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I was lying face-down on my bed in a bit of a daze…. gasping for air…. my breasts squashed beneath my chest and my legs spread wide, as a stream of warm, creamy spunk leaked slowly out of my throbbing pussy. Keith… my sister’s husband… had just finished pounding his enormous hard-on into my drenched […]
After leaving her night shift guy in safe hands Jessica made her way up to the room Lee had booked for the night. Tapping her card against the door she made her way in to find that Lee was already waiting for her. He sat casually in one of the antique chairs, absent mindedly scrolling […]
I’m 19, 5ft 10 and 112 pounds, white South African, Dutch decent, my parents moved us to the U.S. when I was three. I work part time in a shop and I am an aspiring model. I have an agent for booking modeling jobs and so far I have worked with 5 photographers and done […]
We put on our swim clothes and headed out to the water. At least the beach was nice. There were shady Cabanas with chairs already set up for the patrons that were just a few yards from the water. The waves gently caressed the beach and blue water was right up close to the edge. […]
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was […]
My name is Karl, and as I write this I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distant runner had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, 125 […]
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer […]
Wanda Turner, a lovely twenty-two-year-old teacher, was reclining on a sofa in the principal’s office. Sitting behind his desk, the man was quietly admiring her bare thighs under the short skirt she was wearing. Classes had been dismissed about thirty minutes before and, as usual, Wanda had joined the principal in his office. “Goddamn,” the […]
Brenda couldn’t wait till tomorrow. Later, after dinner, as she sat in her room trying to concentrate on a book, she felt so horny she just couldn’t sit still. She kept recalling everything she’d seen when she spied on her aunt and uncle, and she remembered how excited Carol had gotten when Joe fucked her. […]
The next day was Saturday, but both Carol and Bob had to work. With Joe on the road, this left Brenda alone in the house with Mike. She couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. They’d have the whole day together, absolutely undisturbed. Eagerly she waited for the others to leave. Of course Mike had […]
For teenager Brenda Bates, coming to spend the summer at her uncle’s house was like arriving on another planet. Brenda had had a very sheltered and overprotected life as the only child of wealthy parents. Now, staying with her Uncle Joe and his family, she felt like she was living in the real world for […]
It had been a year since I’d visited San Francisco. This latest trip was business but I’d talked my boss into letting me stay over Thursday, Friday, and the weekend. I didnt’ travel much on my job (restaurant goods supplier) and I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. I’d heard a lot about Frisco […]
“I’m gonna ram my tail right into your hairy muff.” Monroe told her, loud enough for her to hear and tremble at his words. “I’m gonna fill you with so much cock that you won’t be able to move. And then I’m going to pump it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster […]
I exited the bathroom still wet from a long soak in the tub. With my terry robe wrapped tightly around me, I stalked toward the kitchen on the hunt for a giant mug of hot chocolate. A triple latte espresso would have been better, but it was nine at night and I’d had a long […]
During the course of the years in which I have been more or less closely associated with other prostitutes I have frequently listened to explanations as to just what this one or that owed her degradation; the particular villainy to which she attributed her advent into a life of shame. The usual story is one […]