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= = = = = = = = = = Chapter 15 — John = = = = = = = = = = Hi. Cindy’s been too busy to update her Confessions lately, so she asked me to catch you up. I’m John, by the way—I’m Cindy’s agent, among other things. Cindy’s an amazing young woman. She’s also a horny, cum-swallowing, cocksucker—among her other fine qualities, as I’m sure she’d be the first to tell you. That’s how I first met Cindy in fact: I pushed my cock through a hole in the wall of a darkened video booth, and she was a warm, wet mouth on the other side. And what a mouth! In spite of her limited experience at the time, the way she sucked my dick was just incredible. She couldn’t …
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Chapter 3 Harry looked at Ron in confusion. There had been nothing out of the ordinary about yesterday and he couldn’t see what Ron was possibly referring too. Was Harry forgetting something? Had he done something wrong? ‘Ron mate what are you going on about?’ asked Harry. ‘Look Harry I’ve been speaking to Ginny, and as much as I don’t want to, I think we need to talk about sex.’ said Ron. Harry could see what Ron meant when he had said this was going to be awkward. They had over the years discussed girls, as best friends do, but this was his own sister. Harry wasn’t really an open person …
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Stacy’s head spun when the car made even the slightest turn and every time it did, it had come as a complete surprise. She had other priorities on her mind than where they were going because her head was bobbing over the lap of the driver. She had shoved down his pants enough to have pulled his dick out so she could wrap her lips around it. Her lipstick was smeared over his member and she was pushing the brightly colored ring lower down his impressive length. When he groaned appreciation from her she suddenly recalled something, she had no idea what his name was. He was just some random hook up at the bar, but their meeting was just a drunken blur for her. Whatever she had thought to herself, it hardly mattered to …
They called her the Iceberg because, kissing was her limit. All the girls at University of the Beach had steamy sex lives. The Sorority Girls were no exception. One of the fraternity guys explained it. Most of the guys joined the fraternity for the structured social life. Every frat guy had his little sister. Little sisters were not girlfriends, they were committed to attend all the functions and events. This assured an even mix of young men and women. Ace said, “These guys are gay but, they need to have wives and live the corporate social life. All those sorority girls are a bunch of lesbians playing along with the charade. They are happy pretending to live a straight life.” The Iceberg had a boyfriend but, made out with him only. Their code of Marriage …
She stood in her own apartment in the December dark and felt the burning arrive before she had put her bag down. Not gradually. Simply there. Low and concentrated and sitting between her legs with the quality of something that had been building since two o’clock in the afternoon and had been denied and was not going to resolve on its own. Her jaw ached from the smothering. Her lips still carried the wife’s taste at the back of her throat, a continuous reminder she could not swallow away. The cord had been grinding against her clit through the soaked thong for the better part of two hours and the wife had caught her wrist before she could do anything about it and that heat was still sitting exactly where the wife had left it. …
Imogen was becoming a problem. I’d instructed Sophia to break up with her by text but that hadn’t worked like I had planned. Instead of being upset or angry, Imogen had responded with a few short sentences. She’d told Sophia quite plainly that if she wanted to break up, her mother Nikki would find out that her “precious little Sophia” was a lesbian. – Sophia had paled then, staring at her phone in horror. Nikki’s mother had very strong views and had often ranted about how they were ruining the country. I had just ignored her and my father hadn’t really paid much attention, but Sophia’s cheeks burned with undisguised rage as her mother spouted out her hate. So, as the summer holidays started, Sophia spent her days with Imogen instead of with me as …
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“I remember that knitted dress very well indeed. I still have it today, hanging in my wardrobe. A souvenir of sorts. I had to approach the head and his deputy about wearing it because it was not of the ‘required dress code’ for we teachers. We were in the grip of a fairly severe heat wave at that time and apart for wearing a bikini, this knitted dress was the only garment I had that would keep me cool throughout the day. I knew I had to physically bend if I needed to pick anything up. It would not leave much to the imagination but it had to be done that way because if I squatted down, the dress would literally roll upwards around my waist so it would look as if all I was …
Chapter 3: West Side Office The air crackled with anticipation as Hazel stood shoulder-to-shoulder with two other strikingly beautiful women, a silent tableau framed by the polished surface of the empty secretary’s mahogany desk. They were the last remaining contenders in the fierce race for the coveted secretary position under Victor Kraken. “The three of you have reached the final stage,” Melissa announced, her voice sharp and precise, “for this audition, a crucial role in the tumultuous power struggle within the Kraken conglomerate.” She paused, allowing the weight of her words to settle before continuing. “Victor and his brother Xavier, newly returned from abroad, are tasked with supporting their ailing father. One will ascend to CEO, and as Victor’s personal secretary,” Melissa’s gaze swept across each woman, lingering a moment longer on Hazel, “you will …
Divine Fury “Move it, cadets! If it were up to me, you’d be carrying water up mountain steps!” It was the morning of the second day, first light, and the cadets had been roused from sleep by the sound of trumpets. Around and around they went, running laps under the watchful eye of Sir Kiev. When they first started, most cadets, still drunk on the bliss of sleep, shambled like zombies for the first half lap. Soon enough, the adrenaline perked them up like a hard slap across the face. Noah was used to this kind of routine and tried to appreciate it. It was a cool morning, pleasant, one best enjoyed before the sun erased the dew and devoured all shade. That said, he was enjoying it from the back of the crowd, where …
This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Raped Cheerleader – Willow Rocco stumbled out of the trees and onto the River Rock High School grounds behind the O.J. Simpson Memorial football field. Rocco was a 38-year-old homeless man who had been living in a camp deep in the woods next to the school with eight other men. Yesterday, he discovered that one of the two trailers that the gym coaches use for school events was unlocked. There was nothing worth stealing inside, but it did have a bed, and he was going to try to get the mattress back to camp today. Yesterday, the school grounds were empty, but today, there were lots of people walking around. Luckily for Rocco, they were all at …
I can recall a specific moment in my life…I was 17 years old. It was Friday evening and like most nights, my mother and I had enjoyed eating our dinner together. My mother is a great cook. At 42 years of age, she maintains a very busy schedule. She works in the Emergency room as a nurse…for as long as I can remember, it’s always been her and I. Soon after I was born, my father had been killed in a vehicle accident. I have no memory of him. The only memory that is afforded to me, are the photo’s that my mother has of him; of us. It had always been my opinion…my mother was a very attractive woman. She maintained her figure by working out…yoga and swimming were her passion. After I cleaned …
MARCILLA: “You’re just trying too hard,” I said. Enid huffed in frustration. Her face was flushed with effort and her straggly hair was plastered across her brow. “I’ll never be able to bloody do this.” “Of course you will.” I looked at her, standing by the door, and pointed to the window. “You don’t have to hold your breath and will yourself to move there. All you have to do is feel yourself there. Let’s try it once more.” Enid tried. She closed her eyes tight, clenched her fists, and thrust her head forward on her shoulders. Of course nothing happened. She stayed right where she was, with her back to the door. I sighed. “Let’s take a break from that for today. We can start learning about wards again and how to beat them.” …
It must be said that the Sleepy Sheep Tavern seldom lived up to its name. As the only halfway decent place to get a suitably fermented drink for miles around, the Sheep had long been something of a local treasure. Day after day, the siren call of revelry served to draw in a steady influx of off-duty labourers from the area’s bountiful farms and the many lumber camps which skirted the edge of Wolfhome Forest alike. That call alone was enough to ensure the tavern saw a healthy number of patrons still drowning their boredom well into most evenings. On payday at the lumber camps, though, when every other hale and hearty fellow for miles had coin to spend, well it was those nights that saw thirsty workers descend upon the tavern in droves to …
Pablo and I had been corresponding for several months and had been struggling to find a time and place to finally meet face to face when our busy schedules subsided a little bit. It was months before I had the courage to send him a picture so he would know what I looked like. I was apprehensive as to whether he would find me attractive and desirable or fat and frumpy. It was the hardest thing I ever did to mail that letter with my picture to him. I waited anxiously for his response and when I finally talked to him again I was relieved that he found me attractive and desirable. He reciprocated by sending his picture to me. He was so beautiful, tall, dark and handsome. His bronze skin was highlighting his Latin …
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Mistress Sabrina giggled as she applied the lubricant to the slaves already wet pussy. The girl was soaking wet from the long ordeal of being tied to the spanking bench so securely, she couldn’t move a muscle. Ropes laced over her legs every several inches and then across her back the same way. Her arms wound tightly with several bands of ropes about her upper and lower arms, leaving her no room to even wiggle. To add to the fun of it, Sabrina had stretched saran wrap over her as well and then used a blow dryer to actually shrink wrap her into place. She was secured beyond any hope of escape and that thought alone made her sopping wet. The only part left totally exposed was her sweet pussy and asshole. Even her face …
It was an unusually hot Summer day and even though I was only wearing a pink lace thong and lace bra I couldn’t seem to cool down. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I decided to call the air conditioning company and tell them that I couldn’t wait until Thursday, I needed them to come and fix it today. My husband Cyrus was at work and wouldn’t be home until 4, which in this hot ass house felt like a lifetime. After getting ahold of the AC company they told me that they could fit me in today, but that it would be at least a 3 hour wait. I decided to go lay on the bed naked in front of the fan in hopes of cooling down. As I was lying down on the …