Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"And then," Vivian continued happily, "I made Lana take his prick out of her mouth so Richie would shoot off all over her face!"
"Boy, Mom," Donald laughed. "That sounds really fucking hot!"
"I couldn’t help myself," Vivian giggled. "Besides, it wasn’t like it was the first time they fucked. I know Lana likes being dominated every now and then, just like me. "
Donald shook his head, amazed and amused by his mother's behavior. He sat with his back to the headboard, naked, the sheets turned down. Vivian sat beside him, tugging on his throbbing cock. She'd come to his room to give him another bedtime treat.
"Your cock's pretty stiff now, Donald," she observed. "Ready for your good-night sucking?"
Donald grinned and folded his hands behind his head. "Suck away!"
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 10
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER TEN
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Vivian said the next day as she sat beside Lana on the couch. “How have you been coping without sex since your husband died?”
Lana blushed as she looked at her friend, thinking instantly of the ass reaming she had received the night before from her own son. Not to mention the fucking she’d had from Donald a few nights previously. She couldn’t admit that, no matter how much she loved doing it.
“Oh, I - - you know - - see to myself,” Lana said, crossing her legs. They had both dressed for summer in cut-off shorts and T-shirts although Vivian didn’t seem to be wearing a bra beneath hers.
“Come on, Lana. I remember how horny you always were. You may have convinced your other friends you were pure and innocent but I know you couldn’t go without cock for more than a day or two and I doubt that’s changed.” Vivian put her hand on her friend’s thigh and squeezed gently. “Fingers and dildos are all well and good, but nothing beats a big, hard cock, am I right?”
CHAPTER TEN
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Vivian said the next day as she sat beside Lana on the couch. “How have you been coping without sex since your husband died?”
Lana blushed as she looked at her friend, thinking instantly of the ass reaming she had received the night before from her own son. Not to mention the fucking she’d had from Donald a few nights previously. She couldn’t admit that, no matter how much she loved doing it.
“Oh, I - - you know - - see to myself,” Lana said, crossing her legs. They had both dressed for summer in cut-off shorts and T-shirts although Vivian didn’t seem to be wearing a bra beneath hers.
“Come on, Lana. I remember how horny you always were. You may have convinced your other friends you were pure and innocent but I know you couldn’t go without cock for more than a day or two and I doubt that’s changed.” Vivian put her hand on her friend’s thigh and squeezed gently. “Fingers and dildos are all well and good, but nothing beats a big, hard cock, am I right?”
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 8
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vivian sat on the living room couch, ignoring a dull soap opera on television. It was a hot afternoon, and she wore only a pair of skimpy cut-offs and a T-shirt that clung to her big, braless tits. She wiggled her ass on the couch and spread her thighs, unable to resist rubbing her hairless pussy through her denim shorts.
God, even the stupid soap operas made her horny. Vivian had never dreamed that she could become so obsessed with sex, so entranced with the mere thought of a stiff, throbbing cock. And it had all come about because of fucking her son. She supposed there existed in all people an invisible wall of inhibition that prevented them from succumbing to the most depraved urgings of lust. Once that wall had been breached by a really sinful, forbidden act, anything was possible.
Vivian had fucked her own son, and there were few other acts that could be considered so unspeakably obscene. Anything was possible now. The inhibiting wall was rubble. Nothing could stop her from craving Donald's huge, throbbing hard-on every moment of the day. And she did. It was incredibly frustrating that she couldn't just fuck him as soon as he came home from college, throw him on the floor and rip off his pants and shove his straining cock shaft in her mouth. There were Lana and Richie to worry about, and that somehow made her horny, too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vivian sat on the living room couch, ignoring a dull soap opera on television. It was a hot afternoon, and she wore only a pair of skimpy cut-offs and a T-shirt that clung to her big, braless tits. She wiggled her ass on the couch and spread her thighs, unable to resist rubbing her hairless pussy through her denim shorts.
God, even the stupid soap operas made her horny. Vivian had never dreamed that she could become so obsessed with sex, so entranced with the mere thought of a stiff, throbbing cock. And it had all come about because of fucking her son. She supposed there existed in all people an invisible wall of inhibition that prevented them from succumbing to the most depraved urgings of lust. Once that wall had been breached by a really sinful, forbidden act, anything was possible.
Vivian had fucked her own son, and there were few other acts that could be considered so unspeakably obscene. Anything was possible now. The inhibiting wall was rubble. Nothing could stop her from craving Donald's huge, throbbing hard-on every moment of the day. And she did. It was incredibly frustrating that she couldn't just fuck him as soon as he came home from college, throw him on the floor and rip off his pants and shove his straining cock shaft in her mouth. There were Lana and Richie to worry about, and that somehow made her horny, too.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 7
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shit, Donald thought miserably. Mom's friend Lana Dobson was a nice lady, and boy was she stacked, and her son Richie was okay too, but why did they have to be living with them now? Now that Donald had finally started fucking his mom's sweet cunt! It was well past midnight. Donald lay awake in his dark bedroom, his huge, throbbing hard-on pulsing painfully under the sheets. He stroked his mammoth prick slowly, thinking of his mother's pussy.
Finally he realized he had to do something about it. Naked, his hard-on quivering before him, Donald crawled out of bed and crept into the hall. He'd just tiptoe down the stairs and creep into his mother's room. Vivian might give him a lot of shit about taking the chance, but Donald knew his mom would feel a lot better as soon as his cock started fucking into her juicy little cunt.
Donald's big prick continued to stand long and stiff as he walked down the stairs. He thought of the tightness of his mother's pussy, and little droplets of pre-cum immediately leaked from his cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shit, Donald thought miserably. Mom's friend Lana Dobson was a nice lady, and boy was she stacked, and her son Richie was okay too, but why did they have to be living with them now? Now that Donald had finally started fucking his mom's sweet cunt! It was well past midnight. Donald lay awake in his dark bedroom, his huge, throbbing hard-on pulsing painfully under the sheets. He stroked his mammoth prick slowly, thinking of his mother's pussy.
Finally he realized he had to do something about it. Naked, his hard-on quivering before him, Donald crawled out of bed and crept into the hall. He'd just tiptoe down the stairs and creep into his mother's room. Vivian might give him a lot of shit about taking the chance, but Donald knew his mom would feel a lot better as soon as his cock started fucking into her juicy little cunt.
Donald's big prick continued to stand long and stiff as he walked down the stairs. He thought of the tightness of his mother's pussy, and little droplets of pre-cum immediately leaked from his cock.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 6
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER SIX
"Fuck my pussy, Donald! Unnghhh! Oh, Christ, what a big, fat fucker! Ahhhh, Jesus! Make me cum on you, Donald! Ram that big cock right up my cunt!"
Vivian was on her knees on the living room sofa, naked, leaning over the backrest. Her son stood behind her, naked too. He was clutching her hips as he furiously fucked his prick into her pussy from behind, watching the wet, hairless lips of her cunt grip and suck around his prick.
"Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy!" Vivian chanted. She twisted and humped her rounded ass to meet his thrusts, gasping as she ground her juice-seeping cunt onto the base of his hard-on. "Ahhh, goddamn, pound it up me! Harder, Donald! Oh, yes, fuck me as hard as you can!"
Donald's mouth was open, and his body glistened with sweat. He panted loudly as he fucked his big cock relentlessly into his mother's pussy. Vivian held onto the back of the couch, grimacing and biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming with lust.
CHAPTER SIX
"Fuck my pussy, Donald! Unnghhh! Oh, Christ, what a big, fat fucker! Ahhhh, Jesus! Make me cum on you, Donald! Ram that big cock right up my cunt!"
Vivian was on her knees on the living room sofa, naked, leaning over the backrest. Her son stood behind her, naked too. He was clutching her hips as he furiously fucked his prick into her pussy from behind, watching the wet, hairless lips of her cunt grip and suck around his prick.
"Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy!" Vivian chanted. She twisted and humped her rounded ass to meet his thrusts, gasping as she ground her juice-seeping cunt onto the base of his hard-on. "Ahhh, goddamn, pound it up me! Harder, Donald! Oh, yes, fuck me as hard as you can!"
Donald's mouth was open, and his body glistened with sweat. He panted loudly as he fucked his big cock relentlessly into his mother's pussy. Vivian held onto the back of the couch, grimacing and biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming with lust.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 5
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER FIVE
When Lana awakened the next morning, her first thought was that she was still married. It was instinctive; as she rolled over and yawned, she realized there was another body with her in bed. Then she opened her eyes and saw Richie, and the memories of the past night returned to her. Lana winced, feeling the puffy, sore lips of her pussy and the tenderness of her huge tits, which Richie had sucked as eagerly as a nursing child.
Lana sighed and lay back, her enormous tits rolling on her chest. She stared at the ceiling and considered the ramifications of her actions. There was no turning back now, she realized. Even if she'd wanted him to, her young son couldn't just forget that he'd fucked his own mother's cunt. And she didn't want him to. A lascivious smile spread across Lana's face as she remembered how her boy had pounded her pussy the night before.
And not even her ex-husband had fucked her as beautifully as her son. Lana pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing the nakedness of her sleeping child. His lean, muscular body looked so beautiful in the morning light sifting through the motel room blinds. And his prick. Oh, God, Richie had another beautiful hard-on. His cock was throbbing as he slept. Perhaps he was dreaming about sucking his mother's tits and fucking her cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Lana awakened the next morning, her first thought was that she was still married. It was instinctive; as she rolled over and yawned, she realized there was another body with her in bed. Then she opened her eyes and saw Richie, and the memories of the past night returned to her. Lana winced, feeling the puffy, sore lips of her pussy and the tenderness of her huge tits, which Richie had sucked as eagerly as a nursing child.
Lana sighed and lay back, her enormous tits rolling on her chest. She stared at the ceiling and considered the ramifications of her actions. There was no turning back now, she realized. Even if she'd wanted him to, her young son couldn't just forget that he'd fucked his own mother's cunt. And she didn't want him to. A lascivious smile spread across Lana's face as she remembered how her boy had pounded her pussy the night before.
And not even her ex-husband had fucked her as beautifully as her son. Lana pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing the nakedness of her sleeping child. His lean, muscular body looked so beautiful in the morning light sifting through the motel room blinds. And his prick. Oh, God, Richie had another beautiful hard-on. His cock was throbbing as he slept. Perhaps he was dreaming about sucking his mother's tits and fucking her cunt.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 3
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER THREE
"You mean you have to go back there again?" Vivian asked, her voice hushed with concern. "To the old house? Isn't that going to be sort of a strain on you?"
Lana sighed and patted her son Richie's arm. "I know what you mean," she murmured. "But Richie and I will just have to make it as quick as possible. We'll go in, get our things, and leave. I suppose the logical thing would be to spend the night there, but I really think we'll just shack up in a motel, instead."
The three of them, Vivian, her friend and recent roommate Lana, and Lana's teenager Richie, were sitting around the breakfast table over coffee. Coming down the stairs a few minutes earlier, Vivian had feared that her shame for fucking her son the night before would be obvious on her face. Particularly to Lana, who had known her since childhood. But it seemed that Lana and Richie were wrapped up with thoughts of their own. There were still some things at Lana's old house that she had to pick up, and it would be the first time Lana had been there since her husband's tragic death.
CHAPTER THREE
"You mean you have to go back there again?" Vivian asked, her voice hushed with concern. "To the old house? Isn't that going to be sort of a strain on you?"
Lana sighed and patted her son Richie's arm. "I know what you mean," she murmured. "But Richie and I will just have to make it as quick as possible. We'll go in, get our things, and leave. I suppose the logical thing would be to spend the night there, but I really think we'll just shack up in a motel, instead."
The three of them, Vivian, her friend and recent roommate Lana, and Lana's teenager Richie, were sitting around the breakfast table over coffee. Coming down the stairs a few minutes earlier, Vivian had feared that her shame for fucking her son the night before would be obvious on her face. Particularly to Lana, who had known her since childhood. But it seemed that Lana and Richie were wrapped up with thoughts of their own. There were still some things at Lana's old house that she had to pick up, and it would be the first time Lana had been there since her husband's tragic death.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 2
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER TWO
Only a half hour later, Vivian knew that she would have trouble falling asleep that night. She was still much too horny. She sprawled naked on her bed, on her stomach, with a pillow stuffed between her thighs under her cunt. Vivian was dry-fucking slowly as she recalled how her incestuous affair with her son had begun in the first place.
When had it all started? A year ago, right after the divorce. Living alone with her handsome, growing teenager for the first time, Vivian had first felt the sexual tension between them. One morning, when she was rushing stark naked between the bathroom and her bedroom, Donald had nearly run into her in the hall. Vivian had daintily tried to cover herself with her hands, but not before affording her boy a tempting view of her tits and pussy. When Donald had excused himself, it had been impossible not to notice the big cock bulge in his pants.
There had been other warning signs after that, occurring more frequently. Vivian noticed how intently her son studied her body if she wore a low-cut blouse or skimpy shorts. In turn, she was dressed scantily to attract his attention. Then the touching started. That had been only a few months ago, Vivian reflected. Donald had come home with a particularly good report card, and Vivian had given him a congratulatory hug. While embracing him, she'd felt her son's hand sliding down her waist to cup the cheeks of her ass.
CHAPTER TWO
Only a half hour later, Vivian knew that she would have trouble falling asleep that night. She was still much too horny. She sprawled naked on her bed, on her stomach, with a pillow stuffed between her thighs under her cunt. Vivian was dry-fucking slowly as she recalled how her incestuous affair with her son had begun in the first place.
When had it all started? A year ago, right after the divorce. Living alone with her handsome, growing teenager for the first time, Vivian had first felt the sexual tension between them. One morning, when she was rushing stark naked between the bathroom and her bedroom, Donald had nearly run into her in the hall. Vivian had daintily tried to cover herself with her hands, but not before affording her boy a tempting view of her tits and pussy. When Donald had excused himself, it had been impossible not to notice the big cock bulge in his pants.
There had been other warning signs after that, occurring more frequently. Vivian noticed how intently her son studied her body if she wore a low-cut blouse or skimpy shorts. In turn, she was dressed scantily to attract his attention. Then the touching started. That had been only a few months ago, Vivian reflected. Donald had come home with a particularly good report card, and Vivian had given him a congratulatory hug. While embracing him, she'd felt her son's hand sliding down her waist to cup the cheeks of her ass.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Horny House Share Chapter 1
Horny House Share by eros
CHAPTER ONE
"No, Donald!" Vivian cried, pushing her son roughly away. "For God's sake, stop that! You can't just fuck your own mother!"
Blonde, stacked, thirty-five-year-old Vivian Cole was sprawled on the living room couch, her big tits nearly bursting out of her lacy black bra, and her luscious thighs naked to her panties. Her horny eighteen-year-old son, Donald, was sprawled on top of her, shamelessly squeezing her tits with one hand while trying to finger-fuck her wet pussy with the other.
"Donald, no!" Vivian batted her son's hand away as he nearly succeeded in working a finger inside her filmy panties. She cast worried eyes at the light shining from the upstairs hall. "You're going to wake them up, Donald! Oh, for God's sake, what if they catch us?"
Donald was too hungry for pussy to heed his mom's warning. All he had on were his pajama bottoms, and his hard cock throbbed violently. He pushed his mother's hands back long enough to pop open the front clasp of her bra. Vivian's large, creamy-white, stiff-nippled tits jiggled out. Donald moaned as he lunged at her tits, wrapping his lips around one stiff nipple.
CHAPTER ONE
"No, Donald!" Vivian cried, pushing her son roughly away. "For God's sake, stop that! You can't just fuck your own mother!"
Blonde, stacked, thirty-five-year-old Vivian Cole was sprawled on the living room couch, her big tits nearly bursting out of her lacy black bra, and her luscious thighs naked to her panties. Her horny eighteen-year-old son, Donald, was sprawled on top of her, shamelessly squeezing her tits with one hand while trying to finger-fuck her wet pussy with the other.
"Donald, no!" Vivian batted her son's hand away as he nearly succeeded in working a finger inside her filmy panties. She cast worried eyes at the light shining from the upstairs hall. "You're going to wake them up, Donald! Oh, for God's sake, what if they catch us?"
Donald was too hungry for pussy to heed his mom's warning. All he had on were his pajama bottoms, and his hard cock throbbed violently. He pushed his mother's hands back long enough to pop open the front clasp of her bra. Vivian's large, creamy-white, stiff-nippled tits jiggled out. Donald moaned as he lunged at her tits, wrapping his lips around one stiff nipple.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Queen Charming Chapter 2
Queen Charming by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER TWO
Queen Brianna was certain that there was a conspiracy afoot now. Not only had her husband, the King been murdered, but now she was sure that there was a cover-up to conceal who killed him and why. And Brianna was determined that she would get to the bottom of it!
The Queen stormed through the hallways of the castle, straight down to the barracks and into the office of the Captain of the Guard.
"Captain Ramsay, I demand some answers!" Brianna snapped as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Ramsay was a young officer in his early thirties, about the same age as the Queen herself. He was a good looking soldier who'd quickly risen through the ranks to take on command of the King's personal protectors.
CHAPTER TWO
Queen Brianna was certain that there was a conspiracy afoot now. Not only had her husband, the King been murdered, but now she was sure that there was a cover-up to conceal who killed him and why. And Brianna was determined that she would get to the bottom of it!
The Queen stormed through the hallways of the castle, straight down to the barracks and into the office of the Captain of the Guard.
"Captain Ramsay, I demand some answers!" Brianna snapped as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Ramsay was a young officer in his early thirties, about the same age as the Queen herself. He was a good looking soldier who'd quickly risen through the ranks to take on command of the King's personal protectors.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Queen Charming Chapter 1
Queen Charming by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
King Thomas gave a drunken roar of laughter and beer spurted from his mouth as one of his many courtiers told a particularly ribald joke. Old King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom for over twenty five years, since his surprising ascent to the throne following his father's death at a rather young age.
The feasting and drinking were in full swing in the royal meeting chamber, something of a regular occurrence in the many long years of Thomas's rule. To the King's left sat Queen Brianna, rolling her eyes in disgust at her husband's bawdy behaviour. The Queen was dressed in an emerald green gown that looked absolutely stunning. Her flawless features and long blonde hair, not to mention her enticingly curved figure and generous cleavage had given her the reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. She was in her mid-thirties but still outshone almost every other lady of the court.
In her youth Brianna had been known as the Flower of Rhoyne, the most precious asset of her father, Duke Khalan's, dukedom. She was said to be the mostly beautiful women in the world. Brianna's hand had been gifted to King Thomas in exchange for an alliance between the Kingdom and Khalan's much smaller, independent dukedom. Brianna had only been eighteen at the time, but Thomas, more than a dozen years her senior, had instantly fallen in lust for the dazzling, young beauty.
CHAPTER ONE
King Thomas gave a drunken roar of laughter and beer spurted from his mouth as one of his many courtiers told a particularly ribald joke. Old King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom for over twenty five years, since his surprising ascent to the throne following his father's death at a rather young age.
The feasting and drinking were in full swing in the royal meeting chamber, something of a regular occurrence in the many long years of Thomas's rule. To the King's left sat Queen Brianna, rolling her eyes in disgust at her husband's bawdy behaviour. The Queen was dressed in an emerald green gown that looked absolutely stunning. Her flawless features and long blonde hair, not to mention her enticingly curved figure and generous cleavage had given her the reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. She was in her mid-thirties but still outshone almost every other lady of the court.
In her youth Brianna had been known as the Flower of Rhoyne, the most precious asset of her father, Duke Khalan's, dukedom. She was said to be the mostly beautiful women in the world. Brianna's hand had been gifted to King Thomas in exchange for an alliance between the Kingdom and Khalan's much smaller, independent dukedom. Brianna had only been eighteen at the time, but Thomas, more than a dozen years her senior, had instantly fallen in lust for the dazzling, young beauty.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Beautiful Melody
Beautiful Melody by GeorgeTasker
Hi Harry!
I must say you have one brilliant mind for lyrics. The words you wrote for my new hit single moved me deeply and I had to reach out to you and say thank you! If you weren't on the other side of the world I'd love to show my appreciation. Looking forward to singing more of your wonderful lyrics in the future!
Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for your cock, Bella
Harry Shepherd, read through the note about ten times, unable to believe what he had read. When he'd submitted the lyrics for the song “Beautiful Melody” he hadn't even expected it to get recorded, let alone by a pop superstar like Bella.
Harry was a professional songwriter based in New Zealand, he’s submitted hundreds of songs to various record companies around the world, and up until “Beautiful Melody”, very few had been recorded and published.
Hi Harry!
I must say you have one brilliant mind for lyrics. The words you wrote for my new hit single moved me deeply and I had to reach out to you and say thank you! If you weren't on the other side of the world I'd love to show my appreciation. Looking forward to singing more of your wonderful lyrics in the future!
Lots of licks, kisses and sucks for your cock, Bella
Harry Shepherd, read through the note about ten times, unable to believe what he had read. When he'd submitted the lyrics for the song “Beautiful Melody” he hadn't even expected it to get recorded, let alone by a pop superstar like Bella.
Harry was a professional songwriter based in New Zealand, he’s submitted hundreds of songs to various record companies around the world, and up until “Beautiful Melody”, very few had been recorded and published.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sir Cockweasel The Third Chapter 3
Sir Cockweasel The Third by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE
Kum Foulfang the orc, trudged slowly along the path, kicking the odd lose stone or twig that he spotted on the track. He was still somewhat unsure about his decision as he reluctantly hiked away from the human lands and back towards his home with the orcs. He was also rather nervous about how he'd be received when he got back, he was, after all, a traitor.
Suddenly the orc tensed as he heard a noise from behind him on the trail. The sound of hooves.
The chubby orc dived into a nearby bush, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn't spot his hiding place.
Foulfang peered through the branches of the bush, looking back in the direction the horse was coming from.
CHAPTER THREE
Kum Foulfang the orc, trudged slowly along the path, kicking the odd lose stone or twig that he spotted on the track. He was still somewhat unsure about his decision as he reluctantly hiked away from the human lands and back towards his home with the orcs. He was also rather nervous about how he'd be received when he got back, he was, after all, a traitor.
Suddenly the orc tensed as he heard a noise from behind him on the trail. The sound of hooves.
The chubby orc dived into a nearby bush, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn't spot his hiding place.
Foulfang peered through the branches of the bush, looking back in the direction the horse was coming from.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Sir Cockweasel The Third Chapters 1 and 2
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Security Breach
Security Breach by GeorgeTasker
George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.
George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.
As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.
George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.
George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.
As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Goblin And The Paladin Chapter 3
The Goblin and The Paladin by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE
Foulfang gave a cry of surprise as he landed face first in the two foot deep stream, it was just deep enough to avoid his face hitting the rock at the bottom. Before he had a chance to stop himself the stream washed him headfirst down into the hole. His left shoulder was smashed jarringly into the rocks around the edge of the gap and then he found himself jammed into the hole. His head, shoulders and upper body sticking downwards, overlooking a much deeper river in the darkness below, his legs still in the stream above, jammed in place by his over-sized belly.
Gwendalyn glanced back around the corner to see the two guards struggling with the broken lock that Cockweasel had left behind. She could hear shouts from further back near the back section of the cave that suggested more orcs were on their way. She swore under her breath and hurried back to where Foulfang was jammed into the hole.
"Help me push," she said to Cockweasel, jumping down into the stream behind the orc’s back half.
CHAPTER THREE
Foulfang gave a cry of surprise as he landed face first in the two foot deep stream, it was just deep enough to avoid his face hitting the rock at the bottom. Before he had a chance to stop himself the stream washed him headfirst down into the hole. His left shoulder was smashed jarringly into the rocks around the edge of the gap and then he found himself jammed into the hole. His head, shoulders and upper body sticking downwards, overlooking a much deeper river in the darkness below, his legs still in the stream above, jammed in place by his over-sized belly.
Gwendalyn glanced back around the corner to see the two guards struggling with the broken lock that Cockweasel had left behind. She could hear shouts from further back near the back section of the cave that suggested more orcs were on their way. She swore under her breath and hurried back to where Foulfang was jammed into the hole.
"Help me push," she said to Cockweasel, jumping down into the stream behind the orc’s back half.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The Goblin And The Paladin Chapters 1 and 2
The Goblin and The Paladin by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city.
Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to worship, even rarer to the quarters of a Paladin, on most occasions it was one of the squires who would seek worship with Adeva. Johanna had never been to the Paladin's area of the temple before, although she'd made a number of more recent trips to the squires’ quarters.
The kingdom was currently at war with the monstrous Orcs from the southern wastelands and most of the Paladins were either off fighting or busy training and preparing for the vicious ongoing conflict, so when Johanna had received the summons she was surprised.
CHAPTER ONE
Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city.
Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to worship, even rarer to the quarters of a Paladin, on most occasions it was one of the squires who would seek worship with Adeva. Johanna had never been to the Paladin's area of the temple before, although she'd made a number of more recent trips to the squires’ quarters.
The kingdom was currently at war with the monstrous Orcs from the southern wastelands and most of the Paladins were either off fighting or busy training and preparing for the vicious ongoing conflict, so when Johanna had received the summons she was surprised.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
Dirk Longsabre Chapters 3 and 4
Dirk Longsabre by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER THREE
The pain had only lasted for a fraction of second, the bullet traveling straight through Dirk’s heart, killing him instantly. Dirk remained on his feet however, watching as his body tumbled forward, blood splattering down the alleyway, a look of absolute horror on Gretchen’s face. Dirk turned away from his body to see the homeless man, Jim, running in the opposite direction.
“I’m dead?” Dirk tried to speak but no sound came from his lips. He looked downwards at himself, but there was nothing there. It wasn’t like he had expected, he wasn’t a ghost or anything. He just wasn’t there, merely a presence, a consciousness with no body.
Dirk turned back to where his dead body lay. He saw the blonde woman kneeling at his side, cradling his head in her arms and looking upwards as if she were praying.
“Well this sucks,” Dirk tried to grumble, but without a mouth, without a body he made no sound. “What a way for the great Dirk Longsabre to die, shot in the back by a bum.”
CHAPTER THREE
The pain had only lasted for a fraction of second, the bullet traveling straight through Dirk’s heart, killing him instantly. Dirk remained on his feet however, watching as his body tumbled forward, blood splattering down the alleyway, a look of absolute horror on Gretchen’s face. Dirk turned away from his body to see the homeless man, Jim, running in the opposite direction.
“I’m dead?” Dirk tried to speak but no sound came from his lips. He looked downwards at himself, but there was nothing there. It wasn’t like he had expected, he wasn’t a ghost or anything. He just wasn’t there, merely a presence, a consciousness with no body.
Dirk turned back to where his dead body lay. He saw the blonde woman kneeling at his side, cradling his head in her arms and looking upwards as if she were praying.
“Well this sucks,” Dirk tried to grumble, but without a mouth, without a body he made no sound. “What a way for the great Dirk Longsabre to die, shot in the back by a bum.”
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Dirk Longsabre Chapters 1 and 2
Dirk Longsabre by GeorgeTasker
CHAPTER ONE
Dirk Longsabre’s brow furrowed in frustration and he rubbed two fingers restlessly over the manly dimple on his strong chin. It had been a terribly boring and frustrating five hours work today, he just hadn’t felt like even turning up today. The fact he’d been asked to turn up at 5am hadn’t helped matters either, Dirk much preferred the more gentlemanly hours, usually not seeing the sunlight until well after noon.
“I think you’re ready now Mr Longsabre,” announced a pretty young girl as she lifted her head up from his lap, wiping her chin.
“Thank you Annie,” Dirk replied with a charming smile as the fluff girl gave the head of his fully erect 10-inch cock a last tender kiss. Dirk always liked receiving head from fluffers, who were always so obliging and diligent. Real pornstars tended to think they were above cocksucking and never put their heart into it, unlike girls like Annie.
“You’ve got such a nice cock Mr Longsabre,” Annie added with a slight blush, her mouth watering at the memory of his manhood.
CHAPTER ONE
Dirk Longsabre’s brow furrowed in frustration and he rubbed two fingers restlessly over the manly dimple on his strong chin. It had been a terribly boring and frustrating five hours work today, he just hadn’t felt like even turning up today. The fact he’d been asked to turn up at 5am hadn’t helped matters either, Dirk much preferred the more gentlemanly hours, usually not seeing the sunlight until well after noon.
“I think you’re ready now Mr Longsabre,” announced a pretty young girl as she lifted her head up from his lap, wiping her chin.
“Thank you Annie,” Dirk replied with a charming smile as the fluff girl gave the head of his fully erect 10-inch cock a last tender kiss. Dirk always liked receiving head from fluffers, who were always so obliging and diligent. Real pornstars tended to think they were above cocksucking and never put their heart into it, unlike girls like Annie.
“You’ve got such a nice cock Mr Longsabre,” Annie added with a slight blush, her mouth watering at the memory of his manhood.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Final Kiss Goodbye
Final Kiss Goodbye by GeorgeTasker
"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the rundown apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from working just over a year ago he'd been looking forward to the golden years of his life, at least that's what his older friends had been telling him since they retired. Unfortunately things had not worked out that way for Norm. Less than a week after he'd finally hung up his tools, Marge, his wife of forty years was killed in a car accident. Run over by a drunk whilst crossing the street.
This was not the source of Norm's unhappiness however. His marriage to Marge had not been a happy one. Marge was a real bitch who was constantly looking down her nose at Norm, always whining and nagging for him to do something better with his life. And as for their sex life it was non-existent, in the forty years of their marriage, Norm could only think of six times that he'd fucked Marge and half of those were whilst she was dead drunk. It was always standard missionary style sex, and over very quickly, at least that was the way Norm dimly remembered it, for the final fifteen years of their marriage he'd been impotent, not that it would have made a whole lot of difference of course.
"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the rundown apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from working just over a year ago he'd been looking forward to the golden years of his life, at least that's what his older friends had been telling him since they retired. Unfortunately things had not worked out that way for Norm. Less than a week after he'd finally hung up his tools, Marge, his wife of forty years was killed in a car accident. Run over by a drunk whilst crossing the street.
This was not the source of Norm's unhappiness however. His marriage to Marge had not been a happy one. Marge was a real bitch who was constantly looking down her nose at Norm, always whining and nagging for him to do something better with his life. And as for their sex life it was non-existent, in the forty years of their marriage, Norm could only think of six times that he'd fucked Marge and half of those were whilst she was dead drunk. It was always standard missionary style sex, and over very quickly, at least that was the way Norm dimly remembered it, for the final fifteen years of their marriage he'd been impotent, not that it would have made a whole lot of difference of course.
Monday, May 7, 2012
The Double D's Play D&D
The Double D's Play D&D by GeorgeTasker
“As you all should have learnt in this class, we live in a multicultural society,” droned Mr Bartholomew, the Downtown High social studies teacher, in his usual boring monotone. “For this week’s homework I want you to select one culture and spend some time immersed in the culture. I want a five hundred word essay on your findings by Monday.” There was a groan from the class, they’d been hoping to get away without any homework. A hand shot up at the back of the class. “Yes Danielle?”
“Can we pair up for this sir?” asked the blonde student. Danielle was the drop dead gorgeous captain of the school cheerleading squad. Every boy in the school desired Danielle and her best friend Devon who were nicknamed the Double D’s. Partly for their names and partly for their remarkably perfect D sized racks. The two girls made every male in the school, both teacher and student alike, go weak at the knees and hard in the crotch. Danielle’s face was the perfectly sculptured face of an angel, fine featured with a flawless complexion, a face that a Hollywood Starlet would die for. Devon was equally beautiful, with the face of a she-devil that men would kill for, a living, breathing succubus put on the earth to tempt even the most strong-willed of men. Both girls had bodies that were every man’s ideal fantasy. Slim, toned figures, ultra long legs, tight, nicely rounded buttocks, curving hips to a slender waist and massive tits, who’s impressive size seemed to defy gravity.
“As you all should have learnt in this class, we live in a multicultural society,” droned Mr Bartholomew, the Downtown High social studies teacher, in his usual boring monotone. “For this week’s homework I want you to select one culture and spend some time immersed in the culture. I want a five hundred word essay on your findings by Monday.” There was a groan from the class, they’d been hoping to get away without any homework. A hand shot up at the back of the class. “Yes Danielle?”
“Can we pair up for this sir?” asked the blonde student. Danielle was the drop dead gorgeous captain of the school cheerleading squad. Every boy in the school desired Danielle and her best friend Devon who were nicknamed the Double D’s. Partly for their names and partly for their remarkably perfect D sized racks. The two girls made every male in the school, both teacher and student alike, go weak at the knees and hard in the crotch. Danielle’s face was the perfectly sculptured face of an angel, fine featured with a flawless complexion, a face that a Hollywood Starlet would die for. Devon was equally beautiful, with the face of a she-devil that men would kill for, a living, breathing succubus put on the earth to tempt even the most strong-willed of men. Both girls had bodies that were every man’s ideal fantasy. Slim, toned figures, ultra long legs, tight, nicely rounded buttocks, curving hips to a slender waist and massive tits, who’s impressive size seemed to defy gravity.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
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