the landlord pacing back and forth in the living room a letter in one hand, a cigarette in the other. On the sofa sat Sandy, pale-faced and saucer-eyed, taking inhumanely long drags off her cigarette and exhaling with exhausting force. The blue smoky aura around her dark hair testified to the lengthy encounter between the...

White SlaveChapter 6

Chris O'Brien took a glance around her, the plush red velvet draperies, the crystal chandelier casting glimmers of light over the potted palms in the corners of the restaurants... and wondered why she had been so reluctant to give up a night alone in her dumpy apartment for a French meal at Fisherman's Wharf overlooking the San Francisco Bay. She glanced around the restaurant again. The lights were low, the atmosphere hushed. Waiters moved across the deep carpet as quietly as cats. And...

White SlaveChapter 7

The stereo ground out an old Beatle's tune, slowing now and then with the power failures typical of poorly wired urban apartment buildings. It may have been two high school girls dressing for their first dates, judging from the excitement and expectations, matching lipstick and nail polish, changing stockings and shoes. "... It all went well last night then?" asked Sandy, stroking the hair brush through her long, thick locks. "Perfect. Just perfect! In fact," confessed Chris poking an...

White WifeChapter 2

The next morning at the Daniels house was like most weekday mornings. The kids were getting ready for school and screaming, "who took my ... I can't find my ... where's my..." Nobody paid any attention to them. And, like magic what was missing was found just in the nick of time. While Jake was in the shower getting ready for work, Emily was in the kitchen cooking breakfast wearing just an old thin bathrobe. She turned on the radio in the kitchen and listened to the local news/talk...

White WifeChapter 3

Emily was almost shy at breakfast when Jake came into the kitchen morning. She didn't look him in the eye as she always did. There wasn't the usual light greeting. "What's with you this morning, beautiful?" "Nothing, I'm just getting ready for the day." She said without even turning toward him. "Well," Jake asked, "What about last night?" She cleared her throat and said, "What do you mean, honey?" "Oh come on Emily. What happened, happened. What was said was said. What we...

White WifeChapter 5

Jake made it home and managed to get a couple of hours of fitful sleep before he woke the kids up. He told them mommy wasn't feeling well and she was still in bed. Which he assumed was the truth just not in their bed. He took them to school and then went to work. Emily didn't sleep at all at the apartment. She was too busy. It seemed as if she, the players and the staff didn't know it before but they had each been waiting for that night. For all of them the most unforgettable night of...

White Tribe of AfricaChapter 2

John was now fifteen, one late afternoon while he was swimming in the cool water of the river with his friends at the other end of the village, they heard much shouting and crying coming from the village. Soon he saw thick smoke rising in the sky. As soon as they got out of the river a few old men with many children led them away into the forest. At the time John didn't know what the commotion was all about but he and the other swimmers followed the elders, getting away as fast as possible...

White Tribe of AfricaChapter 3

Kabouso, mate of Lokali, didn't return back to the village until four weeks later. Every single night while he had been away, John and Lokali slept together. Much to her delight and joy, she soon discovered that her new bed partner was always willing and able to satisfy her lust with his strange and extremely pleasant methods of fucking. Then to top it all, she discovered that she had missed her monthly bleeding and that she was pregnant. When she told John the good news, he was horrified...

White Tiger s Summer of FunChapter 2 Race Day

Some of the equipment that we were allowed to use during qualifying and racing was an earpiece, which enabled Geoff to relay times and instructions to me. This meant we didn’t have to rely on pit boards, which didn’t allow much information to be passed to the driver. You only saw them once a lap, a lot could happen ahead and behind you in that time. On Saturday morning qualifying for the race took place. Geoff didn’t want me to go full out; he would tell me in my earpiece how I was doing and...

White Tiger s Summer of FunChapter 3 Interesting Flight

Although my parents had told me that they were paying for our holiday, not allowing me to pay for anything, I had arranged a few changes. I had a copy of the itinerary, so with the help of Bill, I had upgraded our tickets for the flight to first class. There were a few other changes, mainly to make things easier for my parents, not to show off. First thing Monday, when we were ready to leave, instead of us piling the luggage into Moms SUV, I had a car and driver waiting to take us to the...

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