My older brother was due home any minute. He had left home and was sent to military school when he turned 13. After all the trouble he got into, my dad thought it best to send him away to stay out of jail. That kept Brandon from coming home until now. He decided to let the past go and come home for our mother's funeral. I hadn't really bothered with it all since I was a baby when he left. I wrote to Brandon many times ove...

"You can run, but you can't hide," a voice rang throughout the place. It echoed off walls, with no clear indication of where it was coming from. Only a male's voice, clear and a bit happy. I could hear laughter before he spoke again. "There is only one way out. Find it before I find you, and you are free. Although if I find you first, I will fuck you," he informed me, laughing as if it were a joke. Which I wanted it to be...

I hadn't been able to get the image of Shelby out of my mind. Her legs opened, spread out as if she wanted someone to fuck her properly. I have masturbated nonstop, imagining my cock taking my daughter every way possible. Her hot-ass mouth, that sexy pink pussy, and her round ass. I've stopped myself numerous times from walking into her bedroom, from stripping her naked, and from shoving my 7-inch cock into her waiting mo...

Two days in, and my body was used perfectly. I had so many orgasms the last couple of days, I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but deep down I wanted to see how much further I could go. My itinerary was delivered this morning, on my tray with breakfast. I ate by myself, with no one feeding me or teasing me. I had the morning for myself before I was to meet a man at the desk. I would be outside today, but I wasn't t...

My wife and I were still together more out of convenience than anything else. For the last five years, maybe a bit longer than that, we played a loving couple; however, that wasn't the case. I did love her, and still do, in fact. She gave me a wonderful daughter and a house filled with memories. We raised our daughter in a loving household, one shared with laughter and love. We did not engage in any arguments in Shelby's...

She ran down the hall, out the door, past the patio, and into the void. Her legs pumped, taking her further away from him, from her love. The wind whipped her blonde hair, stinging as it stuck to her face and her neck. The cold air bit into her flesh, the gown she wore not helping from the winter night. Her legs carried her to the unknown, the forbidden. The dense forest went on for miles, engulfing her in darkness. The m...

I walked around the house, wearing sexy purple lingerie. His eyes caught mine, his smile deep. My four-inch heels sounded loudly against the hardwood floors. I took every chance possible to walk by his study, my heels clicking louder to let him know I was walking by. I didn't care how long this took me; if I had to do it every day, I was determined to have his cock inside me. "Belle," his voice was loud, summoning me to h...

My father still didn't come for me. He still ignored me, ignored my hints. He knew I wanted him; he knew I was doing this for attention. He paraded Angel in often, snickering when she did some chores before going up to his room. He was teasing me, the whole time knowing how my body begged for his. My package showed up, the one I was dying for. I took it up to my room, opening it in a flurry. I dumped everything out, eyein...

My father avoided me after watching me bring Destiny to orgasm. We barely spoke, only talking when someone else was around. I got tired of his avoidance, and after weeks of it, an idea formed. I had been flirting with his driver, a 6-foot-6 muscled man. I knew he wanted me with the way his eyes took me in. I walked the house scantily dressed, either in tiny shirts with panties or in boy shorts and a bikini top. I caught m...

I was a rebellious teenager, fighting against anything I didn't care about. I hated school, deeming it too unionized and too strict. I fought often, my fighting helping wear off the anger and the passion in me. I had no real outlet in life, and fighting made me feel as though I was in charge. Nothing in my life went as I liked, but fighting was something I could control. The outlet to make me feel something, anything. I w...

My mom was keeping Angel for the weekend, as she normally does. It was the club's busiest time, so I was grateful for her help. I didn't tell her I wasn't working, nor did I inform her about the letter. I still hadn't figured out what I was going to do. I wanted to call his bluff to see if what he said was true or not. I kept the secret of Angel's birth from everyone. Including my mother. Our relationship was rocky as it...

I slept the best sleep ever last night. The many orgasms helped, along with the massage, to relax my body. After my shower, a breakfast buffet was being set up on my balcony. I had so much to choose from and a pitcher of mimosas. I took my seat, the hot waiter pushing my chair in. He was shirtless, with a few tats on his chest. A light dusting of hair traveled down his abs before disappearing into his shorts. "Miss," he s...

My father walked out. Packing his bags, he looked back at the two of us and smiled, picked his bags up, and left. No explanation at all. The weeks that followed weren't any better. The cops were looking for him, and so were his investors. So, he embezzled millions from the company, had numerous other accounts, got a cheap whore for a girlfriend, and disappeared. At 61, my father was no prize anymore. His white skin was pa...

It started like every Saturday night. Shower and shave, clothes, makeup, and hair. The Uber is picking me up at close to midnight. Dropping me off at the club. Walking in, ordering a drink. Scope the place out. Narrow my choices and wait. Tonight it was slim pickings, but it was still early. Finishing my drink, swaying my hips to the beat. I left my hair down tonight, not really wanting to deal with it. It hung down, near...

I hated stripping. I believed I was lower than low, a second- or even a third-rate citizen. With no high school diploma, having dropped out in the eleventh grade, I had no real skills. I couldn't type, nor was I familiar with computer programs. My customer skills were limited; in fact, most of the time I couldn't stand people. Especially ones who act up in stores. I couldn't cook or clean, so I did what I assumed was my o...