Marla was young still, right? She was still hot, right? She’d gotten married at 24. The first year or so had been great, but life had gotten in the way the last few years and at this point she was more just going through the motions. Her tits weren’t quite as perky as they’d been
I am of Italian decent, born in the south and raised in the north, I have been lucky enough to move to Nashville to pursue being a TV Reporter. Now I know that the profession of Reporting has fallen into the same category as being a Politician, or a Lawyer. I have always thought that
Beyonce Knowles sat in the comfort of the leather back seat of the limo and stared forward at the back of the chauffeur’s head. She was headed for her day long session with Jennifer Lopez, prepared to be her slave for the day, set up as a deal between Jennifer and Mistress Whitney. She had
The dark, stretch limousine cruised silently through the cold, deserted streets of Los Angeles, snaking through the streets inexorably towards its destination. It was late at night, just past midnight and in this business area of town on a Saturday night you rarely saw anyone around. The long car wound around one last corner and
Mariah Carey sat on the edge of her bed in Whitney Houston’s mansion and absent-mindedly played with the full, long, luxurious hair of Beyonce Knowles, who knelt at her feet with her head resting against Mariah’s soft, naked thighs. They both stared at the wall clock, watching the minute hand tick inexorably towards one’ o’clock.
The taxi came to a halt before the huge mansion and Beyonce rather tentatively exited from the back seat. She was alone and in something of a disguise (sunglasses and a dowdy jumper and jeans to hide her stunning looks and figure) and was both extremely excited at the possibilities of this weekend may bring
Beyonce Knowles finished her final encore and thanked the audience in the arena and left the stage blowing air kisses at her fans as they yelled their approval and thanks. Sweat dripped from her long athletic body, soaking the tiny white, lacy bra top and miniskirt she had sang her final two numbers in. She
The rape, accurately filmed in all his lewdness and artfully camouflaged as a lewd prostitution trick by Bob, went on again and again. When their cocks were limp, they got them hard again torturing her with huge rubber cocks and dildoes taken from Bob’s stock in the shop; they put clips on her sore nipples,
They walked out. Their old, battered sedan was in the street, and she was forced to enter in the back, squeezed between Johnny and Amos. Jessie drove, Roy was beside him. They began to cruise slowly with the car, and it was clear that they were looking for someone or something. They arrived in front
Natasha awoke, slowly and confused, in a room that she didn’t know. It was a damp, dark room ; she felt the stench first, then tried to move, but she couldn’t. She was lying on a bed, and when she tried to sit up and stand, she found herself immobilized. His wrists had been taped
Natasha walked out of the studio at 5 in the afternoon. It was a drizzly afternoon, but she was happy; hell, she’d done it! She had been accepted! Next Tuesday, she’d be in that studio again, for a couple of contracts and, then, the shooting would begin. She was to be the next Playman’s Playgirl!
His hands and feet were tied to the bed and she was floating above it. When he had met her at the bar earlier and she had taken him home, he had been thinking that it had all seemed a bit too easy. She laughed at everything he had said, bought him drinks and then
I found myself in a strange but happy situation with the ‘game’ that I played with one of my good friends and his wife. Things were simple, I wanted to be tied up. I really didn’t have a need for sex because I was happy and faithful in my marriage. Andrew and Amy had found
So first I’ll start with a little background on this story. I’m 35 6’2″ and keep in fairly good shape. I work out alot and would say that with blonde short hair and green eyes I am a decent catch. I’ve always been hetrosexual. This is a true story that involves a former friend of
Susan and I married right out of college. I became an investment broker dealing primarily in Futures and Commodities, and the first few years were lean ones as I learned my trade. Our financial situation turned around after five tough years, and we’d been married for about eight years when we were able to buy
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