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'You don't mean it,' Adele said, eyes wide, long hair sweeping as she shook her head. 'It's a joke ... Please, Becky, tell me it'll be all right.'

Rebecca Roberts gritted her teeth against the annoyance at her friend's constant need for reassurance. When would the woman learn that she was just as worried by their predicament? She sighed and looked around the flat, it wasn't much but they'd done their best to make the place homely. It had been fun going to car boot sales, visiting charity shops, collecting sticks of furniture and odds and ends, sanding down chairs, varnishing, painting; and having a laugh while doing so. Now the rent was due ... again. The part-time work they'd both picked up, warehouse work, waiting-on here and there, had gone so far, but not far enough. Rebecca turned to her friend's face, seeing her doe-eyed and close to tears.

'Something will come up, Adele,' she said, smiling cheerily despite the loose, watery feeling in her stomach.

'Do you think so, Becky? Really? Because Quin is going to want his money ...' Adele's face crumpled. '... And we already owe a month. Oh, Becky,' she sniffed, close to real tears. 'What are we going to do?'

Becky's patience snapped. Why don't you offer to show him your tits?' she spat. 'That might keep him happy for a day or two.'

Adele stared at her friend through her blonde fringe. She grinned weakly. 'For a second I thought you were serious.' She cuffed at her nose, sniffing back tears.

Becky's eyes glazed for a moment, her lips pursing. She turned to her friend, her expression sly.

Adele responded, her voice faltering. 'What ... I mean ... You're not suggesting ...'

Becky rolled her eyes. 'Not really,' she said. 'But it wouldn't hurt to flash some flesh when he comes round for the money. 'He's always drooling over your tits. Becky smirked, 'Besides, it isn't as though you don't show them off anyway.'

'Yes, but,' Adele pulled a face, 'he's just such an old, pervy letch ...'

'Who we owe nine hundred quid ... Two months of rent, Adele ...' She let their future prospects – eviction, ignominious return to their hometown in the South East corner of England – sink in. 'No more university. Back to Maidstone to work in a pub or whatever.' She shrugged. 'My dad can't afford to bail us out. What about your mum and dad?' At a teary-eyed head shake from the blonde, Becky sighed. 'Just give him a good eyeful. Flaunt the girls. Give the old perv a show. You never know, he might keel over with a heart attack.'

A guffaw blurted from Adele, a wet sob of cheer through the tears. 'It'd serve the miserable old bastard right,' she grinned, sniffing.

***

Robert Quin climbed the stairs to the top flat. 'Thirteen properties,' he muttered as he climbed. 'Twelve pay on time, but these two girls ...' Quin shook his head, pausing for a rest, chest heaving, his breath wheezing from the laboured bellows of his lungs. He pictured the girls in his mind – a sexy pair, especially the blonde, with them big knockers and a lovely plump backside to counterbalance her frontage. She was a juicy one all right, voluptuous and ripe. The other one, Becky, was actually the better looking one, nice legs and a tight arse, she'd look great in stockings and shoes, the blonde was more in your face ...

'Enough of that,' he muttered, one hand on the banister as he hauled himself to the landing. 'Already had a month's grace,' 'Nine hundred pounds or you're out.'

He reached the top of the stairs and knocked. Adele, wearing a scoop-necked sleeveless vest, opened the door. Quin's eyes instantly fell to the deep crease of the girl's cleavage. Adele felt the heat of his stare and a flicker of distaste, unnoticed by Quin whose attention was solely on her chest, curled the girl's mouth. She paused, giving the old man the opportunity to get a good eyeful of her curves before stepping back and allowing the landlord into the flat.

'Becky,' Adele called. 'Mr Quin's here.' The young woman turned, deliberately showing off her round buttocks in a pair of short shorts. A sound from behind made her turn. 'What was that, Mr Quin?' she asked, looking back over one shoulder as she led Quin into the galley kitchen.

'Nothing,' I was just thinking out loud,' Quin said, his eyes crawling across the girl's backside. He turned at the sound of Becky's voice, his eyes reluctantly rising.

'Bad news I'm afraid, Mr Quin,' Becky said as she entered the tiny kitchen and interrupting the man's lewd thoughts. 'We're a bit short with the money.'

Quin's gimlet eyes shone with avarice at the news. 'How short?'

'I've got about two hundred quid spare ...' She wrinkled her nose at the dour-faced man as he regarded her seriously. 'Why don't I pour us all a drink? We can sit in the living room and discuss it.'

'Discuss what?' Quin said gruffly.

Ignoring the question, Becky replied with one of her own. 'Beer OK, Mr Quin?'

Quin sighed, the girl was insistent. 'Grand. Thanks.' He sipped at the bottle Becky handed him and surreptitiously, so he thought, stared at Adele's breasts.

Noticing the man's line of sight, and seeing her friend squirming under the heat of Quin's gaze, Becky suggested: 'Uh, shall we go into the living room. It'll be more comfortable in there?'

She led the way followed by Adele, with Quin at the rear licking his lips as he followed Adele's jiggling bottom.

Quin eased his pipe cleaner frame – knuckles and wrists, knees and ankles – into a deep-seated armchair. Adele sat opposite Quin and tucked her legs beneath her while Becky sat on the floor.

'So,' Becky began brightly. 'What are our options, Mr Quin?'

Quin had plenty of options to put to the girls. A plan was forming in the old man's mind. He'd done it before, he could do it again. He'd have to be careful though, times had moved on since the 70s, the first time he'd come up with his suggestion for payment-in-kind for rent arrears. He was also a lot older. These girls, sassy, modern young things might not go for it. Still, it was worth a go.

He began by going in hard. 'You'll have to go,' he said, eyes still glued to Adele's breasts. 'I can't afford to lose two month's rent,' he lied. 'And since it's a month's notice ... and you defaulted last month ...' He heaved a big sigh, turning his sorry expression to Becky. 'I hate to see two lovely ...' he paused, tongue sliding over his lips again, '... attractive girls like you two out of here.' His arm swept the room. 'You've made the place look really nice, but,' he shook his head, face lugubrious as a mourner's, 'but what can I do?' He spread his hands and suddenly grinned, wolfishly.

As anticipated by Becky, briefed on what to do, Adele leaned forward. 'But ... but ... Mr Quin,' she said, 'isn't there anything we can do? Can't you give us a chance to get the money?'

With only a quick glance at the girl's cleavage, Quin pretended to be deep in thought. His eyes closed as he leaned back in the chair. A bony forefinger tapped his pursed lips. Suddenly, as though an idea had just popped into his head, his eyes opened and he shot upright grinning.

'Well ...' he began, there is something ...'

Becky shifted uneasily on the floor, more in anticipation of Quin's proposal rather than any discomfort. Oh, God, not a blow-job ...

Quin ran a hand over the creases and folds of his chin as though considering an idea. '...I need a cleaner,' he said eventually.

Becky's shoulders slumped in relief. 'What's the rate by the hour, Mr Quin? And how many hours a week are you suggesting?'

Quin sipped his beer. 'For general cleaning ...' he considered, his expression vulpine, fingers brushing his chin again. '... Five quid an hour.'

'Five pounds an hour?' Becky spluttered.

'Well, there you go,' Quin said, face innocent, hands wide at the offer. 'It was just an idea.' He placed the half empty bottle on the carpet by his feet. Half-rising from the chair he said: 'I'll expect you girls out by the end of the week then.' The man's backside hovered six inches from the seat. 'Or,' he added as though the thought had just occurred, 'you could maybe put on a bit of a show while you clean up and I'll up the rate of pay.'

'Show?' Becky asked suspiciously, eyes narrow.

Quin dropped back into his seat. 'Yes, just a little harmless fun.' He pointed a finger at Adele, his eyes hungry. 'Blondie here could work in a bikini.' He heard Adele gasp but carried on. 'And you,' he leered at Becky, 'would look tasty in a little French Maid's outfit. Stockings, shoes ... high heels of course ...' He left the suggestion hanging. It was out there now. They'd either go for it or not.

Following a considerable pause Becky asked: 'What rate?'

'Becky!' Adele gasped. 'No ...'

'Double,' Quin responded.

'Make it twenty pounds an hour ... each,' Becky returned.

'I'll think about it,' Quin replied. 'I'll let you know.'

Becky knew she'd been outflanked. Having Adele display her abundant charms had backfired.

***

Becky checked the address in her notebook against the numbered tile on the red brick gate post.

'He lives here,' she said. 'Quin lives in a fucking palace and has the nerve to say he can't afford ...'

Adele shrugged. 'We owe him the rent,' she said.

The outrage bled from Becky's face at the simple truth of that statement. Her shoulders slumped. 'We've been had,' she muttered, shifting the day-sack on her shoulders. 'Thirty quid an hour between us,' she continued, mumbling to herself. 'And I'm going to be wearing a fucking Halloween costume. How am I meant to do any work in those fucking shoes he wants me to wear?' She pushed open the iron gate and walked up the long drive to the front door, Adele following.

The door swung open without the girls having to ring the bell.

'Right on time,' Quin grinned, showing tombstone teeth. 'Punctuality is a virtue to be admired,' he added, leering at Becky.

'I need somewhere to change,' the girl replied truculently as she stepped past Quin and into the house.

The old man led the pair to a door a few paces inside the entrance hall. 'You can change in here,' he said, eyeing the front of Adele's tee-shirt with a lascivious smirk and eyes that glinted with anticipation. 'In the cloakroom.'

'Posh name for a fucking downstairs lav,' Becky sniffed when the door snicked closed. '"Cloakroom" he says.'

Adele's eyes widened. 'This toilet is twice the size of our bathroom,' she said, awed by the modest, suburban opulence of Quin's detached house.

Becky muttered something unintelligible and dumped the bag from onto the tiled floor. 'Better get on with it,' she continued in a resigned voice as she unzipped the bag.

'Oh my ...' Quin said, his eyes moving over Adele's exposed flesh when she emerged, self-conscious and uncomfortable in a hot-pink bikini. 'And here's the French maid,' he added when Becky appeared. The old man took a long, lingering look at Becky's legs. 'You've got great legs,' he said to the girl as she tottered unsteadily on unfamiliar high heels.

Both women endured the heat of Quin's stare until Becky asked: 'OK, Mr Quin. Where do we start?'

'Eh?' Quin replied. 'Oh,' he said, suddenly remembering the supposed reason for the girl's presence. 'Cleaning?' He waved a vague hand. 'I thought you could get to that a bit later. I mean, if I'm paying by the hour, there's no rush for you two. Is there?' He pointed to a door at the end of the hall. 'Why don't we all just pop into the living room?' Quin turned to regard Becky. 'The kitchen is through there.' A finger pointed to another door. 'Since you're the maid,' he grinned, 'you could fetch us all a nice drink.'

'Becky ...' Adele's voice quivered as, after a long, malevolent look at Quin, her friend tottered towards the kitchen, unsteady in her high shoes.

'I'll be through in a minute,' Becky called. 'Don't worry.'

Quin took up the refrain. 'Yes, my dear,' he said, the Big Bad Wolf convincing Little Red Riding Hood, 'there's nothing to worry about.' Quin smiled unconvincingly, the feral expression more lupine than ever. He pushed open the door to the living room. 'After you,' he invited with a sweep of an arm. Quin watched Adele's plump bottom when the girl moved past him uncertainly, his hand moving to his groin.

The old man was still squeezing himself through his trousers when Adele turned to face him.

'What are you doing?' she asked, aghast. 'Oh, God,' the girl moaned. 'I don't want to be here. This is just ...'

Quin moved into the room. 'I'm sorry ... 'It's ... You're ...' He sighed resignedly. 'I can't help it,' he in a voice thick and treacly with lust. 'Looking at you, so ... so ...' he touched himself again, a low moan escaping from between his lips. 'I'm an old man and it's been such a long time since I've seen a girl as ...' The whine came again. Quin's hand squeezed harder as his desperation grew. 'You're just so delicious.'

He stepped towards Adele. The girl, her eyes widening in fear, stepped back, away from Quin's lecherous advance.

'Don't,' Adele said, her face twisting with anxiety, hands coming up to ward off any attack.

The old man, apparently realising he was scaring the girl, halted.

'I'm sorry,' he repeated, shaking his head as though clearing away the insanity. 'I ... I wouldn't hurt you.'

The pair stared at each other for a long moment, Adele's eyes wary, while Quin's expression told of a primordial yearning. The old man craved youthful, unblemished flesh.

'How old are you?' he croaked, and groaned as though in physical pain at the reply.

'Twenty.'

'Fifty pounds,' Quin said, 'to take your top off ...' he explained, nodding towards Adele. I'll give you fifty pound in cash.'

Quin turned when he heard the voice from behind. 'You're just an old pervert, aren't you?' Becky stood there, a tray balanced on one hand. 'It took me ages to find the fucking tray.' She gave Quin a hard look. 'And when I finally found it I then find you offering my friend money so you can perv at her tits.' Quin swallowed heavily while Becky spoke past him. 'What do you reckon, Adele? You willing to give him a look at your tits for fifty quid?'

'I ... I don't want to,' Adele replied, her hands clasped protectively across her body.

Becky walked into the room. She placed the tray down on a table. 'Vodka,' she said, holding a glass to her friend. 'Take it.' Adele circled around Quin and took the glass. 'Mr Quin?' Becky asked, offering a glass to the old man. 'Now,' she said, swigging at her own drink. 'How much would you pay for me to take my knickers off, Mr Quin? How much to look up my skirt?' The girl looked down, smirking at the irony. 'Not that it's much of a skirt,' she added.

'Keep the stockings and shoes on,' Quin said, his voice cracking. His hand trembled as he swigged at the vodka. 'Keep the little apron on, but take off the skirt and your knickers ...'

Becky's voice was barely audible. 'How much?'

'I've got to ... I need to ... please.' Quin stared at Becky's exposed pudenda when the girl, divested of the clothing Quin had listed, faced him. 'Dear god,' he blurted. 'Smooth, smooth pussy ...' His eyes implored an implacable Becky. 'I want to touch myself,' he whispered, finally.

Becky laughed. 'You mucky old bastard,' she scoffed, her voice filled with derision. 'You'll be wanting pictures next ...' She regarded her friend who still stood, wide-eyed and afraid next to her. 'What do you think, Adele? Shall we watch the perv pull his plonker? Do you reckon he can get it up?'

'Becky ...' Adele whispered, her face shocked. 'It's getting out of hand,' she continued tremulously. 'Cover yourself up. Don't let him look at you like that. It's wrong. It's disgusting.'

'A hundred quid on top of the fifty for me flashing my pussy,' Becky said to Quin. 'And I'll convince her,' she nodded towards Adele,' to take that bikini top off.' A gulp and a nod from Quin and Becky turned to Adele. 'Come on,' she urged. 'You've been topless on holiday before. Everyone saw your tits in Magaluff. Even in the bars at night ... Come on, Adele,' she coaxed softly. 'He'll pay a hundred pounds to look at them ...'

Adele put her empty glass next to Becky's on the table. With her eyes tightly closed, and while Quin, almost salivating, stared at her, Adele reached for the cord at the nape of her neck and pulled the knot loose.

'Fuck ...' Quin gasped, his hand going to his crotch again. 'Beautiful,' he murmured, squeezing.

'You should touch them, Mr Quin,' Becky said, reaching for Adele. 'They feel so good.' She hefted her friend's breasts in her palms. 'So firm and heavy.'

'Stop it ...' Adele admonished with a hiss when Becky jiggled her breasts. 'This has gone far enough. We should just go.'

Ignoring Adele's entreaty, Becky released Adele's tits, leaving the big globes swaying. Quin's expression grew ever more desperate at the sight.

'How much would you pay for me to sit over there ...' Becky indicated a plush leather armchair, '... and open my legs? How much to look at my pussy, Mr Quin? I could play with it if you like. I could make it wet.' She walked to the chair. 'How much to see me touch myself?' The girl sat in the chair. She opened her legs, exposing her vulva. 'There you go, Mr Quin. Now, if you want me to touch it ... How much? And,' she added as she gently stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs. 'How much to let you wank while you watch me play?'

'Becky,' Adele squeaked. 'You can't, you can't let him do ... that. You're acting like a prostitute. Stop it. Let's go. Let's go now.' She bent and picked up her bikini bra.

Quin's eyes bulged, his mouth hung slack, his face took on that stupid, slack look of agonised lust. His fingers clawed at the front of his trousers. Breathing heavily through his mouth Quin stared at the cleft between Becky's legs. He looked toward Adele, the girl standing there, breasts exposed, bikini hanging from her fingers as she too stared, fascinated by the awful scene unfolding in front of her.

'Those tits,' Quin muttered. His gaze fell back to Becky. 'Legs ... Lovely pussy ... Those shoes ...' He massaged his cock again, unable to utter a coherent sentence.

The question was delivered softly: 'How much, Mr Quin?' Becky forced her legs wider, forcing another plaintive groan from Quin when he saw the sticky labia peel apart.

'Two weeks rent,' he sighed.'

'A month. It'll cost a month's rent for a nasty, dirty-minded pervert like you to watch a sweet thing like me fingering myself.' Becky's chin jutted towards Quin as he stood three feet from her, his eyes hungry with his desperation. 'And if you're going to play with your disgusting old cock ... Hurry up and get it out. Do it.'

Quin's fingers scrabbled at the belt, trembling as he unzipped his trousers. Becky snorted a laugh when the old man's trousers fell to his ankles and revealed a pair of hairy, skinny legs, so white they were almost blue.

When Quin pulled the baggy boxer shorts to his knees it was Adele let out a great gasp of surprise.

'That's huge!' she cried, her hands going to her mouth. 'Look at the size of it.' She looked at her friend in the chair.

Becky's legs snapped closed. She pulled herself upright, hands gripping the chair arms. 'bloody hell,' she blurted. 'bloody fucking hell!'

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We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together. I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My...

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Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 12

Peggy Sanford stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel. As she walked across the lobby she noticed several males obviously checking her out. She smiled to herself as she walked across the long spacious lobby. It always pleased Peggy that she could still attract such attention. Not that she should be surprised, for a married mother of two in her late forties, Peggy was still a very beautiful woman. Her long brown hair framed a face that belied her age,...

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It was the summer before my second year of high school when I got a call from Darci Smith asking me to meet her at the high school the next day to help her clean out the costume room. Now Darci is the drama club teacher and the art teacher. Every guy in the school wants to fuck her and masterbates to her. Darci is in her early thirties, married, and looks like she is still twenty one. She has nice mid size tits, a fine ass, big blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a pert little hard body and...

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Mr Forrester

"There's a man here to see you, Mr. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force." Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." "Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." "What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk. "Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two...

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Stepford Househusbands Chapters 13

Chapter 1 Stephen sighed as he watched the world go by. "I still don't see why we have to move," he told his wife as he turned to look at her. "Because honey, the company is opening a new store in Stepford and they asked me to run it," Emily replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "Besides, the offer was too good to turn down and the house came as part of the job," Emily continued. "I'd thought that you'd be proud of me," she added. "And I am. Really," Stephen added as his wife...

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The Foremans Foreskin

I had been working in the construction industry a week when the foreman called me to his office. As I made my way over I wondered what I could have done wrong. As it had gone clocking off time I was annoyed that the meeting would be eating in to my free time. 'Aah, come in.' he said as I stepped through the door. 'Have a seat.' His office was much neater than I thought it would be. As I looked around the room I noticed that there were no girlie pictures like I had seen plastered up everywhere...

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The CollectorChapter 2 Welcome to Chelmsford Hall

Mary Pilson knew that her ‘uncle’ Walter was grooming her. ‘Uncle’ was a silly term that Mary’s mother used to describe the men who moved into their home to take advantage. Mary had no time for her uncles; she saw them for what they were, parasites and users. Mary’s mother could hardly make ends meet working as an usherette at the local cinema. Her good looks, curvy body and long legs ensured that she was well tipped by the male customers but she also attracted the sharks. Mary mostly...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess8e18 Sylvia Distin 55 from Chelmsford

We’re cruising along a wide and quiet suburban street. Green lawns stretch back from the pavement to the nice semi-detached homes. There’s a slim woman walking a large dog along the side of the road, and we pan around to look at her as we pass – it’s no-one we know, but we kind of wish we did! Then we’re looking forward again – seeing an intersection infront of us ... Then pulling up, looking out of the side window right at a single story, flat-roofed building. A sign outside reads,...

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A WellLived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 9 A Trip to Milford Part I

September 1981, Milford, Ohio Friday was routine until lunchtime. Afternoon classes had been canceled for both Elyse and me because of the Labor Day weekend, so I drove back to the apartment instead of having lunch on campus. Elyse and I packed our overnight bags and waited for Kathy and Bethany, who arrived as planned, and we left Chicago just before 4:00pm. It was my goal to make the trip to Milford in just under five and a half hours, which I could do if we grabbed fast food on the way...

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Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 13

It was the electronic chirp of a cellphone text message that first stirred Peggy Sanford from a state of excessive alcohol and strenuous sexual activity induced sleep to a state of semi-conscious awareness. The first thing she recognized was that she was not the only one lying in the bed. She felt the warm embrace of a delicate arm draped across her chest, a set of soft full breasts pressing up against her back, a smooth hairless pelvis nuzzled up against her buttocks and a tone fit leg...

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Further Tales of Peggy Sanford Ch 01

Author’s Note: These stories are a continuation of member/author Walterio’s excellent 12 part series, Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman and his extra story Peggy Sanford and the Secret Society. After I read his stories all I could think was ‘That was hot! I wish I was her.’ Walterio wrote these in response to member/author Peggy46’s invitation to anyone to continue or add to the stories that she wrote about herself and her wild sex life. I tried to fill in enough background information to make this...

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Earths CoreChapter 36 Formations

“Thank you ... Zax”. A middle aged woman with a combed black hair and a bit of weight around her waist walked toward him with hands down and holding one another. “You shouldn’t, Mrs. Inoki “. Zax shook his head. The woman was the mother of his childhood friends, Weysey Inoki. Mrs. Inoki came to stand beside him, but her view was on the large group of children having the time of their life fighting the living snowmen. “Our home is at the periphery of us, newcomers’ huts. The hut next to us...

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The Mighty Quinn

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 1

Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake. "Mike?" she called. "Yeah?" her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a pretty sight?" he said. "Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," she said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid-section, his flaccid...

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CynthiaChapter 15 Bradford

Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...

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Adventures of a Greenie Off Planet Vol 2Chapter 27 Forbidden Forrest

Lamax system was only 61 lightyears distant to Faysummit system. Meaning the superfast Colt reached Faysummit only 136 minutes. Roy was getting more anxious by the moment. The closer he got the more he felt convinced that his mother was close and that she was in great peril. The Colt was brand-new and by law, it was his ship. The Phantasian who piloted the ride was an employee or more precise a contractor. Tanya was right, this passenger cabin was not big enough for Partner, but then this...

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Being a slut Thetford forest

This is a true story and happened recently. I am bi and enjoy sucking and being sucked by guys occasionally. But on the odd occasion I het so horny that I need fucking. A couple of weeks ago it was early evening and I found myself heading to a cruising spot where I have met guys before. I parked up in a layby. it was stil light, and it was quiet. Eventually a white van came slowly driving by, as he passed I flashed my indicators a few times. He pessed his break lights a few times and we had an...

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A Patron of the Arts Part One Quinn

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Brian and the Living Mannequin

Pleased with her achievement on Stephanie, the mischievous little lust fairy Arianna had her sights set on a department store manager at the name of Brian, who was in his mid-twenties and had lost hope finding love.  Arianna had stolen a pocket pussy from a local sex toy shop and brought it to life with her magic.  She sent it out in the middle of the night to sneak into the store.“Go my new pet.  Show Brain the time of his life.”  Arianna giggled as she flew off into the night.The pocket pussy...

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Brian and the Living Mannequin

Pleased with her achievement on Stephanie, the mischievous little lust fairy Arianna had her sights set on a department store manager at the name of Brian, who was in his mid-twenties and had lost hope finding love.  Arianna had stolen a pocket pussy from a local sex toy shop and brought it to life with her magic.  She sent it out in the middle of the night to sneak into the store.“Go my new pet.  Show Brain the time of his life.”  Arianna giggled as she flew off into the night.The pocket pussy...

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Brian and the Living Mannequin

Pleased with her achievement on Stephanie, the mischievous little lust fairy Arianna had her sights set on a department store manager at the name of Brian, who was in his mid-twenties and had lost hope finding love. Arianna had stolen a pocket pussy from a local sex toy shop and brought it to life with her magic. She sent it out in the middle of the night to sneak into the store.“Go my new pet. Show Brain the time of his life.” Arianna giggled as she flew off into the night.The pocket pussy...

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A white rich bitch falls for a well endowed black forklift operator who works at one of her husband8217s warehouses

Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won’t believe this and normally I wouldn’t admit to it, but I am Otis’ cock slave. There really isn’t any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband’s warehouses. This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS11 E02 Chelsea Ferguson 34 from Chelmsford

This week, we start the show with establishing shots of the most boring suburban estate you could ever hope to see. Lots of ‘nice’ double story semi-detached homes, each with their own little square of grass and concrete driveway out front, separated from the public footpath by low brick walls. We can see a chunky, out of breath looking man walking along the street toward us, perky, elegant and mean-looking Doberman by his side ... This week’s host – the love-him-or-hate-him Cockney geezer –...

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Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman Ch 01

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Businessman is Forcibily Transformed Into a Sissy

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 2

and shorts; his cock and balls swaying in front of him. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol's silky cunt-hair, flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their view. Then she stuck her tongue up inside it. Carol groaned happily and bucked her hips. John was standing over them now, stroking his thick cock while he gazed dreamily down at his sister's inviting pussy. Pushing a finger back up inside Carol's dewy cunt, Mary explored its...

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 3

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It8217s Not Just Love Making 8211 The Foremost Foreplays

Hello Everyone This is pradeep back again with the continuation of my first submission(IT’s NOT JUST LOVE MAKING),And people who does not read my first story please I request you to read my previous submission which was the first part,so that you can have a great brief introduction of the my story which im gonna share you all. So to say about me,I am Pradeep (Name Changed),From (Vadapalani) Chennai.Iam 21 years old and i am living in a private home.I am 5.9 with athlete body and average in...

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I was young for my post but I had been doing it as a deputy it for several years with the old sheriff's forester. My father was a baron but I was only a younger son so I was not going to inherit. I carried the heavy stag into kitchen and ignored the quiet that fell. I shifted it off my shoulder and onto the large butcher table, "I took this from a poacher Anna." She wiped her hands as she crossed the kitchen, "how long..." I snorted as headed into the Keep, "a half day." When I...

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A WellLived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 10 A Trip to Milford Part II

September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...

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Beat the Forfeit

The studio lights go up, the audience cheers and applauds. Max Weinman, the slick studio host, launches into his well-rehearsed patter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to another game of Beat the Forfeit. As always, we have two couples competing for tonight's jackpot of one hundred thousand pounds. First, in the studio, we have Jim and Russell. Let's meet them." Two men stand behind smart game-show lecterns each displaying a score of zero. Max touches the collar of his open necked shirt, tugs...

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Mannequin

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Positive Reinforcement

Lisa's head swam. She was so damn horny it was difficult for her to think straight. Every inch of her skin felt alive and sensitive. Her puffy and extended nipples even more so. Her cock ached with pleasure even as permanently limp as it now was. Even her balls, shriveled and atrophied as they now were, also ached with pleasure. Her ass was even worse. It felt empty now that Master Carl had removed the plug. Not that the plug helped much with that horniness. Oh, it filled her up...

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