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The old ex, the new slave. Chapter 1 This story is a re-write of my first attempt to write any kind of fiction. I look forward to any feedback in the comments

Susan had been on set now for 3 hours . The 49 year old mom was now a nymphomaniac thanks to her manager and master Jeff. He was a dope dealer turned hypnotist .Who found that his former high school teacher was now suited to giving head getting fucked anally & up in the cunt for cash

I was 18 when I realized I was addicted to my mother. I started watching porn just like all the other kids in my school. I was a horny teen with desires I could not overcome. My mother is a tall woman with long shapely legs

Training Sarah PArt Eight After the absolutely “hot” scene Ginny and Sarah at displayed on the sofa, Gail and Mary were left as stunned as Ginny and Sarah were exhausted

So here I was standing in a tight pressed crowd of an open air festival. I never heard of any band which was supposed to play here. Most of them were rather unknown indie bands which were insiders' tips within the scene

Emily Olives and Amber Wilshire kissed each other as they walked up the room. They swore they could hear people fucking, and they wanted in. The girls carried a bottle of wine with them they put on some make-up in the bathroom

I watched from my chair as my staff once again examined the new merchandise. Kidnapped from all across the country, each girl had varying features and qualities that separated her from the girl chained up beside her

Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes. She wore a white blouse. At the shoulders and below her neck the thin fabric gave way to a floral pattern of fine lace giving a glimpse of skin

Hello, my name is Laura. My husband Greg wrote a story a few months back on how we met and our first time together. If you have not had the chance to read it then I encourage you to do so. It may help you better understand this story

The Oculus Mirror Def: Oculus Mirror – a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection. Prologue: The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn't stumble

She packed her few belongings. She didn't own much, mostly clothes, everything else at the boarding house was communal. She fit it all into her old Camry and drove to her new home. She arrived at the old house she had so often cleaned

The Pet 1 - Arrival She wakes with a start. Her eyes roam and her memory returns. She is in the bath, and must have dozed off in the warm embrace of the water

He was the biggest she’d ever taken inside her. she felt something being put around her throat and tried to jerk her head back but couldn’t move. The guy with his dick down her throat held her head against him

The Indian camp was just over the next hill. I had heard a lot of gun fire earlier in the afternoon coming from that direction. I crawled through the dust until I could see down the slope and into what was left of the camp. Bodies were everywhere

-Part I- I like church girls. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it