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MY MAN AND ME SHARED A NEW LADY.

He had a roaring erection and I was teasing all of his eight-inches with my finger-tips with just the tip of his cock in my mouth for the first time in three weeks after his return from a business trip. I was reassured when he moaned, “I won’t be able to hold out for long baby, not long at all,” as I deduced he had not been unfaithful to me. “Glad you like it baby, I love to please you,” I whispered as I inserted a finger into his ass. “Not long at all baby.” The noise he made as I swallowed his load was very flattering for me as he tensed and shuddered. Shortly earlier after he arrived home I was determined to pleasure him as I watched him shower and slowly undressed for …

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Smalltalking_(2)

Chapter 1 I never thought that something like this would even happen. I mean – there are some cheesy, unbelievable romance novels and sitcoms that have some pretty “wacky” situations. But I have never actually heard of or seen anything like the situation I am in right now. I don’t know where to start. So I’ll just start from where my head is at right now. “Aww, Liny, you know you can tell me anything.” my mother said, after a long minute of silence. I had told her that I wanted to tell her something important. But then completely lost all ability to say anything at all. “I know.” I replied. “But you say that because you assume that I would never say something you disapprove of.” She laughed in a disquieting sort of way. …

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FRANCESCA’S HUNG TRANNY

I am Francesca, my man Raoul and me have had a number of bisexual liaisons with trannies. I am finding them increasingly exciting and challenging for me, as is Raoul. I love the challenge of blowing a man’s erection and blowing a hung tranny while my man watches is very exciting for me and a bonus challenge, especially if my man masturbates while he watches. For the last week Raoul has been tempting me with images of hung trannies. They have an added dimension for me when it comes to sexual pleasure – tits and a cock, preferably both in generous measure. By the end of the week I was hanging out to experience a new tranny. One of the images Raoul showed me was a side on shot of a tranny in panty hose …

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Brotherly Love

I wake up to the ringing of my alarm clock. I groggily slam my palm down on it, silencing the ringing. Outside, a truck rolls by blasting a recording of the Duce’s most recent speech on large custom built speakers. I reluctantly pull off my sheets and sit up in bed. I take in a deep breath, hold it, then let it out, trying to gather myself. I put on my slippers by the side of my bed and walked over to my bedroom window, swinging it open nice and wide. I take in a deep breath of the fresh morning air as the whole street slowly stirs to life.I check the calendar on my bedroom door. September 7th, 1936, one day after my 24th birthday. The party last night had been quite the affair, …

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THE JOB 7 – The game.

Beth had left, but we would definitely stay in touch. Of course, I fully expected her to be one of the guests expected at Simon’s tonight. It was my first official day off, so I spent it writing, relaxing, and doing body care. When I stood outside Simon’s door at 7, my skin smelled and felt like a freshly diapered baby’s bottom. Whatever awaited me—I was ready. The door was opened for me by Simon as usual, and he invited me in with a hand gesture. He took a step sideways to let me through, and I started to move. Either his step was a little too short, or he stopped in mid-motion because I gently bumped into him and brushed his chest with mine as I passed. It was my first physical contact with …

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Will’s new old home: Part 5

“Hello, is this Mr. and or Mrs. Bailey?” “Yes, this is Mrs. Bailey, who is this?” “This is Dr. Phelps, from the UCSD Medical Center. Your son, Blane, was taken to our emergency room about five minutes ago. He has overdosed on three kinds of substances, we think it’s a mixture of cocaine, alcohol and another substance we haven’t identified yet.” “Oh good Lord!” Mrs. Bailey said, falling back into her bed as she put a hand over her heart, “Is he alright?” “He’ll be fine, Ms. Bailey, the drugs spread through his body incredibly fast, but we have him hooked up to our machines, and he’s in stable condition. However, at the moment he is in a comatose state.” “Oh no…Dr. When do you think he’ll be awake?” “I can’t say for sure, though …

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The Meeting_(0)

The Meeting Anyone who knows me, even a little, will know that I used to be a regular member of a sex forum and would get very involved with writing sex stories, posting naughty pictures and join in with extremely contentious and lively debates. Despite my diminutive stature, my attitude was not of a meek and mild person. That was the public persona and it was a good escape from my real life. Anyone who knew me better on that site knew another part of me, the real me and I could count on my fingers, the people who I allowed to know that Rachael. We’d share personal stories of our lives, photos of the most intimate nature and we’d even chat on messenger when we were away from the site. The people who knew …

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The Teacher_(4)

(Honestly, I wrote this story a long time ago and I never got around to finishing it off properly, I don’t know if I will or not, it depends how well this story is received. Please excuse any perspective changes, I originally wrote this as a 3rd person story! And there might be one or two grammar errors, but nobody’s perfect so don’t be mean to me! Enjoy! P.T) The Teacher I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I’d be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee length black or grey pleated skirt. It was ok to …

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The Voyeur Girl and the Vibrator

It was 11:00 p.m., time for my nightly routine. I sat naked on the carpet next to the window in my bedroom. I fixed my head so that my eyes were barely above the window sill. The lights in my room were off, so it was easy to see outside into the darkness. I focused my sight on my neighbor’s window. From my bedroom in my two-story house, I could see into the window of Lucy’s first-floor bedroom. Translucent white curtains poorly guarded her window. The curtains were so thin that they were practically transparent whenever Lucy had on the lights in her bedroom. I doubt she was aware of how impractical and useless the curtains were. Through her window, visible from my room, was her computer chair. Whenever she sat in this chair, as …

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Showing Myself Pt. 03

Showing Myself by Vanessa Evans Part 3 The next morning at breakfast daddy told me that at the pub the night before everyone was getting excited about the nude barmaid that would be there on Saturday. Apparently a car load of young men from the city had arrived expecting me to be there that night. I had a little laugh but inside my pussy started tingling knowing that men were coming from the city just to see me naked. My clothes for the day were an old tank top that was now not long enough to reach my waist. It had been washed so many times that it was now a bit threadbare. I looked in the mirror I could just see the change of colour of my areolae. The skirt that I chose was …

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Dear Diary_(5)

I see him lying there, in bed waiting for me. We just finished our shower so I know he is clean. I also know from our fun in the shower that he is horny for Me. There he is, lying there naked. My body betrays me, although I dried myself, I can feel a wetness developing deep within my pussy. The door is shut so we won’t be disturbed and the air conditioner is on, set at the perfect temperature. I come out of the bathroom, naked, and I can feel him following me with his eyes. Although he is under a blanket, I know he is warm. His body is always warm and it always makes me feel comforted whenever I snuggle up to him. I open the covers to expose his feet and …

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Trucker Peter and Emma

Trucker Peter and Emma It was another typical day at the Happyville high school. After a long day of classes, Emma and Emily had the cheerleading practice, and now they were heading home. They hit the highway, and just before the exit to the rural roads to their farms, they heard a clunking noise from Emily’s hand-me-down old Volvo sedan she got from her mom, and they pulled over. With their nice cheerleader uniforms still on, they get out of the car. There was some smoke coming out of the trunk. Emily opened it and saw a rubber hose spraying hot water making vapors. “Oh no,” Emily said, “what are we going to do?” They checked their phones, and there was no signal. A big red Peterbilt semi-truck saw them and stopped abruptly just after …

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The Parking Garage

I am standing up against your car, my form fitting black dress hugging every curve of my hour-glass figure perfectly, the plunging neckline barley covering my breasts, my dark hair falling in soft ringlets around my face. My full red lips parted slightly. My pulse races as I see you walking into the parking garage in that charcoal gray suit. You walk towards me slowly, our eyes lock, I see that amused, hungry look in your gaze that I know must be reflected in my own. You are finally standing in front of me, that cocky grin on your beautiful lips. That grin that screams, “I know exactly what you are here for.” You touch your hand to my cheek for just a moment, letting it slide down my neck, one finger drawing goose bumps …

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MY BI-SEXUAL MAN

In the past there had been numerous times when I had perversely enjoyed watching another man suck my man Louis’ big, thick cock, giving him a wonderful head job. Ever since he fucked me with his big, thick cock for the first time I had wanted to watch another man give him a head job. When I gave him a head job for the first time it reinforced how big and thick his cock was. An exciting challenge for me sucking as much of his erection as I could while bringing him to orgasm. Without exception I was sexually aroused every time while watching and enjoying my man’s bi-sexual pleasure. Naked for Louis and his same sex lover, deliberately and obstinately behaving in a way that some people might find kinky or unacceptable, masturbating while …

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all mine

I wrapped the somewhat small towel around myself and walked out of the en suite bathroom, and back into the bedroom. My long, red hair, still damp, dripped down my back and my long legs felt smooth and silky. I loved the feeling after you’ve just shaved, the water running down your legs glides easily to your feet. It makes me feel very sexy. Lying elegantly across the bed, he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I couldn’t help but smile back at him, knowing what that look entailed. He wore a simple black shirt, dark blue jeans and nothing else. I walked further into the room, shutting the door to the steam filled bathroom behind me. I watched as he shifted to sitting on the edge of the bed. I carried on walking toward …

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An Alien Abduction

She awoke in a dark gray room. The lighting was dim, almost dark. She looked around herself slowly. Her head was throbbing, feeling like her skull was going to be split in two. Every tiny movement of her neck sent shooting paints through her entire head. She pulled herself up slowly, looking around at her surroundings. She was in an all gray room, quite small, with bars across the front like a prison cell. Was she in prison? She didn’t remember going to prison… The floor beneath her felt like concrete, and it was cold under her palms. She looked down at herself, she was wearing an outfit she recognized. Why couldn’t she remember how she got here? She could barely remember what happened before… She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a …

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2010-Mysterious Rendevouz

I was feeling depressed as I was recovering from a close family members funeral. I had hardly slept the night before, and the next door neighbours were giving me grief. I was now single although that did not bother me as such; I was craving some sexual attention. Rough, consensual, submissive or secretive; how it happened I did not care; I just wanted a regular fucking. I started drinking at 5pm; and after sorting out the wheat from the chaff I finally organized a hook up in a local park toilet block. It was no romantic rendezvous, but it suited my needs of getting out of the house and some cock to take my mind off the grieving process. After chatting most of the day on line about sex I was very turned on. I …

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Will and Brook pt. 1

Hayden sat in the back of the bus for what seemed like hours. She bought the cheapest ticket out of San Diego. At the moment, she was heading towards Las Vegas, anger brewing in her head washed in with the feeling of loss and regret. The grey hound passed the California-Nevada border, and Hayden’s thoughts went back to the events of the past few days. Rev. Greene was arrested, through in jail. She heard on tv that he was being held without bail. Yet, Hayden was still not a suspect. While being taken into custody, the lazy cop who took her in had gotten sidetracked at the station, and left the unrestrained Hayden on a bench in the lobby, allowing for her to easily escape. And now, now she was on a bus, running from …

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Seeing Matt’s Stars: Part 4

Lecture halls +hats =good. Profs who take attendance… not so good. Ever have half a room start taking pictures of you when the teacher calls role? I officially have. The text came around noon, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at it, feeling a bit bad at the same time. People needed to realize the human being quality of Matt, as in the fact that he was one. We hadn’t seen each other terribly much during the couple weeks before classes started, but he never failed to text me at least once or twice a day, sometimes more. Sam wasn’t very happy about it, but I managed to keep my phone out of sight when he was around, a chore in itself. The few times I did see him, it was mostly to help him …

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