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Strip Poker

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Erin had no idea what she was getting into when she agreed to attend an old friend’s “Game Night”. Then again, she couldn’t really know as she wasn’t given any details. Her suspicions became aroused when she couldn’t get any information out of her friend. All she got was that she would have fun. So it was with no small amount of trepidation that she got ready on Saturday. Without knowing what kind of “games” were going to be played, she dressed conservatively. She figures that a knee length, maroon skirt combined with a white, off the shoulder top and flats for shoes should be just fine. Since it was a warm night, she decided to go without the pantyhose.

She pulled up to the house at a few minutes past eight in the evening. She knew she was late, but couldn’t help it, having been caught in traffic halfway there. As she exited the car, she noticed there were a lot of cars, parked in various areas around the house. Erin knew that her friend, Fiona, and her husband, Harold, were comfortably well off and their home showed it. The house itself sprawled out over a couple of thousand feet. From the looks of it, there had to be at least a couple of dozen people there already. She walked to the door and knocked hearing the music and voices from inside. The door swung open and there was Harold, dressed in brown slacks and a white shirt unbuttoned to his chest. Erin had always thought he was good looking, but the way he looked now, she could feel a wetness begin to form in her panties. Seeing her standing there, a smile spread across his face, and the wetness exploding, soaking her underwear.

“Erin,” he exclaimed, reaching out to grab her arm and pull her inside, “so glad that you could make it.” He let go of her arm only to pull her into a tight hug. Leaving one arm draped around her, Harold guided her into the living room. She looked around and saw no one else she recognized. Just as she was about to comment on this fact, she caught sight of Fiona, standing off the to side with a group of women. Evidently, Harold saw her also, because he steered her that direction. He spoke with a bright note in his voice. “Look who’s here, darling,” with a gentle nudge forward, he let go with his arm and almost immediately Fiona’s were around her. As Fiona kissed her warmly on each cheek, Erin took a whiff of her perfume and her knees went a little weak. She had always thought that Fiona was attractive, but just like her husband tonight, she was dazzling. She was dressed in a shorter than knee length dark blue dress that dipped daringly in the front to expose most of her creamy breasts. There was a slit up the side that showed her thigh off to a wonderful degree.

After the introductions were made all around, Erin began to feel more comfortable and talked to the people around her. At some point in the evening, she felt a drink being pressed into her hand, and sampled it, tasting the alcohol mixed with cola. After the conversation had gone on for a while, Harold came back over and whispered in Fiona’s ear. Listening carefully, she nodded in agreement and moved with him to the center of the room. With on hand on his wife’s elbow, he raised his voice to get everyone’s attention. Everyone quieted drown and Erin wondered what was going on. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he spoke with an authoritative voice, “for those who have been to one of our gatherings before, we welcome you back. And for those who are hear for the first time,” he fixed his eyes on Erin and she felt the dampness between her legs return, “we hope that you enjoy yourselves, as much as we’ll enjoy having you.” Erin couldn’t tell, but thought that there was an odd inflection on those last few words. With a grand sweep of his arm, he continued, “and now, to the part you’ve all been waiting for!” Spontaneous applause broke out at the announcement and Fiona had to wait for several beats before she could continue where Harold had left off.

“Many of you know how this goes, but just as a refresher,” she moved over to a large bowl set along one wall, “everyone is going to come and get a poker chip from the bowl and whatever color you get, that’s the room that you’ll go to.” She reached in and drew a green chip, flourishing for the entire room to see, “so, who’s next?” Quickly, everyone lined up and began to draw their chips, an excited buzz in the air. From what Erin could tell, there were 5 colors of chips, red, blue, green, white, and black. When it came to her turn, she reached in and drew out a blue chip. She felt a slight pang of disappointment that she didn’t have the same color as Fiona, but her spirits brightened when she saw Harold was holding a blue chip also.

Slowly, the crowd began to disperse into the different rooms, Erin took her chip and followed behind Harold as he walked into a room marked by a blue piece of construction paper taped to the door. Inside, there was a poker table table set up in the center with chairs all around. Along the walls, there were couches sitting at the very edge of the light cast by the single light bulb hung over the table. Looking around the table, she saw there were already 4 people seated, 2 men and 2 women. There were only two chairs left, on opposite sides of the table. Looking closer at the table, she realized something was missing and, just as Harold was about to sit, she snagged his arm and pulled him to the side.

“Explain something to me, what exactly is going on here?” she whispered just loud enough for his ears alone, “I mean, I can tell that we’re going to be playing poker, but all I see are a deck of cards. There aren’t any chips. And why the separate rooms?” Confusion tinged her voice as she tried to figure it all out. Harold’s face took on a sly smile as he trailed a finger down her cheek and replied.
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Girls Night Out

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My best friend Sandy and I have worked together for 2 years. We have taken trips together, gone out drinking, had some good times. She has recently divorced, while I am happily married. Last weekend, we decided to we needed a girls’ night out. We decided to have a male friend of mine drop us off at the club for a night of drinks and pool. We were dressed for a night of fun, both of us in black dresses, mine tight black velvet with a plunging neckline, hers rather short, showing off her ample thighs in black fishnet stockings. Six inch spiked heels for both of us, topping off our attire.

When we arrived at the club, Jake left us, rather reluctantly, at the front door. I noticed a group of young men standing in the parking lot, all of whom just so happened to notice us. We entered the door, paying our cover fee, and obtaining our cues. We have a particular waitress we both prefer, and she noticed us right away. After ordering our drinks, we began to set up the table for a game of nineball. Heads were beginning to turn right away as I bent over the table to square the rack. The hem of my dress rising to expose the top of my stockings. The waitress arrived with our drinks, and we were on our way to a rather enjoyable evening. The table beside us had now been occupied by 3 of the young men I had noticed in the parking lot.

Sandy and I are pretty good at pool, better than most, I suppose, but she was getting the better of me, as we joked and teased each other about the game. The guys at the next table seemed to enjoy our rivalry. I had to make a rather difficult shot, and from my angle, my only chance was to sit on the corner of the table, and angle my shot at the side pocket. As I climbed up onto the table, being certain not to completely close my legs, I stradled the corner pocket just enough to allow a slight glance at my crotchless black satin panties. Sandy was standing behind me, eyeballing my shot, her long hair brushing across my shoulders. I noticed the guys had now stopped to take a good look. The waitress came over to refill our drinks, and I missed my shot, to Sandys’ enjoyment. One of my heels had fallen to the floor while I was on the table, and now, before me stood a tall, rather handsome blue eyed fellow. He bent over to pick up my heel,and his face was now inches from my crotch. Looking down at him, I could tell by the smile on his face, he was enjoying this. Placing my heel onto my foot, he stood, taking my hand to help me down. His two friends came over and we all introduced ourselves. The young man who had helped me out was Shawn. The guys asked if they could buy us a drink.

Sandy and I agreed, and soon we were all laughing and shooting pool, Sandy and I teasing the guys as we would bend over way too far to make our shots. Soon, one of the guys, Dave, said we should place bets on our game. We agreed to play teams, Sandy and I against Dave, Shawn, and Brian. I wasnt fond of the odds, but the losers paid the table fees, so the game was on. The waitress came over with a round of drinks, and I was beginning to feel the few I had already drank. It was my turn to make a shot, and I stumbled as I leaned down to eyeball the angle. Shawn came to my aid, once again, as I laughed and leaned against the table. Placing his hand on my hip to steady me, he stood behind me, leaning down close to my face as I felt his hand slide up my dress. Sandy and the guys were sitting on stools in the corner talking and laughing, both guys with their eyes glued to her. Of course, I missed my shot as Shawns’ hand slid further up my dress and across my ass. Turning around to face him, he kissed me, his tongue brushing across my lips. Sandy and I were both rather intoxicated by this time, and she asked if I needed to go to the little girls’ room, I said yes, and the guys ordered another round of drinks from our waitress as we walked away. In the restroom, Sandy and I decided these guys were hot enough, and we wanted to see what else they were good at.
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Dinner For Three

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It was one of those business dinners, I thought.

My husband has a small but very successful company and deals with a lot of corporate clients so we are frequently entertaining clients at restaurants. This was to be another of those.

“What should I wear?”.

“Whatever you like”

Then he said “What about the blue leather suit?”

I know it’s one of his favourites, he had it made for me. A pretty aqua blue suit, waist length jacket, skirt about 3 inches above the knee with a split in front of the left leg to mid thigh. Tends to show stocking tops if one is wearing suspenders and stockings as I frequently do.

Hmmm I thought to myself, better dress appropriately for this occasion. It could be fun.

We arrived at the restaurant on time and were shown to our table, set for three.

“Our guest on his own?” I enquired of my hubby.

“Yeah, he rang earlier today to say his partner couldn’t make it. Why don’t you take your jacket off, it’s not to cold in here”.

It was autumn and cool outside, but very pleasant in the restaurant.

“No I’m fine,” I said. Just then our guest arrived at the foyer.

“Mark, over here” my husband called.

I watched this tallish good looking man walk towards us, early to mid thirties I thought, dark wavy hair, very nicely dressed in a business suit, shirt and tie all matching perfectly. Wouldn’t mind seeing his muscular frame without his clothes I thought to myself and started to get that familiar warm feeling in my crotch.

“Hi Rob, good to see you” he said to my husband “and you must be Catherine. I’ve heard so much about you but Rob didn’t do you justice.”

Now that warm feeling started to become a wet feeling, I was definitely beginning to get very horny. Being paid a compliment from a very good looking young man when you are in your forty seven is quite a turn on. Not that I’m not well preserved mind you. I look after myself and am quite proud of my 36 26 36 figure. My legs are my greatest asset though, I always wear stilettos and at this stage Mark hasn’t seen my legs.

“Thank you Mark it’s very nice to meet you too”

Dinner progressed nicely. The food was excellent and the conversation lively, although sometimes a little risqué.

“Would you two like to come back to my place for a nightcap” Mark inquired.
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From Sweet To Slut

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Lynn Morgan was leaving the PTA meeting to go home when two of the other mothers invited her to join them for lunch. She accepted their gracious offer and drove her green station wagon to her neighbor’s home. They discussed the different activities that were available for their children in the middle-class town of Medford. Lynn’s green eyes lit up when she was told that her 11 year old son, Kevin was well mannered and quite a handsome lad.

The 29 year old beauty with long auburn hair blushed when the topic turned to sex. She really felt uncomfortable when one housewife suggested that she help her out with her horny husband. The woman said. “My husband has a thick, 8″ dick and he never gets enough sex. I need some help, my pussy is sore from the constant fucking and I know that he would love to get ahold of your 36D cup tits. Anytime you need a good fuck let me know. I don’t mind sharing at all, I need a break. How is it going with your old man; does he give you enough? Is he as big as my husband?”

The flustered mom thought about Alan’s 5″ dick and how their lovemaking had dwindled to once a week; she had married Alan when she was pregnant and had never been with another man. She tried not to think about such things and concentrated on how well her husband treated her and how much she loved him. Lynn said, “I am a faithful wife, I love my husband and everything is fine, sorry but it is time to go home and get dinner ready for my family.”

Lynn thanked them for lunch and drove home; she could not understand her feelings of arousal and tried to put it all out of her mind. Her heart jumped for joy when Kevin rushed through the front door and excitedly told her about a baseball team he wanted to join. At dinner Kevin repeated his desire to play for the team and asked his father to take him there tomorrow evening.

The 35 year old father said, “I have something to tell both of you. I have been promoted at work and will get a significant pay increase but I will be traveling quite a bit. I have to catch a plane in the morning but I want you to pursue your dream to play baseball, perhaps your mother can take you.”

“Please mom, please, I will show you where the field is. This is important to me.”

Lynn smiled at her son and assured him, “Yes, of course I will take you. I am looking forward to watching you play ball.” The next morning Lynn kissed her husband goodbye and saw her son off to school. She thought how she would have to get used to her husband being gone for three weeks at a time and how lonely it would be. She was grateful for her son and was glad to be able to share his passion to play baseball.

That night she drove across town to the park, spotted the boys practicing, parked the car, and walked with her eager son to meet the coach. The coach introduced himself as Earl Thompson. The 5’2″ mother felt like a child standing next to the 6’3″ muscular black man. Earl directed Kevin to a group of youths and told him to practice catching with them.

The handsome 24 year old black man put his arm around Lynn’s waist and took her aside explaining, “We already have more boys than we need but it is plain to see that your boy has his heart set on playing with us; let’s watch him and perhaps I can find a place for him if he has any talent.” Earl guided her into the dugout explaining that he wanted Kevin to concentrate on what he was doing and not to be watching them.

While they were watching Kevin throw and catch, Lynn’s eyes traveled to Earl’s tight shorts and she stared in awe at the huge bulge in his crotch. He caught her looking and noticed her blush and observed her nipples tent her white tee shirt. Earl smiled, revealing his white teeth and told the embarrassed mom, “Have Kevin come to practice every night and your husband can spend some time with him on the weekend and we will start on fielding and batting next week.”

“I…I will bring him every night but my husband just left on business for three weeks and can’t help on weekends, maybe I could help him practice.”

“He will need instructions; I know how important it is to both of you so I will volunteer my services and come over this weekend and we will see what we can do.”

The excited mother flung her arms around the coach and exclaimed, “Oh, thank you very much, this means so much to my boy and me. After you guys finish I will cook you the best meal of your life. What is your favorite dish?”
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The Bikini Conspiracy Theory

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Robert looked down at his trophy wife writhing with ecstasy, as she was impaled repeatedly by his eight inch cock. She sure was a hot little number. He caressed her pert little breasts with his hands and squeezed roughly. Mandy and Robert had been married for five years. She was 25 and had been working as a model, when they had met. Robert was 49. He worked out in his free time and was in great shape. People thought the silver streaks in his dark hair made him look distinguished and he was described as “ruggedly handsome” by a magazine article on this successful businessman.

Mandy shuddered and moaned in orgasmic pleasure as his cock erupted inside her. That she had undoubtedly married him for his money bothered Robert not one bit, as he had married her primarily as a show piece for parties and business affairs. That they had great sex was a side benefit. They laid side by side in bed catching their breath. Robert told her about his boring day at work and Mandy shared her days shopping experience with Linda. Linda and her husband George were their best friends. They did almost everything together. George was a vice president in Roberts company, and while the men were at work, the girls would spend their days sun-bathing in the hot Southern California sun or shopping together in the areas posh malls. When Robert had hired George, ten years ago he had been a fit, lithe athlete.

Since then George had let himself go. He had developed a substantial beer-gut and was balding rapidly. Robert was always trying to get him to work-out but George always replied with the old “not enough time” excuse. George and Linda were high school sweet-hearts and had gotten married right after graduation. In contrast to her husband, Linda had blossomed since Robert had known her. She had been too skinny when they met, but in ten years she had gained weight, and filled out in all the right places. The birth of her son, ten months ago had caused her breasts to gain two cup sizes and they remained huge. She was a beautiful leggy blonde that looked ten years younger then her 32 years of age. Linda’s only problem was that she was embarrassed by her body. She always wore baggy outfits and at the beach only wore a plain one piece bathing suit.

“You know what,” Mandy giggled. “I don’t think Linda’s getting enough at home.”

Robert’s ears perked up at that and he rolled on his side to look at his wife. “Why do you say that, honey?” he asked. “Well,” Mandy replied. “I’m always bragging about how you fuck me with that big cock, six times a week, and she told me she hadn’t had sex in over a month. Lately, she seems to get upset when I talk about sex. Anyway, did you know George is the only man she’s ever been with?”

“No I didn’t,” answered Robert. He had suspected it though. Robert had been fantasizing about fucking Linda since her breasts had filled out. Now, he felt sorry for the buxom young woman. Robert had showered with George at the yacht club on many occasions and he had noticed George had an unusually small penis. As George’s gut got bigger over the years, his penis had seemed to shrink even more, as it slowly disappeared under his paunch. A fine piece of ass like Linda, deserved better then her husband could give her. Just thinking about Linda’s big tits had Robert’s meaty cock hard again. He reached over and pulled his wife on top of him. She squealed with delight as he slowly fed her his eight inch rod.

“Just wait till I tell Linda that we fucked twice in one night. She’s going to be so jealous.” moaned Mandy.

Robert pretended he was fucking Linda as his wife ground her pussy up and down on his cock. Afterwards, as they lay panting next to each other, Mandy said, “Robert, do you ever wish my tits were as big as Linda’s?”

It was like she could read his mind. “Why, no dear,” he lied. “I hadn’t even noticed she had large breasts under all those clothes she wears.”

Robert was still thinking about Linda as he worked in his office Monday morning. Around noon, he looked up to see Linda and George talking in the hall. He decided to go say hello to her as he hadn’t seen her in awhile. She was wearing a long skirt that reached down to her ankles and a baggy sweater that didn’t quite hide her large breasts . “Hi Linda, what brings you downtown this afternoon,” he called out.

“Hi, Robert,” she said as she gave him a quick hug. “Just meeting my husband for lunch.”
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Saras First Frat Party

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This was Sara’s first Frat Party and she was a little nervous. She had heard about how wild they sometimes got. She was alone and thought that if it got too out of hand, she could always leave and walk back to her apartment house. Her sister/roommate was on a date and probably was going to get fucked, so Sara was looking for a distraction. She really didn’t feel like sitting in her room alone.

When she arrived, she was greeted at once and shown downstairs to the “frat party room.” It was wall to wall people and the smoke almost gagged her. There was a pool table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet of plywood to make a table. Under it was a beer keg and what looked like a thousand beer glasses on the table, some full but mostly empty. Someone filled a glass for her and she settled back to watch.

Some couples were dancing to hard rock music so loud it hurt her ears. Others were trying to talk and needing to yell at the top of their lungs to be heard. Some were making out in the corners. She watched them and wondered how far they would go. Their hands were already roaming. She sipped on her beer and made small talk with a couple of girls nearby. She had to yell. She was not sure this was for her.

Soon, someone organized a drinking game involving whiskey and beer. Jugs were passed around and the game consisted of drinking as much as possible in as short a time as possible. She took part for a while and it was fun, until she felt a little woozy and dropped out.

In the corner watching her was a tall good looking guy. She noticed him and smiled and he came over and introduced himself. “Hi,” he said, “my name is Phil. You’re new here aren’t you? Freshman?” “Yeah,” she replied, “I’m Sara. There’s a first time for everything. I hope to have a good time.”

“Well, there is no way a hot girl like you could not have a good time here!” He said. She laughed and said, “Thanks, but as long as there are hot guys like you around, I’m sure I will enjoy myself.” She blushed and knew the drink was getting to her. He made a face and she playfully punched him. She was thinking that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. She liked the way he laughed. She liked the way he looked at her.

“So, tell me Phil, what happens at these parties? I’ve heard they can get pretty wild?”

“They can get just as wild as you want them to, Sara, but now that I’ve adopted you, I will watch out for you.”

“Do you adopt freshman girls often?” She asked. “As often as I can, for sure. Where do you live?”

“My sister Patty and I just got an apartment over on sixth,” she replied. “Still learning my way around. Do you know her?”

“I don’t think so, but if she’s as sexy as you, maybe I should.” Sara laughed again and said, “Oh no you don’t mister. You’d like her, but I saw you first.”

“Ok with me, Sara.” This was sounding better all the time. “Hey, would you dance with me?” He took her hand and they fought their way through the crowd.

The music was louder than ever and even though it was a fast song, there was no chance of moving very fast. They more or less stayed close and their bodies touched as they danced. Sara was surprised that she felt aroused, but with this hunk rubbing against her, she couldn’t help it. She knew she was getting to him as well with her little tank top and short skirt barely hiding her tits and ass. A couple of times she thought she felt him getting hard. It pleased her. She could feel the drinks even more now. She pressed closer to Phil She was having fun! She was sorry when the music stopped.
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Mamas Boy

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For the past three years I have attended a small college in North Carolina.

After my second year I was recruited to join a frat house. Now up until then I had been living with my parents. And so for the first time ever I moved out of my parent’s home. However my mother constantly embarrassed me. Every day she would call the frat house to make sure I was all right. And at least once a week she would show up unannounced and drop off food or something silly like that.

After the first year the entire fraternity started calling me mama’s boy, instead of Brian, which is my name. I disliked this new nickname but I got used to it. But the thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that whenever my mom came over several of the guys would hit on her. My mother is only 39, and for a 39-year-old she still has a body. She is about 5’6″ and weighs around 129 pounds. But the one thing that makes her especially sexy is her red hair. She has long red hair. Her hair is unbelievably sexy. My sister is just eighteen now and petite and cute, but not the sex bomb that my mom clearly is!

Well every time she came over there was some guy making small passes at her. Now one night while I was out on a date I got a call from some of the guys. They told me that my mother and my sister had stopped by at the frat house and mom wanted to make sure I was all right. I told them to tell her yes and then I hung up. About an hour later I had struck out with my date and was returning home. When I got to the frat house my mothers Mustang was still in front. “I can’t believe she waited for me, god damn.” Was all I could think.

I opened the door and went up to my room to change. When I was slipping into a pair of sweat pants I heard some cheering from down stairs. I went to the top of the stairway and looked into the living room. I saw three guys. Beck, my best friend, Jason, and Bill. I walked down stairs and peeked around the corner. Beck was sitting in the lounge chair and the other two were sitting on the sofa. Then I looked a little closer and saw, to my amazement, my mother dancing in the corner. This wasn’t friendly dancing this was “I’m going to fuck your brains out” dancing. I couldn’t see whom she was dancing with but she swaying her hips into his crotch and grabbing his ass. When she turned her back to me I saw it was Allen, AKA Skinny. We called him that because his last girl friends and him got into a fight and her told her fuck you. Now she then brought up the subject of how skinny his cock was. We took her word for it.

Allen was massaging my mother’s ass with both his hands. I was about two seconds from running out there and kicking their asses when Beck whistled.
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Joe and Me

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My husband and I had been fantasizing about me having sex with a client of his. It was brought up basically in jest, but we talked more and more about it as time went on, and it eventually became a favorite fantasy of ours. Well, one day my husband had a prospective client in his office, and the client (whose name is Joe) looked at a picture of me my husband has on his desk and remarked on how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife (as the author of this story, I can refer to myself however I want!).

My husband agreed with him, and asked him if he wanted to see a better picture. Naturally Joe said yes, and my husband showed him a more revealing picture that he has of me. I’m coming up out of a pool, wearing a white one-piece swimming suit. Thanks to the water, the suit left very little to the imagination. When Joe expressed his appreciation, my husband took the bold step of asking him if he’d like to have sex with me!

So that’s basically the background. I’m sitting at home when my husband calls and asks me if I’d like to join him and Joe for dinner. He asks me if I remember what our favorite fantasy has been, and if I’d really be willing to go through with it. I remember being shocked that HE was willing to go through with it, but I was basically aroused by the whole idea of it. So he told me to put on something sexy and meet them at the restaurant.

I quickly jumped in the shower to get ready. Yes, my hands did wander as I got all soaped up and thought about what I was about to do, but I didn’t really masturbate all the way to a climax. I was just sort of moving around in a heightened state of arousal. I put on a pair of thong panties, a very revealing bra (to accentuate my firm, 36C breasts), stockings, garters, a tight black skirt, 3″ heels, and a very tight gold top. The top was high cut, but so tight that it just molded around my breasts. And I was so aroused that it was very easy to see my nipples through the shirt. I knew I would be turning some heads. Finishing with some make-up, I was out the door to meet the boys.

As I drove, I was wondering what the client would look like. In our fantasies, he had naturally been an incredibly studly guy. When I found the two of them at the bar, it was quite the opposite. Joe was about 45, balding, and really quite overweight. But I was committed at this point, and as I walked up to meet them I could feel his eyes surveying my body, which did have the effect of increasing my arousal despite the way he looked. I had a drink with them at the bar (okay, I had about 3 drinks actually, figuring I’d need to be a little drunk to really go through with this – but who’s counting?). It was actually sort of fun flirting with him and making my husband squirm, and I made sure to do a lot of touching him, both with my hands and brush-ups against my chest. My horniness was increasing.

When we got up to go to our table, Joe excused himself for the men’s room. My husband asked me if I was enjoying myself, and I told him I was. And that I’d be okay on my own if he wanted to head for home. He gave me a big kiss goodbye, told me that he loved me, asked me one more time if I really wanted to do it, and left. When Joe came back, I told him I had sent my husband home, and asked him if he would be willing to escort me to dinner.
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Young Buck

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Virginia York wheeled her Caddy into the parking garage and after maneuvering through the maze of ramps she nosed the big auto into a space near the elevator. She shivered a little as a cold north wind whipped around her while waiting for a car. Finally down on the street, she made her way the two blocks to a nondescript building on the west side of Chicago’s Loop. It had been almost a month since her last visit, and the anticipation in her pussy caused her to drench her panties involuntarily! She took a deep breath before entering a plain looking office on the seventh floor, and after a moment’s hesitation went inside.

Immediately a thirtyish woman got up from behind her desk and greeted her warmly, “And how are you, Mrs. York?” “It’s been awhile since your last “appointment”! A least a month,” the fifty five year old woman replied. “Did you have something special in mind?” the woman asked. “Well,” Virginia replied softly, “is that young man that I had last time still here, I believe his name was Chris!” “Ummmmm, let me see if he’s in today,” she replied quickly. “Now let me see……….” “Yes, he’s just finishing up his break,” the she went on. “Would you like me to set up a room?” “Please,” Virginia answered softly, “and the sooner the better.”

The matronly woman sat a little nervously in and easy chair in the well appointed bedroom while waiting for Chris. It was really fixed up like a fine hotel room with a huge king size bed, fifty inch color TV with accompanying VCR, a fully stocked bar, and of course a bathroom with all the toys! She was lost in her own thoughts when she was jolted back to reality when Chris strode through the door with a big smile on his face. “Hello, Mrs. York, Carol said you asked for me personally!” “Y-yes,” she replied a little red faced. “I’m glad,” he replied smoothly while standing directly in front of her. “If I recall,” he said gently, “you like to open up the package yourself!” She didn’t even bother asking as her shaking fingers began undoing the front of his dungarees. When she had finally managed to get them down around his ankles her breathing had become increasingly labored while she ran her hands gingerly over the bulge in his red bikini under shorts. “You really love black meat, don’t ya bitch?!? he asked with soft laugh. She shuddered at the insolence of the young man, and as she tugged his shorts down and his huge black cock flopped into view, she groaned loudly while taking it into her small hands!
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Unexpected Encounter

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“Boy this is the life,” Annette mumbled out loud while slathering her naked body with a generous helping of sun screen! After being cooped up in the city for fifty weeks a year, she had just followed her nose until she had discovered a small hidden lake deep inside the Minnesota-Canadian Boudary Waters area north and west of Duluth! She had pitched her small tent and set up camp three days ago and had as yet not seen another single solitary soul, which was just fine with her as rest and relaxation were just what the doctor had ordered! While her portable radio oozed out some cool jazz on the hot day, her mind began to float as she slipped in a state of semi consciousness, drifting away on the clouds floating through her mind, so she was quite unaware when a stranger walked into her camp and stood silently beside her!

In her groggy state she didn’t quite no why, but Annette got the sense that something was amiss, and after slowly opeing her eyes, she was stunned and terrified to find that a tall thin black man was standing not more than five feet from her! Since all of her clothing was inside of her tent and she had nothing to cover her body with, and in a display of modesty she covered her firm breasts with her arms and in a very shaky voice stammered, “W-who are you and what do you want!?!” “The name’s King, Jeremy King,” he replied with a broad smile, “I just noticed your camp and decided to come over and introduce my self!” “Where did you come from,” she asked nervously!?! “Right over there on the other end of the cove,” he explained, “I just got finished pitching my tent and happened to notice your camp!” “What are you doing here,” she asked, but now a little less afraid than a few seconds ago!?! “Oh, I just thought I’d try a little fishing and maybe some swimming,” he replied, “oh well, I just wanted to say hi, I’ll see ya,” and then he turned around and walked back to his own camp site!” Annette sat upright and watched Jeremy King walking away, and while she was a little bit miffed that he’d barge in on her like that, he seemed like a pleasant enough sort, and since he didn’t seem to be any kind of threat, she lay back down and went to sleep!

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she finally awakened, but one thing that was evident was the savory inviting aroma of freshly frying fish! She got to her feet and slipped quietly into the lake for a quick bath, and after drying off and putting on some shorts and a tank top, she wandered over to Jeremy’s camp to see just how many of those fish he caught! “Hi,” she said brightly while coming up behind him, “how goes it!?!” He looked up from his frying pan and with a wide grin replied, “Well, three walleyes in twenty minutes warms the cockles of my heart, please, have seat!” The two of them made small talk for a few minutes as the fish continued frying, until Jeremy asked, “Say, the smell of these fish didn’t bring you over here did it!?!” She covered her face with her hands to cover her laugh and replied, “Wellllll, that might have had something to do with it!” “Here,” he said while handing her a plate of fried walleye and potatos, “I just can’t stand to see a girl starve!”
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