My Daughter is Disgusting

The ad seemed simple enough. "Help wanted. Full-time work in a professional atmosphere. Duties include but are not limited to..." All that corporate jazz. I wasn't in love with the work life, but my mom sure wanted me out of the house and working again, so I wore my best suit ready and made an appointment. I wasn't really thrilled with the suit. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, 'dress for the job you want.' And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded great in theory, but the lack of freedom was... restricting. She cooked the meals for the two of us, which was definitely kind, but... I kind of missed having autonomy over my own meals. If I skipped a meal, like a good mom, she'd ask why. Then I'd tell her I had a fast food meal with my friends, and even though she likely didn't care... some part of me just felt guilty. Staying out late wasn't something she forbade, but she was a light sleeper and I was kind of clumsy.

This is the the 4th installment of the Judy and Jack journey. You may wish to read the previous stories, but this can be read as a stand alone and will hopefully be enjoyable. I hope as I have built this series I have gotten to be a better author for you all. With out further ado.... While Judy is getting freshened up Jack goes to check on the wall repair. The spackling has shrunk a bit so he gathers his tools to apply another coat. He does a light sanding and gets his spackling knife and the spackling and adds more. This time a little more generously so it will be the last coat and so it will take some time to dry and give him and Judy more together time. He is reflecting back on the blowjob Judy just gave him. Holy cow that woman has magnificent tongue skills. The way she rolled it around the head of my cock while in her mouth... just amazing. Just thinking about it gets his tally wacker twitching in his pants. He then takes his tools and cleans them up. He calls up the stairs to J

I was picking up my briefcase to get ready to leave my office when the phone started ringing. An implosive hollowness was enunciated inside me when I heard Melina's voice on the other end of the line, who was inviting me to a dinner, she was very specific when she said that it was a matter of strict etiquette and emphasized that she expected absolute punctuality from me to meet her at her house at 10 pm. I had a couple of hours left to get ready, go home to get my tuxedo and then go to Melina, with whom I had only gone out on two occasions, and this took place in very crowded social events and it was impossible for me to deny the immense attraction that this beautiful architect exerted on me. It was during a charity event in which a mutual friend made the introductions, the elegance and sophistication of that beautiful brunette, added to her gifts of great conversationalist and her sensual manners produced a deep and fantastic dreamlike state, which went from fascination to raptu

Maddy and I arrived at Derrek's condo a little late, a bottle of Maker's Mark in my hand. My heart was pounding in my chest with anticipation of the night ahead. I hadn't seen Derrek since the pool party and I had been thinking about the big man constantly over the last week. I had spent quite a few nights masturbating as I thought about his huge arms holding me tight as we kissed or his thick black cock sliding into my pussy. Maddy had been pumping me for details of the night for weeks, and I had promised to see if Derrek was interested in fucking us both. Instead, Derrek let me know had a friend in town and why not come over for dinner and drinks? "A ex-football player, and an ex-basketball player huh?" Maddy said, after I told her about the invitation. "Older guys?" "Yeah they're both way over 40, and if this Greyson is anything like Derrick, you won't be disappointed." I replied. Maddy and I had spent a long time getting ready for

Finding Out My Wife is a Lying Cheating Whore © Thanks for reading my story, and I hope you enjoy it! Comments and suggestions are very much welcome. I would like to start with how this story came about and who I am. My name is Bob O'Reilly, I am 30 now. I'm 5'-7" Red hair and in decent shape. I work in a factory on a production line on second shift and have been for 2 years. I don't have a fancy education, I graduated from high school and no college. I did spend 8 years in the army as a heavy equipment operator. I had 2 tours overseas, one tour in Iran and 1 tour in Afghanistan. I didn't do any fighting but did get shot at a lot. I got married to my high school sweet heart when I got out of the service 3 years ago. It was great at first but now it is just hell. I found out my wife has been cheating on me the whole time. I have been going to school to become a truck driver. I know I have PDS Syndrome because of my time in the service, but I do go to a psychol