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Chapter Ten: The Kind Client Angel rolled over to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was ten in the morning. She had only slept seven hours, but she felt fairly rested. She sat up with a groan, her body creaked and cracked. She looked around at the room

I told her, that i have a new adventure for her. She was excited and wanted to know what it is. I told her, that shes gona work as a prostitute for tonight. She was shocked and speechless. I could hear her heart beat. But i knew she would be kicked by that idea

My wife, Teresa and I are a middle to upper class white suburbian couple. We lived in a high class part of town and cohabitated in a luxury apartment. However we found ourselves in a very unfortunate situation

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, naked. The knock at the door made me jump a little, I was still sticky in certain places with cream, my nipples ached in the cold, I felt embarassed but hot on the inside

She wasn't really sure about this whole massage thing After all the thought of someone touching her rubbing her? No thanks..

I am talking about sexual humiliation of people I know, including myself. Humiliation, sexual as well as social, is the fate of the majority of the world population

She said her name was Karen, but I knew that everybody had two or three names in crack town. She was a thin black girl, it was hard to tell her age but I was guessing she was in her late twenties

I handed the man a thick envelope of money. At this level it would have been rude to count it but it was a lot of money, a price we had agreed upon. "Very good sir. At this price she can be with you through the end of your business stay

The Perfect Gig. by signatory12 I watched her enter my office with a fair amount of anticipation. She was about five foot-four, maybe 110 pounds dripping wet

Kitty's first evening working in Raymond's sex village

We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from the UK

We started kissing and, of course, I let him fondle my breasts. I wasn’t sure how much he knew about my willingness to do other things, but he put his hand on my leg and I allowed him to reach up under my skirt and rub my thigh at the edge of my panties

Chapter 03 A warning to readers. - - This story features the themes of sexual slavery, bestiality, among with others that are not always liked by many individuals

Jasmine was 16. Her father died in a car crash before she was born, but she didn't care, as she hadn't known him. She was quite pretty, with red hair, muddy green eyes, and pale skin that didn't tan, but also didn't burn

Tales From the Gutter Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled When I awoke it was dark. The door was open and the fluorescent light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned. "9:20? Fuck me.

Mixed Metaphors by Old Guy Antonio had legally changed his last name to Miller, as it had originally been the same as a well-known Mafia boss. He was the epitome of a Madison Ave. Advertising agency writer and designer, and only thirty-two years old

Part II Jack and Danielle stood waiting for the elevator. Danielle kept shifting her weight as she could feel Jack’s cum running out of her and down her left thigh. “Stop squirming!” Jack ordered. He then cracked a slight grin as the elevator arrived

The man pulled his car over in the empty space and parallel parked. It was a hot night and he had been riding around the city aimlessly after a fight with his wife

I spotted the tall, thin blond girl sitting on the corner right in the middle of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was unsure if she was looking for a date

This is the story about the submission of a typical white housewife to a submissive black whore