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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…)

They were out of instant pudding mix. She shrugged her shoulders and
began walking out of the store. But a cute hunk of a checker
caught her eye at checkstand 4. She sauntered over, deftly snapping
up a pack of Juicy Fruits out of the rack along the way. She gingerly
placed the pack down on his conveyor belt and it inexorably rolled up
to his waist.

He looked up as she did and their eyes held each other just a little
too long, self-consciously. He smiled at her and she felt a little
embarassed. So she looked down and smiled, brushing the bangs out
of her eyes as she looked up again.

He turned his attention to the pack of Juicy Fruits. As he picked
it up and swiped it across the barcode reader, she could see his
rather muscular hand ever so gently squeezing the pack. She then
pretended the totals display was the center of her attention by looking
up at it, but she could care less how much the cost was. She could
feel him pretending not to watch her, and her cheeks flushed red with
that knowledge. As the numbers flashed on the display, she reached
into the back pocket of her tight-fitting jeans and pulled out her
coin purse. (more…)

A few months ago my wife of three months, Adelaide, and I were relaxing in bed
after having made love. Adelaide snuggled up next to me and whispered, “Honey
would you like to fuck my ass tonight?” I looked at her, eyes wide in amaze-
ment, and managed to mumble an affirmative response. My lovely bride rolled
on top of me and with a devilish grin began to French-kiss me.

We spent a few frenzied minutes in foreplay ending with my wife lying on her
stomach and me nibbling on her delicious asscheeks. When it was time,
Adelaide moved to the middle of the bed and slowly got up on her knees,
resting her head on a pillow and lifting her beautiful bottomin the air. I
was sitting on the edge of the bed spreading lubricant on my penis when I
heard my wife call my name. (more…)