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I nodded. “It is, in that it's more supernatural stuff to get my head around; things I didn’t know existed. But I have always loved lots of sex, so it kind of makes me feel like I discovered a piece of myself.”
Smith lifted up my skirt. “I’ve discovered a piece of you too. Come on, it's time to play. We'll be gentle with you… for now…"
THE END
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Filthy Rich Husbands
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An MFM menage.
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CHAPTER ONE
Tiffany
Monday evenings were girls night in our apartment in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn. All three of us worked as realtors for a Brooklyn Real Estate company and we worked damn hard. So Mondays were downtime, complete with pizza and beer. There was me, Kayla and Haley. Our Monday nights were for sharing stories about work and to catch up on our—currently nightmarish—love lives. None of us were having much luck on the romantic front.
“Please can we not watch a movie with a sexy leading man tonight, because I swear my pussy will combust and it won’t be a pretty sight,” Kayla moaned. At twenty-four Kayla was tall and slim, with pale skin and long wavy red hair. She was stunning but attracted to men who were dicks. She hadn’t had a date for at least two weeks and it was killing her.
“That bad, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, I might go visit Daniel. While I’m there, I can see if there are any hot men currently hanging around Long Island.” Kayla’s stepfather lived on Long Island. Her mot
her—a serial cheater—had moved on long ago and had lost touch with her daughter. Kayla hadn’t stayed at Daniel Scott’s much, but out of all her many stepfathers’ he had been the only one to be a pretty decent man and he had always said there was a room for her at his home, even after her mother’s departure. She visited rarely, but felt she owed it to him to check in. Guilt from her mother screwing him out of a lot of his cash no doubt.
“Well, I have a date tomorrow night. I think this might be the one,” Haley said.
Kayla and I groaned simultaneously. Haley was a born romantic and every date she had, she thought would be her Prince Charming. Instead they ended up being the Princes’ of Darkness. Petite, with long straight dark brown hair, and an ass a Kardashian would envy, Haley was soft spoken and quite innocent. She’d only had one lover—a long term sweetheart—and when he had left her after college she had been devastated. She had felt he was her one, and we were sure she believed that one day he would actually come back for her.
“God, dating sucks,” I proclaimed. “I had another loser send me a message through the company email today.”
“Ugh, creep.” Kayla said with a smirk on her face.
It happened a lot at Green's Real Estate. Our photographs were on the web page under Agents, along with our direct line and email address. Usually, it was a breathy phone call asking whether I was wearing panties, but today’s had been an actual email.
I brought it up on my cell. “Listen to this,” I told my friends, then began to read it out loud.
Tiffany,
Is this really you on your photograph? I guess I’ll have to find out by meeting you. Right now, I’m looking at this headshot with my ten inch dick in my hand. I’m imagining that my other hand is fisting your shoulder length blond hair, dragging your head downward toward my cock. Those green eyes are wide and begging for me to open your pouting lips and fill you with my girth. Your pink gloss is smeared over my cock while I push myself in and out of your hot mouth. You might try to hide your breasts under that baggy top but I can tell you have huge tits begging for release. I’m going to suck on your nipples and then I’m going to stick my cock between those creamy mountains and fuck them until I come all over your face, your smeared pink gloss mixed with my creamy cum.
Speak soon, H.
“Oh my fucking God, what a creep,” Haley gasped. “Did you report it?”
“Nah, I get similar things at least once a week. Don’t you?”
Haley shook her head. “No. I’ve never had a message like that.”
