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In the last memoirs of moi, Charity Jones, the search for the dreaded summer job had reached it’s first hurdle; I am a sex magnet. To be fair, if I hadn’t insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldn’t have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes ; with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich. It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still...

Author’s note: Hey everyone, this is my first sex story so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading! I hated going to the doctor. I never trusted those guys. They think they know everything but more often than not they don’t! I had avoided our family doctor’s surgery for years. However this chest infection was not going away by itself and I realised I was going to need some prescription medicine. “Miss Jones, I haven’t seen you in years” welcomes Dr. Adams as I enter his surgery. “How you’ve… grown” he adds gingerly, clearing his throat. Now 21, I...

After Alexia first saw what Mr. Porter and Mrs. White did together after school hours she went right over to Rebecca’s house to give her back her phone and tell of what she saw. She only told about what she saw, not about how she played with herself during, because she didn’t want her new friends thinking she was a slut. After she told her story her friends asked things like, how big was Mr. Porter’s dick, did could she put the entire thing in her mouth, and how much Mr. Porter came. She gave all the details they asked for...

Author’s note: Like the other Challenge stories, this takes place in the same year. If you read part 6, Bob was in Miami for a quick visit. This story begins during the same Miami trip. There are a couple of cameos of minor characters from previous Challenge stories. Obviously the special resort in the Bahamas is here too. Themes throughout this story include: aunt/nephew, uncle/niece, mom/son, and light father/daughter. When I say “light” I mean mentions of sex, alluding to it happening, cut scenes etc. I don’t feel fully comfortable writing a dad/daughter theme story. So I have it taking place...

C'mon, Jacob. Just calm down and just say it. Standing in my bathroom, just about to finish my daily morning clean-up routine, I leaned on my sink and gave my reflection in the mirror a stern look. Ever since yesterday, the only thought that had consistently been on my mind was Cicily, her gang of girls from first period, and what she had done to me during lunch period. A goddamn blowjob in front of all those girls, right in the middle of my classroom, that left me feeling floaty and mildly stunned for the rest of the day. Hell, I...

SOUTHERN AFGHANISTAN: 1530 hours local time. SHIT SHIT, SHIT, RED LIGHT .... HYDRAULICS. Roger Captain. I see it. replied the male voice, calm as always. Looks like we better be setting it down right now. There. The road at 2 o’clock looks like the only flat ground I can see. Yea. Looks clear. You bring it down, I’ll call in, replied the female voice. She sounded calmer now , reassured and just a little shamed, by the matter of fact tone of the older warrant officer. But she remained worried enough to put her pride aside and...

I like working at Private Heroes. It's easy work for a good cause. The hours and pay are great and I finally have a chance to be with my son. He did his best to look after me when I came home from my two jobs. I'd come home and smile when i saw the house was clean and dinner was cooked and served on the table. Me and my son would talk. I would ask about his day at school. He would ask about my day at work. After dinner he'd wash the dishes and make me drinking chocolate. We...

The Chauffeur (#51) Michael By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 I sat in my chair at the dining room table looking at a face that I had not seen in quite a long time. Jennifer asked me, “David, what do you want me to do? Should I let him in or have him come back when we don’t have 1000 college kids here for a party?” “Let him in. But please escort him over to me at this table. I’m not as sober as I would like to be for this meeting,” I tell Jennifer. “OK, I’ll bring him over...

This is the sequel to the first part with the same title. To fully understand the story, I encourage you to go back and read the brief part 1 of this story. Also, here are a few pics of the slut who is the inspiration of the story; http://imgur.com/a/Brjjl -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe had left Sara a memo letting her now what she is supposed to wear the next day to work. Sara left to work feeling extremely nervous and self conscious. She was wearing a very short and skimpy black dress that barely covered her legs and showed ample cleavage. He ordered...

It's Friday night! Technically, it's Monday. But my work schedule has me off on Mondays and Tuesdays, so those are the night I go out and have fun. However, my idea of fun differs from most... I don't spend my nights off at home; hell, I don't even spend them in my home town. I'll drive thirty, forty miles out of the way to have my fun. I don't go to clubs, or bars. I don't go out and crash parties, or get shit-faced drunk and whore myself out to the first guy to pick me up off the ground. I...