simple rules----part-1-of-1

Simple Rules CHICKS Don't Know:

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1. Nothing says, “I love you” like a blowjob in the morning.

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2. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it's up, put it down.
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3. Don't cut your hair. Ever.
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4. Don't make us guess.
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5. If you ask us a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.
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6. Sometimes he's not thinking about you. Live with it.
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7. He's never thinking about "The Relationship."
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8. Get rid of your cat. No, it's not different; it's just like every other cat.
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9. Dogs are better then ANY cat. Period.
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10. SUNDAY=SPORTS. It's just like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
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11. Shopping is not everybody’s idea of a good time.
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12. You have enough clothes.
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13. You have enough shoes.
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14. Anything you wear is fine. Really.
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15. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must. But don't expect us to like it.
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16. Your brother is an idiot, your ex-boyfriend is an idiot, and your dad probably is too.
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17. Ask for what you want. Guy’s are dense, subtle hints don't work.
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18. He won't remember your anniversary, so mark it on the calendar (in BIG red letters).
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19. Share the bathroom.
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20. Share the closet.
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21. Yes and No, are perfectly acceptable answers.
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22. A headache that lasts for 17-months is a problem. See a doctor.
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23. Nothing says, "I love you" like a blowjob in the morning.
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24. Foreign films are for foreigners.
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25. Check your oil.
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26. Don't give us 50 rules, when 25 will do.
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27. Don't fake it. We'd rather be ineffective than deceived.
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28. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
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29. All comments become null and void after 7 days.
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30. If you don't dress like Victoria Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.
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31. If something we said could be interpreted two different ways, and one way makes you sad or angry. We meant the other way.
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32. Let us ogle other women, if we don't look at other women, how will we know how pretty you are?
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33. Don't rub the lamp if you don't want the genie to come out.
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34. You can either ask us to do something, or tell us how you want it done. Not both.
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35. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
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36. Christopher Columbus didn't need directions and neither do we.
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37. Women wearing wonder bras and low cut blouses, lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at.
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38. When we're turning the steering wheel and the car is starting onto the off ramp, you saying, "this is our exit," is not necessary.
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39. Nothing says "I love you" like a blowjob in the morning.

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penis----part-1-of-1

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The Day the Penis asked for a Raise

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I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
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I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
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Sincerely,
P. Niss
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The Response
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Dear Penis:
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After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:
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You do not work 8-hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team. You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other locations.
You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
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Sincerely,
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V. Gina
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Response to V. Gina
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While I thank you for considering my request, I must take a moment to contest some of management’s reasons for denial.
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-I am not required to work 8-hours straight, although due to scientific breakthroughs, I am able! The last time I worked beyond what management deemed to be a ‘reasonable time,’ the attempt was made to throw me out.
- On the Job Site I am the ‘Designated Driver’ and personnel responsible for all ‘heavy lifting,’ which lately has become much heavier than usual!
-Management has not upheld the ‘Internal Advancement Program’ or the ‘Employee Stimulation Program’ that were discussed with the Human Resources Mgr. (M. Outh) at the time of my hire, hence the ‘initiative,’ demonstrated at the time of hire, to dive head first into my work if the wind blows has tapered off.
-Management constantly requires that I be tested for reaction time and response to commands (i.e.: faster, slower, stop, don't stop, etc.). A great majority of the time during testing, Management seems to forget my name and begins shaking violently and cursing at me. Added to my confusion is that after testing is over I'm always invited to cum again.
-Furthermore, Management has been in violation of my terms of employment through the exploration of a mechanized and automated employee replacement. While I do not have a problem with working ‘along side’ these ‘employee substitutes’ due to the enormous expansion of my work area over the years, if I am to be replaced, I will require thirty days notice and visitation as in our contract.
-Since workplace cleanliness has never been part of my job description, I will be taking my lunch breaks elsewhere and no longer be found eating at my workstation until Housekeeping Department resumes demonstrating the same pride that was once shown at the time of my hire.
-Management has with increasing frequency refused me access to my workstation claiming that the factory is operating in ‘sleep mode’ or that B. Rain is out for the day due to excessive pain.
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It is my wish to continue employment with this establishment, but the recent Hot and Cold methods of operation leave me concerned about the stability of our continued association.
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Thank you for your consideration,

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P. Niss
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Q.cc. Chief Executive Officer - B. Rain
cc. Human Resources Mgr. - M. Outh

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party----part-1-of-1

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The Halloween Party

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It was Halloween, a night for young and old to dress up, to slip into a costume and assume a new identity. It was a night of fun and games, of tricks and treats. I was looking forward to the yearly party that my friend Danielle always threw. It was always filled with a mix of new and old acquaintances, great food, and wonderful music.
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I was taking my time preparing myself. The late afternoon shower was hot when I washed my hair and soaped my body with the special perfume that I knew my lover liked. I made sure that my legs were shaved extra smooth and that the little heart shaped patch of pubic hair above my pussy was neat and trimmed. The lower point of the heart gently topped the top of my pink slit. I was so excited that I could already feel my nipples begin to tingle and stand erect. Just in case my lover was a no show, I slipped my favorite battery operated toy into my purse.
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I carefully applied my makeup. Then I curled my hair and piled it onto my head, held with a comb of black and red feathers. Dressing had been a bit of a challenge. How had those girls gotten into these corsets? Perhaps they helped each other. I was on my own.
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I slipped into the black lace corset and carefully adjusted my body until everything felt right. The tops of my breasts, including just part of each nipple peeked over the top of the black lace. I slid my legs one by one my black thigh high stockings and hooked them to the garter belt attached to the corset. All the easier to remove later, I slid my flimsy black lace panties over the stockings. As I slipped into my short black suede boots, I caught a glimpse of myself in my full-length mirror. Wow! I was pretty damn sexy even if I do say so myself.
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Kyle and I had been lovers for several years. Besides having been my best friend, he was the most considerate, compatible and satisfying lover I had ever known and a wonderful companion. Then something happened. I’m not sure what. He decided that he wanted to pursue an acting career. And while I was not happy about it, tried to be supportive and allowed him the freedom to pursue his dream.

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I’d not seen Kyle for months, but we talked on the phone nearly every day. Although I hadn’t mentioned it, I wondered if he would be attending this Halloween Party. I was looking forward to seeing him again, so I was hoping he would. I wondered, as I continued to dress if we would recognize each other in costumes.
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I slid the red taffeta dress over my head, and being careful not to muss my hair and the feathers, slipped it on. Once it was on, I pushed the neckline down over my shoulders to expose both the tops of my arms and the tops of my breasts. I cinched a black leather belt around my waist and added dangling black earrings to complete my look. Oh and the mask. I had a beautiful black and red feather and sequin mask that I had received as a present from Kyle after one of his trips through New Orleans.
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As was my habit, I arrived at the party a little early. In my family if you weren’t at least 15-minutes early, you were considered late. As soon as I arrived, I helped my friend Danielle finish up all the preparations, setting out food and lighting candles. As I finished I could hear guests starting to arrive. I heard our host, crank up the music and suddenly the party was in full swing.
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It was a rather interesting crowd. There was a woman with a lampshade on her head and a cardboard box around her body. She said that she was a nightstand. There was an Elvis impersonator, a man dressed like a woman and a woman dressed like a man. Everyone was in costume and there was a festive mood in the air.
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Danielle poured me a glass of Asti and I mingled with the guests, but I was unable to concentrate. I kept scanning the crowd, looking for the familiar body that I had known so intimately for the last several years and craved so wantonly. There was a large man dressed as a medieval knight. A mesh mask covered his face. The body looked about the right size, but I wasn’t sure, I needed to see his eyes. As I made my way across the room, I could feel somebody’s eyes on me. I turned towards the door just as some new guests were walking in. And I knew. I could feel him looking at me.
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Turning, I saw him... he was dressed as a riverboat gambler. Snug, worn black trousers rode down long legs and were tucked into shiny beautiful black leather boots. His vest was rich red brocade. He wore a charcoal gray striped coat and at his neck was a crisp white ruffle from a heavily starched linen shirt. The black felt hat was pulled down over salt and pepper hair that curled well over his collar. He removed it with a flourish as he greeted the hostess with a kiss. An intricate soft black leather mask covered most of his face. Only his mouth and chin were exposed and his hair, he still had all his wonderful, soft hair, like a Lion’s mane, Kyle always had the sexiest hair.
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Even though he was greeted by Danielle and gave her a warm hug, I could see that he was looking directly at me. After he finished hugging her, he kept looking at me as he nodded his head and tipped his hat like a gentleman, but he never came towards me, just continued talking with her.
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I knew...I just knew it was Kyle. He always dressed for flair and he didn’t disappoint me tonight, if it was him, that is. I hope it was him. If the gambler was Kyle, he looked fabulous. I could feel a familiar craving deep in my heart, and I could feel my pussy start to moisten with just the sight of him and the thought of making love with him again. I was scared. What should I do now? What was I going to say to him? What if it wasn’t Kyle?
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When the knight in armor started talking to me, I knew immediately that he wasn’t my love, but nonetheless I smiled up at him and did my best to keep the conversation going. We talked and laughed and even though I was enjoying myself, I never stopped thinking about my Kyle. I would occasionally catch a glimpse of him moving about the room meeting and greeting other guests. He laughed easily and smiled frequently. It was obvious that he’d remained the warm and sociable man that I remembered. Always ready to make a friend of a stranger. My heart was beating wildly and suddenly I found myself unable to speak.

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I stuttered as I excused myself. Needing to catch my breath, I walked quickly towards the stairs, intending to use the bathroom off the master bedroom. I knew Danielle wouldn’t mind. I needed some time and didn’t want to monopolize the downstairs powder room in the middle of the party. I was so excited that I needed a few minutes alone with my toy.
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I made my way to the bathroom, and as I turned to close the door, my eyes met those of the riverboat gambler. I could feel him undressing me with those eyes. He knew better than anyone what lay under my fancy red dress. He knew every inch of my body and exactly how to touch me, to tease me, to arouse and satisfy my every need. In addition to my beating heart, my pussy was beginning to throb. After all this time, just the sight of him and I wanted him. Oh, how I wanted him.
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Closing the door quietly behind me, I leaned against the vanity gasping for breath. Cupping a hand on the back of my head, my hair tumbled back as he tilted my face up. Then my eyes closed as his mouth came down on mine. It felt so good, so right, to have his mouth covering mine. His kisses ware strong and insistent. His lips opened and he slid his tongue into my mouth. I responded instantly, pressing my mouth against his, pouring every scrap of my emotions into it. My arms enfolded him as my body swayed seductively towards his. With a sigh, my lips parted and my tongue met his. Our tongues danced, probing firmly and quickly. Helplessly, I closed my eyes as his strong fingers skimmed, lightly tracing the curves of my breasts. As if I were constructed of the most delicate glass, he swept those fingertips over me. Elegantly erotic, the fragile caress had the blood rushing under my skin, heating it, sensitizing it until I thought I might die from sheer pleasure. There was no more foreplay, there was none need.
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As his tongue continued to play with mine, he lifted me up and set me on the edge of the vanity. Then his hands moved to slide open his zipper and I could feel the heat radiating off it as he pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants. His mouth never left mine. His kisses were deep and open and demanding. Needing no urging, he moved into position. And then sliding my panties aside, he placed his hands under my ass, lifted me up and plunged deeply into me. Unbidden, a loud moan escaped my lips.
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As he slid his cock deep inside me, it was hard and smooth just like I remembered. In and out, in and out he went as he pushed harder and deeper. I moaned into his kisses. He never stopped with his mouth and his tongue as he fucked me. He keep plunging into my pussy, feeling the wetness against his loins. The bathroom was suddenly hot and steamy with the fragrant odors of sex. We are joined in the pursuit of pleasure. He kept his cock moving slowly in and out of my wet pussy slowly picking up speed. I almost sob as I clutch him to me, meeting each thrust.

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I was so ready for him. I could feel myself shaking all over as the orgasm began to build inside me. He continued to thrust, in and out, out and in. He was strong and insistent and never slowed. My hands gripped his shoulders and I could feel the strength of his muscles through his coat. He reached one hand down and fingered my swollen clit. That was it. That was all I needed and I felt myself going over the edge.
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My orgasm was coming quickly now and soon my whole body was convulsing with the strength of my own orgasm, I felt the familiar feeling of the extra push that always had signaled his approaching orgasm. Finally, he pulled his mouth away from mine and closed his eyes. With one last final thrust he came deep inside me. I felt his warm cum mingling with my own pussy juices.
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After what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes. Then he leaned over and kissed me gently as he slipped his still engorged cock back into his pants. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the bathroom. As he walked out, I thought to myself, was this man really Kyle? What if it wasn’t him, and some stranger had just fucked me at my friend’s Halloween party?
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I don’t know how long I sat there before I slide down off the vanity. So much for the toy in my purse, it was no match for this man. My heart was still beating wildly and I was gasping for air. I reached for a clean washcloth and ran the warm water. I gently cleaned my throbbing pussy. Then I caught a glimpse of my face behind the mask.
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I had felt the smoothness of his lips as he was kissing me. My lips were swollen and red from his passionate kisses. I sat there for a few more minutes holding a now cold washcloth on my mouth, hoping that the guests downstairs would not notice how long I had been gone. One look at myself in the mirror and I saw a woman who had just recently been fucked by a generous lover.
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As I made my way slowly down the stairs, I saw the gambler across the room talking and laughing. His eyes caught mine and watched me as I made my way into the kitchen. Finding Danielle preparing drinks, I told her I was feeling a bit lightheaded and that I was going home. After thanking her for her hospitality, I headed out the door.
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Just as I reached my car, I heard the footsteps behind me. I turned and there he was.
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”I want you, I’ll follow you home,” the voice said. My mind was reeling so that I couldn’t tell if it was Kyle or somebody else. But at that point, I didn’t care. I couldn’t quite speak, so I just nodded. Getting into the car, I took off my mask and pulled into the street. I didn’t recognize the car that pulled up behind me, but he flashed his lights as a sign that he was ready to follow.
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I drove the short distance to my home in a daze. I was still reeling from the fucking I had received in the bathroom. If in fact the gambler was Kyle, it was a quickie for him. Sex with Kyle, in addition to being very satisfying, had always lasted a long time. I wasn’t surprised that he wanted more. I did too.
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As I pulled into the driveway and walked to the door, the gambler got out of a car that I still didn’t recognize. He still wore his mask and for the first time, I wondered was it possible that this man was not Kyle? No, even though I had not been with him in a long time, I could never forget the look and feel of him. Could I? No, he just got a new car I told myself. As he followed me into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom, I found myself just a bit nervous about this strong and confident man.
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In my bedroom, I quickly turned on the lights and the music and then moved toward him. Reaching down, I felt his already erect cock through his pants as I lowered his zipper. Encircling his huge cock in my hands, I knelt down and began to lightly kiss the tip. With a smile, I opened my mouth and slowly sucked him into my mouth. I marveled about how good he felt in my mouth. I loved to suck his cock. It was the perfect size for my mouth.
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I was promptly moving my mouth slowly up and down the full length of his shaft. As big as he was, I still took all of him deep into my throat. As my mouth reached the base, the engorged tip of his cock tickled the back of my throat. Up and down my mouth slid.
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I took him from the side and slid my tongue up and down along the full length of his cock. I sucked the tip deeply and then ran the tip of my tongue under the ridge at the head. I used my hand to grasp him firmly at the base while my mouth worked its magic on his shaft. I was in heaven. I loved to suck his cock. He lifted my head away from his cock and for a moment looked into my eyes. I was waiting for him to say something. He was still silent. I found myself unable to speak.
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He lifted me from the floor and removed his coat, vest and linen shirt. He did not remove his mask. I was afraid to ask, afraid that I might discover that this was not Kyle. I gazed at him, taking in every inch of the body that had once been even more familiar than my own.
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He untied the leather belt around my waist and lifted the red dress over my head. I stood before him in the black lace merry widow and the black fishnet stockings. The panties were long gone.
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For a moment Kyle just looked at me. Then he moved toward me, his fingers finding the tips of my nipples peeking over the top of the merry widow. Again his mouth found mine. He was a bit softer this time, seemingly aware of how tender my lips felt from our earlier encounter. His kisses were just a bit sweeter, gentler. He moved his lips slowly down my neck and across my shoulder. His fingers moved to my pussy just as his mouth replaced them on my nipples. He slid his fingers into my already hot wet pussy. His fingers stroking me as he kissed and sucked on each nipple in turn. I heard him murmur and wondered if he tasted the sweetness of the ‘Nipple Nibbler.’ Even though I had it in my purse, I had never had the opportunity to replenish it.
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I was moaning and having trouble standing. As my knees grew weaker he took my hand and led me towards my bed. With a quick swoosh, the extra pillows were on the floor and he was pulling back the coverlet, comforter and sheet. As I lay back against the pillows, he walked away. I wondered where he was going, until I saw that he was walking towards a small black valise that he had evidently brought in with him. Opening it up, he pulled out a handful of red fabric. He walked back to the bed he was separating the pieces of fabric.
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Taking one hand and then the other, he calmly tied my wrists to the headboard. Then moving to the foot of the bed, he tied my ankles to the footboard. Then he casually removed my suede boots, leaving my stockings on. With a contented sigh, his hands moved up and down the length of my legs over the stockings. This was the Kyle I knew; a man with a bit of a pantyhose fetish, always loved lingerie. His fingers softly touching my swollen wet pussy.
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With my wrists and ankles tied to the bed, I looked into the eyes of my lover. His face was still covered with the intricate mask, but I could see his eyes. I would recognize those light beautiful brown eyes anywhere. He was kneeling between my legs. Almost, but not quite roughly, he pinched and rolled the hard erect nipples between his fingers. I could feel the heat of his cock as he pushed forward without warning. I gasped. In an instant, he had shoved the whole length of himself into my warm and waiting pussy.
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Once in, he pumped and pumped, thrusting his rock hard cock into me. I moaned beneath him.
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Suddenly he leaned over and grasped my breasts, first one and then the other. When he began to suck on my erect nipples, his mouth felt wonderful. He alternated the pressure between soft and gentle, he licked and sucked on my nipples. His lips were firm and demanding on my nipples, all the while he was fucking me with his wonderful cock.
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This man was incredible. I writhed and strained against the red silk ties. I had dreamed of being tied up by a lover. And of course the only lover I would ever trust was Kyle. The feeling of him inside me was so demanded my attention, that I was quickly consumed by the feelings. His cock pumping inside me was hard and hot. My pussy was wet and slippery. In and out he thrust. My vaginal orgasms were coming quickly and repeatedly.
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As I raised my stocking clad legs high in the air, as my binds would allow, he continued to fill me. His pace quickened as he pushed even harder inside me. I reached up and gently tweaked his hard erect nipples. I heard him moan and could feel his cock grow even harder inside me. He leaned forward and kissed me, and I could feel the pulsating of his cock inside me as he again spilled the warm sweet seed deep into my warm and waiting pussy.

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Pulling his cock out of my pussy, he rubbed it against my hard clit. Then, with a snicker, he let it slip down and tickle my ass. Over and over again he teased me and pleased me. He was amazing. He knew I wanted his cock and it had been such a long time.
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As I watched, he reached over to my goodie-box and grabbed a dildo. Once it was lubed up, he gently eased it into my ass as he continued to pump and thrust his cock into my pussy. I was on the edge and could feel my orgasm building. Reaching into my goodie-bag again and grabbed a vibrator. He positioned the vibrating wonder against my clit and continued to pump and thrust his cock into my pussy as he sucked my nipples. I was over the edge and I found myself screaming out, moaning loudly, my breathing was hard and heavy. Some how the restraints, not being able to touch him, added an element of frustration to the orgasm and made it so much more intense. My whole body quivered underneath him as I spilled my own load deep from my wet, swollen pussy.
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He couldn’t help smiling as he watched me. He had always enjoyed the look on my face when I cummed, especially when I went off over and over again like a machine gun. On his knees between my legs, he slowed his stroke and just held himself inside me. Then he reached out and with one tug on each, all four of the restraints were loosened.
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Minutes later he collapsed beside me on the bed. I reached and turned off the lights and pulled up the covers. I cuddled close to him, my head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around me and held me close. The other gently held my hand against his chest.
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I could hear the deep breathing begin to slow, and I was about to ask him if he would remove his mask when I felt myself drifting off to sleep and then he spoke, a voice so warm and familiar, this magnificent lover, this gentle yet powerful man was the love of my life, and when Kyle asked me to marry him, tears of joy flooded my eyes as we kissed deeply and talked for hours about anything, everything and nothing.

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The end…

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don't shave----part-1-of-1

Don't Shave

I have recently made one of the biggest mistakes in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.

No, I was not constipated. This was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny balls of shit were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my ass-cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me knowing that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butt hair dwelling place. Eventually I would have to do one of two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its ‘Can't-Be-Flushed’ threshold.

As I was contemplating this problem, I had what seemed at the time to be a brilliant idea. “Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair all together, and then my crap will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements, things like "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK, or "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled; satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know?

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two ass-cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. And I mean it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4-block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair, ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my ass-cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum-sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing back in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a Brillo pad. Well, that’s what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

All I can say is friends don’t shave your ass hair!

The end…

blast----part-1-of-1

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Blast from the Past

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I'm now 37, married with a kid on the way. But recently on face book two women contacted me from my past. Ironically, they both contacted me in the same week, but they have no contact with each other. Even though I didn’t respond to their contacts, it brought back memories of a great night from our past.

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I was dating Amy for a few months. Amy was tall, long legs, beautiful smile, and in a very experimental sexual stage, all and all a great girl. Actually, we were more like FWB's. She was talking about me at work one day when a co-worker named Vicky said she knew me, too.

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Vicky knew me all right. We had been FWB's in high school. Vicky is the type of girl most guys only dream about getting close to. Absolute knockout, she could very easily have done a Playboy spread. Blonde hair, blue eyes, luscious lips, big, firm tits, perfect ass and legs...God, and she was smart and funny... basically 'the one that got away'. We never went all the way, but had fun.

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So anyway, Amy and Vicky and I hung out together a few times. Amy and I hung out alone, too. Hooking up every chance we had, but never having sex…everything but.

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Amy and I hooked up one night in her car with a friend of hers in the backseat. Not Vicky though, another of her friends. I was eating Amy out and reached my hand through the hole in the seat and her friend leaned forward, letting me rub her pussy through her pants for a moment. Then she freaked out, as women sometimes do and I couldn't close the deal.

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But the idea excited Amy so she came up with a plan of her own.

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She told me she wanted to have a threesome with Vicky and me. I never thought it would happen until one night when they came over together. We were lying on the floor with me in the middle when Amy said; "We were talking on the way over here about double teaming you." (Instant erection)

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Vicky at first got cold feet. She sort of sat up a little, facing me and said, "I was all for it when we were talking about it but now that the moment is here I don't know"

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There was a brief pause as Vicky stared down at the floor. She looked back up and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to fuck you.... I've always wanted to fuck you."

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Before she had a chance to protest, I grabbed Vicky’s blouse and gently pulled her down to me. My warm mouth fixed on hers, stunning her into immobility. Our tongues gently touching as I ran my fingers through her hair, gripping as her body pressed close. Our kiss sizzled, sparked, smoldered.

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Then I felt Amy’s hand caressing my muscular, toned body. I turned over and kissed her, too. She hadn’t expected my mouth to be so hot, so hard, and so hungry. Amy had thought the kiss would be sophisticated and bland. But she was wrong. Kissing me was like sliding into molten lava. Even as she gasped for air, I heightened the kiss, plunging my tongue deep, taunting, teasing hers.

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I kissed one, then the other, alternating as they worked together to take my clothes off. Vicky grabbed my cock and started stroking it as Amy massaged my balls and said, "Doesn't he have a nice cock?" Vicky replied with an erotic "mmmmm"

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And a nice cock it was, too at about 6 ½-inches long and 5 ½-inches around. I know that’s kind of average. But when it really comes down to it though, girls like the average size. Too big may be fun in porn, but it hurts. And too small is just not going to make you cum. I’m just thick enough to make a girl take that short breath in when I slide into her pussy, and just long enough to comfortably hit those right spots. As I mentioned, girls love it when I fuck them from behind, as the shape and size of my penis hits them just in the right way to get them off. Plus, it was nice and straight, but with a subtle and slight curve downward towards the head. The shaft bends just enough to hit those important spots when having sex doggy style, which is what every girl across the board has wanted from me again and again. I am circumcised, and have neat and cleanly trimmed pubic hair. Some veins, but not those gross porno guy veins on some monster dicks. Mostly smooth skin from the head down the shaft, and leading to my immaculately groomed and great looking balls.
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I fingered both of their wet pussies at the same time while they rubbed, kissed, sucked, licked, and stroked every inch of me. For some reason neither would let me go down on them. Maybe neither wanted to kiss me after my tongue had been in the others pussy?

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Amy said, "I don't want to fuck. I just want to watch you fuck Vicky"

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Vicky climbed on top and started riding me, tilting her head back and flicking her hair as she moaned. I sat up and spun her around and took her from behind while Amy lay there playing with her pussy, smiling at us both. I fucked Vicky gently at first, then harder and faster. I flipped her onto her back, my cock never leaving her warm, wet, shaved pussy. Her breasts were amazingly firm, bouncing just right with each thrust of my cock penetrating deep inside of her.

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Amy started moaning as she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers watching us. Vicky quickly followed and the two of them getting off at the same time was all I could take. I pulled out and shot my hot load all over Vicky’s breasts and belly.

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We wiped off, got dressed, smoked together and they left. But before they did Vicky gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, "I'm coming over again tomorrow but it'll be just you and me, OK?"

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And she did...we did...the memories will last a lifetime.

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Aah - to be in my 20's again, single and a stud. Don't get me wrong, life moves on and only gets better. I have a great marriage and couldn't be happier than I am now, knowing that my son will arrive soon. But there's something to be said about those days of little responsibility, lot's of women, and just living each day like it's your last.

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I encourage all of you 20-somethings, to go out and do it. If you have a fantasy or something you want to try, just do it. As far as Amy and Vicky go, I never told a soul. Seriously. You’d think I'd have immediately ran to all my guy friends and told them. But I kept quiet. And that my friend’s is why I think I had so many great experiences with women. They knew they could get freaky with me and not worry about me ruining their reputations by bragging about it.

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I've told friends years later - friends that never knew Vicky and Amy.

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The end…

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strips----part-1-of-2

Strips For the Thrill
Part-1-of-2

The Birthday Party
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My wife Alex and I have a great relationship with five other couples. We ski, play cards, and usually vacation together at the seashore. Recently, we planned a surprise birthday party for Royce, one of the husbands. The Thursday before the party, a group of us went over the last minute details and someone suggested that we should arrange for a ‘Strip-O-Gram’ for Royce. Katie, Royce's wife, laughed and said, "Royce would love it, especially if the dancer has great boobs. Royce is definitely a boob man."

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We called around, but with such short notice, only two agencies could even handle the request, and neither had a large-breasted dancer available for Saturday night. Resigned to the fact that we were too late to book the surprise dancer, we started discussing other items. But before long, one of the wives started teasing Alex about being the stripper. Alex is very beautiful and, at 26, is years younger than the rest of our ‘over 35’ crowd. She has a flawless peaches'n'cream complexion, is 5-foot 5-inches tall, a brunette, and she has a fantastic, and very firm 36C-24-35 figure, so the teasing was not really a surprise. Soon, Katie was agreeing with the other wives and Alex finally realized that they weren't just joking. Katie took Alex's hand, "Alex,” she said, “please say you'll do it. It would really make Royce's party a night to remember. Besides, it's just us. We've all seen you in your bikinis and it'll be fun! If I were built like you, I'd probably be making a living doing it!"

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I know Royce has always found my wife attractive, especially in her bikinis at the beach or pool, and on more than one occasion I caught him trying to sneak a look down her blouse or dress. So, I was certain he'd really appreciate Alex being his ‘personal stripper.’ But Alex still wouldn't agree. The women were still coaxing and I smiled and agreed with them that I thought it was a great idea, too. Alex looked at each one of us seated around the now quiet table. She stopped at me and said, "Alright, I'll do it. If that's what you and Katie really want, I'll do my best to make it fun."

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We all cheered and clapped her on the back and told her what a good sport she was being.

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After work on Friday, Alex went to Victoria Secrets and bought a new set of sexy underwear for the party and showed them to me. The bra and panties were white and so sheer they were almost transparent. The panties were not really more than a tiny triangle of white in the front and a thin strap between her cheeks and on the hips. Alex had also purchased a white garter belt and stockings.

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Even though she was going to strip, I was still surprised that Alex had selected such revealing things, but I was glad that she was getting into the spirit of it. I could feel my cock harden as I thought about my wife showing off her fantastic body to our friends in these very sexy undies.

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Saturday seemed to drag until it was finally time to get ready for the party. Alex took a bottle of wine and a glass and locked herself away in the bathroom for a long time. When she emerged, the wait had been well worth it. She looked beautiful. She had carefully applied her make-up and topped it off with a bright red lipstick. Her dress was a short white cocktail dress with thin red trim, and finally, very red, very high heeled ‘fuck me’ shoes. She looked lovely.

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I stood at the door and whistled. "How about showing me what's under that dress?" I asked.

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Alex smiled, "No way. No sneak previews. I'd see your reaction and either we wouldn't get to the party at all, or I wouldn't have the nerve to do this. I'm really very nervous, Evan."

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"Relax. This is supposed to be fun. You'll be terrific."

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Katie and Royce's boss, Shawn, one of the other husbands had conspired to get Royce out of the house for the afternoon, playing golf and having a few drinks at the 19-Hole at country club. The house was decorated when we got there, and we started getting the food ready. Everyone else had been there for a while, and the punch had everyone in a gay, partying mood, already.

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Katie handed us each a drink and said to Alex, "You look absolutely fantastic, Alex. Are you still going through with the dance?"
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Alex drank down the potent punch and got a refill before she said, "Well, as long as you haven't changed your mind and I don't pass out from a case of nerves, I'm going to do it."
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Katie patted Alex on the shoulders, "I knew we could count on you. Royce will love it. And I know the rest of the husbands are looking forward to it, too.”
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Alex looked around the room at the other husbands and blushed. "How do you want me to go about this, Katie?"

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"How about you hide in the utility room. When Royce and Shawn walk in, we'll all yell 'Surprise!' and sit Royce in that chair in the middle of the room. I've made a tape of some songs with a strong beat, so I'll turn the stereo on real loud and then you can make your entrance and do your thing."
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Alex nodded and I looked around the room at the other three grinning guys. I couldn't wait for the party to start. Finally, we heard Royce's and Shawn's cars pull into the driveway and we all took our places. Royce seemed genuinely surprised when he walked in and we all jumped out, yelling "SURPRISE!"
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Katie snapped a few pictures and sat him down in a chair in the center of the room. Then, she turned on the stereo.
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Alex picked the beat up as she danced down the hall behind Royce's back. We all applauded as she danced into the room and up to Royce. Katie had yelled to him to not turn around, so he had no idea what was going on until he felt Alex rub up against the chair and run her fingers through his hair. Royce still didn't know who the dancer was and his look when Alex bumped and grinded her way around in front of him was one of pure shock. Alex danced sensuously, humping to the beat, as Katie taped the whole thing on her camcorder. A few voices yelled out for her o "Take it off!" and I could see that Alex was getting turned on. Of course, the whole room was crackling with energy and feeling turned on. When Alex danced up to Royce, turned her back to him and pointed to her zipper, I thought my cock would burst. Royce looked at the zipper with a look of pure lust in his eyes and then a guilty look when he turned towards me. When I gave him a smile and a nod of approval, he grinned like a kid on Christmas morning.
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"I can't believe this!" he yelled as he reached for the zipper. Then Royce slowly unzipped Alex's dress until she could slip one shoulder and then the other out of it. Turning around to face Royce, she allowed her dress to fall to her feet.
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My heart swelled with pride. Alex was magnificent!
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Alex stood there in her flimsy see-through underwear, garter belt, stockings and red ‘fuck me’ high heels. Her beautiful dark-pink nipples stood erect and puckered against the thin material. The firm round globes of her ass were beautiful. But the biggest surprise was not just that her dark bush was clearly visible through the tiny panties, but that she had trimmed the hair short and into the shape of a heart. When I saw that, my cock got even harder. It was obvious by their whistles, catcalls and cheers that the rest of the people saw it, too.
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Alex was really enjoying herself as she put one leg forward and her foot between Royce's legs so he could slip off her shoe and stocking. His trembling hands on her bare thigh made his crotch bulge. When he had the first leg bare, she offered her other leg to him. He quickly slipped the second stocking off as Alex danced away from him, dropping her garter belt to the floor. Alex danced to the end of the song and stopped, and I thought it was the end of the show. But everyone, including Katie, from behind her camera, shouted, "Take it off!" as the next song started. Alex glanced at me and I shrugged and said, “It’s your show so it’s entirely up to you.”

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She looked down at Royce and saw how excited she'd made him and began to dance again. At the same time even though I wanted her to continue, I couldn't believe it when Alex moved right up in front of Royce and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Sensuously she unhooked her bra and cupped her hands under her breasts while she slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and arms. Then on a beat, she pulled the cups away from her firm boobs and handed the flimsy bra to Royce.

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The room went wild, guys and girls alike.
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Still dancing, Alex bent over Royce and shocked her firm, naked breasts only inches from his face. Her nipples were hard and erect and aching to be kissed and sucked. It was fantastic seeing Alex's breasts bared to a man who had been trying to peek at them for so long.
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Everyone cheered Alex and encouraged her to take off the only remaining bit of clothing she had on.
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"Show us your heart!" they all began to chant.
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Eyes ablaze with excitement, Alex motioned to Royce to pull the coffee table over in front of his chair. Then Alex stepped up onto the low table and guided Royce's hands to her panties and hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband. She then slowly pushed his hands down her thighs so her panties went down with his hands. Once Royce got them down to her ankles, she stepped gracefully out of them. Now, Alex was completely naked and dancing on the table in all her glory before the entire crowd, and especially Royce, whose face was level and close to her beautiful, trimmed pussy.
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Katie moved closer to record this special, fantastic moment. Alex started to get down, but Katie asked her to stay and pose for just a few more seconds. Royce put his arms around Alex's thighs and pulled her against him. To everyone’s surprise and pleasure, she put her hands around his neck and pulled his face into her crotch, so that his nose and mouth were buried in her pussy. There wasn't a soft cock in the place. After a few more seconds, Katie thanked Alex and Alex stepped down and picked up her dress. She told Royce to keep her bra and panties as a memento, along with the video.

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Flushed and still naked, Alex then fled upstairs to put the dress, stockings, garter belt and heels back on. The whole crowd cheered when she returned, and the party got underway.

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Royce thanked me again and again for letting Alex dance for him. We both have a copy of the video to remind us of how beautiful, sexy, and exciting my wife is.
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I loved having her dance for the party. It's such a thrill knowing our friends shared in seeing my beautiful, young wife's fantastic, sexy body.
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My naïve husband doesn’t know the whole story. It wasn’t my idea to…
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To be continued…
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strip-o-gram----part-1-of-1

Strip-O-Gram

A little over a year ago, I graduated from high school and got a job as a Dentist's Receptionist. In this economy it was the best I could do, but the pay was terrible. I had to live at home with my parents, brown bag my lunches and was driving a ten year-old car to work.

Then, one night at aerobics class, a woman named Amber approached me about a part-time job. She said she loved my looks and the way I moved to the music, and asked me to consider coming to work for her as a ‘party strip-o-gram.’

Of course, my immediate reaction was "no way! What kind of girl do you think I am?" But, I thought about it for a few days and then talked to her at the next class.

Amber explained that ‘her girls’ told her the type of strip they wanted to do, anywhere from stripping down to a modest bikini to going totally nude. She said the men would drool at my ‘innocent young girl’ looks and my big boobs, little waist and tight ass.

The money she offered was too good to be true, as far as I was concerned, so I agreed to go out with several girls the following weekend to see what it was all about. On Friday night, I accompanied Monica, a beautiful tall blonde with a great figure to two bachelor parties. At the first, she dressed as a schoolteacher; glasses, suit, ruler and pad, etc. and stripped naked to the beat of every rock song that had the words ‘school’ or ‘teacher’ in it. She was great, and the men absolutely loved her. Included in the price of Amber's ‘Strip-o-grams’ is a bottle of champagne and a one-hour ‘mingle’ with the guests, so we both had a few drinks with the guys. I was fully clothed, but Monica was naked except for her high heels and a G-string!

After the ‘mingle,’ we went to the second party. This time, Monica dressed as a nurse. Since this appointment was later in the night, this party was a lot rowdier than the first, and the guys were all over Monica during the ‘mingle.’ I told her when the hour was up and that it was time to go. She was sitting on the groom-to-be's lap and he was sucking on her right nipple. She smiled and told me to go home, that she was sure that she could bum a ride, later.

On Saturday night, I went to three birthday parties with Haley. Haley was married and had a kid but still looked great. She had a set routine. She arrived, got paid, changed, Danced with no touching, stripped to a modest bikini and left. Fast, safe and professional. The only problem was that Haley, Dancing three times, didn't make close to what Monica did Dancing twice, not counting tips. The difference was what Amber charged for each girl, depending on the clothes she left on.

I thought about it for a week and decided to go to work for Amber, but agreed to strip only to my bikini. If I were forced to confess, I'd have to admit I did find the thought of taking my clothes off in front of wildly approving strangers a little thrilling. I spent the evenings of the next week getting my outfits together and learning the basics for the routines. Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip naked. Dancing and stripping down to my bikini in front of a mixed crowd of men and women and then virtually running to the next party, two or three times a night was crazy and no fun at all. Getting lost for five minutes could throw all the appointments off, and there was just no tipping to speak of. I got jealous of the money the two girls who did strip nude were getting, compared to what I got. Stripping naked in front of strangers is one thing, but I found the ‘mingle’ time the hardest to deal with. Once I decided to go nude, most of my parties were all male, or almost all male; bachelor parties, business meetings, conventions, and some birthday parties, as opposed to mostly all couples at birthday parties. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the men were absolutely great. During the ‘mingle,’ I'd slow Dance and sit on laps, and if their hands roamed, I gently moved them away. Usually, this was enough; but, sometimes, they would be so persistent or rough, that I'd stand up and loudly tell them to behave. In the beginning, I always went out with a companion, usually a guy supplied by Amber, but since he had to get paid, it cut into my profit so I soon learned how to handle the clients and myself without a companion.

At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and ‘entertain’ the groom-to-be. I politely refused. But in the last 11 months, I have occasionally accepted such offers if the money and the crowd looked okay. I know what that makes me, but I can live with that for the time being. The money's been good enough and I've been busy enough that I have my own apartment and I'm driving a new Saab Turbo convertible!

The first time I let myself be bought was at a bachelor party full of lawyers. I was shooting pool with the groom-to-be wearing nothing but my string of pearls and high heels when my escort, Luke, called me over. The ‘Best Man’ had offered Luke a hundred bucks to go home without me, if I was agreeable to ‘earning a few big tips.’ Luke was an old pro at the escort game, and told me that if I ever wanted to make big tips, this was the party to do it. I told him I had never done anything like that, but the ‘big money’ sounded good. He told me that some of the girls gave a flat fee and then took on all comers at the party, or that some charged for each guy. He said that if it was my first time, I might want to charge by the guy, and then I could stop whenever I wanted to. I couldn't believe I was talking to a man about the best method of selling my ass.

Luke said it was like selling cars, and that I should start high and be willing to bargain. After a few more minutes and another drink, I finally decided to try it. I told Luke to tell them my price was $100 per guy, cash, up front. To our surprise, there was no bargaining, the guys agreed to that immediately.

I made the easiest $600 I’ve ever made in my life that night. The guys chipped in for the groom-to-be, and then the rest of the wedding party took their turn. I even think the father of the bride was debating it, but he didn't. We went to a separate room to get it on and all the men behaved like gentlemen, even though more than a few of the ‘non-takers’ walked by or even stopped at the door to watch the action. It was fun and on the way out I told myself that it would never happen again, but I knew that it would. And, it has.

I’ve also had some very interesting experiences. For instance, about a month ago, I performed in one of the most complicated set-ups to surprise a groom-to-be I’ve ever been in. By an accident of timing, the groom was hiring a new secretary so was conducting interviews. Several of his fellow workers fabricated a resume for me and scheduled me for an interview, on the Friday before the wedding. I arrived dressed in my best suit and acting nervous.

The office had gone out to lunch, and only about five guys were left, by the time I got there. Adam, the groom-to-be, was interviewing me, when his boss came over and introduced himself. He just sat and listened until I said the key words, "I'll do anything to get the chance to start a career with this firm." The boss immediately asked, "Would you show us your breasts?"

Adam almost died. He started to say something to his boss, when I stood up and said, "If that's what it takes."

The boss smiled and said, "Well, that would be a start." When I took off my jacket and started to unbutton my blouse. Adam was no longer protesting.

As I pulled my blouse off my shoulders, I said, "I'll do even more for you!" With that cue, the co-workers just outside the open door hit the ‘play’ button on my boom box. I started my routine, and Adam knew that he had been had, but good. I stripped and mingled until co-workers started returning, and I wound up going out to a late lunch with the boss and two of his office-mates. I had another appointment later that night, so they had to settle for three expensive blowjobs and good-bye kisses in the boss's Lincoln.

All this is a little background for what happened last weekend.

I'm good looking, and I put on a good show. I work as often as I want to, usually at least 3 nights a week. In eleven months, I've become Amber's best girl, often being requested by name thanks to recommendations by former clients.

Last weekend, I was specifically requested for a second show, which means my second, and last, show of the night for a birthday party in a private home. This is unusual, because parties in the home seldom request full-nude strippers, because of the mixed crowd. Anyway, the bill was pre-paid by credit card and included a 35-percent tip for me, a very heavy tip. My first show was a bachelor party, and I stripped from my nurse's uniform to the buff and then mingled. It was a pretty tame bunch of guys, with only two or three grabbing ass or boobs when they danced with me.

I was feeling good. I had had a couple of wine coolers and had been poked and squeezed enough to be feeling a little warm inside. When the hour was over, I went into a bedroom to change and asked the guy who had set the thing up to come along with me. Here we were, I'm naked, and this good-looking guy is nervous and all eyes. I guess I was a little horny, because I really began teasing him, giving him great split beaver shots as I put on my garter belt and nylons, and asking him how everybody liked my show. When I bent over to pick up my bra his perfect view of my ass and pussy made him groan. I can be such a cockteaser, sometimes.

With a little grin, I walked over to him and planted a big kiss on his lips, and purred, "I want to thank you for the nice tip you collected from the guys." He wasn't biting. I saw his wedding band, and his wife would have been proud of him. His hands stayed at his side. I could feel his cock straining against his slacks, but he remained a gentleman. More than a little disappointed, I finished putting on my cop outfit and left that party a little frustrated and a lot hornier.

I drove to the house for my next gig. It was a nice single-family house in the suburbs and it looked too quiet for a party to be going on; especially since my instructions said I was supposed to be a cop coming to the door to quiet everybody down. Fortunately, as I approached the front door, I could hear the stereo blasting inside. I banged loudly on the door.

A kid about 15 or 16-opens the door, sees the uniform and pops his eyeballs open. I'm surprised to see anyone that young at the party and double-check the name. The kid says I have the right house, so I walk in yelling for them to turn the music down.

My biggest shock was, when I walked into the den, where the party was, it was only 3-teenaged boys. I didn't know what to do. I know there must be a law or rule somewhere that says we can't strip in front of anyone under 18 or something, but I've never seen it, and the question had never came up with Amber. I also know that with the fee and tip I'm making for this party, it's too much money to simply turn around, leave, and give a refund. I asked the kid who opened the door where his parents were. "They're out of town, officer. We'll turn the stereo down."

I slapped my nightstick in the palm of my hand and nodded at the Coors cans all over the room, "And what about the beers? Am I supposed to ignore three underage boys sucking down beers?"

"We each just had one, officer, you know, to celebrate my 16th birthday."

Sixteen! Shit, now I knew I was in a spot. I looked at these three innocent faces, thought about the money, and then thought, "Hell, they’re only a couple of years younger than me. What the hell!" I handed the birthday boy, Matt, my cassette tape, "Put this in the deck and turn it up."

He looked curious, but complied. The music started playing and I went into my routine, and read the birthday card, just signed "a friend."

Once the three of them saw what I was doing, they couldn't believe their luck, and they really got into it. They were a great audience, loving everything I did. When I was down to garter belt, stocking and heels, I asked Matt if he wanted me to take the rest off. He said, "Just like that is perfect!"

When the dance was over, I explained I was paid to mingle for an hour, and that I'd love one of those beers. Matt and Cory loved slow dancing with me, but we couldn't get Alec off the couch. It was pretty sexy being with these innocent young studs, and I was already horny, so, I teased them at every opportunity. Pressing into them as we danced, spreading my legs as I sat down or stood up, etc. I knew I was acting like a teenage boy's wet dream, and I loved it.

Finally, it was time to go and I asked Matt to point out a spare bedroom and to get my suitcase from the car. I was combing my hair in a full-length mirror when Matt knocked and walked in with my case.

"You were great tonight, Michelle. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed your dance." On and on he blabbed at machine-gun speed. I walked over to him and placed my finger against his lips, "Hush, Matt." I took my finger away and kissed him, pushing my tongue between his lips and teeth. He responded with unbridled passion.

I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and arms, baring his smooth, hard chest. I unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down and let them fall to the floor. Then, I pulled Matt to the bed and I lay down, reaching up for him.

My pussy was soaking wet and ready for his hard cock. He was deep inside of me in a second, and began humping me like crazy. "Slower, slower, dear. We're in no hurry,” I purred in his ear.

We settled into a rhythm, and I began to ride up the crest to an orgasm. I was almost there when I felt Matt tighten up and fill me with his hot cum.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Michelle! I cummed too fast."

"It's okay, Matt. It really was great while it lasted." My problem was that I had almost gotten there, and that left me hotter than ever. Matt rolled off and, for the first time I noticed Cory standing in the open doorway to Matt's room. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Uh, um, I just came up to see what was going on." I was on Matt's bed, on my back. My legs were spread open and I could feel some of Matt's warm cum leaking down into the crack of my ass. I knew what I looked like to Cory, because he had a lump in his pants worthy of an adult-video actor. I threw caution to the wind, and decided to go with the moment. It wouldn't be the first time I got it on with more than one guy at a party.

I smiled up at Cory, "Why don't you join me, too?"

It was all the coaxing he needed. His jeans and underwear were down at his ankles and his cock was buried up my cum filled pussy in two seconds flat.

This time, I paced Cory to match my rhythm, as he pumped deeper and deeper into my demanding pussy. I was soon rising, again, getting to the climax that had been building all night. I wrapped my legs around Cory's waist and franticly slammed my hips up at his. It worked, and I was soon in a delirious orgasm, lost to the world and everybody in it.

When I came back down, Cory was just beginning to cum, and I made it as good for him as I could.

I was in a glow. Matt had stayed in the room and watched, and was now sporting another erection. I smiled at him and said, "I'll take care of that, but we have to be fair. You two go downstairs and bring Alec up."

Alec was reluctant and very shy, but he performed well for a virgin. He was just pulling up his jeans when Cory yelled up that Matt's parents had just pulled into the garage!

Matt and Alec ran downstairs to hide the beer cans and I rolled out of bed to dress. The pounding I had received from my three young studs had taken its toll on me, and I was moving slowly. I wasn't finished dressing when Matt appeared at the door and begged me to stay where I was until he could sneak me out.

I sat on the bed listening to voices downstairs, until I heard Matt say, "Goodnight, Mom, Dad. Sorry your plans didn't work out."

He opened the door with a pained expression on his face, "Sorry, Michelle, but they're going to be awake for a while." I just smiled and shook my head. Then as I opened my blouse, I murmured, "Well, no sense wasting all this time."

We quietly fucked and sucked each other for hours. I couldn’t believe it his young stamina was fantastic. We quieted down even more when we heard his parents come upstairs and enter their bedroom across the hall, but we didn't stop.

I woke up in Matt's arms around 3:00 a.m. He was sleeping like a baby and I really hated leaving him. What a cute guy he was. I began to dress, again, and looked at his naked body in the bed. Just so he'd know it hadn't all been a dream, I draped my tiny bra and panties on his cock.

I snuck downstairs, unlocked the door and crept back to my car. I felt wonderful, and couldn't remember having a more exciting night in my life. It was a great time and I don't regret anything I did.

It even turned out that Matt wasn't as innocent as I thought he was. Just before we fell asleep, he told me that he ordered his own strip-o-gram, using his dad's credit card. His Uncle had seen me at a bachelor party and Matt heard him telling his father about me. What a sly little fox.

What a night!

The end…