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WELCOME TO AMERICA

After eighteen years, the Company that my husband and I started when we first got married had finally struck gold, the years of going without many things, may have finally ended. Our biggest setback was my car accident, which had left me with two useless legs from mid thigh down, and confined to a wheel chair for life. We had both just accepted that and got on with our lives.

Our biggest customer, an American conglomerate wanted to buy up the whole business for three million pounds. We just had a meeting in a London hotel to sign all the papers the following week, so of course; I wanted to spend the week looking for a bigger house, new cars, and maybe a few clothes. It is a woman’s duty to spend some money with a windfall such as this. However, David my husband wanted to wait until everything was signed sealed and delivered, before we splashed out.

I did get a new smart business suit for myself, some decadent underwear to go with it and a hairdo for the meeting that was also a combined dinner in a private suite in the Hotel. The company had also reserved us a suite for the night.

We arrived at the hotel from home, checked in and went direct to our suite to prepare for our meeting. I showered first in the fantastic shower. David went in while I got dressed. I was still in my fancy underwear and stocking when he came out.

“Oh wow, you want to fuck!” He said smiling and holding his cock.

“Down boy, after the meeting I will need it badly then, it’s been a while.” I replied.

And indeed it had been, probably more than a few months, he had been working so many hours and was so tired all the time. Plus the effect of having to handle the wheelchair and lift me everywhere, probably was not conducive to thoughts of fucking. There had been a few dalliances on my part in this period with a couple of workmen at different times but just one-offs to tame the beast of lust inside me.

The best had been the washing machine man. I was tidying up some boxes in the garage and putting most of them in a pile, ready for someone to take up to the attic above the garage, when he just strolled into the garage. I never saw or heard him come in until he said.

“I suppose you want me to put them up there.” Pointing to the attic hatch.

"It is a shame you cannot do it yourself though, with that short shirt on I could see what colour panties you were wearing."

“You cheeky bastard, anyway I am not wearing any.” I said laughing.

"OK, I will check that later, let us get your washing machine sorted first, then the boxes, and then your underwear.”

It was so refreshing to be treated by a man as a sexually attractive women and not a crippled one, the word ‘No’ was not going to be used today. An hour later, the washing machine was back working, the boxes were moved and I was sitting at the table in the dining room and he came in and gave me the bill. While I was writing the cheque for him, he stood over me peering down the gap in my blouse.

“You won’t see much, my bra is holding them in.”   I said laughing, but getting excited.

“I was just checking for large nipples, I like them.” He said with a huge grin on his face.

 “My nipples are not very big, but they are very sensitive.” I said.

“Are they sensitive to the touch or the lick?”  

Before I could answer he walked behind my chair and his big hand came around my neck and down into my blouse, popping three of my blouse button as his hand pushed my bra down and his palms enveloped each breast, my nipples enjoying the pressure on them, and a bead of sweat ran down between them. After a few minutes of groping he wanted to suck my nipples, he stood me up with the help of my crutches and removed my blouse and bra. He sat back on the chair, I sat on his knee and as he sucked and licked my nipples, my hand was running up and down his cock still snuggled in his trousers by aching to get out. He grabbed my hand, stopped my action and made me stand up. Leaning back on the table edge.

“Lift your skirt; let’s see if you lied to me.” He said

“No lies.” I said as I leaned back on the table and raised my skirt to show him I had nothing on underneath.

“Oh wow! That’s a beautiful pussy and that clit is coming out to meet my tongue, that’s one biggie.”   He said.

  He pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the table, my elbow supporting me, with my useless legs dangling from the edge and my knees wide apart. I ran a finger through my slit; I was so ready for anything. He leaned forward still sitting in the chain and his tongued circled my labia lips in what seemed to be slow motion my clit becoming more engorged and demanding attention. My hand grabbed his head and pulled him onto me, my whole body went into spasm as he twirled and circled my clit and then sucked it until I had an orgasm.

“Now fill me up.” I demanded.  

I lay back on the table as I heard his jeans drop to the floor, within seconds he was slapping my pussy with his cock, and then used his fingers to open my lips, as he slowly came into me using just small strokes to start and gradually increasing the pace, as he got deeper inside me. He held on to my hips as he pummeled into me, his teeth and tongue working on my nipples at the same time as he see sawed in and out. The orgasms came one after the other, my body continued to shake as the surging feeling came over me as the pulsing of his cock inside me sped up as he got near to filling me as asked. His breathing got raspy as he finally came deep inside me, and he held me there for quite a few minutes as we both came down.

He used to ‘pop in’ every few months or so after that first time to ‘service me’ as he called it after about a year it tailed off and I never saw him again.

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The meeting went well with various members of their senior management from the company and a plethora of lawyers, pretty much everything was signed before dinner although the CEO said he had another offer we could discuss over dinner. I was intrigued.

After the first course the CEO passed a folder to me, enclose were details of a property in the US that was for sale it was a ranch style house in twenty-five acres. I read all the details and told him it looked wonderful. .

“If you take the offer, it’s yours, of course that house will be your guest house, and we will build something better on the grounds.” He said smiling.

“You had better tell us the offer before Jane explodes.” David said.

One of the lawyers stood up and went through all the details, the company would get us L-1A visas for the US and eventually get us green cards. They were going to build a factory eight miles from the home they had showed us. David would manage the new factory and be CEO of this new division. He went on to give details of salary and benefits and that they would add half a million dollars for the new house. The land and property would stay in the company name for five years. Then to be gifted to us for tax purposes, and finally we had to be there within three months. Our decision would be needed by the following day. After we finished dinner, we left their suite to discuss the development what may be a major change in our life if we went for it.

We both lay flat out on the bed, our minds in turmoil. We were going to semi-retire; but now probably we would be working even harder. I got up from the wheelchair and swung onto the bed, and removed all my clothes.

“I need stress relief before I can think.” I said as I pulled David’s trousers down, pulled out his cock, and stroked it to hardness.

I pulled myself across him, and sat astride him slowly lowering myself onto his hardness, I reached down and rubbed his cock up and down my slit until I was wet enough for him to slide right on home. Not much was said as his cock slid up and down my pussy walls sending pleasure signals all through me, as he approached his orgasm I squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles, which always made him cum. This time was no different and a month’s worth of build up came forcing out of him. I lay back, as did he, we were both sexually sated.

"Now I’m ready to think!” I said laughing.

I knew immediately that David loved the whole idea especially the fact he would keep control of his baby. Moreover, after he saw me looking through the property details again he knew I was sold on the idea.

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It actually took four months until we arrived. Two months later we were fully installed in the existing house, the plans and the contractor had been all arranged. By the ninth month the new house was coming along very well The contractor came to see me most days with any updates and to check for changes but once the main framework and roof was on he passed the daily calls to his young son who dealt with the internal work.

  David was back in his usual nonstop work mode and there had been only two fucks and a grope in the past nine months, which is just not enough for anybody. Nothing had reared its head until the young man came to measure up for the stained glass dome we were going to have above the vestibule. He was from a neighboring state and arrived late on a Saturday, nobody else was working on the site and David was off somewhere working. I showed him what and where to work until he asked to use the toilet. At this point, there were no walls or door

“Use the bushes out back its safer, let me show you.” I said smiling and led him out to the side of the house. He stood there not really knowing what to do with me being right next to him.

“Let me help you.” I said as I unzipped him and pulled his cock out. “Will you be able to go with it being so hard?” I said smiling

He looked directly at me with a very puzzled look on his face. His erection went down slightly and he let go of his stream. I gave it a little shake as he finished, and then slowly started to wank him, he obviously was enjoying it and relaxed, and let me get on with it until he turned to me and said.

“Is this some English tradition or something? I have never had this happen before.” He said with a huge smile on his face.

"I just felt a need to play with a cock.” I said as I sped up my action.

He was starting to shake a bit as he neared his orgasm and put his arm on my shoulder as I sat in the wheel chair to support himself, just as he peaked, three spurt of cum shot out of the end and stuck to the bush we was standing by. I leant down and cleaned him up with my tongue and quietly put his cock back in his jeans and zipped him up.

“Perhaps on your next visit we can play more.” I said.

I waved him off and made a note that he would return in about 90 days. The building was continuing to grow, but with all the builders, it seems they would just disappear for days at a time, and then resume work, it is a worldwide phenomenon. The builder’s son Tom came in most days about four o clock in the afternoon to give me updates or changes. He was a nice lad around twenty years old but he had a problem with my English accent and I had to repeat myself all the time. He enjoyed the banter and a had fascination for my cleavage which he would spend a lot of time staring at while we talked, of course I did wear outfits that I knew would attract him. Moreover, he paid no heed to my disability at all which really endeared me to him.

About a week later I had a visit from the county building inspector who I was surprised to find it was a woman about my age and not a nasty old man as I was used to in England. In fact, from our first meeting Jill and I got on very well, all very businesslike she went over codes and permits, which Tom came in to explain to me all of which was simply solved. Tom went back to work, while Jill and I had a chat over coffee. Jill told me she was married and had a few friends for extras, when I said something similar we knew we were in harmony. She told me she was getting her first tattoo that coming weekend. I told her I had no tattoos but had my left nipple pierce a few years back. She liked that idea and we arranged another visit to show our bits to each other.

The following Tuesday Jill arrived late in the afternoon full of excitement and had her skirt around her waist before she was through the door to show me the butterfly on her hip. It was still a bit red and sore as it was still fresh but it was very good and she loved it. We chatted over coffee and she asked the inevitable question always asked of disabled people.

“Can you still do it?”

“Well I can fuck men, suck cocks, and lick pussy, and my clit always feels in need. But I still cannot play the piano.” I said to Jill, who was now laughing uncontrollably.

“You are so funny.” She blurted out. “I think we should have been sisters, we are both into exactly the same things.”

Jill got deep into telling me all about the local men, my main contractor, Tom’s dad, who was now about sixty, had fucked her first at a wedding some twenty years earlier. Five years later, she had been dating the eldest son Ronnie, and dad was still wanting it, and getting it as well as the son. A year or two later she met their cousin Frank and had been married ever since. Tom was the youngest son at twenty and there was another one Tony, aged twenty-three who worked mostly in the next town over.

 "The best I kept for last, Tony’s girlfriend is the sweetest little thing you will ever meet and she had an amazing talent that you will get to know more when you meet her.”

“You bastard, I need to know.” I said as I burst out laughing.”

"Let’s see your nipple ring then, you’re getting me hot.”Jill asked.

 I removed my shirt and sat topless in front of Jill.

“Do you like it; you can touch if you want to.”

“A very good use of gold and it keep that nipple erect and ready for licking.” Jill said as she bent down to give both my nipples her tongues full attention, until we heard a car arrive in the drive. I looked at the clock it was just past eight o clock; we had been talking for hours and David had arrived home. We quickly rearranged ourselves. I introduced Jill to David, explaining she was the county building inspector and we had to be nice to her. Jill then told David that her husband was having an interview with him that week for a position at the new factory.  

 “What is his worst trait?” He asked her.

“He is a workaholic, He never comes home.” She quickly replied.

David was obviously interested in the guy, Jill left mouthing quietly she would see me in a few days.

It was the following Friday about three o clock in the afternoon while I was sitting on the patio I noticed that all the builders had gone for the weekend. I was pleased to see Jill drive up in her big truck together with a very pretty young girl. She was introduced as Sam, who wanted to meet a real English lady. As they stepped out I told them is was afternoon teatime British style and I poured tea and gave them biscuits which they called cookies followed by some work talk until my curiosity got the better of me.

“Jill tells me you have a talent Sam, what is that?”   She looked at Jill for permission to speak, Jill nodded.

“It’s just a sexual preference I have!” she said with a huge smile on her face.

“Tell me everything you do?” I asked her.

“I have been dating Tony for nearly two years now, we fuck literally every other day or when we see each other and I love it. When I do not see him, I use a vibrator at least once a day. I will not suck his cock though. Although I am not gay, I am a little Bi, and I love to lick pussy, which Jill allows me to do to her every week, she is so kind. It gives me so much pleasure when her body shakes so as she orgasms.

“Yes, I agree, Jill is so kind. So what else do you like Sam?”   I just had to ask.

“I do like having my nipples sucked.” She said.

I agreed and said the same, and told her about my nipple ring and that I would show her later when we moved inside. Jill asked her if any of the older men in the family had tried it on with her. She told us that the old man had his hand in her panties the first week she was dating Tony. Ronnie the older brother has done the same a few weeks later but they never got any further. She had fucked Tom when Tony was working away for a month, but said he lasted too long and made her sore. Jill and I looked at each other, wondering. Sam noticed and told us Tom was one of those guys who did not seem to go soft after coming the first time, but wanted to keep going Jill and I nodded knowingly and taking all this in for future reference.

“Ok, I said it’s clouding over, would my newest American friend like to wheel me indoors.”

Sam jumped up and pushed my wheelchair into the house saying the usual thing, ‘I love your accent.’ The wheel chair was fully powered but I found people like to help. We got inside and I used my crutches to ease myself onto the sofa. Sam went on to ask about my disability and how did it affect my sex life. I explained it all to her, as she sat on the floor in front of me.

“Do you want to see my nipple ring Sam?” I asked her as I loosened my shirt and pulled it aside.

“I want one of those, what about you Jill?” Jill nodded. “Do you think one would look good on me, I am not that big?” Sam said as she pulled her top off and bra off for me to inspect for suitability. “Show us yours Jill.” Jill did the same.

We all sat there laughing and joking and comparing notes, I had a feel of them both first, starting with Sam and going onto Jill.   I had them both lean over me so I could suck their nipples to erection and then declaring them both suitable for a nipple ring and that I would pay to have them fitted the following week.

“What a great friend you are. We are both going to give you a treat right now.” Said Jill, with Sam nodding her head enthusiastically at my feet.

They pulled my bottom forward on the sofa and opened my legs, Sam was delighted to see my pantyless state and her tongue got straight to work, engorging my labia lips with her tongue and her fingers. She certainly did enjoy her work and within minutes, the first orgasm soared through me. Jill was sucking my nipples and I was trying to diddle her pussy at the same time. By now, Sam had her tongue circling my clit in a fashion I could take everyday and within another minute I came with maximum effect, nearly crushing Sam’s head with my thighs, and screaming out with pleasure quite loudly. Sam’s face was covered in my juices, something she seemed to enjoy. Her tongue stayed in position gently lapping on my folds as I came back down to earth.

“That was so wonderful.”   I managed to squeak out. “I want to do things to both of you.”

“And you will.” Said Jill. “Today was for you.”   They both smiled at me.  

The following week we did all go out for the day, had lunch, and then got Sam and Jill fitted with a nipple rings, they were both very pleased, as were their partners. They did however, decide   not to say where there got the idea from. I did discuss with Jill about the possibility of getting Tom as a cock to use for our pleasures, we both agreed we needed a willing cock to provide service once a week at least. She was a bit nervous when it came to him as he was very young, and there was that vague family connection but was happy for me to do the investigating.

It was a few days later when Tom came over about four o clock in the afternoon to go over a few kitchen details that I had wanted changed. He spread the plans out on the table and while we went over each point, I noticed his eyes down my cleavage as usual.

You are going to get a permanent hard-on if you keep staring at them like that.” I said laughing.

“Take more than that.” He replied boasting and laughing.

“I bet you are hard already.” I said.

I wheeled my chair over to him and rubbed his cock through his trousers and sure enough, he was quite hard. He made a comment about willing it to stay down but it did not work and we both laughed. The ice had been broken.

"So if I show you mine, what do I get out of the deal?”   I asked.

“Absolutely anything you want.” He said. “I would love to be your friend.”

“So you would lick my tits and pussy if I wanted?”

“It would be my pleasure.” He said.

"What about if I told you to carry me over to the sofa, bend me over the arm and fuck me.” I was saying this and laughing as I talked, he was still not too sure about the possibilities yet.

“So you like older women do you, would you fuck Jill, if you had the chance?”

“Of course, I am young, all women are beautiful to me.” He said more seriously.

"Who else have you fucked that I might know then, tell me all.” I said with a glint in my eye, this was his big test question.

“I am the kiss and never tell type. Sorry!“ He said convincingly.

“Now you have got me all behind with your exciting talk I said, we shall have to resume with the plans tomorrow. Come over at lunch time I will make you a sandwich.”

Tom look deflated as I shut his exciting chat up, and ushered him out of the house, but he had passed the test. I think he will be a good choice, but only tomorrow will tell. A quick phone call to Jill to let her know how the plan was commencing and to let her know tomorrow I hoped to get lucky, we were like two schoolgirls giggling on the telephone.

The best news Tom bought, was that we would be moving into the new house in 90 days guaranteed. I laughed, because we all knew builder’s guarantees. We laid out the kitchen plan and went over the change details after which I gave him some coffee and lunch and we sat to chat a bit. He wanted to get back to the sex talk of yesterday, but I kept away from that until he had finished eating, once he was done. I started.

“So you still want to have sex with me and will go along with my rules?” I was getting horny just saying that.

"What are the rules?” He asked looking a bit shocked.

"Simple, it is when I want it, not you. It is what I want, sometimes it may be a fuck, a blowjob or I may just want to play with you, and sometimes I may want you to fuck my friend, and it will probably be a few times a week, can you handle all that.

“Hell yes!” He gasped out with the biggest grin on his face, still not quite sure of his luck.

“And another thing, I like a five minute fuck, no long drawn out ones, my legs cannot take it.”   I said.  

I wheeled myself over to the sofa, collected all the cushions, and put them in one corner. I then went to the end and pulled myself over the arm of the sofa leaving me very comfortable face down in the cushions with all my weight there and none on my legs, my ass was sticking up in the air ready for Tom. He wasted no time slowly lifting my skirt, I knew he was savoring every moment. I heard his slight gasp as he found no panties to remove, but he stroked my bottom with a sigh of appreciation. He moved my legs apart using the cushions to make sure I was comfortable. He obviously kneeled down, as the next thing I felt was a tongue on my thigh and without hesitation moved on to my labia lip and my first orgasm hit as he flicked his tongue on my clit.

“Don’t stop.” I gasped.

He continued licking and as he felt my orgasm subside, he stood up, I heard his zipper come down and immediately his hardness was pushing into my soaking pussy, He held onto my hips and with hardly a thrust was fully inside me.

“Oh my God." I gasped again.

  I had never felt anything quite like it. Inside my pussy, the slick walls were contracting sending pulses of pleasure through my whole being. I could not stop my pussy from squeezing Tom’s cock as it seared it way in and out of me. The orgasms just came in waves as I felt Tom getting ready to fill me with his cum. I was just getting to the point of exhaustion when he came in me just as the final wave hit me. Tom pumped into me a few more times before stepping back and coming out of me. I lay there sated for a few minutes.

“Can I help you back up?” Said Tom as he gave me his arm. He helped me back into my chair with a smug look on his face.

"Back to work for you, and remember it's just sex. Bring the garage plans over around five, David wants to see them.” I said as he left.

Ten minutes later the phone rang, of course it was Jill wanting to get the details on what happened. I told her I was impressed and he will do me a few times a week or more. I told her she had to try it herself and I would arrange it for three days time if she were interested. She was!

I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and decided to take a quick nap before Tom came back later. I lay down on my bed with my bathrobe around me and was asleep in seconds.

“Jane! Are you dead.” I heard coming from a laughing voice at the bottom of the bed.

It took me a second to recognize it was Tom’s voice and I realized I had slept all afternoon and he was back.

“I need to test you again.” I said as I opened my bathrobe and put my hand down to my pussy, and stated rubbing my clit. “Just get your cock in here.”

Tom did not need telling twice and within seconds I was pulled down the bed, one of my legs was on his shoulder and he filled me, for the second time that day. Damn! This boy was so good for me I thought as he slid in and out of me with a smoothness that had my head reeling as the orgasms flowed over me.   My pussy gripped him inside me as he came, filing me up again. I felt empty as he pulled out of me but I was warm comfortable and sated, I curled up and went back to sleep.

David walked into the bedroom and woke me up. It was eight o clock in the evening. He was a little worried but I just explained it had been a long day and had taken a long nap. He jumped in the shower and came out naked fifteen minutes later. I was still feeling rampant as he lay on the bed. I leaned over him and gave him a blowjob to relax him. It really worked, I drained him of cum, came up to speak to him to find him sleep. He did sleep well that night.

The following morning he had left the house before I awoke, but he did leave me a little love note, bless him. I had just got out of the shower, and down to the kitchen when Jill rushed in, all excited about something.

“He got the job.” She screamed “He is now your husband’s Plant manager earning a lot more than before, and I mean a whole lot more.” She was close to tears with excitement.

“Great news! I did hear after his midday interview, he was still in the plant at eight o clock in the evening, my husband spotted another workaholic.” I said smiling.

“I have already quit my job and just have to work this week. Then I will be free to help you shop for furniture, if you want my help.” Jill said.

Brilliant! We can order a lot from the catalogs, I also have a professional decorator coming into help. There will be lots for us to get and we have not got a lot of time.”

We arranged to have a three-day shopping trip the following week. The next few days sped by with the entire house plans to be sorted out, and not even a chance to see Tom and with a burning desire to see Sam again. It was time to go on our three-day shopping trip and we did shop, by the truckloads. Jill was amazing with all the organizing, so I left it to her. We did bring Sam along for one afternoon, but spent all afternoon in a hotel room playing with each other. After all the shopping I had a lazy couple of days to relax, but was really peeved to find the glazier guy had installed the   stained glass dome while we had been shopping, I had been quite looking forward to seeing him again up close and personal. I gave him a call and he promised to come back in about six months to inspect the installation, I know I can fit him in.

Things slowed down a little the following week and Tom joined me for breakfast on the Monday morning the work was getting completed at a fast rate and moving in day was approaching fast and would probably be earlier than expected.   Jill rushed in looking totally frazzled.

“I have four trucks arriving in an hour. I have to get things ready.” She moaned as she grabbed a coffee.

“When did you last get fucked Jill.” I asked.

“Three or four months ago.” She smiled looking at me, knowing what was on my mind.

“Can you help her out here Tom?” I asked.  

“My pleasure Boss.” He replied with a big grin on his face as he took Jill’s hand and led her to the sofa.

He prepared the sofa exactly as he had done for me and laid Jill down over the arm, he raised her skirt and pulled her panties down and off with one quick movement. He then got on the floor and introduces his tongue to her labia lips. All I could hear from Jill was gasping noises and then a huge sigh as he got to her clit and twirled it in this mouth for an few minutes, he then put his finger in the honey pot to test for readiness. She was very ready.

Tom stood up and dropping his jeans and wasted no time in prodding Jill’s pussy with his hardness,   Jill’s breathing was gaining speed by the time Tom has sunk deep into her slick love tube. I sat back in my chair watching her grip with cushion so tightly as little tremors went through her body as she approached an orgasm.

  “Fuck me harder you bastard, harder and faster.”   She shouted at Tom.

Tom immediately changed gear and started to slam into her, which brought on her first orgasm and her body and leg were shaking. Tom slowed down for a second to let her come down slightly, then started an unrestrained pace until I heard him sigh, and knew he was near to unloading deep into her. Jill orgasmed again, just as Tom slowed to a stop, her whole body was shaking like a rag doll.

“Leave it inside for a moment.” she called out. “That’s was great, thank you Tom, I really needed that, you are hired.” She said laughing.

They separated and quickly tided themselves up. I took my hand from under my skirt as well, where I had been rubbing myself in time with them.

“I better get off to see my truck unloaded; now I feel renewed.” Jill said laughing.

Tom stayed for another coffee before heading off to work himself. I had some calls to make and I got to work on them, during the morning, I started to feel tired, and a sore throat started, by three o clock that afternoon   I was in bed feeling bad. I woke up and could hear voices talking in the room; I thought I heard Jill so I called out.

“Jill get me something to eat, I am starving.” I called out, still not really wide awake though.

Suddenly David and Jill were lying on the bed hugging me as I woke up. It was then I noticed we were in a hospital room. David and Jill were non-stop talking at me explaining what had happened.

“Stop! I want food I said, I want chocolate.” They all laughed.

Jill saved the day with two chocolate bars from her purse to kill my pangs and they did just that. They continued to tell me I had contracted some type of Legionnaire disease and had been in and out of reality for nearly three weeks. I asked about the house. David said Jill and everybody had been working extra hard on it and it would be ready for me in about a week.   I continued to regain my strength and a week later, I left the hospital ready to go the house open day we had planned.

It was a wonder day as David drove up to the front door of our new house with lots of people to welcome me home. There was the Directors of the company, most of the builders and sub contractors were there, and David had arranged a marquee outside and a catering company to feed everybody. The main contractor and the main subs pushed me around the whole house showing me every exciting detail. It was fabulous far better than I ever thought possible. I made a little speech in the marquee and thanked everybody.

David then took me into the sunroom at the rear, Jill was there with her husband and Tom was in a lounger cracking jokes at my expense, which I loved. I needed a twelve hour chat with Jill but that would have to come later, Jill made a little speech about how happy she was to see me well and burst into tears, with happiness. Tom showed me the lounger he was laying on, he said he had built it especially for me, it was beautifully made in a quality wood with leather cushions. I lifted the cushion and there seemed to be levers and arms fitted in. I looked at Tom with a quizzical look not wanting to ask. He mouthed back.

“It’s a fuck lounger.” I looked at him and gave a nod of understanding, with the biggest smirk on my face.

  “Now I have an announcement for Jane. Since the day you went to the   hospital babe, Jill has taken over every bit of the house being made ready, together with Tom’s help I might add. The company officially owns the house for five years so Jill became the official house manager ever since you became ill, and is now a company employer as is Tom who is responsible for all repairs and maintenance for five years. Jill has also employed another women for domestic help and cleaning services.”

“I looked at Jill and mouthed. “Who?”

She smiled back and mouthed. ”Sam.”My dream team was complete.

David continued saying to me. “You’re the boss here Jane, you crack the whip at the help and make sure they give you satisfaction.” Everybody smiled.

“One last thing before we re-join the main party.” Said Jill, as she passes a white envelope to both David and I. I checked the label ‘ U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services.’   We opened the letter to find our green cards had just arrived. We waved them about, to a loud call of.

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This is a long story coming in installments. Although it has its graphic moments, description of sexual acts and torture, it has a full plot of its own and doesn’t run through it. If you’re offended by strong depictions of domination, slavery and torture I invite you to not read further. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I did in writing it.Elago [email protected]: a visit to RashbeltIn the small town of Rashbelt, the monotonous, quiet struggle for survival had been...

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Minorities Rule Tomorrows America

The world is such a strange place. Seriously. Human beings simply can’t seem to get along. And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the wonders and the horrors that I have seen? My name is Steve. A six-foot-one, big and bulky, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and...

3 years ago
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New America the Suffrage of MenChapter 9 Freedom Force Restoring America

I am James Monroe and the leader and General of the Freedom Force I-II. The I-II in our name stands for the First and Second Amendments of the original Constitution of the United States of America. The organization was created prior to the repeal of III amendment rights so the original name stuck. We do not support nor are we subjected to the laws of the corrupted New America government and fight to bring back the Constitution of our forefathers and that of the United States of...

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Haitians in North America

The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent who has lived in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a decade. I’m heading to Canada in a few days. I’ll stop by Buffalo first to get some things squared away. I’m glad to be leaving the city of Brockton. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism of the city’s white men and white women, especially the civil servants ( librarians, police officers and teachers) is appalling. Also...

3 years ago
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A Family of Men in America

My name is Josh Fernando and I’m a student at Brutus College in Sanford, Maine. Originally, I’m from the Island Nation of Haiti, down in the Caribbean. Cap Haitian is my hometown. I attended College Notre Dame, an all-male private Catholic High School located in Cap. I received a very good education which prepared me for dealing with the world. This year, I moved to America with my father Franklin and brothers Carlos and Jose. For a young brother like myself, this new school and the country...

3 years ago
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Miss Blind America

*Dedicated to Wayne P. over at SOLDG* This is a true* story; all characters and events described are based on factual accounts, although some small portions of dialogue have been altered for dramatic effect. Certain manufacturers or their representatives have paid a substantial fee to, or performed many hours of cunnilingus upon, the author for the shameless promotion of products and services. Any persons who believe this are invited to forward their most recent bank statements, along with a...

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Mens Rights Activist in America

Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I’ve been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I’ve been seeing black men and black women walking a little taller. I think it all has to do with a black man being the President of the United States of America. I could be...

2 years ago
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A Bisexual Arab Man in America

September 11, 2011 is upon us. The day feared by countless Americans and Arabs worldwide. Will some religious nutcase from the Muslim world try something crazy and finally push the United States toward the complete obliteration of the Arab world? Will Arab-Americans be rounded up like Japanese-Americans were during World War Two after the Japanese Imperialists stormed Pearl Harbor? I’m glad the day went peacefully, for more reasons than you can imagine. My name is Djamal Adul-Muqaddim and I...

3 years ago
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New America the Suffrage of MenChapter 1 Formation of New America

Abuse of Power Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely Two well dressed women wearing business suits are escorted into the Oval Office of the Whitehouse and asked to sit on one of the two opposing couches. One woman was Caroline Gates, a petite brunette with very short hair. The other was Megan McConnell a redhead of medium build, with hair of curls reaching her shoulders. Both are dressed in business suits consisting of a white blouse, jacket and matching trousers, and both wearing high heeled...

2 years ago
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Mens Colleges in America

Theodore Malvis is the name. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man who happens to be the hero of this story. Adventure is the nature of my game. Well, that’s my hidden passion, anyway. In my everyday life, I’m a student at Graystone University. It’s a small, private Roman Catholic school located in the small town of Graystone, Kansas. I found out about this school during the second semester of my senior year in high school. Back then, I lived in Boston,Massachusetts. I was a student at...

4 years ago
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A Film that Changed America

Gather around all you young people and let me tell you about a film that changed America. Almost by itself, this one movie took our middle class who were hopelessly mired in the bible belt of the fifties into the swinging seventies and eighties. You see while the youths and the hip people escaped into the sixties, the middle class would not allow itself to make that big of a leap into freedom. Long hair, weird clothes, and drugs among other things would not yet fit into their stalwart...

1 year ago
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Mr and Mrs America

This is a different one for me. No cheating. No elaborate plots. Just a story of appreciating what you have. I’ve been told that happiness is not having everything you want, but wanting what you have. And there is more than one way to betray someone, so here’s a story about that. Edited by my good friend NonetheWiser, who, as usually, takes my drivel and makes it readable. The man truly has the ability to polish a turd and make it shine! It does start with a funeral. Sorry Ohio — I hope it...

3 years ago
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Welcoe To America

So Mary, a good middleclass girl, stuck it out. She stayed with Habib for two years because he was a good provider. He was working sixty-seven hours a week at a eatery on the near-west-side of Indianapolis, and that was a problem because the unskilled lover was almost never a lover at all anymore; and when he was, he smelt of the fish and vinegar that the eatery so famously served. This is where I come in. I was blocked. I had been fighting on a follow up novel to my first novel that had...

3 years ago
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Thank God Roth Chose America

CHAPTER ONE (England) Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. Roth loved whores but so many of them here in London were diseased with pocked-faces. Perhaps he should sail for America where the skies were...

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Welcoe To America

Introduction: A strory about a cheating wife in Indiana Mary Beth Anderson was an all American girl from Indiana. She had roots in Kentucky and all about the American way. She was a single mother of nineteen and had just split up from the father of her child. On a chance encounter with a friend of a friend she met Habib. Habib was a young man from Jordon, slightly older at twenty-four. So needing a change, and Habib was certainly a change from the high school sweetheart who had fathered her...

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Coming to America

The silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant city, Flashing in the sunlight. Nikki couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never seen a city so large, all she could do was look and wonder. Truly America was the land of opportunity, and this strange city called New York only proved beyond doubt that this was so. Growing up in a tiny village in the middle of the huge Kuroz forests of Siberian Russia hadn’t prepared her for a sight like this. Winning the opportunity to come to...

4 years ago
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Nikki Comes To America

Scott was drunk. He’d had a terrible day, and just wanted to loose himself in a funk of alcohol. He was sick at heart, and felt that he just couldn’t take it any more. He knew that he was one of the most success- ful business men in the world, but sometimes everything just seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and drown himself in sorrow for a day or two. It never made him feel better, but he just couldn’t help him- self. He guessed it was his one serious...

1 year ago
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My Korean WifeChapter 2 Middle America

We are in Kansas Toto. From Korea the Army reassigned me to Ft. Riley Kansas, a small base near Manhattan Kansas where Kansas University is located. They sent me over first and my wife, Hae-eu, followed in four months. To say moving to America was a culture shock to my wife was a major understatement. It took her three months just to stop crying. She missed her family and everything Korean. Her home sickness was literally making her ill. By the end of the first year she was beginning to...

1 year ago
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In America

THIS IS NOT TRUE AT ALL. DON'T TAKE SERIOUSLY It was yet another Friday, and Devon was sitting in his last class watching the clock. His teacher handed back the grades from the last debate and Devon, as usual, had gottan a 100%. He began to wonder if being able to convince people to do things would be useful in his high school life. While thinking, his eyes landed upon the new girl, Maria. She had just moved a week ago from Peru. Her skin was a light tan, her hair long and black. Her breasts...

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Strong Men in Modern America

Samuel here. I’ve been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can’t agree on what to make of me. I’m the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints and heroes while they think of men as villains and buffoons. Well, I think villainy is inherently part of both sexes. I also see television...

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Black Zombies Of America

Do you know what it’s like to be hunted? Well, I do. Night after night they come for me. All because of what I am. It’s not easy being a zombie in a world full of humans, folks. I didn’t choose this. It’s not much of a life but it’s all I’ve got. And I’ll be damned if I simply let them take it from me. Here I am, roaming through the woods of rural Massachusetts, being tracked down by men and women with guns, and those damn dogs they use to sniff out my kind. I’m injured, tired and it’s...

3 years ago
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Age of Consent in North America

The ages of consent for sexual activity vary by jurisdiction across North America. Overview ... The age of consent is the age at or above which a person is considered to have the legal capacity to consent to sexual activity. Both partners must be of legal age to give consent, although exceptions may exist when both partners are within a certain number of years in age. Persons below the age of consent may not, by law, give consent, and sexual relations involving such persons may be punished...

1 year ago
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Maricels Shocking Trip to America

The petite young Filipina was on her first trip away from the Philippines as a gift from her parents for graduating from high school with excellent marks.Her parents had decided she was responsible and trustworthy enough to go on her dream vacation to America - alone. Maricel was indeed a very responsible young girl -she stuck to her studies and never went on dates with boys. Today, her 18th birthday, Maricel took a tour bus to see the Blue Ridge Mountains in the state of Georgia. She...

3 years ago
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Horny Sweet Indian Aunty In America

Hello friends, my name is Imran from Detroit Michigan, USA. I want to share my real experience with you guys, please give me your feedback at my email id (). If anybody want to be a friend just reply to my id. I had a lot of sex experience with the my girl friends. This Indian aunty experience, I will not forget in my whole life. I have a 7 inch long and 2.5inch thick size of tool and women definitely love it. Here is the story I used to stay in the Indian community in Michigan Area, In America...

3 years ago
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Letter from America

The letter from America1968Martin White and his wife Sarah were lying in bed .It wasn’t late in fact it was hardly dark but they had decided on an early night.Martin had decided to give “Don Quixote” another chance but his heart just wasn’t in it.Martin let the book tumble from his hand as it made a satisfying “clump” on the bedroom carpet ……“Fuck it” said Martin “I’ve seen the movie , why do I bother” ?Martin was typically English if there is...

1 year ago
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To America

To America A Short Story Sequel to "From Russia" inspired by a Captioned Image By Maryanne Peters Jana's Story "It's OK honey," said John, holding Jana close and stroking her long blonde hair. "We can take steps. We can go to a fertility specialist. It could be me - lack of sperm. I am so much older than you." "It's not you John, it's me," she whimpered. "You don't know that." "I do," she said. "I know it for sure. I can never have children. You see, John, I haven't...

2 years ago
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EK SACHI KAHANI FROM AMERICA

HI TO ALL ISS READERS. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. FIRST OF ALL I WANNA TELL U PPL THAT I AM FROM USA(NEWYORK) AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR LIKE 7 YRS. my name is jeetu. i’m a punjabi munda 5’9″ tall average body. i know readin in english story doesnt give any feelin so im going 2 tell my story in pure hindi. AND GUYS PLEASE DON FORGET 2 REPLY ME THT HOW DID U LIKE THE STORY. MY EMAIL IS OK NOW LETS GO 2 STORY.. Jaise ke maine aapko bataya ke main USA main rehta hun 7 saal se par fir bhi main american...

3 years ago
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When in America

There is a proverb that says “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”. Likewise, when in America, do as the Americans do. And what do the Americans do? Eat, drink and be merry. In my 1 year in America, I did the eating and drinking. But it’s in making merry, that I got stuck up a bit. It was in the top of my mind that making merry is precisely what I want to do when I shift from my previous project at Jersey City to my new project at the outskirts of New Jersey. The office was far from where I was...

2 years ago
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Mr and Mrs America

We watched the casket go into the hole, sinking slowly out of sight to where, presumably, the conveyer belt took it to the ovens. Somber music played, Bach Suite No. 6 I think, I wasn't really paying that much attention. Strangely, I suddenly wondered why Mike hadn't taken care of the music himself. He was an organized guy – he had to be, details were everything in his life – so why hadn't he sorted this out? Or, maybe he had? Maybe we were listening to his selections. If that were true, I...

2 years ago
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Medarchy of America

It is strange that it only took a single generation under a new system of healthcare to spawn the new nation of "Medarchy of America" or M.O.A. It lies nestled in the heartland of the original lower 48 like a beacon of reason in a convoluted world. The East Coast was another story entirely with constant struggles to contain urban unrest and dwindling white populations all heading west to the heartland and M.O.A. The old U.S.A. structure was still hanging on in Washington D.C. like some...

1 year ago
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Voyage to America

Note : This story is completely fictional! Angus Finnegan and his Eileen were on their way to America, having left Belfast some weeks before. On the same ship were Declan and Dana O'Keefe, a brother and sister who were lovers, although they did not advertise that fact. Angus was a widower, with his wife, for whom Eileen was named, having died in childbirth with her, and he was leaving Ireland to avoid the Potato Famine of 1849. Declan and Dana were orphans, who had escaped from a Catholic...

Incest
3 years ago
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Daris Hilton Hates Ms Americana

Hi guys, first I have to say the main character is not anyway related to a certain hotel heiress that is sitting in a cell rat Hi guys, first I have to say the main character is not anyway related to a certain hotel heiress that is sitting in a cell rather than by pool. That would be wrong?Daris is a creation of my own. Ms Americana belongs to Mr. X. I hope you like this ENTIRELY FICTIONAL STORY. [email protected] If you are a minor, you shouldn?t be reading this story since...

2 years ago
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The Mens Movement in America

My name is Steve Maverick. A big and tall, reasonably good-looking young black man living in the great state of Massachusetts. I’m a rather unusual character. A man with many hobbies and interests. I like to write erotic fiction stories. I like to travel to different cities and meet new people. I’m kind of adventurous. Oh, and I’ve been called paranoid but whatever. So what if I don’t believe that every random man and woman I meet is nice? The world is full of psychos. Psycho men and psycho...

4 years ago
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Mens Rights Activism in America

The name is Gina. And I’ve got a secret to share with you. Oh, man. I don’t know if I can do this. This is one of womankind’s deepest secrets. The sisterhood might want my head if they found out I told on them. But I don’t care anymore. I’ve found a wonderful man who loves me. And I don’t care what the sisterhood says or does anymore. I’m an independent woman, free to love whoever I choose and screw however I damn well please. End of story. Womankind has many secrets which baffle even the...

2 years ago
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Racist White Women in America

My name is Sabrina Steelman. I’m a tall young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And I am deeply saddened by the state of the affairs between men and women in the Black Community. The year is 2009. A Black man is President of the United States of America. A Black man is Governor of New York. A Black man is Governor of Massachusetts. There are Black men and Black women representing various states as in the Halls of Congress. Both Republicans and Democrats. Yet there have...

1 year ago
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Dogging comes to America

I thought about my own past of years before when I was a single male traveling around the country. I was never in one place long enough to meet the nice girls. I also went into the army at fifteen and my formative years were spent learning how to kill other human beings. For sex I found it expedient to visit adult bookstores and adult movies where guy always gave me a blow job. I actually earned a little cash this way. One night I sucked my first cock and from then on I was hooked. For...

2 years ago
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Mei Suk Yoos First Trip to America

Mei awoke naked in the hotel room. She liked to sleep naked when visiting an exotic locale. This was her first business trip to America. Having just arrived the night before from Shanghai, Mei suffered from serious jet lag. Also, she was a bit grumpy because her bags had gotten lost but luckily, she still had her carry-on suit bag. She was here to make a sales presentation to a local group of Chinese merchants. Mei hoped the merchants spoke Mandarin because her English was confined to a...

1 year ago
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Slavery in America

In a not so distant future, race relations in the United States have taken a drastic turn for the worse. Repeated, unceasing race riots plagued all the major cities. Looters roamed the streets for years straight. Government employees were continually assaulted or even killed, businesses ceased to function, the complete collapse of society was imminent. In desperation, and as a response to growing racially prejudiced sentiment in this new America, an emergency Constitutional Amendment was passed...

Interracial
3 years ago
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Nina In America

I sat at baggage claim, logged into CHYOA like an idiot. I had wanted to write more, but instead I was reading Nina's Adventures by Inked. My manhood raged inside of my jeans as I waited. I couldn't go to the bathroom because the flight would land any minute. As if on cue, the arrival/departure board flipped to show the plane I had been waiting on had landed. My guest was here. I stood up holding a sign that said LeoKnowsBest. Even still, I noticed her before she noticed me. She had on rock...

Fetish
3 years ago
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My First Bisexual Experience In America

I have always been curious, for as long as I have seen my first porn movie. I love eating pussy for hours…but the more porn i watched…more i got curious about how the cock would feel in mouth since the actresses seem to devour it in haste… As the months and days went by…i never took any action on my part to make any of this real… Even after I came to US, I had kept this curiosity to myself for years…and one year…I was alone home as my GF went to visit her parents…after few weeks of staying...

Gay Male
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My great experience with my student in america

Hi, I’m John from Bombay. When we were growing up in Chembur, Bombay we Had lots of fun with Kamvaali baais and these are fond memories now. This story is about my sexual adventures in America back in the late 80’s When I came here to study. I came to the University of Kentucky to study my Computer Engineering and lived with An Indian family to cut down on my rent. This as a middle aged couple and they Had a 19 year old daughter. As time went by I became very good friends with all of them And...

Incest
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Sex in United States of America

Hello Friends I read many stories here and I really liked every one of them and this gave me courage to share my experiences with all of you. This is my 6th story. Now let me tell u about myself I am 26 male from Hyderabad (India). This is the story when I visited America I am good looking, 5.9 ” Height, 67 Kgs Weight, 7 ” rod. My name is Gold Guy (Name Changer). I would like to share my story. This happened when I moved to New York city for my first job. I was doing Masters earlier in a...

3 years ago
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The Patriarchy of America

Story inspired by Tales From The Odeipal Zone How it all began In twenty-first-century America, a group of the nation's most wealthy young men came together under a common belief that the best state of humanity's existence was under a patriarchal society. But not just any type of patriarchy, but thee Patriarchy. The Patriarchy was a social system that extended beyond the typical forms of past patriarchies. But to achieve such a state in society would require an unabundant amount of change that...

2 years ago
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The Grim ReaperChapter 36 The Concert for America

July 4, 2006 The day after I got back to Anaconda Three, things began to get complicated. Major Duckworth and Captain Vernier flew in on a Blackhawk early in the morning and immediately went to see Lieutenant Southerland. I didn’t see them, but everybody knew that the captain had flown in with a major nobody had seen before. You always tried to keep track of where the officers were, if for no other reason than to get ready for whatever nutty idea they came up with next. It was universally...

2 years ago
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Fifteen Forever Girls from Outer SpaceChapter 12 America

Strawberry pancakes and maple syrup! What a thing to have for breakfast! Epic. It was incredibly serious why they were here, but Grace couldn’t help being excited. San Francisco. America. This huge hotel with all glass and so much space, including a huge swimming pool that she’d had a swim in already with Mia. It was true: everything WAS bigger over here. She was looking forward to driving down to Mountain View in their dark red ‘rental’. She played with pronouncing it ‘rennle’ in her head....

1 year ago
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Adventures of a Chinese Girl in America

I came to this country without any ideo of what sex was. I was 18 years old. I known that that sounds awful, but my parents made very sure that my sister Ching and I led a sheltered life while we lived in China. Well, they didn't care so much about me; you see, Ching was always their favorite. She was always the beautiful one, one year older and with the most perfect body you could imagine. Her breasts, thighs, legs, everything was perfect; guys would come to see her in China, but quickly...

Bisexual
2 years ago
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The Rain Festival in Pre Conquest America

“Eyewitness History: Essays in Contemporary Pre-Conquest Literature” November 201-- Journal of Pre-Conquest Studies University of -- Xóchitl Ana María Ferguson, Ph.D., Editor EDITOR’S NOTE: This is one of a series of papers the Journal presents for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. Every effort has been made to verify the authenticity of alleged contemporary accounts. While the authenticity of the document itself presented here is not in doubt,...

2 years ago
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PromiseChapter 7 The Rain Festival in PreConquest America

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is one of a series of papers the Journal presents for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. Every effort has been made to verify the authenticity of alleged contemporary accounts. While the authenticity of the document itself presented here is not in doubt, i.e., that it was written at or around the date of the activities it describes, the events chronicled therein are at significant variance from other sources and contemporary...

1 year ago
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Americass

I’m going to be frank with you mother fuckers. I have reviewed an enormous amount of sites on ThePornDude. Take a look for yourself if you don’t fucking believe me!I’ve seen sites with all kinds of names. So when I say that Americass may just be one of the best names for a porn site that I have ever come across, you know that’s saying something substantial. But a good name is one thing. What really matters is the content. And as quality as Americass’ name may be, the number of videos available...

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America

(Author’s note. This is a puzzle. If you can’t figure out who it’s about it won’t make a lot of sense. I’ll post an explanation in feedback in a few days if nobody else does.) April 3rd, 1968 The room is quite without character. It’s clean, though not clinically so. It’s tidy, but it’s hard to arrange one table, one ashtray and two chairs in an untidy manner. The walls were painted recently and, except for a large mirror, they’re quite bare. There is no window and the door is locked. The...

1 year ago
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Black Family Rules America

In this cold and uncertain world, life is beyond difficult. For some more than others. Lately, I feel like the universe has been kicking our collective asses. Men and women, Blacks and Whites, straights and gays. We’re all feeling the pinch in this horrible economy. The world has turned upside down and most of us feel that there’s very little we can do. What can we do to hold back the chaos which invades our lives? My name is Jacques Simon. I’m a Haitian-American police officer living in the...

2 years ago
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Middle America

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I'd usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only child until my little brother was born when I was in the sixth grade. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin...

2 years ago
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Lost in America

This is about a very unfortunate incident that happened soon after her arrival. On this stormy summer Tuesday she had taken the bus out of town to see about a job she had heard about from the counselor at the Chinese cultural centre. The ticket agent had written down that she should get off the bus at the fourth stop. This would have worked perfectly well had she got on the right bus. Amazing how much difference one or two letters in a name can make. She wound up on a bus heading into the...

2 years ago
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DesiIndian Wifes debauchery in America

I went to the desi party in the block around 7 PM on March 2012 in South Brunswick Manor Community, in New Jersey. It was a holi party hosted by the good Indian folks residing there. All residents and guests were invited. The crowd turnout was quite a large, considering it was a week night. Since it’s been a while the last time I played holi, it was in Bombay, when I was 17 years old, I didn’t know what to wear. So I decided on a white tee, which showed my muscles and pecks. I am 5’10’ in...

2 years ago
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Agent Hooters vs corporate America

A man in a perfectly tailored suit leans back in his leather armchair. He picks up a thin dossier from the solid oak-desk in front of him. It says "Report on Secret Agent Anna Smith" on the front page. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens. A stunningly beautiful blonde woman is stretched out on the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The first thing he notices is her amazing body, tall and slim with long legs and...

1 year ago
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the new FFA Future Farmers of America

Now students we are all adults here. Depending on your final field of study you may be required to do this from time to time. Now I want you to get into your teams. 2 female and 1 male to each team. One of the females is to come up her and gets the specimen cup and the other female gets the other supplies. The male is to remove their cloths and get on the table on their hands and knees.Very good. Now I want each female to put on a pair of gloves. Now each of you know the normal ways of...

1 year ago
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Middle America

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I'd usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only c***d until my little brother was born when I was going into middle school. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin...

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On any Given Sunday in America

sex attitudes in the 70s were far more stoic than today...no internet or vhs porn to corrupt,educate and emulate. Hell, in Canada porn was i*****l so going across the US line was common with desperate pervs. Since the archaic laws kept bars closed Sundays, and football rhymes with beer, road trips were social events and regularThis trip my girlfriend and a couple went, getting rel loaded...so drunk that when noticing a porn cinema on the way home, the couple insisted we go watch the movie,...

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