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As I sorted through the paper work, some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that asshole of an agent would be gone. Agents’ have the easiest jobs, they take time off, take your money, and cry about how hard they work. Well the only good thing about this agent is his secretary.

She is a doll, she just turned 50. She has an hour glass figure, blonde hair, soft brown eyes. When she gets up to walk, all eyes are on her as she just drips in sex. Her assets are perfect, 36 C breast, slim waist, perfect ass and legs, you can tell she works out a lot to keep herself looking nice.

I grabbed the phone and called my agent’s office. I knew that she would answer. She always does.

“Is Rusty in?” I asked her knowing just what her response would be.

“No he was gone till Wednesday.” She told me. That figure the asshole never worked.

“I had some papers to drop off. How long will you be there?” I asked her.

She said, “I was planning on leaving around 4:00 p.m.” I looked at my watch and it is 3:00 p.m. now.

“I will be leaving here shortly and should be at your office around 3:30 or so.” I informed her.

We said our good byes and I hung up. I grabbed what papers I needed, made a couple of quick calls. Then I called my wife telling her what has happened, and I will be running late. I locked the office up and headed for my truck.

What a miserable day outside. It was half rain, half snow, and all slop. It was very slow going. It took longer than I thought, but I got to my agent’s office around 3:45. I shut off the truck, and I went up to the office door. Dam it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about fifty times, but no answer. I grabbed my cell phone and tried calling, but just got the answering machine, telling me that the office is closed, and what the business hours were. I just hate them fucking machines.

I had noticed when I pulled up that her car is still in her parking space by the side door. So I walk to the side door and turned the knob it was locked, but I pushed on the knob, and the door opened, whoever left last didn’t make sure that the door was securely closed. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like someone is sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet table with a couple of candles lite, some music playing and all the lights in the back off.

“Stacey are you ok?” I asked her with some concern in my voice.

She jumped up asking, “ who’s there?”

“Hey it’s me Tony, don’t you remember that I called you, telling you that I was on my way over to drop off these papers to Rusty.” I said to her.

“Oh oh yea sorry I forgot.” She replied back to me.

I took the papers and threw them on Rusty’s desk. I went back and sat down next to Stacey.

She was sipping on a glass of wine trying to unwind, I could see that she was upset.

“Hey what is the matter?” I ask her.

She just shook her head. So I sat there quietly for a few minutes. She started to softly cry and laid her story out.

It seems that she and her husband were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in more than six months. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that caused some problems, and she misses her grandchildren.

She said, “that this is not going to be a very happy Christmas for me.”

“I know just what you need.” I told her, after listening to all that she had to say.

“What?” She asks, as she dried the tears in her eyes.

“Just stand up.” I told her.

WOW she had on a black dress that was thigh high, and the dress fit her just like a glove. The dress was showing off a lot of her cleavage. Black nylon stockings and black shoes completed her outfit. All and all very sexy.

I said, “what you need is a good hug.”

As I stepped forward and gave her the best hug that I could give. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing me back. I could feel her breast against my chest. My cock was starting to get hard.

Here I am holding the woman of my dreams in my arms, and my mind goes completely blank. So like a dummy I let go of her, and sit back down in the chair. I could have kicked myself in the ass, for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But lack of experience in doing this with another woman, other than my wife really showed.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then I had another really brilliant idea.

“Well I guess it is time for me to go home.” I said to her. DUH!!! That was a really smart move on my part.

“Ah mmm could I have another hug/ “ She asked me, as she kind of look down at the floor, and then back at me.

I though here is my second chance don’t blow it. I stood up and took off my jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. She flowed right into my arms for a hug.

I rubbed my hands over her back and down to her ass cheeks. I could tell that she had a thong on, and not much else under the dress as it felt really smooth. She loosened her hands from my neck and locked her eyes onto my eyes, and drew her lips up to mine and we met in a very passionate kiss. I open my mouth a little bit and could feel her tongue flicker in and out, what a big turn on.

As our tongues continued to dance together, I unhooked her dress and slowly move the zipper down. When I met no resistance doing that, I moved up and unhooked her bra. She moved one arm off me and I slipped her dress and bra strap off, and then the other arm. Here I was holding her almost naked (except for the thong)and French kissing her.

Suddenly she broke the kiss, and looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “this is not fair.”

I must have looked at her blankly, because she said. “ You are fully clothed and I am almost naked.”

We remedy this quickly as she helped me strip, and she took off her thong. I just love how a woman can do that so gracefully.

She pushes me into the chair and sits on my lap. I got my first really good chance to see her up close naked, GOD what a site. I can’t figure what is the matter with her husband to not take care of a goddess like this. We kissed with heated passion. My hand slowly started to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. They were so hard, it felt like I was playing with a couple of bullets. As I played with her breast and tweaked her nipples, she began to moan softly in my mouth. God I just could not get enough of those breast. I could play with them forever.

While I played with her nipples, the bumps on her areola grew more intense. As my fingers rubbed over those bumps, I was able to hear her sigh softly.

“Pinch them harder.” She moaned into my mouth.

I played, squeezed, pinched, and caressed her breast and nipples. They felt like little firecrackers in my fingers, ready to explode. I started to kiss and nibble my way down her neck to her breast. I commenced to suck on her breasts and nipples. I licked her areola bumps, and nibble on her nipples.

“OOO yes baby, suck and bite those nipples.” She cooed at me with delight.

I got busy with my tongue and teeth, as I continued to pleasure her nipples. I softly nibbled and licked each nipple with tender care. They got so taut when I suck real hard on them. When I nibbled on them with some pressure, she gave off a couple of gasps.

As I sucked on her boobs, I slowly moved my other hand down her stomach to her pussy. She has a nicely shaved pussy with a land strip just above her pussy lips. She parted her legs, just like Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her inner thighs softly, till I finally got to her outer lips.

I slowly massaged her outer lips. She began to feel some pleasure in her pussy, as I could feel some moisture on those delicate outer lips. I spread her outer lips, and my finger entered that magnificent pussy. She was soaking wet inside there. I started out slowly, and worked the speed up faster, then slowed back down. I moved my finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a steady motion. I had my other finger slowly stroking her anal hole.

Suddenly she grabbed my head and brought me up for a fierce kiss, and softly screamed into my mouth. She held me tightly, as her body started to shake in an orgasm. Next thing I knew my hand is wet from her love juices.

“OOOO MY GOD, keep it right there.” She wailed as I had my finger deep inside of her pussy rubbing her sensitive G-Spot, while my other finger is knuckles deep into her anal hole. I worked both holes till my fingers got tired.

I could not take it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the table. I got on my knees, spread her legs, and start to lick her pussy. I licked in as deep as I could, and then in an up and down motion, and finally around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she taste good. I felt like a bear attacking a bee hive, and licking up all the honey. Suddenly she locked her legs around my head, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to breathe, and then my face got flooded with her honey juices. I drank in what I could, but some dripped down my chin onto my chest.

She relaxed her legs and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my eyes, she said. “Fuck me now.”

Well I may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but I did not have to be asked twice. I stood up spread her legs and slammed my cock into her sopping wet pussy.

“Fuck me harder.” She whispered, as she nibbled on my ear.

I wanted to make this last a life time. So I slowed down, and fucked her with deep strokes. I could start to feel the passion build up in my cock. Her fuck hole was so hot, it is beginning to make my cum boil. My cock felt just like a volcano ready to explode.

“Stacey honey, I going to cum soon. “ I said to her doing my best to make this last.

“OOO baby I am so ready, cum with me now,” She said giving me a very passionate kiss.

I held her tight, and buried my cock into her as deep as I could. I blasted into her one of my biggest loads of cum ever. The force of the explosion, made me see some stars circling her head. I blew rope after rope of cum into her dripping wet pussy from my deeply buried cock. We held that position for a few minutes, till finally my legs started to give way, and I had to sit down.

She laid there for a few moments, with her legs apart. Some of my cum was leaking out. What a breath taking site. She sat up, smiled at me, and then she headed to the bathroom. As she walks past me to the bathroom, I thought what a vision of lovingness. When she walked back out, I watched her again. Man I could observe her walk around this office nude for the rest of my life. Just looking at her, started to make my cock grow hard again.

She walked up to me, got down on her knees. She pushed my legs open, and reached for my cock. She stroked my cock a few times, as it began to stiffen in her hand. She looked me straight in the eyes, as she lowered her head down, and started to suck on my cock. She licked and suck the head and put her tongue into my eruption tube eye, then licked down the shaft to my sack. She gently sucked on one ball and then the other one, and then back up my shaft to the head. She tries to deep throat me, but gags a couple of times

She stops and looks at me and said, “ sorry, it has been more than 25 years since I have given a blow job, and I guess I am not to good at doing this.” She went back to sucking my cock till she had it rock hard. It didn’t matter to me, I was loving this beautiful blonde sucking on my cock.

After a few more minutes of sucking, she gets up, positioned herself on my lap, and guides my cock into her pussy. She starts to ride my cock cowgirl style. She is pounding herself up and down on my cock, making it hard for me to suck on her tits. Finally she slows down a bit, letting me start to suck on her nipples. I licking and sucking them, and then I softly began nibbling on her nipples. All of a sudden she howls loudly and collapses into my arms, as she begins to shake from another orgasm.

As I held her tightly, I softly whispered into her ear, “ Merry Christmas.”

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I'll Be Home For Christmas By Arecee "Welcome back Miss McFadden. Did everything go well?" asked Susan, my assistant. "Yes, even better than I expected, Susan. They signed," I replied, as I set my briefcase on her desk. "Are you serious, we got the account?" she asked. "That's what I'm saying, dear girl, we landed the entire job. We start after the New Year. I'm so excited, I can hardly breath. I'm going...

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Sarah Carerra 337 A Very Carerra Christmas

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A- By Megan Campbell Chapter 37 - A Very Carerra Christmas The stage was dark. The only noise to be heard was the dull roar of the crowd as they waited. I stood calmly between Jenna and Michelle on the second row of the riser that...

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

The Twelve Changes of Christmas By Roy Del Frink By the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Legs that were smooth and sexy. By the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: An hourglass shape, Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Cute, dainty arms, An...

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Spirit of Christmas

‘Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It’s good to see you out. How’re doin’ today?’ ‘Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me.’ Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Clem had been the super for these buildings for nearly twenty years, and he knew most of the tenants by their apartment numbers, but he’d...

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All I Want For Christmas

Merry Christmas Everyone!!! I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Chanukah, and any other celebrations taking place all over the world at this time. The story below is based on emotions and fears that are near and dear to me. I hope all of you like what I have written, and I welcome your comments. A.P. All I Want For Christmas By Alexisandra Phaithe All Rights Reserved, Throughout Existence. December 13th, 2000 Alexis...

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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its entirety at Fictionmania (go to search by authors and select Joel Lawrence). This story takes place approximately one year to a year and a half after the conclusion of "Tales of the Season: Darla's Story" in the branch of the "Seasons of Change" Universe that I started with "A Losing Season", also archived at Fictionmania. Of course, this is a play...

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Heaven In The Mountain At Christmas

It was hard leaving Jayden, after the days we had together during the Thanksgiving weekend. Being with her always gives me a feeling of exhilaration. Jayden's smiling face, her mature aura, her mannerisms, and the way she loves me, provides me with a reason to enjoy life and feel young again. The time we spent at Camp George will have to keep me satisfied till Christmas, when Jayden is joining me for her holiday break. Her parents will be off on a cruise; it will give us nearly two weeks...

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CadeChapter 13 Merry Christmas

It was the morning after the party, and Callie was pouting as she cooked breakfast. Her bottom was still sore. Cade walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck affectionately and she pushed him away, "Stop it." "What's the matter?" He asked in irritation. She turned away as tears rolled down her face, "You whipped me hard last night, that's what." "I know, and I won't hesitate to whip you again like that if you keep flirting with other men." He was stern, cold, and...

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Snow for Christmas

‘Ok, that’s it for today. Remember guys…’ ‘We know Mrs. G! You’ve told us a hundred thousand times’ called one of the exasperated students. ‘More like a million’ murmured another under his breath. ‘Have fun! Be safe! And take care of your library books!’ chorused the class in a loud, sing-song voice. ‘All right you wise guys, I get it. But I don’t want to see any books with candy canes stuck to them when you come back,’ she chuckled. ‘Now get lost. Shoo. Back to class with you. Have a Happy...

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All She Wants for Christmas

"Please Mommy! Can't we go see Santa?" cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking – no begging – her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold in the mall during Christmas. Victoria had agreed before she realized two things: first, it was Christmas Eve, and second, the twins would...

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Jacobs Christmas

Jacob Walters stood before the sink and looked at the face that was staring back at him in the mirror. It was a haggard face. A face that had weathered a lifetime of disappointments. A face that showed defeat in every wrinkle, and desperation in the eyes. How did I come to this? Jacob thought. Jacob hung his head and looked into the sink. He turned on the water and watched it swirl around the basin and then disappear down the drain. He imagined his life swirling away down the drain as well....

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A Merry Christmas

I hadn’t lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everything: birthdays, holidays, shopping, lunch with my folks when I felt like it. Of course I’d spend the holidays with my family. And I had...

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An Unexpected Christmas

In the department store where I had recently been employed, for my sins I was placed in charge of the kiddies division. Ironically, I really did not like kids!Being twenty-three years old and the youngest member of staff in a managerial position, however, I had to take the rough with the smooth. To add to my misery it was December, Christmas time, so the task of employing an in-house Santa Claus was given to me. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I...

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Cleaner Christmas

Cleaner Christmas************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2013 (Edited December 2013)The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************It was a damp, cold late November, a Friday evening as our three-card...

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Tales from a HustlerAll I Want for Christmas

Tales of a Hustler---All I Want for Christmas“All I Want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” LOL that fits perfect with “two front teeth” It was Christmas eve, and the middle of the week. I couldn't go home, cause I would need off more than 1 day. Mom said it's no big deal—she had volunteered to pull a double at the diner anyway, and she said Dustin didn't spend much time at the house anyway. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would...

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A pussy for Christmas

Paul asks for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. Just a short Christmas gift for Fictionmania readers. ***** "What's the best looking pet?" asked Joe. "I dunno," said his friends. "A pussy!" he said. His friends all laughed. Paul wasn't quite sure why the joke was funny, but he laughed along to avoid feeling left out. Paul was 12 years old. He was very bright, but also very naive. He had started school at a young age, so most of his...

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All I Want for Christmas

Just a quick little something I put together for the holidays. Hope you enjoy it. One of my favorite songs when I was a kid was that silly one about a kid wanting his two front teeth for Christmas. But then again, I was that kid missing his two front teeth. And no, Santa Clause didn’t give them back for Christmas and I spent the next few months looking like a boxer who went up against Muhammed Ali without wearing his mouth guard. Yeah, I know. What does a two year old know about Muhammed...

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I wish me a merry Christmas

The snow, falling slowly in little flocks, the day, the streets, it's all a perfect Christmas evening; except it's still the 23rd and, when I opened the door to my apartment, it was empty: not a single ornament to remind me of the large Christmas trees of my childhood; not a single present wrapped in colorful paper and big laces. It might as well be the 24th, as it will be the same, only with much worse TV programs. Maybe I could rent something; a comedy, or porn. I wonder if I'd find porn...

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Lad and Me at Christmas

voices singing, "Let's be jolly, pack my ass with border collie..." We live "out here on the edge of the prairie," as the guy on the radio used to say, and when the wind comes rushing down the plain this time of year, there is no sweetly waving wheat; it just feels anywhere from bitterly to lethally cold. You can argue whether or not it's the most wonderful time of the year, I suppose, but opinions aside, late December on the northern plains is cold. Taking your pants off in a...

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Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

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Last Christmas

Driving home for Christmas was always exciting. I had left home eight years ago, first to attend College and then to work. I majored in Finance and had a job that I loved for a large international investment company. This Christmas was especially exciting because my girlfriend of almost two years, whom I loved dearly, would be there and I planned to propose to her at Christmas dinner. My mind drifted as I drove. I remembered the first time I saw Catherine as a woman. We had gone to school...

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A Rose for Christmas

‘I won’t be bitter for Christmas.’ Paul Curtis had said it again and again through those dreary weeks alone in his one-room flat, with the miserable Northern European winter just outside and his empty broken heart inside. Now, for the most part, he figured he’d succeeded: he wasn’t bitter. Much. Alone, distrustful, and still plagued with memories of the recent hard times, but less bitter than he’d felt in weeks at least. Of course, he mused, he now had plenty of reasons not to be bitter —...

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Julies Christmas

It had been over a month since our Halloween party at mom’s house. It was now much colder out, with snow that had fallen everywhere. Over the last little while, I had taught Klintuck about some of our human traditions as he did not know everything, but he did know some. As such, I spent some of the time explaining Christmas and other holidays based on different religions. I started to feel very close to Klintuck, more than a friend but not quite like a husband. I felt that we were kind of like...

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