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I heard the front door open and shut. I stopped the video that I was watching on my computer screen and looked at my watch. It was 2:15 am on Saturday morning. “Hello. How come you're still up? You're usually in bed asleep when I get home on Friday night

Pam a Horny Mother By DOCKER5000 Chapter 1 Hello let me tell you about myself my name is John Carter and I have just turned 18. I live with my Mother Pam she is 38 years old 5 feet 8 inches in height with long black hair and green eyes

It was a four day weekend where I was going to get gangbanged in a mmmf that was arranged by a friend, but he failed to realize that the guys he found were actually in a gang. When i got there, i found out that i had walked into to this gang house, but they were cool, very relaxed etc

Denise made it back home the next morning. She had called in sick to work again from Ken's house. She walked into the kitchen and ignored Harry while she helped herself to a cup of coffee

Standing on the corner of the street, Kelly knew she was going to get business fast. Dressed in a tight flowery tank top and short gym shorts, her long legs, and huge breasts were bound to attract a lot of attention

This all happened when we were juniors at Wayne State in Detroit. Looking back, the event that planted the seed occurred when a senior we knew was arrested -- for prostitution! Sheila always dressed a bit slutty, but nobody guessed she was making money that way

Chapter One "Can you believe its been a year?"I asked Liam." My partner, Liam, looked up from his Porn magazine. "I know, its insane." Liam, whose Black, raised an eyebrow and laughed. "It makes me want to go out and do it again"I said

The lacy black underwear which are so transparent that they are almost invisible, or the obscenely small red ones that hardly cover more than my nipples? I guess I’ll choose the red ones today. It’s too cold today to wear a skirt, so I’ll need pants

That night in the van Introduction: Dean secretly watches Cherise until Cherise, Sally and Dean sprawled in the back of the van while Ann drove through the darkness. The shows were great and the mood electric. Sally playfully tickled Cherise, thinking Dean was asleep

This is a bit shorter than my normal submission because I don't know anything else about her. I didn't know the girl very well who told us this. She was certainly gorgeous enough to have been a successful prostitute, proud of the fact, and seemed totally uninhibited

Fbailey story number 613 All I Wanted Was Her Money I really wanted to go to that concert but I didn’t have enough money for the ticket. My father would not give it to me either, he just kept telling me to get a job. Fuck that, I wasn’t going to work for a living

Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters. Also this story features themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest

I’ve been a prostitute for about one month now. I’ve only done some usual jobs such as military, scumbags, and the regular men. My Pimp has dressed me nicely today. I’m wearing 7” high heals, a skirt and crop top. He says that I will be going to a client’s home

Henry had now much business to attend to, I had none. I used to wander into the back street just as the men’s wives brought them their dinners, so as to look at them. They were not allowed inside, but if the men chose to eat inside they could do so, their wives waiting outside

WHORE WIFE THE BURNING QUESTION – AM I, OR AM I NOT: She rang the doorbell of the Beverly Hills Hotel suite and waited, looking gorgeous, voluptuous and ultra-hot in a small, tight, molten gold party dress that was meant to drive men crazy

See Chapter one for an introduction to Mel Chapter two Walking across the parking lot of the truckstop towards the motel, Mel could faintly smell her cunt over the aroma of oil and diesel fumes

Moaning as I was, I felt nothing. No excitement, no urge, definitely no pleasure. I looked up at his pimpled, greasy face, and wished myself to my happy place. Away, ever away. His eyes, squinting in the dim light sucked me in as a eager fly sucks in a chunk of filth

Dena lay in her bed, pondering the day. Today was ‘her’ day. Her responsibilities taken care of, her calendar clear. The satin sheets might have seemed a little extravagant but she liked how they made her naked body feel when she slept

I've known my mom was a whore for a little over two years now. It was an accidental discovery when I was 14. No I don't mean whore in the sense that she went out and slept with a bunch of men, though she did do that, but I mean my mother has sex for money

After selling my mother’s ass to a neighbor for $1000, people might be wondering how I came to that situation and why I would do it. It was an easy decision, I hate my mother and I hold her responsible for breaking up our family and ruining the life we had