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Paris's father approached me about possibly using my contacts in the fashion industry

to assist Paris market her clothing line. I agreed to help her, when she arrived in New

York at the start of fashion week she called me.I sent a limo to bring her to the hotel,

left instructions at the desk to register her in the suite next door to mine.

Paris hummed to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped into her

dimly lit suite. Tossing her backpack on the floor, she let the door

swing shut behind her before sliding the deadbolt shut with a satisfying ˜clunk'.

The blinds were open enough to allow a sufficient amount of moonlight to shine

through the windows in her suite. Reaching over, she flipped the light switch on, her brow

furrowing in confusion as the room remained enshrouded in moonlit darkness.

"Dammit," she muttered to herself, flipping the switch up and down in futility.

Tossing her keys on the counter, she strolled across the floor heading straight for her bedroom

and the prospect of her warm, soft bed. As she moved gingerly across the

room, she kicked her shoes off and swept them aside with her foot. As she

moved from the moonlit room into a darkened hallway, she heard a faint

clinking' sound, similar to the noise made by a set of dangling keys.

Stopping suddenly, Paris ceased all movement as she listened intently, trying to locate

the source of the sound. Sensing something moving to her side, she turned her head as a figure

stepped out of the shadows grabbing her roughly from behind. Paris let out a startled shriek,

which was quickly muffled as a hand clamped tightly over her open mouth. The man's other arm wrapped around

her body, pinning her own arm against her side as I pulled her body into mine. She could feel the beating of my heart

as I held my hard, muscular chest pressed firmly against her back. As she struggled, I held firm,

lifting her petite body clear off the ground as I spun around and compressed her shaking body between me and the wall.

She could feel my warm breath on her exposed neck as I held my face against hers and whispered in her ear."Welcome to

New York," As she heard the raspy voice, Paris's struggling ceased and she swallowed hard, her body trembling with a

combination of apprehension and anticipation. Lifting her squirming body off the floor, I stepped back, dragging her out

of the dark hallway into the living room. "Ughh," she blurted out as I shoved her face down on the couch, pinning her down

with my knee pressed roughly into her lower back. Paris's cries of protest now stifled in the soft cushions, I took her wrist

in my unrelenting grasp, forcefully twisting her arm behind her back. She then felt the sensation of cold steel against her skin,

followed by a series of quick ˜clicks" as the metal teeth of the handcuffs locked into place.

Feeling the sharp edges of the cuffs digging into her soft flesh, she gasped and bit hard into the couch fabric.

As her other arm was forced into place, I locked her wrists together behind her back, leaving her prone body wriggling under

me. Although her face was buried in the couch, she could feel my lecherous eyes roaming her body. Gasping for breath,

her heart pounding, she trembled as she awaited my next move. "P...please..." she whimpered, turning her face towards her me.

"I'll do whatever you want." "Yes," I agreed, casting a devious grin as I unzipped my pants."You will." Reaching down and grabbing

a rough handful of her light blonde hair, I pulled hard producing a startled squeak from Paris's gasping mouth. As I forcefully grasped

her hair with whitening knuckles, I used my other hand to take hold of her upper arm and drag her squirming body down to the floor.

"Get on your fucking knees," I ordered, pulling her up into a submissive, kneeling position. Paris panted heavily as she knelt before me,

her frightened gaze locked on the floor as I loomed over her. Her pulse raced and her body trembled as she awaited my next

move. Suddenly she felt her head being yanked back and a large long, rigid penis being shoved forcibly aganist her mouth.

She turned her face away in protest only to have it jerked back. "Open up," I ordered, my cock pressing against her tightly closed,

resisting lips. She could feel the wet precum leaking from my tip as she remained resistant to my intrusion. I tightened my grip on

her hair, causing her to wince in pain and forcing her to relent, parting her lips to allow the thick, hard shaft into her warm,

wet mouth. Glancing up with nervous, blue eyes I smiled down at her and jammed my cock into the back of her throat, causing her

to gag and sputter, saliva dripping down her chin. Holding her head with both hands, she fought her gag reflex as I pulled her head down

the length of my saliva soaked shaft.

Her hands locked securely behind her back, Paris shut her eyes as she allowed her face to be used by me, passively kneeling

as her head was jerked back and forth. Her lips slid forcefully up and down my thick cock, reluctantly bathing it with her struggling,

wet tongue. Minutes passed as she endured the brutal face-fucking, her eyes watering and saliva dripping down her chin before

I finally pulled my slippery cock free of her sputtering lips and slapped it against her pretty face. Gasping for air, Paris gazed up at

me with her innocent, big blue eyes only to have me return her affectionate stare with a cold, blank expression. Inches from her face,

his cock dangled, dripping wet from her own mouth.

"Get up," I ordered, prompting her to her feet with an encouraging yank of her honey blonde hair. Struggling to her feet, Paris whimpered

as she was led by the hair across the living room to a table in the center of the room. Feeling her body pushed hard against the

edge of the table, I forcefully bent her over using my unrelenting grasp on her hair to hold her face pressed firmly against the cool, smooth

surface. She panted hard and struggled against me as I ripped her short black skirt off, revealing her thong and the soft, smooth cheeks of her ass.

Relenting in her futile struggle, Paris feels my hands roaming over the most private areas of her body, pawing her wet pussy through the thin

material of her thong. My touch almost turned sensual as my rough fingers traces over her round, supple cheeks before roughly digging

under the waistband of her skimpy thong and pulling them hastily down over her ample hips.

As she felt the light fabric slid down her trembling legs and fall around her feet, I released my grip on her hair and retrieved the underwear

from the floor. Nervously awaiting my next move, Paris was startled as she soon found the thong being shoved roughly into her mouth.

She gasped, tasting her own juices as her saliva permeated the fabric being pulled tightly into her open mouth. I then nestled up against

her, my legs forcing hers wide as she felt my turgid cockhead slid up and down her dripping slit. Unable to resist, she let out a long,

high-pitched moan " OOOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAAHhhhhhhh" through the underwear jammed into her mouth as I parted her swollen lips

and pushed the head of my throbbing cock inside her. "Ughhhh....," she squealed, her voice muffled by her own thong as she felt her tight,

wet hole forcibly filled with a hot, hard thick pulsing cock.

As my hips slammed into her ass, Paris moaned " OOOOOOOOHHHHhhhhh," again tossing her head back as I lingered there, buried deep inside her

warm, welcoming depths. She felt the table edge digging sharply into the tender flesh of her upper thighs as I pressed forward before withdrawing in

agonizing slowness. She gasped as I drove back into her hard and deep, inhaling the scent of her arousal that accompanied the wet strip of fabric pressed

between her lips. She felt my hard muscular legs pressed against hers as I proceeded to violate her flushed, swollen pussy with a series of

quick, short thrusts. Gradually my strokes increased in depth and increased in velocity as the quiet room became filled with the sharp

slapping of flesh on flesh as I fucked Paris's quivering body from behind. She felt her ass cheeks being splayed wide, lewdly exposing her

delicate, untouched hole.

In reflex, she contracted her muscles but my powerful grip held fast, digging into her soft flesh and forcing her open as I slammed her gripping wet pussy

with increasing abandonment. As the sensation overwhelmed her, Paris gradually gave in and submitted to my hard thrusts. Collecting saliva in

my mouth, I pursed my lips and let a dollop of spit fall, her tight little asshole winking reflexively as the drop of warm liquid landed on it.

"Mmm," I sighed as I watched the spit trickle down over her little pink star. "I bet your ass is really small and tight." "Nooo," Paris

whimpered in protest through the wet thong in her mouth. She heard me snicker as I continued sliding my thick, engorged cock into her

vulnerable hole, my balls striking her swollen lips with sickening slaps. Again she whimpered in protest, but was powerless to prevent

me from roughly shoving a meaty finger into her tightly clenched ass. "Do you let your boyfriend fuck this ass?" I asked in a taunting tone,

pushing in up to the knuckle. "No...," she squeaked in a muffled, timid voice as her tiny anal ring contracted around my invading digit.

She heard me snicker with satisfaction, twisting my finger roughly inside her smooth tight tunnel as I continued fucking her pussy

with deep, hard savage strokes. The table under her quivering body shuddered with each thrust as my hips collided with her tender flesh,

producing a series of loud wet slaps. "SMACK." "SMACK" Paris flinched as she felt my hand slap her ass sharply before lingering there,

my fingers digging into her soft cheek. Reflexively, her ass muscles contracted, squeezing my embedded, wriggling finger. "SMACK."

"SMACK" Again I struck, Paris's gasping mouth blurting out a muffled, moaning "AAAAAAAHHHHHhhhh" squeal. "You dirty

little girl," I piped up, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back up off the table's surface. "You like that don't you?" "Y...y...yes...," she

whimpered meekly, proving her submission by agreeing with my every statement.

With one final hard deep thrust, I pulled my dripping wet cock from Paris's thoroughly fucked hole and slapped my glistening tip against

her tiny, pink asshole. Her body tensed with apprehension as she realized what was about to happen. Roughly pushing her ass cheeks

apart, I nestled the head of my cock against her pristine little pink star. Paris struggled with meek resistance as she felt her asshole slowly open,

giving way to the long thick cock pushing its way into her most private orifice. "Mmmm," I moaned pleasurably as I forced a few inches into the

tight confines of her pulsating hole. "You are very tight." Paris clenched her teeth, biting down hard on the wet thong as she felt my throbbing cock

slide deeper into her ass. Lubricated with her own juices, my long wide cock stretched her to the limit as her restrained arms struggled in futility.

"Ughhhhhh,Ughhhhhh" she groaned, experiencing the indescribable sensation of her virgin asshole slowly but forcefully filled. My hips now moving

back and forth, I began fucking her with short, constant jabs. After a few minutes of enduring the obscene anal violation, Paris began to grow

accustomed to the intrusion and the pain gradually subsided. The comfortable, almost pleasurable sensation, however was quickly

diminished as I shoved my cock deeper with a single, coasting thrust. With my cock firmly entrenched up to my balls in her tightly gripping hole,

I grabbed her hips and swiveled in an attempt to push deeper. Paris felt used. She felt violated as I tried to fill her with every inch of my

burrowing cock. A few seconds passed as I ceased all movement. Paris remained, bent-over, panting and gasping as her ass pulsated

around my deeply implanted shaft.

Paris shook her head and howled in protest, eliciting a taunting chuckle as I repeatedly sheathed my rigid cock deep in her clenching hole.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Paris let out a soft groan with each stroke as I gradually increased the intensity of my thrusting. My cock was

now effortlessly sliding in and out, plunging deep into her squirming body. My strong hand left white bloodless marks on the soft, pliable skin of her

ass as I gripped her with lustful vigor. My other hand twisted in her hair, providing traction as I pulled her back with every forceful stroke my

muscular hips provided. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Her breath growing ragged under the unremitting pounding, Paris's petite body shuddered

on top of the shaking, squeaking table.

Enduring the savage, anal intrusion with passive resolve, she submitted to me entirely, allowing me to use her tiny, stretched orifice for my

licentious pleasure. As my violent thrusting relented, I groaned as I erupted like a volcano my cum flowing like hot lava filling her ass full with

cum running down her thighs. I eased my swollen cock from her thoroughly used asshole and pulled her down off the table. Her knees pressed

painfully into the cold, hard marble floor Paris stared up as she gasped through the wet, fabric jammed in between her flushed, pouty lips.

In front of her face, my glistening cock pulsed with each frantic stroke of my pumping fist. After a few seconds of submissive kneeling, she

watched as my hand tightened around my shaft and a thick rope of white cum spilled forth, creating a sticky translucent line across her pretty

face from her eye to her chin. Holding her firmly by the hair I groaned, stroked my hand once more and spilled more of the hot fluid down

onto the thong wedged into her open mouth.

A few seconds later Paris found herself staring with one eye as I gazed down at cum covered spectacle I had just created. I wiped my cock

across her mouth and cheek, removing the last clinging droplets of sperm from the tip before stepping back with glowing satisfaction. *

* * * * * * * * * * "Mmmm," Paris purred as she stroked her hand up my chest. "That was great. Thanks baby." I smiled back at her and pulled

her close as we snuggled together on the sofa. "Yeah?" I confirmed. "It was okay?" "Uh huh," she answered back. "But..." "But what?" I asked,

cocking my head to listen intently.

"Well...." She began tentatively. "You could have been a little more...rough." "Really?" I exclaimed, growing increasingly surprised at the depths of

her kinky fantasy pool. "I don't know if I can get any more rough. It was kind of hard...being that forceful." "It's okay, baby," she cooed, flashing me

a sexy smile. "I can take it." "I'm sure you can," I replied with a subtle laugh. "I'm sure you can." "Yeah," Paris said softly, rolling to kiss my chest.

"We can try again tomorrow." I smiled at her, " Welcome to New York Fashion Week" we have five days of sexual adventure.

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I really don’t know what possessed me to take this trip. I know it was Josh’s 16th birthday and bringing his younger brother Simon was a given, why on earth did I let them invite 4 of their friends as well. Driving from our home in Hertfordshire UK to our Spanish villa was long enough without having a car load of excited teens. I suppose after the last year when my husband had decided to leave us they both deserved a break, and lets be honest just having your mother to celebrate with, is not...

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That Weeknd

“Sorry sir but we only have a single vacancy”. ‘No this could be happening to me, where would we go at this time?’ I thought. “Emma there’s only one room, and I don’t think we will be able to go anywhere in this night, what should I do?” “Take it we’ll stay together.” “Are you sure you will stay with a boy whole night in a room? Aren’t you scared or something?” “Ya! Ya! Very funny! Now make it quick, I’m chilling out here.” “Ma’am we’ll take it, but won’t there be any problem if we stay...

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Latexweekend

Translatet With GoolgeIt was Friday at had passed 1400 and looked forward to a pleasant evening with Randi. When the bell rang the doorbell. It was the record that came with the package. Waited no packages, but the visitors leveled and took the package into. I opened the box and there lay a patch. Walk in shower and wash well. There are several bags in the package, do not pack the up until you have been notified. Randi. I went in the shower, washed and shaved. Took me morning coat and went into...

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One I tweeked

We don't talk at first, seemingly struck dumb by what just happened. But you reach over and hold my hand, and it's the sweetest thing you could have done for me. I kiss it gently, and you reward me with a smile.My mind is filled with possibilities.... We turn on to a dirt road, and you drive quickly, raising a cloud of dust. Past plenty of trees, an open field or two, but no houses. I wonder if you know what you're doing.You do. You stop without warning. Pulling a blanket from the back seat, we...

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Wendy8217s FuckWeekend

From top to bottom, Wendy was sexuality. Her long brown hair, deep brown eyes, luscious red lips, pert breasts, slim waist, tight ass, and long legs all added up to a body that was to die for. And she knew how to use it. Simply walking across a room was all that was usually needed for Wendy to excite the baser desires of every man in it (and, truth be known, not a few women as well). Since the age of fifteen, her unofficial motto had been “A day without an orgasm is a day...

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Fashionably Late For My Funeral

This is essentially a romance story set against a background of international drug dealing with the occasional side plot of the usual mayhem. Paranoia: (Pron. para-noya) noun, a mental disorder marked by the unjustified belief that one is being persecuted, usually accompanied by megalomania and insane distrust. Paranoid (Pron. para-noyd) adjective, also called paranoiac of, relating to or affected by paranoia. A person affected by paranoia. CHAPTER 1 I do not suffer from paranoia. I am not...

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Fashionably Late For My Funeral Pt 03

8 James had responded to Melissa’s phone call and rushed over to our apartment. ‘What do you mean he knows about us?’ Not for the first time they were locked in each other’s embrace. They lay naked on the bed, the product of their love forgotten in a sticky puddle on the sheet. Melissa’s head rested on James’ shoulder and she idly played with his limp penis. The fingers of his left hand traced lazy circles around her erect right nipple. For both of them sex was an act that was not affected by...

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Fashionably Late For My Funeral Pt 04

14 Sendi and I sat at the edge of a steamy jungle clearing in the mountains forty miles out of Medellin and waited. Our clothes were sticking to our bodies and the deodorant had given up the fight hours ago. The shirt clinging to her body took my mind off my job for several minutes. I had checked and rechecked the camera settings to make sure that when I took the pictures they would be perfect. Under cover of the dense foliage I had set the Nikon with its telephoto lens on its mini tripod. We...

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Fashionably Late For My Funeral Pt 02

CHAPTER 5 My work finished in Hollywood, I sadly bade farewell to Sendi and returned to a chilly New York. Melissa wasn’t home when I got there so I rang her office to be informed that she was in a meeting but had left a message for me that she would be home no later than seven. Shortly before seven she breezed in. ‘Hello Darling! How was Hollywood? Did you see much of Sendi?’ ‘Terrible, and yes I saw a bit of her. I have some news for you.’ ‘Me first, me first! I have wonderful news,...

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Fashionably Late For My Funeral Pt 05

16 The Avenger is about to strike. Not for the Avenger the skin tight outfit with underwear on the outside, designed to show the world at large and in particular the female population, everything that he had to offer, instead the Avenger looked for all the world like a Stock Broker, in a dark suit and neatly trimmed beard and hair, and as such was able to mingle inconspicuously with the Wall Street crowd. One of the things I missed out on in my youth was the comic books that people of my age...

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Fashion is Our Name Pt 02

Chapter 4 – New Digs in Kingham Adrian arrived from London in ninety minutes or so. He had to use an umbrella walking from the station platform a short distance to the Inn. He smiled with the lingering warmth of the sunny weekend with his lover, Nicole. The Inn, like many in small towns, was a highway stop for stages before railroads came. Unlike others, the owners had adjusted to changing times, and it served a fine meal and provided a good bed even in the age of the automobile. The...

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Fashion

© 1994 "Who was that?" "Who do you mean?" Martha returned just a little too innocently. She knew exactly who I meant. "That woman you were with at Reed's." At lunch. "Oh, you mean Faith." I saw Martha hiding a smile. "Did you find her attractive?" This Faith was unbelievable! She had to be a model or movie star or something. If she wanted to be. "If you want a date with her, you'll have to be nice to me." Martha answered with a smirk. "Like you could get her to go out...

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Big U Ch 05 Pledge Week

Thank you and sorry to all my fans for waiting so long for this chapter! I had so many thoughts, and so many fans emailed me with their wonderful suggestions. It's probably the most important chapter and I wanted it to be special so it took me forever to write. You'll notice it's much longer than the rest - I just couldn't keep anything out. It had to have the proper escalation, the right pacing. If you haven't read the other chapters, please do! This won't make sense without...

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Pinch Week

PINCH WEEKThis story is fiction. Do not imitate any actions in the story as they are pure fantasy. Any attempt at replication in the real world of any part could be dangerous and is strictly forbidden. All female characters in the story are above the age of adult responsibility.Inspired by ?Letter From a Strict Mom Part I? by Max Smart smackmagnet?s email: [email protected] WEEK ? Smack Magnet1: TRIBUNAL (Saturday)We had to write ?What we did over our holidays? for Mrs Simpson?s...

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Hell Week

Hell Week ? by: Cowgyrl The moment of truth had come. It had been one long semester of learning everything there was to know and more about the house and its members, and now, our pledge class was preparing for our initiation week or hell week. We'd all heard the stories of hazing and outright verbal abuse throughout the campus during these rites-of-passage, and it was not sitting well with any of us I suspect. However, nothing could prepare us for what lay in store in the next...

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Inheritance Tax Part 1 The First Week

For adults only. All characters and events are fictional. Not intended as instructional. INHERITANCE TAX © Miss Anthropy 2003. Part One ? The First Week "Well," said Sonia, coming down the stairs of Aunt Mabel's mansion with the clothing list in her hand. "It's ten to twelve, so I suppose its time you got changed." "Is there anything fairly unisex I could start with?" asked Amos, standing in the hallway. "Just to get me used to the idea?" Sonia looked doubtfully...

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Kates Interesting Week

Kate’s Interesting Week By TromPart 1 – Kate’s Humiliation My name is Kate Crichton, I was a high school Junior in a typical, boring Midwestern suburb, and I lived in a decent neighborhood alone with my parents, since my brother went away to college the year before. I'd been busted a few times by the cops for minor alcohol related issues, and because of this, my parents didn’t trust me alone in the house. This caused what would become the most interesting week of my life. My dad always had a...

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One Week

This story is an old one, an experiment from when I was new to fiction and trying out all sorts of narrators and voices and story shapes, looking for the outer edges of what I could do, couldn't do, and loved doing. It's many ways unpleasant because its narrator is ... well, a dirtbag sleaze who deserves what he gets. I set it aside and wrote a more satisfying story of domestic love deceived and yet fulfilled ("Trust Me"), a kind I prefer. Meanwhile I showed this story to one of the...

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Slave for the week

Part 1 - SaturdayThere was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn't know, as though there was a chance it wasn't her and I was hoping it was.Sure enough, there she was. Stacey looked fantastic, her brown hair drifting slightly over her eyes, her wonderful body perfectly shown off by her tight top and jeans."Hi, you ok?" I asked, smiling. I gazed down at her feet and laughed. "You know me too well!" She was wearing a gorgeous pair of...

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Gender Choice Week

Gender Choice Week Of the many things that set homo sapiens apart from the rest of animal kingdom, its ability to choose genders is one of the strangest. How it works is easy to describe: all other mammals have their sex predetermined at conception, and are born with either male or female genitals. Humans, however, are born with both male and female genitals. The male genitals are on the outside, so at a glance all children look male. (And by convention, all such children are...

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Loris Story 3 Vacation Week

Lori's Story 03 - Vacation Week By Sheila Anne Morgan Greg had his weekly golf match with his buddies this afternoon so Lori and I decided we needed to go shopping. Actually Lori was reluctant, but if she was going to be a girl for the next week she was going to need her own make up and lingerie. Greg had also said he was going to take us to dinner tonight and I wanted to get Lori a special dress. I found Lori a purse and stuffed it with some of the things a girl...

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Housemaid for a Week

Housemaid for a Week A personal encounter By Monica Graz PROLOGUE Last Christmas I had a unique experience working as a housemaid for a week in a Victorian mansion in Melbourne which belongs to family friends that know and eagerly accept my 'domestic situation'. A few words as a prologue, to explain my 'domestic situation'. For a long time now I work as part time maid/housewife in my own house! It is a mutual agreement with my wife/employer and we both benefit from it. Every...

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Sarahs Submission Ch 20 Ali Has A Rough Week

Feeling tired when she got to school the next day, after the long week with a lot of strenuous sex and more alcohol than her norm, Sarah found herself fighting droopy eyes during the first several classes. She ran into Ali after math class who looked anything put tired, acting and looking instead very nervous. She pulled Sarah to the side and spoke quickly since they only had a few minutes. “You know I’m supposed to get together with Jimmie tonight, right?” “Yeah. Is there a problem? ...

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Free Sex for a Week

FREE SEX FOR A WEEK He was on a two week holiday. He had stayed at a cheap motel just outside the city limits. When he went out to his car, he found a flyer on the window for a local brothel a few miles down the road. It was early. He had no real plans. He was a little horny, so why not, he thought to himself. It would be a good way to get the holiday going. He followed the directions on the flyer. He was there in about 20 minutes. It was a secluded two-story house. Older, but well...

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College week

When I got to feet from the door, but it was very loud. I didn't know him, I'd said "Hi" to him in the hallway, but I knew who he was, of course. I was surprised to find he knew who I was. "What's going on?" I asked him. "Hmm. Yes." He coughed, seeming a little nervous, but then smiled at me. "You've been selected, Miss Shenoy." "For what?" I was mystified. "We've had a change in policy for the college," he told me. "We're going to pick a few students each week. Here, this will explain...

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Motel Week

*** Night 1 Friday "You joking!" cried Newlyn. "No, I am not. Some things are not funny," responded Eric, Newlyn's father. Newlyn had just been informed by his father of the accident. The power pole in front of their house had just fallen onto their house. Easy to say Newlyn did not really believe it nor did his sister, Juliana. Apparently a drunk driver had hit the pole and knocked it over. Newlyn's father had just picked them up from school and had finished explaining what...

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Teen Breed Week

PRESS RELEASE FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE TO ALL MEDIA OUTLETS FROM: BREEDAMERICA SUBJECT: NATIONAL TEEN BREED WEEK National Teen Breed Week is fast approaching. Young teenagers throughout the country are enthusiastic about the upcoming celebrations. Countless young people are giving up bad habits such as smoking, drinking and drugs in order to improve their chances of conceiving, having problem-free pregnancies and healthy babies. They are also improving their diets and exercising more. Sales...

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