Ravenshire Lofts
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,809
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ravenshire Lofts
Ravenshire street led from Highway 32 and run for miles eastward. Then it tapered off into a one way street that hardly anyone went down anymore. The street was in desperate need of repairs but everyone seemed to have forgotten it was even there.
At the end of this old, battered street is a Victorian looking mansion that every year, seem to be on it's las breath.
This is Ravenshire Lofts and the inhabitants are society's outcast.
In room three oh four, lived an old college professor who was fired because he couldn't seem to keep his hands off his students. He loved to get some unsuspecting girl to stay behind after lecture then fondled her nipples and pinched her clit. The other tenants could hear him at nights screaming some name and telling her to 'suck me harder!"
Room three twenty one, housed a blond with breasts bigger than her brains.....or are they? Her name was Lilly Von-Tuft - everyone suspected her name to be an alias but they didn't pry.
Room three oh two housed a newly married gay couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. It was a miracle they held outside jobs and could keep those. Then again they did not work together so maybe that was a good thing when it came to their jobs.
Closer to the end and over looking nothing but bushes in the back of the large home, lived Seree. No one knew anything about her but from time to time they heard whimpers coming from her room. She would sleep all day and leave at nights dressed in a large black over-coat, no matter how hot it got.
In room one, lived the landlord, Preston J. Sigmot and his two cats. The man was the strangest of them all. He was forced to retire from the navy after they found out that he had a thing for red-heads that was deemed almost insane.
Cherry Lipson lived all by herself on the fourth floor. She seemed to be stuck in a time warp because she still dressed as though she was something fresh out of little house on the prairie.
The story begins on the first day of March. Rent is due and Preston J. Sigmot is making his rounds. He stopped at Lilly's room first.
"You are going to be late again?" Preston wanted to know as he sat down on the seat he was offered stroking Brutus, his favorite cat with a bad disposition.
"Am sorry Pressy," she chewed the gum in her mouth mercilessly, making annoying popping sound, "you know am good for it...how can I make it up to you?"
Preston frowned and stood up. He placed Brutus down and opened the door for the cat to leave before locking the door behind him ands at down again.
Lounging back into his seat he let his eyes take in her body. She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans that seemed to have been painted on. Her top hugged her waist then went up and was pushed out by her large breasts. It seemed that if she bounced too hard they would pop out. Preston licked his lips.
"What kind of girl do you take me for?" Lilly exclaimed.
"Stop you're bitching," Preston replied in a bored tone, "you want an extension right? Then let me see those tits."
He smirked as Lilly lifted her hands slowly, almost teasingly and let her giant tits fall free. The bounced a few times before standing still with the nipples hardening under his stare, "come here," he whispered and she moved towards him.
When she was close enough, he moved forward and took a tight nipple in his mouth. She tasted hot and sweet as his hand ran down the front of her stomach to open the button on her pants. When those were around her ankles he let his hand wander downward to play with her clit.
"Oh fuck yes!" she exclaimed as his mouth ravaged her tit and he began finger fucking her, "harder!"
Preston began slamming his three fingers in and out of her until he felt her gushing over his hand. Yanking his hand away, he shoved her fingers one by one into her mouth for her to clean then. He let her nipple go with a plop and sat back to watch as she crashed to the ground.
Smiling, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He then climbed up her body until his ass rested softly against her chest, "suck cock slut!" he ordered and his eyes rolled back into his head, as her hot wet mouth took his cock in and began milking it.
At the end of this old, battered street is a Victorian looking mansion that every year, seem to be on it's las breath.
This is Ravenshire Lofts and the inhabitants are society's outcast.
In room three oh four, lived an old college professor who was fired because he couldn't seem to keep his hands off his students. He loved to get some unsuspecting girl to stay behind after lecture then fondled her nipples and pinched her clit. The other tenants could hear him at nights screaming some name and telling her to 'suck me harder!"
Room three twenty one, housed a blond with breasts bigger than her brains.....or are they? Her name was Lilly Von-Tuft - everyone suspected her name to be an alias but they didn't pry.
Room three oh two housed a newly married gay couple who couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. It was a miracle they held outside jobs and could keep those. Then again they did not work together so maybe that was a good thing when it came to their jobs.
Closer to the end and over looking nothing but bushes in the back of the large home, lived Seree. No one knew anything about her but from time to time they heard whimpers coming from her room. She would sleep all day and leave at nights dressed in a large black over-coat, no matter how hot it got.
In room one, lived the landlord, Preston J. Sigmot and his two cats. The man was the strangest of them all. He was forced to retire from the navy after they found out that he had a thing for red-heads that was deemed almost insane.
Cherry Lipson lived all by herself on the fourth floor. She seemed to be stuck in a time warp because she still dressed as though she was something fresh out of little house on the prairie.
The story begins on the first day of March. Rent is due and Preston J. Sigmot is making his rounds. He stopped at Lilly's room first.
"You are going to be late again?" Preston wanted to know as he sat down on the seat he was offered stroking Brutus, his favorite cat with a bad disposition.
"Am sorry Pressy," she chewed the gum in her mouth mercilessly, making annoying popping sound, "you know am good for it...how can I make it up to you?"
Preston frowned and stood up. He placed Brutus down and opened the door for the cat to leave before locking the door behind him ands at down again.
Lounging back into his seat he let his eyes take in her body. She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans that seemed to have been painted on. Her top hugged her waist then went up and was pushed out by her large breasts. It seemed that if she bounced too hard they would pop out. Preston licked his lips.
"What kind of girl do you take me for?" Lilly exclaimed.
"Stop you're bitching," Preston replied in a bored tone, "you want an extension right? Then let me see those tits."
He smirked as Lilly lifted her hands slowly, almost teasingly and let her giant tits fall free. The bounced a few times before standing still with the nipples hardening under his stare, "come here," he whispered and she moved towards him.
When she was close enough, he moved forward and took a tight nipple in his mouth. She tasted hot and sweet as his hand ran down the front of her stomach to open the button on her pants. When those were around her ankles he let his hand wander downward to play with her clit.
"Oh fuck yes!" she exclaimed as his mouth ravaged her tit and he began finger fucking her, "harder!"
Preston began slamming his three fingers in and out of her until he felt her gushing over his hand. Yanking his hand away, he shoved her fingers one by one into her mouth for her to clean then. He let her nipple go with a plop and sat back to watch as she crashed to the ground.
Smiling, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He then climbed up her body until his ass rested softly against her chest, "suck cock slut!" he ordered and his eyes rolled back into his head, as her hot wet mouth took his cock in and began milking it.