The following days were filled with hardcore animal sex, Delilah was often forced to perform acts for the first time. She was like Sarah’s sex slave. Forced into acts she would be initially afraid of, but totally fall into a spell of lust. She was used to experiment before the other girls tried anything. One
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The trio delicately clambered out of Neil’s car. Cascading neon chevrons somnambulated them down into the sidewalk; at the bottom of the stair was a door that offered them an entrance to the Duat_ (twat?) that churned underneath the shopping center. Tyrone read the door, it probably said something like Cumshitter’s or a witty similarity
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
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It was winter, not so long ago and I was at the beach for the weekend for a so needed retreat from the riggers of day to day work and city traffic. I had rented a room for the weekend just off the beach so I could enjoy the stormy surf that I love so
“Come in,” Danny called without even bothering to look up from the papers on his desk. Although he heard the door swing open, he didn’t acknowledge that someone had entered his office. He was a managing partner…whoever it was could wait until he finished what he was doing. After almost five minutes of playing the
John is off to a gardening day out with other inmates from our home and I have a day to myself to relax and pamper myself. After doing my normal cleaning I am just about to sit down for a coffee when there is a knock at the door. I am pleased to see it
Just before I got married some of my friends kept telling me I should “go black”. Then, on my hen night, just before the wedding, they spiked my drink, got me really drunk, and arranged for me to be gangbanged by some black guys. I should have been angry, but I soon realised that it
Being from a poor black family, after I finished college, I had to do four years in the Army to pay back what my ROTC scholarship didn’t cover. . I was commissioned a second lieutenant and assigned as a platoon leader in an infantry company. I had married LaShonda while in college and I lucked
First off I’d like to say my wife Ellen is basically my sex slave. She is 5″7″ 36-26-24 and She does whatever I ask, no questions asked. I like to play a game I call Mystery night. On this night I tie my wife blindfolded to the bed and then I have someone come in
Shelly Cooper’s eyes were beginning to fail her after twelve hours on the road. She had hoped to make it straight through to Atlantic City tonight, but realiz- ing that she still had four hours of hard driving ahead of her, she resolved to stop at the next town for some- thing to eat, and
It took only a second for me to recognize her at the other end of the bar, because she looked the same, even though I hadn’t seen her for 20 years. I felt a stirring at my crotch, and it made me laugh to myself. Catherine was turning me on as if I were still