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Just a little after her sixteenth birthday, Jessie ran away from home. Her mother was a drunk who was usually so plastered that she staggered around the house in her baggy house dress, falling over the furniture till she passed out

Lloyd's Angel by Virtual Scott October 2010 It was shaping up to be another busy day. The remote vibrated discreetly in my pocket and I headed for the mall entrance. "On it," my partner's voice sounded in my earbud

The Dirty Old Resident: Part 3 Meranda's heels click as she walks to the small studio apartment door and takes a deep breath Slowly opens the door and see's that big grin of Pauls, he was wearing a very nice black suit with a blue tie and he had flowers in his hands

Chapter Twenty: Promises Angel was barely inside the door when Rich, who kicked the door closed behind her, had an arm around her waist, with his face buried in the crook of her neck. He was kissing, and gently biting her shoulder

Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his phone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a customer

The Bimbo Formula Chapter 3: Bimbo Wife Fucks the Photographer Copyright 2015 Frank Even in her baggy dress, my bimbo wife Alice looked amazing. Her ass shook as she walked to our car, her curly, red hair falling about her shoulders

Introduction Hello readers, my name is Jordan Hartlind, my friends and lovers call me Jordi. I’d love to share with you a bit about me before we get too in-depth. I’m from St. Louis, Missouri where I live in a duplex with my mother. I’m a student at St

Sally has a session with another couple for money. It led to toy play. I was pondering about Sid and Sue and also about Abby. It seemed that men wanted to see their wives with another woman. I had experienced it but I didn’t think it was that “usual”

Fbailey story number 194 Trailer Trash It all started when my wife asked me to take Sue Johnson her payroll check. Sue had called in sick that day but had said that she needed the money to by food with. So my wife sent me to deliver it to her in person

Chapter 3 - Leaving Vespa Madame Lahore comes to her senses, regaining control over her body. The wise woman knows immediately what just happened: A High Daemon is among them. A Daemon can be a vicious creature, coming through the portal opened by Dark Eros Energy from another world

Fbailey story number 523 The Little Whore Being a single father isn’t easy. I suppose being a single mother isn’t easy either. Anyway my fifteen-year-old daughter Charmaine found a way to get all of the things that she wanted. She became a high school prostitute

The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy

They watched closely, snickering and whispering amongst themselves like a pack of hushed hyenas as I was utterly humiliated, nude in front of my computer. I wasn't putting on a camshow and it wasn't a dare, although I'm certain at least one of them was recording my sick shame

Ok, so this is my first story. I hope you like it. I understand that it may have a few problems with it, but I’m only just getting into writing after being a long time reader of a lot of people’s work on here

I wrote this story in an hour, let me know what you think about it. Have a happy Valentine's Day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Discreet Couple Look'n For Valentine's Day Fun - mw4t (DownTown T

Tim watched his wife Sue disappear down the hall, nude, wearing only a pair of black high heels, "fuck me pumps," she called them, a john, following her, eye fucking his wife as she led him towards their bedroom to service him for the next hour

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. I do not make money from writing this story Chapter 5: Discovering her new friends It had been a week that had happened to Naruko Nami and had become a prostitute. She had no memory happier than those she had made this week

Disclaimer: Doing anything to another without consent is not only wrong, it is evil. But there is a difference between fantasy rape and real rape. Although the following story is fictional, it based around a completely consensual role play indulged in by the author and her Master

This account starts in the second half of 1993. I was a sergeant in the R.A.F. and was based at R.A.F. Henlow in Bedfordshire. I was in my final year before discharge and, as was customary, was taking my turn to run the Sgts Mess bar

I’d like to welcome you to the special extended extreme unrated edition of my autobiography