Be forewarned, these writings may trigger some issue or issues that you have, either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it Hardcore now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. Chapter 1 : A Ghost,� On A� Cold, Lonely Road Thirty five miles an hour. That was the speed limit for this road. On a good day. nude This day, was not one of them. The wind was either trying to drive the rain through the sheet-metal shell that surrounded me or toss me into the rock strewn walls mere feet from my tires. It didn’t really matter what it's intent was, the battle was the same. My hands gripped the wheel, tight enough to feel the threaded seams that bound the leather to its frame, as I reacted to every gust and corrected that lumbering beast back between the pavement’s edges. The radio was loud, cranked up high enough to be heard above the indian whistles and howls of the furious, climatic onslaught, going on outside the thin metal armor. “Six feet of snoooooow, coming through my radio,,, It's raining in stilettooos, from here, clear down, to Meeehheexico…”1 Oh, how appropriate that those lyrics and that song, flowed out of those speakers at just that moment. “My hands are nummmmmm, from hanging on that steering wheel….” But, then again, Little Feat did always have a weird symbiotic relationship with the soundtrack of my life, sex as did Mr. Seger and even Springsteen, until his angst went from defiance to whining like a little bitch. But I digress. I do that a lot. My friends say I have her ‘Alice’s Restaurant-itis’ . See what I mean. Anyway, this story is not about that, it’s about something else entirely. So, I’ll get to it, before I take another dirt road... Ooh look a deer, just kidding. Let me set the stage for you. It was a cold, crisp, rainy, Thursday evening, in April, two thousand and seventeen. The pockmarked black top before me swayed with an ethereal glow, of mist, driving rain, and the wavering wisps of steam Fucking that were rising off that still hot pavement. I was making my way home on a dark mountain road, anticipating a nice cozy bed and a well deserved coma. After working for thirteen hours in a sweltering engine room, rebuilding, well more like having a test of wills with, a 100 ton compressor, I was ready for a hot shower, a hit off a bowl, and a really good slip into unconscious bliss. The aura around me was, thick and stagnant, and glued in to my soul, by exhaustion, sore muscles and aching bones. Lingering undertones of sweat, metal and engine grease were indelibly set into the recesses of my nose. I was, what some would call, spent. She crawls out from under the desk and climbs on top of it, lying down on the now empty old, wooden desk. Just fucking great, Emily glowered. Raymond saw Hardcore her and waved her over. I was wearing my very best blue suit and Janice wearing a delicious black dress that accentuated her delightful body and kept me squirming in my seat. Of course this was all more unspoken courtesy than her the truth, and though they weren't aware of it, I really could hear them. If only she had been able to come. Young men were tighter because they were asshole virgins and nothing went up in their ass before. She smiles up at me. “I bet the bell would ring every time you spanked me, daddy.” Dakota really seems excited. Though Scott would never take this as a signal that Chin-sun wanted to do anything other than sleep, he was finding it harder and harder to ignore his attraction to her. Wendy smirked. “Mmm, just imagine sharing me with another futa,” I purred into her ear, my pussy clenching on her cock. "But I can't, John. Sophie's boyfriend Max couldn't believe it. Though Henry’s instinct was to arrest him by the book, Dave Fucking had other ideas in mind. But I just told her directly I was gonna do it. She no longer cared about whether the clinic wanted her to orgasm or not; she felt humiliated and vulnerable and horny and she needed the release. “With Master, the hunger is quieted, and we feel only the pleasure. It felt wonderful and a little sound came out of my mouth. I swept through the store like a hurricane. From that thought, I decided we needed a campaign like that of our current President. “Master will be arriving home soon, I suggest you go indian preset yourself properly.” He was so formal. We were going to catch a cab home.” John says. I was excited on the drive home and all nude of those sex emotions were coming back to me. I could hardly wait to get home. This entire situation! The people who had a bit of their soul still left to sell, and the other type of people in Club Gomorrah, those who were buying. 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