WIFE, SIL, MIL Pt. 15

I sat next to Billy on the foot of his bed. He was like a big blob of pale flesh. His head hung. The stranger who'd just come in and fucked us both, on our hands and knees on this same bed, had dressed and left. Billy and I remained naked. I put my around his wide, curved back and gave him a reassuring sideways hug. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Oh...," all that Billy could initially get out, as if a sigh. "He liked you better'n me," he finally explained. "No he didn't," I said. "He fucked you a lot longer," Billy reminded me, as if I needed reminding, his head rising. "I don't think so." "Yes he did. Plus he came in you." This I couldn't deny, the stranger's load now tightly sealed deep inside me. "So?" "And he said I love your skinny ass. He doesn't like fatties." "That's not true. He fucked us both didn't he?" "He did but he fucked you f

Chapter 44: "This is it, we get one shot at this," said Rain. "We make it out completely undetected and we'll be free, at least for a time." Lyra swallowed, suddenly feeling the gravity of the situation. "Just be careful not to break my invisibility okay." She activated her Skill and the group dematerialised. They slipped out of the small cave the spiral stair had emerged into and into a side passage. They passed through winding passage after winding passage until Opal suddenly elbowed Rain and pressed her finger to her lips. "Just past here is the entrance to the dungeon. Scary place for monsters, there are always loads of levelers around, lots of weak levelers especially, they like to attack in mobs, very dangerous," said Opal. "I'd be willing to bet that Inquisitor set a guard for me," said Rain "And the people after my bounty too, but it's not just a guard." "What do you mean?" "You'll see.

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This is my very first story after reading thousands of you wonderful authors. Please, offer me all the constructive criticism so that I may become better. Thank you for taking the time to give this a shot. So I met you in a hotel lobby. You dressed in a beautiful evening gown; I in a full tux. As I lead you to the elevator, I slowly close your eyes with the palms on my hands. You attempt to grab my arms, but I shut you down by whispering the word "Obedience" in your ear. You shiver, returning your arms to your side and allowing your body to give over complete control to me. When the door opens, I say in a low but powerful tone, "walk". You move forward, exiting the doorway. I stop you once we are past and again, in that directive tone you hear, "Left". You proceed to turning left, not knowing how far you must walk. Only my arms and my voice control you now. After a distance, you hear that voice that you are now craving, "Stop. Wait. Eyes shut".

It's A Freaky World Out There 01 By : DickThePimp The Start Of Filming Of... Bigfoot : Myth Or Molester? Big Bear Lake, California... Around 9 pm... "What was that?" "What was what?" "That rumbling sound." "I didn't hear anything." "It sounded like..... like..." "Like what, dude?" "Like, Bigfoot." "What are you, fucking high? Bigfoot? Hahahaha." Dude walks back to the party with a tray of jello shots, laughing. "I know I heard it. And I'm not high... well... not really." Spence (The King Of Queens) shakes his lowered head, knowing he heard a Bigfoot roar outside. He walks outside and looks around. Snow everywhere. "Hey..." Thanks to the bright lights around the house, he notices two giant footprints in the snow. A two legged creature, too big to be human, had walked there. "I knew it!" Spence investigates the footprints, taking a pic to show everyone inside. He he

Mollie always loved those few seconds between when she knocked on the front door and the man who lived within answered. There was that tingling apprehension she felt deep in her stomach - the sense she always had that what she was doing was incredibly naughty - coupled with the raw excitement of knowing exactly how much fun she was going to have over the course of the next few hours. It was in those few seconds that the tension that had been building over the prior weeks finally reached its peak, and she found she always a deep urge to turn and run away, but always too late - by the time she'd talked herself out of it, the door was wide open and she was being invited in. She'd had plenty of meets like this before. They were easy to arrange really - a quick post in the right forum using the right kind of language and suddenly her inbox was flooded with messages from all sorts of men wanting all sorts of things. The hardest part was finding the right one, and some early disappo