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For those who've been kind enough to ask, anther story of Simon's bar. This story may be posted to any free site. Saturday Night at Magees by Ellie Dauber copyright 1999 It was a busy night at Magees. Saturday is always a busy night for a bar. People want to be with other people. They can relax because they don't have to go to work the next day. For some, it's the chance to be with friends. Others are doing the preliminaries of meeing and mating. A few just like to drink. This Saturday, though, it seemed busier than ususal. Sally, Simon's main waitress had to do the work of two, since it was the bar's first day without Mandy. Mandy was Simon's junior waitress. A short, friendly red-head with the uncanny knack of getting just about every guy in the place to think of her as his kid sister. Her husband, Rick, had come back Wednesday from a three year stint in the Aleutians with the Navy. He wanted something warmer after that experience. So, following a wild, happy going-away party here at the bar (thrown by Simon, of course), he and Mandy had done just that. They'd moved back to Rick's hometown, San Antonio, where he already had a job as an electronics technician waiting for him. The problem was that Rick had come back six weeks early, and Simon hadn't had time to hire even a temporary replacement. Sally tried hard, even cut back on her flirting with the customers a little in the interest of time. But she couldn't quite be in three places at once. Simon had filled in for a while. Then Dr. Fran offered to take over, while Simon helped Matt at the bar. Fran was a GP, new to the neighborhood, but already well liked. Her office was over in the shopping center a half mile or so from Magees. She admitted a while back that she worked her way through college as a waitress. She didn't say where, but a few of the regulars had a private bet that her boss was a guy named Hefner. She's in her, well, I won't say how old, but she still looks damn good. Simon thinks so, too, but that's a whole different story. Dr. Fran had come in about 8. She knew aboutMandy leaving. Heck, she'd been at the going away party. When she saw how busy it was, she asked Sally for a pad and took her own order. Then she just started on some of the other tables. With an extra bartender and a substitute waitress in place, things settled down to their usual Saturday night chaos. There was a fairly involved discussion at one section of the bar about the current pennant race, and a few die-hards were even talking about a subway series in New York. A couple feet away, some other folks were arguing about the upcoming Senate race in that state. The two conversations were close enough that a couple of guys seemed to be in both discussions. The tables were as crowded as the bar. Besides the usual suspects, I spotted some folks just out from the cineplex a block or two away, three guys on their way home from their jobs with a movers, and Vic and Betty Cantrell. Vick and Betty lived somewhere in the neighborhood. He was a salesman for some big company, but he'd been downsized a couple of months ago and hadn't been able to find a job since. They'd been getting by on savings and odd jobs, so it was something of a surprise to see them in Magees. ***** "I don't know why I let you drag me here," Vic said. "I can hardly afford to buy myself something to drink. Let alone waste money on you." "Oh, Vic, come on," Betty said, trying to change the subject. "We haven't gone out in quite a while. I thought it would be a nice change." "You thought? Oh, that's just swell." He stopped and looked up as Fran came to the table. She was a doctor, worked longer hours than he had. But she still had the time to fix herself up to look pretty. Not like this doudy old lady he was stuck with. "Hi, Betty, Vic," Fran smiled. "I haven't seen you two in here for a while." "I --" Vic didn't want to admit that he's lost his job. "We've been busy," Betty chimed in, trying to save face." "I can tell her," Vic growled. "We've been kind of busy lately." "Well, I'm glad to see you again. What'll you two have?" "A pitcher of Bud, please," Betty said. Fran nodded and walked away. "A pitcher?" Vic said. "And whos' going to pay for it?" "I will. Cousin Maggie just sent me the money I loaned her last year when they came to visit, and their car broke down." "How much?" "$127.50 You remember. It was some kind of hose that needed replacement. They were on the way home, and they were short of cash." "If they sent back the money _we_ loaned them, you should told me." "I just got the check yesterday, Vic. I cashed it and put most of the money in the bank. I just kept out a little to spend on us tonight. I was going to tell you. Honest I was." "Going doesn't cut it. You get any more money, you tell me right away." "That's the other easn that I wanted to come her, Vic. I -- I wanted to ask you something." "What? Somebody else send us money you didn't tell me about?" "No, but I know that we do need the money till you can get another job." "I'm looking. Nobody seems to be hiring right now." "Mr. Casey is hiring." "Casey. Who's Casey?" "Mr. Casey at Alden's Market." "What does a supermarket need with a salesman?" "It doesn't. But he does need -- well, Vic, he -- he asked if I'd be interested in working as a cashier. The money isn't very good, but -" "No!" "But why? We do need the money." "I'm the husband. Earing the money is _my_ job. You think I'm going to stay home because you can get a jib, and I can't?" "But I'd only take it to help out. And I promise to quit the day you find something." "You make it sound like you don't expect me to." "No, please, no, Vic. I'm sure that you'll find something very soon. I just thought --" "You thought! Who told you you could think? If we have to depend on you and your thinking to keep us going, we'll be in the poor house inside of six months." "But we need the money." "I'll tell you what we need, you stupid cow." He raised his hand as if to hit her. He never did, but it was satisfying to him to watch her cower as if he would. Only this time, when he raised his hand, someone grabbed his wrist and held it. Vic turned to see who it was. "What you need is to come into the back room with me," Simon said. You are disturbing my friends here in the bar." He said it softly, but there was an undertone that made it clear to both Vic and Betty that this was an order, not a request. The couple stood. Fran was just bringing the beer. Simon turned to her and said, "Thank you, Fran, but the Cantrells are just leaving. Please give the pitcher back to Matt." Fran turned and headed back to the bar. Simon motioned towards the hallway to his back room. "Over you please, Betty, Vic." Again, it seemed like an order that they felt compelled to obey. They followed Simon to the back room. He had a desk against one wall. He offered Betty the chair near it, sat down on a crate, and motioned for Vic to do the same. "Now, what was all of that commotion about?" Simon said. "None of your damned business," Vic answered. "Everything that goes on in my establishment is my business. Especially when it disrupts the mood of my friends." "I -- I asked Vic if I could get a job," Betty said. "I'm afraid that he didn't like the idea." "He should," Simon said. "He's been out of work for quite a while, and I doubt that his unemployment checks will cover all your expenses." Vic lept to his feet. "That's it, Betty! What have you been doing? Spreading out our dirty linen for the whole world to see. I told you I didn't want anybody to know." "She did not tell me, Vic. I like to know what's happening in the lives of my friends, and I counted you among that group until tonight. I make it a point to _know_." "Stupid woman still had no business talking." He sat down giving Betty a scowl that meant there would be trouble later. "I was just -- I was just trying to help," Betty said, and she began to cry. "Of all the stupid," Vic said. "Stop crying, you dumb woman." Betty looked up at Vic and just began to cry harder. Vic raised his hand again, and she shuttered. She tried, but her crying didn't stop. Simon rose to his feet. "You have gravely harmed this woman; broken her --" "I never hit her!" "Not her body, perhaps, but you have broken her spirit. She has lost her free will and is as dependent on you for the emotional support you are unwilling to give." "She's my wife. She's supposed to take care of me." "Marriage is a partnership. Each must help the other bear the troubles life may cast at them." During this exchange, Betty had continued to just sit in the chair staring wide-eyed at the two men. Now she began to sob, softly at first. Then the crying grew fiercer until her entire body seemed to be shedding the pain. Simon looked at her for a moment, then turned to Vic. Vic glared at Simon. "What am I supposed to do," he said. "You're the one who made her cry like that." "Then, I should be the one who comforts her," Simon said. He turned and gently helped Betty to stand. Then he put his arms around her, letting her head fall onto his shoulder. He hugged her cafefully, muttering some words that she couldn't begin to understand in her ear. A strange, somehow comforting warmth seemed to spread through Betty's body. She still felt the hurt of Vic's words, but more and more it was as if those were memories of a story, not of her own life. She turned her head to look at Vic. Somehow, he seemed older than she remembered. Vic stared in disbelief. Betty seemed to be getting younger. The grey was disappearing from her hair, the lines from her face. In a few moments, they was gone. She seemed a little thinner now, looking like she was in her early twenties. There was an odd expression on her face, too, as if she wasn't upset any more and didn't know why. He wanted to move closer for a better look, but his body refused to move. Betty got even younger. She looked the way she had when she and Vic had met in college. Damn, he'd forgotten how beautiful she had been. Why the hell had she let herself go like she had? She must have known how much he disliked her looking like she had been. As Vic watched, Betty continued to grow younger. Now she looked as if she were in her teens. She was smaller, too. Her head was resting on Simon's chest, rather than his shoulder. There were some freckles on her face now, and a curious expression. She didn't seem to know who he was. Her clothes, strangely enough, continued to fit, shrinking even as her body did. Her bra adjusted as her breasts grew smaller. The heels on her shoes became smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing as the shoes became a pair of flat sandals. Betty felt her body body relax as it continued to shrink. Something had been bothering her, but she couldn't remember what. Maybe that man there, whoever he was. He seemed familiar, but she wasn't really sure. By now, Betty was no more than twelve. Her womanly curves diminishing. Her breasts now gradually disappearing back into her chest. Her body became more angular. Her now unnecessary brassiere changed under her blouse to a girl's t-shirt. Her panty hose thickened into a pair of "Little Miss" tights. She still held herself close to Simon's body, though her once supple arms were now scarely able to reach all the way behind him. Simon reached down and picked up the now eight year old girl. She continued to hold him, now hugging him around the neck. Her hair was now arranging itself into two pigtails. Somehow, they had little pink ribbons tied into bows at the end. The process continued for a minute or so more. Betty's body plumped a bit as some of her baby fat returned. She blinked her eyes, then closed them. She was now a five year old sleeping peacefully in Simon's arms. Suddenly, Vic realized that he could move again. "Great," he said. "Now I've got a kid to worry about instead of a wife." "It would seem so," Simon said. "And at her young age, you will have to take care of her instead of demanding that she take care of you." "But I don't know anything about taking care of young kids. That's a mother's job." Simon smiled. He had hoped that would be the man's reaction. "I'm sure that you can make the necessary adjustment." Vic took another step then found that he was trapped within some sort of circle of light that had formed around him. Simon shifted Betty, freeing his one arm. He said something in a strange language and began to gesture with his free hand. As he did, a _something_ formed in his hand, a shimmer like the air over a concrete road in the hot sun. Simon stopped speaking and held his hand traight out. The _something_ pulsed an electric green and flew from his hand toward Vic. It passed through the wall of light that held him prisoner, hit him in the chest, then sank down into his body. Vic clutched at his chest not knowing what to expect. He felt the _whatever-it-was_ as awarmth inside him, a warmth that seemed to grow outward, flowing to all parts of his body. He took his hamds away from his chest and looked at them. They seemed to be growing smaller. His fingers getting longer and slimmer. As he stared, he noticed that his nails also seemed to be growing. He looked up. The room was growing bigger. No, he realized suddenly, he was shrinking. He shuddered, expecting to repeat what Betty had just gone through. He wasn't ready to become a five-year old again. But the process stopped after a few seconds. He was only perhaps a foot smaller than he had been. He looked down at his body now. He was much slimmer than he had been. He had never been a Schwarzenegger, but now he looked like a damned scarecrow. Hisarms were like pipecleaners sticking out of the sleeves of his sport shirt. Somehow, though, his clothes did still fit him. As he stared at his arms, he realized that he had lost his body hair -- at least what he could see. His arms were hairless and pale. Then they began to grow a bit more rounded, as if a layer of fat was forming beneath them. He saw two small mounds growing out from his chest. Breasts! They couldn't be. But they were. He touched them, feeling the sensitive nipples through his shirt. They grew and grew, pushing out his shirt so that he could actually see his bare stomach. He shook his head in disbelief. Something bushed against his neck then moved down onto his back. A hand shot up. Hair! His hair had grown down onto his shoulders. He felt a contricting at his waist. He looked down to see the beer belly that he'd nurtured during his unemployment shrink away. His waist grew thin enough that he could see his boxer shorts in the space between his stomach and his pants. The pants should have fallen as his waist shrank. They did slide down some, but were stopped as his hips expanded and his butt firmed and rounded. The pants legs became narrower, then they seemed to fill as his legs grew round and curvy. Vic realized that he was somehow becoming a female. He panicked and reached down into his shorts for his penis. It was there but much smaller. And shrinking more even as he tried to hold onto it. His other hand reached down for his balls. They were gone. He could somehow feel them moving up into his body, becoming part of a woman's sexuality. The empty sack grew tighter. It shrank down against his crotch, separating as an opening formed in the middle to become his vaginal lips. He felt the nub that his penis had become slip down into the opening to become his clitoris. He was a woman. Now his saw his clothing change. His sneakers turned a pale pink. His pants turned into jeans of a matching color and a feminine cut, tight against his new crotch and accenting his lush hips and rounded ass. His sport shirt also turned pink. Scalloped sleeves formed. The neckline grew until the curve at the top of his new breasts could be seen. He felt some sort of movement on those breasts and realized that he was now wearing a bra. He couldn't see it happen, but his boxers had also transformed into a pair of lacy panties. "You should know what you are now, _Vickie_," Simon said. The air shimmered in front of him and became a sort of mirror. He saw a pretty young woman, perhaps 25 though probably younger. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail that went halfway down her back. Her make- up (Make-up! When had that happened?) was subtle, eyeliner and mascara to give a doelike quality to her eyes, a bit of rouge on her cheeks and a pale pink lipstick. Her eyebrows were arched slits; her lips rather full. She looked nothing at all like Vic Cantrell. "What did you ---" Vic stopped. She didn't sound like Vic either. Her voice was a pleasant contralto, rather than his beery baritone. "You said that a child needed a mother to take care of her," Simon said. "Since you're her only relative in this new life of hers, I gave you the job." "And if I don't want it?" "You don't have the choice. Vic and Betty Cantrell no longer exist. You remember who you were, but Betty doesn't. As far as she's concerned, she's Betsy Carver, and you're her Mommy." "Yeah, right." "As I said, you have no choice. Tell me your names." "I'm Vickie Carver. No, I mean Vickie Carver. Carver. Carver. And that's my daughter, my daughter -- damn you, Simon! -- my daughter, Betsy." "That's right. You know who you were, and given time, you'll know _what_ you were. But he's gone, and I'm the only one that you can talk to about him. You'll find that you also have a very strong sense, almost a compulsion, of obligation to little Betsy here. You want to be the best mother possible to her." "And how do I do that? I don't know the first thing about being a woman, let alone a mother. And how do we live if I don't have a job? At least as Vic, I was still on unemployment." "You'll find that the knowledge is there. Being a woman is a lot like being a man. Do your job, try not to hurt anyone, love, laugh; it's all the same. The specifics for make-up and dresses and heels you'll find that you also have." "Now," he continued. "As far as a job. Have you ever waited tables?" "No, but it doesn't look that hard." "It isn't. Sally can show you the ropes in no time, especially with Fran helping tonight." "What!" "You need a job. I need a waitress. Fran -- Dr. Fran cannot give up her practice, just to help me take care of my customers." "If you were so hard up, why couldn't you have hired me as Vic? Then I wouldn't be in this new body." "Vic was one type of person that I'm allowed to discriminate in my hiring practices, a rotten human being and a wife-beater." "I never raised a hand to her." "A blow to the spirit can do more damage and take longer to heal than one to the mind. You excelled in such blows. But now the damage is gone, and there are no scars because there is no memory of her former life." "You mean she thinks she's a little girl." "She _is_ a little girl. Her child's mind had no place for the memories of an adult, so they have left her mind." Simon paused. "Left her mind for your own." Suddenly, Vic's mind was filled with images of the past: Betty growing up, going to college, meeting him. He remembered their courtship, seeing it now from her point of view. He felt the love grow within her and felt the joy when he asked her to marry him. Then came the terror. Vic had not handled married life very well. He became frustrated at his life at home, the limitations of having to suport two people on a single salary. At work, the promotions and recognition he sought never came fast enough. And he took out all of that on Betty. He never had never raised a hand to her. But he had belittled and berated her at every opportunity and for things that were hardly her fault. She was a good wife, and she loved him. She -- oh, Lord -- she blamed herself for what he was doing to her. She lost what drive she had had and settled for a mediocrity and self-loathing that she did not deserve. Most horrible of all was the number of times that she had thought, not of saving herself by leaving him, but of punishing herself one ultimate time by suicide. The shock of what Vic, now Vickie, remembered was too much. She sank down into a chair and sobbed. Vickie's crying was not loud, but it was enough. The small child awoke and squirmed in Simon's arms. "Mommy," she said. Simon gently put her down. Betsy ran over to the person she now knew as her mother. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said, hugging the transformed man. Simon smiled. "It's all right, Betsy. Your Mommy's crying because she's happy." "Who are you, Mr.?" "My name is Simon, and I've just given your Mommy as job as my new waitress. Isn't that right, Vickie?" Vic, Vickie looked up. "You mean it, Simon. You'll give me that chance after what I did?" "Vickie, _you_ didn't do anything. The person who did those things is buried within you, imprisoned my his own remorse for what he now realizes he had unknowingly done." Betsy yawned deeply and let go of her mother. She climbed up onto Simon's empty chair, curled up, and tried to fall asleep. "Now, as to the little one," Simon said. "I have a cot in my store room where she can sleep for now. You're welcome to it as well after we close." "I have a place." "No, the Cantrells _had_ a place. They're gone. If you wish, I can arrange for you to take over their lease." "No. Somehow I get the feeling that if I'm starting over, I should start clean." "I agree. I also happen to know that there's a small apartment available in Joe Lander's building. I'll pay the first month's rent, and you can pay me back out of your wages. I also suggest that you talk to his wife. She's a lovely lady, who's always happy to baby-sit a small child, especially since their own granddaughters live out on the West Coast. You should have no trouble arranging for her to watch Betsy when you're working here." "Thank you, Simon. I really don't deserve your kindness." "Perhaps not, but Betsy does. I'll give you a few minutes to settle her in the cot. You can put your suitcase there as well." "Suitcase?" Vickie looked down to see a large brown suitcase on the floor next to her. A woman's purse -- her purse, she somehow knew -- was atop the suitcase. "Certainly. You'll need toiletries and a change of clothes for yourself and Betsy for tomorrow. The rest of your luggage is in a locker at the bus station. Matt, my bartender, can go down with you to get it tomorrow. The locker key is in your purse." Vickie leaned over and kissed Simon on the cheek. She surprised herself by doing so, but somehow it had seemed the right thing to do. She picked up Betsy, who was almost asleep in the chair, and followed Simon to the storeroom and on into her new life. FINIS

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PART 1I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Lisa dressing for our date night. We planned on going out to eat at a nice restaurant then going to the club for some dancing and drinks. I watched as Lisa went into our walk in closet and came out with a black leather mini skirt. Ooooh, I was beginning to enjoy this. She wrapped it around her waist and fastened it at the top. Nothing else kept it. She had not put on any underwear, which whenever we went out dancing she never wore any panties...

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Saturday night escapades 3

During the course of the next week, Jess got a raise and suggested that rather than just coming over to my place, we go out and celebrate her raise with a Saturday night out (though not the whole night, because what would be the fun in that?). I proposed we go to a combination bar/restaurant/dance club about a half hour from my apartment that we hadn’t been to in at least a couple years (might have even been over three years, we couldn’t really remember). It’s actually a pretty decent...

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Saturday Night Sunday Morning

I’m Doug the husband. I coach division one college baseball for a University located on the west coast of Florida, I’m not saying which one but you’ll probably know after reading my story. I’m married to my beautiful wife Sandy. Both she and I turned thirty last summer. I never thought I could fall in love at first sight but with Sandy that was the case. She had a body that most women would die for. At five foot four her tiny waist and hip’s only accentuated her luscious 34c breasts. Her long...

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Saturday Night at the Wallflowers Ball

July was coming to a close in the summer of 1956, and I had been hard at work from sunrise to sundown. I was now an experienced caddy over at Shennecossett Golf Club and on the A list of escorts for the Saturday dances at the Griswold Hotel. A list escorts had an open invitation to work at every Saturday dance. It paid $10.00 for the evening, and involved dancing and talking with the female guests at the Hotel. The escorts referred to the Saturday dances as the Wallflowers Ball. Popular wisdom...

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Saturday strapon date night for my sissy

Every Saturday night I bend hubby over,lube up his ass/pussy,insert a butt plug,and start out with his punishment.The slapper is used 1st,It makes such a nice sound,slowly marking his white ass.I push on his plug,pulling it out,and back in until he is moaning.Next I use a crop to highlight the red in his rosy cheeks,Swat swat swat,Ohhh the sound of the crop swishing through the air hitting his crimson ass,I am In heaven.Finally,a ol fashioned thick wood paddle is used until the cheeks start to...

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A Nightmare on Elm Street invades Hollywood Freddy Kruegers Sexual Nightmares of female celebrities

Freddy was real there was never no movie, He was restless he hated that he had thought that revenge would feel better once he did so, but it did little to ease his wicked mind, however the dream demons had told him that the Elm Street sign was going to be planted in Hollywood, and that he could invaded the dreams of any eighteen year old and older celebrity in Hollywood, however Freddy was not allowed to kill any female celebrity, and also that his premiere purpose was to sexual own Any female...

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Saturday Night Domination

I woke up last Saturday morning to find my beautiful girl Chrissy lying naked asleep next to me, I kissed her sweet lips tenderly and cuddled up to her whilst thinking how lucky I am to have her... Little did I know, later that day she was going to show exactly how much she owns me!After half an hour of watching my sleeping beauty, she began to wake, smiling at me as she opened her heavy eyes and kissing me 'good morning'.We spent the next hour or so doing as we normally do every Saturday...

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Saturday Night

It was early morning.  My grandparents made breakfast and to tell you the truth it was really good, better than what we have back home.  I kept eating and thinking about Friday Night.  Was it wrong for me to do that, I was just insane to go that far, I could of cleaned myself up, but instead Dean asked me to clean it up for me, why did I let him do this.  I spaced out completely.  Then my brother arrives from his morning shower and sits at the table. Grandma "Ok, dear, here you go, fresh bacon...

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Saturday Night Escapades 5

Quick warning: As with the last story this has an “icky” part. Not my cup of tea, and it is just coincidence that it happened in two straight weeks. I include it because it is what actually happened, but it’s really not important to the story and I do give a warning before it comes up, so feel free to skip it if you like. Following our long weekend together, Jess and I got back to our traditional one-night hook-ups. We didn’t really make any plans during the week, just for Jess to...

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A Night With Knight

A night with Knight by Ronde To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Our chat last night I enjoyed our chat last night. Think the other guys did too, if their comments were any basis to judge by. Bet you got a lot of offers after I left the room, but hope I’m the only one who got your email address. Sorry that your husband doesn’t have much time for you anymore. You sound like a beautiful lady, and beautiful ladies should never be ignored. Wish I could do something to make you...

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Saturday Night at the Pavilion

Sean Reynolds sat on the edge of the bed, with only a white bath towel draped across his lap to protect his modesty — a modesty that was in serious danger from the sight only a dozen or so feet away. Short of closing his eyes, it would’ve been impossible for the twenty-one year old redhead not to see the woman in whose name the motel room had been registered. She had, after all, left the door to the bathroom wide open, just so he could watch her. Clad in a pair of black panties and a matching...

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Saturday Night Fever bimale first time

Recently a fraternity brother of mine and I decided to check out a bar across town. We had already had a few beers when I spotted this really attractive woman who had settled onto a bar stool just a few seats down from us. She appeared to be in her early thirties and was really hot. Blonde wavy hair that fell just to her shoulders, nice chest, and a short skirt which really showed off her tanned and toned legs.Tim and I both took notice of what a total package she was. I didn't think either of...

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Saturday Night Seduction

I was only 23 when I first moved to New York in 1978. It was a great time for me. I hit the ground running and relished the fact that I was living there. Being young and new I was up for anything and that was exactly the right attitude to have to make the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper East Side and was earning a good salary for the time. I had plenty to do and lots of girlfriends. New York girls at the time (who knows? maybe still) were just as horny as the guys, as...

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Saturday Night Seduction

Being young and new I was up for anything, and that was exactly the right attitude to have to make the most of living in Manhattan. I had a studio on the Upper East Side and was earning a good salary. I had plenty to do and lots of girlfriends. New York girls at the time (who knows? maybe still) were just as horny as the guys, as far as I could tell. There were plenty of times I would hook up with a girl I'd just met in my local bar that night and have a couple of weeks together and then...

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Tonights the Night1

If it turns out that my words suit your palette, then do leave a comment; letting me know if I should continue, this sordid little fantasy. _ _ _ He arrived to discover her front door just slightly ajar, exactly as how she had told him it would be on this particular night. His instincts told him ever still, to knock, call out, but he pushed the thought away, and ever so quietly through the door he went. Once inside, closing it behind him and securing the lock in place. Now it...

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Tonights the Night0

If it turns out that my words suit your palette, then do leave a comment; letting me know if I should continue, this sordid little fantasy. _ _ _ He arrived to discover her front door just slightly ajar, exactly as how she had told him it would be on this particular night. His instincts told him ever still, to knock, call out, but he pushed the thought away, and ever so quietly through the door he went. Once inside, closing it behind him and securing the lock in place. Now it...

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Saturday Night School pt1 loyalsock

As Charlie Tucker pulled into the parking lot of the school, he wondered, as he often did on Saturdays, what other seniors did on their Saturday nights. Was he missing out on anything that he would later regret? Wild parties, like in the movies, where parents were out of town and everything was chaos? Or were those types of parties just fiction, and everyone was sitting at home on their computers or binging on TV?He had two juniors assisting in the AV room, Dinesh and Michael, and those two had...

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Saturday Night

Copyright© Arthur Shadwe, 2005 There wasn't much that people could say about Phil that was based on real knowledge about the man. At work, he kept to himself and didn't talk much. Gossip, jokes, and sessions by the water cooler were not his style. His neighbors were lucky if they knew as much about him as his co-workers. He left for work at the same time every morning and returned from work every evening, occasionally carrying a bag of groceries. Once home, he didn't leave his apartment...

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Saturday Night Special

Saturday night could not come soon enough for Amanda. For three weeks, she wanted to return to Max's playroom. The experience there made her yearn to return. The thought of being a submissive aroused her. Max was a good man who Amanda wanted to dominate her. Amanda and I finished supper and looked for something to do. Max called me earlier and asked, "Would Amanda and I come over?" I said, "Sure." I did not tell Amanda. I knew she wanted a return trip to the playroom. Amanda was a wild...

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Saturday night at a hotel

My parents had arrived back from there 2 week vacation and were both back at work. My holiday was finally over although it was still 3 weeks till actual varsity started. Jessica and I were completely broken up and not talking to each other. Caitlyn's boyfriend, James, had returned therefore it was hard to see her. I was talking a lot to my ex Cassi and she was always keen to meet up. After a discussion and a number of messages we agreed to book into a hotel room for a Saturday. The Friday night...

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Saturday 5 pm

Sat 8:15 pm Sat 5:15 pm Testing the knot at my right wrist, I find it firm, with no give.? Then I flex my muscles, and give the restraint a solid pull.? It only gets tighter.? I grunt with satisfaction, and then systematically try the other wrist, and both ankles.? None slip or give at all.? She did an excellent job of studying the knots, and tying me in a way that keeps my arms and legs taught.? The ball gag in my mouth makes my jaws ache lightly, and I am drooling down my chin,...

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Saturday night in Newcastle

Gonna keep this short, as it could have been much longer lol, but putting this on as so many people asking what I got up to last Saturday lol, saves me repeating it.Out for a drink round town with husband, i owed his sex in a pub toilet (long story there lol), so later on Saturday night he reminded me and said he would txt if gents was empty and safe to follow him. If no txt, then I was to open my legs and give him a flash when he walks back to table. I didn’t look at my phone because a guy had...

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Saturday night escapades 2

I laughed as I leaned in and kissed Jess on the cheek, saying, “It’s nice to see you again!” “You too, Lisa!” She then added, while looking down at my hips, “I see you had the same idea I did!” I then looked down at her hips and noticed that she, like I, was wearing a skirt. It was a nice little white skirt, going down to a little over mid-thigh, complimented by a body-hugging blue tank top that showed more than a hint of her cleavage line at the top (which led me to wonder what kind...

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Saturday Night

Well, it was late afternoon one Saturday and a few mates I lived with were getting ready to go out. We had all planned to go out that night, but as the day went on I decided I didn’t want to go out with them, so I told them I couldn’t be bothered to go out and that I was sorry. Well being as four of us girls lived together and the other three was still going out they didn’t mind. But as it was I had been texting an old friend throughout the day that had not long got back from traveling for...

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A Midsummer Nights Nightmare

After 20 years since I had become a Teacher I was once more feeling that my career choice was worthwhile. I have spent the past fifteen years since my recovery wondering if I had made a wise choice, of sticking it out when my heart was wanting to give it all up and let me slink off into the underbrush of life, never to be seen again. This anticipation of this year, this class, had revived the enthusiasm with which I ventured forth to my first teaching job. It was a large country high school...

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Saturday night goes of great0

Kerry wasn't sure but said she would come over later, around 5 she turned up, my balls nearly exploded then and there, she had a mini mini skirt that didn't quite cover her bum, showing her shaved pussy off, and a see though top that left nothing to hide, and heels, wow Lyn and I kissed her and told her she would get well fucked if she wasn't careful, and of course not being on the pill would be a real bummer too. Kerry told us she would only watch, and see them fuck us both, and then...

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Saturday Night Fever The Sequel bimale bife

As the weekend approached, I became more and more anxious about what I had agreed to do. My name is Chris and last fall I was seduced by a hot blonde in her early thirties named Terry, who took me back to her apartment where her boyfriend Jim and another man introduced me to gay sex. While I did have sex with Terry as well, she encouraged me to give her boyfriend, who is bisexual, a blowjob. Before the evening was over, I had also lost my anal cherry to both the other men.While I had never had...

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Saturday Night Sex

It was my twenty first birthday and my friends decided to treat me to a night in New York City. I knew we would definitely be doing some drinking and a little clubbing but I knew that my friends would sneak some kind of surprise past me. We had hit a bar near Time Square but after only a couple drinks my best friend Jasmine started pulling on my arm. "Come on we have to leave." "Why we haven't been here more than half an hour." "Yeah but we have to get dinner before we have to wait behind a...

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Black Knights Club Cuckold

Marcus Is a tall Black man with alethic and muscular features. He and his friends Cal, Jay and Rick call themselves the black knights because of their black skin and muscular toned bodies. They used to run a web site called The Black Knights Club com. On this website they offered a service to a select people who were always married women whose husbands would like to watch their wives be gangbanged by four hung and black men. Marcus and his knights enjoyed what they did in many ways because they...

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GNight PixieChapter Two Stranded

Doug Bryant lay on the sandy beach gasping for air. Mary was dry heaving beside him, the contents of her stomach having been left far out in the water. Alyson was crying on the other side of her. Mary and Alyson had briefly gone under with the boat, but had somehow escaped. They broke surface on either side of another life vest. Mary and he had insisted Alyson wear it. He'd had to half-drag Mary to the beach against the pressure of the wind. It hadn't been easy swimming in his canvas deck...

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GNight Pixie the Original Story ConceptChapter 2 Stranded

Doug Bryant lay on the sandy beach gasping for air. Mary was dry heaving beside him, the contents of her stomach having been left far out in the water. Alyson was crying on the other side of her. Mary and Alyson had briefly gone under with the boat, but had somehow escaped. They broke surface on either side of another life vest. Mary and he had insisted Alyson wear it. He'd had to half-drag Mary to the beach against the pressure of the wind. It hadn't been easy swimming in his canvas deck...

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Saturday Night in Your House

Saturday Night in Your House by julie_julia © This is a transcript of a letter I wrote to a very good friend of mine. She knows I’m publishing it on-line for your enjoyment, mine and hers. The names have not been changed. xxxxxxxxxxxx I’d found the spare key outside your front door, it wasn’t very well hidden. You obviously didn’t hear me creep in. Neither did you see me standing in the darkened doorway as you and John fucked your hearts out. Yes, I was there watching your luscious wet pussy...

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Saturday night and Sunday morning

In the late 1980’s my friend and I and sometimes some of his old friends used to go to a European night club where you could dance and get beautiful high quality food and beer and wine.They had a fabulous bar.My friend loved dancing especially retro disco and sometimes they played that.He loved lots of women around him and lived to get lucky. His car was always impressive and he loved to show his Lincoln Continental off especially if he had a lady driving with him.I caught a ride with him that...

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Saturday Nights Main Event

As I promised I would furnish you with all the horny details of my saturday night at Sandra and Rob's house.I got to their house about 8:30pm and was greeted at the door by their daughter Cindy. When she opened the door and saw me she gave me a hug and then kissed me basically taking my tonsils out of my throat with her tongue. I thought to myself that if this is just saying hello, I could imagine what I was in store for the rest of the night. She took my hand and led me to the livingroom and...

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Saturday night and Sunday morning

In the late 1980's my friend and I and sometimes some of his old friends used to go to a European night club where you could dance and get beautiful high quality food and beer and wine.They had a fabulous bar.My friend loved dancing especially retro disco and sometimes they played that.He loved lots of women around him and lived to get lucky. His car was always impressive and he loved to show his Lincoln Continental off especially if he had a lady driving with him.I caught a ride with him...

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Saturday night and Sunday morning

In the late 1980's my friend and I and sometimes some of his old friends used to go to a European night club where you could dance and get beautiful high quality food and beer and wine.They had a fabulous bar.My friend loved dancing especially retro disco and sometimes they played that.He loved lots of women around him and lived to get lucky. His car was always impressive and he loved to show his Lincoln Continental off especially if he had a lady driving with him.I caught a ride with him...

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Saturday night

She wasn?t the first, she wasn?t the last, but she?ll always be my favourite She wasn?t the first, she wasn?t the last, but she?ll always be my favourite. She was the youngest, although I didn?t know it at the time ? reading the newspaper reports later I discovered that she was only 14. She?d been out with her older sister?s friends but got turned away from the club they went to, hence I found the poor little mite wandering the streets of south London on her own just after midnight on a...

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Saturday Night

I had worked 29 of the past 30 days, and finally had 2 days off, so I didn't want to do anything except sit on my ass, and vegetate. My wife on the other hand, wanted to go out to dinner, and maybe a movie, or maybe even some dancing, or drinks at a local bar. I told her I have been on the go for almost a month, and wanted to just unwind quietly at home.She kept bitching at me to go and I wanted no part of it I finally told her "IF you want to go out, you know the rules" In the first years of...

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The Knights Rose

After dinner I had a special surprise for you. "Where are we going?" you asked. "A nice little club," I replied turning down a long alleyway. "There's a club here?" you asked as we pulled into a small, back parking lot. "Not a lot of people know about it. It's sort of a members only place."We walked up to a large, red, intricately carved, wooden door. I rapped three times on a large, iron knocker that was attached to the teeth of a bronze lion head. A small square in the door opened and a...

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Saturday night Glory Hole attempt with the wiife

We are a couple who after 25+ years still enjoy great sex within reason. I have always persuaded the wife to go along with my Ideas. These were always within her  boundaries. We are NOT swingers, though I have no issues with trying the Lifestyle if she agreed. We have NOT tried bringing another male or female into our relationship. We are both str8t, do not have any plans to change. To many our sex life would be boring. My wife is very private. We do however enjoy Outdoor Sex, Road-head, loud...

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Saturday Night School pt3 loyalsock

What car? You mean the red one?""Yeah."Michelle burst out laughing. "That's my car, silly!""It is?""Oh my God! You scared me!" Still laughing, she threw her arms around him and hugged him from the side, leaning against him for a moment. Charlie felt relieved, and stupid, but more than that, he was acutely aware of Michelle's breasts pressing against his arm. He felt his arm enveloped in soft warmth, and when she pulled away, one of her nipples skated across his elbow."Sorry," he muttered. He...

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