“How did I get myself in this situation?” wondered Michael Bay. AT 47 years of age he seemed to have it all. He had a loving wife. He had a very successful career as a film director. He was one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Yet Michael Bay had a big problem.
“The bitch is blackmailing me” he explained to the mysterious office worker who called himself Smith.
It was not the first infidelity Bay was guilty of. Young starlets who want to make a good impression on film makers are nothing new to the Hollywood scene. Bay was not the first director to have slept with a young actress, nor would he be the last. And a beauty like Megan Fox did not come around every day.
But this bitch was smart. She made a little film of her own, videotaping Bay coming on to her and then having sex with her. Now she held the tape as collateral, threatening to release it to his family and the rest of the world if Bay did not give in to her demands.
Over the years the price of her silence became bigger and bigger. The bigger it got, the harder it became to hide this expense from his family. At the rate it was going, his wife would find out about the affair without Megan saying a word.
“Well, Mr. Bay, we are more than willing to help. Our service is not cheap, but results are guaranteed. Our mutual friend, Mr. Pattison, will testify to that.
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Obsessed with big boobs
I’ve always been fascinated with women’s breasts. A nice ass, long legs and pretty face can always get my motor running but nothing works better for me than a tight top with lots of cleavage. In fact it’s seeing them encased in a bra, camisole or low cut shirt that excites me more than just a naked set of big tits. I constantly wonder what my cock would feel like between each set I see. I wonder what they would feel like in my hands and I want to see my seed covering them. I’d rather cum on a woman’s tits than any other part of their body which I’m know frustrates my wife sometimes.
I have been with the same woman for a long time and my wife has what most people would consider average size breasts. She knows I love breasts and she has certainly caught me on more than one occasion staring at other woman’s tits. I’ve tried many times to cum on my wife while she is still wearing her shirt but she always protested against it claiming that she had just washed it. I always feel that our sex is planned and contrived. It always the same basic love making and she doesn’t want to try new or outside the lines of just lying on the bed like a plank of wood.
Black Love revised
I am A cuckold husband by my wife who loves black cock. She is always telling me how great their cocks feel inside her and that, being white, there’s no-way she’ll ever let me put my tiny white cock in her again now that she has had the pleasure of black cock.
She loves humiliating me by having her black lovers come over and, since we have a door code on the apartment building, has me go out front to bring them in while she sits in the living room naked. When they enter she kisses them and lets them rub, and explore, her nakedness with their hands in front of me.
After she has been fucked and her black lover leaves, she has me come to the bedroom and orally clean her of his black seed, which I love doing.
I love the carillon
The girl swings her heavy hair into William’s arm, making his coffee
slosh over the Styrofoam cup. She smiles but doesn’t apologize;
apparently he’s supposed to take the physical contact as a recompense.
Half the coffee has spilled. The clerk at the outdoor snack-stand
notices him refilling his cup and demands an extra twenty-five cents.
The girl is already gone, sitting on a bench under a eucalyptus tree.
The December climate makes William irritable. Sunlight slams into his
forehead, and the lush Santa Ynez mountains yawn at his foul spirits.
He carries his coffee to Van Orman Tower, where he will spend the next
forty-five minutes playing Christmas carols on the carillon. Then he
will go to the auditorium to administer the final exam for his music
theory course. Finals week is ending; the campus is almost deserted.
Everywhere you can hear the gossip of palm and eucalyptus.
Teen Sluts – Lauire and Sammi
Today I want to talk about the early days of Charmers, the magazine devoted to young girl nudes. As I said before, my earliest models were from nudist families that I had already photographed for nudist publications. The two girls I’m writing about today were the second and third models I shot for Charmers.
Laurie was a ten – year – old pixie. Not only did she have a pixie haircut, she had an elfin figure and a terrific smile that lit up the whole room. She never seemed to run out of energy. At nudist resorts Laurie was the first child in the play area every morning, and the last child to leave at night. I learned how to shoot the young nude by taking pictures of her at nudist resorts. Yes, usually she was with her family, but I also worked with her one – on – one.
Laurie’s parents had never heard of Charmers, so I showed them two of the earliest issues. After leafing through them, Ben, her father, told me there wasn’t a single picture in Charmers that would be inappropriate in any nudist publication. He and his wife, Ruth, gave me permission, subject, course, to Laurie’s decision. Ruth admonished me not to take any “raunchy” pictures. I told her that I had never taken a “raunchy” picture in my life. (In 1971, it was true. )
Now for the most important part: asking Laurie. I didn’t think she was likely to refuse, and she didn’t. She made one request, though: “Can we do the pictures at the beach house?
Ebony sexual fantasies
Katlin Duvall was an eighteen year old college freshman. Her fiery red hair was like an exclamation point on her petite body. Slender, but hardly boyish, She had small pert breasts, a fine slim waist, and full rounded hips. Her sparkling blue eyes and cute little nose gave her an almost pixie like appearance. But her looks were deceiving. Cute looks and diminutive size disguised the assertive, demanding woman she had come to be.
Perhaps it was Katlin’s seeming frailty that initially attracted the eye of Teresa Robinson, the housemother at Willow House, where the new co-ed had just moved in for the semester. Teresa had been in that position for several years, and the large black woman truly enjoyed her work taking care of the house and preparing meals for the girls who lived there. Secretly, she had something of an eye for the young women, but had never gotten up the nerve to act on her feelings.
It was late on a Saturday morning. The other girls had already left and were going about their business. Studying at the library, hanging out with friends, or whatever young college co-eds do on an early autumn weekend long before the pressures of the semester started to weigh upon them.