Luke continued down the sun-drenched sidewalk at a forced and awkward jogging pace. His ongoing knee rehab demanded he dial back his pacing and ease into his regular workout routine. In practice, the jog only added to Luke’s impatience and growing frustration. The rehab process could have been worse. Luke’s girlfriend, April, was more than supportive, providing plenty of distraction and encouragement. Most distractions ca...

The waves crashing on the beach woke me out of a sound sleep. For just a moment, I had forgotten where I was. Then it all came back to me; Betsy’s house in Southampton. Last night was wild. The memory of three men fucking me caused a trickle from between my legs. Then I remembered Sylvia. I was in her arms when I fell asleep last night. Now my bed was empty. It was light out and I fumbled for my phone. I focused in; it re...

My holiday weekend was planned a month ago. Memorial Day is always difficult for me. I lost my only child in Iraq, killed in action. I can’t believe it has been fifteen years since he was taken from me. My lifelong best friend knows this is a dark time for me and she invited me to join her for the weekend. I traveled to New York knowing I was in for several nights of debauchery. Betsy and I met in the second grade and we...

After a shower in the en-suite bathroom of the downstairs bedroom I slept in occasionally, I threw on a robe and went to change clothes in the bedroom we usually shared. I loved my husband, I truly did, but things were complicated. When Ken shouted my name, “VALERY!”, I knew I was in even deeper shit than before. I prayed silently as I slowly walked toward the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with Emma, a beautiful ch...

Mr. Smith did indeed become a regular customer. I would meet him in his office at least once a week, where he would transform me into his good little girl whore with a stack of cash. He was insatiable and would usually cum two or three times; all I had to do to get him hard again was to talk about being a high school whore who gets off on selling my tight little pussy. He even snuck me into his house one Saturday night wh...

Chapter Four. 'Scarlett And The Devil Worshippers' Emma Watson sighed with relief as she opened the front door of her fashionable apartment overlooking the Thames. She kicked her shoes off and slumped into one of three comfortable armchairs, rubbing her toes in both hands. The wall clock read seven and the morning sunshine was already streaming through the large window which faced East. "Good morning, Emma. I trust you ha...

The image of her having sex on the big screen TV enthralled Morgan. She got the remote from Dan and replayed the video, then looked through all the photos and rewatched the videos in order. By the time she saw her double penetration for the second time, the towel had ridden up, her legs spread, and she leaned back in the armchair she sat in. One hand rubbed her pussy while the other held the remote. Jason must have cum in...

ACT FOUR, SCENE ONE a few days after our last chapter: Friday 21st May 2032, but very early in the morning, after a long night: The Corn Exchange, Cambridge We will, we will FUCK YOU! chanted the crowd. We will, we will FUCK YOU! “What a night, eh?!” Cunts bellowed as she and Hildegard leapt on the podium. “What a fucking night!” The crowd cheered raucously. “Fuckers!” shouted Cunts. “Need I remind you of how far we have...