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Brooke Anne Jackson’s Story

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In her email, she told me her name was Brooke Anne Jackson.

She came right out and asked. Her spelling was gruesome.

I want you to write a story about me. I’m a 19 year old college student. I’m bi, I turned 2 of my high school friends into pussy loving lesbians. I even seduced one of their mothers. I have pierced nipples and I’m thinking about getting a ring on my clit. I love to tease, it makes the fuck so much hotter. I like swimming naked in my pool and walking around sweaty in my Sunday dress with nothing underneath. It drives my dad crazy. I know I remind him of my mom.

Fucking-a. I’ve been spammed. That’s what happens when you hang around Internet sex sites.

I wrote ‘her’ back. Ha, ha. See you in the funny pages. Who knows maybe it was a lonely fat white guy with a little penis. Or maybe it really was a hot young chick.

She replied, I’m for real. I love your stuff on alt.stories. Your stories are hot. I’m a natural girl. I have it where it counts. I know you like that in a woman. I respect a man that appreciates curves. You’ll love writing about me.

She told me she had read all my stories.

I like you’re portrayal of sex. I like how you describe a woman’s thigh and ass, the licking of the pussy, when the guys grabbing this and that and then fucking them. I like the trick endings, too. Write me a story. I’ve attached some pictures to give you some ideas.

As if the crazy fan mail wasn’t enough. Now, I’m getting dirty pictures in my mail box.

I opened up the attachments.

I was expecting some crazy looking white chick. I’ve dated a few of those.

This was a regular chocolate bunny piece of dark meat. She wore two different white string bikinis in her photo sets. She was thick, and I’m not talking thick like pudding, more like a juicy piece of sizzling pan fried mutton. Her belly was curvy and wide, she wasn’t even trying to squeeze anything in. Her tits hung low and her ass was fat. Now, everyone that reads my stuff knows I like me chunky chicks just fine. This was just amazing.

She had a wide flat nose. Frizzy, Afro-beautiful hair spread out into a thick tent down her shoulders. She wore a dark pair of designer sunglasses. Gucci or something. She had money or knew people with money. The background was a big grassy backyard, with expensive looking furniture. She was lying on some landscaped rocks looking wet and sexy.

Thankfully, there’s Google and Facebook, and this chick, beside not being able to write a 2-page fuck story, gave me her real name. I copy-pasted ‘Brooke Anne Jackson’ into the search bar and presto, my chocolate cupcake bunny came up top of my search results. Facebook, MySpace, Twitter. She had no sense.

She was in college, Purdue according to the banner hanging on the wall. She had a bunch of white girlfriends hanging on to her. They wore little gold and gray shorts. They stuck out their tongues, posing like Charlie’s Angels, and slapped each others asses. These pictures were tamer than what I had in my email, but that was the same skanky chick.

I wrote her back.

Hi, thanks for the email and the letters. I very much enjoy writing sex stories. I appreciate halkalı escort your interest in having me write one about you. I can think of all sorts of fun scenarios. As you know, it takes time and talent to write a good story. I know you can appreciate that. My word rates are very reasonable. I charge 10 cents a word. Most of my stories run no longer than 4,000 words. At the high end, and this is just the high-end, we’re talking no more than 400 bucks. Let me know what you think. Thanks for the pictures, by the way.

Sincerely, AntaeusQ.

I turned my iPhone to vibrate on new emails.

She wrote: Thanks for writing back. I would love for you to write me a story. But, I was just thinking it would be something between you and me. I wouldn’t want it posted all over the Internet. I’ve seen your work in every sex story site online. I know you get around. Also, I can’t pay you anything. I’m in college, remember? Love, Brooke.

She attached more pictures.

There was a really nice looking Mexican girl pulling down her sweats. She reminded me of my slut girlfriend from college, right down to her meaty brown thighs.

This is my friend, Carla, she said. She likes to piss in my mouth.

I guess that’s what the young kids are doing.

Carla was short and stocky but she gave my boner the warm fuzzies. She was lying down on a bed, purple lacy bra and her chubby legs spread wide open. Her gash was hairy on top and then long and grayish brown. The line of her cunt merged with her ass. She looked like a little fuck monster.

I tugged vigorously on my cock, but kept it together. I had an email to write.

Thanks for your reply, Brooke. Thanks for the pictures. You’re a gorgeous woman. I’d love to write you a story and give you a good fucking, too, but I’m, unfortunately, busy writing out my own ideas. I’d have to get paid for my efforts. I’m sorry. Thanks and good luck.

She wrote me back the next day.

I think we can work something out. Don’t give up.

She told me to meet her on Yahoo chat later that night. We hooked up and started typing away.

Hi. Hi. How you doing? How’s school?

So, you still want me to write you a story?

Yes. Use my name, Brooke. I get off seeing my name in a story.

So, this was not her first time reaching out.

But you can’t pay, right?

Right.

So, listen, I appreciate your interest in my work, but I can’t work for free. I’ve got to eat.

Wait. How about we try something. Do you really live in Portland?

Yeah, that’s why I write about Portland all the time. Best place in the world. Ever been? Nice weather, close to the falls, good place to live. Why?

Well, I have friends that go to school in Eugene. I go there a couple times a year. If you write me a story, I could maybe make it worth your while. I can bring a friend. You can eat us out.

And maybe something more?

What do you have in mind, dirty boy?

I have this dick. Let’s just say I’d want to fuck that tight brown pussy.

Oh, you can fuck me all over, master.

Fuck me.

How old are you by the way, exactly? I’m thinking you’re not too old.

Mid başakşehir escort 30s.

You ever been with a black girl, before?

No, I haven’t. White, Asian, Mexican, Puerto Rican. No Negroes.

Blacks, she corrected me.

Sorry, blacks.

So what do you think? Can you write me a hot story and email it to me. Just me, remember. I want to read it, knowing it was written with me in mind. Maybe write my friends into it. Carla and I want to be immortalized.

I’ll have to think about it. I unzipped my pants and started jacking my cock hard.

We said our goodbyes and disconnected. I brought up her pictures, and grabbed some paper towels. Quality time. I ended up jerking semen all over my keyboard. Shit. I had to clean it up.

I went to sleep with my iPhone. Like clockwork, she emailed me.

She repeated that she was a great fan, and what it would mean to her. She stroked my ego. I stroked my cock. She attached more pictures. She showed me the pucker of her asshole, she laid out her collection of thongs, myriad dildos, and a bunch of other rubber junk. There were pictures of some of her white girlfriends. One of them was this skinny chick lipstick tagged with the words slut on her tits. She looked out sideways with a wide open mouth. She wore a nice blue dress. There were some bathroom pics. Brooke in pink bra, blue panties, no panties, no bra, a big curly bush, closeups of her pussy. Her pink labia was like a slotted cut into her dark flesh.

I jerked and shot another load into my boxers. I closed my tired eyes, fell asleep and dreamed about my first piece of chocolate.

The next day, before I went to work, I emailed Ms. Jackson.

It’s a deal. We’ll talk details later. Can’t wait.

I wrote up some ideas on the bus. Too many. I stopped typing and got my mind off the sex. I opened up a collection of short stories and read one about a guy and a girl pulling on a baby. Shit. I started typing, again.

I got an email from Brooke later that morning. She attached a picture of her cute face giving me a kiss. I was distracted for the rest of the day. I walked around the office with a boner in my pants.

I got on the bus and started writing her story.

I decided to write about the time she bought her car and the salesgirl cut 1000 bucks off the price, all for sucking the salesgirl’s cunt. White girl on black. Pussy, fingers, bumping pussies, black thighs, white ass. A straight stroke story. Sloppy and nasty. I put extra effort into making it good. I was getting paid, after all.

It took me five days to write and edit. She emailed me everyday with a new set of pictures. Brooke kept me inspired. Then, out of the blue, she dropped a surprise. She was going to be in Eugene the following weekend.

I finished the story in lust driven fury. I emailed it to her after midnight.

I was having a great time leading up to her arrival. I was alive with anticipation. And then, the emails stopped. Maybe she was on vacation. I asked her what was going on. I got nothing back for a whole week. Nothing.

And she had my story.

I knew there was a chance of this kadıköy escort bayan happening. I had it figured out, though. I went on Facebook and brought up her profile. I swear, stupid college kids.

I scanned her Facebook contacts and I started sending friend requests to all of her people. They wouldn’t know who I was, of course. They’d think they met me at a bar, maybe at some frat, and was reconnecting. A couple of them accepted my requests. From there, I sent her pictures into the wild. She was fucked. There are no barriers on the Internet. How far something goes depends on how far you throw it.

Her response was as scathing and nasty as you’d expect. I corrected the misspellings and shit grammar:

Mother fucker. Fuck you and your mother fucking stories. You are an evil pathetic dickless little worm. You probably don’t even have a dick to piss with. There would have been no need for me to turn you, because I know what you are. A little dickless bitch. I fuck assholes like you with my clit. I smack mother fuckers like you. I shit on mother fuckers like you. I step and spit on mother fuckers like you. So fuck you, suck my clit, and kiss my big black ass, because that’s all you’ll ever get from me. Bitch.

Nice.

I posted my story and went to sleep. Next day, people started emailing me about Brooke Anne Jackson. I filled in the details and sent them her pictures. I was surprised at what happened next. I’ll tell you.

My readers started sending me pictures of their wives and girlfriends. From all over the world. How’s that for a twist? I walked around with my phone on vibrate, just waiting for the next generous reader email. Private porn streamed into my in-box. White pussy, black pussy, Asian pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. And requests for stories. Not quite my magic ten cents a word, but good money, still.

Thanks Brooke.

That wasn’t the last I ever heard of Brooke, and her fucked up friends. Not by a long shot. I kept writing stories and thinking about her. Months later, she emailed me. She apologized. She made no excuses. She wanted to make it up to me, so she started sending me ideas and story outlines, and of course, more pictures.

When we finally got around to it, we arranged to meet at a hotel. I saw her from across the lobby. She was a little older, but still very beautiful, and she was pregnant, too. I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She squeezed my balls.

When we got to our suite, I heard her speak.

Baby, she said.

She pulled down her pants before I ever turned on the lights. She was thicker than ever. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pregnant cunt. She clawed my hair. I drank her juices. She smelled of coconut and peat. I made her cum on my face. Her big round stomach hid me from her dark eyes.

That night, I fucked her from behind and jerked all over her stretched stomach. I sucked and swallowed her titty milk. She called me, daddy. She hollered and screamed. Our neighbors banged on the wall. Finally, I plunged deep into her cunt and came all over her uterus. My eyes rolled and I collapsed. She sucked my dick clean, and fell asleep with her face in my crotch and her hands on my ass.

After that night, we got together often. Let’s just say she more than settled her tab.

Well, that’s it for now. If you want to know more, let me know. I’m available and I have very reasonable rates.

And keep those pictures coming!

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