Chastity Chores Novels & Stories

Chad raised an eyebrow and replied sarcastically, "That's a problem for other men. I've never touched her. I only got her to do those hymenoplasties so I could use her to please those dirty old men who enjoy virgins. "As for her having AIDS, who knows which old man she got it from? I've been keeping myself chaste. I've never touched her!" Everyone laughed as they admired Chad for his impressive control over women. Sadie's expression froze as her bill for the procedure fell to the ground. She could no longer hear anything else. That explained why Chad would always give her a glass of milk before sleeping with her. She would fall asleep after finishing the milk. The next day, she would wake up

“These items are pieces of me and Alexander’s story. The story of how we met and how we fell in love.” Her father rolled his eyes so far back in his head as he looked up and turned it was a wonder he didn’t make himself dizzy. As he was leaving the living room without saying a word, Chastity said, “Oh, for Pete’s sake,” She was disgusted. “As big as that box was I thought it was something substantial.” “It is substantial,” Caitlin rebuffed. “We still have the other box,” Chelsea said with hope. “Forget it. It might be a stole cut in half or some such nonsense. I’m going back to the library. Come get me if something important happens,” Chastity said as she left the living room.

Q wouldn’t intentionally steer him wrong. Chastity was in her room at the estate. She had just changed into a long, blue night shirt. It was after eleven. She wasn’t like most girls her age. Most girls her age would be hitting the town on Friday night. Unless Chelsea invited her out on a night on the town, she stayed home on Friday and Saturday nights. It just wasn’t her thing. She slipped under the covers. The high count sheets felt so good and soft. She leaned back on the pillows. She was about to pick up her tablet to finish reading a book when Chelsea’s cell rang.

"Then it's a good thing I'm ready to finish purifying your sinful holes isn't it lut?" Chastity reached behind her as she rested her upper body on the table and spread her legs as far as they could. Then she grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart giving me a perfect view of her pink virgin star. "Oh YES MASTER! Please shove your Holy Staff up my last sinful hole and purify it with you righteous essence so I'm fit to carry your child."

I moaned. "Mmm, just so long as I can still go to the gloryhole while you're at school," she purred. "You can do whatever you want to me." My mom was such a slut, and I loved it. * * * Max Green can wait for Chastity to be ready to have sex. When he takes her out on their chaste dates, he doesn't care about the blue balls he'll be getting because he's banging his mom whenever he wants. Mommy will be more than ready to satiate the lusts his girlfriend creates.

"We made it longer than you two did, and Nathan has told me that he loves my lingerie collection." Nathan leaned in close to her ears. "Ah, but they're much more beautiful when they're on your body." His whisper was soft, but our hearing was sharp, and we were close right here with them. Chloe shook her head, slightly disgusted, and said, "Okay, you two, not at the breakfast table, please." They both smiled at Chloe before returning their attention to the drool-worthy breakfast meal but still serving each other and finding ways to flirt. I shook my head and can’t complain for Nix and I have done those things absentmindedly during our meal.

Giving little care to their daughter, who was home alone. Trix took a long cold shower, made some coffee, gathered some comfort food and her laptop. .....2 hours later...... Trix payed in her bed staring blankly at her laptop. Her coffee was done, her food had disappeared and she hadn't wrote a single word. She hadn't even tried. She yarned tiredly and rubbed her eyes. She blinked and widened her eyes in hopes of shaking the sleep away but it didn't work. She then caught a glimpse of her jacket. A small plastic bag poking out it's hand and waving at her.

But this—this kinda counts, right? Still, here I am—18, 5’11”, 250 lbs of awkward tomboy, trying to disappear into a banquet chair while all the popular girls twirl around the floor in their strappy heels and glitter gloss. “Could this be any more boring?” Chastity whines beside me, fanning herself with a crumpled program. She’s not even in choir, but she came as my guest because, as she says, someone has to keep me from becoming an actual recluse.

For nearly 30 years, Mom's control over my life had been all-encompassing. Even though I was married now, this place remained firmly under her control, from the fake flowers next to the TV to the lace doily draped over the fridge and the cheap laundry detergents next to the washing machine. Looking at all the traces Mom had left behind, I let out a long sigh. Louis waved his phone in front of me. "Honey, would you like to move into a new place?" he asked.

“Yeah he said. I need a favor. I need the name of Cherry. I do not know her last name. Can you find her information, phone number, address, etc? "Can you give that? Yeah, sure, bud.” Give me a couple of seconds, hold on". He had me on hold. “Yo! I got your girl's information! But bro, she's the chief daughter here. You sure you want to fuck with her? I am getting upset. “Yes, I do have her information. I said with a growl. "Oh, okay, take it easy, bro! he said. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Cherry Stephens, 18, just turned, she has a twin, her sister, Sherry, pregnant by Derrick Jefferson Wade's cousin. Cherry she lives on 415 Front Street, 5 minutes away from the school. Her phone is…