Chapter 1 You would like Sherry. She's five-seven, one hundred thirty-five pounds, dark black hair, gray eyes, rather attractive, not beautiful exactly but she always got her share of looks. Some of that was due to her figure, she was pretty curvy with a very nice bustline, D-cups and naked she looked very good. Sherry was thirty-six and had been divorced for, I think it was, six or seven years. What I especially loved ab...

Dirty Weekend. Part Two."You are a dirty boy" Sam chastised him as they entered their suite. "That poor woman, expecting so much from watching us, then getting nothing in return.""She isn't my wife, she's not my problem. If her bloke can't fuck her, then she should get a younger model" he replied, showing a cheeky smile."Oh, and is that what you will do, when you can't fuck me?""Yeah, of course baby. She will be hot and y...

Author’s note: I highly suggest reading Part 1 first, however this story should more or less stand on its own. The story is based on a chat-based roleplay between v-card and myself. The basic outline of the scenario was mine, but the actions and words of “Nikki” are by v-card and are used by permission. I have tried, as much as possible to present a consistent story without deviation from the actions presented in the chat...

We arrived at the studio 5 minutes earlier and were greeted by a smiling young girl who ushers us into a waiting room. Laura looked nervous. I try to make small talk, but she is not really listening. She looks gorgeous as usual in short jean skirt, white vest and flip flops. We wait for a few minutes when another girl walks in and moves us into an office across the room. We are greeted by a man, middle aged, quite slim, d...

It’s the Saturday before Halloween; the big Halloween party night. It was our favorite holiday, his and mine, and he’s gone, so I really don’t care this year, I pretended it wasn’t coming, I skipped the parties thrown by friends at school, though now I do wish I’d bought pumpkins and carved them and put candles inside and salted and roasted the seeds. I also wish fall was in the air; I miss the damp, melancholy romance, t...

     The more and more I grew older, the more and more I realized that my life was pretty sweet. I came from a wealthy family, a good family background, went to the best schools and always had the latest and nicest fashions. As a 18 year old guy, I also did pretty well with the ladies. I was only 5'8 but was built was a brick shit house. I was following my father's footsteps to play college football and was recently accep...