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Kelly was tired after a very long day. Her office was empty except
for herself, and she was hoping to leave soon. Her company had been showing
new overseas clients around the office, so she was dressed up more than usual.

She was wearing a sharp black dress with silver accents. Her very
shapely legs were covered in tan stockings, which were held up by garters
at the top of them. Kelly always enjoyed wearing stockings like these,
especially since during the last two years her boss Martin has had her on her
back in the office more than once. She enjoyed a good midday fuck, and always
dressed to make it easier. She completed the outfit with 4″ black pumps and
a black body briefer underneath. (more…)

What a weekend! I was able to go back to see my
flat tire lady this Friday and boy was the trip worth it. For those of
you who haven’t read “Flat Tire” yet, do.
I got to her place around six o’clock Friday afternoon. I had on an
old pair of blue jeans and a t-shrit. I didn’t want to wear anything
too nice since I was going to do the lube and oil change first. It was
hotter than hell out and the humidity was real high. The whole way down
I was wondering what wild things were going to happen tonight. I wasn’t
sure if anything would or not. Last week might have been a one time good
deal. I was about to find out. When I knocked on the door my heart was
pounding. Would she even answer the door? I would say that when she
opened that door most of my questions were answered? I took one look
at her and my eyes about popped out of my head. (more…)

The rain lashed it’s cool touch across my face as I stared at the number on
the front door. Anxiety and arousal lined my stomach with lead as I hesit-
ated on her doorstep. I remembered when I posted my advertisment to Usenet
last week, eager to meet a woman with whom I could explore my most erotic
virgin fantasies. I’d always enjoyed honest sex but I’d never dared allow
my repressed desires to surface. But now I had done it! I had advertised
and now I was here, to meet a likeminded woman for the first time! My mouth
was dry and I felt afraid as I pressed the doorbell. The harsh shriek of a
buzzer made me jolt out of my reverie. The woman I was to meet was called
Kelly and she seemed to be a lovely person via e-mail but she was obviously
more experienced than I. (more…)

He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to
the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well
enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply
clean the room and then leave.

Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman
then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In
front of him was a very goodlooking woman, about 30 years old with a
great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem that allowed an
ample view of her legs. Her breasts were held tightly within the top
which was cut to push her breasts up, exposing the tops of them to him.
Looking at her, he felt his cock start to harden within his pants. (more…)

Several years ago, before I had my drinking “problem,” I had the
perfect life. I was educated, employed, financially secure - and best of
all - married to a wonderful woman. We had a pretty little house in the
suburbs, and we both taught at a very prestigious private school. Amanda
taught elementary school Reading, and I taught Math in the junior high
grades.
Amanda and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we
were both virgins on our wedding night. She was smart and pretty and
demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her,
it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious,
insecure, and uptight, Amanda even dressed very conservatively, and it was
only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she
was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her
insecurities even affected her professional life because other teachers
were promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the
administration. (more…)

God, it’s a slow night, she thought. Her G-string was not
cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs. Beside her lay
the lace corset she was to wear. I hate working weeknights, she
grumbled aloud. Fortunately, noone was around, otherwise
Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether. Noone wants a
dancer who can’t get into the act. She pulled the string high
into the crack of her ass, and admired herself in the mirror. She
ran her fingers down her bare cheeks, and smiled. God, I look
sexy, she thought. The high heels seemed to make her long legs
even more sultry and inviting. Slowly, she stretched, and
watched herself as her skin stretched and pulled. (more…)

There’s this tall brunette at work, let’s call her Erica, who I’ve grown to
know quite well. Let’s just say that even though I try to help all those who
ask for help, she’s thought that I was kind of special in that way. Since her
first day at work I helped her adjust to our environment and feel more
comfortable. Eventually people could see us taking lunch breaks together.
Nothing much happened beyond that, however, as I’m already happily married to my
lovely wife, who for this story I’ll call Lola.
As it happened one day during lunch, Erica, who is usually fairly stoic about
her emotions, broke down and started telling me about her breakup with the guy
she was seeing for the past year. For the next half hour, her frustrations and
depression and anger became more and more evident. When lunch hour was up, she
asked me “can you spend some time with me after work? I really don’t want to be
alone right now.” (more…)

He’s a very naked person. Nudity is his natural state.
Even when he has clothes on, there is always something undressed
about him. He was most certainly undressed in the car that
afternoon. In our own encapsulated world, the interior of a
small Japanese car doing sixty along the Florida Turnpike, he
sat in the passenger’s seat with the clothes he’d squirmed out
of on the floor around his feet. I was shocked and amused, and
having slight difficulty concentrating on my driving. My left
hand held the steering wheel firmly set to its course and my
right hand was playing with the stick-shift. His, that is. (more…)

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Chick was santa at party and guys persuaded her to strip.

“My heart is somewhere else tonight”, said the furry region of Pat’s
softly glowing penis-shaped Richard Gere Gerbilmaster 2000SX and
all-purpose Personality Stripper.
The aliens’s claws fondly stroked the detached penis as he frenzily
explored Frank Zappa’s prostrate with all the super-powers he’d never
reached orgasm with.
“I’m sorry,” you sensuously croaked; “I’m not worthy to share this
ecstasy,” so I stamp out, bursting with sexuality and desire that can’t
be restrained by the steel-like manacles of iron. “Do me anyway!”, you
implored, sweating like a black windowless van relaxing in the shadow of
the tall rubberized steel cumtrees of this planet. He unleashed his
relaxed, limp member which unwound like a pythonoid love-firehose after
an amorous week in Hawaii. (more…)

You walk up behind me where I’m picking flowers in the back yard and put
your arms around me, and whisper in my ear, “Are you my girl?”

You can feel my familiar response, as your words immediately excite me,
and I answer breathlessly, “Yes, John.”

“Good girl!” You begin to nuzzle my neck at my collarbone, at that place
you know makes my knees weak, and you slide the tip of your tongue up the
side of my neck and gently tease my earlobe. As you hear my breathing
increase, you whisper, “Are you my slut? You want daddy already, don’t
you, little girl?”

“Yes, I do.”

You know that I love pleasing you, and that any mention of being your slut
gets me hot and wet almost immediately. It’s a game that excites us both
and that you like playing, because you like knowing how much I want you.

“You want daddy to fuck you, don’t you slut?”

“Yes, I want you!”
(more…)

My wife is as avid an Alabama fan as I
am a Tennessee fan. The Alabama VS Tennessee football
game is always a tense time around our house. Tennessee
has won the last few years and I haven’t pushed it too
much, because I knew that it would not last. Also, in the
overall series Alabama is way ahead.

This year my wife and I were separated
when the game was played because of a situation beyond
our control. I knew Alabama would slaughter Tennessee
this year; Tennessee was having a terrible season, while
Alabama was ranked # 2 in the country. When I talked
with her on the phone I said, “Well, I challenge you to an
Alabama VS Tennessee strip Gin Rummy card game. The
Tennessee football team was slaughtered by Alabama, but
this Tennessee boy can make you say ‘ GO VOLS ‘.” My
wife’s reaction was both humiliating and exciting. (more…)

When I was just a mere co-ed in college, I lived in a suite with eleven
of the hottest girls that might exist today. Aside from our common
sexual interests, these were also some of the loveliest and most
desirable women on campus.

Thinking back on those days, our lives seemed largely consumed with the
planning of parties, primarily designed to top anything that we had
previously done. And, as you might guess, these events received great
publicity and were well attended.

One of our favorite affairs was the masquerade ball. And for this
particular night we had decided to require a very special dress code in
order to enter the confines of this wild surrounding. (more…)

Cheerleading in today’s sports world is a sport in itself.
The cheerleaders are athletes in their own right. I found
this out in a very painful way. I had gone to college
football games all of my life and had noticed that the female
cheerleaders were always good looking and had well toned
bodies. On this particular day I went to a game which was
between two very competitive teams, they were also the
biggest rivals in the league. (more…)

Don’t let anyone tell you that sex with the same partner for
ten years has to be dull or routine. Even after two kids (and a
third on the way) my lover turns me on like no other woman could
and she still finds ways to surprise me.

Two months ago (when she was just one month pregnant) she
takes me by the hand, leads me to the bedroom and says, “I’ve got
something I want to show you.” She’s wearing that light-weight
dressing gown that highlights her figure so well. Through the
clingy plush material the outline of her firm nipples can just be
seen. Her full breasts (she’s a 42 “D”) that make my cock jump to
attention whenever I catch a sight of them are firmer and riper
than ever these days now that she’s expecting. (more…)