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Sweet and Innocent Amy

It was “girls night out” and Amy really needed to get out with her friends and let off some steam. Work was driving her nuts and she hadn’t just cut loose and relaxed in months. She dressed pretty casual, but still sexy. She had on her red silk low cut top that really showed off her great 36c tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her long blond hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Her make up was flawless, and her red lipstick perfectly matched her shirt. Although she as just wearing jeans, they were tight and her ass really filled them out. The lace of her black thong just barely showed over the top of her jeans. She put on her wedding ring, diamond earrings that matched, along with a matching diamond solitaire necklace. She wasn’t dressed to thrill, but she couldn’t help but look hot.

“Where are you off to dressed like that?” Her husband Steve asked.

“I’m going to go out with the girls, and blow off a little steam, work’s really sucked lately and I deserve it.” Amy casually replied.

“A little steam, huh? If I didn’t know better I’d say you look like your going out to get laid.” Steve said jokingly.

“Me?… I could never do that.” Amy said shyly.

“I don’t know, look at how you’re dressed, you’re lookin’ pretty hot..”

” Well….I ..Uh” she paused.

“Too bad.. I’d have to give you such a spanking for being such a bad little girl…” He said playfully.

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

The words rolled off her tongue suggestively. Amy and Steve were very much in love. They had been married for five years, and Amy, although very sexually free at home, was incredibly faithful and quite shy away from her man. They had both fantasized about her having wild nights of sex with strangers, and although she wanted to try it, she was too shy to ever think about making it a reality. Her pussy began to get a little moist just thinking about.

“We’ll just have to see how the night plays out” She said playfully as she let her hand brush up against Steve’s cock.

He kissed her deeply and played with her tits through her shirt. This made her nipples stick out and show through her silky top.

“Now stop it, you wouldn’t want to ruin my make up for the other boys, …now would you.” She purred.

When her friends got to her house, she kissed Steve goodnight and said’ ” I’ll be back shortly after the bar closes.”

He walked her out to the car and they waved to each other as the car drove off. His mind raced with excitement, although, they both knew that she couldn’t do it. Steve just walked back into the house, grabbed a beer, and settled in for the night.
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Drunk Wife Cheating

My name is Tom and I am an Australian guy. And just had to tell you all about the best sexual experience I ever had.

I spent a couple of years living and working in London, sharing a 3 bed apartment with my best friend Jamie and his black friend Mick.

I and Jamie worked together in the same department in a large company, working with several women of all age groups and had a great time working and flirting with the women there same of whom were married.

We’d spend time with them after work in the pub on a Friday night and because we were the only men in the department we would always flirt that little bit more with them once we’d all had a few beers, they certainly seemed to enjoy the attention they got.

Anyway lets bring you to the night in question, it was the departments Christmas party, set in some trendy restaurant in London not to far from where we lived.

The night started slowly but after the meal, and several drinks later everybody was up dancing away on the dance floor. Jamie was dancing slowly with a married woman from the office called Terri. They seemed to be dancing very close and Terri seemed to be enjoying the attention Jamie was showing her. Now Terri is an attractive lady in her 30s married for about 10 years, slightly chubby but all in the right places, big tits about a 36d and a sexy mature butt. Anyway once the song had finished they came back to the table and Terri looked a little flushed, and headed straight for the toilets, I asked Jamie what happened up there on the dance floor and he just said he’d just had a little fill, and told me to dance with her next and try my luck, so once she returned I grabbed her arm and took her to the dance floor, we danced to a slow song and she was certainly getting turned on as she kept squeezing my butt so I kept rubbing my hands over hers and holding her very close to me so as I could see down her blouse and look at her cleavage.

After some more drinks and dancing between the two of us Terri was now flirting with us and grabbing us onto the dance floor, dancing very seductively between the two of us.

The party was almost at a close and I suggested to her, to come back to ours for a night cap as we lived so close. To which she agreed,
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Awards Night

In October, last year, I was invited, by my company to attend an awards ceremony in Manchester. I travelled with Martin, one of our salesmen, who was going to receive a long service award.

As we were checking into the hotel, a voice boomed out, “Marty! Long time, no see!” A young man, dressed in shorts and vest, shouted.

Martin’s face lit up, “Ian, how are you?” He instantly recognised the young man, as a fellow salesman, from an office in the South -West. They shook hands, and Martin introduced me, “This is Victoria, from our London office”.

“Aha, the Ice-maiden!” The young man laughed, as he took my outstretched hand, and gently kissed it.

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him.

“That is what they call you, isn’t it?” He laughed again.

At work, I had a reputation for not mixing with the other staff. I like to keep my personnel life private.

“A drink beckons,” Ian ushered us into the bar. As we sat down, I offered my cigarettes around, with no takers. I lit my mine, sucked in and exhaled a plume of smoke.

“You look like you needed that”; Ian quipped, as he made himself comfortable, stretching his muscular legs along the sofa.

“I did, Martin wouldn’t let me smoke in his car,” I pretended to whine, inhaling even more nicotine.

I watched Ian, intently, as he chatted to Martin. He had just been in the hotel gym, and his well toned- body was still glowing with sweat. He oozed confidence; in the way he sat, talked and surveyed the room.

As I finished my drink, we arranged to meet in the bar at 7.15.

I had a long soak in the bath, slowly got dressed and put my make-up on. These functions were, normally, as boring as Hell, so I didn’t make too much effort. My dress was quite fitted, and showed a little bit of cleavage, but could hardly be described as sexy.

When I arrived in the bar, Martin and Ian were already there. Martin looked very smart, in his Tuxedo, but Ian looked very suave, and incredibly sexy.

Ian bought the drinks, and guided us into Ballroom. At our table, Ian manoeuvred himself into the seat, next to mine.

During the evening, he kept everyone entertained, with some very dirty jokes and stories. I hadn’t laughed so much, for a long time. He kept my glass topped up and every time I picked up a cigarette he lit it, for me. At one stage his lips brushed against my ear. He whispered, “I love watching women smoke, it almost looks like they’re preparing for oral sex.”

I didn’t know how to reply, and was very self-conscious, as I continued puffing away.

Not only, did Martin receive his award, but he was also promoted to Regional Manager.

At 11.30, the lights came on, and the evening appeared to be coming to an end. Ian picked up two bottles of wine from our table, telling Martin to grab our glasses, “Let’s help Martin celebrate his new found success,” he announced as he made his way to the lift, as everyone else drifted into the bar.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said, as he pressed the button for the 8th floor. Inside, Ian ran his finger along my thigh, “You can even settle a couple of bets that we’ve had.”

” I’m sorry?” I replied. Ian laughed, but Martin hid his eyes and blushed.

Inside the room, Ian opened a bottle and poured it into the three glasses. I sat against the edge of the dressing table, Martin sank into an armchair and Martin lay on the bed.

“So what was this bet?” I asked.

“Well it’s three bets, actually,” he chuckled. I sipped my wine, and lit another cigarette, blowing smoke in Ian’s direction.

“Number one,” he looked at Martin, who was grinning like a five-year-old, “stockings or tights? Now I knew what they were upto. “How much is at stake?” I asked, “£10”
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Horny Hotel

Allow me to introduce myself. I am John Rayn, 34 year old vice chairman of Sabre Construction Industries. I am staying at the Ramada Grand Jarvis Hotel in Leicester on a business trip. It is a nice hotel room with a double bed and a view onto the inner courtyard of the hotel, away from the traffic. My 29 year old secretary is with me in the room across the hall to take dictation and deal with my paperwork. My business concluded for the day I pour myself a drink from the mini-bar and sit down in the arm chair. Switching on the TV I get the usual load of rubbish programs. My gaze wanders around the room, clean and impersonal, and falls on the window. I look out across the darkening courtyard at the brightly lit rooms on the other side. In one window a sexy blonde young co-ed is looking out too, just about to close her curtains. She spots me and blows me a kiss before stripping off her t-shirt to reveal a nice C-cup chest encased in a multi-colored bikini. My cock stirs in my pants at the sight of her taut, smooth body and she waves at me, closing the curtains. I linger in the window for a few seconds, my penis stirring as thoughts cross my mind.

Shaking my head, I start to unbutton my shirt, stripping it off to reveal my well-muscled chest. Leaving it draped over the back of the chair I head into the en-suite to have a shower.

The warm jets hit my body and caress their way down my skin and I feel my muscles relax. I detach the shower head and use it to wash all over, enjoying the feel of the water tickling me. I find my mind returning to the sexy student in the room across the courtyard and I think about how I’d love to play with her tits, squeezing and caressing them, pulling and teasing at her nipples. It has been so long since I last had sex and I didn’t give in to pleasuring myself very often either. The thoughts of the co-ed, however, were enough to rouse me and now here I was, thinking about her kneeling in front of me naked, sucking my cock. I let the shower jets play between my legs, caressing my balls and up the length of my shaft. This brought me erect and I watched the water drip off my 9 inch erect penis.

Trying to forget about it I got out and toweled myself vigorously, allowing my erection to subside. Pulling on the bathrobe I went back into the room with my drink in hand. I settled down, as before, in the armchair and looked out into the night sky. Most of the rooms across the way were darkened by drawn curtains, but from one the light shone unobstructed. I realized with a shock that it might be the student as it was near where her room had been. I scooted the armchair closer to the window to look out. What I saw shocked my dick awake again. I saw the co-ed and another girl, a brunette, wearing only their bikinis, pillow fighting. I watched their pert breasts jiggle as they swung the big soft pillows at each other, jumping up and down on the bed.

One of the pillows burst and Emma fell down on the bed laughing amidst a snowstorm of feathers. Courtney fell down next to her and whacked her one last time with her still intact pillow. Emma glanced out of the window and saw the fit guy she’d seen earlier looking out of his window. He had changed into a bathrobe which was lying slightly open to reveal his tanned and well-muscled chest. With a start she realized that he was watching her and Courtney quite intently and her nipples came erect.

“What are you thinking about?” Courtney asked

“You remember that guy I was flirting with earlier?”

“Yes”

“Well, don’t look, but he’s looking at us right now. I think he was enjoying seeing us have a pillow fight.”

“Oh my god,” Courtney gasped, “that’s so hot!” She glanced out briefly. “Holy shit! He is pretty fit! Do you think he’d like me doing this?” Courtney looked at Emma and started to caress her own breast.

“He’s still looking pretty closely. I think we should give him a good display, tease him until he cums all over the nice clean carpets.”

“Oh my god, it makes me horny just thinking about it. Feel how wet my pussy is.”
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Its Good To Be The Boss

Owning your own business has it’s downsides, sure. Bills, resposibilty, there’s no real stability and a hell of a lot of pressure, of course it does have perks as well. You can make your own hours and you don’t really answer to anyone but the government I suppose. And you have employees to do the shitty work for you. Being the boss can be fun, but much of the time there are hard decisions you have to make. That’s what this story is about and I swear to god it’s true!

Michelle had been working for me for a couple months in the store. We sell music and this is a pretty laid back job and what many would consider a great place to work. She was actually an animator just between jobs and I only hired her to be nice to her boyfriend. He was a regular and we talked alot in the store. I didn’t particularly care for him, but I liked his money and always enjoyed when he brought Michelle with him. It’s not that she was so hot or anything, but she was pretty cute and she had a couple things going for her. The first thing was her height. I’m not into short girls or anything, but she was maybe 5’3″ and I have to tell you, double d’s look fucking huge on a girl that short! Maybe they were just d’s and not double, but on her they just looked so fucking big and delicious. The other thing she had going for her was her attitude. She wasn’t rude or anything, but she always had a bored look on her face, like a bitch that thinks she’s too cool for everyone. Truth be told, she was pretty fucking cool. She liked all the same music that we liked and she wasn’t one of those girly girls that can’t hang out or look like they spend an hour on their makeup. She just had a bit of a “fuck you” face. I didn’t care. Instead of talking to her jerkoff boyfriend, I would just try to sneak a peak at her cleavage whenever she wore a low cut top. I suppose another bonus she had working for her was her ethnicity. I don’t know what she was, but she was most likely white and part Spanish or Philipino or Thai. Kind of like Jessica Alba, but let’s be real, she was no Alba. She often had dark cirlces under her eyes like she didn’t get enough sleep and she was nowhere near as fit as Jessica Alba. She had some weight on her. Not that you would say she’s fat, but you wouldn’t think she was thin and whatever fat she had, you knew it was just adding to her melons.

So I hired her to work the till and do some sales for a while. Cute girls behind the counter never hurt sales. But after a few months I was through. She was terrible! She had no energy and she didn’t like helping customers at all, so she was very slow in dealing with them and she gave half hearted smiles that were totally see through. Sales went down on her shifts and truth be told, I didn’t care how big her tits were, I would have fired her within the first 30 days when this all became apparant except about a week after hiring her her boyfriend and I were talkign about girls and fucking when he tells me about her. How she likes it rough in the ass and how deep she can throat a cock! So that held me off for the next couple of weeks. Everytime I saw her slacking on the job I just started thinking about her taking it balls deep in her ass or between those full lips of hers. I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I wouldn’t say we became friends, but we definitely talked more without her boyfriend there all day. She seemed sweet enough, but between all the words she actually said, all I could hear her say was, “Fuck my ass harder!” I even felt the slightest hint of attraction between us. Nothing Hollywood or cliche, but just the moments during a conversation when you look into each other’s eyes and within a laugh or pause you feel a little vulneraility on her part. Before flirting. A slight acknowledgement of sexual chemistry that is never said or acted upon.

But I couldn’t put it off any longer. She had to be let go. She wasn’t even watching the floor for shoplifters anymore! And it cost me more to have her on than she made on her shifts. I was actually losing money! So I waited for the end of her shift one night and decided to break the news. I was sure it come as a shock since I never led on that this coming or that I was dissapointed. We had just had a boxset worth over $150 get stolen on her shift today and it wasn’t the first time. So I was pretty pissed off.

She came into the back room after closing and I asked her to sit down.

“I have to let you go. I’m sorry, this just isn’t working out.” I was cold. I had to be, this is what you do as an employer.

She was calm and I guess I would say shocked but it never really showed on her bitch face.

“Really?” She said.

“It can’t be a complete surprise, Michelle. Come on! You don’t even try to look like you’re working anymore! You have a shitty attitude and you don’t bring anything to the store to make you an asset!” I usually shut people down hard when I have to fire someone and they want to argue with me.

She was pissed now. “I guess it just doesn’t feel that way when your boss stares at your tits everyday!”

Oops! I guess I wasn’t as slick as I thought. This was trouble. We’d stepped off the path of legal employment standards and were now on our way to sexual harrassment!
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Parking Lot Whore

“This is so dirty,” my wife whispered to me as the large breasted blonde ground herself into my lap, “aren’t I the best wife ever?”

I was unable to answer lost in the moment. It was dirty and so out of character for my wife. The evening had started with a nice dinner out, followed by a few drinks at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes. After a few cocktails, Linda suggested we hit a strip club, something she had never done before. I, of course, had and suggested my favorite titty bar, located just a few blocks from downtown.

Linda watched as the stripper gyrated on my lap. Seeing the nude female form was not unusual for her, being art director for an advertising firm she was exposed to photos of and actual scantily clad women every day. Having started her career as a photographer, she had done a few nude shoots before we had met, proudly showing me the photos, displaying some of them on the walls of our home. She had always looked at nudes in a detached artist’s manner. Tonight, for the first time, she seemed to be enjoying the titillating nature of the nude female form.

“Her tits are so big,” she said leaning into my ear, “do you think they’re real?”

“No way.” I answered. They were stiff, not having the bounce of a natural pair. I’d explain this all to Linda later.

The song ended and the stripper extracted herself from my lap. Linda handed a twenty to her, but the stripper held her g-string out just as she would for a male customer. Linda placed the bill in the stripper’s underwear hesitantly, not making eye contact with the girl.

It was then that she noticed the effect the stripper had had on me. “Someone looks like they’ve enjoyed themselves!”

I grabbed her leg, just above the knee and below the hem of her dress. “Thanks for the lap dance, baby.”

“Seeing that makes it all worth while.”

“I want you so bad.” I reached for my wallet to leave a tip on the table. “Let’s get out of here, quick!”

We walked through the parking lot, arm in arm. My free hand caressing her beautiful ass, hers rubbing my hard cock through my pants. She’d do that for the entire ride home, I knew, keeping me so ready, that the second we got home I’d bend her over the dining room table, pull up her dress, pull down her panties and take her. That’s how Linda liked it, car rides being excellent foreplay to an evening of hot sex.

I opened her car door and helped her in, then circled around to the driver’s side door. As I sat down, I noticed that Linda had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons on her dress, her black lace bra clearly evident.

“These are real,” she said pointing to her comparatively modest breasts, “and they’re all yours.”

We kissed, acting more like high school students, than a married couple. I cupped a breast while Linda stroked the whole length of my stiff cock through my pants. Soon her fingers were pulling at my zipper, freeing my cock.

“I’ve wanted to suck you all night. I wanted to suck you while you watched those dirty sluts dance on stage.”

She lowered her head to my lap and took me in her mouth. I made a quick scan around the parking lot. It was dark, and someone would have to be looking right into our car to see what was going on. I relaxed, slumped in my seat and took a handful of my wife’s hair.

Linda was a well-practiced cocksucker. Even after ten years of marriage, she gave me frequent and excellent head. We had done things like this when we were dating, but it had been years since she’d taken me in a car. I had always liked the excitement, the thrill of possibly getting caught. After a few minutes, Linda had me close, the muscles in my neck became unable to support the weight of my head and I felt myself looking at the ceiling of the car.

The loud rap on the passenger side window startled us both. Linda sat bolt upright, a breast coming free from her bra. She pulled the front of her dress closed, and for the first time I noticed how the dress that had looked so conservative during dinner now looked quite slutty.
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Maries First Stranger

You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.

But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.

On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.

“O.K. Buster,” she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. “This is the afternoon you’re gonna get your fantasy come true.” And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.

For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.

“You’ve been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?”

My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.

“Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch.”

Marie walked over to the closet. “You see the slats in this door?”

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.

“You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in,” I said.

“That’s right.” And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. “I’m going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don’t leave the room. I will call you,” she said, “Maybe.”
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Claudia The Woman Next Door

I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy. She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T- shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.

The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up. While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her. I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.

One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”

I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.

She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.

She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 40Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
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Hotel Room

The maid knocked on the door for the third time, rather pointlessly it seemed. She had obviously rushed out or fallen asleep. To her surprise, the door opened to reveal a beautiful woman, dressed only in a very short, see-through dressing gown.

“Come on in,” she said as if her mind were occupied with other things. The maid rushed past, half embarrassed for the woman and her lack of clothing. The door was closed behind her, much to the maid’s surprise.

“On the coffee table please.”

The young maid set down the champagne and made for the door, deliberately passing the woman for her tip. She leaned against the wall by the door, arms folded. The maid gave a quiet sigh of resignation and turned the door handle.

“If there’s anything else don’t hesitate…”

“Can I ask a favour of you?’ said the woman.

“Uhh, sure,” said the maid. “That’s what we’re here for.”

“What bra size are you? You look pretty big…”

The girl quickly shut the door in her embarrassment.

“It’s just that I really need a bra for tonight and I’m sure you could lend me yours, if it’s the right size of course.”

“Umm.. Well I’m a thirty four D, so I doubt if…”

“My size exactly.”

She knew the woman was lying; she looked double D at least. After examining her breasts, she noticed her entire body was wet which made her dressing gown cling to her. She’d been in the shower, her reason for lateness at the door.
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Kissing The Bride

“Kissing the bride is such a sexist tradition.”

“You would prefer that guests just fuck the bride?” I joked.

Kimmy’s reply shocked me. “You would just love that, wouldn’t you Jeff?” Then she stuck her tongue out at me. “You are such a perv.”

Though no prude, she was by all appearances conventional about sex. I enjoyed teasing her about the contrast between her gender liberation and her sexual conservatism. Occasionally, I hinted at the ‘open marriage’ lifestyle I shared with her mother, but never to explicitly. There were certain rules that Ruth, my wife, Kimmy’s mom, insisted on. Not letting family know was one of them.

Like her mother, my step daughter liked to defy expectations. Ever since she was a young girl, life played by Kimmy’s rules, not the other way around. Now as she her wedding approached, her mother, and her future mother-in-law, wanted to run it all. Kimmy would have none of that. So, since her biological father was again half way around the world on an oil rig, she turned to me to mediate.

My reward was watching her, now a week before the wedding, model gowns for me. The stuffy traditional model favored by the mothers, and the low-cut backless sheer designer gown she preferred. With both of them, she wore stay up stockings and an under wire half cup bra. I was so busy bobbing my eyes from her legs to her chest I barely registered the dresses. Still, while she switched back into her casual clothes behind her half shut door, I had sensibly agreed with her choice.

When she emerged, tiny diamond glistening in her ‘slut gut’, I had a hard time not preferring the loveliness of her tan legs bared against the ivory hose, and her extraordinarily large but naturally firm breasts hardly needed the enhancement of the bra. ‘But why,’ I puzzled, ‘did she want the demi-cup? What if her nipples got stiff?’
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First Black Sex and Lactation

This story is going back to when I was a young wife and mother. My husband, Harry and I had been married only a few months when he decided to enlist in the Air Force. I was 19 and he was 20 when we got married. I was seven months pregnant at the time he entered the Air Force so I stayed home until the baby came. After my 6-week checkup, I joined him along with our new born son. We had a 1-room efficiency apartment, which was all we could afford at the time.

Harry’s Squadron Sergeant met all new comers and their wives (if married) so when I arrived we had an appointment to meet Sergeant Philip S. Singer. Sgt Singer was about 40 years of age, big muscular jet- black man with sparkling eyes and a nice smile. He greeted the baby and me and welcomed me to the Air Force team. Of course at 19 years of age and not too well traveled, I was awe struck with all the attention.

We sat around a coffee table and had coffee and donuts and chatted. I might have been somewhat naïve however I did not miss that look that every gal gets to know where men signal their likes of what they see. I could tell that he was sizing me up a little more than is normally done when meeting someone.

In high school I know that it was not uncommon for the black guys to hit on the white gals and try to have sex with them. I was wondering if Sergeant Singer has any ideas along them lines.

When it came time to depart, Sergeant Singer made a special effort to look me in the eyes and tell me what a pleasure it was to meet me and hoped that we would meet again soon.

It was not long until the Squadron picnic, which was a time for the members and their families to get together for social activities and eat and drink which included plenty of beer. Harry and I went. As the baby was too young for the activities, we decided to get a baby sitter for him.

My husband has a weakness, he loves beer and when it is free he thinks he has to drink it all up. Well this day was not an exception, as the afternoon wore on, Harry got drunk and soon passed out on a picnic table. Sergeant Singer got a couple of guys to get him into his car and took Harry and me to our apartment. After I sent the baby sitter home and Harry was safely in bed sleeping his drunk off, I had to feed Junior.

Sergeant Singer had sat down on the couch to watch a football game on TV. I needed to breast feed Junior and as I could not just ask the Sergeant to leave, I giggled and said, “Sergeant Singer, Hope you like white titties as I have to feed Junior.”

“Well, don’t mind me and of course I appreciate nice young breast of all colors,” as he chuckled in a deep throaty manner. “I have seen women breast feeding before, so just do what you have to do and by the way, I would like for you to call me Phil.”
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Neighbors Hot Wife

For almost three years now, I’d had a unfulfilled fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.

Believe me, I’ve enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I’m only 20, I can’t compare to him.

However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. My sister, mom, and dad were all at work. It was hot, about 110, but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking good in a knee- length robe.

She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I’d ever gotten that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out “You want it — come get it!” She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from side to side. I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched down, thinking of her.

Later that day, I was out in the back yard “painting” the fence that hides the pool filtration stuff. Because I was “painting” with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on. The other advantage to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).

Anyway, I heard the Karen’s door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon quieted. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock fence. Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.

I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together.

Karen’s eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it. “Would you be willing to take a look at it?” was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard- on or no hard-on.
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Janine

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.
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Super Sex Machine

Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find.

On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say “…so ugly it’s cute”. Well, you know what they say happens to girls at closing time.

A couple of hours later, my friend Chuck comes over to the table with a drop-dead gorgous brunette and along with her was the dog-faced chick. Her name was Louise. She sat down next to me and we started to talk, I can’t remember about what. By this time, I had downed a few and I was easier to please than earlier in the evening, and the pickings had been pretty slim. It was obvious that Chuck was going to pair up with the Baby Doll, leaving the other one for me. I guess I rationalized that it was my duty to do this for Chuck, and it wouldn’t hurt me either. And besides, I was starting to get turned on by one of the biggest set of jugs that I had ever seen except in magazines.

I let my hand drop down into Louise’s lap, and eased it between her thighs, just to let her know where my mind was going. She squeezed her thighs against my hand, as if to indicate she liked having it there. In a few minutes, we had decided to go to Louise’s trailer just out of town, to drink some beer and party. After a quick beer stop, we arrived at Louise’s trailer; we had to climb in through the window, but I can’t remember why. Once inside, Louise brought me a beer and about halfway through it, she excused herself to make herself more comfortable. When she returned, she had on a long satin nightgown in a light yellow color. Nothing could have helped her face, but I must admit everything else about her was a turn-on. Everything that had anything to do with sex was bigger than what I was used to. Furthermore, she was not fat, just big. Her large physical features were all in proportion and gave her a bigger than life sexy mystique that turned me on even more every minute. Those tits must have been 44DD and I had never had my hands on anything like that until now, that is.
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Real Trophy Virgin

I grew up in a small town in Kansas. When I was in the 6th grade, my breasts developed very fast. I was a full C cup and the end of the summer. Entering the 7th grade, I was busting out of my bra, and graduated to a D cup. All the boys looked at me constantly. I was always trying to hide my breasts. They were really hard to hide. My nipples would get hard and stuff, and the boys would just gawk at me.

I never had any sexual experience though, just masturbating at home. I really liked to masturbate a lot of the time. I would go into the girls room at school, sit in the stall and rub my clit until I came. I would stretch my legs out far, and one time, I kicked the door open by mistake! Luckily, no one was there! I think I became obsessed with masturbation, and would “do it” about 10-15 times a day. I was really afraid of being caught.

When I graduated high school, I was still a virgin. I was horny all of the time, but just never wanted to be with a guy. Thinking about a huge throbbing cock inside of me, scared me! I leaned to come using many crazy objects. I did not use vibrators. I used ashtrays, brush handles, hair clips, books and just about anything that was around at the time to rub my pussy. My underpants were always soaked, so I stopped wearing them completely. I would wear tight pants, so my lips would constantly be separated, leaving my clit totally stimulated all of the time. I could just come sitting on a bus, or in a restaurant by just squeezing my legs tight.
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Kick Ass Bachelor Party

Amazingly enough, I was getting married. My friends were not so amazed. They had heard me bitch and moan for years about getting out of the singles scene. My best friend Karl had laughed when I told him. “Tim, we’ve known that since you first started dating Calli.”

Calli was my fiancée. She was also probably the last woman I’d ever thought I’d fall in love with. She was straight-laced and, though laid back, was not the experimenting type. She always told me she had done all that wild stuff back in high school and college. Whenever I asked her what that wild stuff was, she’d say that she was entitled to some secrets. It would piss me off, but I wasn’t going to fuck up our relationship over past shit. She was 24 now, but definitely ready for the quiet married life.

And I couldn’t really complain. Calli was the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on. Only 5-foot-1 and 105 pounds, she packed more sex-appeal and raw femininity into her small frame than Pam Anderson, Cameron Diaz, and Mariah Carey combined. Long, wavy brown hair fell down to the small of her back, matched by her dark brown eyes in her sculpted, high-cheekboned face. She had small, pouty lips that could turn kissing from an art form to a lusty tongue-fest in a second. Blessed with perfectly shaped 34-C breasts that were made for fondling, she also had dark pink nipples that grew to the size of the ends of my pinkies when erect. I always loved it when we’d go to the mall and she went bra-less, because I’d whisper what I wanted to do to her in her ears and watch those nips pop through her shirt or top for everyone to admire. Calli was in great physical shape. She had definition to her muscles, but not too much. Her legs were strong and curvy like a dancer’s, and her ass was the absolute best I’d ever had the honor of seeing naked or in a thong.

Unfortunately, for all that, Calli was not very creative in bed: missionary position, or her on top, though she had let me do her doggy-style a few times (and god what good times they were!). She did give me head occasionally, and of course, she loved it when I ate her out. I’d ask her to try some more exotic positions, but she’d always say that she was past that kind of stuff.
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Waterpark

I knew we needed a small vacation after work had been so stressful lately. A nice, long weekend to get a way a bit so we could relax. The summer was the hottest it had been in a long time and I could tell you were dying for the water. As a surprise, I made arrangements to stay at the coast and visit the beach.

Thursday afternoon I picked you up from work. You smiled but I could tell you were wound up.

“Guess what?”

“Chicken butt?” you reply sarcastically.

I grin, “No, something better.”

“Hey, you missed our exit.”

“No, I didn’t. We’re going to someplace better.”

“This isn’t one of those ‘Heaven’s Gate’ things is it?”

I roll my eyes. “NO! I’ve booked a nice little weekend getaway for us.”

I nearly wreck the car as you lean over and hug me tightly.

We arrive at the hotel and find our suite. It’s very nice and we unpack and jump into the shower. One of our favorite things is to take a shower at a hotel *never ending supply of hot water* together and just relax. The rest of the evening is spent making love in the suite and showering. We stop once, however, to eat the pizza we had delivered by room service. I enjoy watching the delivery guy’s eyes bulge out of his head when you open the door wet and naked to accept the pizza.
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How It Started

It all started one night, years back, when my friend was at our house playing cards with us. Just your normal card game, not strip poker or anything like that.

Because it was a hot night, no AC, my wife was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. A button down top with the shorts bottom. My wife has blonde hair and at that time, 36C tits, and a sweet ass that got plenty of looks from guys.

As we were playing cards, I accidentally slid one of her cards off the table. I never thought much about it, until I dealt the next card to my friend. It was then that I noticed his eyes were on my wife and not on my dealing. It was just a quick glance, but enough that I noticed it. I acted as though I was busy dealing and hadn’t seen him, but it had got my attention, and my mind racing. Different emotions were going through my mind.

At first I was pissed, but the more I thought about it, it kind of excited me! Hell, if the situation had of been reversed, I’d have done the same thing. After that, I noticed once in awhile when he was dealing, he would “accidentally” slide a card of the table – always hers of course.

I also noticed, when he thought no one was looking, he’d adjust himself from time to time. After awhile, I decided that he’d had enough peeks for this night. Then I thought, why not one more?
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Ball Game Balling

“Oh, c’mon honey. We can’t see the screen with you standing there!”

Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen.

“Oh well,” I said to Frank, sitting next to me, “I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!”

Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. “Tell me if I miss anything.”

The ball game had been an exciting one so far; the lead switching from team to team as the game progressed. I was reluctant to tear myself away from the TV, but we all needed that liquid refreshment essential to watching any sporting event!

“How long is this stupid game going on?” asked my wife as I opened the fridge, “I’m bored!”

She smiled that impish little grin at me. The one she knows I find hard to resist. “I’m also feeling a little horny, baby. C’mon, get rid of these guys and forget the game, I got something hot just for you!”

I thought about it. My wife can be a hot little bitch when she wants. But I stood firm. “Sorry honey, It’ll have to wait a while, the game’s just getting interesting, and the guys want their beer!”

I could almost feel her icy stare on my back as I returned to the lounge to resume watching the game. Frank, Joey and myself watched, drank and cheered as our team increased their lead. At one point I heard Janice stomping up the stairs and assumed that she was going to watch a soap or something on the TV in our bedroom. I paid no more attention to her until, several minutes later I heard her returning. Joey was sitting by the door and was the first to see her as she entered the room. His eyes stood out on stalks as he looked at my wife. Whilst she was upstairs, she had changed her clothes and now appeared before us barefoot and wearing only the briefest pair of shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra under the shirt and her large breasts bobbed and jiggled under the thin material as she walked. Her attitude had changed as well. She stood in front of us smiling sweetly.

“Can I get you more drinks, boys?”
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Stadium

I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I’d sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.

I’m sure every stadium concession stand is the same, especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed with people, you couldn’t even see your feet, there were so many people. I wore a mini, a full flouncy. Even the lightest breeze would whish up under it and tantalize my pussy. I loved the feeling and am always so hot in the stadium I’ve started dressing for comfort more than appearance. I wore a little tank top that matched and low-heeled sandals. All and all I was comfortable, and didn’t think I looked too bad.

A person is often jostled about in these lines, and more than once someone rubbed against my ass or my tits. I didn’t know if sometimes it was on purpose or not, and I didn’t really care. If the guy turned around and smiled an apology I always sent him a forgiving smile or pretended not to notice.

I’d been in line about ten minutes when I finally noticed the man behind me. I didn’t turn around to actually look at him, but I could feel his proximity against my back. He didn’t seem overly tall or intimidating, so I continued to ignore him and wait for my turn in line. When I felt a hand on my ass, I knew it was his. Should I turn around, I thought? But no, I don’t want a confrontation. Besides a part of me wondered what he planned. Did he think he could just touch me in plain view of all these people?
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Seduced By My English Teacher

My eleventh grade English teacher was a short, full figured woman of 23 in her first year as a full fledged teacher. She had a classic hour glass figure, huge tits and a very full butt with wider than average hips. She was not the type that I was attracted to. I liked ’em tall, lean and hard. Interestingly, her waist was tiny.

Martha was not beautiful, but she had a sexy, flirting smile that hinted at nasty. I was a straight ‘A’ student and she took an early interest in me and my college pursuits. I never had any thoughts about fucking her. She was a teacher, she wasn’t my type, and I certainly never felt that an opportunity would present itself.

At the end of the school year, just following my eighteenth birthday, my folks invited her to spend the weekend at our farm. My dad taught at the same HS and knew her from school. Her apartment lease was up; she was taking a summer job somewhere else and needed a place to stay for a few days.

My dad was working on his Doctorate and was gone that weekend. He was putting the final touches on his dissertation and was locked in a library at the University a couple of hours away. Martha took over the upstairs guest bedroom, sharing a bathroom with me. It was an odd arrangement; I actually had to go through her room at the top of the stairs to get to the bathroom. My parents slept downstairs.

As was the custom, I would give her a tour of the three hundred acre farm, to include the barns and other out buildings. I suggested that we could take a long hike the next morning to see the entire spread, which had numerous creeks and streams and pristine old growth forests. Having grown up in the city, she had never been in a barn, or visited a working farm.
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Gang a Bang

[Story contributed by Paula]

My husband always go to this little hole in the wall bar when we travel out of state, we were cleaning up at the hotel when my husband told me I could dress as slutty as I wanted. I love to wear short skirt no panties and tight fitting shirts no bras when we go out of town. I could never do this in our home town, so I smiled and begin to get dressed, I pulled on the tightest shortest skirt I had, the I slipped on the lowest cut blouse I had.

“I’m ready”, I said, and we were off for some fun. The car seat was cool to my naked ass, my blouse was so thin you could see my nipples with out trying.

Ee pulled into the little bar around 11 I think, we went inside, I noticed right away that there was only one other woman in the bar and around 15 men. It didn’t bother me much I love men, we have done some swinging with another couple and done some mfm.

We found a table in the back, my husband went to get some drinks, he returned and asked if I wanted to play pool. I reminded him how short my skirt was, he smiled and said give them something to look at, so I removed a pool stick from the corner and said rack em. We started playing pool when 4 guys came over and begin speaking with my husband, I made sure I showed them all I had, I bent over the table my skirt raised over my ass.
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My Friend Gabby

Several years ago, before I was married, I had a nice experience with a friend of mine, a girl I worked with. Her name was Gabby, and she was a black girl of about twenty. She had a pair of the biggest and softest brown eyes this side of heaven, and was just plump enough to be alluring; huge tits, a big, squirmy bottom, full legs. She looked like she was made of light tan velvet.

I was living alone at the time in a small three-room apartment. One Friday evening there was a knock at the door, and when I opened it there was Gabby smiling at me. “They’re decorating my apartment, Cathy,” she said in her soft low voice. “That darned paint makes me sick. Would I be imposing if I asked to spend the night here?”

“Why, of course not, Gabby. You’re just as welcome as the flowers in May,” I smiled. “Come on in.”

We watched some TV together, then made ready for bed. I showered, and then the black girl took her turn in the shower. I had never seen a black person nude before, and when she came into the bedroom naked a little thrill ran through me. She was still moist from her bath, I saw. I wanted to stare at her, but I could not.
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Wanna Bet

Brian loves his wife, Teresa. He loves the way she looks. He loves the way she loves him. He loves the way she turns the heads of other men. He loves everything about her.

At 39, she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. At the time, he was sharing a house with a female friend – purely platonic – and she brought a new girl from work home for supper. It was Teresa. For Brian it was love at first sight. He was struck by her petite 5′ 3″ frame – a tiny waist which emptied into curvy hips and well-toned muscular legs. Most striking were her large-for-her-size breast which measured 38DD. They seemed to be busting at the buttons of the revealing top she wore. Brian was definitely interested!

It wasn’t long before Brian asked Teresa out and within a year, they were married. They had three kids over the years but Teresa took care of herself and remained as stunning as ever. Now in their late thirties, Brian was looking for ways to spice up their sex life. They had great sex, but it had become a bit routine. So Brian decided to risk sharing a fantasy of his with Teresa.

Teresa didn’t understand how a man’s mind works. She thought of herself as “middle-aged” and no longer someone who turned men’s heads. Brian knew better, and the mere thought of other men checking his wife out caused his male member to awaken. To put spice back into their lives, Brian wanted to get Teresa to turn more than a few heads by wearing some sexy and slightly slutty clothes in public. He knew this would turn him on and felt it would do wonders for Teresa as well.

Brian decided to do some online shopping for his wife. He found just what he was looking for. He found some “club” type dresses and skirts. He found a skirt made of a sheer material that rode low on the hips and would just cover her shapely ass. He found a top that would allow her to wear a “shelf” type bra to support her ample breasts but allow her cleavage and nipples to be prominently displayed through the satiny material. He made his purchases … including new lace thong underwear, and made his plans.
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Lisa Tries a Strip Club

We’d had a long lunch with plenty to drink before Lisa dropped me at the front door, and headed off toward the bar a mile down the road. I’d told her to give me half an hour before she came back, and to wait in the parking lot. “Drive carefully” I said to her as I closed the door and entered the dimly lit strip club.

I stepped inside and waited a second, letting my eyes adjust from the brilliant Canadian sunshine to the dark interior of the strip club. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and predictably the place was virtually empty, with maybe twenty men sprinkled about the bar. Ten or so strippers casually sauntered around and two waitresses lounged at the bar, mostly killing time before the late afternoon rush. Once I could see clearly, I made my way to a far corner and took a seat beside the wall and noticed for the first time the girl up on stage, gyrating to a slow song.

As I took my seat, I looked around the place. It was large, capable of holding 400 or 500 people and was tastefully decorated, with plush carpet and comfortable tables and chairs sprinkled around the seating area. The black lighting coupled with the black walls and ceilings provided a very dim atmosphere, similar to that of a planetarium or dark movie theatre. The stage, however, was well lit and set against one wall as the focal point of the bar. The dancers entered down a flight of marble stairs at the side, and performed three songs around the large spacious stage. As the three dances progressed, the woman would gradually shed her clothes and become more suggestive. From dancing around the stage clothed in a tight skirt and top in the first song, she would eventually progress by the third song to being fully naked and rolling around on a silk sheet, simulating torrid sex and masturbating herself for the audience.
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