Raymond was a friend of Caitlin's father and a contractor for his business. He ran a small operation but had recently upgraded some software that necessitated a deal of manual labor. In order to get his information from a set of old spreadsheets and into the new program, a great deal of copying and pasting information had to be done. It was boring busy work that was necessary, but Raymond just didn't have someone that cou...

Andrew came home from church camp with a renewed sense of spiritual purpose. Each time he attended, it was as though he could feel the Holy Spirit having touched his shoulder and assured him that he was on the right path. Eighteen years old and having just graduated from high school, Andrew felt certain purity was going to help him succeed in life. This year's camp focused on a special lesson. Already a virgin, Andrew too...

Kim's pussy was hot and wet, locked inside her chastity belt, as she watched her husband and daughter making out like teenagers under a blanket. Kim wanted to touch her pussy and burned with humiliation because she couldn't, but these days that just wasn't allowed. It hadn't always been this way. There had been a time, not long ago, when it had been her under a blanket, necking with her husband, giggling as he touched her...

The call didn’t sound like a robocall. There was no slight pause after answering, and the silly, giggly, oh-so-pink voice on the other end sounded like an actual person. But Jade figured that a robocall was exactly what it was, and it wasn’t a funny one. No real person actually sounded so brainless and ditzy. And no real person would call and ask such a stupid thing. “If you’d like to, um, hear a fact about tits, push one...

Kimmy did not believe in true love. She did not buy into lovey-dovey expressions of eternal affection, symbols of long-term, heartfelt commitment, or soulmates. Most of all, Kimmy did not believe in a cherubic, half-dressed baby with angel wings, who struck people with magical arrows filled with sunshine, candy, and feelings of happiness. Kimmy did not believe in these things because Kimmy was eighteen years old, and thos...

Peter Weiner hefted the bat in his hand and gave it a practice swing, feeling the weight, the balance, delighting at the rush of wind as it cut the air. It had been a bit of an off night, but every great athlete is entitled to one every now and again. He surmised that it had something to do with his latest attempt to fuck his gorgeous girlfriend, Mia, who was now in the stands chanting with the crowd, "PeeWee! PeeWee!" as...

Tanya loved her tits. They were large, firm, round, and bouncy. Tanya was proud of her big, natural melons, flaunting them and showing them off in skimpy tops that displayed her inviting cleavage. Everywhere she went, men stared at her funbags, making Tanya's pussy wet and gooey. Tanya was not the only admirer of her melons. Her melons, in fact, had many admirers. One of these was her older brother, Russ. Russ jerked off...

PeeWee Peter Weiner had, perhaps, one of the most unfortunate names in the history of unfortunate names. This was because Peter's father and mother were tremendous perverts, and his father had wanted to continue the family tradition of naming his sons after phallic nicknames. Peter's father was, himself, named Dick, and he was a rather large man, both physically and in his endowment. These facts practically necessitated t...

Caitlin had a thing for older men, especially married men. It wasn't exactly a daddy fetish, though Caitlin did enjoy cockteasing her own father. It was more to do with the fact that Caitlin knew her nubile nineteen-year-old body was hot. Her tits were large, her ass was round, and she had the pouty but innocent look of a girl that had always made men fawn over her. It was a face that looked incredibly innocent, even when...

Katrina had tried it all. Before her marriage, she'd visited a hypnotherapist, who assured her that her oral fixation and need to suck cocks was curable within an hour session. At the conclusion of the hour, she'd found herself on her knees with the man's rigid cock pouring semen down her throat. This same event repeated itself with the successive four hypnotherapists she tried, leading her to conclude that they were eith...

Chapter 20: How to Slut Your Way Home While not fully recovered from the previous day’s intense foursome, Angela awoke determined to push her shifts to something at least approaching useful. Fortunately, there were a great many men who were very happy to shove their dicks into Angie’s mouth, giving her today to let her abused ass rest before she got busy again. After studying Angie’s sheet she accepted bookings – as thoug...

Chapter 17: Angela’s Anal Adventure Angie’s father had been absent the whole evening, which Angela figured was not a rare occurrence. The fact that Dale was some high-profile researcher over here was, in some ways, even weirder than the fact that she was a whore. She wanted to know more, but she certainly couldn’t ask him. It was not like Angie to care what her father did, as long as he provided her with money and a place...

Chapter 13: Not-eNerd Brian was, understandably, very nervous to be in a girl’s room alone with her for the first time. Though he was trying to act cool, carrying his little camera bag and pole lights, Angie could see him shaking. He fidgeted with the bag in his hand as if unsure where to put it. “You can just set that anywhere,” Angie instructed, opening the closet door and pulling out some of Angela’s gross, stuffy clot...

Chapter 9: Line of Communication Angela rode the elevator up to her father’s penthouse apartment with Brad, the residual taste of his semen still in her mouth. She trailed just behind him, letting him lead since she had no idea which apartment she was supposed to go to. Finally, he stopped at a door and looked at her expectantly. “I lost my purse,” she said, thinking quickly, “No keys. No phone. You remember that you had...

Chapter 1: Curio Nothing can just be easy, Angela thought, breathing a sigh at the roadblock that barred her way home. In just the few hours she’d been in the library, construction crews had erected barriers that were now blocking her usual route from the library to her home. She’d have to double back and go down 3rd Street. She hated 3rd Street. The dirty little throughway was a favorite hangout for the more unsavory den...