I walked into a wide open room with a small groups of women age 30 – 40. We soon were introduced to each other, Mother of three teenagers, high school teacher, major business executive, and a lite……very pretty girl….the only experienced actress/player…..Kristina. A muscular, virile man dressed in a white smudged tank top, and cut-off
“Ok guys, time for work group!” Ms Tara’s voice was as welcome as the afternoon bell, announcing school was over. “Geez, Tara,” groused Ms Regina. “I was almost afraid you’d forgot!” The young lady stood up from her desk and stretched. Then she reached a hand down and helped Robin to his feet. The teen
“Tasha! May I cum?” he exclaimed as he grimaced. Natasha smiled. “No, David. Don’t cum yet!” she pumped her hips slowly, and loved the feel of his desperate and hard cock inside her. He was bound to the bed. She was on top, propped up on her elbows, her naked legs alongside his, her face
The guys said it first: Shoe Bitch. After that the chicks ran with it. It became my official title. I was really Nikki’s assistant. The job had a practical aspect to it. Nikki convinced the company to supply shoes for her. She made the case that women execs were impressed when she showed up in
Ethan ran away eight months ago after he discovered his wife of five years was sneaking around with a black dude named Ernest. She wanted him to live with the arrangement because she told him that Ernest sexed her and made her feel like the woman of her dreams. In other words, she went black
Julie drove to my house and, maliciously, she went through town so I was stared at by people in other cars and had to suffer much finger pointing and jeering. Every now and again she would raise her skirt to show me her black lace panties to make me hard in my revealing swimming briefs.
It was time again for the members of The Tops to compete in another National Gymnstics Championship, to defend their title as the National Champions. With only a week to go, before the Championship began, Julie was a bit nervous. She was proud of herself after pulling off the winning floor routine at the last
I’m convinced that there are two types of women in the world: those whom practice female domination and those who haven’t tried it yet! For years my husband begged to have me to dominate him, but I’d always thought it was too “kinky.” However, after twelve years of marriage we needed something to spice up
The next day Nancy took a ride around the plantation. She did not walk, of course, since she was the young niece of the owner. It would not be proper for so close a relative to expend energy by physically walking. She rode instead, being pulled along in a small carriage. The carriage was an
It all began one night near the end of my junior year in high school. Our school was predominantly Hispanic and I was in the minority being white. I was fairly popular at school, but I was nothing compared to my friend Tanya. She was a senior, and she was easily the best looking, and
The assistants at the reform school just across the Rio Grande brought Dan to the punishment room. This was Dan’s second day at the school, where he had been sent as part of a plea agreement. It appears that Dan and some accomplices liked to raise hell in their neighborhood. They thought it was fun
Martha had experienced a welter of emotions since her husband had been put in his place. She had been thrilled to see her huge hunk of a husband fall before the savage fighting skills of her slender female lover. Then, as she watched the man she’d married being reduced from a proud male to a
The campus campanile slowly rang out the last of the twelve hours. From his cubicle in the library — open twenty four hours — he barely heard it, but perhaps it made him decide to pack it in for the night. On the other hand, perhaps it was just a coincidence. As quietly as he
I was surprised when my sister Nora called me and asked if she could stop by. We didn’t get along, and rarely had any contact anymore, but she said she really needed to talk to me, so I agreed. Two years my senior, at 24, Nora lived just across town but we never even talked
By the time I entered my junior year at college, I had figured it out. It was great, marvelous, terrific. Every single year without fail the school brought in a whole bunch of new girls, young and succulent, eager and scared, about a thousand of them. Seventeen, eighteen-year-olds and most so pretty it was painful