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Chapter Three: A Blue In The Brothel Angel knew Frank all too well. He was her first pimp, and had stolen her virginity when she was only seven. At the time, he was her legal gaurdian, so it made it easy for him to torture her and pimp her out to his friends. That’s how she met Rich. He happened to be one of Frank’s friends, and when he offered to fork over money for her, Frank jumped on the offer and suddenly Angel belonged to Rich at the illegal age of eleven. Sure Angel had tried to escape many times...

This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. Unlike the previous chapter, this one is relatively mild sexually and primarily involves female-female love-making and a male-female-male sexual sandwich. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is...

It all started with a company Christmas party, every year everyone would all get together at a bar not far from our offices and get hammered. I was 19 at the time but was able to get in with the crowd of coworkers I went with. I had only been with the company just over 6 months and this was my first time really spending time with any of my coworkers outside the office. I worked graveyard with a 3 other people, but I was the only female on shift. The guys were all great, but mostly in their mid 40s...

Title: “My Sweet Sue in '82” During 1982 I lived with a younger woman named Karen and was fucking her as well as occasional trysts with her best friend Carla. She was several years older than Karen and both women knew what was going on but didn’t see a problem with it. I also knew that Karen would occasionally disappear for a day or two using the excuse of going to Lake Tahoe skiing when she was actually someplace else. I knew when there was snow up there and when there wasn’t. She was still screwing an ex-boyfriend of hers somewhere...

My niece plays softball in a little league that is sponsored by the city we live in. Her coach, Kristen (not her real name), is really the only fun thing about the games. Kristen is on the thick side. She has sort of a chunky face that she packs make-up onto, and pouty lips that are the same dark-red color as her long, curly hair. She’s not what I would call a classic beauty but she is definitely “doable.” And if I had to guess, I’d say that she was probably in her early to mid-30’s. Kristen also gives off the...