Blackmail - Page 76

Computer Man Pt2 The following morning was a busy start for me, get to the chemist buy supplies. I hate condoms so I stocked up on the morning after pill. I have no intention of getting anyone pregnant. Sit back and check the video from both houses

Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter Eighteen: Cheerleader Slave's Naughty Choice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson The rings thrummed as I passed between them. I hurtled head-first towards the machine. I thrust my arms out before me. My skin crawled

"What?!" she demanded, dumbfounded that her husband would ask something like this of her. "Look, it's just a couple of guys and they're really important to the company," her husband replied. "You could probably just give them handjobs or something." He went back to shaving

Finally finished moving into my dorm room! I’m so excited to finally start over and leave high school behind as well as all the people that bullied me. My best friend Casey is one of my roommates, we got paired with two other random people. I hope they’re not jerks

From afar one might have mistaken the man gliding around the corner of the house for a burglar; his movements were rapid and quiet. One would have been wrong. The young man was an athlete, his steps rapid and silent

I was back at the funeral the next morning. I had expected Pat to object when I told her I needed to go. She simply said, "I've thought that all along. After all he was your best friend and this is his mother

I have been reading some graphic novels lately for one of my graphic design classes at university and one of the major novels studied is DC comics Teen Titans. While reading them it occurred to me that the writers had made it too unrealistic

Aurora woke in her bed, she was confused. Had it been a dream? She was clean between her legs but her hair was wet. She was going to have to talk to Alex about this, as if on cue Alex called up to her at that moment. “Roar!” Alex called from the front door

*The character names and city name has been changed.* **This is my first story so feedback would be nice please. ** Some Information About the Characters: Juan- I was in 9th grade and I was 15 at the time. I was 5' 6" and had brown hair. My eyes were brown

The truck approaches the stalled car. One more tow and he can go home to bed. It has been a slow night what with the rain and all. A constant steady rain, soaking, but warm. This lonely highway is awful dark and he switches on the powerful spotlights

It was nearly a week later Lisa called again. “You alone”? she asked. I nodded. She strode in. “Where’s the bedroom” she asked already climbing the stairs. I followed hesitantly and showed her the main bedroom. Today she was wearing a shift dress buttoned down the front

Since the day a week before when Andy had made me suck his cock (twice), I had kind of avoided him. It hadn’t stopped him looking at me knowingly and smirking whenever he saw me but there had been no further attention given to pleasuring him

This story is mostly true, although, I admit that I have played it up some. Surprisingly, not by much. Names and places changed, of course, but I hope you all enjoy

Best Present Ever: Bitch Sister Note 1: A special thank you goes to the great people who read my story in advance and give me suggestions and point out errors (Juliayou will always be my pet and Gregwho has sparked a few new ideas for me)

Hey guys, I’m re-posting all my old stories. I received (valid) complaints that I didn’t follow up my stories with sequels fast enough in the past. But please go ahead and comment and rate and if these are well-received I promise to follow up with many sequels very quickly. Thanks

Tiffany Taylor had grown up in a rough estate named Butterton, crime was rife in Butterton and there were gangs of youths on each street corner. Just about everybody who had grown up on the estate had turned to crime, drugs or had ended up in prison

Let me start with a typical New York story. I live in a walk-up - 6 stories, no elevator, old everything. And like a lot of New Yorkers, we have a live-in superintendent in the building

Jazmine chose being an accommodating whore over a decent mother. She wasn’t neglectful, or abusive. She never ceased having a roof over her head or that of her daughter’s, Roxy. The fridge and cupboards were always stacked with food and nutrients

I made the citations cursive. I hope it's easier to read that way. Don't forget to let me know what you liked and didn't like. I would like some feedback

Alex got off of the bed, taking a few moments to survey his handiwork. His beautiful wife, Desiree, laid spreadeagled on the bed, hands and ankles tied to the four bedposts. She was sweating from the fucking he had just given her