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I had gone to a bar with one of my girl friends who introduced
me to her friend Leslie. She was gorgeous, someone who I wish I
could look like. In any case, to make a long story short, we ended up
in bed together. I’m not a lesbian or bi, but somehow we both felt the
desire. I don’t know what happened, but it did. She first invited me
inside for a drink. I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me.
When she sat down, my arm shook a little and I spilt my drink on my
skirt. She promptly grabbed a damp towel and started to wipe my
skirt. Of course I spilt the drink right over my crotch, so as she wiped,
I couldn’t help but start to feel a little excitement. Not only was my
skirt wet, but my g-string was beginning to get wet. I told her to stop,
and she asked half jokingly if she was getting me excited. I of course
told her the truth and said yes. She then lifted up my skirt to wipe the
underside, but as she did, she felt my g-string and noticed that it
wasn’t only my drink that I was wet from. She dropped the towel and
lightly touched my mound. (more…)

By this time I was hot knowing of things to come...as well as sweltering with the hot water pipes under this stifling apartment kitchenette. The sweat was trickling from my arms leaving stripes down my tee shirt. The back was equally soaked as well. My cock was comfortably hard in my old swim suit with my 7 inches of manhood stretching it to the limit. Finally when I could take no more I asked Pam to slide under and shine the light on the fixture. I stood up and with her not able to see I removed my swim shorts and damp tee shirt leaving only my sweaty bikini strap on.. my shiny buns exposed. Soon Pam stuck her head out to see what the delay was. I didn't give her time, for as soon as I saw the surprise on her face I quickly straddled her sticking my cock in her face. " What is goin..." He started to say... "just shut the fuck up and suck it!! I replied" Pam had no choice with her head pinned to the floor and my cock in her face.

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Pam seemed unusually helpful ,she sat rather close by North American standards and passed me the tools I needed to start the work. Rather than asking her for the tools in hand she placed them on my torso where I could reach them easier. I noticed her hands lingered a bit too long after the tool was placed. The hair from my crotch grew up past my navel and I could see Pamela looking at me intently out the corner of my eye. I knew there were hot gals all over but had never really known just who, but Pam was really getting turned on by this whole scene. I had never really cared who did what with who while growing up and I always had been a rugged individualist. This fit my northern new england upbringing. Doing this hot sweaty work under the counter on my back was sheer boredom and my mind soon started wandering. I thought of jerking off my big thick cock and how I loved watching the hot cummm spurt jucily from its throbbing shaft. Soon I felt a stirring in my crotch as my cock started stiffining. Worried about embarrassing myself I tried to think other thoughts but my cock kept growing on its own accord. Pam sure had noticed.... and the stiff nipples told me that my earlier presumption was in fact true. I had never had been with a southerner before but had often jerked off thinking about spurting some cummm into a mouth that was appreciative rather than some Bostonians face who made it obvious that she felt it was obligatory. I asked Pam to hold the light closer..she "accidentially" brushed my crotch with her hand as the light came closer, I thought I would cumm right there and knew that within moments I would have to unload the throbbing load that was lying heavy in my balls, after all it had been 3 days now! I played along with Pam and pretended to not know what she was up to..

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Its hard for me to describe....the hot steamy sex that I had last night! It started so slowly...I never knew what hit me. I was visiting my Aunt Kates apartment building in Brooklyn , a large brownstone in a attractive location, when she asked me to help her with a tenant's water supply problem. Seems her sink was dripping underneath where the hot water pipes connected. Even tho the tenants were quite affluent the prices plumbers in NY commanded made fixing things yourself worth the inconvenience! Being a slim muscular man with a can do attitude I jumped at the chance to return Aunt Kates hospitality!

I was new to the cheerleading squad, and our team, a pro ball team,
demanded the best looking girls. I was surprised I made it, since I don’t
consider myself that good looking. True, I’ve never had trouble finding
guys, and my figure is pretty good but not perfect. It took about three
days to find out who the bitches were, and who the friendly girls were.
Names here have been changed to protect us all.
Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, or
long dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be in shape,
else every little bulge or flabby spot would show. Terry, a bitchy blonde
who’d originally given me bad advice constantly griped about wearing
skimpy costumes just to give the guys in the audience a thrill. She kept
saying that she’d rather fuck a bull than most of the sports fan slobs. (more…)

It was an eight o’clock, morning meeting and everyone was
punctual. The Sisters would tolerate nothing less. Though
casual wear was permissible at almost any other time, official
business called for official dress. Everyone of the ladies was
wearing tailor-made suits. This was the first time I was allowed
to be present during one of the meetings, though my training was
not yet complete. My participation was marginal. I was really
only there to observe, and at times, to be studied. (more…)

I was horny as hell. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I snuck up behind
Sheila and started kissing her ears. She obliged and started fondling her
breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.
I always liked getting her started as she was having her drink after work.
It allowed time enough to really get into it, before we both got tired.
I moved around in front of the chair and started unbuttoning her dress. I
got as far as her waist before the urge seized me, and I released her
pendulious breasts from their confining bra. They swung free and I cupped each
one with a hand. I alternately kissed and nibbled each nipple to full attention.
This succeeded in driving Sheila crazy. She grabbed the back of my head and
burried my face in her ample tits. I pulled back enough to allow room to
breath, and continued to nibble on her nipples. (more…)

I’ve been working for a large corporation for the last ten
years. I started out as a junior executive straight out of
college and finally worked my way up to middle management as
the head of the marketing division two years ago. My work
requires me to travel frequently, I’ve lived in nine
different cities so far during my career. Perhaps that’s
partially why I’ve never found the “right” girl to settle
down with and marry. Another contributing factor - maybe the
biggest factor - is that I’m highly sexed and very
promiscuous, sort of a male nymphomaniac. I’m always very
careful not to contract any social diseases, but I’ve still
been able to enjoy many different kinds of sex with many
different partners, both female and male. I really have no
preference for any particular kind of activity or fetish - I
enjoy it all. (more…)

Sleepily, she walked to answer the door.

“Dishwasher Repair Man” said the voice on the other side of the door.

She looked through the peep hole and saw a good-looking man in his mid-30’s.
He smiled through the peep hole.

God it’s early, she thought as she unlocked the door to let him in. She had
thrown a robe over her nude body. She hadn’t even had coffee.

“Come in,” she said. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Nine a.m.” he said as his eyes moved to her long legs. Although she was
barefoot, she was a good three or four inches taller than the repair man. (more…)

After this binding was accomplished by whom Stacy supposed was the
assistant, he looped a length of the thin cord about the necks of both
Stacy and Katrina and tied them together. The he tied a longer cord to
the rope that joined their throats.
“Vengan!” he ordered, and then enforced his order before Stacy and
Katrina had a willing chance to comply by pulling tautly on the rope,
using it as a throttle to compel them toward his desired destination, in
the same general direction as they had taken Fernando. (more…)

He was shopping in a department store. He’d been there for two hours and
he was bored and drowsy. He was in the hardware department, looking for
some obscure sprinkler attachment. He wanted to get out of there, go home,
and kick back. Suddenly there was an intense flash in his peripheral
vision of a pretty women disappearing down an aisle. He followed her
greedily.

She was a teenager. She was showing off her sun-tanned legs by wearing
short shorts. She walked gracefully like a cat. Her flawless bronze skin
flowed over curves and muscles. She wore sandals on her small feet, with
long decorative laces that criss-crossed up around her ankles and calves
like bondage straps, and were finally tied with an elaborate bow just below
the knee. Her toenails were painted carefully. The tops of her feet were
just as dark brown and smooth as her legs, but the bottoms were cream-
colored and crinkly. He stared hungrily at her high-arched insteps; the
border where the color and texture changed. For some reason those dainty
two-tone feet of hers fascinated him like nothing else. (more…)

I guess I hung there for over half-an-hour and now that
tube they had left in me was still hurting like hell. It was
getting to the point that every breath I took made it hurt, so
I was doing my best to take short shallow breaths. I was just
wishing that someone would come in to check on me for any
reason, just come in so I could see another face.

Finally, the door opened and everyone came in that was in
the house. The women came over to me and the men sat down in
chairs around the room. The Bitch whose home it was did the
talking at this point, and what she had to say I didn’t like
one bit. She began by saying how she felt about her sweet
husband and that she wanted to do every thing she could to
show how much she loved him. She said she felt real horny now
and that the others felt as she did. She said that in order to
to prove it they were going to put on a little show for them. (more…)

Part of me wanted Alex with me, but part of me was glad I was doing this
on my own. I parked the car, stepped out into the hot July sun, and
walked up the block towards the small jewelry store I’d found. As I
approached the store, I thought about Alex. He was a good man, but over
the last few years, our relationship had grown a bit stale. We’d talked
about it, on and off, but I can’t say anything much had come of our
talks, and on a few occasions, I’d even thought about divorce.

My thoughts skittered in another direction as I stepped into the cool
shade of the store. What was I doing? Proper middle-aged housewives
don’t do things like this. “Why not?” part of me wondered. “Why not!”
another part of me asserted. I’d had this fantasy for a long time, and
now that I knew I could make it real, I was sure I’d never forgive myself
if I didn’t do it. (more…)

I know a lot of girls like to think about large cocks. I
mean, about how stiff they get, or how thick, or how long. I’m not
exactly like that. I have a friend name Ned. He is about twice as
old as I am, in his fifties, and some times when he sees me, he is
tired and run down. And when he’s tired things just don’t always
work like they once did. I take that as a challenge. I figure if
I can’t take all my clothes off, use all my best ideas and best
assets, and end up with my pussy full of Ned and his cum, then
their something wrong with me, not Ned. (more…)

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Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of
Pennsylvania. Mid-30’s, married with two children, dedicated to his
job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments,
credit cards, saving for the kids’ weddings, you name it — and now
Krissy, his wife of nine years, was bugging him for a new living room
rug. And while they had a nice house in the Germantown section of
Philadelphia, the couple was just making it on his salary and hers,
which wasn’t much. Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn’t make
that much money. (more…)