The Headmaster, Chapters 1 to 11

I discover the real me – and I like it. by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 02 The alarm repeater went off and I realised that I had to get up and go and have a shower. I slowly got off the bed and to my feet and was pleased to realise that I felt okay, apart from my pussy. I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was...

Saturday morning arrived. Jim and Jeannie decided instead of taking their truck, they would load up their customized van. Why not? They could save on ice, by keeping everything chilled in the fridge. Plus it had a small stove/oven, if they needed to warm up anything. The floor was covered by padded carpeting and a large folding sofa bed in the rear. It just made sense? A picnic, with the added comforts of home. As they loaded up and headed out, Jim gave Ted a call on his cell phone, to let him know that they would pick him up shortly...

I was pissed my fight got canceled. The bitch I was supposed to fight went over on her weight and they canceled it. I mean seriously, how hard is it not to eat a fucking cheeseburger when you are getting ready for a fight. I was only two fights away from going for the featherweight belt, and this bitch is going to delay me at least another month. I stayed to watch some of the other fighters, but not all of them before I left. It’s good to watch the competition as much as you can, but I was too pissed...

The warm slathering of sanguine nectar upon thy porcelain skin shalt rejuvenate the hollow of darkness within which your soul should but does not reside, for if the void of spirit is bereft of all but the bitter chill of nothingness cantankerously defying one's own desires it should be cast aside and filled to the very brim by freshly siphoned blood. Upon thy I shall bequeath servitude not of my own rightful rule but unto they own self's bequest of eternal loyalty to the ivory throne of the White Spire upon which the Lord speaks to you now; thy are of...

Michael decided to take the night off from his escort work, as a night out on the town was just what he needed to recharge his batteries after a really hectic week. Pier 22, was an old warehouse refurbished into a recently opened nightclub which was situated on the banks of the Manchester ship canal. It was close to the town centre but far enough away not to cause any disturbance to any of the neighborhoods close by. Boasting a rooftop restaurant looking out over the Lancashire / Yorkshire moors, a casino with a cocktail lounge and one of the largest...

The first Saturday in the month was Amy's night out with 'the girls'. She was mother of two, in her early 40s, with short dark hair. She had recently lost a little weight, which had made her look and feel more confident and sexy. Her friends were all of a similar age and background, all married with kids ranging from 6 years old to Amy's own sons -20 and 22. On that particular Saturday night her husband, Alan, sat himself in front of the TV with his cans of beer ready to watch the football as Amy got dressed for her...

The wind tossed Kim’s curly red hair about and into her eyes as she stood in the parking lot anxiously awaiting the arrival of the bus. The bus that she had been waiting to come for 15 months. The bus that carried her husband back from across the world to her arms. She could not possibly been more nervous. Her emotions where a train wreck to say the least. She could hold still. Her head had a dull pain right about her eyes she was doing her best not to cry. Worst of all, and to be expected to, her pussy...

So, here I was, standing in my best friend's room, my semi-hard cock still in her hand, a bit of my cum still on her lips and tongue. I felt as if my very life force had turned to jism and been sucked out of my cock all at once. And yet, I wanted more. She had just given me the most amazing blow job of my life, and now I wanted to return the favor. She laid back on the bed, sliding out of her panties which were already soaked with anticipation, giving me the first full view of her...

Chapter 1: Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, “My family never owned any slaves. I’m not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ’s sake.” For Werner Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely opposite. Steven had a deep-seated, compelling desire to pay for the sins of his hypothetical father; he longed to be the nasty pet of a sadistic Ebony Goddess who would subject him to her erotic demands. Given that...

Like most of my other works, this story focuses more on the drama and story than the sex (but there is sex, don't worry). For the best reading experience, I suggest you get high before proceeding. Chapter 1 The young woman plunged her fingers in between the juicy swollen lips of her slit for the umpteenth time, biting down on her pillow to muffle her moans of pleasure. She was lying in bed, the sun approaching the eastern horizon as the minutes ticked by on her alarm clock. The hour was early, earlier than the time her parents woke up, but...