Blackmail - Page 26

Hard School One part only Hard School Heather was a young teacher in her late twenties. She was a short young woman with long blond hair. She had been a housewife before this year. Her husband was laid off from work and she had to get a job to support them

Picture Perfect, (the revised edition) Prologue; My original, “Picture perfect,” was written as a, stand alone, story but I received so many questions as to the wife’s motives, that I decided to write a follow up story from Judy’s point of view

I swear I heard the door creak! In front of me Elaine, my mistress, is bent over on her hands and knees with my cock balls deep in her pretty little asshole but I cannot concentrate on the tight warmth that is surrounding my raging hard on

Chapter 19 A PHOTO OF LAURA It was Monday and nothing felt real to Laura. Her tits felt strange and wrong without the painful chains on them. She had prostituted her girlfriend, had her girlfriend raped, and implied she would let it happen again

Fiona & Alice's loyalty is rewarded with a house party. I woke up at around 10:30am the following morning and I still felt exhausted from the previous night’s activities late into the night

Kristina Is Pimped Out By The Tire Repairman by rutger5 (An original story- copyright 2011) The warm water cascaded down Kristina’s back before falling to the floor of the shower and flowing to the drain

(This story is a piece of entertainment only. The author does not condone any illegal acts. All real life sexual encounters should be between consenting adults. Please leave your comments below and vote

As he walked past her bedroom he heard the unmistakable sound of his sister sobbing, crying out “What am I going to do? He’ll see it as soon as he comes home!” He paused at her closed door, concern rose for his sister as he could hear she was truly distraught about something

“Rose, wake up, dear, wake up…” “Hmm yes?” I said pissed I was being woken up. “Lou and I are leaving so it’ll just be you and Robert today alright dear?” “Yes, Auntie Reese, have a good day.” “Breakfast is downstairs. Bye

I'll be seeing a lot more of you, you can count on that. That night all that went through my mind was "I'll be seeing a lot more of you, you can count on that.", I mean what does that even mean

Chapter 2. copyright 2006 I started to speak but she turned and ran out of the bathroom. I went back to Candi's bedroom and dressed, then headed down the stairs moving slowly to try and see what might be going on. Mom Bob makes me feel alive and I haven't felt that way in years

This story involves non-consensual sex between teenagers. I write this as therapy for some of my own tragic experiences. Please note the genre and themes and move along if this is not in your taste rather than down-voting me and imposing your self-righteous values on my form of therapy

The Widow It was 9am on the day of the funeral, George had passed away suddenly and unexpectedly of a heart attack. He left behind his wife Michelle and 2 young children. George had run a local business selling computer products before his passing

Isn't it interesting how the sounds are the same for an awful nightmare and great sex? I thought I was a dead man. Megan squirmed around and looked at me with a smile and winked. Then she pushed my numb body to the ground

Jess thinking that all of this ordeal would now be over soon came to a crashing halt as Rob grabbed her by the hair and once again shoved her between Taren’s legs. She tried to struggle but was soon overpowered as Rob forced her face into Taren’s tight young pussy