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The “Gentlemen’s” Club
After leaving Uni Claire worked for a real estate company down town for a couple of years until it folded in the crash of 2008 She struggled for a while doing odd shifts waitressing and temping in offices getting deeper in debt until she found out they were recruiting hostesses at a Gentlemen’s club down town. She wouldn’t be seen dead in such a place usually but she was desperate and had bills to pay. She applied and got offered a weeks trial Gentleman’s club Claire arrived for her first shift working at the club just after 7.30pm. She stepped into the office for instructions. “You’re late,” The Manager barked. “Get changed and get to work.” “Changed?” she asked. “Changed, you can’t work dressed like that can you?” he snapped, “Here wear this,” he continued …
Thaxter Jones Special Extreme Unrated Edition
I’d like to welcome you to the special extended extreme unrated edition of my autobiography. But since you’re new to my reading material this is a two part tale part one being To The Last and part two being Bag Of Bones and since I am so kind in my own twisted way I’ve combined both to bring a more disturbing violently erotic look at my life from beginning to end. And if you think both my tales were fucked up by themselves, you ain’t seen nothing yet. “I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”- Winston Churchill So you’ve stumbled upon my autobiography huh oh well bugger on you fucking wanker. Feel the smooth coarse leather bound cover of my story …
Little sis was drunk and unconsciuos… so why not?
“Hi, Don, wanna help me get her up to her room? She passed out a couple hours ago; and yes, a couple guys fucked her. She just can’t hold her alcohol.” Don smiled at Joyce, his sister’s best friend, “We can just roll her onto the couch and you can stay the rest of the night with me.” “Yeah,” she chuckled, “you wish. We tried that once and you fucked it up, big time. Besides, I have a hard eight incher out there in the car waiting for me.” “I had to try… let’s just put her in mom’s bed. It’s downstairs and she’s gone for the whole week. Tomorrow she can wash mom’s sheets and park her big ass in her own room. You sure you won’t stay?” “Uh, no… c’mon, let’s get her …
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Graduation Gift
Shortly after my wife and I married, her father married a lady four years younger than my wife. His wife had two children, a girl and a boy, who were about the same age as our kids; my wife and I each have a daughter from previous marriages. Our kids and their kids hit it off pretty well and became good friends, or cousins, as they referred to themselves. Our oldest daughter graduated from high school last year, and our other daughter just turned sixteen. Christa, my wife’s step-sister, graduated from high school in May. For graduation, my wife and I decided to take our girls and Christa to the beach for a week. We also agreed to allow Christa’s best friend, Brittney, to come alone. Christa and Brittney had been friends since kindergarten and …
Growing Up in Gwinnett Volume 6
This is a true story from the time I grew up in the rural/suburbia of North Atlanta in 1980’s. The Chattahoochee River run from North Georgia all the way to Florida along the Alabama border, snaking through metropolitan Atlanta along the way. East Jones Bridge Park is a county-run park across the river from Jones Bridge Park, which is part of the National Park Service. The river is very wide between the two parks (about 120 yards) and fairly shallow, making it a popular place for fly-fishing. When I was in high school, East Jones Bridge Park had a gravel parking lot in front of the large covered pavilion that was along the river. Off to the side of the pavilion was a small men’s room and ladies room that backed up to each other. …
Sunday was great ( Pt 5)
We all slept well, waking fairly early, Liz saw Grant’s cock standing up, and without saying any thing, took him in the bath room and lay him down, sitting on his cock, she let her morning pee loose, as it run down his cock and over his body, he smiled and with a bit of effort pushed up filling her pussy with his piss, seeing this set me off, so standing over him I aimed my first squirt at her boobs and then worked down onto Grants chest, when we had finished, we showered, leaving Liz to use the douche ready for more fun today. As Grant and I ate breakfast, Liz came down, and called Prince in, laying him on his back, she worked on his growing member, then laid over the bench, lube …
Teaching Her Girls How To Fuck(Part 3 Wanda)
We laid there for a few minutes, till Peg recovers and gives me a kiss, “would you like some breakfast?” She asked me. “Of course,” I said as my stomach growled. After I ate, I went back into her bedroom and got dress. Wendy was still sound asleep in the bed. “I am going home and get some clean clothes, and then stop at the grocery store. Make me out a shopping list of what is needed?” I asked her “You do not have to do that,” She argued with me about the food. “Nonsense I want to help please let me.” I begged her. “That is very nice of you, I will reward you later.” She promised me. She made out a list for me, and I left to get some clean clothes and …
Family of Love
Allie smiled as she felt her husband cock begin to spray her insides with his creamy cum. She felt his thrust, and then his weight fall on her after he was drained. He rolled off of her breathing heavily. “Happy Anniversary, baby,” he said as he stood up and headed to the shower. Allie lay on her bed, her husband’s semen dripping from her used cunt. She smiled as her fingers dipped into the sticky goo. Her mind wondered back 13 years ago… Allie was a college sophomore in a small Georgia town. She was a softball star and planned a career in Sports Medicine. Allie was also the focus of every guy on campus’ wet dream. She stood 5’6 120lb. Her blonde hair flowed to her mid back, her sea blue eyes sparkled when …
The Challenge 3: The Only Woman
Author’s note: While this could be a standalone story, the first two aren’t required reading to follow this, it may be helpful as they share some characters and locations. If you read the first two, you may recognize those cameos. The events of this story are happening during the same time period as the previous challenge stories. This one begins in March, while the other two begin in January of the same year. This was a fun challenge for me as well. I challenged myself to write a story featuring lesbian incest sex – something I had never done before. Editing thanks go to Todger65. The Challenge 3: The Only Woman Chapter 1 Elle was on the treadmill at the gym. She was controlling her breathing, exhaling slowly out of her mouth, sweat beads forming …
Nookie for cookie
“Cookie or nookie,” Abby giggled. She laid a chocolate-covered Girl Scout cookie on her blond pussy mound. “It’s a simple choice, Tyler.” She tried for a serious face, before dissolving into a giggle fit. The teenage boy broke up, laughing hysterically. The naked young couple lay in the back seat of Ty’s dad’s big car, parked by the lake. The bluish air wafting in the car was fragrant with marijuana smoke. After smoking way too much pot, Abby and Ty had started eating Abby’s Girl Scout cookies, which were supposedly safe in the trunk. Her discarded Girl Scout uniform was rumpled on the floor. “Hmmm, cookie? Or nookie?” debated a decidedly stoned Ty, his face an inch from Abby’s fur. “Both taste oh-so-yummy. How about … BOTH!” He spread her knees wide apart. Ty gobbled …
Rule of Women
Rule of Woman Chapter 1 *Disclaimer* The following story has a lot of sensitive elements. For one, women are ruling the world and the world being in a matriarchal society where men are essentially slaves. Second, mind control with women at the helm. Finally, there is incest within the story in a society that doesn’t have qualms about it. *Author’s Note* Well, this idea has been in my head for a while. Not a proud moment to write, but hey, sometimes the art dictates. My hope is that this story delves into some cool things and shows a world of interesting possibilities. There should be more than one chapter, but I am not sure where to go after this chapter. If there is more, it will be different stories per chapter. Like a magazine issue, …
I Meet Beca
Subject: I Meet Beca I stopped my bike and planted both feet on the ground. Approaching me was a young jogger. The girl had a sweat band around her head, her hair in two braids and a smile on her face. Her sweat soaked t-shirt was plastered against her two perfect mounds. At the summit of each was a perfect point the shape of an olive. I was so intent on starring at this beauty I fell over on my bike. She stopped and looked down at me with a smile and said, “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry for you.” “I don’t either,” I replied while the hand brake lever stuck me in the boob and my legs were wrapped around the bars of the bike. The beauty helped me get untangled …
Creature Features
“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes.” -Neil Gaiman, “The Sandman” *** October 31st, 6:10 PM: The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen. Richard stared at it, passive, waiting. A voice wailed from the speakers: “It’s alive, it’s moving! It’s alive it’s alive—it’s ALIVE!” Richard yawned and checked the time. Behind him, Dwight was going back to the liquor cabinet. “I’d go easy on that,” Richard said. Dwight’s hands shook as he put the glass back. “I need to settle my nerves.” “It’ll all be over soon,” Richard said. “And with nothing to show for it.” Dwight looked surprised. Richard rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared of Pierce’s witchcraft. And you shouldn’t …
The Flight Attendant, Chapter 1
I loved my job, even then. I lived a trapped, sheltered youth in a sad little town, and I was always a free spirit. Other girls always knew the path: marry your high school sweetheart, buy a house a block away from your parents. Two and a half kids, maybe a dog. For me, that was boring. I didn’t want to get bogged down in the same place, day after day, seeing the same people, the same buildings. No! I wanted to go. I wanted to travel. See the world! I wanted to meet everyone. The boys. The girls, sometimes? So the day I turned eighteen, I applied to every airline I could find. But most of the major commercial airlines don’t hire 18-year-olds fresh out of high school. I found a way around it: …
Susans Curiosity
Sue leaned back in her chair relaxing, after yet another grueling day of school. Sue was a very pretty girl, but she had never made a real effort to get to know other girls, or get a boy friend, much to her parent’s “not-really-caring-ness”. She lived her life mostly on the internet, and made a healthy living of it doing surveys for big companies, and playing games. She stayed in shape by exercising every few hours or so, or playing with her friends, and every week, she would go and swim the at the local beach, sometimes even on her own if no-one else wanted to. Over all Sue was a good innocent little girl who never caused anyone much harm. No one ever gave her any credit that she could be good on a …
A Lesson in Control
Please be advised this story contain brief use of homophobic language. The behavior expressed by the characters are entirely fictional and does not reflect any personal opinions or beliefs. If any of the content isn’t for you, please feel free to refrain from reading. Effortless. The one word that encapsulated the life of Elena Miller. For years, that had been an undeniable fact. Elena always got what she wanted with little effort. She wanted a strong, successful man. She married one. She wanted a large home in a perfect neighborhood. She lived in a pristine two-story house surrounded by equally pristine lawns. She wanted unchallenged admiration. Everyone in her community knew her and adored her. She wanted to be the best looking. At the age of 40, she still possessed a perfectly trim hourglass figure, …
Life of the Super Wealthy
Life of the Super Wealthy By Greg “A young wife’s journey into the debauchery of very wealthy and powerful men’s private lives” I first met Ryan during our junior year of college. We had been introduced by mutual friends. Ryan was a nice-looking guy and very well-mannered. I could tell right off that he had been raised with some class. Most of the guys I had dated up until then were immature; of course, they were interested in just one thing. Ryan was different; he was driven, and he had goals. He was a business major who was really into making good grades and developing the right connections. My name is Brooke. I was a fashion design student. From early on, I’ve always loved clothing and have been fascinated by the many different styles. Someday, …
Raped , final part 3
Raped part 3 I watched as the second guy withdrew his still pulsing prick out of my mom’s moist pussy. He had made a total mess, churning his partner’s previous cum, my mom’s pussy juice, and now his cum, combining it with air to make a froth, much like egg whites. I was captivated by how much froth was actually created by his thrusting. I had little experience, actually I was still a virgin. I was trying to hold true to what my dad had taught me, actually trying to save myself for marriage. I had fooled around with finger fucking a girl and cunnilingus, but my dick had never enjoyed that warm, soft, wet entrance of what was between a woman’s legs. This was the closest I had ever been to witnessing live sex …