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Not destiny in that cloyingly-sweet-horrible-teenage-lovesick way. That just made her want to puke. She saw her friends all head over heels in love and how silly it made them, like being in love meant half your brain fell asleep or something. No, she wasn’t interested in that. She wanted something real . She wanted to feel like a woman, not a giggly little girl. Maybe it was because she hung out with adults from a young age, camping and climbing with her parents and their friends. Maybe she was just more mature than her schooling friends. Whatever the reason, she always saw relationships in a different, more evolved manner.Not that she had any boyfriends yet. The guys in school, even the hot ones, just didn’t interest her. They all needed to grow up a bit.And that just left her frustrated.Since puberty, as she became aware of her developing body, Evangeline had been on another mission. A mission to discover her sexuality. Her mom had the talk with her in a strictly biological fas

A lot can happen in a week, Evangeline reflected. She was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking a pine forest. She ran her hand over her belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. She was a beautiful, young lady, her body fit and athletic from years of climbing. Her caramel skin framed against dark, flowing hair, gave her a sexy African look. She had always drawn gazes no matter where she went. Getting attention had never been a problem. It just meant she could be very discerning with whom she allowed into her life.Nobody had interested her before she left for the camp. A mere seven days ago, she hadn’t even experienced sex yet. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she thought back to the innocent teen she had been, riding the bus through to Adventure Camp.So much had happened since. So much had changed.Seven days ago, she was sitting alone on the bus seat, peering out the window, daydreaming. She was looking forward to being in a new place, meeting new people,

Thinking the light-headedness must just be a blend of the drink and the dim office lighting, she shrugged it off.“Good god...” Debby mumbled, now really starting to feel sleepy, and she reached out to try to steady her balance against the desktop. “Sir. I feel... rather...”She shut her eyes, and felt the whole room ingest her, as if she was falling into a bottomless pit.She opened her eyes, and things felt strange. She was strung up in chains, a heavy steel wristband around each wrist and each ankle, with a chain connected to each, tugging her sideways from both directions. The chains were connected securely to the walls on either side of her. There she was, nude, hanging in restraint. Mr Salvatore walked out in front of where she dangled, also nude, and Debby could for the first time see what he really looked like, in his true form. His naked body was flawless, perfect pecs and a flat, toned stomach. For an older guy he sure kept himself in good shape. His huge cock and balls hun

Transcend Avenue was a particularly well known part of town. It was where all the rich people lived, the money makers and business owners. For Debby, it was one big opportunity. One thing she knew well in life, was that rich people don’t need to do small tasks. They had other more important things to do, and there were always people they could pay to do stuff for them. And for the last four months, as the summer sun made the grass grow quicker, Debby had been mowing lawns for three different residents. Being a gardener wasn’t her aspiration in life, it was more a stop gap to save up for university. So many of her older friends had gone off to college, before going to university, and been weighed down with debt. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, and in two more months she would already have enough money to cover it all.The only daunting thing for her was the size of the lawns that she had to cut, and all without the use of a drivable mower. She was out with a petrol one, four

Celeste didn’t know if it was just heated lust or the fact that she was missing a boyfriend in her life, but she didn’t want this to ever end. She wanted to suck him for eternity. And there was no way the cop was going to let it end any time soon, widening his stance slightly and letting the young girl work his pole.She began to suckle and lap at the tip. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the underside of his bell as the cop moaned, patting at her hair and pulling her further down onto his cock. She started to take it inch by inch, tasting the sweet pre-seed as she slurped and sucked on him. She gasped around the girth as the officer pulled at her hair, pulsating inside her mouth.With the next underground stop nearing, there was still nobody else around. But at this point Celeste didn’t care if anyone saw, lost in the moment and thoroughly enjoying herself. She blew him hard, working him with her hot lips. The cop pulled her up and down on his cock as he forced his way to t

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation.These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night.Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal. A wise man once said that graffiti breaks the hegemonic hold of corporate and governmental style over the urban environment and the situations of daily life. As a form of aesthetic sabotage, it interrupts the pleasant, efficient uniformity of planned urban space and predictable urban living. For many, graffiti disrupts the lived experience of mass culture, the passivity of mediated consumption.But Celeste believed it was through graffiti that a nation’s culture was truly exhibited, expressing the wider s

KAEL POV                   “I’ve found you a suitable wife, Kael,” my father Carlos said lazily to me as he tapped a pen on the top of his office desk.      “Good. It’s about time a marriage was arranged,” I replied. I was ready to settle down and start creating heirs.      My father—the eldest son of the Bueneventura family—ran our world like the empire it was. My uncle Francisco sat on the other side of my father’s chair and remained silent.      Francisco smoothed his hands over his blood-red tie, a smirk on his face. It was clear he wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation at hand. Then again, I could smell the rank pussy all over him. No doubt the two of them had just gotten back from one of the many titty clubs they owned. Probably fucked their way through all the girls.      As next in line to run the Bueneventura crime family, I knew it was imperative to have sons who would keep the bloodline intact.       “What family

Jennifer's head was thrown back against the back of the booth while her fingers dug frantically at the spot that itched so badly. To help her finish, Ashley and Brooke each took one of her nipples in their mouths and gave her just the stimulation she needed to finish climbing Mt. Cum.Jim joined them as Jennifer slowly calmed down."My replacement will be here in a couple of minutes. I have arranged for some refreshments and champagne to be delivered to the room right away. If you are all ready, you can go ahead. I will join you soon.""Slave, you will suck me clean in the elevator.""Yes, Daddy."The ride was too short for Jennifer. She had never imagined how much she would relish the taste of his hard cock in her mouth. The lingering remnants of his cum added the perfect amount of spice. She looked wildly up at the control panel as the elevator began to slow down. It was too soon. Much too soon. Just in time, her hand found the stop button and halted them until she could finish lick

Jim, set up another round for those gentlemen and make sure they see that you are putting the same cherries on a dish for them. Got it?""Sure thing, Mr. A. May I say, sir, that it is becoming difficult to walk?""How big would you estimate at this point, Jim?""Just a wild guess, but somewhere around 11 or 12 inches would be pretty close.""After you serve the men, make sure you stand close to the girls at the other table and give them plenty of time to decide if they want more drinks. Ok?""Gotcha, Mr. A.""The gentlemen thank you for the drinks, sir, and thank the lady for the cherries. By the way, the ladies at the other table ordered the same as the gentlemen are having.""With or without cherries, Jim?""They specifically ordered them with cherries, sir.""Very well, then we must not disappoint them. Open wide, Jennifer. I will insert these, myself."Jennifer's head was in a spin. The drink she had nearly inhaled had rushed to her brain and the excitement of the things her maste

Jennifer's last hope of escaping without humiliation evaporated as she tried to look carefully around the lobby without appearing to do so. Thankfully, she had received sufficient training from her mother in certain graces that enabled her to comply with his request without making it too obvious. She stepped out of the wispy thong and scooped it up quickly before handing it to him in a small ball."Why Jennifer! These panties are positively wet! You naughty, naughty girl. They smell like you have been creaming in them since we met. You must be dreaming of how exciting it will be when my huge cock tears through your virgin defenses. How big are your tits?"Oh! Would it never end? "They are 38C. I suppose you will want my brassiere next.""No, you can keep that on for a few minutes. It may be more interesting to watch you take that off in the bar.""In the bar? I'm not old enough to drink.""Come with me, slave and don't question what I tell you to do. You did say you were my sex slave,

Jennifer nervously scanned the hotel lobby, knowing that she must meet the instructions she had been given. Exactly. To the letter. No excuses. "Please let it be somebody nice. Oh please, oh please, oh please. Please don't let it be too embarrassing. Please let it be over quickly", she prayed, so she could begin to forget the whole embarrassing episode and start settling in as the newest member of the most prestigious sorority on campus. Its prestige drew from the fact that it was so exclusive, based on two reasons. Applicants must come from wealthy families and they must survive some legendary tests of courage. Many would-be members resigned in tears as soon as they received their instructions, which were always designed to push the applicant far beyond what she considered to be her personal limits of behavior. Each applicant was advised to never divulge any details of her instructions, throughout her lifetime, or she would be ostracized forever by her peers.Even with this knowle

Oh okay. Sliding two fingers down, I pulled my labia apart, tilting my knees up so that he could get a clear look into my snatch, the gleaming wetness steaming hotly. As he watched, a bead of nectar ran down my slit to drop wetly onto the duvet. With a growl, he was between my knees, licking my femininity, tasting the essence of my core. I literally screamed with pleasure, having never felt a man there before, much less a man’s tongue on my most private place. He lapped a few times before patting my pussy, pushing a thumb deep inside before drawing back in surprise. He’d tested my body and immediately realized my secret. “Fuck, you’re a virgin,” he breathed, looking at me with new eyes. “I didn’t know those existed in San Francisco anymore.” Yes, I was still untouched at twenty-five, and embarrassed to be, heat flooding my cheeks as I tried to pull my knees closed. But the man wouldn’t let me. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just that most of the girls