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Being a kinky guy who keeps meeting sweet and timid girls can become a pain in the ass. This has become the basic truth of my life. My name is Alex and this is my story how I finally met a woman who was as wild as I am with whom I had my first anal sex. Trust me- it is not easy. Let me start from the beginning. I am a guy in sophomore year in college. You can say I am averagely good looking and have never been single since my high school days. I would almost always have a partner but if truth me told, it was never an easy thing for me. For starter, girls my age are quite shy or simply scared to go to far in bed. And I …

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A day after my first mask party, I received a telephone call from the same lady who called me the last time. She wanted to know if I had a shower in my bathroom. I confirmed that I had. She then advised me to buy a douche shower attachment and gave me precise instructions on how to cleanse myself. I was also told that a Master or Mistress would then further prepare my anus before the session started. I was given the date and time. My second mask party would take place in two weeks’ time. The days seemed to drag by but finally, the morning came and, I was busy flushing my anus out in the bath, giving myself a full colonic cleansing. I followed the instructions, and then scrubbed the bath over and …

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Tim was not feeling very productive. All he accomplished was to make a new sign. He wanted it to appear almost invisible, but he wanted to make sure he would not be open for business on January fifth. Then it finally hit him. Why was he busting his butt trying to come up with a sign? This is a small town. Not much custom occurs between Christmas and New Year’s. Tim decided on a sign for the door. Happy New Year! I will be closed until January 6th, Have a safe New Year. Early New Year’s Eve, Tim put a sign on the door and left it at that. Tim threw his suitcase, with fresh clothes, in the car and headed for The Heights. When he got there, Elenore had the garage door open for …

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“I’m sorry, Craig, but it’s Ferdinand that I love.” My wife’s hand was inside the Eurotrash’s shirt, one of those open, rippling blouses the guys on her romance novel covers wear. He had long black hair, dark eyes, and a smoldering look that reminded me of nothing so much as Derek Zoolander’s Blue Steel. “I understand, Jess.” What? No, I didn’t. My wife’s pretty green eyes showed so much relief at this. “You’ve been a good husband and provider, Craig. I hope you know that. And you’ve been… fine, I suppose, in bed, but Ferdinand has a ten-inch cock, and he’s so… virile.” Jess tossed her head to the side as she laughed happily, her chestnut hair cascading down her back. “Sí, Craig. I have already impregnated her with the third child, the one you …

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I didn’t get the whole backstory. He found me on Tumblr and started a conversation that centered around his wife. His request was we meet, and I fuck her ass. This was going to be a simple one-off; there would be no oral, no pussy, just anal. He had gleaned from my posts that this was something I might be good at. He was correct in his assumption. But honestly, I wasn’t surprised by this dynamic. He intimated she was an anal virgin, and he wanted her first experience to be unforgettable from a size standpoint. Normally, I prefer a lot of foreplay to get her ready for this sort of penetration, particularly because I am very well-endowed. We met in the lounge. She was gorgeous and quiet; he was cordial but a bit aloof. …

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Tim turned Pat to face the mirror. She put her hands on the vanity. She used the mirror to watch Tim. He reached under her blouse and caressed her tits. He nibbled on her neck, Pat moved her head to the side so he could have access to her neck. She cooed expressing her pleasure. Then Tim placed the red tube next to her hand on the vanity. She looked at the tube and then looked over her shoulder at Tim. Pat’s smile grew, she knew exactly what the red tube of Joy Gel was for. Tim went back to caressing and firmly squeezing her tits. Pat pushed her ass against Tim’s growing cock. Tim was kissing and licking her neck, and Pat reached for Tim’s face and held it to encourage him. Pat turned …

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Sunday morning, Tim was awake before sunup. He quietly crawled from between his sleeping lovers. He was even going to go without coffee. Tim didn’t want to face the ladies because of having to say goodbye, but because he lied to them. But he was sure Delaney had something to do with the Sheriff wanting to talk to him. “I’ll have a cup.” Pat’s voice startled Tim. “I felt part of me leave.” Pat’s face was sad. “Pat, I don’t want to go, but there is something I have to check out before I talk to Thompson. I think I know someone that may be part of the investigation, and I want to find out what I can about him.” “Is he someone you know, or in business with at one time?” Pat was asking …

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“Bend over,” Mitch said quietly. Joanne looked at him, wide-eyed, and obeyed. She bent at the waist, back flat, hands on her knees. He flipped her skirt over her hips and ran a hand down her bare bottom and thighs. She knew better than to wear panties, which pleased him. Nonetheless, it was time, Mitch thought, to make sure she remembered to whom she belonged. “Count for me, but do not break position. We’ll be out all day, so I want to make sure my marks remain for the duration. Understood?” “Yes.” Mitch smiled at her immediate answer. She was well-trained and self-controlled. They had been working on her control for almost six months now and they were both pleased with her progress. He ran his hand up the bamboo cane which he had sanded …

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That week, Lari had second thoughts about the proposed rendezvous. How much did she know about Puzo anyway? Let alone his friends. And she shouldn’t betray Florin like this. So she delayed her reply to him, again and again. But she couldn’t completely get the idea out of her head; the thought of being fucked by Puzo and his friends crept into her dreams, and she woke with hard nipples and dripping pussy several times that week. Almost a week later, Lari woke up – aroused and dripping – to a message from Puzo. When she opened it, it contained a place, a time the following day, and the word “Yacht”. Her stomach did flip-flops. Lari desperately wanted Puzo to fuck her again with his enormous cock. But the thought that other men would be …

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When we got back to Cynthia’s, she pulled the car into the garage. The door closed behind us, and I walked over to open the door for Cynthia. When she stepped out of the car, I pushed her against the car. Cynthia gave a knowing smile as she started to unbutton her blouse. She threw it into the front seat. She reached for my growing member and squeezed it through my jeans. Cynthia smiled and ran her tongue across her lips. I looked her straight in the eye as I unzipped my jeans; they fell to the floor. Cynthia was going to suck me, but I stopped her. “If you want my cock, strip. I want you naked because when I’m ready, I’m pulling my cock out of your mouth and shoving it in you. …

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The next morning Lillian made coffee and toast. She knew I had to get back to my shop. I did have a business to run. We had a relaxing conversation at breakfast. Then Lillian brought up that autumn was quietly approaching. It was hard to believe I had been here just over eight months. And a crazy eight months it has been. “Tim, I know it’s a couple of months away, but I usually go to my brothers for Halloween and the Holidays. I guess you’ll be going back home for the Holidays. You’ve been here almost a year.” “No, Lillian. I have no reason to go back home. I have no home any longer, other than Medford.” “Can I ask?” Lillian asked sheepishly. “Sure, seven years ago, my parents were killed in a home …

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The next morning Lillian made coffee and toast. She knew Tim had to get back to the shop. He did have a business to run. They had a relaxing conversation at breakfast. Then Lillian brought up that autumn was quietly approaching. It was hard to believe he had been here just over eight months. And a crazy eight months it has been. “Tim, I know it’s a couple of months away, but I usually go to my brothers for Halloween and the Holidays. I guess you’ll be going back home for the Holidays. You’ve been here almost a year.” “No, Lillian. I have no reason to go back home. I have no home any longer, other than Medford,” Tim admitted. “Can I ask?” Lillian asked sheepishly. “Sure, seven years ago, my parents were killed in …

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Tony lifted his bride’s wedding dress and pushed her over the vestry table. “This cunt is MINE after today, do you hear!” he hissed, as he pushed the swollen tip of his thick cock against the opening between his bride’s pussy lips. “I know dear. It’s all yours.” Jane replied, the low drone of the church organ hiding a gasp. To their left, a heavy crushed velvet curtain separated them from their family and friends, waiting to join them in witness to their big day, the wedding they had all been waiting months for. Jane’s fingers grasped the ornate edges of the heavy mahogany table as her fiance’s hand found the back of her neck and shoved her face against the open pages of the bible, sinking more of his thick cock inside his bride’s …

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HIS STORY In the veil of predawn darkness, the world still sleeping, I awaken with a start. Glancing around in the dim light, my gaze lands on the digital clock on the bedside table. It’s an unholy hour – 3:23 in the morning. My body rebels at the early awakening, yet it’s difficult to deny the stirring below, the strong, demanding pulse that refuses to be ignored. That familiar hardness, a remnant of our encounter just a few hours ago, seems to echo the lingering sweetness of your touch, our bodies tangled together in passion. It’s as if the taste of you has become a part of me, a lingering promise of the pleasure we shared. The memory of that night is already a tantalizing echo in my mind, playing in an endless loop and …

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Sitting on my bed scrolling through my news feed one morning, I heard the familiar sound of fucking coming from my room-mates room. My roommate is Jack. We have been friends since we were kids, Our families go way back. He has always been the more athletic one out of us both, I’m athletic but not to his level he was always at the gym, I would go three times a week and then it would be a couple of hours. I dropped my phone and listened for a while, Mostly him grunting which wasn’t the sexiest sound, When it had stopped I walked out of my room and was greeted by him coming out. “Hey, Dom, listen I need to go out for a couple of hours,” He said trying to be as quiet …

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It was just the first light when I woke up. I had only a few hours of sleep, but I wanted to get home. Medford was not that far a drive, so I was sure I was up to the drive. I was going home today; come hell or high water. I threw my bag in the trunk, put the key in the night drop box, and headed home. I played upbeat music on the radio to stay awake. I couldn’t wait to see my little shop and the work I needed to get done. When I turned on my street, I was elated. It was Sunday morning, and everyone was still asleep in town. I drove around the back and went in the back door. I turned off his phone and went back to …

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The meeting had finished. Sheriff Nelson expressed his gratitude to Ms. O’Connell for her understanding of Himmel. He thanked the D.A. and there was only Madam Chair and I left in the room. Ms. O’Connell asked me to have a chair. I sat down, not knowing where she was going to go with this. I remember sneaking out of the bar through the side door during my last visit. She started to speak, “I am guessing Nelson and the D.A. have talked to you about the trial the day after tomorrow.” “No, Ma’am we are having a meeting this afternoon at four at the D.A.’s office. Sheriff Nelson wanted to hear from you first if there were specific details that needed to be brought to your attention.” “For me, everything has been covered,” Ms. O’Connell …

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Wednesday morning came within seconds of going to bed. We had coffee and toast, then I got ready to go to Overton. Cynthia looked wonderful in her see-through robe. She walked me to the door and gave me a gentle kiss. “Good luck, Baby. I’m going by my house to check on things. I may stop by to see my brother. Call me when you can. And Tim, I am very proud of you.” It was a very beautiful afternoon, and the road to Overton is mostly tree-lined. A relaxing drive, to be sure. When I got to Overton, I went into the D.A.’s office, you would have thought I was the King of England walking in. Everyone was saying how grateful they were and that if it weren’t for me, they would have never …

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“Is this a blindfold? Cooper, what the hell do you have a blindfold for in your bedroom? This ain’t some roadhouse,  to play darts in, now is it?” Cooper returned to the small bedroom carrying two bottled beers. “Well, it can be a roadhouse if you want it to be.  I’m sure I can find a dart somewhere.”  he flirted back and waggled his eyebrows.   She shook her head at his cheesy charm.  “And what would the target board be then? We spent a hefty sum of money on this beach house, I won’t have you poking holes, willy-nilly, in these walls!”  she accepted the proffered beer bottle from him. “Well funny thing about divorce,  Nell,  is that this is no longer your beach house, in case you forgot.  You got the main house, the …

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It had been a few days since Rikki had blocked me on AOL Messenger. This was after I figured out her fake check scam. I started getting messages from her on AOL Messenger but these messages were from other user names. Finally, I responded to one. “You know that you don’t want us to end like this,” Rikki said. “Should I block your other accounts?” I asked. “You could never block me from all of my accounts. I have hundreds, Daddy,” Rikki said. We had a brief chat. Rikki didn’t admit to what she had done with the fake check. She insisted it was real. Then she told me that she’d like to have make-up sex. I foolishly agreed. I agreed mostly because I had very few sex partners at this time. I agreed to …

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