A Right Royal Rogering

You probably have to read the earlier parts of this story to understand who is who. -- -- -- Susan awoke and struggled for a few moments to remember where she was. Her recollection was slow at first but then the details of the previous evening came flooding back. She also realised that she was still draped over Rudi's chest and had been sleeping with her head on his shoulder in a way that she never did with Mike. She recalled how he had taken her to his bedroom after Erik, Frank and Marten had fucked her almost senseless, had laid her on her back and had proceded to fuck her missionary style, with her legs over his strong shoulders, through a series of life-changing orgasms. After she had cum for what must have been the fourth or fifth time, he had reached his own orgasm with a deep growl and had emptied himself in the depths of her being. She had promptly fallen into one of her deepest sleeps she could remember. As she had these thoughts, she let her hand wander over the muscle

"Hey, Mr. Elis," I said as the door opened. "Hello, Amanda. I swear, you look prettier every time I see you, and I see your brown hair is getting long now." "Thank you, Mr. Elis, is Chase here?" "No, didn't he tell you, he's got some things to do with Brian and Sal now. Probably shouldn't be more than a couple of hours, but you know where his room is, though, so you're welcome to wait for him if you want. I tried texting him a little while ago, but he didn't answer. You could also hang out with me, but I'm just an old dude." "I'll just wait for him in his room, but I'm sure you'd rather spend time alone, rather than with your son's girlfriend," I replied, coming in the house with him. "Unless you really just want some company," I put out there, turning back to him. "No, really, I'm good, but I'm sorry if this is too forward, but I've wanted to ask without Chase around

Introduction Thank you for all the love on the previous stories in this series. We're genuinely grateful and humbled at your comments, ratings, and requests for more. This episode introduces new characters and dynamics to the mix, while continuing the thread of finding themselves in inescapable compromising situations of their own making. As you may have noticed, each story is written to build off of previous episodes, but can also stand alone. We recommend reading them in order for maximum enjoyment. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "How did I get here?" I asked myself, sitting alone at a back table of a popular restaurant. I was on my "lunch" break, working third shift (3:00 to 11:00 pm) as a police officer. My name is Joey Holmes. Moving from day to night shifts was the downside of my new promotion. When the opportunity was offered, I thought, "why the hell not? I deserve the promotion. Having evenings free would just be a painful reminder of my recent breakup wit

NOTE: Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. _________________________________________________________________ The land line rang; I didn't recognize the number, but it looked local. "Hello?" "Hello, Vera?" I recognized Alma's voice after a second. "Hi, it's Alma." She took a deep, ragged breath. "Alma, hello. You're well, I trust. What's up?" "I... I was wondering," she said, "if you'd be around for a little while--maybe I could come by for some coffee?" This was new--more than new or unusual, it was unheard of. Alma and I knew each other very little other than by sight. I'd seen her a few times in the village, but only once this year, when we exchanged friendly greetings. The longest conversation I'd ever had with Alma went on for maybe five minutes outside a florist shop about two years ago. We admired the zinnias, I think it was. I'