Wife Gets Forced!

The rest of that first day continued almost normally. Mr. Taylor came back in with the key, and grabbed a few items, bringing them up to the counter to pay. Melanie swore he was looking at her more intensely than before, but she shrugged it off as her imagination. In the end, he left with little fuss, a magazine, some liquor, and a job application, all tucked neat in a reusable bag, promising to be back around soon as was convenient. Other customers who came in were perfectly average for the area. A few others picked up applications, as well. Some she knew, most she didn't. She'd been out of town awhile. The entire time, those intrusive fantasies kept grabbing her attention and playing in her head. She swore she counted change wrong at least a few times, to the point that she found herself relieved when the last customer ended up paying by card. As soon as the door was shut and locked for the night, she breathed a sigh of relief, drawing the curtains over the large windows, a

All characters represented in this story are over 18. These are real events but the names of the people have been changed for anonymity. The story is based in the UK so the age of drinking alcohol is 18. The story is all from Hannah's POV. This is my first story and it is a slow burner so if you are looking for something quick this is not for you. Please leave feedback and constructive criticism. Chapter 1 "Hannah, are you paying attention? Did you hear a single thing I just said!?" Diana's voice went right through me and brought me back into the room, that loud, screechy, nails on a chalkboard voice. "Yes, I heard you. Sorry, I was just.. thinking about.. the final showcase" Quick thinking from me, and a quick eye roll from Diana. Honestly, why is it that as soon as you decide to pursue your passion people who never made it decide to take away your love for it? I love art, well-loved art until I choose to take it up for college. These professors must get

Tags: [Freeuse][Maid][Master][Breastplay][Handjob][Blowjob][Ballplay][Cowgirl] Summary: Master Richmond has a crush on the family housemaid, Alice. Alice reveals her freeuse work life to the young master and offers to relieve him. Maid is very nonchalant about the whole thing. While she isn't emotionless, she keeps an air of 'professional straightness' to her personality. She knows it is simply her duty to serve the household, whether it's in cleaning or getting fucked. ================================================================ Alice hummed a tune as she made her way through the study room. Before she stood several large bookshelves, a small library littered the wall, ranging from old novels to various law books. The books were disorganised as if pulled out and placed at random. Her finger sweep along with one of the shelves before pulling up to her face. Alice inspected her finger, trying to judge if the build-up of dust was enough to warrant cleaning. However,

I met Mary many years ago while working during the summer. I always thought she was attractive but she was a little younger so I never really thought she had any interest in a guy like me. I was twenty five at that time so that placed her around nineteen. We met through her brother. I had worked for their family for a number of years and he was one of my best friends. He was a few years younger than me and she was the same amount younger than him. We played sports together over the previous summers and this year Mary and a few of her friends tagged along. We spent a lot of time together that summer. I kind of got the impression she was interested when I could get her to laugh at almost anything I said. That SMILE! She had a smile that could light up a room. One night at the movies I decided to be brave and put my arm around her. I was nervous as can be but she snuggled over and put her head on my shoulder. From then on every time we parted, she would give me a nice big hug. Our first

Sandy was sitting with her dorm mates at a long table over another mediocre lunch in the dining hall. She was a twenty year old college junior. Their all-girl dorm -- it was the 1960s -- ate their meals together in one large room. Bored by the never-ending tales of boyfriends, Sandy wondered whether the food would have been better if her family could have afforded that private college. At least the dorm weight she put on here at the state university had transformed her skinny girlish figure into the more voluptuous womanly figure the guys were noticing. Her meandering thoughts were interrupted by a minor commotion at the far end of the room. Someone called out her name. She stood and walked over to see what was going on. All the girls' eyes followed her, keen for some interesting gossip. Standing with his back to her as she approached the door was a tall, dark, young man. His hair was long, just reaching the shoulders of his jean jacket. He wore hiking boots and a weathered bac