A story in the Edward Pembroke Universe
Anya and Irina are two carefree and beautiful young girls who revel in the thrill and easy money of webcamming, despite the disapproval of Anya's family. Unfortunately, their lifestyle draws them into the dangerous orbit of Edward Pembroke, a notorious figure in the dark, offline world of human trafficking and sex slavery. This story continues to explore the universe first introduced in "Edward Pembroke - Slave Trader."
Jane Bishop, a biology teacher at an all girls preparatory school had arranged a field trip to the Museum of Natural Science in Houston. They stop at a Buckee’s to get breakfast. Three escape convicts hijack their bus and force all fifty girls and seven teachers and chaperones to strip. They make them do other things too! But to find out what they were made to do, you’ll have to read the story!
The city is rotten, an overrun cesspool of corporate greed and human rights violations at the hands of those too rich and powerful to be stopped... but their corruption has spawn, the vile and throbbing embodied mass of karma, crawling voraciously like an abandoned freight train of "I don't know what." But really, it's a beautiful story about a desperate mother willing to do anything just to have a life with her son in a world that knows little of happy endings.
Dominick stood under the spray of water, head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand worked furiously over his erect cock. Cassandra had never seen a penis before, let alone one so big and thick and veiny. Her eyes were glued to her father's pulsing shaft, watching in fascination as he stroked himself from base to tip. She knew she should look away, should flee the room and forget what she'd seen. But Cassandra couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd display.
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I asked her to dance, and she wasn't too steady on her feet. Her breath reeked of liquor and she had a faraway look. I was twenty-two years old, in a strange city, and had few friends. Dances were the only places I knew for meeting women. This story is partly based on an actual incident in the author's life.
Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.