While the office jerk invaded her asshole, she thought of her gentle, loving hubby – the first man who truly cared about her personality. All the preceding bad boys cared about was her ass. And it was a great fucking ass. Guilt brimmed at her eyelids, but joy spilled over her cheeks as the office jerk pummeled her prodigious buttocks. “Fucking take it,” her husband would never growl. “Cum in my fucking ass!” she never sho...

No matter how much she hopped, skipped and wriggled, her booty shook, jiggled and dimpled. “Every goddamn time,” she complained. “Half of the female population would kill to have all that,” I replied. “They’d never understand the struggle of this half.” She squirmed, shimmied and jumped, but her jeans wouldn’t climb over her rump. “Fucking hate this.” She stood in defeat, her jeans further creasing her backside’s undersid...

The presentation went poorly, and his anxiety left him shaking. “Get some fresh air,” his boss said. He agreed. He drove around when the slim redhead in the skimpy pink dress seen during his earlier commute caused him to stop and ask her: “Are you a… ” “Yes.” “I had a terrible meeting and… ” “Ninety bucks.” He nodded; she entered the car, and he, her orifices. She gobbled, rode, and swallowed until he yelled. “Th-thank yo...

Knock-knock-knock. Fifteen seconds passed, and the apartment door remained closed. Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock. “Alright!” a woman’s voice shrieked from inside. “Gimme a damn minute.” It ended up being two. When the door opened, Jasmine spun and marched to a grey armchair. She sat and lapped her legs, tilting her head from side to side. A tall, slim man entered the space; lips folded, and he matched her head movement. “...

The first time Ty and Dana saw her was at their high-school friend’s birthday dinner the previous year as his date. All they talked about on the drive home was the tall, curvy Amazonian in the dress with the deep cleavage. Well, Dana mostly. Ty’s participation consisted of mainly grunts. That night, Ramona wore curly tresses over one shoulder, which hardly anyone noticed due to her smooth, swollen bosom. On this afternoon...

No teenage boy deserves to see his girlfriend of less than a week getting backshots from her jock ex under the school’s bleachers. Unfortunately, everyone doesn’t get what they deserve. This tone wasn’t foreign to Cal and Michelle’s relationship. Teary-eyed, he confronted her on her porch later that evening, and she didn’t even have the decency to lie or deny it. With little emotion, she confessed and told him that she wi...

I didn’t need any more motivation than what was before me. Out of bed, I crawled, and you kneeled simultaneously. Leaning back on your haunches, you opened your mouth wide and lewdly twirled your tongue with your hands clasped behind your back. PLEASE JERK OFF TO ME. The instructions were clear, and I followed them to the letter. Your red nipples and pale tits, my focus. Your tongue, my target for what was about to come....

I couldn’t decide if my boss was a prick or the biggest asshole on God’s green earth. The staff Christmas party was always held on the last working day before the big day itself. In the old days, with Christmas being a Sunday that year, it would’ve been held on Friday. That’s how our previous boss did things, anyway. This new, bespectacled bozo held it on the Saturday afternoon… at his house. So inconsiderate, this guy. I...

Melissa proved useful to Frankie once again as she helped her to locate and identify the two girls she had seen meeting Dante at the abandoned cabin. One attended Melissa’s college, while the other lived on her own with a young son. Upon meeting them, she discovered Dante’s highest rate offered was ten percent, so she lied and said hers was too – no need to brag that it was more. When she gave them a million apiece, they...

Telling her mother she was meeting a guy for coffee wasn’t untrue in the least. Said guy knowing there was a meeting on the other hand? Different story. Telling his wife he was giving Frankie a ride to meet this guy and then go off to spend some time alone? Not fully a lie. Unfortunately, that also meant it wasn’t one hundred percent true. On their way to the coffee shop, they recited the plan again and again. Wracked ner...

On their way to the abandoned cabin, a stop was made for Plan B in which Bill quipped to her, “You really should just use birth control and be done with it.” In response, he received a scoff, and the subject being ignored when she returned. Conversation was not a part of the trip onwards as the plan was pretty straightforward: Enter abandoned cabin; Open trap-door; Take whatever’s there and leave. The tool-kit in the back...

The bar sign’s neon lighting appeared blurry as Frankie remained Bill’s solitary focus. After arriving at a thirty-minute destination in twenty, his entire body vibrated, and his skin rippled with goosebumps. Was the drive really the cause of this, or was it Frankie’s words before her phone clicked out? “Scott and I are at a bar, and he’s acting all crazy. He’s not letting me leave. Please hurry over here.” What did Scott...

Since Amanda’s return a few days earlier, Frankie and Bill seldom spoke to one another. Most of the time, she wasn’t home, and specifics were never given about where she was going or where she went upon her nightly returns. Earlier that morning, Frankie’s male friends from the group encounter Bill witnessed picked her up. Hugs and kisses on the cheek greeted Amanda, but only a perfunctory hand raise to Bill. That moment w...

The motel where Scott and Frankie had their initial rendezvous was the choice made for sleeping arrangements that night. Per the recommendation of Bill’s friend, they slept out while he performed clean-up duties. “Amanda’s coming home tomorrow. You sure you’ll get everything cleaned up?” Bill asked him. “You mean later today, right? And yes, I’ve got you covered.” Over and over, that conversation replayed in his mind and...

A middle-aged occupant, a petite blonde, and a greasy criminal stood in a living room after midnight. It could have been mistaken as the set-up for a bad joke, but the unfamiliar territory did not amuse Bill in the slightest. “Dante, why are you here?” Frankie asked. “I heard you the first time, sweetheart.” Dante advanced to her. “You got my fucking money?” “Hey.” Bill clapped and whistled, causing Dante to glower at him...