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Blow breaks

At my job theres a upstairs balcony but its behind the bar
Ive been getting blowjobs from some customer i know during my breaks
Now theres a new worker at my job and on her first day mouth fucked her during my breaks
Few days past
During a blowjob
Her boyfriend texts
Idk why but i replied for her
I told him im with a friend eating yogurt lol
Idk if i should or shouldn’t done it

Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 7) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Mast][Celeb?][FF][MF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]

Back from a bit of a break. Work and life do tend to get in the way of an otherwise unpaid hobby. ;)

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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 7) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Mast][Celeb?][FF][MF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]**

Friday at eight, orientation and the first week, were finally over. At quarter ‘til, the girls were in their room, Kiera already naked, and Regina stripping down. Regina reached for her pajamas, the shorts and shirt that were her default, and Kiera made a face.

“What?” Regina asked.

“It’s the weekend. You’re not going to put on regular clothes?” The redhead said.

“I figured we were just going to watch TV. I’m not exactly up for going out tonight.” Read more »

[MF] The Professor’s Pet [oral] [buttstuff] [interracial]

The professor snapped his suitcase shut before leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. It was just past 8 pm. The sun had set, the department was empty, but outside, the campus buzzed with students enjoying their Friday evening.

He was the only professor on the floor; the others had wished him goodnight and left him to finish grading a set of papers about the effects of immigration on gender roles. He was rolling through the papers with ease until one took his breath away.

Jenny Takigami had written about her identity as an Asian woman. It started off scholarly as she argued the merits of sexualization and femininity. Then she trailed off and started writing about her personal needs. How badly she wanted to be dominated by an older white man. How, despite the negativity of stereotypes, she could not help but feel aroused by the thought of white men spreading her legs and laying claim to her desperation just as the Americans had forced Japan out of isolation following World War 2. Read more »

[mF] [incest] [F-solo] [M-solo] “I’m ready”

Certain Internet subcultures associate the name Chad with attractiveness and virility. Naming me Chad was the first thing my parents had done for me, and possibly the best.

Quickly after my birth, they realized that meth is more fun than diapers and formula. Their downward spiral was quick. The story I was told is that my dad was shot to death in a convenience store robbery gone wrong. My mom held on a bit longer, but eventually she got caught trying to sell her own body for money, and made her way to prison, and I to the foster care system.

She met her untimely demise in prison, awaiting trial, killed by an overdose. Meanwhile, I went on to become a young troubled child, and scare away several foster families. But not John and Martha. Or at least not Martha. They took me home on my 10th birthday, gave me a cozy room to call my own, and a stable predictable routine.

It didn’t take me long to realize that there was no love in their marriage. John, my adoptive dad, had married out of a sense of duty, it was just one of the things one does, but he cared little for family life, and probably saw Martha, my adoptive mom, as little more than a roommate. He was consumed by work, his career the only thing he valued in life. Read more »

Gemma The Personal Trainer Part 1: Meeting

It all began on a Saturday. The afternoon sun was blazing down on the city of San Romeo as the people were going about their daily business. George was standing outside of the Get Fit Quick gym waiting in his air-conditioned car for the clock to strike 13:00. He was a young 21-year-old man, quite good looking, with bright hazel eyes and dark brown hair, a light stubble growing on his light toned face. This was going to be his first time in the gym, he was nervous but excited at the same time; decked out in black t-shirt and track trousers he examined the sheet of paper laid out on the steering wheel of the pleasantly cool car. It was a receipt for the personal trainer which he had hired when he decided to cut some weight off of himself. The sheet noted that his trainer will be someone named “Jeremy” and to meet him in Private Room 6 at 13:00. Read more »

[MF] [interracial] [piss] [preg] The shower

Damien had never left his little hometown on the Montana Hi-Line. Not until moving to Chicago. He was eager to discover the world, to learn all about the future – and maybe even to help shape it.

Lara was born right there, a few miles from the bean, the daughter of African immigrants. Of her family’s homeland, she retained the majestic beauty, as if Wakanda had crafted itself a Queen for all time.

They were the most unlikely roommates ever to be paired, and yet a few Craigslist disappointments and a couple beers later, here they were, sharing a small two bedroom apartment in downtown Chicago.

Despite all odds, they blended to perfection. He was willing to try almost anything, to learn all that the city lights had to offer at night, and she had finally moved out of her parents’ home, and craved nothing more than a partner in crime. And yet one thing was clearly missing from their lives. They were both single, unable to find their missing piece of the puzzle. Read more »

Melanie, The AuPair [mF]

It was a normal Saturday. I woke up staring at the ceiling as the late morning sun threw its light through the crack in the curtains. This was going to be a boring weekend. All my friends were out of town leaving me on my lonesome to entertain myself till school on Monday. What’s an eighteen-year-old supposed do…My stomach grumbled. *Oh, right yeah, I should probably go eat something. Fuck I’m hungry.* I stretched releasing a groan of satisfaction and then rolled out of bed. I practically fell down the stairs as I made my way to the kitchen. Down, left, down, left and down. I came to a stop stumbling into the island and gracefully whipped out a bowl, cereal, and milk, prepping the lot with practiced efficiency. A minute hadn’t gone past since being in the kitchen that I was already wolfing down mouthfuls of cinnamon toast at the table.

“Wow. That was impressive” said an accented voice across the table from me. I froze, spoon in mouth and looked up. *Melanie…* She was the new French au-pair hired by mum to look after my siblings whilst she and my dad worked during the week. Melanie was hot. Big pale blue eyes, tanned skin, dirty blond hair to her shoulders fell in waves framing her pretty face. I realised that I must seem quite odd just sat there staring her, spoon in mouth. Read more »

Sisterly Support [FMF] [Oral] [Inc]

“How long is this going to take, Jan?” asked a restless Brittney Lawton.

“Why? Did you actually have plans for tonight?” replied her bemused older sister, Janet.

“Watching movies and eating leftover Thai food counts as plans.”

“In that case, this may take longer than I thought.”

Brittney groaned to herself as her older sister led her up the stairs of the quaint, suburban house she shared with her husband, Kyle. She wasn’t in the mood for another one of her half-hearted efforts to boost her spirits. She’d had enough of those over the past seven months. While her Janet’s heart was always in the right place, she had no idea what she was going through.

“Seriously, Jan,” she groaned, “I don’t have the energy for this tonight. I get that me living here is a pain in the ass, but let’s not make this harder than it already is.”

“I’ve been watching you loft about this place for months, looking miserable and depressed at every turn,” Janet said, stopping just at the top of the stairs. “Trust me. It can’t get much harder.”

“Famous last words,” Brittney muttered. Read more »