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  • Eavesdropping on Eve

    I joined Waterman’s at the turn of the year craving managerial advancement, a pay hike – naturally – and fresh pussy. Having found myself going nowhere fast career-wise at Forster Clark, having dated just about every eligible girl in the office and in need of extra cash to fund an ever extravagant lifestyle, I felt it was time to move on.

    Well, two out of three wasn’t bad. The boss at Waterman’s was only too pleased to advance my career if I put in the hard work, he almost doubled my pay in one fell swoop but, with a team of just seventeen, most of whom were guys, something told me it was time to put career above sex life. First appearances can be so deceptive!

    I wasn’t reckoning on the one beacon of hope on the female front, in the shapely guise of Eve Palmer, fulfiling my fantasies. She was, after all, way out of my league, and then some. In her mid twenties, a few years my senior, a horny single single guy like yours truly couldn’t help but fancy her from the very start. A stunning curly-haired brunette with killer tits and arse and the most gorgeous pouty blowjob lips, Eve was the girl every other guy in the department wanted – but could never hope to get.

    I remember that first lunchtime in the bar with the guys well. Being the new guy, everyone, it seemed, wanted to be my friend. I was plied with drinks and bombarded with questions, mainly about what I thought of my sexy female co-worker. Come two o’clock, each and every fantasy of the half a dozen other guys I shared the department with had been imparted. We shared a common bond: we all wanted Eve.

    Sat opposite, Eve was given the task of teaching me the systems and working practices and generally taking in hand my initial training. There were, of course, other things I wished she’d take in hand and I soon found myself embroiled in the kinds of fantasy my fellow colleagues indulged in. As the first afternoon wore on, it became harder and harder to contain myself. I craved so much to touch her, I had to link my fingers tightly together on my lap. A dual purpose, they concealed a raging erection.

    As the days went by quickly like passing trains, things became ever harder. Seemingly a perfectionist, Eve had office chic down to an art form, each day finding new exotic outfits with which to tease the senses. Her breasts would strain against sheer pastel shirts, constricted and seemingly aching to break free whilst her nipples retained a permanent nub, owing to the air conditioning. As time went on and spring arrived, the shorter her skirts became, revealing soft, creamy thighs and the most angular legs outside the catwalk. Rarely was she without heels, always black, always high, always sexy as hell.

    To put it crudely, I wanted to lift Eve onto the desk, pull up that little skirt, and fuck her brains out. She was my permanent wank fantasy and I craved her like nothing else, coveting our times together and savouring every moment and joyous for a glimpse of out-of-bounds flesh. And it wasn’t just physical. Eve abounded with joie de vivre, was rarely down in the dumps and always able to see the positives even in the most negative situations. I’d never thought of any girl in those terms before, but Eve was wife material.
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  • Would Never Have Believed It

    It was a typical Monday morning, or so I thought. I was at my desk at about 9:30 when my boss walked over and said she needed to see me in her office immediately. She quickly turned and headed back toward her office.

    I had kind of a thing for my boss since she had joined the company a few months ago. She really wasn’t what most guys would consider “hot”. She wasn’t killer- beautiful, but she was cute. She didn’t have a smoking- hot body; she was a little curvy but rarely wore clothes that “did” anything for her, like low-cut tops or tight skirts. She had kind of a librarian thing going, I guess; she dressed very plainly, wore geeky glasses, had normal brown hair usually worn in an unassuming “up do”, I’m sure you know the type.

    Simply put, you probably wouldn’t notice her in a group of people, like at a party; that is, if she ever went to a party. I didn’t recall that she had ever attended an after-work thing whenever one was organized in our department. We had something to celebrate or observe every couple of weeks and would usually just meet up in the bar in the lobby of our building, so it wasn’t like she had to go out of her way or anything. She just seemed… boring? uninterested? I dunno honestly.

    But, there was something I found alluring about her, something intangible. She did wear some kind of perfume that could make my cock hard instantly! So that might have been it. Seriously, I don’t like most perfumes at all. What she wears is very faint, very soft, hard to categorize, kinda like her. It’s not floral, it’s not musky, it’s just… stunningly attractive.

    The first time I got close enough to smell it on her was at her first day with the company, and my cock got hard right away. It really shocked me, had never happened before in my life. We were in a group meeting and luckily I was wearing relatively loose-fitting pants. That would have made a hell of a first impression. I probably would have been cited for inappropriate sexual conduct or something, I’m sure!

    I jumped up from my desk and found myself trailing closely behind her, taking in her perfume’s scent. I could have walked behind her for miles if I had to.

    I followed her into her office, and she closed the door behind me. “Please, sit,” she said. There was nothing out of the ordinary with our interactions to that point, nothing that stood out to let me know something was wrong.

    She looked very uncomfortable sitting at her desk, and it was a few moments before she composed herself to speak. I was starting to get a little worried. Finally, she picked up a stack of printouts from her desk and handed them across to me. They were highlighted and it took me a moment to figure out what I was looking at.

    “Recognize any of those websites, Tim?” she asked me.
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  • My Wife Fucks Her Old Classmates

    My wife Debbie had received an invitation to her high school reunion, it was to be held in a small town in Florida. We thought it’d be fun to see how well her old classmates were doing so we planned to attend.

    It was interesting to watch Debbie getting ready, she was all nervous and tried on at least 10 different outfits before deciding on a short black body clinging knit dress, black stockings and heels. Even black panties, and bra. Her red hair had been freshly styled and she looked great!

    Debbie was by far the best-dressed and best-looking woman there. A well-dressed black man approached Debbie; he had a broad smile, “Remember me?” he asked.

    Debbie hugged him tightly, his name was Terry and they’d been school chums back in the old days. Debbie and Terry talked about their senior year, recalling the senior prom. Then soon another black guy approached, and I watched as she hugged him like an old friend. Then the three of them continued to reminisce about prom night and high school happening.

    To my surprise their conversation came around to after the prom and the fact that several of the guys had gone up to a lake where a beer party was being held. Apparently Debbie and Terry had gone there but they ended up in Terry’s car making out and soon they both were naked in the back seat.

    My jaw dropped when Terry recalled how he had enjoyed seeing her tits and red hair-clad pussy. He went on to say that he had just about gotten half way in her cunt when someone had shown a flashlight through the car window. It was a Sheriff.
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  • The Sex Train

    I always took the Metrolink to work in downtown Los Angeles. I lived about forty miles from downtown, and I found that taking the train was a lot faster, easier on my nerves, and easier on my budget than sitting in rush hour traffic for a couple of hours. From the train station, I took the subway a few miles. That took about five minutes.

    It was great. The train was seldom crowded at first, till people got wind of it, and soon, it was crowded, so they added more trains. Then, they added more trains going back in the afternoons, and more people started taking the Metrolink.

    What happened, though, one early summer afternoon, was very interesting.

    I had half the day off, and I left work early. I waited for the train, and I knew that the early trains going back toward my home were usually quite empty. I would have plenty of room to stretch out in one of the upper cars that had a small table in the center.

    When I got on the train in Union Station, it was virtually empty. There was no one in the table car at all, and I went and sat down, putting my briefcase on the table in front of me. The train wasn’t going to be leaving for another fifteen minutes, so I took the opportunity to go over some paper work from my briefcase. I got lost in what I was doing, and my reverie was broken by the voice of the engineer, telling us we would be making our first stop in twenty minutes.

    I looked up as the train started out of the station. For the first time, I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the compartment. There was a rather youngish looking black man sitting across from me and one seat up. He smiled as I looked over at him. I smiled back, and his smile got a little broader. He nodded his head, as if to say, “Hello,” and I nodded back.
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  • Beth Gets Around

    I don’t know what first made me suspicious that my wife was fooling around on the side. Beth is a striking brunette with large brown eyes and a gorgeous body. She didn’t have a lot of sexual experience before we married ten years ago, and I guess you’d say we had a pretty vanilla sex life.

    Until recently, that is. Then I noticed that she wanted to try some new sex positions and that sort of thing. I wondered if she was screwing one of my friends or her best friend’s husband.

    But nothing clicked until I realized she always arranged to be at home when the gardener, Jorge, came by. He often volunteered to do extra chores around the yard at no charge, too. He’s a very well-built, dark- haired Latino guy, in his late twenties, so I could understand her interest in him. I decided to sneak home when he was there to see what was up.

    One Monday recently when I knew the gardener was supposed to come by, I told Beth that I had to drive to a client’s office that is about a two-hour drive from where we live. But instead I drove to a coffee shop, killed about an hour flirting with a waitress, and drove toward home. Parking on the next street, I approached our house thru the park that runs behind it. I stood in the trees and looked into our yard.

    Sure enough, the gardener was there, but so was his helper, another good-looking Hispanic man in his early twenties. I was a bit disappointed, figuring nothing would happen with this other guy around. I could not have been more wrong.

    Beth came out the back door, glanced around, and called Jorge over to her. She stood very close to him, her ripe breasts about to burst out of her soft grey baby t-shirt. They spoke for a few minutes before signaling to Jorge’s co-worker to join them. Then, to my shock, Beth led them into the house.
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  • My Wife Sharing Story

    As promised, I relate another true story of me sharing Ann with another man. As usual we had planned to go out that weekend for some strange fucking on Ann’s part and some good watching on mine.

    We went back to a motel about 60 miles out of town where we had great success in the past but had not visited for a couple of months.

    The last time we were there Ann had picked up a young man about twenty five who was well built, well hung and had exceptional staying power. We wondered if he would be there that weekend and the anticipation had us fucking like Meeks all week. But as we drove down we talked about that we would have fun no matter who she fucked, we always did.

    As usual we checked into the motel and she went to the bar while I waited in the room. In a short time she returned with the same young man. I saw he was pretty drunk as he had been the last time and he could remember Ann but was not sure about me. He kept asking me if it was alright with me for him to fuck Ann. I reassured him it was as long as he didn’t mind me watching the action.

    Ann was taking off her short skirt and top exposing her wonderful firm breast and stood there in just her brief panties. “Are you going to spend all night talking to Bill or are you going to fuck?” she asked. He lost interest in me and started removing his clothes as fast as he could.
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  • Wifes Night Out

    I have been married for three years. My wife, Kathy, was from Denmark. She was 23, 5’8″, 120 lbs., blond hair and big sparkling green eyes. She also had a body that stopped men dead in their tracks. Kathy had beautiful firm 36C tits with long dark nipples and long shapely legs and a firm ass. She modeled part time for an internationally known sportswear company and was always being asked to do layouts for men’s magazines, which she always said no.

    You would think this was a dream come true wife. Wrong, it had been three years of hell with a snobby, conceded stuck-up bitch. Before we were married Kathy was so sweet, concerning and sexy as hell. When we were dating I received many blowjobs while driving down the road, fucked in phone booths, hand jobs under the tables of restaurants and teased to death by her sexy dressing. Kathy, at one time, loved to fuck anytime or anyplace and she was so very good at it too.

    After we were married Kathy became frigid and stopped being fun. She began dressing like a conservative feminist lawyer. She refused to go to our friend’s parties or have any of our friends to our house. No movies, very little sex, no vacations or fun.

    The evening I was planing to tell Kathy I wanted a separation, she told me she had been offered 15,000 dollars to do a photo shoot for a lingerie company. She asked me what I thought. I was surprised that she was even asking my opinion. I was more surprised that she was even considering doing the job as it was a semi-nude job. Kathy had never accepted a topless or nude job. I said if she wanted to do the job to go ahead. I did not believe she would do it.
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  • City Pool Teaser

    It was the summer before my junior year in college. As I’ve told you before, I was a piano major at O.S.U. I’d taken the summer off from classes, and I still lived at home with my parents. I had a part time job giving piano lessons at Pontone’s Music Store in Grove City, Ohio, which is a suburb of Columbus. While my Saturday morning lessons were booked solid, weekday afternoons were light. On those weekdays, when the weather was right, I’d lounge around the public pool in Grove City, and most nights I’d see local bands play with my boyfriend Jim.

    One Thursday I went to the pool to work on my tan. It was a sunny July afternoon, close to 2:00. Earlier, in the restroom at Pontone’s, I changed into my skimpy blue two piece swimsuit. I pulled on a pair of loose jean cutoffs, added high heeled sandals, a ball cap and my sunglasses. Once at the pool, I walked over to the grassy area. There were a few cute gals sunbathing, but it was not too crowded, and I stopped near an attractive couple playing sun tan lotion touch and feel. Let me add that I have a fine figure, with nice tits and ass, I’m blonde and otherwise thin, 5’5 and 112 pounds.

    I found a spot near some guys shooting baskets, and I positioned myself to get the guys’ attention. And their attention I got. One way – which always worked – was to drop my cutoffs while standing up. Unfastening them, I shimmied and let them fall. That done, I placed my towel within a few feet of the basketball court. Still standing, I reached behind and undid my bikini top. Slowly I pulled the straps off each shoulder, teasing the guys, holding my top against my breasts. I laid out on my stomach, giving them and everyone else watching me an ‘accidental’ flash of my bare boobs. Then I rose up on my elbows, so that just my nipples touched my towel. That pose I held for a few minutes, after I noticed the nearby attractive couple checking my bare chest out. Next I dropped back down on my stomach, with my legs spread open, and with nothing but my small bikini bottom keeping me from complete exposure.
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  • Suzi Has An Adventure

    Suzi had always been quite adventurous when sex was any part of the equation. The 24-year-old, who had spent most of her life thus far living in and around Seattle, was known as one of the “easiest” girls to bed during her high school and college years. Not only was she wanton and loose in her ways, but Suzi was also beautiful – and she knew it. Suzi made several men her victim by charming them with her body. Her hair was naturally-blonde and went down well past her shoulders, to the midpoint of her back. She was tight and compact at 5-foot-5 and 101 pounds, and was stunning with a 36d-23-34 figure. Suzi had an excellant tan and was more than willing to show off her charms in sexy, tiny outfits. She made it a practice to date a lot of guys throughout high school and college, but never stayed with anyone for an extended period of time until Michael came along.

    Michael, also 24, had been dating Suzi for more than a year now. But at the same time, Suzi was far from faithful to him – and he knew it. In fact, Michael liked the idea of his girlfriend going out and having sex with others. It turned him on. So, Suzi could keep Michael as her main boyfriend, but she also had the freedom to go out and see others. One thing which really endeared her to Michael was the fact that he had been arranging gang-bangs, with her as the featured attraction, once a month for nearly a year. Suzi liked being at the center of gang-bangs, because there were plenty of willing men who would do their best to satisfy her. But, Suzi had never been satisfied. She always wanted more. No one – not even a group of men – had ever fully satisfied her.

    Suzi was excited. She knew that an entire weekend of fucking and sucking a trio of hot men was in her immediate future. Of course, the young woman became very excited whenever sex figured into her daily schedule. She would be spending the weekend at a cabin in one of Washington’s national forests, with three of her gang-bang partners. Joining her for what promised to be a fuck-fest would be Michael (her main boyfriend), as well as Nick and James. Suzi’s original intention was for more men to make the trip up to the cabin with her. But unfortunately, only three of her regular six gang-bang partners were available. Michael, Nick and James did not seem to mind that the others could not make the trip. Without the others, all three guys knew that they would have more of Suzi’s hot body for themseleves. They, of course, liked that.
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  • My Wife Likes Black Cock

    Life is strange to say the least. Take the situation that now exists between my wife and me. Linda and I have been married almost seven years now, but out relationship has changed more in the last six months than it did in the first six years. Let me explain how my present predicament began. I guess in a sense everything that has happened to me has been my fault.

    I should have left well enough alone, you see I’m married to a 25 year old fox of a wife. Her name is Linda and I’ve been with her ever since she was 16 years old. She had never known any other man but me and that was fine with me. I’m a couple of years older than Linda but not that much more experienced in sexual matters than her. Linda was a virgin when we meet, and I had only a couple of sexual experiences before meeting my wife.

    In any event, our sex life was fine for the first five years and then in the next year, I noticed how it kind of tailed off. I figured that I could improve our sex life by having us both watch and get better sexually educated by watching some porn flicks. At first Linda was against it, but she relented and eventually she seemed to actually like watching them. It did seem to improve the frequency of our sex sessions but then something interesting happened.

    As Linda and I were watching a new porno flick I had picked up, she seemed to be taking particular interest in Peter North’s large equipment as he filled some women to the limit with it. The next scene showing a black guy with his even bigger cock seemed to fascinate her even more.
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