Katherine Whitmore—Kat to the world, but only Kitten in the darkest corners of her mind—had a reputation on campus. Not that she minded. She liked the attention. No, she craved it. She fed off the gasps of the buttoned-up girls when she walked into class five minutes late, smelling like vanilla and sin. The low hum of boys whispering to each other when her hips swayed past their desks. She thrived under their gaze, but th...

The week Will was away for work, Taya found herself drawn deeper into the raw, unfiltered world she had begun to embrace. Jamal’s invitation to his house wasn’t just a casual meetup; it was a transaction, a deal sealed with a promise of pleasure and profit. He was blunt about his intentions—he needed money to fix his bike, and Taya was the means to that end. She agreed without hesitation, negotiating a 10% cut for herself...

"Highway Hotline," said the sexy AI voice. Jessica was masturbating when another call came in. She felt a twinge of excitement, it meant getting paid to suck another cock. She'd been selling blowjobs from her car since she got her Driver's License. The voice collected his payment, location, and number. Shifting into gear, she went to meet him. She knew every truck stop and rest area for miles. Blowjobs were popular, quick...

In 1985 I was 33 and still working as a rather long-in-the-tooth beach lifeguard. I never had much ambition and most lifeguards my age had either moved on to real jobs or were in supervisory positions. I still enjoyed the red trunks, white towers, blue ocean, and looking at all the brown 'Beach Betties', aka hot chicks in bikinis. I had saved a few people in my time and had built up some job security, with my experience a...

Whore smiled as she finished applying her lipstick, smacking her lips together and pouting to check the finished look. She had been thinking of herself as ‘Ella’ less and less recently, and had taken to wearing more make up and sluttier clothes to fully embrace her role as a whore. As the Professor’s wet and extremely willing whore. After a solid week of giving handjobs and fingering the various people put in front of her...

I don’t really think of myself as a whore. I don’t think that I seem like one. So it was a little surprising when someone offered me money to have sex with him. The offer seemed to come out of nowhere. It took me off guard and because it was so sudden, I really didn’t take it seriously. The funny thing about it was that the offer came from someone I used to babysit while I was in high school. I ran into Michael at the lib...

Twinkle twinkle little whore, Flat on your back, begging for more Up above you cocks align, Each one waiting for their time Twinkle twinkle little slut, Spread so wide, desperate to fuck In your mouth or up your ass, Every man is sure to pass Throats are deep, your cunt’s a mess, But still you moan, “Oh yes, oh yes” Twinkle twinkle little whore, You’ll be back again for more

I finished the coffee in my bedroom while doing my make-up and hair. I applied just the faintest eye shadow and a pale pink lip gloss for the picnic. A ponytail seemed appropriate for a casual picnic. I chose a white lace thong and a matching strapless bra. The sundress I'd chosen fits me perfectly, covering everything it should while accentuating my shape nicely. With the elastic pheasant top pulled down over my shoulder...