Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 36-37

The Saint is the Sinner By Servemist Chapter 6 Welcome friends. If you joined me for the journey from the beginning, thank you. If you are just coming to the party now, you will need to read the first five chapters, otherwise the story will not make sense. Go ahead and read, my friends and I will wait till your all caught up. There is a short, but significant, part of this chapter that is non-consent. It is an important part of the story. I want to give you all a heads up. I open our story during the fall of 2001, which was also the period of September 11,2001. I touch on this subject briefly. I do not mean to dismiss the significance this tragedy had on New York & our nation. The opening song quote was taken from Tori Amos's critically acclaimed Scarlet's Walk album, this Tori Amos tune is about a girl riding a plane who can't seem to see New York from above because it has turned to a "hunting ground." Though the song was written months before the attacks,

1 My favorite thing in the whole wide world is eating pussy. I love getting girls off. I'm good at it. It took some time, but I've figured it out. "Don't eat pussy, suck clit." I just want some cute white girl that I can get off. Be some sex toy for a cute girl. I'm a light skinned black chick. Some people make fun of me and call me the whitest black girl they've ever seen. I guess I dress like a white girl: Vineyard Vines, Simply Southern, J Crew. But that's because I like fashion. I'm a fashion major right now. Top of my class. Our school doesn't keep rank, so I don't know for sure. But I have straight A's It also might be my nose ring. But fuck that, white people don't own sexy nose rings. Maybe it's my hair. I pretty much keep my hair perpetually in two braids. Idk, I don't care what anyone says. I'm sexy as fuck. Even if I do look like a skinny light skinned black chick trying to be white. Maybe it's because I

I picked up my phone and sat on the edge of my bed as I opened the text. It was from "J.T.", short for Jill T. Jill was another of the women I'd heard from after my Craigslist posting. She'd said she'd had it in her draft mailbox for a while before finally sending it - and asked if I was still looking. Of course I'd said yes, and we'd connected shortly thereafter. We were sensational - she was married with three kids, and was looking for some excitement that she wasn't finding at home. We found it - she's a marathon runner, and has the body you'd expect - lean, fit, and very energetic. She's a pixie at 5'4" with blonde hair and a sexy figure that you might not associate with a runner. Because she worked, had three kids, and was married, finding the time to get together was tough, and we'd only been able to get together a few times, and usually not for as long as I think either of us would have liked. But when we were, it was

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. You need to read chapters 1-9 to get background on the characters and story. All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance. Group, Orgy, Exhibitionist, Voyeur, MF, MFF, Oral This first part is the end of chapter 9 which somehow got cut off when the admins posted it. Chapter 9 cont. With two large empty pizza boxes and a dozen empty beer bottles and coke cans all over the table, our celebration was winding down. The clock showed eight and it was still a school night. Dennis and Kelly had cuddled together in my recliner while Brenda and Linda flanked me on the couch. As much as I hated to break up the party, I know that Dennis still had to work the next day and the girls had school. "Well," I slapped my knees preparing to stand up, "I

It was a cold winter's night, 11, 12, maybe even 1am. I couldn't really keep track or pay attention. Just a few hours ago I felt like the moisture on my cheeks turned to ice as I tried huddling inside my coat. Luckily we weren't outside for very long, only needing to walk the distance between where we parked and the club. I'd never been to one, nor have I ever been out this late during the season. I usually kept inside wrapping myself in a blanket, often wishing someone was there to cuddle with. Clubs were never my thing either, to be honest. I was never interested in these sorts of environments, and I was never very extroverted. Still, it remained chilly that night and for a little bit I wished I had stayed indoors. Despite all of that, here I was: my knees on the hard floor, and my jacket hung up on the stall I was in. The club I was at was a little more exclusive than most, I wouldn't have been able to get in under any other circumstances. Because it was also t