Whatever is Necessary 6/15
Kali didn’t yet speak, she only moved her hand up and down, gently pulling the skin of his shaft over the head of his cock. “Don’t hold back, girl. This is no ordinary cock…it’s a two hand job.” Kali responded accordingly, offering her left hand to stroke his base. “Loosen up, Kali…your hands aren’t vices.” Kali followed her instructions and uttered a, “Yes, sir.” “Yes, Anthony,” corrected Tony.
Whatever is Necessary 5/15
"What an easy way to make a living, huh?" Tony laughed as he said that. His left arm extended around Kali, and he shook her out of her daze, gripping her shoulder tight. "See…we can be friends after all." Tony took another sip from his espresso. "This is what friends do for one another in the real world…remember that when I’m paying your tuition. Because I wanna hear stories, of your…little adventures."
Whatever is Necessary 4/15
"Porn…the backroom of a massage parlor…or this." Tony turned his phone off and stood up. Leading Kali by the shoulder blade, he turned around a chair and sat back down. But as her back was turned, he had furtively let his zipper down and released his cartoonishly-big cock.
Kali was at a loss for words. Her only previous boyfriend wasn’t half as genetically blessed as Tony was. She knew this must be the reason her mother was so quick to marry him. It certainly wasn’t his personality. “Rest assured that I pay better than your other options. And all I ask you do is a handjob.” Tony grabbed her wrist and slowly led it to his cock. Unsure of what she would do, she let him guide her, and was legitimately surprised when she realized what she had done. But this proved to be a slippery slope. Within moments she was on her knees, her fingers still wrapped firmly around him.
Whatever is Necessary 3/15
Kali had been going at it for about two weeks. She offered to pick up milk or eggs when they ran out, she gave him the remote control when he entered the room…and he seemed to be adjusting to their newly amicable relationship. Once or twice he even smiled.
This morning, at the breakfast table, Tony let out a pent-up grunt. Reaching for his shoulder, Kali knew just what to do. “Here, let me…” she said, and walked up behind him. Kali knew a thing or two about neck massages, and soon had his strain under control. “Mmmm…don’t stop,” Tony encouraged. Kali began to smile…five more months of this assault in kindness was certainly no burdensome task.
But that idea faded once he spoke again. “Mmm…if you can handle a cock like you handle these shoulders, you’ll pay for college in no time.” “..wh…what?” Kali stammered, audibly shaken. She removed her hands. “You know…in porn. You’re not going to be able to afford college any other way…not with your mother as a co-signer.” “I’m not doing porn!" Kali proclaimed. The way she said, ‘porn,’ as if it were an unspeakable curse word, it was assuredly true.
Whatever is Necessary 2/15
Though her stepdad was loaded with cash, he had no need for a stepdaughter, barely recognizing her presence. But he did promise to pay her tuition at a Florida campus. That was…until Kali’s mother was caught feeling up the chauffeur in the pantry. Their relationship strained, Kali wasn’t so sure her backup plan for college was still valid. To preserve it, she needed to find his good side, and stay there.
Whatever is Necessary 1/15
Kali was a motivated girl. Whatever the problem, she had a plan and worked hard at it. But her life-plan hit a setback with her mother’s surprise announcement that she’d remarried…to a boyfriend of just four months. Kali had just received a prestigious scholarship to her state university, which meant zilch once her mother uprooted the family and moved them to her rich husband villa in Miami. Even with the scholarship, Kali’s choice university was only affordable on in-state tuition. And living in Tony’s mansion, Kali no longer fit that description, nor could she plead poorness.
Better Late than Never 1/1
After their 10 year reunion, high school best friends Conny and Fred return to Conny’s house to drink, smoke, and catch up into the early morning. A pre-dawn game of truth or dare, which in their state of exhaustion more resembled truth or truth, revealed a few unknown sexual partners from high school. Fred had harbored a big secret, that he had fooled around with one of his science teachers in the classroom. Conny confessed that her sex life was as boring as she had always made it out to be…her wildest adventures involved the shower head.
Fred thought Conny’s shyness about her experience cute…as if Conny pleasuring herself in the shower wasn’t something he had fantasized about. Dawn had broken and they would need to be up soon…so he rather boldly dared her to a historical reenactment of her high school sex life. She accepted and they stripped in the bathroom, bumbling as they watched each other and not themselves.
Fred offered the shower head handle first, as one would pass a sharp knife. But Conny just grinned as only she could and ran her fingers down Fred’s fast-hardening shaft. “All the shower head I gave….to Chris, RJ, Marc Allen, Ron…I liked to imagine it was you!” Conny then gave him a squeeze, kissed him, and whispered, “but I never dreamed you’d be so big…” Keeping her eyes fixed on his disbelieving expression, she slowly and smoothly sunk to her knees.
The Perky Blues 1/1
It came to Tricia’s attention that she was a little too good at expressing the blues. Her sad notes infected the bar’s audience which could only endure so much melancholy. When a few of her fans left mid-set to go home early, Tricia formulated a plan. For next week’s set Tricia would perform the whole show topless. Because decanters and highball glasses can’t carry spirits like a fine pair of jugs.
Hide and Streak 1/1
Janet reached for her clothes but couldn’t find them. She’d been tanning in the nude for nearly an hour, after having succumbed to a brief nap. She opened her eyes and saw her friend Ryan, whose home she was visiting for the weekend. Her clothes were strewn over his shoulder.
"I know I said I’d be gone all day," Ryan explained, "But things changed when my neighbor called complaining about a strange naked lady in my yard." He tilted his head to line up with Janet’s. "If she had called my wife instead of me I’d be filing for divorce papers. I’m afraid I’ve used up all of my misunderstandings with Susan." Still motionless and exposed, Janet’s words of reply were both distinct and skittish. "I’m SO sorry, I never meant…can I please get my clothes now?"
"You can have your clothes. Stand up and take them, then find another place to stay for the weekend." Sobered by the lack of clemency, Janet offered more apologies. After he was satisfied in her remorse, Ryan cut her off. "Or we can play a game. A very easy one, ‘Hide and Seek.’ You close your eyes and count to 100. I hide all your clothes in the yard. Whatever you can find in three minutes you can wear for the rest of the weekend…until Susan gets back from her trip on Monday. Whatever you don’t find you don’t wear. And whatever you don’t cover up is, shall we say, fair game?"
Janet wanted to bolt but she knew there were no vacant hotel rooms for 50 miles due to the convention. She sat up, stood up, and walked past Ryan to a spot on the wall. Leaning against the back of her hand she closed her eyes and began to count aloud. The count was paused at 15 as Janet came to realize one important detail. When she’d gone outside to tan she’d worn a blouse, a bikini top, sandals, and a skirt but no panties. No matter her ‘I-spy’ skills, Janet herself would be fair game a very fundamental way. She agonized about that for a moment.
The Keymaster 1/1
Cori could have slapped her younger self for having spurned the advances of David, a ‘creepy old guy’ at the bar. But he’d been persistent and Cori finally relented when she began to feel guilty about how many drinks she’d let him buy her over several weeks. David drove her to a house three blocks away, surprisingly elegant for what she took him for. David couldn’t wait for the bedroom…he sat on the living room couch, pulled her onto his lap, and began by sliding his hands under her skirt.
When it was over Cori wanted more but David was set on leaving. Once they were back in the car David explained why. That wasn’t his house, it was the bar owners’. David was a locksmith by trade and liked to take advantage of his skill set to satisfy his risk-filled furtive fuck fetish.
Cori was on board immediately. The thrill she felt upon being told her climax had been a crime drew her in for more. Which leads us to today, a landmark day in more ways than one. After learning the art of lock-picking, Cori has broken into her first house. But that’s not the main reason it’s so special…it’s also the very last one on the block they’d yet to defile.
Unwedded Bliss 1/1
Two rounds of the dollar dance didn’t put a dent into the cost of Ron & Cory’s wedding. But choosing the right bridesmaids did. When the bride and groom left to seal the deal, the backyard wedding reception lived on as an after-party. One which transformed the theme from tropical romance to tropical toplessness. Drunk guests paid top dollar to pose with the bride’s best gals. And as the bridesmaids themselves were liquored up they began to think about who might pay a hefty but worthwhile cover charge for their exclusive after-after-party.
Do no Harm 1/1
One year ago, Eric was told he would never walk again. Paralyzed below the waist, he was to prepare for life in a wheelchair…until he saw his nurse that is. Nurse Mila was a 10 on a 5 star scale, and paralysis or not, Eric couldn’t help but get it up for her. Not a terribly uncommon thing to happen to a paralyzed man except for how hard it was. His cock pitched a tent with his gown and demanded the nurse’s eye.
It started as a game of, “can you feel this?” and “where am I touching now?” When it was clear he had a remarkable feel for his penis she realized she couldn’t in good conscious stop. It would be cruel to stop before her patient knew if he was…still a man. For the first of many times she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.
Each secret session of physical therapy drew a little more sensation down his cock and legs. In light of this groundbreaking therapy Nurse Mila tried everything in her bag of tricks: oral, anal, vaginal, even looking at porn side-by-side. After seven months he had his full orgasm back, and after 12 he stood with Mila’s help for the first time. It was a medical marvel, one she would have to share with the world, starting with the Chief of Medicine. She grabbed his hand and began the slow walk to the door. Mila was far too proud to notice she was wearing just her stockings, or that her chin still carried the evidence of her unorthodox treatments. But it was only a temporary embarrassment. When her research paper was published she earned a promotion and soon after both Mila and her team of recruits would make the rounds of the paralysis ward in such undress.
What’s in a Name? 1/1
Girls had always been ruthless in their teasing of Lacee Hoover. They didn’t even need to get to know her before declaring she ‘sucked.’ As fate would have it this only pushed her more and more into the boys’ camp. A lucky turn of events, because as she grew older she learned that the taunts about her surname were fitting after all. She did suck, gladly for any of her guy friends. Doubly so if they were dating any of her former tormentors.
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Job 1/1
Hazel rolled out of bed at 9, put on her glasses, and made her way to the bathroom. She was in no rush to hop into the shower but her teeth could use a scrub after swallowing last night. This was the first day of a new era for her and her boyfriend. They had endured two years of thankless jobs, hers during the day and his during the night shift. But no more…they both quit yesterday. There was enough money saved to last them over a year…more than enough until Hazel starts her new teaching job in the fall. Until then the pair would work on rekindling the magic between them. And to those ends, making up for lost sex was a priority. So until their nightly trip to the gym or until she has fully drained his balls (whichever comes first) she has no use for clothes.
A Tradition worth Reviving 1/1
There comes time in the life of a single man when it seems that all of his friends are settling down, marrying and having children. But lucky for Cameron, many of his friends identify as pagan. And as they try for pregnancy, a few among them need little persuasion to join him in an ancient Papuan fertility ritual.