Author: julesApple42

Bratty girl bites off more than she can chew

Jill fumbled with her key, trying to fit it in the lock and failing miserably. Even the easiest task could be made difficult with a little too much alcohol. She was high, horny, and tired and just wanted to get in her bed and play with her vibrator before crashing out. Finally, managing to get the key in, she opened the door to see her stepfather, uncle and a few of their friends drinking and playing poker at the table. Jill sighed and closed the door behind her, already resigning herself to the fight about to take place.

Without taking his eyes off his cards, Jill’s stepfather addressed his wayward daughter with deceptive calm.

“Do you happen to know the time, Jill?”

She wasn’t in the mood for this. She was so tired of him trying to control her life. All he seemed to do since she turned 18 a few months ago, was bitch about when she was getting a job or if she had applied to any colleges. She couldn’t even bring any guys home without him asking five thousand questions and ruining the mood by making everything awkward! Read more »

A Blackmail Tale

This night was never going to end, Jules thought miserably as she tried yet again to insert the dry erase marker into her tiny virgin asshole. She had been at this task for almost half an hour and it just seemed so fucking impossible!

“How can he actually expect me to do this EVER!? Much less in 30 minutes!” she muttered in frustration.

But even in the midst of her turmoil, Jules knew she had no one to blame but herself for her humiliating predicament. At first she had tried to blame her poor judgment (understatement of the century) on 20 years of unmet sexual needs in a marriage that otherwise was good. Then she had reasoned it was just a midlife crisis, spurred by years of giving everything she had of herself to everyone but herself. She had been a faithful wife, a loving mother and a dedicated teacher. That last part stung the most, given her current location for these acts of debauchery.

“Ding” she glanced down at her phone message:

“Little slut…times almost up. You don’t want to disappoint me again, do you?”

No. She absolutely did not want to disappoint him. She had learned that lesson very quickly. Read more »