“Ready for your bath, dear?” Anne Pilson asked. “Yeah, I guess so,” Lindy replied while still doing her homework. “Just give me another minute, okay?” “I’ll go run the water,” Anne replied, “take your time.” Five minutes later Anne could hear her eighteen year old niece climbing the steps to the second floor bathroom. She smiled to herself, still glad that Lindy still enjoyed the Thursday evening baths that had started when she was just a baby. “It’s not to hot is it?” Lindy asked while shedding her clothes. “Test it first,” her mother replied, “I think it’s all right though.” Lindy dipped her toes in and nodded her approval before slipping in now bubbling water. (weiterlesen…)
“Tommy, are you seeing that little Asian girl again tonight?” Doris Evans asked her eighteen year old son. “Yup,” he replied while combing his hair, “I think we’ll hit a movie and stop off for some burgers after the show.” Doris leaned against the bathroom door jam while admiring the build on her only son. Solid as a rock without and ounce of fat and handsome to boot! “Don’t you think it’s time you brought her around to meet me?” she asked casually. “Not yet, mom,” he replied softly. “Maybe in a couple of weeks or so.” Doris was quiet for a few moments before replying, “Son, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, bring her before the movie, understand?!?” (weiterlesen…)
“Mother, I’m so embarrassed!” Heather whined. “Can’t we please just go home?” “I promise to be a good girl, really I do!” “I’m sorry, dear,” Beth Peters replied gently, “but I’m afraid that we’re way past the point of no return.” Heather sat glumly in one of the three leather easy chairs that formed an arc around the front of the desk of Nancy Rogers, who was the headmistress of The Private School For Wayward Girls. The sullen eighteen year old and her mother sat silently while waiting for Mz. Rogers to make an appearance. Heather glanced at the clock on the wall and offered hopefully, “Maybe she forgot about our appointment, mom!” “I don’t think so, dear, her secretary said that she’d be in shortly.” (weiterlesen…)
Prologue: Erica Fry is a fortyish woman who has on a whim taken it upon herself to visit a company that records one’s sexual fantasies on audio tape. A woman thirty something woman named Valerie has taken her to a room in which there is a chair designed to sexually arouse the user when she tells her story. The chair itself has a large thick dildo protruding from the middle of the seat which Erica was at first reluctant to use. After a bit of prodding from Valerie, she finally sat down on the fierce some rubber pecker and began telling her story. It was a true tale of how she was taken and fucked in the middle of a crowded subway car when the power went out. Her suitor was large black man who literally ravaged her while no one was the wiser! Now, Valerie is anxious for Erica to come up with another story. And here it is………… (weiterlesen…)
Erica Fry thought long and hard before making up her mind to go inside. Nervously she waited for the receptionist to finish up with a middle aged lady who was then ushered away to what must have been the rear of the offices. “May I help you?” the young red haired woman asked. “Uh I hope so,” Erica mumbled, “I read your ad and wondered if maybe I could…………” “If you could tell us your story?” the red head interjected. “Yes,” Erica sighed thankfully, “that’s it exactly.” “You understand the nature of the stories we’re looking for?” the receptionist asked. “Ahem, I think so,” Erica replied almost in a whisper. “Well, just to make sure, read this,” the red head replied while handing several sheets of type written pages to the obviously flustered woman. (weiterlesen…)
“Have you initiated Samantha yet?” Carol Green asked her eldest daughter. After taking a long sip of her scalding hot coffee Jill Barton replied, “not yet mom, you know she just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and I haven’t quite figured out how to tell her.” “Remember how I did it to you?” Carol chuckled. “Yes I do!” Jill answered quickly. “And it’s not funny!” “Ohhhhhhhh, I don’t know about that,” the sixty year old replied with giggle, “it seemed pretty funny to me.” “I was really scared,” Jill replied softly. “I know you were dear,” Carol replied. “But you have to admit you had a really good time!” “Yeah, I guess I do,” Jill sighed. “Thank god I wasn’t a virgin, I woulda run outta there in heart beat if I was!” “Maybe,” her mother said, “but just think how wonderful that big black cock was, and how mesmerized you were by it.” (weiterlesen…)
Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. “Judas priest,” she mumbled under her breath. “What the hell am I doing here?” She picked up a two year old copy of People magazine to try and take her mind off the reason for her appointment. She was just getting interested in an article about face lifts, tummy tucks, and breast implants of the stars when like a gun shot a woman from the half open door to the inner offices called out her name. “You’re Jane?” the pretty twenty something blonde asked while ushering her towards the rear of the office suite. “Uh, yeah,” she replied dumbly. “Mz. Martin will be with you shortly,” the blonde said while offering Jane a chair. (weiterlesen…)
Tagert Prince stood in the doorway of his wife’s dressing room and smiled to himself as he watched her applying her makeup. She glanced over at her dripping wet husband and offered, “You better get a move on, Tag, we’re going to be late as it is.” He quickly started toweling off the residue from his shower while replying, “So we’re a little late, those things never start on time anyway.” Now turning to face her husband of twenty six years Kimberly Prince admonished, “Now Tag, we don’t have time for any of your foolishness!” (weiterlesen…)
Sandra Small took a sip of her piping hot cup of coffee as she scanned several new reports that had been left on her desk by her boss, Mr. Olsen. It was still not quite eight o’clock so the office was still pretty empty. Sandra liked to get in early before the daily onslaught of e-mails, phone calls, and voice mails would inundate her. It was a quiet time to get her paper work taken care of without the constant interruptions that were a normal part of her business day. She was just about to slice open another piece of mail when out of the corner of her eye she spied little Loo Wong setting down in her desk on the other side of the office. “Good morning, Loo,” Sandra sang out. (weiterlesen…)
Norma Bond looked up from her knitting and smiled as her niece Peggy ran to answer the front door. “Is that your new boyfriend?” she called out. “Uh huh,” the happy eighteen year old replied, “his name is Dace Laughton.” A few moments later Norma’s mouth dropped open when Peggy entered the living room with a young black man. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Dace!” “I-it’s nice to meet you, young man,” she stammered. “And where are you two off to?” “I dunno,” he replied insolently, “probably just hang out.” “I see,” a very nervous Norma replied softly. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around,” the frightened woman added. “So what?” he shot back. “I haven’t seen you either!” (weiterlesen…)