Novels by WhiteSwan

Not destiny in that cloyingly-sweet-horrible-teenage-lovesick way. That just made her want to puke. She saw her friends all head over heels in love and how silly it made them, like being in love meant half your brain fell asleep or something. No, she wasn’t interested in that. She wanted something real . She wanted to feel like a woman, not a giggly little girl. Maybe it was because she hung out with adults from a young age, camping and climbing with her parents and their friends. Maybe she was just more mature than her schooling friends. Whatever the reason, she always saw relationships in a different, more evolved manner.Not that she had any boyfriends yet. The guys in school, even the hot ones, just didn’t interest her. They all needed to grow up a bit.And that just left her frustrated.Since puberty, as she became aware of her developing body, Evangeline had been on another mission. A mission to discover her sexuality. Her mom had the talk with her in a strictly biological fas

A lot can happen in a week, Evangeline reflected. She was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking a pine forest. She ran her hand over her belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. She was a beautiful, young lady, her body fit and athletic from years of climbing. Her caramel skin framed against dark, flowing hair, gave her a sexy African look. She had always drawn gazes no matter where she went. Getting attention had never been a problem. It just meant she could be very discerning with whom she allowed into her life.Nobody had interested her before she left for the camp. A mere seven days ago, she hadn’t even experienced sex yet. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she thought back to the innocent teen she had been, riding the bus through to Adventure Camp.So much had happened since. So much had changed.Seven days ago, she was sitting alone on the bus seat, peering out the window, daydreaming. She was looking forward to being in a new place, meeting new people,

Thinking the light-headedness must just be a blend of the drink and the dim office lighting, she shrugged it off.“Good god...” Debby mumbled, now really starting to feel sleepy, and she reached out to try to steady her balance against the desktop. “Sir. I feel... rather...”She shut her eyes, and felt the whole room ingest her, as if she was falling into a bottomless pit.She opened her eyes, and things felt strange. She was strung up in chains, a heavy steel wristband around each wrist and each ankle, with a chain connected to each, tugging her sideways from both directions. The chains were connected securely to the walls on either side of her. There she was, nude, hanging in restraint. Mr Salvatore walked out in front of where she dangled, also nude, and Debby could for the first time see what he really looked like, in his true form. His naked body was flawless, perfect pecs and a flat, toned stomach. For an older guy he sure kept himself in good shape. His huge cock and balls hun

Transcend Avenue was a particularly well known part of town. It was where all the rich people lived, the money makers and business owners. For Debby, it was one big opportunity. One thing she knew well in life, was that rich people don’t need to do small tasks. They had other more important things to do, and there were always people they could pay to do stuff for them. And for the last four months, as the summer sun made the grass grow quicker, Debby had been mowing lawns for three different residents. Being a gardener wasn’t her aspiration in life, it was more a stop gap to save up for university. So many of her older friends had gone off to college, before going to university, and been weighed down with debt. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, and in two more months she would already have enough money to cover it all.The only daunting thing for her was the size of the lawns that she had to cut, and all without the use of a drivable mower. She was out with a petrol one, four

Celeste didn’t know if it was just heated lust or the fact that she was missing a boyfriend in her life, but she didn’t want this to ever end. She wanted to suck him for eternity. And there was no way the cop was going to let it end any time soon, widening his stance slightly and letting the young girl work his pole.She began to suckle and lap at the tip. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the underside of his bell as the cop moaned, patting at her hair and pulling her further down onto his cock. She started to take it inch by inch, tasting the sweet pre-seed as she slurped and sucked on him. She gasped around the girth as the officer pulled at her hair, pulsating inside her mouth.With the next underground stop nearing, there was still nobody else around. But at this point Celeste didn’t care if anyone saw, lost in the moment and thoroughly enjoying herself. She blew him hard, working him with her hot lips. The cop pulled her up and down on his cock as he forced his way to t

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation.These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night.Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal. A wise man once said that graffiti breaks the hegemonic hold of corporate and governmental style over the urban environment and the situations of daily life. As a form of aesthetic sabotage, it interrupts the pleasant, efficient uniformity of planned urban space and predictable urban living. For many, graffiti disrupts the lived experience of mass culture, the passivity of mediated consumption.But Celeste believed it was through graffiti that a nation’s culture was truly exhibited, expressing the wider s

They took turns sucking his veined cock.Charlie would fuck Jessica’s mouth with slow, deep strokes for a while, then pull out and feed his glistening cock to Claire. The two women leaned in closer, occasionally kissing each other around his shaft...their tongues sliding along his length together, licking and sucking from opposite sides. Saliva dripped down their chins as they worshipped him.“Good girls,” Charlie groaned, one hand resting on Jessica’s head, the other tangling in Claire’s hair. “Look at you two… sharing my cock so nicely...”Jessica moaned around him, taking him as deep as she could while Claire licked and sucked his balls. Then they switched again...Claire deepthroating him while Jessica lapped at the underside of his shaft.Charlie’s grip tightened in their hair as pleasure built.“Enough,” Charlie finally growled, his voice rough with need. He pulled his cock free from Claire’s mouth with a wet pop and stepped back slightly. “On

Charlie leaned back on the couch, chest still heaving from his orgasm, but his eyes never left the filthy sight between Jessica’s spread thighs. Claire was on her knees, face buried in Jessica’s freshly-fucked cunt, sucking and licking his cum out with shameless hunger. The wet, slurping sounds and Claire’s satisfied moans sent fresh blood rushing to his cock.It didn’t take long.His thick shaft, still glistening with Jessica’s juices and the remnants of his load, began to twitch and swell again. Within moments, he was rock-hard once more, standing proud and heavy against his stomach as he watched his ex-wife devour his secretary.“Fuck… both of you...,” he muttered with fresh lust, one hand lazily stroked his renewed erection as he enjoyed the show.Claire finally pulled back, lips shiny with a mixture of cum and Jessica’s arousal. She looked up at Jessica with a wicked grin, then glanced over at Charlie’s hardening cock.“Seems like someone approves,

Claire Richmond... Charlie’s ex-wife, leaned casually against the doorframe, looking every bit the polished socialite in a sleek black dress. Her lips curved into a cool, amused smile as she watched them. Jessica’s eyes widened in pure panic as she tried to scramble off Charlie’s lap, her body jolting backward. But Charlie’s strong hands grabbed her hips, holding her firmly in place. He continued to thrust up harder, burying his cock even deeper inside her with a low, possessive growl. “Stay right there,” he ordered Jessica, as he continued pumping into her from below...slow, deep strokes that made her whimper helplessly. Claire let out a soft, mocking laugh, twirling the keys around her finger. “What the fuck are you doing here, Claire?” Charlie demanded, not missing a single thrust. His eyes were cold, but his cock remained rock-hard inside Jessica. Claire walked a few steps closer, hips swaying. “I ca

Chapter 4 Charlie pulled out of her slowly, his thick cock glistening with her arousal. Jessica whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body trembling from the relentless pleasure.“Get up,” he ordered, taking the divorce papers from her hand. “We’re not done yet.”He gripped her arm firmly and led her across the spacious office toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glittering city skyline. Night had fully fallen, and the streets below were alive with moving lights...cars, pedestrians, and distant glowing billboards. The glass was cool against her heated skin as he pressed her front against it.“Hands on the glass,” he commanded. “Keep your legs spread for me.”Jessica obeyed, placing her palms on the window, her heavy breasts and hard nipples pressing against the cold surface. Anyone looking up from the right floor in the opposite building might see her naked except for stockings and heels, getting fucked by her boss.

Chapter 3Jessica’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled.“‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’”Charlie growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.Her words dissolved into a broken moan.“Keep reading, Jessica,” he ordered harshly, pulling back just enough to slap her ass hard. The sharp sound echoed through the office. “Don’t you dare stop.”She gasped, forcing her eyes back to the paper.“‘…demands two hundred and fifty thousand dollars annually… for a period of ten years… due to emotional… ahh...yesssss.... distress...’”Charlie moved lower. His tongue dragged down to

Chapter 2 Jessica’s breath trembled at his question. For a long moment, she said nothing, her dark eyes locked on his. The tension in the air thickened, heavy and electric. “Yes, Mr. Richmond,” she finally whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I wore it for you.” Charlie’s eyes darkened with raw satisfaction. His hand, still resting on her waist, tightened possessively, fingers digging into the silk. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. Without another word, he slowly slid his other hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the hem of her tight pencil skirt. His palm glided up her smooth thigh, pushing the fabric higher as he went. Jessica’s legs parted just slightly... instinctively... as his fingers reached the warm, soft skin above the lace tops of her stockings. He moved higher. When his fingertips brushed against the thin, soaked fabric of her panties