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Suneetha wiped the sweat from her brow, and touched the pencil to the pad. The idiots sitting at the booth could not make up their mind, and she was getting really impatient. Um, the guy said. I'm not quite... sure. He let the last word escape from his lips as if he couldn't decide whether or not he should even say it. Suneetha had to manually force herself to prevent her foot from tapping against the hard tile floor. She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90 degree sweltering heat made her uncomfortable. The airconditioning was on the blink...

Part 1 Jesus, we're going to be late again, I think to myself as I sit on the couch in the living room, head propped on one hand. It was Saturday, the night of the Doonsberg party and there was no getting out of it. The neighbors down the street had invited us to their mansion months ago. RSVPs had been made, calenders checked and rechecked, phone calls made. In short, it was a done deal. If ever there had been a night for a party, this was it. The full moon of the late summer's eve gazes down lazily over...

Author’s note:  This is Tiffanie’s, a former fictional playboy playmate, second story.  Her first is interracial.  You don’t have to read that one if you don’t want to, but suffice to say in Part 3 of this series, Tiffanie witnessed an incestuous act at her home involving her oldest sister Diane.  Unlike Stephanie, (who also witnessed a similar act in Part 3) it messed Tiffanie up – driving her crazy even.  She tried her best to avoid her inner incestuous desires, by drowning them with the semen of black men. Tiffanie’s first and second stories drive home the fact that all the moms in my literary...

Chapter 4 They were sure they would get married some day and Jeff always treated Julie very special she meant a lot to him. He was remembering one time in particular that made them sort of know that they would marry some day. They were at the outdoor theater with his parent's car one of those family types you know the roomy kind. Well anyway, they had gotten into the back seat for the extra room and comfort and nuzzled up to one another. Jeff had his arm around her shoulder. In addition, was kissing her on the cheek. That got...

##Ke, Nivagi, and Stsm are all my girlfriends. This is what they did for my birthday.## Last Friday was my birthday, so I took the day off and slept in with Stsm. I was depressed and tired, so I opted to cancel my daytime plans and just stay in and try to get things accomplished. Later Stsm and I went out to dinner with Erma, Ke, Mira, and Nivagi. Afterwards we went to Maggie Moo’s for ice-cream, and sat around outside for a while talking about sex and Star Wars. When it got late Erma and Mira each headed home, and...

Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Fifteen: Futa Ghost's Naughty Exorcism By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 “No,” I cried out in grief and regret. “No, Ōjo-sama!” Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her. I stared up at her beautiful form of Mitsuko-hime dangling from the branch of the pine tree, swaying in the breeze that groaned through the cursed woods. Her eyes bulged. Her white-painted face smeared by her tears. Her sandal had fallen off. I grasped her sock-clad foot. Slime soaked her sock, covered my hand. I jumped back, gaining my feet. Shadows writhed around...

Went out to the barn to retrieve a few tools and as I was about to go into the shop I heard a soft moan come from the hay loft. I thought at first that it might be one of the many animals the roam freely around the farm. I went into the shop and heard the moan again. This time it did not sound like any of the animals that I knew were on the farm. So being curious, I went over and climbed one of the ladders leading to the hay loft. As my head poked up into the...

Yorkshire, England, a good few years ago. A Small Service. I were working in office at pit head that morning, sun were shining gold on smoke from boiler house, birds was coughing, it hadn’t rained for two days solid, and that’s officially a drought in Yorkshire. Any road round I were minding me own beeswax when boss comes in. Blagthorpe. Sommat were wrong. He weren’t all bolshy like usual. He were almost nervous. “Ah young Allen,” he says, all friendly like, like when he wants accounts fiddled. “I wonder if thee coud do me a service?” “I will if I can...

Futa Naked In School – Futa Bully's Naughty Week Chapter Three: Shelena's Futa Passions Grow By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Shelena Lowell's Week, Thursday Guanting Chan... I couldn't get the nerdy futa out of my mind. She was what lingered in my thoughts after my gangbang by the A/V Club. That had been a wild afternoon. Not only had they filmed it, but they streamed live on the internet on the college's Twitch account. Soon, it would be edited and uploaded to YouTube with links for people to buy the DVDs of a futa-bully's first gangbang. And all I could think about...

At that time – about seven years ago – I worked for a different employer, and lived in a smaller city up in the hills west of here. It was a small family-owned firm and I was actually almost the one in full charge, though my job title was only of manager. The owner was an invalid, his wife spent all her time taking care of him, and their daughter, though she was officially the director, spent most of her time spreading her legs for a succession of so-called boyfriends whose only “connection” with her seemed to be that of their...