Life after the Lottery Ch. 71

Tony was abjectly apologetic over his blunder with Emmy. "I should have just said "You're a hooker aren't you Miss Brown!" "I don't think it really matters," I replied. "The funny thing is, pretty much everything that was said is true. It's just a question of how you interpret it." Vanessa had joined us for lunch and sat quietly as we ate and discussed possible witnesses. "There were a lot of them, weren't there," she muttered and then realised what she'd said. "Sorry Rick, I didn't mean that critically." I hung my head. "No, you're right, it was fucking crazy. Laura was right six months ago. Totally out of control. I don't think I'll ever be giving anyone a massage - never, ever again!" She came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Never say never," she smiled. After we'd had a long debate about the relevance of individual witnesses, I called a halt to the conversatio

©2021 Smuttyandfun This one is for the April Fools Day Contest. It's a little longer than what I usually write, and a bit of a slow burn, but they eventually get there. And I hope you'll enjoy it. As always, your votes and comments are much appreciated. Thanks for reading, and stay safe. SOPHIA I'd promised the kids that I'd stay at their place and take care of things for the two weeks they'd be away in Maui celebrating their first anniversary. But I was a little surprised when I pulled into their four car driveway and saw a big, black SUV already parked there. As I mounted the wide stone staircase leading up to their beautiful stone and timber-framed home, not sure if I should knock or just let myself in, I hesitated, with my hand raised ready to knock. Then after I'd decided it was silly, and I should just go ahead and use the key and unlock the door, as I took a step inside, I think I actually gasped when I came face to face with Rafe, my son-in-law's f

******************************************* This story takes chronologically immediately after Chapter 2 of The Dark Star - Descent Pt. 07. It can though be read in isolation. ******************************************** "Same again?" Jessica Marks looked to the time displayed in the top corner of her mobile phone screen, noting it was ten to eight. To have another drink in this fast-filling Irish Bar that she stepped into a little over an hour ago would make her late for her shift and probably mean she'd also arrive a little tipsy given she hadn't been able to eat all day. "I'm sorry..." she offered realising how rude she'd been to leave the auburn-haired girl stood waiting. She had a pretty face and a slender body dressed in tight skinny black jeans and a sleeveless black button up shirt that perfectly accentuated her slender frame, even if the black only highlighted how porcelain pale her skin was. "...Please I'll have just one more

Nicola unwittingly found herself participating in an improvised tea party. Well, it was more precisely an "empty-tea" party, under the large tree with the Hatter, who by all accounts was absolutely Mad. Just then, a girl with long flowing blonde hair ran by frantically. The girl was completely naked and seemed to be quite distressed. As she ran, her large oversized breasts bounced from side to side, threatening to knock her in the face and render her unconscious. Behind her, a young man with a very large erect cock, a long bunny tail lodged into his arse, and large fluffy ears ran after her. "Oh no! For Christ's sake," the Hatter said. "Not that stupid girl again!" "Do you know her?" Nicola asked in surprise at the situation. "Why of course I don't know her!" he yelled incredulously slamming his hand down on the table and dropping his tea glass. His reaction was well over the top. As if he had received a profound insult. With

The rest of the weekend after my "date" with Colin passed in a blur. I wasn't sure what to make of what I had just been through. I was thrilled, and constantly turned on by the memories, but also confused by what that made me. I had always been a good Catholic schoolgirl, but now it turned out I like all kinds of deviant stuff. I liked things in my ass, I liked licking pussy, I liked looking at other naked women and making out with them, I liked dudes fucking me from all directions. These revelations about myself were almost too much to take. The week after my night in the hotel room started off fairly normal, although it seemed to me that headmistress had a special smile for me during hygiene inspection. Maybe I was imagining it, but I don't think so. Her fingers lingered in my wet pussy a little longer than usual before she moved on to the next girl. I didn't sleep well the next couple of nights and by Tuesday after class I was exhausted. I came back to my dor