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Pulling my head tighter to her with both hands, she
arched her back. I began a methodical movement within,
small circles pressing towards my tongue, alternated with
back and forth motions.

I drew her clitorous between my lips, circling it with my
tongue, and flicking it as she pulled me tighter.

Withdrawing my finger, I looked up as I moved forward, the
tip of my cock brushing her thigh as I licked my fingers
clean. Then I worked both nipples, cleaning every trace of
the honey off them as I worked my fingers in and around her
pussy, my palm moving against her mound.

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Having finished with the honey, and exploring both of her
lips, I delved her inner depths with my tongue, seeking more
of her. Drawing my tongue out and up, I worked my tongue
toward it toward her clit, now bravely standing out at the
entrance to it’s home. Bringing my honey coated finger down,
I dipped it in, reaching toward my tongue from the inside as
I massaged around her clit with the tip of my tongue and
lips.

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ebony pussy I retrieved the honey, pulling the lid off the jar and dipped
a finger into the golden liquid. Kissing the side of her
breast and teasing the nipple closest with gentle nips, while
with my other hand spreading the honey on her other breast,
working with ever smaller circles until her entire aerobe and
nipple glistened in the evening light.

Once again I moved down to kiss her inner thighs, though this
time I drew her lips into my mouth, a little at a time, my
tongue playing gently with them as my hand placed honey on
her other breast, working ever closer to her clit.

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After turning on MTV, we put the couch to good use. Something
about her cut-off’s had always been a turn on for me. When she
put her legs up on my lap, it seemed only natural that I massage
them, much as I had earlier that day. This time, as her legs
parted, I could see the inner folds of her womanhood peeking out
at me.
Leaning over her, I place gentle kisses on her neck, letting my left
hand explore her breast with more urgency. Taking control of my roaming
and, she moved it downward, where the cutoff’s she wore met the tanned
skin of her thighs.
Pulling her half shirt up my other hand, I swallowed her left
nipple, rubbing her mons through the gap left where the top
of her shorts met that beautifully exposed tummy. She pulled her
legs up, allowing me to swing one leg off the couch.
I knelt on the floor next to her while one hand worked at the
buttons of her shorts, the other moving her bangs off her forehead
and tracing lines along her face.
Breaking contact, I looked up and saw her eyes looking into
mine, half a question there waiting to be answered. Less
than four strides separated me from the kitchen.
Within a minute I was back, honey in hand, to find she’d
dealt with the barrier between my desire to taste her again.
Setting the honey on the back of the couch, I crawled down
between her legs, nuzzling her hand with my nose as I inhaled
the scent of her desire. Yielding to my unspoken request,
she pulled back, grasping my head with the hand so soon
before denying the pleasure she knew I’d seek.
Placing a kiss on each thigh near the limits I’d been able
to reach with suntan oil earlier that day, I moved forward
to kiss her tummy as I drew one finger slowly up between the
folds of her lips, drawing the moisture up to her clitorous.
Rubbing just above, and working around and down each side of
the hood protecting her sensitive button, I moved to kneel
once again on the floor beside her.

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Rachelle, being close to both of us, knew of this particular extra
curicular activity. And often stopped by to admire the flowering
plants beauty.

Soon we were settling back, mellow, discussing school, events etc.

When the subject of her electronics class came up, she went into
the living room to gather her most recent lab report. Her pup,
a German shepard, came bounding in to say hello. And was on the
bed in my lap before I knew it.

Rachelle pushed him off me, after I stopped tussling with his
head, scolding him though you could tell from her voice she wasn’t
really angry with him. When Chelle got angry, everyone knew right
away. Resting with her back against a pile of pillows, she placed
her toys next to my upper thigh, wiggling them.

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Administrator — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:35:35 +0000

Rachelle lived in a small house alone, about 2 miles away. Since
it was still early fall, I walked. Along the way, I drifted off
into memories of our mutual past, oblivious to my surroundings.

Turning the last corner, her modest three rented house sat there.
Before making it to the first step, the door swung open, and Rachelle
stood there, dressed casually, 5′6″, in all her beauty.

“Well are you going to come in?”

“Sure, ah, just admiring the picture you make.”

She closed the door behind me, grabbing my hand and leading me
to her bedroom. Plopping down on her bed, I pulled out the object
of her immediate desire.

My brother and I started growing pot about when we started college,
a dual major of sorts. Though never actually sold any, we did
learn agriculture and hydroponics.

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At one such place, I stopped, and when she turned, looking up into
my eyes, my arm went around her shoulder pulling her close as we kissed.
Just a moment, yet something we’d both remember in the days to come.

The dead phone line buzzing in my ear intruded my revery.

I wonder what might be possible for tonight. Perhaps we could
cuddle up in front of the television together.

After tossing my books on the bed, I grabbed up some stuff to
take with me, and splashed on some cologne. Five minutes later
I walked out the door of the duplex I shared with my roommate, and
brother.

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I had to chuckle. I suggested to Rachelle that we return the
room to them, after all it was their’s. Apoligizing to Nizar on
the way out, he slapped me on the back, and warned me that Chuck
was in my room. Which posed two problems, one of which I had to
solve in order to get Rachelle home. After knocking on the door
several times, Chuck rumaged through my closet and gave me her
coat and mine. And I set out to escort her home, having started
to sober up.

As we were walking, we talked. She had just met “the crew” and
was full of questions. Seeking short cuts, I led her along the
mill creek, at one point reaching out to take her hand. Areas
of darkness alternated with places where the moonlight dappled
the ground.

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Nizar, a Syrian, helped to make this possible, as he was the only
freshman who looked old enough to buy without id. Albert, his roomate
from Alaska, helped to finance most of those purchases, although we
all chipped in.

When Rachelle showed up, I promplty helped her out of her coat
and took her down to show her off. She made quite a splash with
the guys, and seemed able to handle it well. Albert immediatly
challenged me to a game of “Shot Gammon”, backgammon where the loser
has to take a shot of the alcohol of the day. Rachelle whatched as
I lost several games in a row, finally taking the penalty of two
shots to get out of the game. By now, the main focus of the party
had moved to the common lounge area, where someone had yelled pizza!

Albert left, leaving the two of us alone in his room, which in my
state was not such a good idea. When he returned, he walked in to
see us making out on Nizar’s bed, and promptly apoligized before
leaving again. We could here him explaining to Nizar, who had some
trouble believing we could be doing such a thing on his bed.

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Administrator — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:47:28 +0000

Three o’clock Thursday, and the phone rings.

Rachelle’s voice plays across the line,

“Come on over, won’t you?”

Rachelle, a 19 year old sophomore at the local community college,
has a way of obtaining her desires…

“Sure, I’ll be by in about a half and hour…”

“And bring some smoke?”

“Ok, See ya”

We both came from the same small town, though I had not lived there long,
to a city of 200,000, supposedly to get a college degree. Albeit that
alone could have formed the basis of an alliance, Rachelle had caught my
eye well before I learned our future plans held common elements.

I had made her friendship a primary goal, though I certainly wouldn’t
have objected to intimate companionship. After we each had a chance to
get settled into our new surroundings, I called to ask her over;
to party, see my space and whatever came up.

Being new to the area, I had chosen to spend the first semester in
the Dorms. Much to my suprise, by the 4th week of classes, the whole
first floor began a regular routine of partying togethar on the weekends.

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I’ve balled quite a number of women since then, but they just haven’t even
come close to her. Just thinking of her while I jerk off makes my orgasm that
much grander. And needless to say, my hosts did get their contract!

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Finally, Elena said, “Okay, you can do it now!” Once more, I mustered all my
energy and started pounding into her. Just as I was about to come, she stuck
her finger up my ass hole and squeezed my balls, and I shot my load into her
hole. Quickly she pulled out my spurting cock, and I hosed her down,
splattering her face, neck, and tits with thick white cum. I squirted at least
twice my usual volume of semen, which surprised me. When my cock stopped
throbbing, there was a pool of cum flooding around her belly button. My head
was spinning and I could literally see stars!
Elena told me that she was trained since childhood in the art of pleasing a
man, and that she came from a long line of professional consorts, with
techniques and secrets passed on from mother to daughter.

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I tried to withdraw, but couldn’t. She began to rhythmically stroke my cock
with her vagina muscles, making her belly undulate like a belly dancer’s. It
felt so strange, yet so wonderful. I could feel myself starting to tense up.
But she knew what was going on: she reached down and grabbed my balls and
squeezed again that certain part, which deterred my urge to come. She continued
doing this for the longest time. A few times I was right on the verge of
exploding! The bed was just soaked from our sweat.

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She reached over and squirted a scented, flavored oil into her cunt. When I
asked about it, she said,”Waut and see.” My cock slid right in, and damn, it
was the hottest cunt I’ve ever been in! I pushed my cock as far as it would go,
pressing her down into the mattress. I could feel her vagina muscles really
tighten up. She looked into my eyes and gave me a devilish smile. But she
didn’t stop there — she was really squeezing hard now and had my cock in a
viselike grip! I’d never experienced anything like it.

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Her pussy was just begging to be eaten, so I went down on her. There wasn’t
much pubic hair to tickle my nose, and I stuck my tongue between her slit and
licked around her clit. I was very surprised to see her clit enlarge — to
about twice the size of clits I’ve seen elsewhere! Unlike most other women’s,
her clit was not overly sensitive, and I was able to suck on it, which really
delighted Elena. In a few minutes, I could feel her body stiffen. Then, she
started to shake violently as she acheived her first orgasm. I continued to
munch on her mound for the next hour, bringing her off twice more.

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We didn’t waste any time — she told me to shower up while she prepared
herself. When I had finished, I lay down on the bed in her spacious and
elegant bedroom. When she came in, I nearly creamed myself! There was
something special about her.
Elena lay down beside me and, as we kissed, I felt her hands fondling my
balls. She seemed to be searching for something as she felt around. When I
asked her what she as doing, she said, “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
Elena started to suck my cock voraciously — and I mean SUCK! It seemed as if
she was going to suck me dry! As she did this she squeezed certain parts of my
sac and balls. She knew exactly what she was doing: because just when I felt I
was going to come, she’d squeeze something and I’d pump four or five times
without ejaculating and lose some of my erection. Then, seconds later, she’d
suck my cock back to life and continue as before. Talk about ups and downs!
What she was doing was very different from the well-known “squeeze” technique.
She continued her maneuvers for about an hour and told me that it was to
build up my supply of cum. When I ejaculated, she promised, it would be a
sensational experience.

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Last year, I went to the Philippines on a business trip for my company. My
hosts, eager to please me in order to win a contract, were very accomodating.
A few days before I was to depart, they set me up with a beautiful and exotic
woman named Elena.
As it turned out, she was one hot number! To begin with, most Filipino women
are small, but Elena was six foot two. She was built like Lynda Carter of
“Wonder Woman” fame: long gracious legs, long jet-black hair, a nice curvy ass,
and big pointy tits with large nipples!

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As you pump
faster I bring one of my fingers to my pussy and insert it
into my hot wetness. I suck and squeeze harder and get you to
the point of no return…Are you ready to cum Hank???…cum
for me…I take the finger from my cunt and slowly insert it
in to you ass. As my finger goes into your ass, you start to
soot deep in my throat…cum…cum…I wiggle my finger and
you shot another stream down my throat but some of it drips
out of the side of my mouth. Your legs give out and you
slowly sink to the floor, letting your cock draw a line of
cum down my body as you go. I give you a wet hot kiss, my
thrist now quenched (for the time) and depart for the living
room.

Well as I round the corner from the kitchen I am greeted by a
sight of pure sex and lust…you all have started an orgy
that looks to have all the signs of lasting all night…and
as your hostass I am going to make sure that it does.

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Administrator — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:17:08 +0000

The Girls continue to lick and suck the cum from my body
finally I come back to my senses enough to sit up and give
each of the girls a kiss. Needing a break I get up but tell
the girls to continue, which of course they do. All of the
guys watch and stroke their cocks back to life. I go to the
Kitchen for a glass of water and Hank quitely follows me. As
I poor a glass of water Hank comes up behind me and I feel
his cock along the crack of my ass and his hand on my tits.
Hank begins to kiss and suck on the back of my neck while he
rubs my tits in such a way that it makes me want to cum
again. I am still so wet that as his cock slides down my ass
it slips right into my wet little slit. HMMM hank your cock
feels so good…Stick it in me…Please….Now…..and you
do. You cock slides right up my pussy in one stroke. I push
my ass back into you as hard as I can,…HARDER…DEEPER…I
can’t get enough of you cock…I push against the counter in
order to get more of you cock up my ravenous
cunt..faster…harder…HARDER…Hank your cock is so good I
want it everywhere….DEEPER…HARDER…we go at it for ten
full minutes and then it happens…I start to cum again, only
this time having your hard cock in me, my orgasm is a full
and wonderful one. As my orgasm subsides I have you pull out
so I can finish you my favorite way…so go ahead Hank fuck
my mouth with you cock…You start pumping your cock in and
out of my mouth as I suck you deep into my throat. As you
pump that cock of yours I start playing with your ball with
one hand while squeezing you ass with the other.

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Then I lay back on the verge of cumming and I start to really
frig my clit. I then have all the guys stand around me and
ask them all to cum all over me as I cum. As all the guys
stand around me pulling their cocks I can see the girls all
tying to find a good spot to watch the shower I am about to
receive. The girls all reach out and fill their hands with
the guys balls and start to rub and message them as the guys
jerk. With all these cocks only inches away and my fingers
working over time I begin to cum. Now sooner then I start to
scream in joy, I am blasted by a shot of hot cum from Nick,
it lands on my face and tits and feels great. That start a
chain reaction and I am covered in hot cum. By cleavage is
turned into a river of cum, and I am still cumming.

With the guys drained, I see Sexy little Lori come towards
me, with Leslie and the other girl stepping on to the table.
Lori removes my finger from my clit and replaces it with her
own as she sucks my cum covered nipple into her mouth.
Neuromances’s girl friend takes my other nipple into her
mouth and sucks on it while drinking as much of cum from my
tits as she can. Leslie then comes to me and tongues the cum
from my face and then gives me a long wet cum filled kiss.
I am still cumming and with a finale finger from Leslie in my
cunt I cross all the way over the fence and my cum literally
gushes from my pussy.

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Before I would go any further I ask you all to sit on the
floor around the table, and of course when you cum to my
table to feast your eyes on me, your dinner for the evening,
I expect you all to be naked or at least have your self
visible to me. The only other rule I would have would be that
no one would be able to touch me again until I cum for all of
you the first time.

I would then move so that I was in front of you Nick. I would
reach down and stick 2 fingers into my hot and juicy box and
pump then in and out while I tiddled my clit with the other
hand never taking my eyes off of your cock as you jerk off
watching me. After about 30 seconds I would back up so I was
in the middle of the table and bend over so that James and
Dick who would be behind me would get a great view of my ass
and my pumping fingers. I then move so I am sitting in front
of Tim and Leslie with my feet on the floor and my legs
spread wide. Tim and Leslie would be playing with each other
as they watch me. I would offer Leslie my cum coated fingers
to lick clean, which she would hungrily suck clean. I would
then role on to my stomach and stick a finger up my ass right
in front of Neuromance and his girlfriend. I would look back
to see her go down on him while he plays with her pussy and
ass. After removing my finger from my ass, in would move to
the three of you that I had not yet visited. Spacemaster,
Lori, and Hank. Lori you would be sitting between them on
your knees, much like the position I was in when I started on
the table, Hank would have 2 fingers in your pussy while
Spacemaster would have 1 up inside your hot little butt and
both of them would be playing with you tits. You lucky little
lady, would have a cock in each hand, stroking them like mad.

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Next, now totally Naked I would go to the 2
couples I invited, Neuromance and his girl and Tim Desanders
and Leslie. I would just get as close to the four of you as I
could and let 8 hands and 4 sets of lips have a few moments
of fun with me. I figure that all of this would only take 10
or 15 minutes, remember I just am trying to set the mood.

Now I dance my way back to the table, and slowly, sexually
get back up on it making sure you all get a good view of all
my curves, nooks and cranies. I would conclude my dance and
sink to my knees and spread them wide so my pussy lips part
and those of you in front on me could see my pink dripping
wetness. I then would start playing with my tits for all of
you. Slowly squeezing them and pulling my nipples. I would
then slowly bend my head down and bring my left nipple to my
mouth and suck it long and loud, and then replace it with my
right nipple and do the same. With my own spit dripping off
my nipples, I would let my fingers slide down my tummy untill
the reached the top of my slit.

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I would lower the top of the corset so that my breasts were
bared to one and all of you. I then would get off the table,
still dancing, and make my way over to you Hank. Standing in
front of you, I would start rubbing my nipples utile they are
rosy red and hard. I then would let you try and make them
harder with you touch and your lips. But not for too long for
there are other guests, so I reach down give your cock a nice
little pat though you pants and move on. Who next… Nick…
yes… I would let you suck my nipples nice and hard, but
like with Hank no to long. Next I would go to James Jason, I
have read that he has a 15″ cock and I would have to see if
this were true, because the way I dance it would be hard and
if it was not I would get it that way be fore I left. From
James I would move on to Sexy Lori. Because you sound like a
girl after my own heart, as well as a girl I would like to
get into, I would give you the honor of peeling my now
socking wet panties off ( I’ll have you now Lori that with
that simple action you will be the first girl to touch me in
5 years), but before you could do to much more then tickle my
love hole a couple of times I would have to move on. Next I
would dance between Rambler and Spacemaster and let them
slowly remove my stockings. Now since my feet would have to
leave the floor to remove them, I would have Dick Wilson
stand behind me to support me (I think you know where I want
your hands). After My stockings are removed I would give you
all a chance to feel me up good, but sadly for you I still
have more guests.

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I love to masturbate while being watched,
and have the watcher join me before it all said and done
with. So I would have a party with all of you there just to
watch me!

It would start like any other party only I would greet you
all at the door wearing a corset of red with black lace, a
nice little pair of red see thru panties, garter belt, hose
(probably black with a seem), and 4″ heels. I would greet you
all with a long deep wet kiss and then show you to the bar
area for some small talk and to get to know you all.

Once everyone was relax and getting those wonderfully warm
and tingle thoughts I would start my show. I have this
wonderful round table that I would put in the middle of the
room with all my furniture and pillows set around so you all
could get the best views. I would start a very sexy dance for
you all ( I have danced ballet for 20 years and am very good)
I think that I would spend a great deal of time just making
you all hot before I got to the point of taking anything off,
and I am sure that having all of your eyes on me would leave
my panties wet for you all to see.

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It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.

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Karen wasted no time grabbing Tims hard on and stroking it also. The other
girls were going crazy and cheering Karen on. When this happened I decided
to reach for her large chest and rub the melons that she stuck out at me.
As this was happening the music had ended and Tim and I decided we had
fulfilled our obligation and told the girls it was now their turn.

They decided that we put on a good show, but that we would have to
still earn our rewards. As the girls talked we picked up our clothes. When
they returned they decided Karen would be in charge of the rest of the evenings
activities. She then requested that I retrieve two clean bar towels for blind-
folds and the girls would place them on Tim and I. We were then seated side by
side and told that each of the girls would be placed in front of us and by
only touching their rears we were to be able figure out who was who. Each
girl that we were able to place correctly would have to return to our hands
with their skirts raised and the blindfolds removed for one minute. As the
first girl was placed in front of me I was told that I could reach out and
begin to try and figure out who she was. While sitting on barstools its
hard to judge height so it was tough to judge who was who. I was guessing
that my first girl was Denise because I knew for a fact that she had a
pretty good collection of thong underwear and this girl was obviously
wearing that style. The next girl was definitely Cathy, I could feel the
outline of her garter, but I was unable to find any underwear. While
perusing the following buttocks I had determined that this was Karen because
of her garter and the fact that I was able to find panties also. I now was
guessing that the last girl was Susan and I had a great time feeling her
rear and I event poked my hand under her skirt to feel some skin. When the
blindfold was removed I found that I was only correct on two occassions Cathy
and Karen. Worse yet Tim was only good on one occassion only guessing Karen.
So I requested that I receive Karen first and then Cathy. I couldn’t wait to
see that bare rear. As Karen moved in front of me I raised her skirt and
undid the garters in the rear, I then slid my hands inside of her small
panties and massaged her rear. By this time my minute was up and I brushed
my hand by her pussy and could feel her soaked panties. As soon as Karen
moved to Tim for his turn he pulled her to his lap and she began to rub her
pussie on his stiff member after a minute of this we had to pull her off of
him. Then Cathy moved in front of me and I pulled her skirt just high enough
to expose her cheeks to me but not show her pantiless crotch to the crowd. I
took Tim’s suggestion and pulled her onto my lap and as she rubbed against my
swoolen rod I fondled her breasts and begged to have my penis released from my
shorts. A minute or so later she got off my lap and left a wet spot on my
boxers. By this time Denise and Susan wanted some action and suggested that
we all move up towards the pool tables on the other side of the bar. When we
got there I said that if Tim and I could pick the girls by fondling their
breasts then they would have to strip to their underwear, for those that wore
them. The girls hesitated but then agreed, Karen decided that she should
probably sit out and I replied that we should get the opporitunity to fondle
her but she could retain her clothes. She agreed and we were blindfolded
again. The girls removed their bra’s and got in line. I was definitely not
going to screw this one up. Karen came to me first and it was obvious it was
her so I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her clitoris as I massaged her
breast. I was hoping that I would be able to convince her to remove her skirt
and top along with the others. Next was Denise as soon as I thought it was
her I rolled her nipple until she moaned and I was convinced that I wouldn’t
mistake her and Susan this time. Susan presented her chest next and again I
reached under skirt to rub her crotch, to wich she started her own grinding
motion on my hand. Last was Cathy and she placed her bare crotch on my leg to
be sure I knew it was her. I decided I would only fondle her chest
and make her wait to be pleased otherwise.

After the girls were slected correctly Tim and I took turns removing the shirts
and skirts from each girl, saving Cathy for last. As this went on Karen stood
there and watched. Obviously this was beginning to be a huge turn on, soon we
had two beautiful women standing in their sexy panties. The thong panties
that Susan had on were black lace and made Tim and I even hotter. Denise had
on a pair of white lace bikini cut panties that really accented her beautiful
ass. Both of these girls had just small ample breasts but both had the most
beautiful eraser size nipples that were standing as erect as possible. I then
turned to remove Cathy’s skirt and she was a little bashfull at first, because
of her lack of panties, but she soon gave in to the groups wishes as I slid her
skirt down her leggs. As Cathy stood their wearing just a garter and stockings
we all took the time to admire her neatly trimmed snatch. With three brunettes
in the room I asked Cathy if she thought Karen was really a true blonde or did
we actually have four brunettes here. We all suggested that she should have
to prove to us that she was a true blonde.

At first Karen resisted but when we told her that it wouldn’t go any further
than that and that it was only fair that she reveal her under garments she
reluctantly agreed. The girls decided that the Bride to be should be placed
on the pool table and we would disrobe her there. Tim and I lifted her to
the table and the group gathered around. Karen accepted the initiative and
seductively removed her shirt as she swayed to the music her large breasts
hardly swayed, this girl had one hard body.

She had on a red skirt with white stockings and Tim and I already knew there
was a red garter belt still to be seen. Next Cathy climbed atop the table to
help her remove her skirt. As she did so she began to massage Karens heaving
breasts, soon Karen was lost in the enjoyment. I then reached up to help Karen
out of her skirt and reveal the red garters and matching thonge underwear that
we had been waiting to see. Doreeen and Susan giggled as they told the group
that that was the lingerie that they had given Karen that very night for her
Bridal gift. Karen sort-of came to and admitted that the sexy lingerie was a
real turn on for her, so she changed into them just before the group left for
the bar.

Cathy was still massaging Karens breasts and Karen then sat down on the
table so that we could admire her more fully. When Karen was seated, Cathy
forced her to lie back and applied her mouth to Karen’s aching nipple. Soon
Susan applied her mouth to Karen’s other nipple, as Karen was enjoying the
treatment Tim and Denise were commenting on the moisture that was visible
on the red panties. Soon Tim was working on Karen’s well trimmed blonde
snatch as Denise was assistng. At this time I moved behind Susan to remove
her panties and Tim did the same to Denise. I then removed my own boxers to
find some relief for my aching hard-on. As Karen turned her head and saw this
she motioned for me to come over to her. Susan and Cathy saw this and helped
me climb atop Karen’s chest and place my cock into her mouth. This bride was
no stranger when it came to giving head and Susan and Cathy were assisting.
They had been taking turns fondling my balls and masasging Karens

breasts. As I could feel my balls begin to boil I could also sense that Karen
was about to cum from the attention that her box was receiving.
As we came just seconds apart, Susan and Cathy removed me from Karens mouth
and obliged to clean my now glistening shaft as I removed myself from Karens
chest, the two of them took turns on my rod.

As Tim replaced his tongue and fingers wtih his cock at the entrance to
Karen’s love box, she begged for him to insert his tool. Denise had then
asked the group if Karen should give head to a female before she was lost to
marriage. When the group agreed that she should, we assisted Denise and
placed her above Karen’s waiting mouth. Soon Karen was working on Denises
box as Tim was pounding on hers. I then began my own threesome with Cathy
and Susan.

We were all enjoying the rest of the, what turned out to be morning. When I
decided that I should be allowed to fuck the bride, the only problem was,
Denise was busy returning the oral favor when I wanted to insert my shaft.
So not to disturb the two ladies to soon I moved behind Denise who had her
pretty ass pointing right at me. I started by tongue-ing her hole and
admiring her beautiful cunt. When I felt she was ready to cum I stood up
and buried my cock into her tight hole. When Tim saw this he decided we
should make a train. He told Cathy to place her hot snatch onto Karens face.
Susan needed no hints and moved so that she could get her mouth under Denise`s
snatch and take turns licking her clit and my rod and balls as I slammed into
her from behind. The only peice missing was the caboose and Tim qucikly
supported Susan’s waist and began to fuck the daylights out of her.
This went on until we had all came at least once more and we had quite the
stained pool table. We switched partners over and over and we were all
exhausted when I suggested we get out of the bar before the morning cleaning
crew arrived. We all said our goodbyes as we dressed and wished Karen a
successfull marriage. We also added that if she ever needed a release of the
married life she could always call any one of us. Karen hasn’t called but
Susan, Denise, Cathy, Tim and myself have had a couple other private parties
for Birthdays or whatever we need to celebrate. As we will all be leaving
school soon we plan to get together for Homecoming and other events. I look
forward to these returns to my alma matter.

Chick Got Pimped

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I moved back to Cathy and danced with my back to her for a while until she
got up to dance with me. She moved in from behind me and began to rub her
crotch against my rear as her hands were on my hips and reaching for my
JOHNSON every so often. I took this opporitunity to turn around and allow
my hands to rome her firm hind quarters and feel the oulines of her garter.
As this was going on Tim was rubbing his body on Susan and I watched as he was
rolling her nipple through her shirt and after listening to Denises stories
about her I knew that it was really turning her on. I moved toward Denise
and began to rub her crotch with mine as I remembered that Tim had asked to
be with her already so I quickly moved back toward Karen and while I was
dancing in front of her I got very close to her and opened my boxers
enough so that only she could see my hard on. As I did this she was able to
free her hands and reach right into my boxers and stroke my tool. Tim saw
this and quickly came over figuring this would be our finally.

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At this point we couldn’t believe how horny these girls were and Tim had put a
claimer on Denise asking me who I thought I would have the best luck with and
I mentioned Cathy’s name. So I told him to tell Denise of our plans to tie up
the Bride and I would have Cathy bring my tie over to Karen and the two of them
could tie her up. When I told Cathy of this plan she thought it was great and
quickly moved over to Karen. When Cathy and Denise lightly tied-up Karen I
went over to Susan and told her she would be in charge of removing our pants.
After Karen was tied securely Tim and I moved in front of her and tried to
tease her as much as possible. I then motioned for Susan to come over and
while standing behind me undo the button on my pants and slowly tease Karen
while removing them. As the girls were chanting to have our pants removed,
Tim caught on quickly and had Denise do the same to him as we stood right in
front of the tied-up bride. As Susan was removing my pants she had no
problem brushing my hard on and adjusting my boxers so that nothing tried to
peak out. Being a lingerie nut all I could think about was the garter belts
that I knew were only an armlength away. As we danced around the bride who was
sitting, it was very easy to rub my groin lightly against her cheek as she
begged to have her hands released we could see her nipples standing at
attention and straining against the thin material of her shirt. We decided to
move to the others a little.

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Tim moved right over to Denise and began to rub his jeans up and down her thigh
as she rubbed his crotch from the outside. When I saw this I thought that
would work great to see if I could move Cathy’s skirt a bit. As I rubbed my
hard-on on her leg I was able to push the side of her skirt up for a litle
peak and was able to see the tops of her stockings attached to a garter belt,
blushed a bit she looked into my eyes and said “I still don’t have any
underwear on.” I thought I would lose it right there! I moved back to Susan
to try the same with her and she wasn’t quite so daring but didn’t mind
rubbing my penis a little thru my pants. Tim was working on Karen and I told
him of my newly learned trick so we danced on either side of Karen as she was
enjoying the attention and freely grabbing our groins and buttocks. She had
no idea that Tim had one side of her skirt up exposing her red garter and
shocking the shit out of Tim and myself. At this point we decided to slam a
little beer and go make more plans in the D.J. booth. I told him we could use
my tie to tie-up Karens hands and proceed to remove our pants as we had
promised.

Fondling My Nipples

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Being decent dancers we got underway. I started by dancing my way over to Cathy
who had quite the seductive little smile and I asked her to stand up and undo
my tie. As she did that she ran her hands all over my chest and began to undo
my shirt before she got very far I moved over to Susan while I was working my
way around the half-circle Tim had started on the opposite side with Denise
and was working his way towards me. I allowed Susan to finish unbuttoning
my shirt and she sat and ran her fingers thru my hairy chest. While Tim was
flirting with the bride I went up to switch records as I returned Karen had
Tim’s shirt off and couldn’t get enough of his upper body as I went over to
Karen she promptly removed my shirt and immediately began licking one of my
nipples.

While this was a real turn on I was surprised to receive this treatment from
the Bride to be. I told Tim to take it real slow so we kept our pants on and
moved from girl to girl when I went over to see how Denise was doing she tried
to reach into my pants and grab the tool that she knew had made her more than
happy on a few occassions before. As she did this I reached for small breasts
and rolled one of her nipples in my fingers through her shirt. I then removed
her hand from my pants and stopped by the Bride to show her the tent that
Denise had created in my dress pants and she reached out and gave it an
appeciative squeeze. Tim had put on another record while I made my way back
towards Cathy stopping by Susan’s table to let her admire the hard on that I
was carrying around.

Dancing

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They had started the bargaining session by offering to pay us and we declined
the offer of money but we did stipulate that after our show we would be
playing another game of our choice and they agreed. Obviously we didn’t
have any marble bags (G-strings) so we had decided that we would dance down
to our boxers. I just happened to have on a pair of paiseley ones and Tim
was wearing a striped pair. Tim and I went to the D.J. booth to select our
music and plan our dance. We also talked about how we would treat the bride.
Being both football players and good freinds we knew what kind of tool the
other was carrying, Tim has a rather long package while mine is rather thick
with average length. As we planned our attack we decided we would attack each
of the girls and save the bride for last. I had also decided that I would
return any favor that was bestowed upon me. As we came back to the dance floor
the girls were very responsive and had put together a collection of drinks for
us and a handfull of dollar bills. We told the girls that they had to sit at
seperate tables around the dance floor. This would be so they could feel free
to do as they pleased and we were hoping it would allow us to do the same. I
turned on the dance floor lights and the fog machine on. With the lights
rather low the fog would work great for hiding each of the girls who were on
the outsides of the dance floor.

Do some strip tease

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As the bouncers were getting the other people out of the bar the stag-ett party
had been cut in half and only four of the females remained. Most of the staff
had left, this left one of the bouncers and myself to tend to the females,
which included the soon-to-be-married mistress. The bouncer is a good friend
of mine and built like a piece of rock. He is 6′3″ and chiseled from stone.
I am 6′4″ and built well with little fat on my frame. The girls that remained
were Denise, a 5′2″ short haired brunette cheerleader whom I had dated a couple
times and is a very multi-orgasmic female who has a very tight rear and small
perky chest. Susan is also about the same exact build as Denise with long
brunette hair and a bit larger chest. Susan and Denise were also roommates
so I had heard some very good stories about her and she had also heard a few
about me, as it turns out Denise and Susan seem to share alot of stories.
That leaves Cathy and the Bride to be. Cathy is a waitress at the bar and
often times we would spend slow nights flirting with each other and her saying
that there is no way that I could keep up with her in bed. Nights like those
got to be very exciting as she wasn’t afraid to tell a guy just what she would
do to wear him out. Cathy is also known for wearing the tightest little skirts
to work, and would always make comments that she normally wore absolutely know
underwear. You have to understand that bar employees usually divulge some
pretty intersting information to each other. Cathy is about 5′5″ with medium
size chest and an ass and legs that can wear the shortest of skirts. She is
also a medium length brunette. The bride’s name is Karen and she is a blonde
that with rather large breasts and a workout build. Karen is about 5′7″ and
a serious hard-body, not real petite but very hard. Karen’s maid of honor was
Cathy so I was guessing that she had a good idea of what may be on the groups
minds as they staid after the doors were locked.

Obviously these girls were dressed to kill, all wearing skirts and small tops
to compete in the bar and tend with the heat while dancing. I was wearing
a sharp shirt and tie, while Tim had on his work uniform, blue jeans and a tux
shirt. I had always felt that the tux shirts on the bouncers helped to attract
the scantily clad women that came to the bar. After I had gotten the cash
register drawers into the safe I made up a round of shots for everyone and put
some music on from the D.J. booth. Tim was already working deals with Cathy.
The six of us went down to the dance floor to do some dancing as we allowed the
alcohol to take its effects.

Soon we were back at a table chatting when the girls described a little game
that they were playing earlier. The game is called I’ve-Never and is great at
parties that have people who aren’t afraid of divulging some secrets. You take
turns, while sitting in a circle, saying something that you have never done and
you think someone else in the party has. The game is played with honesty being
a requirement. For instance I would say I’ve-never wore a bra, and all the
girls would be required to drink (or do what the group has decided for that
game). So you have to keep thinking of things that you think maybe someone
else has done and you haven’t. As this game was going on it turned to all sex
related questions quickly and we found out just how far each person has
ventured into the world of sexuality. With the conversation being so sexual
and all the liquor we wanted on hand we were all getting very horny. After
about an hour of this I said that I had never done a strip-tease before, I
had an inclination that Cathy had done this before and it was true. As Cathy
was paying the price for being the only one who had stripped for anyone before
we made her tell us about it. After the story she had told us, the
conversation immediately switched to stripping and Karen, the bride to be,
was dissapointed that her friends were unsuccessfull in getting her a stripper
for her party and that for sure her fiance’ and his friends were probably with
one or more right now. Well this was getting to be to good to be true when the
girls began to ask Tim and I to put on a show for Karen it was like taking
candy from a baby.

She Got Pimped Gallery

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She Got Pimped Gallery
While Bartending and working as the assistant manager at a very popular
nightclub, while going to college, I experienced a very eventfull evening.
On this particular evening I was the floor manager which allowed me to roam
the bar and be sure that everything was running smoothly both behind the bar
and out on the floor. This was a great job to have because I was essentially
being paid to go out and have a great time. You see this bar was the most
popular bar in town for the college students, a nightclub atmosphere that
played a variety of music but catered to the dance scene.

Naturally, having this job and the fact that I also played on the football
team allowed me to meet a variety of people, some good some bad. On this
evening a group af girls came in for one of the girls stag-ett party. It was
around 11:00 p.m. when they arrived and I knew quite a few of them. The girl
who was being married was a friend of an old girlfriend of mine so I knew her
and some of the waitron’s that worked for me. As the night went on and the
females were drinking and dancing alot I was able to do some big time flirting
with the whole group. This is made even easier when you have the house bar-
tab to buy these women cocktails. At closing time,(1:00 a.m. in this state),
I told the girls they were welcome to stay and party after we closed the bar
for the night. It was common occaasion for a few of us that worked there
to sit around and have a very small party after we cleaned up.

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He walked into the local library and saw that Carolee was working behind
the counter. He had long noticed her and found her very attractive
and she always seemed to be very cheerful.. She was always dressed in
either a just above the knee dress with hosiery and high heels, or nice
fitting slacks with hose and high heels. Seeing her just drove him crazy
and he knew that he had to do some- thing about it today. He noticed
that today she had on a green dress and light black hosiery and a pair
of black pumps with 3″ heels. He waited till her area was vacant and
walked up. She smiled as she always did and he said “I know I am being
very forward but I would like to eat the crotch out of your pantyhose.”
She said “did I hear you correctly. Did you say something obscene to me?”
I said “I don’t think it was obscene.” “You want to eat the crotch out
of my pantyhose and you don’t think that is obscene.” “With you it could
never be obscene.” She said “I am married.” I said “it’s you I want to
do this to, not your husband.” She said “I’m not wearing pantyhose,
will you eat the crotch out of my panties?” “Only if you are wearing
them”, I said. “Finally a man who wants to do something with me. I wear
all sort of sexy outfits and lingerie and do you think he cares, the
rotten bastard. I think he is fucking his secretary, in fact I know he
bang- ing her ass. Yes, you can eat my crotch and then fuck my pussy.
Meet me after work at the far end of the parking lot.”

I met her after work and she got into my car and I drove to a deserted
area. She said she only had about half-hour but figured we could do
quite a bit in a half hour. We embraced passionately and then grooped at
each other. I going for her tits and she for my zipper. A minute later
she was stroking my cock and cooing while I teased her nipples with
my lips and tongue. “Eat my panties. Please, now while I am so hot.
Do it good, make me cum.” I got down on the floor of the car with her
in the passenger seat and slid her dress upward to her waist. She had
some great lingerie on. A full pink slip with lace all over the hem
and a black garterbelt and a pair of very pastel pink french cut tap
panties which were covered in lace. Her husband had to be nuts not to
be turned on. I centered the crotch part of the panties over her cunt
opening and started licking the crotch of the panties with my tongue.
Her panties got soaking wet and I could then taste her cunt juices and
smell them as her pussy was lubricating itself from the sexual attentions.
She started moaning passionately and asked me to pull the crotch of her
panties to one side and finger her for a moment. “your finger fucking is
driving me crazy,” she gasped with her breath cumming in shorts pants “Now
fuck me, please, now. I am going to cum fast so work me hard.” I slipped
my pulsating hard cock into her hot box and lunged in and out. She said
“stop a second and leave me straddle you. I want deep penetration.”
We moved and she straddled me and I entered her cunt again. She slammed
down on me hard and kept there wiggling her cunt all over my cock.
At the same time I wet one finger and started working it up her ass. As it
went into her ass all the way she let out a deep long moan and screamed
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, fuck me, drive your hot finger in my ass. Oh,
fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I erupted shortly thereafter.
Afterwards she said “it was great, we can’t make it a habit: I’m married
and got three children but I think we could get together at another
time and place. I still owe you my pantyhose and you owe me eating the
crotch of them. Don’t push me at anytime and I will leave you know when.
It could be a day or a week, it could be a year. Be content and think
of someday in the future.” With that she kissed me and left.

I saw her numerous times in the library but never made any overatures
or any wisecrack remarks. I wanted her again and just had to wait. I am
divorced but I wasn’t lacking getting pussy. She was just so different.
Where my exwife was a redhead she was blonde. Where my wife was tall,
she was short. She weighted about 118, my wife about 142. Whenever I saw
her she just smiled or suggested a certain book or tape to use.One day
after my being absent for about a week I was in the library when she
approached me in the fiction section and said” Rod, I need to see you
tonight if possible. I have been waiting three days for you to come in.”
I said “meet me at 9:00 at the end of the lot.” At 9 pm she was there,
got in my car and we drove again to a deserted spot. She said” Rod, the
first time you said you wanted to eat the crotch out of my pantyhose but
I had none on, tonight you get your wish. Put your hand up my skirt.”
I felt her pantyhose covering her legs and thighs and in her pussy area
she had on a pair of lace panties covering her pantyhose. She said “you
can eat both my lace panties and my pantyhose. Bring me off with your
tongue and you will experience one of the best blowjobs you ever had,
and I will swallow all your creamy cum.” Once again I got down between
her legs and with her nylon clad legs spread wide I started licking
her panties which were pulled snug up against her pantyhose crotch.
I could smell the female aroma drifting from her crotch area. It set my
hormones rushing. “Carolee, you pussy smells so sexy, the aroma is driving
me horny. Do all pantyhose come with “essemce of sweet cunt perfume.”
Replying she said “everyday for the last three days I have thought of you
and before I came to work I fingered my pussy till it was sopping wet
just to get the aroma of my cunt in my panties and pantyhose for you.
In fact one day I frigged myself so hard I popped my pussy right then
and there. Lick me harder and I will come off for you. Oh, Rod, your
tongue feels so good and drives me wild. Quick remove my sexy red lace
panties, I am getting there and I want your tongue as close as possible.”
In a flash her panties were off and I was licking on the crotch of her
white nylon pantyhose. “Im cumming, oh Rod, I’m cumming, harder with your
tongue, drive me wild, oh it feels so good. What a great cunt lapping you
gave me.” A minute later she said “now you.” I got up in the seat and she
took her panties and hung them on the rearview mirror. “Since it’s dark
and hard to see look at my cunt wet panties of fine lace and think of
my pussy in them while I blow your stem off.” She went down on me and I
thought a meat grinder was on my cock. She reached up and grabbed the red
panties off the mirror and massaged my balls with them while sucking on
my pipe. She twisted, pulled and slurped that thing ninty nine different
ways and I was hoping to learn the hundreth way when my cock erupted.
“Oh, oh, I’m cumming, oh chew my cock, oh, suck my load out of me, oh
swallow my cream. Oh fuck me with your mouth. Work my balls with your
lace cunt smelling aroma panties Oh! Oh!” and I was drained. Two minutes
later she asked”do you want to fuck me or watch me jerk my pussy off.”
I said “I am to pooped to pop but would love to watch you finger fuck
yourself.” She sat there, lifted her rearend up off the seat and removed
her pantyhose. With her legs spread apart facing me,she slowly fingered
herself into a real screaming orgasm. All the time she had been fingering
herself she was saying the most obscene sexy things imaginable. I felt
sorry for her husband who had this firecracker and was leaving it slip
into my hands. She just needed attention. Finishing I told her she could
wear garterbelts and stockings if they were more comfortable. She said
she preferred to wear them and I said I preferred to see her in them.
I said the only reason I ever mentioned pantyhose was because most women
wore them in this day and age. She said not her or her daughters, who
both wore garterbelts when they wore hosiery.

We made a date to meet two nights from then. She said she could stay out
late as her husband would be out of town. “His out of town, I think he
is fucking his girlfriend outside the city limits, the rotton bastard.”
She asked if we could go to my place and we did. We arrived at my
apartment and I ushered her in. I fixed us drinks and we went into the
bedroom and two minutes later we were naked and fucking. After we both
came she said she had tape-recorded her husband when he was talking to his
secretary on the phone. She had the tape in her pocketbook and played it
for me. She had him by the balls they way he was professing love for his
secretary, Claudia and the names he was calling her like “sweet cunt,you
hot little box you, lucious tits, gravy pussy, my fuck bunny” and things
like that. It was really getting to Carolee and she started bawling.
I comforted her as best I could. I finally asked her what she was
going to do about it. She said that a showdown was in order with him.
I also asked about her children, Lizabeth who was sixteen, Beverly who
was fifteen and Bret who was thirteen.She said they would have to roll
with the punches. I said that’s basically what my son Steven did when
he and his mother divorced. I asked her how her and Gene met or got to-
gether as a permanent arrangement. She told me as follows.

She did a chhronigally list of her dates with Gene. Number denoting date.
She said as you can see we fell hard for each other and things progressed
quickly.

1. Having known Gene for a while I was surprised when he asked if he
could come over to my house after school. I was also pleased that he
asked as I had a crush on him. My mom and dad were at work so we talked
and ended up kissing, very deep kissing on the sofa

2. Next time over to my house, his hands progressed to my tits,
feeling them through my blouse and bra.

3. Third time he had my tits out and was sucking on them. I did not
let him know my cunt was on fire. I wanted to grab his cock but I didn’t.

4. Fourth date my breasts were out, my nipples hard as rocks, his hot
hands had traveled up my legs, past my stockings and garterbelt and
into my red panties. I had his cock out and was stroking it. I thought
things were progressing to fast but I did not want to stop. This wasn’t
the first time a boy had his hands in my panties but this time I knew
it was destined to go farther.

5. Fifth date my tits are out, my skirt bunched about my waist, my
pastel blue panties are on the floor, my legs are apart with Gene finger
fucking my pussy while I am hysterical with the thrill. I am screaming in
pleasure as he fingers my pussy over the top. I then played with his cock,
he asked me to put it in my mouth. I asked if he would put my pussy in his
mouth and he said yes so I put his cock in mine and licked it and sucked
it till he came. I tried to swallow as much cum as I could. Afterwards he
put his head between my nylon clad legs and with his hard tongue in my
snatch. he ate my cunt off. I won’t go into details how he ate me, just
that I came and came good. My first time with a male was in- credible.

6. The sixth date I had panty hose on which he said he didn’t like.
He said he was strickly stockings and garterbelts. I had no problem
with that. I had worn garterbelts since I was twelve after I told mom I
didn’t like panty girdles. Mom said “Carolee, I wish I had the figure for
garterbelts like you do, but I don’t but you do, but you can wear them
instead of panty girdles.” Later I found out Gene liked to look up his
sister’s dress when the opportunity arose and she also wore garterbelts
and tap pants which revealed a lot of hair and pussy. Later on I told
his sister about Gene looking up her dress but it did not bother her any.
Maybe she liked the forbidden thrill of exposing herself to her brother,
I don’t know. We ended up getting completely naked and sixty-nining each
other to a orgasm.

7. The seventh date was almost the same as the sixth except I was back
to sexy garterbelts and while eating and fingering each other we talked
about fucking and did we want to do it. Yes, we decided we wanted to
fuck and as soon as we could get some rubbers for protection. Also this
time while eating my cunt Gene slipped his finger into my asshole region.
It felt funny there.

8. In school Gene said he had made a rubber connection so that we
could fuck whenever we were ready. I think I was fucking ready about
date two. He came over after school, I having arrived fifteen minutes
ahead of him. I had selected a pretty dress and lingerie for this, my
cumming out party. Another stroke of luck was that both parents would
not be home till about eight o’clock and it was only three-thirty now.
He arrived and we went into a long embrace. He told me that I looked
very beautiful which I know I did and I am not bragging. I was beautiful
brunett with the right figure, the right curves and a very pretty face.
I had no flaws. I slowly stripped Gene and then asked him for the rubber,
which he gave me and I rolled it down onto his pulsating hard cock.
I told him to sit down as I was going to strip for him. The dress was
actually a two piece affair so I took the top off which left my full pink
color slip showing. The whole bodice area of the slip was frilly lace.
Next came the bottom part of the dress which had the whole hem in pink
and white lace. I then asked him to help me re- move the slip which
he did. He starred at me and my sexy legs, the beige nylon stockings
being supported by my pink garterbelt, my black lace bra and my black
lace tap panties. His eyes bugged out of his head and I thought he was
going to shoot his load right there in the rubber but then he calmed down.
I was as hot sexually as he was. I slipped off my bra and dangled it in
his face and then I walked over to him, slid my tap panties crotch area
to one side and sat down on his cock. As lubricated as I was it went
in, met some resistance and went all the way in. Yes, we fucked till
we both came.I heard bells, sirens and whistles. My body never felt so
good till then. Afterwards I got off, slid the rubber off of his cock,
put the open end up to my mouth and sucked the creamy cum out of it into
my mouth and swallowed it. I said to him”My first fuck and I get to eat
it also.” He frenched kissed me. We fucked three more times and he left
about seven-thirty.

9. Yes we fucked, fucked more and then he reamed his finger into
my asshole. I thought I was going to shit. After getting over that feeling
I knew we had some- thing else where sex was concerned. We both reamed
and rimmed each others ass- holes that day till he had to go home.

10. He fucked me in the ass. I loved it. It was totally awesome. We did
not use a rubber for this and that hot cream flowing in my ass cavity
was so warm and erotic. To this day I am not sure what feels better,
a cunt fuck or an ass- hole fuck. As you can see in ten dates I learned
it all. That part I have never regretted and would do the same thing
over again without remorse. Yes, we did many things together besides sex.
It was a great relationship for a number of years but things change and
values change.

We graduated from high school, went away to college together and fucked
for the whole four years. After college we married, had two girls and
a boy who are now sixteen, fifteen and thirteen. About ten years ago I
think he had an affair but that seemed to peter out but this one is to
much and he is going to be history. I just can’t take the cooing and
lovey-dovey shit he hands her on the phone. I know I am sneakey the way
I found out but that the ways it goes. We then kissed and she said “Rod,
will you fuck me in the ass, I need it bad.” I gave it to her good.She
screamed, yelled, clawed and what have you. I was equally thrilled as I
had never fucked a women in the ass before.We then had a regular cunt
fuck and then she left. Before leaving she said “I have some things to
sort out, will you please stay away from the library till I sort them
out.”With regrets I said I would.

Three nights later I arrived home from work and Carolee was there waiting
for me. She told me she had her showdown with Gene and that they would
file for a divorce. He was in love with Claudia who was fifteen years
younger (mid life crisis and young stuff syndrone for him). She said he
would move out this week- end. He moved out and she filed. Eventually her
kids got used to the thing of their mother dating. When she received
the final divorce from Gene we married and she and her kids moved in
with me to a new house Carolee and I purchased.

Four years later my son started dating Lizabeth, who was twenty and
Carolee was always on her because she never wore panties, even when
dressed up . When I told my son about this girl who never wore panties
he zerod in on her. Today they are married and have two children. So I
am Lizabeth’s step-father but also her father in law. Carolee and myself
have been married about twenty years now and have no regrets. The sex is
tremendous and the companionship is great. Gene and Claudia lasted about
six years and now Gene is a lonely man who drifts from woman to woman.
Something how this all started by my saying something sexy to Carolee in
the library. Yes, she still works there, and every once in a while I walk
into the library, get her alone and say “I want to eat the crotch out
of your sexy lace panties”and she says “meet me at the other end of the
parking lot after work.” We meet and I eat her panties there. It’s great.

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Oh, diary! I can’t wait till next week–I’ve already thought of
another way to corner him, and I somehow don’t think he’ll put up much of a
fuss. But I’d better delete you, or someone might find you and post you to
the Net…

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Black Girl Pool
I lay back,
gasping, feeling all over the way my breasts once felt when my babies
nuzzled for their milk. My clit was pulsing, and I could feel Tom savoring
the pulses with his gentle mouth and tongue, holding very still. He was
very attentive afterwards, by the way. He offered to wipe off my boobs,
but I wouldn’t hear of it–said it would be our little secret–so he
helped me into my bra and sweater “as is,” which we both thought was
terribly exciting, and he said kind things, and then looked at his watch
and jumped a foot–ran for his bus, and his little family, and I stayed to
clean up, and shredded the printout, and drove to Ringo’s with an hour to
spare.

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Well, diary, as you can imagine, this unexpected stroke of genius set
Tom on fire! He started in rubbing my breasts too, and kissed me for a long
time–didn’t seem bothered by the taste of his own cum on my mouth–and
then swapped places with me. He raised my skirt and helped me off with my
panties–light blue silk, of course, with “Monday” embroidered on the
bottom–and I spread my knees wide so that he could get in close with his
lovely head. As I had suspected, Tom knew exactly where to go. At first he
slipped his tongue into my vagina, and gathered up juices for lubricating
me–though I was pretty much wet all over by now, anyway–and slowly worked
his way up to my aching, hungry “little friend.” At first he licked around
a bit, spreading labia and locating my clitoris. I felt free to grab his
head and point him in the right direction, and give him clues with my
hands, about rhythm, and before long he had settled into a light, tongue-
tip, tripping movement right at the base of my clit that was like nothing I
had ever experienced (certainly not with Chuck! And, NO, dear diary, do not
ask me about anything before that!). I began humping his face, and held on
for dear life, and squeezed him with my thighs, and letting go of little
whimpers, and finally just flew to the purple place (don’t ask), and
thousands of colored lights went in my pussy and in my head.

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Ebony Sexy Girl
“God,” he said. “That was GREAT.” Yes, but no different, I’ll bet, dear
diary, than other girls had done for him in times gone by. I needed to
think of a way to _really_ get his attention–he’s a keeper–and it was
then that I had, dear diary, the first really kinky inspiration of my life!
I hadn’t swallowed at all and was holding his entire load of sweet cum in
my mouth. I cupped my right hand and slowly spat the whole mouthful into
it, and held up my left hand and divided the whole blue-white mess between
the palms of both hands. I then cupped them over my boobs and smeared the
cum all over both sides, till they gleamed like they had been polished.

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Mouthful Of Meat
He looked a question at me and I nodded and hummed, “mmh-hmm” with my mouth
full of penis, so he caught on and held my head tight and began–I have to
use the word–_fucking_ my mouth. His hips went faster now, and his cock
pumped away inside my head for what seemed a long time–my lips got numb,
anyhow–and then he stiffened all over and suddenly I felt something hot
and _very_ slippery go all over the inside of my mouth. It seemed to come
gushing in waves, and the taste was strange–like salt, pepper, and milk
all at once. It was new to me, and after all these years, too, but I liked
it. I held just the head of his cock inside my mouth until he had calmed
down, then slipped it out and stroked it with my left hand, looking right
in his pretty eyes the whole time.

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My mouth got pretty wet right
away, like it does whenever it has anything in it, and this made everything
slippery and added to the fun. I slid my mouth up and back down, up and
back down, slowly at first and then a little faster, trying to get with the
rhythm I could feel in his hip movements and the rocking of the chair. He
seemed to really like looking into my eyes as I did this, and watching his
wet cock disappear part way into my face and back out again, over and over.
Well diary, I had half intended to pull away and let him come on my
boobs or whatever, but he was _such_ a gentleman that he hadn’t put his
hands on my head, so I decided to encourage him to go all the way. I
reached up and took both his hands and put them in my hair, and squeezed
them so that he got a handful of hair on each side of the back of my head.

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Pimped Ebony
I knew what
guys expect of girls in this position, and I had it in mind to give it to
him, too, but one wants one’s own share of the action. I could barely bring
myself to talk–not wanting to interrupt the flow, so to speak, but said:
“Can I have a turn too?” And–oh, diary! He reached down and clasped both
of my shoulders, and said, “Anything you want–and you don’t have to do
anything you don’t want!” Well, you see, it was worth the risk of asking.
My knight in shining armor. I felt better about going down on him, then,
which I have pretty well managed to avoid doing with Chuck…
So, diary, where were we? Oh, yes! Kneeling on the floor in front of a
fine knight, with his cock in my hand! So I decided to give him the best I
could do. At five-thirty in the afternoon, you know, a man’s jockey shorts
tend to go a bit sour, and Tom’s penis smelled a bit like sweat and old
pee. But to my surprise, for once I found this actually exciting. I held
his scrotum gently in my left hand, and gently took each testicle into my
mouth, then slowly ran my tongue all the way up the underside of eight good
inches of visibly throbbing penis. At the tip, I looked up and found him
gazing intently down at me with his beautiful eyes. Watching him watch, I
parted my lips and let my head slide gently down onto his cock, feeling it
fill my mouth and press against my tongue.

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They
aren’t _huge_, just _real nice_, and have held up beautifully for all that
I’m, I admit it, forty. I gave them to him to play with, and he was _such_
a gentleman, always trying to give the one as much attention as the other.
He would lean forward and lift one to his mouth, and I would arch my back
and let him suck like a baby until the nipple stood up high and goose bumps
raced around on my shoulders–then switch sides until both nipples looked
the same. Ah, diary, it was Heaven! Then we kissed some more, and he put
his tongue deep in my mouth, which was not as much fun for me, but I know
better than to state my preferences on a first date.
Next, I–but do I have to tell this part? Diary, you are so cruel! Next
I curled my thumb and forefinger around his thrumming cock, and slowly
cruised them up and down the shaft. He leaned back in the rocker and
moaned, and thrust out his pelvis, fairly aiming at my face.

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She Got XXX Pimped
Tom tried to talk his way out of it even then, but I just put my mouth
up to his and kissed him, and he simply melted! Didn’t grab at me like
Chuck does, just stood there all atremble and gently put his tongue in my
mouth. I guided his hands onto my breasts, and the bulge in his pants
became even more noticeable. I felt so dizzy I could hardly stand,
but somehow I managed to find his zipper and get it undone. I put my
right hand in and freed a nice manly medium-sized penis, and held it while
we kissed and kissed.

Well, diary, I suppose you know the rest–oh, you want more? Insatiable
hussy! All right, well, I helped Tom out of his pants and made him sit in
Chuck’s chair–the only one in the office with arms and that has that
rocking motion. I knelt right in front of him–I can’t believe I’m saying
this, but it’s just what I did–and held my arms straight up, and he helped
me out of the cashmere. I reached back and unhooked my bra–the blue silky
low-cut one that I use with the sweater–and he looked like his eyes would
pop out his head when my boobs settled on his lap in all their glory.

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Administrator — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 14:22:09 +0000

Nailed Ebony Chick
Tom didn’t hear my move, but he set the printout down with a shaky hand
and turned as if to go. I leaned back on the door, with my hands behind me.
I had on my most effective sweater, the v-neck with just a hint of
cleavage, a light blue cashmere, and matched it with the most vulnerable
expression my face could manage. It’s a man-killer; has worked on Chuck
every time on, well, _lots_ of occasions, and gotten me out of a lot of
speeding tickets too. Tom could hardly throw poor little me aside and run
away, so he had to hear me out…and I made a point of not talking too
much. I just lowered my eyelashes, and said I needed a hug, and got one,
too, and though he tried to hold himself away and just squeeze my
shoulders, I snuggled up my “best features” to his chest, and managed to
put an arm around his lower back and pull his hips in a little closer (just
like high school days!) and, yep, sure enough, he had a serious bulge in
his pants already.

She Got Pimped

Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:41:47 +0000

She Got Pimped Diary
12/12
I lay awake thinking about it all night. Diary, I have it! He’s a
computer whiz. I’ll have him stay late to fix–you! I’ll conveniently lose
my password and have him get in with a utility or something and print you
out. While he’s puzzling you over, I’ll try to get his attention.

1/10
It worked. Oh, Diary, he’s just the way I imagined him. You want the
details? But that’s sooooo embarrassing. But you were a great help to me,
so I’ll tell you all about it.
I explained to Chuck that I had lost important stuff in the computer
and would stay late to fix it. Chuck hates the computers. He likes
football. So, as it was Monday, I suggested he go down to Ringo’s and watch
Monday Night Football on the big screen, and I would fix my directory and
then join him at eight. He fell for it, dear Chuck, and cleared out of here
at five. Tom was getting ready to leave, too, so Chuck never gave him a
thought, _but_ Tom always catches the five-ten bus and that gave me the
time I needed to work up my courage and call him over to my desk. He was
very understanding and obliging, as always, and called home to say he’d be
late, and stepped right over, eager to be of service. My knight in shining
armor! I even said so, and would you believe it, he _blushed_.
I suggested we work from the terminal in Chuck’s office, where the
printer is for our workgroup, and we went in. I left the door open at
first; Tom is skittery with ladies and I didn’t want to scare him off
before I had a chance to set the hook. He cracked the directory in no time,
printed you out, read over the first couple of paragraphs to make sure you
were OK, and became, oh, terribly quiet. At this moment I closed and locked
the office door.

Ebony Chick Diary

Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 14:28:52 +0000

Ebony Babe Gallery
12/10
I thought of something. Not much: Tom is into goodies, so I lend him
money for the snack machines downstairs. He always pays back the very next
day, darn him, but I’ve got him trained to find the change in a little red
pill box in my upper right-hand drawer. I can leave him a note! But it has
to be something he wouldn’t be offended by, or that Chuck can’t figure out.
What could that be? I’m getting the shakes just thinking about it. If he
steps over here right now I’ll probably spill my coffee! No, no notes.
Risky.