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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…)

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…)

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…)

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Jan had started seeing Doctor Stevens only after getting tremendous
pressure from her best friend, Donna. Jan insisted that she really
didn’t have a problem that required the services of a psychiatrist,
but Donna insisted that she talk to Dr. Stevens, so she went. Jan
still believed that she didn’t need to go, but had been learning so
much about herself and her life that she went each week. Besides,
she really liked the Doctor, and could afford the visits, so why
not.

I should pause, here to tell you a little about Jan. She is Vice
President of Sales with a medium size electronics manufacturer in
the midwest. She is respected by everyone who deals with her as a
tough but fair executive who knows her business and manages people
very effectively. Her sales force calls her “The Iron Lady” but not
in her presence. It is obvious the first time you meet her that she
is a beautiful woman who could easily have become a top paid model
or actress but in her role as a business woman, she tones the
beauty down to “attractive” by her dress, demeanor and sparing use
of makeup. (more…)

Isabelle was on her way to the city for a recording session at the new
studio. Tanned hands on the wheel, a chiffon scarf rippling at the
window and gold-rimmed shades: she was satisfied with her appearance
in the way a pretty woman vain enough to spend time in front of the
mirror is bound to be. There was the added consciousness of incipient
stardom. The agent told her over the phone that morning, ‘’This one
is really it, baby! This new guy is great, you’re going to love him.
Got the voice of a god. A real hunk. I’m going to send
you to the top of the charts with this fellow!'’

‘’Hold on, Sam.'’ She had been alarmed by the excitement in her
agent’s voice. He had made impulsive and sometimes foolish
decisions in the past. Isabelle liked to move cautiously,
methodically.
‘’We’d agreed not to decide anything until after we
finished this cut.'’ She spook in a cool, low voice that was both
hypnotic and sexy. ‘’Look Sam, I know we’re going to make it big with
all this—I’m the one who convinced you of that, remember? Now who
is this guy?'’ (more…)

She and I are in my apartment. It is all white and the lights are
on. It is late afternoon, and the shades are drawn. I have a special
evening planned for her and she knows this, although she does not know what
I have in mind.

We are both excited to the point of electricity on our skin. We
undress, our skin tight and cool. I can feel my heart thumping in my
chest. She can sense that something is afoot, her nipples are hard, her
aereolae contracted about them, dark with tiny bumps. The pale flesh
across her chest and shoulders is beginning to show a telltale flush.

She knows the basic plan. I place a blindfold on her, and make
sure that she cannot see. I guide her to my futon on the floor, where she
lays down. I position her in the center of it, then put her arms out above
her head, reaching for the two corners of the futon. I move around and
spread her legs in a similar fashion. I can see that her labia is becoming
red and swollen. Her hands and feet are nearly reaching the corners of the
pad.

I begin to tie her wrists with the cotton rope attached to lag
screws that I have sunk into the floor at each corner of the futon. They
are immovable. She begins to breath harder, writhing slightly.

I continue to tie her up, pulling the cords taught at her wrists
and ankles. She can move her torso a little, but cannot appreciably move
her limbs about. I sit back to admire my handiwork, gazing over the
fullness of her breasts, her slim, boyish hips, the dark patch of hair at
the apex of her smooth slim thighs. I watch her stomach move in and out
with her breathing, its concavity arousing me (more…)

I’d always known my wife had a hot ass; hell, that’s partly
why I married her. Once, when we were still dating, she asked me to
meet her on her lunch hour. She kissed me, sliding her tongue into
my mouth, and said we had to hurry, because she had an appointment.
Within fifteen minutes, she was gasping as I fucked the daylights
out of her against the wall of a stall in a ladies’ room. She was
wearing a business suit, but had very adroitly pulled her skirt up
and her little bikini panties off so I could get my bursting dick
into her. She urged me to fuck her good, to fill her little pussy
with lots and lots of creamy come. Then, without so much as rinsing
off her cunt, she dashed off to her appointment. That evening, she
explained what that thrilling little fuck session had been all
about. She said that two weeks earlier, she’d gotten into a pissing
match with her gynecologist over something or other, but that SHE
had gotten in the last word. (more…)

My new job was pretty good — better pay, better opportunities for
promotion, more responsibility — but the commute back and forth was
getting tedious. Lots of people would say that the 35 minutes each
way wasn’t bad, but I was used to the five-minute commute I was used
to. I’d started listening to the radio more intently than had been my
custom, partly for the traffic reports but mostly to avoid boredom. I
had tried listening to books on cassette tape, tried to think about
work and keep notes about decisions and ideas, tried singing along
with the radio. Everything helped, but nothing made a real difference.
The commute was just plain boring. (more…)

I climaxed twice before he lifted from my snatch and planted
a pussy-drenched kiss on my slack lips. I was putty in his grasp
as he produced his cock and found the hungry opening to my cunt.
His bulging cockhead was almost too bog, but he finally managed to
break through the initial resistance and slide inside my heated
box, once past the outer ring. I nearly screamed as he stretched
me beyond my previous imaginable limitations; it was the biggest
cock I had ever had.
As he started a rapid-bucking pace between my legs, I decided
that it was true what they said about pussy being elastic. I had
to have an elastic box to take that huge cockamongous. He kept
plunging like a wild stallion, filling and refilling my cunt with
a piston of steel-hard horsepower. I throbbed and burned enroute
to my third miraculous orgasm. It came when he tightened in an
incredible orgasm of his own. That extra millimeter of superman
cock triggered an explosion of pleasure which engulfed my trembling
body with a starburst of ecstasy. Then it was all over.

If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how strange
life can be. I’m a truck driver which isn’t the most common thing
in the world, but even stranger is the fact that I am quite
attractive. I’m five feet two inches, weigh one-hundred and
fifteen pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I meet
a nice man, he asks me the same question men ask hookers. “How did
a nice girl like you get into a dirty business like this?” To top
it all off, I have four huge brothers who are also truck drivers,
and who have taken it upon themselves to protect my virtue at all
cost. So you can see why it might be hard for me to get laid,
especially by a good man.
I remember one man in particular. It is almost comical. He
buzzed me on the C.B. one afternoon while I was on a California
run, saying,” Breaker for the good-lookin’ blond that drives the
silver rig. If you’re within hearing, meet me at midnight at the
Stop and Slop on Exit 89.” His voice sounded nice, and I decided
to meet him. Like I say, it isn’t the easiest thing for me to meet
men in my profession.

The more she stared at it, the bigger it seemed to grow. In fact, it

was enormous. Finally, Jen had to admit to herself that this was the

first erect cock she had ever seen.

She sat staring at it cross-legged on the floor with eight other

Freshmen who were also trying to stare at it without being obvious.

Her suitemate, the redhead in front of the screen named Veronica, kept

giggling and saying that there was no way that girl was going to

swallow all of that one. (more…)