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"So first thing next day I knocked on their bedroom door to say good mornin' and one of them called out, tellin' me to come in."

"This was one of the gay blokes who owned the house?" Brian asked.

"Yeah. I think I was the only one rentin' a room that night."

He nodded and I went on.

"I walked into their bedroom and there the two of them were – the older dude and the younger lad I'd met the night before. Both of them were in the stark nuddies and they were sittin' side-by-side with their hands goin' at it on their dicks."

"Fuck off!" Brian laughed. "That so did not happen!"

"I swear to god it did," I laughed back. "They were sittin' up in bed together, their legs wide open so you could see their arse-cracks, and their hands were slidin' up and down their poles right in front of me!"

"What, the two blokes who owned the house were wankin' off?"

"Plain as day! Both sittin' back against the headboard, jerkin' their porked-up pricks off and just sort of grinning over at me!"

"Like they wanted you to see them?" he asked, still chuckling.

"Exactly! Like they were proud that's how they start their mornings. With their arses plonked down next to each other and their hands sliding up and down their two massive dongers!"

"Doin' each other, or doin' themselves?"

"Doin' themselves. One of them had his arm around the other, his hand on his mate's shoulder, but both of their hands were on their own big chubbed-up cocks."

Brian laughed again and then took a swig from his lager.

"Have you noticed how gay fellas always have the biggest knobs?" he asked after he'd swallowed his mouthful.

"Not really, why would they?"

"You know... the way they shag each other's arses."

"Why would that make their cocks grow big?"

"Maybe it acts like fertiliser or something," he shrugged. "There was a gay lifeguard at this hotel me and Sharon stayed in once. You could see through his shorts he was built like a fuckin' county show donkey."

"Well this pair both had cocks as long and thick as their forearms. They could hardly get their hands around them as they wanked the fuckin' massive things off right in front of me!"

"So what did they say?" Brian asked, still chuckling. "Were they like apologetic that they was whackin' their two pricks off in front of their houseguest?"

"Were they fuck! The older one - Paul I think his name was - was all like, 'We'll sort you out with some breakfast, Dave. Once we've finished masturbating!'"

Brian guffawed, spitting some of the drink he'd been slurping right across the table. "These gay types sure know how to tart a wank up so it sounds proper posh!"

"I know... that's what I thought! Anyway, I was like, 'Don't mind me, gents. You just masturbate to your hearts' content!'"

Brian laughed even louder. I knew he'd love this story. Even while I'd been watching the two gay dudes wanking off, I'd known Brian would just about laugh himself silly hearing how I'd walked in on my gay hosts having a good pull together.

"So what did you do then?" he asked. "Did you leave them to it?"

"I was gonna, but then they younger one - Charles or whatever - called over to me, with his hand slappin' up and down his big prong dead fast, 'You don't have issues with us doing this, do you, Dave? Masturbating together as two male lovers...'"

"Oh fuck! 'Two male lovers'... how did ya keep a straight face?"

"So I says, 'It's your house, mate... I'm only here for a cheap stopover on the Air BNB. Ya can do what ya like in yer own bed, fellas...'"

Brian nodded, risking another mouthful of his drink.

"And then he's like, 'It doesn't offend you, does it? Homosexual activity, I mean...?'

"I said back, 'It's hardly homosexual, is it? Me and mate used to wank off together when we was in our teens and neither of us can even spell homosexual never mind do it!'"

Brian chortled again but avoided spraying me with lager for a second time.

"Is that what they looked like?" he asked, after wiping off his mouth. "Just two blokes wankin' off?"

"Naah, they were a bit more touchy-feely than that. They were more into each other, if you know what I mean..."

Brian nodded but I could see he didn't really get it.

"And their arseholes... oh yeah! I forgot to tell you what their fuckin' arseholes looked like!"

"You could see them?" he asked.

"Yeah... I told you, they had their legs wide open. That was part of the touchy-feely thing. Where their legs were touchin', they were sorta twined around each other the way two straight fellas would keep right apart..."

"So what was it about their arseholes?"

"Well, their big pairs of knackers were bobbin' around as they wanked their dicks off, and underneath those you could see their two dark purple ringpieces pokin' out from their hairy arse-cracks."

"And what did they look like?" he kept on, his face dead keen to hear what the gays were hiding down the backs of their trousers.

"Fuckin' massive!" I grinned and Brian beamed at me, his eyes gawping wide.

"Could ya tell they fucked each other up them?" he asked.

"'Course ya fuckin' could," I chuckled back. "They were all puffy and swollen and stretched from havin' to take each other's tree-trunk cocks."

"Aw Jesus! I've always wondered about that!" Brian marvelled, staring intently at me. "I've always wanted to know if gay fellas have big fanny-sized arseholes!"

"Well they do," I told him, "or at least this pair did have. Their arseholes were bigger than twats 'cause of how their knobs were so fuckin' thick and their bell-ends were so massive."

"'Cause of all the fertiliser," Brian nodded knowledgably.

"Or just 'cause of how much action their cocks must see, with them both bein' two horny-as-fuck men!"

"Oh yeah, I never thought o' that!" he said. "They must be at it all the time like rabbits, neither of them ever sayin' 'no'!"

I chuckled. "You can see the appeal, when ya put it like that!"

"Lucky bastards!" he laughed back.

"Anyway, then the older one says, all posh like, 'We were refraining from expressing our love in a way that you might find offensive...'

"And I'm like, 'I'm from Doncaster, mate - I've seen a lot worse than this!'

"So he leans over and - I'm not kiddin' you, Bry - put his whole mouth right over the other fella's prick."

"He so fuckin' didn't!"

"He fuckin' did - I'm not makin' this up!"

"What, he started suckin' the other bloke's cock right in front of you?"

"Fuckin' chowed down on it, he did. I was like, 'Whoa! Me girlfriend never does it like that on mine!' And he just went for it, takin' the whole fuckin' length of his mate's big chopper down his throat, slurpin' his mouth up and down it, like it was the best lolly he'd ever tasted!"

"Oh fuck!" Brian chortled, "I'd have loved to see that! I bet it was fuckin' wild!"

"It was!" I laughed back. "I mean, not 'cause it were two blokes or anything like that..."

"'Course not!"

"Just... you know... seein' a quality blow-job up close..."

"Absolutely!" he nodded. "I love to see a bit of high-class dick suckin' whoever's doin' it!"

"So I was stood there, still in me boxers like, watchin' him guzzle this massive fuckin' boner like a pro, thinkin', 'Don't get a fuckin' hard-on, Dave. Any other time, but not right now!'"

Brian laughed. "No way, mate... he'd have been on ya like a fuckin' headlouse!"

"Anyway, so I'm just stood there ogglin' at them, and the younger lad who's havin' his dick sucked says, cool as a cucumber, 'Is our male intimacy very different from heterosexual oral sex?'

"And I say, 'Quite a bit, yeah... for a start he seems to be enjoyin' doin' it to you...'

"And he says back - totally cazh, like we were sitting having cocktails or something - 'Do you admire my lover's technique?'

"So I joke with him, 'It's a lot different from how I do it, when I'm doin' it to me girlfriend..."

Brian smiled, his face captivated by my story. He seemed to have forgotten about the drink sitting losing its fizz in front of him.

"Then the older one pulls his mouth off his cock and says, 'Maybe this is more like how you do it, Dave,' and cranes his neck right down so his face is pushed between lover-boy's legs..."

"What did he do? Lick the other bloke's bollocks?" Brian asked me, his eyes locked on mine with interest.

"No, he went a bit lower than that..."

He thought about it and after about two seconds shrugged, "I don't get it..."

"He did what gays must do to each other as their own way of lickin' out a pussy..."

He thought for another few seconds. "I still don't get it, Dave. Help me out here, mate... I'm not up on all this gay shit like what you are..."

I chuckled at his dig and said, "He licked his fella's arsehole, Bry. He ran his tongue around it like it was a minge!"

"You have gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," he said, looking genuinely shocked.

"God's honour, mate," I nodded, chuckling at his surprise. "The older fella licked round the younger lad's dirtbox!"

Brian kept staring at me and for a few moments I wondered if maybe I shouldn't have told him this part. But then he asked, still wide-eyed and looking gormless, "So what did you do then, Dave?"

"I just watched them doing it... the older guy lapping at his boyfriend's dick-loosened arsehole... the younger guy wanking his fat dick off again, just pleasantly smilin' over at me like we was havin' drinks and nibbles."

"At least that took care of the stiffie you was worried about gettin'," Brian said, managing a grin. "Seein' one bloke lickin' another fella's chuff could wither a fuckin' flag-pole!"

"I dunno... it was kinda hot in a weird sorta way," I admitted. "I reckon I was gettin' half chubbed-up just from how... you know... different it was from anythin' I'd ever seen before..."

Brian laughed at that, just like I thought he would. "You reckon you might give Colleen's brown-eye a little once-over with yer tongue, then?"

"No fuckin' way!" I laughed back. "I just thought it might feel nice havin' someone lickin' round my baster."

Brian grinned at me. "Dream on, mate. There's no way anyone would stick their tongue up a lard-arse like yours!"

I smiled back at him. "Yeah... I guess you're right."

"Come on, then... what happened next?"

"Okay, so the young lad - Charles I think his name was - says, 'I'm really pleased you're not offended, Dave. The anal side of our lovemaking is very important to us.'"

"The anal side of their lovemaking? That's butt-fucking in plain English, isn't it?"

"I think it's anything involvin' the arsehole, Bry. Lickin' it, fingerin' it... bummin' it with yer knob..."

"One visit to that house and you're like a fuckin' oracle of gay sex info, mate," he chortled. "You should write one o' those sex guides about how fellas do it with each other!"

I ignored the piss-take. "So I says, 'I'm pretty open-minded, me. What you gay blokes get up to with each other's backdoors is yer own business.'

"Then he says back, 'Do you enjoy an anal component to your own lovemaking, Dave? If you don't mind the question...'

"And I shrug and say, 'I don't really go in for that meself, to be honest. When ya girlfriend's got a letterbox round the front, the postman doesn't need to go round the back that often..."

"Then Paul or whatever he was called pulls off from eatin' laddo's arse and says, 'Well, as two men we have two postmen, Dave. And they both make all of their deliveries round the back!'"

"Oh Jesus!" Brian laughed. "He's on about shaggin' each other's arses!"

I nodded – I'd known full well what he'd been on about – and went on, "So then he says, 'Would you mind very much if our postmen made their deliveries before we treat you to breakfast?'

"And I say back, 'Do whatever you like, mate! I didn't even know breakfast was included.'"

Brian looked at me in disbelief. "You're not gonna tell me they did gay bum sex and you just stood there and watched them...?"

I smirked back. "I suppose I could've walked out... but they didn't seem to mind havin' an audience, so I reckoned it would be kinda interesting to see what they would do."

"So what did they do?" he asked.

"They messed around a bit first... sorta wrestled with each other and played swordfights with those fuckin' big gayed-up cocks of theirs. All the time they were smilin' over at me, lovin' the fact I was stood watchin' them playin' around in the nuddie."

"And did they end up bummin' each other for proper?"

"The younger one got pinned down on his front by the older bloke," I nodded, "sorta bent over so his arse was stickin' up."

"What did the older one do then?" Brian grinned, his face expectant.

"What d'ya think he did?" I laughed. "He pushed his fat bell-end right in between lover boy's bum-cheeks and then slid his thick cock all the way up his dumpster."

"And what did the younger one do? Did he like havin' his shitter shagged?"

"Like it?" I kept laughing. "He fuckin' loved it! He pushed himself up on all-fours and the older one grabbed him by the hips. Then they butt-fucked together fast as a train on full-crank with the younger one shoutin' 'Aw yeah! Fuck me harder!'"

"And you was stood there, tryin' not to chuck yer guts up?"

"Naah, I was stood there, tryin' to hide my hard-on."

Brian really howled at that. "Aw, don't tell me you grew a fuckin' woodie watchin' two blokes doin' it up the fudger!"

"I kinda did, yeah," I told him, smirking sheepishly. "Seein' his massive cock gettin' shoved up the other fella's slurpy mucker... I dunno why but it looked pretty hot!"

"You dirty git!" he laughed. "So did you stand there watchin' them doin' gay bummin'... all the way to the spunk-off?"

"Two spunk-offs," I corrected him. "First the older guy nutted his juice with that Charles lad thumpin' his bum back dead hard against him, then the two of them swapped places and the younger lad sowed his own oats up his boyfriend's big hairy trench!"

"Oh fuck!" Brian laughed. "No wonder they have such big cunts for arseholes!"

He looked at his lager and, as if remembering it was there and only half-drunk, picked it up and took a long, deep swig.

Then after he'd chucked out a noisy belch and put the glass back down, he said, "So did they give you breakfast?"

"Oh yeah," I grinned. "It turned out well nice, actually. They both put a lot of effort into... er... servin' it up."

After the young lad had jizzed off up his fella's back-passage, they'd told me they were now ready to sort me out. I'd known from their faces and the fact that the older one's knob was rock hard again that it wasn't bacon and eggs I was going to be getting from the pair of them.

They'd come over to where I was standing and I'd given them the thumbs-up to show them I was up for having a bit of fun. I was hoping for a wank-off or a blow-job, maybe have one of them lick my bollocks, but if they'd tried to bend me over to shove one of their massive gay cocks up my tiny tush, I promise you things would have got nasty very quickly.

But they didn't try anything like that - I'd mentioned my girlfriend enough times for them to figure out how far I'd go. They'd pulled my skanky boxers down and my short stubby prick had sprung upwards. Then they'd smiled at me and I'd just stood there to let them do their thing.

The older one knelt down in front of me with his mouth working its magic up and down my veiny chub, while the younger one went round the back of me to crouch down and feast between my cheeks like he loved other fellas' arse-stink.

It was fucking awesome if I'm honest, but I wasn't going to tell Brian that. Our friendship has its limits and I figured I'd already gone too far admitting I'd had a boner watching those two horny fuckers roughly doing each other right there on their bed in front of where I was standing.

I'd cum down Paul's throat - if that was his name - with his boyfriend's tongue lapping in and out of my hot slimy pucker. I don't know which I liked most out of the blowjob or the arsejob. The feel of the young guy's morning stubble snagging against my flabby cheeks certainly helped my cock start spewing into the eager mouth that was wrapped around it.

And when all said and done, where was the harm in it? It was just a bit of fun when you think about it! Colleen really hates the taste of my knob and - let's face it - there's no way that any girl on Earth was going to put her nose and mouth anywhere near a whiffy back-crack like mine. So I reckon it was fair game to let these two posh bum-boys give me a little sniffter of how nice it felt to get worked over front and back.

"So how'd it work with the payment?" Brian asked after downing the last of his pint. "Did you have to pay them through the Air BNB website?"

"No, you pay the host directly. But they didn't ask for any money so I didn't offer."

"What, you got to stay over for free?" he gawked.

"Yeah, and I had the invoice from the website so I got my expenses back from work."

"You jammy fucker!" he grinned. "You got it both ways!"

"And very nice it was too, mate," I smirked back at him.

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Claire's Place Synopsis: "Claire's Place!" The sign read across the top. Below it read: "Home cooking, and honey, if you leave here hungry, it's your fault." A cute sign on the side of a road hardly used since the new freeway. A perfect sort of road for a slow trip on a bicycle, and a perfect place to stop if you're hungry and Carl stopped. Starting off again, however, was going to be a lot harder. Players: Claire and Carla Simms; Sheriff Emmit Baker; Susan Day; Old Doc...

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Repairman Scores with White Wife Blacken

It was another boring Saturday for Betty. No matter the day, it was the same scene. There was her husband sitting on the couch watching one sport or another, while she kept herself busy with common household chores. Unfortunately for her, this is what life was like after marrying young and so many years had passed.Today's exciting chore was laundry.As she opened up the drying machine and hastily removed the warm clothes into the laundry basket in her hand, she could hear the game announcers...

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Airtight Night

 Some time shortly after the night with the two girls wearing nothing but oil we were invited over to Sue and Jake's place for a barbecue on a Friday night in a late Indian summer. Melanie donned a pretty summer dress with a button-through front and white, stiletto-heeled, strapped sandals and we went over around seven o'clock. Jake greeted us at the front door and led us through the house to the back yard, apologizing en route for the fact that Sue had been delayed at work but would be joining...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 3 There is an I in MI6

I was met by Kelly in the hallway. “Hi,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. A chaste one, on the cheek. More than enough for me, thanks. Although admittedly I’d have been disappointed with less than that. “Hello, gorgeous. I think you might have come at an awkward...” “Oh, I know. I was summoned. Caroline has been here all afternoon. She even had a lie down, because of a headache. Mel and Kate know everything.” It was ominously quiet on the other side of the door that led to the living...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 5 My name is Carstairs Reginald Carstairs

Caroline summoned me to my office on Friday. My ticket for travelling the next Monday had just been arranged. I was actually discussing something with Daphne, which always takes a while, but Alice, her secretary, was quite clear: I was to report to the fourth flour at once. “Sorry about that, but I think you got the gist of it. Winston will certainly be able to flesh out the code. It will give you a chance to hang out together.” “I still want to know why you’re leaving,” said Daphne, trying...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 12 The Stein Way

As meetings go, I’ve had worse. I had no particular reason to doubt John Stein, but you never know what Americans are really up to. The Saudi government is only one of many undemocratic regimes they support to the hilt. They’re also not particularly interested in bringing people to justice. Generally all they need is a set of coordinates, a license plate number or the exact time their target will be driving past a hospital or day care centre. I was fairly sure a couple of terrorist attacks in...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 21 The Ugliest Laptop Ever Made

I woke up at nine, which was fine except a bit too late to attend the buffet in the main building. Never mind: I called the kitchen again and ordered breakfast. It would take a while to reach me, but as long as I didn’t order any hot items that was fine. Yoghurt, a bun and some jam would do me. I selected a suit and showed up just in time for my daily session with Alexandra. Technically this was the start of a new week, although neither I nor Alexandra got any days off. It was crunch time...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 22 Say it Donrsquot Spray It

I went over the call with Kate in my head, slightly upset at the fact I had broken off our conversation just to get out of the heat. Maybe it hadn’t been the heat so much as the fact I didn’t want to be reminded of how much I missed her. That girl isn’t just catnip to me: she’s oxygen. And every time we were apart, there was nothing for it but for me to practice holding my breath. I also worried about the fact people had started to miss me, all over sodding Doctor Who! It’s the shittiest...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 23 The Beginning of the End

Tuesday, August 25th, 2015. My garage. Total.hilltop.digital. It was about one a.m. when the door to the garage opened and K-T rolled in. I had called ahead, to let Anaïs know that I was fine and on my way. “How are you doing?” “I am drinking water and eating uh ... Maltezers. Very poor chocolate.” “Yes, it’s English chocolate. Could be worse, though.” “Hershey...” she shuddered. “Exactly. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. Can you hang on?” “I can go nowhere else, Anglais. It is...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 24 Mosque Not Get Caught

Friday, August 28th, 2015. Royal palace, guest annex. The next morning I called Asim and offered to cook for him, so I’d be able to intercept any packages that might be delivered to his house. He was glad to have me and I took delivery of five boxes while he was out. I made us roast duck (honey roasted, with creamed cauliflower) and an old-fashioned trifle and then I stole one of his outfits: guthra, igal, thobe and sandals. Two thobes, actually, just to be sure. He only had fourteen left, I...

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Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 28 All Out of Gum and Ass to Kick

Darkness had come and gone. Musa and I had worked all through the night. When I had answers to all the questions I could think of, and had copied the contents of the SD-cards to my laptop to make space on one of them, I had written a script for him to read. It was based on what he had told me, but we still went through it line by line. By that time he was struggling to stay conscious. The wounds on his wrists in particular hurt terribly, so much in fact that I had to cut him loose and bandage...

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Questionnaire

21. It's not a mystical number by any means, its easily divisible by 3 and 7, and it doesn't hold any place in the heart of a supercomputer as the answer to everything. In fact, it's quite dull if you stare at it long enough. Still, 21 holds the key to unlocking the life hidden just beneath the surface as everyone, no matter of age or race or gender, everyone has had the thought once that maybe if they were just a bit different, if they could change just a small bit of themselves, they would be...

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Airstrip

Chapter one The old airstrip behind our neighbourhood was such a lovely place to exercise. I always loved skating on my in-liners, but after moving here it has become almost an obsession. The asphalt of the strip has held up nicely since it was closed down for airtraffic, giving me a very smooth surface - which by incident I have all to myself. The strip runs smoothly uphill from where I go onto it, and setting a hard speed uphill for a mile and a half gives me a nice sweat. Going downhill is...

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Claires Story

"Dude, did it happen?" John asked excitedly as he entered Kevin's room. "Yeah, two days ago. You're the first person I am telling," Kevin said and smiled. "FUCKIN' AWESOME!" John replied and went up for a high five. Kevin returned it, but with a lot less enthusiasm. "Keep it down. I don't want my parents to know yet," Kevin said. "Why?" Kevin replied. "You know all the shit that happens when someone's power's activate. I'll have to get Assessed and go to a different school,...

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Wheelchairs Teen Pussies and Fun

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Airplanes Arent Supposed to Break

It didn’t happen with a bang, but a whisper. One moment the newly rebuilt 235 horse power engine was roaring, filling the cockpit with an almost overpowering noise. The next instant, there was only the subdued sound of air rushing past the airplane’s windows. The near silence was deafening. Tim Dodson was not afraid when the engine fell quiet. He had expected it. It happened almost every time he flew with an instructor. While he was an accomplished small plane pilot, he was working on an...

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Mairi Heavy Figure Wali Best Friend Ki Chudai

Hello friends mera naam Sunny hai mairi umr 23 saal hai aur mera lund 8 inch kah hai ur kaafi sakht ur mota hai bilkul clean shaved but hard aaj may aap logon key saath apni life kah aik mzedaar din share karna chahta hoon aisa din meri life may aaj tak phir kbhi bhi nahi aaya yeh aaj sey aik saal pehley ki baat hai jab mai bsc final year may parrha tha. Tab meri dosti aik hot or sexy larki sey hue uska naam tha dipti who haal hi may chandhigarh sey delhi sift hue thi ur final year key liye...

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Claires Mountain

The Forest Service contract required me to be up in the Sierra for six months straight. I suppose I could have driven four hours up and four hours back every day, but the thought of that drive for six months had me looking for any other option. Unfortunately, where I was going, there weren't handy hotels. So, I got on the Internet and started praying. My prayers were answered by a Bed and Breakfast ad in a little town just twenty miles from where our base was going to be set up. I called...

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Mom8217s Encounter With Airbnb

I was 17 then. The only child of my parents. We had a 3 BHK in Mumbai which was quite big. Dad 45 used to work in Saudi and used to be away for months at a stretch. Mom 42 was a housewife. Things were going well until the idea hit my mind. Airbnb Yes, Dad was getting a pittance in Saudi. Things were becoming difficult to manage at home. Mom was good looking and was quite a fit for her age. Ok ok well she was a total milf. Many times I had seen even my friends staring at her with lust in their...

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Fairies I

Fairies Daniel checked his traps. A shy boy, he had never really gotten along with his peers. He was too short for basketball, too light for wrestling or football, little hand to eye coordination so baseball was out. What could a kid do? He discovered an interest in insects. They never expected him to hit a glove at 90 feet. They didn't care if he could kick, hit, pitch or anything else. They went about their lives with indifference to anything they didn't need to do. Sometimes he...

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Fairies One Enchanted Evening

One enchanted Evening... Dandelion flew alongside the Queen toward the national forest. "It's so beautiful from up here." She sighed. "Yes. But the smog is murder," the Queen replied. They skimmed over a freeway, and entered the depths of the forest. Here, without the taint of man, it was a wonderland Dandelion would have never imagined. The few Fairy he had seen were multiplied fourfold. They danced, and in some places he saw two light merge, pulsing. She asked about the...

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Claires Little Helper

Claire's Little Helper By Emma Smith Sunday, 25 August 2002 Chapter 1 Update I suppose I should start by bringing people up to date with some of the things that have happened to me since last time. To be honest there isn't a great deal to tell but I'll give you the highlights, such as they are. I've had a few more trips out and my sister has been much more responsible on calling on me as her stand in. In fact she hasn't done it to me since last time. She did take me out to...

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Laird of the Loch

I was completely worn as I entered the glade to bathe in the loch. For the past several weeks I had done nothing but act as an aide to some English general or another as I attempted to ferret out troop movements and other valuable information that might help my own countrymen in this endless and brutal war. When I could slip away, I would quietly enter the Scottish camp and report my findings. Sometimes I was able to stay and rest for a few days among friends before I had to once again don my...

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Repairman

After Sam moved into his home on the top floor of an apartment block, he became fascinated with his neighbours. They occupied the far end unit and he lived next door to them. The six units on each floor were mirror images of one another and Sam, therefore, shared an adjoining bedroom wall with Tex and Gail. They had a very noisy sex life and Sam would frequently hear them cavorting after two a.m.Gail worked at a nightclub from six p.m. till two a.m., and after being collected by Tex after her...

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Fairies III A day in the life Mediterranean

The problem with lawyers... The man leaped at the Coach as he stepped from his car. Having spent several years as a Marine before he became a coach. what happened next was a foregone conclusion. He grabbed, slammed the man face first into his SUV (Wincing at the dent his face left) and set his foot on the man's back. "What the hell are you doing?" He snarled. "Coach Henderson I am serving you with a subpoena!" the man said. Of course with a broken nose and other injuries from his...

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Claires Journey into Submission and Torment

Claire's journey into submission and tormentClaire was a simple girl, attractive and ambitious.  Little could she guess on that first day at work that it would lead to pain and suffering beyond her wildest imaginings.Part one - first dayThis was it - this was the day!  Finally she was going to be her own boss - a real job, her own flat and freedom at last.  When Jarvis and Co had offered Claire the job she could hardly beleive it, but now here she was, getting ready for her first day.  OK the...

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Claires Sweet 16 Poo PartyPart 3 School

The next Monday morning Claire Bishop awoke and was given a yummy breakfast of poo on toast and a poo smoothie, which she then repaid by flavouring her mothers morning coffee. Her mother then dropped her off at school still smelling faintly of the weekends activities, as did her friends who were all delighted to see her and thanked her for such a great party. They all had tales of how much more dirty fun they had with their mothers the rest of the weekend, those with sisters had also got them...

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Dairy Farm

"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...

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Dairy Farm

"Dairy"A femcan story by dmbThe following fictional story is intended only for mature adults. All characters are over 18.He was surprised the job interview was in a wine bar. 'Medical Research Subject' doesn't usually involve meeting in a secluded romantic restaurant, but the miserable job market left Daryl no choice. After several weeks of online questionnaires and background checks, plus medical checks at a clinic, he had been approved for the final phase in the interview for a vague research...

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Dairy Of My Sister

Now coming to the matter.. My family is simple middle class contains 4 members.. Me, my sister Divya.. Mom, dad.. They both are private employees.. We don’t have any complaints and problems, happy life.. And I’m studying b.Tech.. 21yrs.. My sis is accountant in bank.. 23yr.. As usual in my house also two bed rooms, one for mom n dad.. Another one for us.. We both r very close to each other.. We share lot of things n personals too.. If i want money.. Asks her.. She would give her bank atm card.....

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AIRTIGHT

Alan responded to our ad and he really appealed to us. One thing led to another. When he wanted to bring his older cousin with him when we met, we were so hot to party with him we decided to live dangerously and agreed. So, I had seen my wife naked with other men before. I had seen her sit on other men's laps before, too. She likes facing me when she sits on other men's laps like that. She wants me to see it all when she lowers herself down on another man's hard cock. She likes how hot it makes...

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Fairytale of Christmas

To the tune of "Fairytale of New York" by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer This may be archived/posted anywhere: Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Fairytale of Christmas By Pretzelgirl It was Christmas Eve, again In the closet I finished donning my gay apparel And then I poured a drink My memories erase I strung some mistletoe Tear trickles down my face God, I'm the lucky one I've been the favorite son I've kept it hidden I've been the golden boy The toll has...

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Claires Secret

"Are you getting this?" Claire shouted from the top of the rickety abandoned platform. "Claire, trust me, I'm recording your every step." "OK, just keep it aimed at me, and don't stop, no matter what happens." "All right, all right, but be careful up there." "Geez, Zach, sometimes you sound just like my dad. Just do what I ask, OK?" Zach zoomed in on Claire as she stood on the dilapidated walkway. He was expecting her to drop something onto the sun-harded Texas soil below, but...

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Claires Sweet 16 Poo PartyPart 4 Going Public

It was Friday night in The Bishop household as Claire lay across her mothers lap, with her bare bottom facing up towards her mother, she wore only the short pink cotton sweater her mother had bought her and a pair of cute pink socks. Her mother lovingly stroked her backside as she let out a loud sloppy extended fart, right into her mothers face. "Wow honey that was really lovely", said Sarah's mum as they both breathed in deeply the aroma that came from her bottom. This was common...

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Wheelchair bound babe gets pleasure where she cou

They say when a woman gets passed fifty, she becomes invisible, at one time she may have turned many heads or stopped conversations when she entered a room, but now she goes unnoticed.As Audrey came into the function room you would have thought the slim attractive brunette would have attracted the attention of the men filling the room. But she didn't she was also was transparent to them and she was only twenty eight.If she had walked into the bar a plethora of men would of rushed to buy her a...

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Faire Trade

Once upon a time, Jack had been a normal guy, like you or me. Well. Maybe a little more perverse than most. There was always so many beautiful ladies around, and he just wanted to touch them. One day, he woke up different, changed. There was no magic fairy, no voice of god, just the knowledge in his head that he could do as he wished, to anyone he wished. It was there firm in his head, as he got dressed in a simple black sleeveless shirt, with a v-neck and ties, a red vest, and a plain black...

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