Month: August 2009

Part Time Job

It had been over three weeks now since Lindy and her boyfriend had broken up and the sexual tension that had slowly been building up in her plump pussy was now becoming almost unbearable! Even her secretary had noticed that for the past several days she had barely been able to concentrate on her work! Ever since her freshman year at college, she had always had a boyfriend who would naturally take care of all of her sexual needs, but now for the first time in her life, she was going through a period of time without a man on the horizon! At five minutes to five, her secretary Betty popped her head into her office and asked, “Got a couple of minutes to spare, boss?!?” Looking up from the report strewn all over her desk she replied, “Sure, Betty, it’s almost five, come on in!”

Taking a seat in front of the imposing desk she began slowly, “Uh, I don’t want to seem impetuous or any thing, but it’s pretty obvious that you are having a little difficulty with your break up with Stan!” Lindy was about to interrupt, but thought better of it and let her secretary continue, “I think I know exactly what you’re going through, because if you remember, the same thing happened to me about a year and a half ago!” Lindy nodded, and mumbled something about recalling such and event as Betty went on, “Well, I was climbing the walls after a couple of weeks without a man, but I found a solution that while it isn’t the thing you’d like to do everyday, it kept me from losing my mind!” At that point, Betty slid a copy of a magazine that covered all the adult night life in the city, and in large black print scribbled on the front cover was a page number! “I think that you should at least check it out,” she said while walking towards the door, “and one last thing, even though I have new boyfriend, once in a while when I get the urge, I go down and spend and hour or two just to get it out of my system, anyway, it helped me and I think it can help you, too!”
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The Photographer

“You do understand the nature of the photographs we’ll be shooting,” Carl asked, “I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don’t have a problem!?!” “I understand,” the matronly female replied, “most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!” “And just to make it even more clear,” Carl responded, “those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!” Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, “And how much money do you pay for posing!?!” “It varies,” he answered, “Two hundred a day for solo, three hundred for soft core, and five hundred for the hard stuff, now are you sure you want to go through with it, it’s pretty easy if you have the temperament for it, but if not”! “I need the money,” Glenna replied, “but I want you to know I don’t have a perfect body by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I have a few sags here and there, and my breasts aren’t what they once were either!” Nodding his head, Carl replied, “That is exactly what muy client wants, the grand motherly type who is all woman and oozes sensuality, not some plastic little girl who’s all silicone and hair spray!” With a short laugh Glenna shot back, “Well, I’m certainly not that!” “All right then” he said “let’s get started!”
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Dial 1-800-BLK-COCK

Joanna Norton stared at the scrap of paper sticking out from between her fingers After a long moment of contemplation she picked up the receiver to her phone and with a shaky hand dialed 1-800-BLK-COCK. “I must be out of my mind!” she muttered to herself while she nervously tapped her foot on the carpeted floor. After ten rings she was just about to hang up when all at once a lugubrious voice on the other end of the line said smoothly, “This is Walker Post, how may I help you?” Momentarily frozen with fear Joanna stood there mutely while wondering if she should just hang up and forget the whole thing. She had just made up her mind to forget about it when the voice suddenly uttered forcefully, “I can hear you breathing, now answer me!” Taken aback by this turn of events Joanne took a deep breath and stammered, “A-are you the man with the ad in the paper?” “And which ad would that be?” the deep resonate voice replied softly. “You know,” Joanne said, “the one in the Underground.” “There must be a thousand ads in the Underground,” he answered gently, “you’ll have to be more specific.” She was growing increasingly uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was headed, but instead of hanging up she mumbled, “I-it’s the one about the black man.” “What about a black man?” he asked. “I’m so embarrassed,” Joanne replied softly, “maybe I should just forget about it and hang up.” Hmmmmm,” he hummed, “maybe you should.” “But then you wouldn’t get to fuck my ten inches of black meat would you?!?”
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Asian Trucker Groupie

My name is Tiana, a shortened version of my original Korean name. Until I was 16 years old, I was brought up in a very strict home, protected (smothered) by my parents, four brothers, and both sets of grandparents. When I was given the opportunity to become an exchange student in the United States, I filled out all the paperwork secretly and forged the necessary signatures.

I quickly immersed myself in the minute details of Americana, learning the language flawlessly. I per- fected it and blended into the culture, leaving my repressive family behind me forever. I became the mistress of a man in a high government position and fucked him often, catering to his Asian fantasies and adding a few variations of my own. An- cestors of mine, whom I somehow felt a special kin to, had left behind some very erotic, explicit diaries, which I smuggled into the USA, and I used their audacious advice to further my own ends.

My high placed friend, once his balls were drained and I untied him, was grateful enough to make sure I was transformed, without going through channels, into a legal American citizen.
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My Wifes New Job

This is a true wife story. It happen in 1975. Debi, (my wife) was 22 and I was 21. Comments or true wife story swaps are welcomed. Debi and I had been married less then a year. As with many young couples there was never enough money to last the week. Debi decided to look for a job. Looking through the employment section of the paper was rather depressing. Nothing much to be had. The exception was the need for young good looking women to work in massage parlors. Debi laughed and said maybe she should try it. I was surprised to feel my dick jump with excitement at the thought. She was surprised by my reaction and after some discussion she agreed to apply at one not far from our house the next morning. We fucked and sucked the night away anticipating the next day.
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