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It was another sunny day in Springtime, and exactly two weeks to the day on which I had undergone my first Dental Gas anaesthetic for the extraction of two teeth. It had been a horrible and traumatic experience. The aftermath of the anaesthetic, and the pain from the holes in my gum where the teeth had been was made worse by the knowledge that I had to endure another Gas Session at the same clinic for a second round of extractions. Today was the day of my second appointment and I was feeling dreadful - literally sick with apprehension. True, my mouth had healed up well enough from the first set of extractions under Gas, but the same could scarcely be said for my emotional scars, namely my recently inspired dread of dentists in general and Gas anaesthesia in particular. I knew with certainty what kind of ordeal lay in store for me beyond the blue-painted door of the dental surgery. I remembered in vivid detail the brown rubber apron that I had to wear, the smell of the suffocating black rubber mask on my face and the ghastly sensations produced by breathing the Gas. Finally there was the the pain of the actual extractions. Both my mother and the nurse in the recovery room had disagreed with me on the last point. I had had Gas Hadn't I? Everyone knew that it didn't hurt to have a tooth out under Gas. I had clearly `imagined' the pain. Having been the patient in the chair I had begged to differ, but no one was prepared to believe a small boy who was clearly anxious to avoid another encounter with the dentist. I was therefore terrified of returning to the clinic for a second visit, and had spent the intervening two weeks brooding on the ordeal ahead of me and making constant, unsuccessful appeals to my parents to cancel my impending G.A. appointment.

That morning I had quite literally been dragged from my home to the clinic by my mother. Then, after unsuccessfully trying every avoidance tactic and delaying strategy known to a five-year-old boy, I had found myself sitting on a worn and wobbly metal chair in the all-to-familiar dental waiting room. Just like my initial appointment, I found myself surrounded by anxious mothers and their c***dren. This time however, one thing was different - the room was full to bursting. All the chairs in the room were occupied, and several mothers with very young c***dren had resorted to holding them on their lap in order to make some chairs available to new arrivals. In retrospect, the explanation was straightforward. On my previous appointment, my name had been added to the end of the appointment list at short notice as an urgent case, and I had therefore been given an appointment towards the end of the following mornings `gas' session when most of the patients had been treated. As my appointment for my second set of extractions had been booked a full two weeks earlier, I was one of the first patients on the list to be seen that day. My appointment time had therefore coincided with the start of that weeks `Gas Session'. A lot of parents had brought their c***dren along early to be sure of keeping their appointments, and as the gassing "production line" was not yet rolling, there was a `log-jam' of patients in the waiting room. I tried to stifle my rising panic by watching the other c***dren in the waiting room. There was one boy who looked a year or two older than me who seemed quite unconcerned. He was calmly making rubbings of coins using a pad of paper and a pencil. "Look" said my mother, pointing him out to me. "He's not afraid". But was he `Having Gas'? Did he know what awaited him on the other side of the blue surgery door? Some of the other c***dren were ashen-faced and sat wide-eyed, alternately hugging their mothers and eyeing the door leading to the corridor. I copied them.

There was another event at the start of a `Gas Session' at the clinic that I had missed two weeks earlier, due to the timing of my initial appointment. Suddenly the door of the waiting room swung open, and in walked the ginger-haired dentist who had traumatically gassed me previously. He was wearing the white coat that I remembered, and was holding a black rubber anaesthetic mask in his hand. Conversation in the room stopped dead. What felt like a hollow pit suddenly opened up in my stomach, and I remember burying my face in my mother's side in sick terror. After a moment he held up the mask and spoke in what he must have thought a cheerful and reassuring voice. "Hello c***dren - there's nothing to be afraid of. When I put my mask on your face, just breathe in and out deeply, and before you know it you will be waking up with your bad tooth gone, and it will be all over". And with that he turned about and was gone through the door. Conversation in the waiting room re-started very slowly.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and a nurse came in holding a yellow appointment card and called the name of the first patient. It was the boy who was busy with a paper pad, pencil and coins. His mother took these items from him, and then speaking softly, pointed him towards the door. He went out quietly, all alone, and was led away by the nurse who held his hand. As soon as the waiting room door closed I became very curious about what was happening to him in the nearby surgery. I strained my ears to see if I could hear anything through the waiting room door. It was difficult to hear much over the hub-bub of conversation in the room, but I heard a door open, the sound of a womens voice, and then the door closing again. Then there was silence for a while, punctuated by footsteps in the corridor, and after that I thought that I could just make out the sound of a distant mans voice, which went droning on for a while. Then came what sounded like a long muffled grunt - the distant voice droned some more - and then more silence.

A minute or so later I heard a short series of soft bumps, followed by the sound of people walking about, and then quite suddenly there was faint but very distinct crying. Conversation in the waiting room flagged noticably at this point, and it became easier to hear what was happening outside. Then the waiting room door opened to admit a whiff of a sweet smell reminiscent of a dry cleaning shop and the boy's mother was called outside by the nurse. Almost at once I heard another door open, and then came the sound of retching and strident crying which rapidly faded away down the corridor.

I sat in my chair in the waiting room feeling numb with fear. The sounds and smells that had reached me from the corridor outside had sharply reminded me of my own horrific experience of two weeks previously. There had been the sickening chemical smell of the Gas, followed by the evident distress of what must have been the boy who had left the waiting room only minutes before. Suddenly, I had a vivid recollection of the ginger-haired dentist standing beside the chair in the surgery, holding the hissing black rubber mask, bringing it closer and closer towards my face . . . .

And then the waiting room door opened. A nurse came in. The same nurse who two weeks ago had taken off my coat in the surgery, who had held my hands so tightly while I was breathing the Gas. She had a yellow appointment card in her hand, and she called out my name. My mother tried to take my hand to lead me to the surgery, but knowing what must be about to happen I burst into tears. Then I clamped both hands over my face to shield my nose and mouth from the mask I knew was waiting for me. My mother picked me up from my seat and without a word carried me out through the waiting room door, out into the corridor and across to the blue-painted door of the dental surgery.

I was carried sobbing into the surgery by my mother, still clutching my hands over my nose and mouth, and set down behind the chair. I looked around and saw the dentist, the nurses and (of course!) the gas machine with its black breathing bag and the rubber mask hanging on the hook at the front. Everything was ready for me. Everything was exactly as I remembered it from my initial appointment two weeks previously, right down to the pungent lingering chemical smell of the Gas in the room. I was rooted to the spot by the rush of horrific memories. Then one of the nurses advanced towards me holding out a brown rubber apron in her hands. That was the final confirmation of what was in store for me - and I flipped. I made a desperate dash for the door. I didn't make it. The two nurses cornered me, and then screaming at the top of my voice with my arms and legs thrashing wildly, I was half dragged - half carried back to the chair. As this was happening, the surgery door opened and a blue-uniformed senior nurse hurried in to see what the commotion was about. She tut-tutted at my struggling and screaming and proceded to help the others lift me into the chair and hold me down.

Next there was a sibilent hiss of gas from the direction of the anaesthetic trolley, and then the dentist appeared beside the chair holding the dreaded black rubber mask. Hissing and trailing its sinister black corrugated tube, it looked and sounded every bit like a venomous snake poised to strike at my nose and mouth. Again and again it darted at my face as I struggled with the nurses in the chair, and each time it came towards me I writhed and twisted my head away, only just managing to keep my features out of its gassy embrace. I fought to the limit of my strength to escape, but with four adults holding me down it was just a matter of how long I could hold out. All of this time I was screaming for my mother and begging the nurses to let me go, but to no avail. Finally, in an effort co-ordinated by the dentist, the senior nurse gripped my hands whilst the other two nurses each grasped one of my legs. Holding my legs rigid by locking my knee joints, they pushed on the soles of my feet and slid me back until my bottom was firmly wedged in the angle of the chair. Then the latex-gloved hand of the dentist seized my chin from behind and firmly pulled my head back into the head-rest. I was finally trapped.

Someone d****d a towel around my chest (a precaution, I later learned, against vomiting during the induction), and then as if in slow-motion the hissing black mask appeared before my face and hovered a hands-breadth away from my nose and mouth. In a blind panic I tried to turn my head away, but the dentist held my chin in a vice-like grip. Sweet chemically-laden gas blew from the mask and fanned my face. "Just Relax And Breathe Deeply" said the dentist, "Before You Know It Your Tooth Will Be Out And It'll All Be Over". My screaming stopped abruptly as I seized a huge gulp of gas-tainted air and held my breath. Then the mask descended, and made a perfect airtight seal around my nose and mouth. I felt two fingers of the hand holding the mask slide under my chin to support my jaw, and then the hand gripping my chin relaxed and moved away. Even then I could scarcely move my head. The sickening cocktail of chemicals, gas and rubber, so familiar to me from my previous appointment invaded my nostrils. I sat in the chair rigid with fear, much as a rabbit freezes in the headlights of an oncoming car. Looking out in mute desperation over the top of the mask, I watched in horrified fascination as the black rubber breathing bag on front of the the gas trolley slowly began to inflate with the first load of gas destined for my lungs.

I was already breathless from struggling, and holding my breath soon became impossible. Gritting my teeth, I exhaled as slowly as possible, using the stale air in my lungs to blow away the smell inside the mask, putting off second-by-second the rapidly approaching moment when I would be forced to begin breathing the Gas. The breathing bag fluttered and the mask hissed softly as I exhaled in short spurts, repeatedly clearing the sickly smell from the mask until all the air in my lungs was exhausted. Then the cloying sweet smell returned to flood the mask and fill my nostrils, and I knew that the dreaded moment had come.

"Breathe . . . " said the dentist, echoing my thoughts. I was beside myself with fright but simply couldn't hold my breath out a second longer. My chest heaved, and a huge gulp of rubbery Gas rushed down my throat and filled my empty lungs. The breathing bag on the Gas trolley sharply deflated. "Good Boy" murmured one of the nurses holding me down. I shuddered at the smell, and blew the pungent lungful back into the mask with a muffled sob. Having Gas was going to be every bit as horrible as the last time.

"And Again - Breathe . . . " I screamed and sobbed into the mask, and my muffled cries resonated in the corrugated tubing until I ran out of breath and had to take another gulp of pungent Gas. The dentist calmly adjusted the flowmeters on the anaesthetic trolley, checking that the flow of gas into the breathing circuit was slow; steady; adequate.

"Breathe Deeply . . . " Still I struggled in the chair, fighting to free my hands from the grip of the nurse and writhing in an attempt to dislodge the black smothering mask from my face. My breath came in short staccato gasps as I alternately held my breath against the pungent Gas and then succombed to a desperate urge to breathe. I can remember staring over the cuff of the mask and seeing the breathing bag on the trolley twitching in response to my ragged breathing.

I felt as though I was suffocating. I had to take a deep breath. Even if it was a breath of Gas. Just the one. Then maybe I would be able to hold my breath again. My gaze followed the corrugated black rubber tube running from the mask to the gas trolley. I looked at the black rubber breathing bag, gritted my teeth, and grimly inhaled. I shuddered as the sweet chemical-scented Gas charged down my throat in what seemed like a never-ending torrent. The breathing bag deflated in response to my reluctant deep breath, and then the mask hissed softly as I started to breath out. Quite suddenly my arms and legs felt very cold and I became aware of my pulse racing in my ears.

"Breathe . . . " droned the disembodied voice of the dentist. Distracted by the odd sensation I forgot about holding my breath and took another big gulp of Gas from the mask. The sudden chill in my limbs erupted into tingling pins and needles. Another breath, and the tingling sensation travelled up my limbs to my chest. Yet another breath, and it swept onwards to my head which then began to buzz in sympathy with my body. I gulped several more quick deep breaths from the mask as rapidly as my lungs would let me, desperately trying to shorten my ordeal. "Don't Try To Rush It . . " echoed the voice of the dentist in my ears, "Breathe Through Your Nose . . .". Suddenly, my limbs felt as heavy as lead, and my body seemed to be pressed into the padding of the dentist's chair as if by an enormous unseen hand.

Then I remember staring fixedly over the cuff of the mask, and through a mist of Gas and tears, focussing on the black rubber breathing bag on the Gas trolley. It was rhythmically filling and then emptying; filling and emptying; responding to my breathing; registering the Gas as it flowed into and then out of my lungs. Dimly I realised that it had become too difficult to control my breathing and that my body, which now seemed like a separate entity, was breathing automatically on my behalf. "Going To sleep Now . . . " said the disembodied voice of the dentist, which reverberated as if in a long tunnel. His hand was doing something near the bottle of blue liquid at the back of the Gas trolley, but I could no longer move my eyes to see what.

My struggle was nearly over. I was no longer holding my breath or fighting the nurses. Sitting motionless in the chair with the black rubber mask held snugly over my nose and mouth, I breathed the Gas calmly, deeply and quietly. As I breathed in, the breathing bag slowly contracted and I felt the cool pungent Gas stream deep into my lungs. As I breathed out, the bag quickly expanded, then bulged, and then the mask would hiss softly. Gradually the tingling and buzzing sensation in my head and body became more and more intense and my eyelids heavier and heavier. Then a new world started to open up before me. A strange world of red mists filled with buzzing and pulsating stars, where the only things that mattered were my breathing and the smell and taste of the Gas. I felt myself take another big deep breath from the mask, then my eyes slowly closed and the buzzing stars drew me gently into their midst.

And then I was floating in a red star-speckled mist that suffused my entire being with an intense tingling buzz. The sound of my deep relaxed breathing, the sibilent hissing of the Gas trolley and the rhythmic `Pssssst' sound the mask was making filled my entire universe. Then with each breath, the chemical smell in the Gas mixture that I was breathing became stronger and Stronger and STRONGER!

And then I suddenly realised that my eyes were wide open and I was staring at the ceiling light above the chair in the surgery. Everything seemed dark and indistinct. There was an awful ache in my jaw, and a chemical and salty taste in my mouth. I felt very sick and woozy and as soon as I remembered where I was and what was happening to me, I thrashed wildly in the chair, screaming for my mother. Blurred faces of the nurses appeared and hovered over me. "Its All Over" and "Your Tooth Is Out" they chorused.

Then the head and shoulders of another nurse appeared in my field of view, and leaned over the side of the chair. She was wearing a brown rubber bib apron over her white uniform, and I recall thinking at first that she might be at the dentist to have Gas too. But without a word she bent over me, scooped my out of the chair and into her arms. Then she carried me, sobbing, head cradled against the bib of her apron, out through the blue-painted door of the surgery and into the cool fresh air of the corridor.

We got to the door of the recovery room, and I remember staring fixedly at the ceiling as I was carried inside, either unable or unwilling to move my head. There was a sour smell of vomit and the sound of another c***d crying as I was carried into the room, neither of which did anything to improve how I was feeling. My mother sat on a chair, the nurse lowered me on to her lap where she held me while I started to recover. I felt dreadful, and unlike my first gassing, I had an appalling chemical taste in my mouth that just would not go away. Gradually I became more aware of my surroundings. Then I remember smelling rubber, looking down towards my feet, and realising that I was now wearing a brown rubber apron. It was just like the ones I sometimes wore at school, and the one I had worn during me first dental Gas experience two weeks earlier. It felt comforting and snug around my body, and the soft smell of the brown rubber was in a strange way comforting after the recent horrors of the black rubber mask. How I came to be wearing it I did not know, and supposed I had it put on me while I was asleep from the Gas.

The nurse who was wearing a rubber apron was by then bustling around at the far end of the room where the crying was coming from. Distrought and disoriented as I was, I managed to turn my head to see what she was doing. At the end of the room, lying on a red plastic couch and wearing a brown rubber apron just like the one I had on, was the boy who had been making pencil rubbings of coins. He looked ashen-faced, and was lying on his side with a soiled towel under his face. His shoes had been taken off and were piled on the floor beside the couch together with his pad of paper, pencil box and the bag his mother had been carrying. He was sobbing quietly whilst being watched by the nurse and comforted by his mother, alternately spitting blood and retching into a shiny metal bowl being held in front of his pale face.

I am not sure how long I sat on my mothers lap recovering from the gas. It took rather longer than after my first gassing. (In retrospect I didn't feel my tooth being pulled out the second time, and so I could have been given a stronger dose of volatile anaesthetic. That may also have accounted for the chemical aftertaste that I experienced). Eventually I could stand unaided, and then I was given a plastic beaker of pink mouthwash that I had to rinse out with standing over a sink, and spit the rinsings back into the beaker - not into the sink. I soon coloured the beaker contents red with my blood. Then my brown rubber apron was removed by the nurse. As she did so, I noticed that the inside surface of the apron was damp with perspiration - just like after my first gassing. I walked unsteadily towards the exit supported by my mother. As we passed through the reception area, the blue-uniformed senior nurse who had helped restrain me while I was gassed in the surgery bustled over to us. "Fancy Making Such A Fuss Over A Little Thing Like That" she scolded me.

Epilogue.

So ends the story of my second dental gas anaesthetic. Thankfully, I had no further encounters with the black rubber mask for another five or six years, until I broke one of my few remaining milk teeth (but that is yet another story). After that I had no further dental problems at all and managed to avoid dentists until I reached adulthood. Then of course, I had the option of refusing any proposed treatment (or anaesthetic), and then much of the fear evaporated. This coincided with the decline of Dental General Anaesthesia in a surgery setting in the UK. In fact the dentist who did the comprehensive treatment plan at the end of my prolonged period of self-imposed dental abstinance had no G.A. equipment of any kind in the surgery. And so the dreaded self-posed question, `Will I have to have gas?', that had haunted me throughout c***dhood never arose again.

So there you have it. My second Gas story, or at least as much as I remember. Like others in this community, my experiences in the dentist's chair gave rise to a fascination with Gas anaesthesia and, of course, with rubber aprons. In fact, I am wearing a rubber apron (and nothing else!) right now, as I conclude this writing this account. It's a traditional brown rubber bib apron with metal eyelets and waist ties. It's adult-sized, but otherwise identical to the one that I wore when I first had gas at the dental clinic. Its cool snugness about my body and its soft rubbery smell are as comforting as ever, and whenever I take a deep breath, I can feel the bib give my chest a comforting hug. It certainly brings back memories!

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Five o'clock in the morning is one of my favorite times. Not too many cars on the road and the world seems somewhat peaceful. There is just a hint that it will be light soon. No one to hassle you and the solitude has a calming effect on me. I look in front of me on the interstate and only see two cars and they are about a mile ahead of me. A check in the rearview mirror reveals one car coming over the rise about a quarter mile in back of me. I notice that just ahead is a car with the...

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Gas Station

About a month ago my best friend Julie had talked me into sneaking out to a party. Later I learned it was an adult party with a reputation for being really wild. Even though Julie and I are only 15 years old and sophomores in high school, we have an adventurous streak. Everybody at the party assumed Julie and I were in our 20's and we were dressed to look older. Actually we were dressed to look as sexy and hot as possible. As it turned out I had sex for the first time at the party, with the...

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Out of Gas

When I started driving, I recall my dad's repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 16-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn't seem that I would have to worry about anybody coming along this road at 1 a.m., so I figured I might as well bunk in my car until daylight. It was mid-summer, so I left the windows down and tried to...

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The Gas Station

******** Chapter 1 ******** I wasn’t particularly successful with women in my youth. I did okay. I dated in high school and college and I had a few steady girlfriends, but I was never much of a pick up artist. Most of the girls I ended up with were friends first, or at least acquaintances. When it came to picking up women at a party or in a bar, I usually failed miserably when I tried. Not that I tried that often. I was scared of rejection, even from a stranger. Or maybe I was scared of being...

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Mom Chudi Gas Delivery Boy Se

Hi Friends, I am Vikram ek bar phir aap logo k leye aapni maa ki chudai la k aya hu.Sab se phele to us sab frnd ko Thanks Jin logo na mere Story padi Like kari mere ko mail kara Thanks my friends Mere Stories 1. 2. 3. In k bad aaj mai aapko aapni maa ki chudai ki ek or khani sunna ja raha hu umeed karta hu ki sab ko ye bhi utni hi pasand aegi or is bar mere ko us se jyada mail aye Jo new Reader hai un ko mai phele aapni maa k bare mai bata du Mere maa k naam sapna hai hum ek midail class...

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Service SocietyChapter 16 Getting Gas

It was Thursday afternoon, and Dexter was still headed home from Nevada after retrieving his car. It was his intention to arrive at the apartment, early on Friday morning. Eric was covering the website, so Dexter didn’t have any worries, there. Ed Daimler had asked him to find three engineers to infiltrate Daimler Plastics, to find out what was really going on in the company. Somehow, the old man had managed to find a lawyer to draw up an agreement during dinner time. It was a rather...

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Gas Station Shemale

Before I begin this story let me say this: I know that a gas station is a place where one would not likely see a chick in a short skirt with heels and even if you did it wouldn't happen in the wee-hours of the morning.........would it??? On this night I hadn't paid close attention to how much gas I had in my car and when it was time to drive home from the party I'd been at I realized that I absolutely had to stop to get some (probably not a real good idea but I had no choice). Signage along...

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Gas Station at Two AM

John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to gas up….for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that place. And each time it was late … John planned it that way so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable. He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free- way — he did that because he planned...

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Gas Again

‘Feeling comfy?’ asked the dentist, as the chair gently lowered David R. to a near – horizontal position. ‘Yes, very, thanks,’ David R. said. ‘Okay, then, we’ll proceed with getting that nasty tooth of yours sorted, shall we?’ the dentist continued. David R. nodded. ‘Justine?’ said the dentist, from somewhere above and behind David R. The nurse, Justine, came into David R.’s vision. A lovely black woman with flawless ebony skin, her uniform seemed to be a little tight around the bust. The...

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Uncle Bobs Gas Station

by Lubrican Chapter 1 Lana Masters approached her brother's service station with some trepidation. This was her first job, in actuality. She'd married young, when her boyfriend had knocked her up at age seventeen. The following ten years had been good, but then he'd been killed by a drunk driver leaving a bar. The life insurance had carried her and their daughter Mindy through for another four years, but then things began to get tight. Lana and her brother had been close when...

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Uncle Bob8217s Gas Station

Lana Masters approached her brother’s service station with some trepidation. This was her first job, in actuality. She’d married young, when her boyfriend had knocked her up at age seventeen. The following ten years had been good, but then he’d been killed by a drunk driver leaving a bar. The life insurance had carried her and their daughter Mindy through for another four years, but then things began to get tight. Lana and her brother had been close when they were...

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The Gas Station

Gareth had no interest in relationships. On the few occasions when he tried to settle down believing that he had found ‘the one,’ boredom very shortly set in. Gareth even found it difficult to indulge in repeat performances with guys that he had formerly enjoyed, because with the anonymity gone, somehow these reprises always fell flat.For Gareth, the unexpected was what fuelled him. He always felt like a kid opening a Christmas present as a zipper was pulled down and the smell and taste of a...

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The Blonde at the gas pumps

It was a cool night and I had decided to take a bike ride just before sundown. I got my leathers on and fired up the Harley. She sounded great. It was loud due to the custom drag pipes and I sat there for a few minutes listening to that strong deep thump in the motor.. I put it in gear and took off. I rode for hours and I was somewhere in the country. The sun was just about to set when I figured I’d better get gas. I spotted a Texaco station so I headed for it. I pulled up to the pump,...

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An interesting night at the gas station

Did you ever go to get gas and not have enough money to pay your bill? How about having your credit card decline? Well this is the story of when this happened to me. My name is Holly and I was on my way to my boyfriend’s house. I had noticed that my fuel was on the low side. I was driving on the highway and was hoping I would not run out of gas. There was a sign up ahead that said there was a gas station in the next ten miles. I was hoping I would be able to make it. I always drove with a full...

Quickie Sex
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Out of Gas

"Hello?" The voice came out of nowhere, startling Val and making him lose his grip on his wrench. His hand shot back and smashed into the frame of his currently disassembled motorcycle. Pain bloomed. "Chyort voz'mi!" the nineteen year old Russian swore. He swatted the power button on the CD player with his free hand, ending the sweet sounds of Korol i Shut, one of his favourite bands and one of the few CDs of Russian music he allowed himself to listen to. He was an American now, as he...

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Gas Leak

As Cindy pulled into her driveway late Thursday afternoon she noticed a Gas Company truck parked just down the hill at the Turners' house. The Turners were her only neighbors. Her house sat up on a hill with a beautiful view of the surrounding foothills. She loved the house because of the views and the privacy it offered without having to close any of the curtains. A man walked quickly up the hill in the blowing snow towards her. "Hi, I'm with the Gas Company, your neighbors called earlier...

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An Interesting Night at the Gas Station

Did you ever go to get gas and not have enough money to pay your bill? How about having your credit card decline? Well this is the story of when this happened to me. My name is Holly and I was on my way to my boyfriend's house. I had noticed that my fuel was on the low side. I was driving on the highway and was hoping I would not run out of gas. There was a sign up ahead that said there was a gas station in the next ten miles. I was hoping I would be able to make it. I always drove with a...

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How to Tell a True Female Orgasm from a Fake Orgas

A Guide with Tips for How to Tell a True Female Orgasm from a Fake OrgasmA story of a typical female orgasm:I’m lying on top of my girlfriend, our love making and foreplay has advanced to where we are now, my hard shaft deep in her wet love tunnel. Our naked bodies are sweating together, moving together, joined as one both physically, emotionally and mentally as we share kisses while my I pump into and out of her.I’m connected to her through our genitals and through our feelings as my desire to...

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Bi Beki TrueStory

This is the girl who is in this story with me : http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1352687/bi_sexual_beki.htmlThis all starts off with me going downtown just by myself to a well known gay bar. I have been bi-sexual since I was about 14 and I am 18 now. I was wearing a burgundy dress which flared out a lot at the bottom and was showing a fair bit of cleavage, my legs were bare and I had black lace panties on and a matching bra. I was in the mood for a girl tonight seen as I hadn't had sex with a...

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Gas The Early Trials

‘You never said why.’ Sarah C. said to Dr Tilley from her comfy chair. Sarah idly flicked back an errant blonde hair as she looked across at the slightly greying, ageing man before her. Dr Tilley had begun to sport a neat little salt and pepper goatee of late, which framed his face in a slightly satanic cast. ‘Why what?’ Dr Tilley replied, sitting across from her in a relaxed slump. Above them, there was a soft chime. ‘We are coming in to land,’ said the voice. ‘Please extinguish all smoking...

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My Favorite Gas Station

I stop at this gas station almost every morning. I know all the current employees and owner, as I have for the last five years I have come here. All have their own unique personalities and sexual appetites. I have my favorites, as I am sure they have their own personal favorite customers.It is owned by two brothers who couldn’t be more opposite. Seth, the older, more laid-back Arab brother, is in a very unhappy, boring arranged marriage. He is a gentle, caring lover. He likes sex on clean...

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A Guy At The Gas Station Gets Lucky With Kelly

It was a Saturday morning during the summer of 1984. I had a bunch of yard work to do. Kelly had slept in and then had a couple of errands to run. Kelly was twenty-four. She had jumped out of the shower and spent a bunch of time combing out her ultra-long dishwater blond hair. Her hair hung to just above the backs of her knees. I used to call Kelly a ‘twerp’. She’s only 5’2” and weighs about a buck-twenty, with half of it boobs and the other half hair.She slipped on a white T-shirt top. It was...

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High gas prices no problem

Im a girl, but I also have a twin brother, Ted, but I always call him teddy, its just one of his buttons I like to push. He didn't get his drivers license until way after I did, mostly because we did a lot of stuff together so I drove him everywhere. Like any teenagers we had no jobs, rarely any money, but wanted to go everywhere. We were on our way to a party, and were still a while from getting there, but the tank was empty. I pulled into a gas station, realizing we were 15 minute drive from...

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Its A GAS Part One

It's a GAS... Part One "Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a GAS GAS GAS..." - The Rolling Stones I read the email once. Then, I read it again. And again. And, yeah... a fourth time. Four short sentences: "Your file was evaluated and accepted. Sorry for delay to write you. I could give you a surgery date of March 14th 2016. Let me know if this date is good for you." And yet it took four readings for it to actually sink in, for me to believe it was real. Okay, next step: scream, jump up,...

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Out of Gas

As you are walking down the street ,no street light in the near pitch black night, your car has runs out of gas now on your way to the nearest store to get some gas and a gas can.I see you walking and slow down and offer you a ride, as you pull yourself into my truck I can see your sexy legs from the dome light, a nice little cotton sun dress. As we go down the road I reach over and start caressing your thigh. You push my hand away, I tell you nobody rides for free, and start grabbing at my...

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The Trailer Park behind the Gas Station just off o

Back before all the bypasses and interstates were built, you had to travel through several small towns. Yes, it took longer but it made for a more interesting ride. Back then there were little motels, with 6-8 units. The cars parked just off the highway and you knew what kind of people stayed there. There was a reason some only charged by the hour. Most of the gas stations were owned by "mom and pop" folks...so you never knew what you might be walking into if you didn't live in the area. You...

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drunk MILF for 2 small gas station wine bottles

Having just graduate High School and horny as ever I was eager just stick my young hard dick into anything. This story is 100% true. I was hanging out with one of my buddies, alex, at a local park sitting under the covered picnic area. We both were glad to be out of high school and just talking shit about random stuff. When my buddy alex told me he was having some issues with his laptop and asked if i could take a look at it. I told him sure and he went off to his car to get it. Meanwhile i am...

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My wife gets pumped at the gas station

We started off living in a bad part of LA back min the 80s,but the neighbors were great.I always told my wife to get gas at the Texaco because they had a full service island,that way she didn't have to get out of her car.This station was owned by a Korean family,the father was the owner and mechanic,the son worked there and was a student at UCLA , he is 19 but looks 14.The sister ran the place,she was 24 and a business grad.My wife always flirted with the son whose name was Johnny,an...

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My stop at the gas station

I took one last heavy sigh before I got out of my car. It was a clear night around 10pm. I looked over myself. Black flats, a pair of tight light grey yoga pants, a short black shirt that barely covered my stomach, and a light grey ? length cardigan that I made sure didn’t cover the outline of my bubble butt. Underneath I wore a pair of white panties with pink trim that I had stolen my 13 year old niece at a camping trip last summer when I was desperate for girls’ clothes. I had a decent...

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Out of Gas

The engine sputtered and coughed before it finally quit. I muttered curses under my breath as I yanked the wheel and pulled off the road. "Shit, out of gas. Damn gauge, I knew I should have had it fixed." I was in a real dilemma. Out in the middle of nowhere with no gas, no food, very little water and hot as hell outside. Before long the hot desert sun started to heat the inside of my car. Looking at the map the closest town including the last one was at least ten miles away. "Guess I...

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An interesting night at the gas station

Did you ever go to get gas and not have enough money to pay your bill? How about having your credit card decline? Well this is the story of when this happened to me. My name is Holly and I was on my way to my boyfriend’s house. I had noticed that my fuel was on the low side. I was driving on the highway and was hoping I would not run out of gas. There was a sign up ahead that said there was a gas station in the next ten miles. I was hoping I would be able to make it. I always drove with a...

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The Teen Slut And The Gas Man

Ever since my encounter with an older man, Paul, and the sexual exploits he introduced me to, my sex drive had become insatiable. I suddenly found myself with an unrelenting desire to flash my body in public. It was shortly after my seventeenth birthday that I started exposing myself to dirty old men looking for a bit of action.It was an unbearably hot day in August when I began exploring my exhibitionist side. I left my house wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a bra. Walking down the...

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Anita gangbanged at a gas station

Anita and I had gone to another not so far town, to visit one of my wife’s nieces. Now on our road trip back home, we both were horny, thinking about some time alone we would spend just the two of us in the motel room we had booked in the middle of the way back home.We had been crammed together with a bunch of other nice relatives while staying at our niece’s house and we were just looking forward to enjoy some loud hot sex."It will be nice to be able to make some noise..." Anita said"I was...

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Itrsquos Out of Gas

I was on the Highway; I noticed a car along the side of the road with the hood up.So I pulled behind the car. As I approached this young lady sat in the drivers seat.With a soft soothing, voice, She said have you stopped to help me?I’ll take a look and see if I can I answered. She then opened her door and stepped out.She appeared to be in her twenty’s, stood about 5’7, 140. Had red hair that stopped just above her shoulders. I gazed into her eyes, green emeralds. My gaze moved down, she had on...

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Fucking mommy at the gas station

Me and my mom were on our way to south Carolina to visit my grandmom so knowing this was going to be a long drive leaving from Philly we loaded up on snacks and other essentials. Only thing left we needed was gas…We had enough in the tank to get us out of the city and onto the road so we just decided it be best to get it while were on the road. So we got to about the end of Delaware about to go in Maryland when we stopped for gas. We both got out to stretch and we both had to use the bathroom....

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Tranny Gas Station Attendant

This happened about ten years ago and I thought I'd share it with you all for your enjoyment and mine! Like I've said before, although I'm bi-sexual, I don't walk around checking out other guys, nor do I like to be intimate with one. Sure, some might consider taking a cock in the mouth or ass intimate, but I consider it just sex. When I say I'm not intimate with other guys, I mean I don't kiss or cuddle or anything like that. It's always just sex, with no strings attached.......usually! There...

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A wrong gas station to stop

I had invited my wife to join me in a quick business trip in a town not so far. Anita had accepted gladly, saying we could share the driving.After two days, we were driving fast in the highway at night…Two hours after midnight, I pulled into a small gas station.Ana said she was starving and I needed some rest.A young black attendant in an oily stained overall came to us.I asked him to fill the tank and then to pull our car into the parking lot. He said it would be fine.I noticed the attendant’s...

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