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Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 5
ANGELINA "I can't do this anymore." Angelina stated, determined to put an end to her indiscretions with Dolly and free herself of the internal agony her guilty conscious had been putting her through, while Dolly cleaned the outside of her boat. It was the middle of the day, the scorching heat was unbearable and Angie could feel the physical and emotional fatigue wearing her body down.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Learning to Ride
I have to watch my girlfriend ride horses. It is dull, I won’t lie to you. I’m not one for standing around, listening to some high and mighty bitch bark orders at my girl telling her to sit up straight, she’s not doing it quite right, etc., etc. It makes her feel inferior—useless, even, and this results in us driving home in silence. We then have a row, the Sunday is ruined, more so by the fact that the day before she would have joined me at the football, which is always way better. It pains her to admit it, but we always have a really great time at the games. I have asked her to drop the riding lessons countless times, but my Suzy is not a quitter and she will not give up until she has mastered whatever new-fangled idea she has jumped on.
By Ava Sheridon8 years ago in Filthy
A Simple Crush Gone Dirty
I was at a bar with some colleagues from work after a long day. I was wearing a rose gold velvet tank top with spaghetti straps and lace trimmings; low cut enough to show off just the right amount of cleavage. I had paired it with some tight grey skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. I wore the outfit for him. His name was Colin Barter. He was my crush from the office. I would occasionally catch him checking me out, and I’m not going to lie, I really liked it when he looked at me the way he did. I figured if I dressed sexy enough, I could maybe catch him looking at me again.
By Laurel Wood8 years ago in Filthy
Panty Droppers
Black Coffee "Hi, my name is Clarissa. What would you like this morning, ma'am?" I look up at the young and pretty barista with an easy smile on my face. "Hi, there. I'd like a coffee, black, please. My morning's a bit tedious, I need to liven it up a bit before I go back to work." Sitting at a table by the window, I continue typing out my report. I have exactly thirty minutes to do this, drink my coffee, before I can drive back to the firm and then have to be in court at noon.
By Sarah Toussaint8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 4
I let the towel fall on the bathroom floor and follow him into the bedroom. My heart is still racing from the orgasm Mr. Alexander just gave me. He kept calling himself daddy in the bathroom so I decided to follow suit. "Where do you want me, daddy?" He turns around, his eyes are ablaze. I've got him interested, if not full out excited. He tugs at his swollen dick and motions me to the bed, "Over there, get on the bed. Let your head hang off." I do as I'm told and lay down on the bed and dangle my head over the edge. As I get into position I can see daddy's upside down figure getting undressed. When he is done he walks up to me and bends down, so that we are face to face. "I cannot fuck you like I want for another week, so I am going to have to put your mouth to work." I nod in agreement, but I have clearly done something wrong. "Excuse me?" He stares me down waiting for me to correct myself but I am unsure of what I did wrong. "What? I said ok, I will give you head until I'm good to fuck." Again, I am wrong, but this time I get punished. He whips me around onto my stomach and spanks me hard. I almost jump out of my skin but I am unable to move, he has a hand pressed into my back. "When you address me you will call me daddy or sir do you understand?" He waits for my response. "Yes, sir!" I shout. He rubs my ass where he had spanked me before returning to his original spot in front of me. I didn't know what to expect when I got here but I know now that I am not into being spanked like that. I will suck it up this time, but I make a mental note to bring it up again when I am fully clothed. He stands there straddling me, his giant cock on my face. I stare at it and can see it jump and twitch every so often. I begin to play with myself and like clockwork it begins twitching and jumping again. He is aroused, he wants me. I can feel it, just like I had with so many of my other Johns. He wants me to make the first move, to grab it and wrap my lips around it but I will not. I will make him wait, I will torture him the way he did me in the bathtub. I keep playing with myself with one hand and stimulating my nipples with the other. His dick starts to ooze pre-cum and I know I've got him. He can't take anymore. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place, he forces his cock into my hungry mouth. I take it willingly, relaxing my throat to let all of him in. I shield my teeth with my lips and begin sucking. His grip tightens on my hair. "Don't stop until I cum," he growls through gritted teeth. I keep my eyes on him and am able to manage a "yes daddy," between sucks. It drives him crazy. His hips start to thrust and I can feel his long, thick, cock push further and further down my throat. He starts pumping faster and I gag. I keep my throat relaxed so I don't throw up. I'm still playing with my nipples as he fucks my mouth when I look up at him. He's watching me closely and intently. His eyes dart back and forth between my hard, brown, nipples and my face. He sees me staring at him, wide-eyed, mouth as wide as I can open it and he likes what he sees. "I'm going to cum, I want you to swallow it." His eyes are closed as he manipulates his dick further down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I gag but I keep going, I'm actually anxious for him to shoot his load into my belly. I reach behind my head and cup his balls, his body tenses and he lets out an audible growl. "I'm going to cum!" My heart races and I tighten my grip. "Here. It. Comes." He is breathing hard now and I can start to taste the familiar thick, salty, taste of cum. It explodes in my mouth and trickles down my throat. It is so much, I start to choke but remember to relax and let it make its way down into my stomach. I keep sucking until he is dried out and finally pulls himself out of my mouth. "Open up your mouth," he demands. I do as I am told opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to expose my teeth and confirming that I have swallowed every last drop. Not that I had a choice, he was so far down my throat there was no way I could have saved anything if I wanted to.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 4
JULIE Crack Crack Crack The ear-shattering sharp sounds of a handgun being fired near her ear made it hard for Julie to focus and gain the upper-hand against her assailant. He'd been the only one who'd gotten close enough to end her life with three gun shot wounds to her chest and all she could do was close her eyes and wait for the last bullet to finish her off. Soon, she'd be dead and this would all end.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 2
JULIE Julie Anderson didn't recognize herself in the mirror anymore. Her mousy brown straight hair was up to her lower back now, and her grey eyes looked haunted and hollow with the dark circles underneath her eyes. Haunted was an understatement now that she wiped away the condensation off the bathroom mirror and winced at her appearance. It was the ultimate consequence of tossing and turning all night long for a week straight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
It's one month after the break up when you've changed your number and deactivated your social media, successful in your attempts of blocking Harry out of your life after his never ending strives to contact you on every platform, smothering you with confessions of love and hopeless apologies.
By Evergreen Grey8 years ago in Filthy
So Did We
The night I never thought would happen finally came, and so did we. We were really into the idea of waiting until our wedding night, and that night was finally here. It was a very stressful day, making sure everything was set up correctly, everyone was there on time, and the flowers. The florist had attempted to send the wrong flowers twice, which made me furious, so when the third attempt arrived, and they were finally correct, I knew I could relax. I sat there as my sister in law did my hair and makeup. It was early, in the A.M. The wedding was at 12, and out flight out was at 7:30 that night. Three hour drive to the airport, 8 hour flight, and then we would finally seal our love.
By Amanda Rochele8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 1
ANGELINA Angelina Garcia usually woke up shaking. Morning or night, from earth-shattering orgasms or Julie's convulsing body during her usual nightmares, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she wouldn't know which option it was until she opened her eyes and saw it for herself. Angelina braced herself as she fluttered her eyes open. When she met with the darkness in the room her and Julie were staying in at Loner's Retreat, she adjusted quickly and turned to see her girlfriend of two years, Julie Anderson, groaning and shaking her head side to side, her hands pushing at some invisible force her dream-self was apparently trying to get away from. Angie found herself hesitating at waking her up, as comforting the sleeping brunette-haired beauty she fell asleep next to every night was starting to take its toll on her. Guilt started to kick in, and made the decision for her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Man of OUR dreams
So there is this guy ... The man of my dreams, or should I say the man of OUR dreams. And no not our meaning you and I, but our meaning me and her and her being my best friend of years, too many to count. She and I did everything together from our first boyfriend to our first sexual experience. Although we were best friends, we were also opposites, I like music, she likes shopping. I like sports, she likes shopping. I like outdoor activities, she likes shopping...I'm sure you get the picture. We rarely ever agreed on anything but somehow our friendship just worked for us ... until the man of our dreams came into the picture.
By QUEEN QUEEN8 years ago in Filthy
