Chris entered Room 834 at the Fairmont Hotel and was immediately overcome by a smell he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of Housekeeping a few minutes after noon on Sunday. It was just over an hour after check-out, and the room was still occupied. Given the circumstances of the occupation, Housekeeping needed his assistance. Before enterin...

Epilogue “Oh, yeah. Yes, Jack! Harder. Fuck me harder!” Maggie moaned and wailed, begging the young man to fuck her heavily pregnant body as he slammed into her again and again. Her whole body shook with each thrust, drawing closer and closer to her orgasm. Jack grunted and groaned, pumping his cock deep inside the woman he bred so many months ago. With one final thrust and a groan, the boy buried himself inside the older...

Friday Maggie stood under her showerhead, thinking over the events of the last few days as she let the water cascade down her body. When she woke up this morning, she was excited to the point of giddiness that Jack would come over again. She could hardly wait to see him again. Now, as the warm water pelted her skin, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted. On one hand, the last week with Jack was simply amazing. Th...

Thursday Maggie glanced out the kitchen window. Her eyes scanned the bleak, cloud-filled sky as she put the groceries from her shopping trip away. Everything was gray and dreary, and she could definitely relate. She'd had the time of her life over the last three days, spending lots of quality time with Jack. Finding herself in the middle of a whole day without seeing him left Maggie feeling melancholy. After putting away...

Wednesday From the moment Maggie first stirred for the day, Jack was on her mind. Lying there in bed, she recalled the intensely vivid dreams she’d had featuring her sexy, eighteen-year-old neighbor. Dreams about Jack touching her. Dreams about Jack kissing her. Dreams about Jack pushing her down in bed and fucking her like a dirty slut. Maggie's body was saturated with arousal as she recalled all the ways in which he had...

TUESDAY Maggie smiled, turning off the 7:00 a.m. alarm that had drawn her from her slumber. Sunlight streamed in through her window. Birds could be heard chirping outside. Jack was coming over in a little under an hour. Throwing off her covers and hopping out of bed, Maggie sighed contentedly. She had barely woken up, but already it felt like a perfect day was in the making. Maggie thought about her previous night's rest....

My idea was either a stroke of genius, or I was insane and delusional. I’d know which one in just a few hours. “Welcome to a very special, double-broadcast edition of Keaton’s Sinns,” the sultry brunette, wearing a slutty, latex nurse uniform, said to the plethora of cameras. Keaton was hosting her show in my living room. She and her crew had flown in from the West Coast that morning, and I’d spent the entire day cooking...

“Just ignore the cameras, tiger,” I purred. “Yes, like that! Harder. Mmm.” Jonathon Rock, millionaire and smut-peddler, had his face between my outstretched thighs. One of his hands was on the floor, balancing his body, and the other was thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy. “Suck my clit. Make me fucking cum!” I glanced at Matt, our ever-present cameraman. “Stroke that big, Australian cock for me. Shoot your cum all...

“You did what?” The car swerved dangerously as his head swiveled toward me. Johnny asked me what I did during the day, and I answered truthfully. “I teased and flashed the mechanic, then circled back on my way home and fucked him, making him shoot his cum all over my body.” Mr. Jonathon Rock, the porn site purveyor, looked shocked, stunned, and crestfallen. “Oh. I see.” His tone had changed. “I just that thought that we…...

When I made it back outside, Ginger was on the professor’s lap, wiggling her too-perfect bottom all over his groin. Her husband, Ben, was copping a feel of her full, round breasts through the bikini top. At that moment, I realized that despite my mental justifications, blaming the edibles and copious amounts of alcohol, I’d let Ben finger me the night we met because I was strongly attracted to him. My lusty desire didn’t...

"Come on, Matt," Marni whined. "You still have an hour left before you're done. Just go in back and get a stack of each and put 'em on the floor. By the time that's done, your shift will be almost over." Matt turned and walked away from her without saying a word. He hated this job. He had just finished his sophomore year in high school and obtained his driver’s license, and his parents made him get a job for the summer. A...

You know the type. You’ve seen him around the neighborhood. Sandy hair and big, expressive blue eyes. His skin tanned and his hair bleached by the summer sun. Light muscles developing on a lean body. He’s always quick with a stupid, lopsided smile. He’s a real charmer. A junior Casanova. You know the type. Marie Carpelli fucked him. She shouldn't have done it. She regretted it even as he pulled his dripping cock from her...

Dan may be easy to dislike, but there’s a psychology behind his particular predilection for trophy wives and married pussy. Hate him if you must, but there’s a story there. *** Dan's parents, though wealthy, have not transferred to him all the trappings that come with that wealth. Though generous, they’re down-to-earth and remarkably well-grounded. During college summers, they required him to work in a warehouse of a comp...

Dan and Kelly had gotten together two or three times since that lazy Sunday afternoon, the last time just around Thanksgiving. Since then, he had not heard a word from her. Dan rarely if ever called her. He was cognizant that an ill-timed phone call might be noticed by her husband and create an uncomfortable situation. Instead, she usually called him, and usually did so within a few weeks after their last get-together, al...