“Marie,” called Mr. Horton on his secretary’s intercom, “please come in here and bring your pad.” Marie quickly got to her feet and entered her boss’s office, bringing along her dictation pad as he had requested. The chances of her having to do any dictation were slim and none, but it looked good to anyone who happened to see her going into Tom Horton’s private office. “Ah Marie,” he greeted her with a big smile, “I’m feeling rather edgy this morning, and wondered if you could help me relieve all my tension?!?” Marie just smiled, walked over around behind the large oak desk, and lifted her skirt above her waist, exposing her slim legs encased in silk hose and her bikini panties which were framed by a frilly white garter belt. For the past three years, or as long as she had worked as Mr. Horton’s private secretary, they had almost a daily ritual. She would come into his office, expose herself to him, and he would eat her pussy right on the desk in front of him, and today was no exception as at exactly nine o’clock he buzzed her into his office and had the beautiful young woman lift her dress so he could partake of her lovely body. She made more than three times what an executive secretary usually made, and Tommy was really a pretty good fuck for and older man! Her panties now at her ankles, she kicked them off and hopped up on the desk, spreading her legs so as to make her vagina available to his hungry mouth. He leaned his nose close to her opening and took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of her ripe young pussy. Marie kept her pussy neatly trimmed, because left unattended, it became a veritable jungle of black matted pubic hair, and besides, with it trimmed, her clit and puffy lips were much easier for her boss to find with his probing tongue. Her pussy was almost trained to expect a hard orally induced orgasm at least once a day, and if for some reason she missed it, her cunt would twitch for the rest of the day, sometimes driving her into the rest room where she could manually relieve herself. This was definitely a case where daily manipulation of her clitoris with an eager tongue kept her vagina contented and calm.
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Christy peered into her closet trying to decide on which outfit to wear for her usual Saturday night outing, and since being from Ft. Worth, Texas, her destination was sure to be one of the many cowboy bars that dotted the Metroplex landscape. She finally decided on a long country style dress that was low cut on top, yet loose enough to allow her freedom of movement on the dance floor. She lay the garment on her bed and sat down in front of her vanity mirror to brush her long blonde hair. There was no mistaking it, Christy had a stunning body! Long slim legs, flat tummy, a full yet tight ass, large red nippled breasts, and a pretty if not beautiful face. As the brush pulled through her tresses, her boobs jiggled back and forth, causing her nipples to become erect. Christy had to admit she was a male magnet of the nth degree!!! Her pussy was already damp, and having a smooth shaved crotch seemed to only heighten her arousal. Christy was blessed with abnormally puffy vaginal lips, and lately it seemed that they were always bulging and wet with juice. “God,” she thought, “I hope I can get lucky tonight, it’s been almost a week!!!” After the fiftieth stroke of her brush, she got up and pulled her dress over her head and slipped it on. “No bra or panties tonight,” she said out loud, “no use having them in the way!!!” To top off her ensemble, she pulled on a pair of bright red cowboy boots, a red cowboy hat, and a red bandanna around her neck, and after one last look in the mirror, she was out the door and on her way!!!
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Tommy had placed the ad about a week ago and today he received his first reply. His ad read: “Wanted, older ladies, preferably over 55, to pose in erotic photo sessions, good $$$, looks not important, attitude is!!! Send a snapshot of yourself and your phone number to Box 33 in care of this newspaper.” Tommy looked at the photo that was enclosed with the letter sent by a fifty eight year old grandmother. “Mmmmm,” hummed to himself, “a little hefty, but not too bad!!!” The enclosed letter was from a lady named Emma Oetken. She was a widow and grandmother, who was looking for a little adventure in life. Her vitals were 58yo, 5′5″, 170lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, with measurements of 38DD-32-40. A well packed woman indeed, but for a first reply you could do a whole lot worse. Tommy picked up the phone and dialed the number listed in the letter, and after only three rings, it was answered by a woman with and average sounding voice. Tommy quickly introduced himself and asked her if she was indeed interested in posing in front of his camera. She enthusiastically replied in the affirmative, so they made and appointment to meet at Tommy’s house for the following afternoon at two o’clock. Tommy excitedly hung up the phone and began making plans for his first session.
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Wanda waddled into the kitchen with a tray full of dirty dishes while thinking about how tired she was all the time now, and she still had two months to go before she was due! She felt like a fat cow, after gaining thirty pounds during this her first pregnancy, and while she was usually a svelte 125 pounds, her tits had turned into mini Goodyear blimps, and her belly looked like she was stealing a water melon from a fruit stand while hiding it under her dress! No wonder Dave had seemed to lose interest in sex!!! When she looked into the mirror she appeared to be anything but desirable, and to top it all off, her nipples had begun to leak milk, leaving her dresses and blouses stained and wet. God she would be glad when all of this was over! A light shiver ran through her when she looked out the kitchen window at the foot deep snow that spread across her back yard, looking for the world like a perfect white carpet. As she gazed at the wintery scene, her mind floated back to her childhood, of sledding, throwing snowballs, and building snow forts until her reminiscing was abruptly terminated with the loud ringing of the front door chimes. Dressed in only her house dress, Wanda would have normally put on a house coat to cover her self consciousness, but for once she just forgot about it and went directly to the door and opened it. Standing on the snowy front porch was a young Express Parcel delivery man, holding a package and his clip board. “Package for a Wanda Perkins,” he said, while shivering in the cold January air. “I’m Wanda Perkins, please step inside and get out of that cold for a few minutes!” “Thanks ma’am,” he replied, “it’s really a bear out there to day,” as he stepped into her living room. She signed for the package and asked him if he would like a cup of coffee to warm up. “Thanks a lot, I could sure use one, the heater in the truck isn’t working to well,” he replied! “Come on into the kitchen and sit down for a few minutes and warm up,” she offered. “Black or cream and sugar,” she asked, as she poured a couple of fresh cups. “Black will be fine, thanks,” he answered, taking in a deep whiff of the fresh brew, while also taking in a view of Wanda’s huge chest. He couldn’t help but notice the two wet spots on the front of her dress, at the same spot where her big nipples poked through the thin material, and almost instantly he felt his dick begin to stiffen as he watched the big jugs jiggle freely from side to side. “My god,” he thought, “she isn’t even wearing a bra!!!” Wanda wasn’t paying any attention to him because she was busy opening the package that he had just delivered. “Well, it’s finally here,” she exclaimed! “Ma’am,” he offered? “My breast pump, it’s finally here,” she exclaimed happily, if you hadn’t noticed, I am having quite a problem with milk filled breasts, and this little pump should keep them from leaking!” He turned beet red a the mention of the term “milk filled breasts”, and quickly turned away while Wanda pulled the package open and was immediately faced with a hand full of loose parts that had to be assembled. After staring at them for a couple of minutes, she turned to the delivery man and asked, “Do you think you could take a minute to help me put this thing together, I am not mechanically inclined at all, and by the way, what’s your name, mine is Wanda.” “Uhhh, Al, it’s Al, uh let me see what you have there,” he stammered while taking the pump and loose parts from her.
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It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. “Some glamor,” thought Walt, “dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn’t running one of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights, where ever he was needed, that’s where you’d find him.
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Ben had never been so happy in his entire life! Here he was just home from his honeymoon, and ready to begin is marriage with the most beautiful and loving girl a man could ever hope for. To say his courtship of Sarah had been a whirlwind affair would be an understatement, because less that two months ago he had met her for the first time at a New Years Eve party given by a mutual friend. They left the party arm in arm, and had been together ever since. Ben knew on his first date that Sarah was the girl for him! Incredibly beautiful, with big doe eyes, long flowing brown hair, a face like and angel, and a body that would make Jezebel jealous! Every time he even looked at her, he had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t all a dream.
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Miranda looked again through her back pack, “It’s just not here,” she thought, as she shuffled the notes she had taken in chemistry class that afternoon. Looking at the clock, she jumped up and headed back to school. Even though it was five thirty, she hoped that maybe Tom Hawkins, the night janitor would be there to let in. Without the lab results from the experiment she had been working on, it would be impossible to write up the report that was due tomorrow!!! Why did she always wait ’til the last minute to get her work done, she was just a procrastinator!!! “It guess it runs in the family,” she said out loud, as she pulled into the school parking lot. Not even trying the front door, Miranda went directly to the service entrance and rang the bell, and after waiting about thirty seconds, the heavy door swung open, and there stood the night janitor, Tom Hawkins. “What can I do you for young lady,” he asked? “Please Mr. Hawkins, I left some papers in my locker, I just have to have them for a chemistry report that’s due tomorrow, please can I go to my locker and get them, PLEASE!?!” He looked her over for a second, nodded his head and let her inside. “I got to go up to the second floor and work on a broken sink in the boys rest room,” he told her, “so I can’t be waitin’ down here for you, you’ll have let yourself out the same way you come in, just make sure the door clicks shut, okay?” “You’re a doll Mr. Hawkins, I’ll only be a few minutes and I’ll make sure to shut the door tight,” she answered, while running past him on the way to her locker on the other side of the building.
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Mike knew the instant he did it he was in trouble! “Dammit,” he cursed out loud, “stupid stop sign!” The spinning blue light on the police squad car told him instantly that he had just committed his third moving violation in the past twelve months! “Christ alive,” he thought, “I’m gonna lose my fucking license again!!!!” He waited until the officer was next to his door before rolling down his window, trying the “I don’t have a clue approach”, he offered, “Something wrong, officer?” The female police woman ignoring his obvious con job, said, “Sir, you just ran that stop sign and you didn’t even make an attempt to stop!” “Well,” he ventured, “I am late for work and I just didn’t see the sign, I’m real sorry!” “I’m sure you are,” she intoned, “but we’ll have to write you up a ticket anyway, maybe next time you’ll pay a little more attention.” Now feeling desperate, Mike decided to plead with her, hoping that by throwing himself at her mercy she might let him go with a warning, but by this time her partner had joined her and was wondering what was taking so long. The first officer answered, “Mike here says that he has had two other violations over the past year and will lose his license if he gets another mover.” Her partner just shrugged and said, “No skin off our nose, give him the ticket!!” “Damn her,” thought Mike, he figured he had convinced the first one to give him a pass until this new bitch screwed up the works! Please,” he begged, “I’ll do anything, just don’t give me a ticket, I need to drive for my work, please!!!”
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Sarah nervously reviewed the instructions that Megan had written for her on the back of a restaurant napkin. Hit “enter”, wait for the screen to load, then make up a chat room “handle”, type it in, then hit “connect me”, and you’re in! A live sex chat room! “I must be out of my mind,” thought Sarah, how did she ever let Megan talk her into this?!? “Well, no harm in just sitting in, I don’t have to talk!” As she focused her eyes on the screen, she could see at least five people trying to contact her under her chat room handle, newgirl. Too unsure of herself to jump in, she decided to just observe for a while, and see how the thing worked. While the conversation was sexy, it seemed that everyone kept the tone light, and not in the least bit vulgar. After about ten minutes, Sarah saw a message on the screen,  “newgirl, want to chat?” Sarah hesitated a second, hit private, and then type, “Sure, bigirl, let’s chat!”
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It was driving Julie Morgan crazy! She couldn’t seem to have an orgasm without first imagining herself being viciously raped by an unknown attacker. She had read all the books on female arousal, and even though they all repeated the mantra that just because you fantasize about something, doesn’t mean that you really want to go through with the said fantasy! This was all well and good in theory, but for Julie it was becoming almost an obsession! When she first started having sex at eighteen, her orgasms were directed to her boyfriend, but as the years passed by, more and more she had to have this picture in her mind of he being forced to perform the most intimate acts on a total stranger. In most of her fantasies her assailant was black or Hispanic with a huge erection. She couldn’t figure out it’s significance, but she was worried enough to contemplate seeing a “shrink” about her problem!
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