It was Caryn’s eighteenth birthday and Mike had a special celebration in mind. He had an engagement ring in a little black box that he planned to give her over dinner at Maxwell’s, known for the romantic atmosphere as well as the fine food. When he had called to make the reservation, the maitre d’
Leticia Humphrey wasn’t the world’s richest woman. She wasn’t even close. All the same, two and a half billion was nothing to sneeze at. Ruthlessness — that was what had brought her this far — utter and completely cold-blooded ruthlessness. (Her birth name had, in fact, been Ruth, but she had purged herself of *that*
At first it was annoying. I’d answer the phone and the men were always surprised to hear a male voice. Then they’d leave messages for her as if I were only her roommate, or a brother, or a butler, someone who didn’t matter, maybe an accustomed cuckold or neutered eunuch. Their tone was always condescending
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said. “Yes,” she replied, her voice a husky whisper against his neck, his thick sideburns tickling her nose. He smelled of autumn leaves, faint, spicy soap, and grease from the motorcycles he loved to work on. “We’re breaking the law, you know.” “To hell with the
This is the truth, the absolute truth, cross my heart and hope to die, as true as I’m sitting here. I can barely believe it myself, but it happened and it happened to me. The name’s Adrian, better not tell you my surname because it’s a small world. A bloody small world as it happens.
The remains of their dinner were on the table. Cindy delighted in her nakedness, refusing even to slip into her panties. She laughed and burbled and her conversation was-now sprinkled with cunt and cock and fuck and pussy and ass and titties. She was, Sherri thought with pleasure, acting like a naughty little girl getting
“You really won’t tell my daddy?” Cindy asked. “Why should I say anything to him?” Sherri responded. She was fresh from the shower, wrapped in a huge towel. She came back to Tommy’s room, and sat in his one chair, crossing her long legs and looking at them. Tommy’s cock was half hard, and Cindy
“No one ever did it to me that way before,” Sherri said the next morning as they ate a late breakfast. “What way; Mom?” he asked. “Back there,” she said, shyly. “You know where.” “Why don’t you just say in your ass and get it over with, Mom?” “I don’t use such language,” she said,
When Frank called, she put him off. She knew he was hurt and puzzled when she broke their date for that evening, but she couldn’t help it. Her thoughts were jumbled, and although she was very much in love with him, she now had something else to think about. All day, Tommy was with her
Sherri couldn’t breathe as she stared at her son’s cock. Her tits seemed to swell in a painful way, her nipples throbbing. They felt long, very hard. Her stomach trembled and her thighs began to shake. Her clit bulged, squeezed between her legs. She felt her cunt clenching, and she couldn’t take her eyes from
“Ahhh, fill me up!” Sherri Maxwell moaned. She was on top of Frank, straddling him with her slender thighs. Using the muscles of her thighs, she lifted and lowered her crotch, sliding her cunt up and down his cock. Her flawless, firm tits swayed gently. “Oh, Sherri!” Frank grunted. “You’re so damned hot!” “Hot for
I took the little white packet from him. I set it in my open palm and stared at it long and hard. It seemed so small, so trivial. It was funny how such a little thing could relieve so much frustration. When I started going with Billy, I had to fight him every step of