The Collaring of Chloe Ch. 27

"I'm going to be away next week. I need you to do me a favor -- shag Rachel." I blinked. When he called earlier to confirm our Sunday afternoon tennis game, Eli said he would ask a special favor after the match, but it's not every day that your best friend asks for such an unusual favor. "So you want me to service your wife," I responded with a grin, taking it as a somewhat lame joke, as I packed away my racket. Eli shrugged. "The operative word is not 'want.' I'm just being realistic. I'm going to be away the entire week. She'd never last -- has to get it every three or four days at most, if not from me, then from someone else. I prefer it be from someone I like who is bug-free, which I'm pretty sure you are," he added, with a smirk. "You're not serious about this?" I asked, incredulous. Well, maybe not incredulous, since neither Eli nor Rachel were Puritans, but even so this was a stretch. "And you mus

He pushed her against the door of his truck and she felt his erection against her stomach and felt herself falter for just a moment but his hands caught her hips and held her in place. "Get in, take off your clothes, then get on your hands and knees," he said, and somehow she knew there was no room for protest. He stepped away from her enough for her to get inside the truck, her palms slipping on the door handle. She undressed quickly though she hesitated before taking off her bra and panties. Her panties were on her ankles when the door opened and he glanced in at her. She held his eyes despite her heart threatening to leap from her chest and removed her panties. She said nothing and turned away to slide onto her hands and knees. She felt him looming over her and closed her eyes as the door closed behind him. His hand brushed her thighs and she couldn't help how her cunt reacted to the sound of his belt unbuckling. She felt brief humiliation at being fully naked while

"Good morning!" Christina Holly felt a warm body holding her from behind as she lay in her bed. Having gotten drunk on her own after Greg Hogarth left last night she left her front door wide open for any and all to come in and make her do slutty things all night long. Having only three men show up it mostly involved drinking games and hand jobs but she was fine with that. Obviously her body heat lover had fucked her and stayed the night but sadly she was so wasted she really had no clue who camped out with her. A beard was a clue because it was tickling her neck. Eyes open she giggled at the tickles of his facial hair. Rolling over she rubbed her eyes for focus and realized who her bed mate was. It was one of the roofers she had screwed on a rooftop earlier in the week. Smiling at him he winked at her. "I need to get to work but I wanted to thank you for some mighty good pussy." He chuckled. "Mind if I take a five minute shower to wake up?" "No. I&#

He closed the trunk of the car, having extracted his bags and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He extended the handle of his rolling luggage and waved goodbye to his wife with one hand, turning towards the entrance to the terminal. As he stepped across the threshold and the doors slid closed behind him, he could feel the weight of responsibility lifting off of him. The burdens that his wife was constantly placing on him, her perpetual demands; all were melting away as he took his steps into the airport. He found the check-in desk for his airline, showed his boarding pass and got his tag for his carry-on bag. He went to security and was just as frustrated as usual, removing his belt, taking his laptop out of his bag and removing his bag of liquids. He was glad that he was packing lightly for this quick trip. When he was through security, he went to grab a bite to eat before he sat down at the gate. He got a turkey sandwich that shouldn't have cost him $17 but it did and he tr

Five years ago, I had bought a lottery ticket, as I did every week. I won fourteen million dollars after taxes. Lots of lottery winners buy yachts, mansions, or expensive cars. I thought most of them were stupid. You can have a good life and lots of fun without wasting money. I put twelve million in safe investments and the rest in a few bank accounts. As my big indulgence, I started up a trailer park. Only a third of a million had bought me some land and ten used mobile homes. I had room for another dozen trailers if I wanted. I didn't need or want a private plane or a limo. My pickup truck and minibus were old and rusty, but travelled the five miles to town and back just fine. When one of them finally broke down, I could easily have it fixed or buy a decent used one. I didn't need a huge house. I lived alone half of the time, so two bedrooms were plenty. The times I had a girlfriend with a kid or two, two bedrooms were still enough. I didn't need a swimming pool. There