Mary first met Jim’s employer at her wedding three years previously. The best way to describe him would be a black, ugly, old prick. If that wasn’t enough, he was also rude, overbearing, and demanding around white women. Maybe, having money and owning a construction company gave him the idea he could treat people like dirt. Being the boss of practically every man at the wedding was another reason he strutted around like an over-sized peacock.
It was strange, but he always treated
The last week has been incredible. The radio station I work at has a Mexican secretary that I’ve been fantasizing about since I met her. Her brunette hair flows past her shoulders, she has big brown eyes and full red lips, large breasts and a perfect ass, sleek legs and silky soft brown skin. Her body screams, “Fuck me!” And for the last week, I have. I found out that Joann was embezzling from the company and have been able to use that along with a video of us fucking to keep
Vlad was doing his rounds at the St. Bathory Home for Wayward Girls. Parents sent their girls here when they threw up their hands and said; you deal with this slut. The Headmistress of St. Bathory’s promised these parents that she would return only obedient, respectable girls that the parents could be proud of. There was much unsaid in that promise. Much unsaid indeed.
Vlad walked his hourly round in the incorrigibles ward. This is where the girls who refused to play by the Headmistresses
Marsha Wellington was a pretty 35-year-old with long black hair. Her face was beautiful, 34b, 24, 38 body was still desirable to most men even after two children. While she felt that her hips were a little large, her ass was still sexy in what her husband referred to as a “J-Lo fashion”.
Marsha and her husband John had taken their two children on vacation for spring break.
They had had a wonderful time and were beginning their trip back home when car problems delayed them. Not to
Since she was very young Robin was fascinated with the male body. Growing up she was lucky enough to catch her stepbrother masturbating while she hid in the closet and was initiated to the secret world of males. The image of him, the unabashed pleasure he took in his own body, the ripple of an orgasm and the loud primal moaning as his seed burst from the head of his penis, began an obsession in her for the rest of her life.
As she grew older her fascination with male genitalia grew. She
Erin watched her son with some concern, he had a limp and it wasn’t the first time she had noticed some things about him, the odd bruise on an arm or a leg, what looked like a bruises around his handsome young face. She had approached him a few times about them, but he had been evasive in his answers and always tried to change the subject or left the conversation.
Today he had arrived home with a decided concerted look on his face, he moved slower than usual; but Erin greeted him as she
A few months had passed since the night Julie had been raped and forced to have sex with her son, Lance. The two of them spent considerable time following her birthday barely talking. Both embarrassed by what had transpired. And both knowing that they had been sexually fulfilled by the experience.
Finally Julie was able to talk to her son about it. She explained that, in a brief moment of lust, and while under the influence of alcohol, she had been willing to have sex with the three men who had
Miranda had been single for just over two weeks. Two glorious weeks of parties, girl-“dates”, movies with friends, and relaxing by the pool. It was too cool to swim just yet, but she sure didn’t mind putting on a skimpy little suit and flaunting it in front of the new lifeguard as she and her friends tanned on the deck.
Yesterday, the guy at the refreshment bar had given her a drink for no charge. The other girls had paid for theirs, but he only winked at Miranda and told her
I met Danielle through a friend at a party. She was a hot little half Italian and half Jewish girl with a great little body, pretty face and beautiful brown hair. She was also sexy as could be.
I was busy with other people at the party so we did not hook up then, but a couple months later a mutual friend of ours, Rachel, asked if Danielle could crash at my place while she looked for a place to live in Toronto.
Rachel was also hot and promised to make it worth my while, so I agreed to let
“Is that too tight?” I asked.
Sandra tried to move her wrists and was satisfied that she still had circulation, “No, no, that’s fine.”
“Alright then, let’s go, we’ve got a lot of miles to cover and I’d like to get on the road.” I firmly griped her upper arm and escorted her to my Ford Bronco outside. She hesitated at the door of her tiny apartment and held the cuffs up, “the neighbors.” I took a jean jacket she had hanging
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