Coercion - Page 27

It was a hot August day in Nevada. We sat in front a large house in an upscale gated community not too far from the city limits of Las Vegas. The lawn maintenance van we had stolen the night before worked perfectly getting us past the guard gate

Chapter 3 “Their training begins” Sandy was now finished pleasuring her two Mistresses. Her tongue and jaw were sore and her face and chest was covered with cum. Anita looked down at her slave and told her to go home. There would be instructions when she got there

=================================== Chapter 07 It seems like any other Monday, except for the whispers and stares I receive as I walk around campus. In one way it’s an improvement, no one calling me dweeb, or nerd, but it’s also a little disturbing

“I think that just about does it.” I confidently stated as I inspected my work. I prodded the wooden frame staring down at me and nodded. “Yup, we’re good. I think the mattress can go back on now.” “Are you sure?” Molly asked me, arms close to her chest in hesitation

I - The Discovery James was bored. The teenager was about 5'7", slim build, with unruly brown hair cut short around his head, which seemed to help his green eyes sparkle out from his face

Rose woke up first and realized it hadn’t been a dream. Here she was in the bed with the 16 year old babysitter Jenny and her husband. She could hardly believe the things she had forced them to do after noticing their attraction towards one another

part 3 in a series As I climbed out of the shower and into my bedroom I had a beautiful site to behold - both of Jenika's sisters were sitting on the bed eating each other out

BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: First, obviously, READ THE TAGS! If anything in those tags might offend you, don't fucking read this. Seriously. You WILL get all butthurt and want to bitch about how disgusting this story is. If you DON'T LIKE even ONE OF THE TAGS, DON'T FUCKING READ THIS

His Brother’s Keeper, Part II Amy didn’t know how she’d ever fallen asleep with Casey’s soft wet cock pressed against her from behind; his hand cupped between her legs

Marci was heading home on a beautiful Saturday night from her girlfriend’s house. It was around 11:00 at night and she was driving her dad’s old ’72 Nova which he had passed down to her

Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him "The Whitechapel killer," and the people on the streets called him just "the killer." Nothing more was needed

[b]It was a sunny afternoon in Glendale CA. I headed to Jack In The Box for a burger and something to drink . I had no idea what was about to happen that day or how future events would change my life

My phone beeped, indicating I had just received a text message. I put down the book I had been reading and snatched up the device. My lips curled into a smile when I recognized the name on the screen. Candi Sweet, AKA my sister. I read the short message. Sunbathing by the pool

It was dusk, nearly dark. A warm, late-September evening. Carol and I were sitting on top of a picnic table near the reservoir, she in the center, her feet on the bench, and I behind her with my legs on either side of her as I massaged her shoulders

Phase III of the autobiography, life changes. Please read Phase II. My wife, Lynn, had gone out for her “girls night out” the night before and early this morning I had unabashedly took advantage of her semi-comatose state