Black Eye Susan Novels & Stories

Everyone laughed at mom’s joke. Susan came out wearing a forest green dress. It was satin with alot of tool. The top was skin tight with a gold belt at her high waist. The bottom was a full tool skirt with a slit to her mid thigh. Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail. “Are we all ready?” Susan walked over to Brent that gave her a kiss and whispered something in her ear to make her blush. “Everyone is waiting on us.” Brent said. “It is a short golfcart ride there, so we should get going.” I dawned on me that I actually have no idea where we are going. I was about to ask but decided to hold and let it be a surprise.

“You can’t deny it. I’ve had your ID checked.” Hazel looked at her warily. “Who are you?” She didn’t pay much attention to celebrities, and Susan was wearing big sunglasses and a mask over her mouth. Her face was almost completely covered. Hazel didn’t recognize her at all. “Me.” Susan removed her sunglasses and quickly put them on. Hazel shook her head. “I don’t know you.” Susan became furious instantly, so she took off the mask as well and said in disbelief, “How could you not know me? I’m very famous these days!”

Black-eyed Susan was one of them, as well as Ivanka’s alias. Black-eyed Susan was also called Rudbeckia hirta. Despite the name, the “black” part only referred to the color at the center of the flower and had nothing to do with its meaning. This type of flower symbolized fairness, justice, the standard of ethics and judgment. It resembled sunflowers. It always faced the sun, which indicated its impartiality and virtue.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

she said from the phone. He heaved a sigh and rubbed his palm on his head. “Where are you?” He asked. “At the parking lots,” she replied. As he walked hastily towards the park, he heard someone whispering his name from behind. He stopped and turned to see Susan walking towards him. She was dressed erotically in black crop top over a sequin skimpy skirt and black boots. As she walked closer to him, he could see her long black hair dangling on her shoulders as she sipped from her small bottle of rum.

Her appearance at the moment overlapped with the image of Susan in his mind. Suddenly, Brian halted in his tracks and firmly turned Ariana to face him. His abrupt action caught her off guard, and she frowned and said, "Mr. Lodge, there are plenty of people watching. What are you trying to do?" "Stop talking," Brian said. He studied her face closely, trying to confirm his suspicions. Susan was an icy beauty who exuded an air that kept people at a distance. Her looks were among the most striking in the entire city of Gleaston. Her eyes were captivating, and there wasn't another woman in the city with a presence quite like hers.

“Who pissed in his cornflakes?” Charles just gives me an “I-wish-I-knew” sort of look and beckons for me to enter the open door. We step through into a well-lit office, complete with a window that looks out onto the courtyard, where I can see a few lingering students milling about. Standing beside it is a tall, blonde-haired woman whose arms are crossed and her eyes are downcast. She’s pretty in a way that’s almost scary, and when she looks up, I can understand why. Her eyes are completely black: no irises, no sclera, and no pupils. They look almost… well, demonic.

The image insisted on remaining, vibrating in his mind like a poisoned temptation. In the back seat, Susan remained handcuffed. Her blonde hair, now dark with rain, stuck to her face, framing green eyes that sparkled with something between defiance and amusement. Beside her, Kira curled up like a wounded bird. Her small body trembled under the soaked clothes, and her teary brown eyes reflected pure fear. The contrast was brutal: Susan was insolent, almost predatory, while Kira exuded fragility. Yet, there was something subtle in the glances exchanged between the two—an invisible thread of complicity Juan couldn't decipher.

Daia chuckled. Susan was standing in front of her porch, her hair in pigtails, wearing a white baby T-shirt and shorts that disappeared up her ass. We drove towards her, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “Clarissa, where did you get a Bentley from?” She shrieked. I had taken the wheel, so I opened the passenger seat for her. “Just borrowing from a friend,” I replied. “Is this friend the Greek God that was in your room when you called??” She turned to the back.

I click to the close-up of her tits and my cock, already hard from Nicole and mom, jumps up and starts clamoring for release. Susan's tits are better than I ever fantasized. They are round and full and large, almost touching each other as they hang proudly from her chest. Her nipples, clearly erect in this picture are as thick as my pinky finger and stick out about a half-inch from her large, dark pink areolas. I'm stroking my cock through my pants with one hand and clicking the mouse with the other. When I get to the close shot of her pussy, I almost cum in my pants. Her pussy is completely bald. Oh fuck! She shaves her pussy! I never imagined my sister would have a shaved pussy. Her puffy