It was the little things that Erin noticed first, Alan being late home wasn’t that unusual but the change in frequency was,as were the reasons which he offered. They just didn’t seem convincing. He was being more attentive towards Erin too, not that she minded that at all , it was just another oddity in his life. Things really did not add up. Despite her misgivings at doing so she began checking on him, at first it was checking his pockets while he slept. She despised herself for doing it but she couldn’t get this nagging doubt out of her mind until she found out what was causing it. She…

Coming up with a good activity for my next session with M. Stewart was a challenge. Not because I couldn’t think of anything, but because I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do next. I’d already flashed him my tits and given him a lengthy showing of my tight, auburn-haired pussy. I’d even climaxed unexpectedly as I rubbed up against his desk, my ass in full view. I’d seen his cock – nothing impressive in size or shape, but exciting none the less – as our last meeting where we’d agreed he should pay me if this were to go any further. I had a few ideas in mind, and…

Ellena ran a hand along her swollen belly, sighing lightly as she felt the roundness of her abdomen. Getting pregnant like this hadn’t been her idea. Her husband had felt they should start a family as soon as possible. How could he have known he would get into an accident only months after they had gotten married? Sighing again, Ellena pulled herself out of bed. She didn’t miss him much. She had never loved him. He had just been her best hope at living the kind of life she had always wanted to live. She wanted the white picket fence and the gaggle of children playing in the yard. And…

This is part three of a continuing story about a young hypersexual Filipino girl who is working as a prostitute for a pimp who gets inside her head with his manipulative and controlling nature, and sexual prowess. ***** I had a real long night. My client was an insatiable animal and clumsy…dude kept me up and fucking for hours. He left me in the hotel room to catch an early morning flight, and, after a few hours sleep, I ended up getting kicked out by the maid. When I got home, there was a message on my phone from BJ telling me to come by and square up meaning he…

His name was ‘SteveUK” and his message in the chatroom was: “Do any guys near Taunton want to get a blow job from my girlfriend?” The only reason it caught my eye, was that it was within driving distance from my house. I private-messaged him saying I was close. When it got round to me asking him to prove that it was really his gf I was meeting and not just some weird guy, he asked me for my mobile number. It was only seconds before the phone rang. Elaine: “Is that Chris?” Chris. “Yes, Elaine right?” Elaine: “Hi, so, Steve asked me to call. So do you think you…

How does one come to possess the moniker Dirty Dan? Glad you asked. I grew up poor, not simply without, but dirt poor. My two sisters and I had little to nothing outside the very basics, all of our clothes were hand me downs, we had no indoor plumbing, we did have electricity and heated our small three room shack with wood. We would take a bath every Saturday night in what was designated the kitchen area. Ma would heat water in one of those old square tubs, it was somewhere around 3x3x18″ high. Ma would always wash the girls when pa and I were outside doing chores. Mother did…

After Dorothy had graduated she decided, by way of thanks, to visit her old maths teacher. Whilst she was studying at university he had retired and might actually not have heard her good news. Despite his being strict, intolerant and domineering, once he had spotter her talent he had nurtured it and guided her. It had been he who had set the sparks that had kindled her enthusiasm and then fanned the flames into a roaring passion. Now she had been awarded a first, offered the opportunity to pursue advanced studies in all the right places: stay on, Oxford, MIT, Princeton, Harvard, she could take her pick from the cream…

I have been 18 for two weeks and all I can think about is having my daddy taking my virginity. I have been sexually attracted to my daddy. My parents are divorced so I went to my daddy’s house after school on Friday. I knew he didn’t have to work this weekend so I brought enough cloths for the whole weekend and was gonna finally have him all to myself and hopefully inside of me, taking my virginity. I was at his house waiting for him when he came home from work. He was so surprised to see me that he stumbled on his words and asked, “What are you…

This is a continuation of the story of 18 year old Jennifer’s early summer visit to her cousin’s household. To know the characters, it would be good to start with chapter 1, although this chapter is less about Jennifer and Amanda than the others. For those who have enjoyed this tale, I apologize for the delay between chapters. I do enjoy feedback, especially from writers who have done similar themes. I should also note that my writing takes on its own life with each story, and I see that this one moves a little beyond the elements of love and caring between characters that have been important to me, and…

I panicked and pushed myself up off the chair and stood up. I didn’t want him to think he did anything bad so I just kept telling him it’s “OK”. I paced around the room for a moment. His cock had been inside me. I actually had been having sex with my son even if it was only for a few seconds. I was freaking out now wishing for someone to help me get past this point and decide what to do next. I looked at him and he was laying there on the floor next to my chair. He looked at me and he was smiling. He didn’t care…