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Joan was an executive lady at the age of 42 and never
been married. She was totally successful in her
business life but at a cost of social life. She had no
sex life at all. Her young secretary Lucy said she was
always too tight and gave an address to a nightclub she
said would help her loosen up. She liked Lucy but at
the time she just stuck it in a drawer and ignored it.
Today however, she was really tired of work and didn’t
want to go home for another sandwich and TV so she
decided to stop by and check it out.

The place was a total dump with a sign on front Mama
Pet House. She knew it must be some kinds of a strip
tease show but since she had driven this far, she just
as well get a drink before heading home. As she entered
the bar, she noticed that most everyone there was women
of all color and age. She had a bad feeling that it
might be a lesbian bar and would have to curse Lucy
when she get back.

She found a stool at the bar and asked for a drink as
an old woman in her older 50s came over and pour her
one. She noticed several women had their shirts or
dresses pulled up and hands were moving underneath them
as she looked around. There was female kissing and
fondling as she found herself getting excited at the
sight she would have thought taboo earlier. She was not
a lesbian but the sight was arousing anyway.

A young blond girl in her mid twenties sat down beside
her and she noticed she was very attractive. She was
wearing a short skirt and blouse, which displayed her
tits, which she tried to ignore.

“Hi,” said the girl. “My name Melissa.”

“Hi Melissa,” replied Joan. “I’m Joan. Good to meet
you.”

“Well Joan,” said Melissa, “are you a bottom or a top?
I bet you’re a bottom and I would love to dominate you
myself.”

Joan unaware of the terms got the message that Melissa
thought she was gay and told her she had just dropped
in for a drink and didn’t get into such things as this.
She told her after this drink I am going home.

“I bet your wet,” said Melissa and before Joan could
object she felt her hand go between her legs and touch
her pussy. “I knew it she said with a smile on her
face.”

Joan stunned by the hand didn’t say anything as Melissa
fingers had found her wet spot and was rubbing her
clit. It felt so good and she couldn’t stop it as she
spread her legs wider for more access. Sweat was
forming on her face as the hand found her rose spot and
started stroking it. She knew what she was doing with
her hand and it was driving her clit wild in
excitement. Her breathing was becoming harder as she
felt a thrill she hadn’t felt in years.

She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t force herself to
tell her to remove it. She closed her eyes as she felt
Melissa unbuttoning the top of her blouse and pulling
it apart to expose her large breasts. She could hear
the others in the room in the background but the hand
in her cunt and other on her nipple was turning her so
much she didn’t care. Her bra fell off as Melissa was
pulling on her nipple.

“Tell me you want to be my slut tonight whore.” Melissa
tweaked her nipple to get her meaning across. “I want
to hear you beg you old slut.”

“Yes,” replied Joan. “Make me your whore. Please don’t
quit now. I need it bad.”

She felt a hard slap to her face from the hand that was
on her tit.

“Stand up and undress you old bitch.” Melissa demanded.

“Please not here there are others watching. Anywhere
else is fine,” she replied as she felt a second slap to
her face.

“Shut up slut and undress now.” Melissa demanded again.

Joan got off the stool in total surprise at how this
young girl had dominated her so easy. She didn’t have
the will to resist as she removed the rest of her
blouse and then pulled her skirt down and stepped out.
She stepped out of her heels.

“Remove the slip and panties too,” demanded Melissa
looking her down.

Slowly Joan removed her skirt and closing her eyes
lowered her panties down to her knees and then stepped
out of them. She could hear whistles in back and name-
calling but she ignored them and stood in front of the
girl half in age totally naked with others looking at
her. She didn’t dare look elsewhere as she knew her
face was totally red in embarrassment.

Melissa picked up her half empty glass and threw her
drink on her tits.

“On your knees slut in front of my stool.” She yelled
at her.

Joan dropped to her knees in front as Melissa spread
her legs exposing her bare pussy in front of her face.
She had never made love to a woman before but couldn’t
help but stare at her pussy in lust. She wanted her
face so bad in there.

“Lick my cunt slave and it better be good.” Melissa
commanded her.

Joan leaned forward and put her face in the young girl
pussy and started lapping at her clit. She tried to
lick as she would want someone to do her and hoped it
would be enough to please the young mistress. Her own
pussy was soaking wet and noticed that Melissa was also
as she continued her tonguing of it. There seem to be
other events behind her going on but at present all she
could think about was licking the cunt in front of her.

Finally she felt Melissa come and then a foot on her
shoulder pushed her on her back on the bar floor. She
looked up around the room and saw some of what she had
heard earlier. There were women totally naked around
her. Some were being spanked. Some was licking their
mistresses asses, pussies, or tits and even some
getting an enema. She was still watching when Melissa
kicked her between her legs causing her to yell out in
pain.

“On your hand and knees slut. I’m going to ride that
ass of yours.” Melissa directed.

Joan got up and turned on her hands and knees as she
had seen a woman do seconds earlier. Her will to resist
was gone and replace with the need to come. She felt
Melissa weight on her back and her hair being pulled by
the roots upwards. A hard slap on her ass and a command
to crawl got her started across the bar. Several women
made lewd comments as she passed wanting a turn with
her latter but Melissa would tell them she was hers for
the moment and maybe later. Her continued swats on her
ass kept her moving till they returned to the bar and
Melissa got off.

“Is my slut thirsty again?” Melissa asked.

“Yes mistress. Slut needs a drink.” Joan gasped in
relief.

“Bend over the barstool slut on your stomach. Mabel.”
Melissa turned to the older woman; give me that small
sample bottom of Scotch over there.

The older woman gave her the bottle as Melissa walked
behind Joan to her surprise and place the bottom at the
entrance of her asshole.

“Tell me to fill you up slut. Tell me to shove this
bottle up your big ass.”

Melissa laughed.

“Please mistress,” cried Joan, “shove it up my ass.”

Joan felt the bottle driving sliding up her ass as she
tried to relax her muscles to keep from breaking it.
Liquid was pouring into her bowels as if she was
receiving an enema. When it emptied out, the bottle was
removed.

“You better hold that in while I slap your ass slut,”
said Melissa behind her as the first slap hit her ass
and she screamed from the pain. She held her ass
clenched as she could fighting the urge to take a dump
while the slaps were being applied. She was in tears
and totally humiliated at being spanked as if she was a
c***d.

“Do my slut need to go to the bathroom. Ask me for
permission slut.” Melissa remarked.

“Please mistress. I need to go to the bathroom.” Joan
cried out in desperation. “Please mistress. I can’t
hold it any longer.” Tears were rolling from her face
as she awaited the answer.

“Go to the john slut but you better be clean when you
get back.” Melissa replied to her relief.

Joan waddled to the restroom trying to hold her ass
tight with her hand. Several stalls were already
occupied with women doing lewd acts in them as she went
by fast to find the empty one. She sat and relieved
herself as she felt her first climax for the night.

Damn, the girl had made her cum without even a cock in
her pussy. She cleaned up as best as she could and used
the sink to make sure. She saw one lady face shoved in
a john while her mistress was striking her ass with a
short strap of some kind. She didn’t want to go through
that as she walked back in the bar room and saw Melissa
still sitting on a stool.

Melissa called her over and told her to sit on the
stool beside her. A drink was already on the bar.

“Drink up slut,” demanded Melissa.

Joan took the drink and tried to down it in one gulp in
her excitement. The taste was salty as she realized she
had just drink pee. She almost choked as she saw
Melissa smiling face to her side.

“Drink it all slut.” Melissa whispered in her ear.

Trying to keep from throwing up, Joan drank the rest of
the drink in one swallow and held her breath to prevent
it from coming back out.

“You better get use to the taste slut,” said Melissa
reaching behind her and goosing her ass. “I have great
plans for you.” She reached her hand in back and worked
it on her clit again while she sat on the stool. She
couldn’t help from wiggling her ass allowing her more
access to it.

“Such a good little slut,” smiled Melissa. “You love to
have your pussy rubbed don’t you?”

“Yes mistress,” Joan pleaded. “Please rub my slut
pussy.”

Joan was totally embarrassed. She was in her mid 40s
sitting naked on a bar stool with her ass over the back
edge and a young girl fingering her pussy from behind.
She just couldn’t move. This girl had total control of
her body as she wiggled her ass to allow more access in
back.

Melissa, I see you have another big ass slave and it
didn’t take you long either.

Joan recognized the voice and froze. It was Lucy her
secretary. She tried to hide her face.

“Well I’ll be darned if it isn’t Mrs. Cartel,” laughed
Lucy. “Melissa this is the bitch boss I’ve been telling
you about for months. And here she is all naked at your
command. I can’t wait to spank that ass of hers. Do you
know Joan that Melissa and me are roommates and we
share our slaves?”

She pinched Joan on the ass and sat on the other side
of her as Joan tried to look forward only.

“If I knew she was your boss Lucy, I would have had her
fuck her ass with a bottle on the counter,” smiled
Melissa. “I’ll be more than happy to share her fat ass
with you anytime you want.”

Joan face was totally red from the way the girls were
talking about her. She felt Lucy reached in back and
then a finger at her anus opening. Soon it was shoved
in as she moaned from the excitement.

“I always thought she was a tight ass,” announced Lucy,
“but I guess I was wrong. You can drive a truck up this
asshole. Why don’t we take her to the bathroom Melissa?
You know what I like to do too our new slaves.”

“Why not,” agreed Melissa, removing her hand and
demanding Joan get up.

Joan had seen things there and didn’t want to go back
as she pleaded with Melissa and Lucy not to go. Lucy
grabbed her right ass cheek in a tight grip and pushed
her forward marching her in. They found a stall not
being used and Melissa demanded she get on her knees in
front of it. Raising her lid, she demanded Joan put her
head in. Joan was crying but did as told as Melissa
lowered the lid back down on the top of her head.

“Warm that big butt of hers up while I get ready” said
Lucy. “I want to see those bumps on her ass bright
red.”

Melissa started swatting Joan ass as she tried
desperately to keep her face out of the water. Her hair
was already wet and several times the slaps were so
hard her face plunged in. Finally it ceased and she
thought she had a moment to relax when she felt
something cold and wide at her asshole. She realized
immediately what it was and tired to get up only to
find Melissa had a tight hold on the john lid pinning
her down.

The dildo entered her virgin asshole as she screamed
from the pain. Her face plunged in the water
momentarily and came up only to have the dildo plunge
farther up her butt. Her asshole was on fire from the
onslaught as she tried to yell for mercy only to have
your face plunge in and out the water by the push of
the dildo by Lucy in back.

“I always wanted to shove something in your ass she was
yelling behind.” Lucy yelled out loud. “Take this
bitch.”

Joan face went deep in the water of the john as the
dildo pushed all the way in her ass. She tried to yell
but water filled her mouth cutting her off. Finally it
withdrew as she gasped for air and started working it
way in and out slowly as she started getting
accomplished to it for one. It was finally starting to
feel good as she felt her body reacting to it and her
butt pushing back in anticipation.

Melissa sensing she was enjoying it got up and squatted
over the john and started peeing on the back of her
hair.

Joan was close to cumming when she felt the pee and
cried out. The smell was strong and it stopped her from
cumming. She felt the dildo withdraw as soon as Melissa
was finished.

“Slut wash you face and hair before you come back out.”
Melissa laughed. “It better be good. We are going to
take you back to the apartment tonight and have some
fun with you.”

She heard both leave her in her humiliated and
frustrated position. She raised the lid of the john and
removed her head. As she turned around several women
had witness the event and her face blushed bright red
as she tried to stand up and walk to the sink to clean
up.

Several women were making lewd comments about her and
what they would like to do with her. She hurried as
fast as she could leaving her wet hair hanging down
uncombed to get out of there fast. She practically ran
out the toilet and into the bar with head low to keep
from seeing anyone.

Melissa got off her bar stool as she arrived and
grabbed her wet hair in one hand.

“Come with us slut,” she said pulling her alone by the
hair.

Lucy had gotten in back and was slapping her ass while
she walked with Melissa.

She was their slut now and there was no escape from the
feeling deep inside. She would do whatever they told
her. Others were watching as she was led out naked to
the parking lot.

“Should we get her car,” said Lucy.

“Nah, leave it here.” Melissa replied. “We’ll drop her
off tomorrow before work to pick it up.”

They led her to Melissa car as Melissa got in to drive
and Lucy and Joan got in back. As soon as they were in,
Lucy pulled her skirt back and grabbed her head pulling
it down to her snatch.

“Lick my clit cunt.” She yelled at her. “I better come
before we get there if you want any skin left on that
fat ass of yours.”

Joan started licking as if her life depended on it. She
knew people passing back could see her ass in the
window but right now she better please her mistresses
or she may not have one left. She worked her tongue
fast on Lucy smelly pussy hoping to get her off fast.
The bumps in the road drove her nose deep in her mound
as she continued.

She smiled as she felt her cum in triumph only to have
Lucy move sideways in the seat and tell her to tongue
her ass since she got done early. Disappointed she
started working her tongue around her asshole and then
inside. She hoped they would get there soon. Her pussy
was on fire. She wanted to be their slut. It was an
executive decision.

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Melissa punched in as usual for her day job, yawning in spite of the energy drinks that she guzzled to stay alert. Her other profession was an open secret, but as long as it didn't interfere with her performance at this one, none of her supervisors would take any notice of it. She was popular with many of her colleagues, after all. There were exceptions, of course. Crystal, for example, hated Melissa. She viewed blondes like her as the deadly enemy of the rest of womankind. Heather had a...

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melissa

Melissa grew up in Baghdad by the Bay (San Francisco). She had a normal c***dhood, all the normal sc****s, bruises, victories and disappointments. The geography of San Francisco eliminates back yards and playing with wagons and bicycles as a c***d because the hills are so steep. The climate is cold and damp enough to require everyone to dress up more. Hairstyles suffer because thick hair goes straight and fine hair curls up. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area than any other area...

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melissa

Melissa grew up in Baghdad by the Bay (San Francisco).She had a normal c***dhood, all the normal sc****s, bruises,victories and disappointments. The geography of SanFrancisco eliminates back yards and playing with wagons andbicycles as a c***d because the hills are so steep. The climate iscold and damp enough to require everyone to dress up more.Hairstyles suffer because thick hair goes straight and fine haircurls up. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area thanany other area of...

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My Sweet Melissa

I’ve been sitting here crying for the last few hours. I know a man isn’t supposed to cry but I just can’t help myself. You see I love my wife very much. I love her with every fiber of my being and that is why I can’t understand why I make her do what I do. I met Melissa my junior year in college. She was just a freshman and we met at a fraternity mixer. I saw her the moment she came through the door. She had an innocence and a vulnerability that made we want to hug her...

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Strawberries For BreakfastChapter 2 Melissa

I love crystal glasses. The sound of crisp clear ice cubes ringing into a tall, heavy-bottomed cut-glass tumbler is as sensuous as nylon-covered legs whispering against each other. The feeling is rendered even more delightful on a sunny Saturday afternoon fresh from a round of golf. The pristine sound of ice dropping into a glass on this particular afternoon was overwhelmed by a staccato of conflicting sounds. Garage door opening, car driving in, garage door going down, all heard through a...

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Ben and Melissa

Ben Holden fumbled with his key ring as he exited the building where he was a paralegal for Milford and Saxe. He had thought to go directly home, but was eyeing the donut shop across the street. It was 6:00AM and he was flat burned out and hungry. He'd been up all night with some of the rest of the M&S high priced staff preparing documents and making last minute calls overseas for the firm's top litigator Dirk Grimes. To say it had been a long night would be an understatement of heroic...

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My Sweet Melissa

  I've been sitting here crying for the last few hours.  I know a man isn't supposed to cry but I just can't help myself.  You see I love my wife very much.  I love her with every fiber of my being and that is why I can't understand why I make her do what I do.    I met Melissa my junior year in college.  She was just a freshman and we met at a fraternity mixer.  I saw her the moment she came through the door.  She had an innocence and a vulnerability that made we want to hug her and protect...

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Cum cover Melissa

"Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" Melissa Miller urged the man sprawled on top of her as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. "Make me cum! Make me cum!" Jay Wood was in no hurry to reach that point, admirable though it was. To do what she wanted, he would have to keep fucking Mellie until she was close to an orgasm and he was also ready to cum. Then, at the right instant, he would yank his cock from her pussy and finish by stroking it with his hand until he sprayed his semen on her face. That...

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Stranded with Melissa

Melissa made her way through the thick foliage and found herself at the edge of a pristine lake, the gorgeous crystal water surrounded by a clearing of soft deep green moss. Shaking, she removed her clothing and, taking a step up onto a rock that bordered the waters, dove in to the cold haven, shivering at its icy temperature. Floating in the water, she let her outer protectiveness melt away and began to sob. It was hard to believe the plane had crashed over 3 days ago. It felt like just...

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SequelChapter 14 Virginia and Melissa

"You no good fucking cunt! How dare you?" I'm rarely that loud. I had rung Melissa's bell, perhaps a little too insistently, but I didn't think so. After the Venetian blinds rustled at the window alongside the door, it had opened to reveal Melissa Johnson, with her grandmother standing near her. Her eyebrows went up and her mouth opened when she heard my opening tirade but she said nothing. Emily reacted in similar fashion. Melissa looked past me to note that I was alone, then spoke...

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Christopher and Melissa

Christopher Richman. He was without a doubt the most irascible, intractable man she had ever known. Why else would he persecute her so, skulking around her stage door, always with that same amused smile lifting the corners of his immaculately trimmed mustache? They’d hardly spoken in over a year, so what had excited this new attention, this grand patronizing between the dark, dusty curtains of Booth’s Theatre? Why her, why now, she wondered, as night after night she recovered from the...

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melissa

This story took place a few years ago when I was 18. Up until that day, I had thought I was just a normal girl with an average heterosexual sex drive but it all goes to prove that if you allow yourself not to be tied to what is considered normal, then, anything can and will happen. My name is Joanna, I’m from central England, I’m about 5’6 tall, with shoulder length dark hair, hazel or green eyes, an English size 10 in clothes, with 34 ‘b’ cup boobs. I was on holiday in West Australia,...

1 year ago
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Melissa

I have written this quickly because I just have to get it out and I am horny and find it difficult to type while masturbating. One hand typing is not easy!I took a trip to a small town called Lillooet. There is a gorgeous lake called Seton where I spent all day Saturday of my visit soaking up the sun and enjoying the views. One view that I really enjoyed was a young First Nation girl who was beating the heat while swimming in the cool water. I watched her for a while, she appeared around 18...

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melissa

This story took place a few years ago when I was 18. Up until that day, I had thought I was just a normal girl with an average heterosexual sex drive but it all goes to prove that if you allow yourself not to be tied to what is considered normal, then, anything can and will happen. My name is Joanna, I'm from central England, I'm about 5'6 tall, with shoulder length dark hair, hazel or green eyes, an English size 10 in clothes, with 34 'b' cup boobs. I was on holiday in West Australia,...

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How I Met Melissa

Chapter 1 It had been a long and frustrating day at my stand in the vast exhibition hall, lots of enquiries but not one firm order! I'd counted at least fourteen invitations to dinner, twelve requests for a drink that evening and at least two blatant, "come with me and I'll show you a good time" offers. I'd responded to the second one from a middle aged man with a paunch that looked like he was pregnant by asking politely, "Why, is there someone else coming?" Jenny, the girl on the...

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Anal fun with Melissa

Melissa and I had become firm friends, you could even say we had become boyfriend and girlfriend. I had just turned eighteen and we spent most of our spare time together. Our parents seemed thrilled that their children seemed to get on so well. We had started messing about more often and had sex a few times. She loved to tease me and we often ended up having sex. Most of the time we hung out my parents were out. This time was different, my parents were just downstairs. We were sitting in my...

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Holly and Melissa

This is Holly. I'm 19 years old, married and kind of sheltered in my husband's world. Last week my husband went out of town and I slumbered up for 5 days with my girlfriend Melissa. She's also married. Her husband is off fighting the war in Afghanistan. That's me sitting on her husband's bed. Oh, and I should say off the top that, yes, Melissa and I have made up after she betrayed my trust and told my husband that I had dumped his cum in her pussy. My husband made my life miserable after...

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Mel stands for Melissa

'Mel stands for Melissa' I could tell this plump, chubby cutie was just starved for attention - sitting there at the bar in a tight fitting skirt - edge of her pink thong clearly visible - black thigh-high nylons with her legs crossed. She had glanced over at us a few times, smiling and looking away - tending her drink, which looked like a tequilla sunrise. The bar was mostly empty that time of night around closing time - and my two buddies and I only shared a few...

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How i met Melissa

 Chapter 1It had been a long and frustrating day at my stand in the vast exhibition hall, lots of enquiries but not one firm order!I'd counted at least fourteen invitations to dinner, twelve requests for a drink that evening and at least two blatant, "come with me and I'll show you a good time." offers.I'd responded to the second one from a middle aged man with a paunch that looked like he was pregnant by asking politely, "Why? Is there someone else coming?"Jenny, the girl on the next stand to...

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The horny old Melissa

Melissa who's old enough to be my mother, I always thought she was an austere lady, evaluating by the non-pornographic sites she attends. I thought she was a woman of the kind who goes to church, and about sex she would be a lady who only fucks with her husband but with lights off and dressing her blue sleeping shirt up to her feet. In fact, Melissa was exactly the opposite of all of these pubic woman conjectures, and I found that in a curious way.I was working as a plumber when I was called to...

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Melissa

For four months now we had been going out, and I knew that she was the one. Melissa was her name, although I called her Lissa. I was dating the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes upon - shoulder length deep brown hair, auburn eyes, a slender and delicate body. It was late, and we were cuddled together on my couch watching reruns of the old comedy series Get Smart. I asked her if she wanted anything in the kitchen, she replied no, but I went up and started striding toward the kitchen...

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Memorable Birthday of Melissa

Melissa, who was a student. She had a good looking appearance with black hair, standard body and pretty face. She was sitting in her class, listened to the teacher talk about Math. However, her’s mind thought about something else. That day was her birthday,which she reached the age of 19. She was unimaginable thoughts about the event she did on her birthday, that was her secret. “ Mrs. Susan “ , Melissa said. “Melissa, don’t you understand anything ?” The teacher asked. “ I’m tired, I want to...

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Helping Melissa

Chapter 1 Growing up, I had an older cousin, Hank, who taught me some things about life. Maybe not the meaning of life and all that but, well, he taught me about sex. Since I'm a guy, named Richard by my parents, but, of course, called Dick or Dickhead, or Dickwad or Dickbag, or Dickbeater, or Dicklick, oh, you get the picture, you may wonder but Hank and I were and are straight. There was never any stuff going on between us even though he was the one that first told me about masturbation. I...

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Exgf Melissa

Working on an ambulance provided me with an opportunity to get lots of women into bed. I'm not saying that working on an ambulance is cool (it wasn't), and I'm not implying that I walked around with a hero complex (I didn't) - it was just that I constantly came into contact with hot female nurses, doctors, paramedics, respiratory therapists, ER techs, etc., so there were a lot of fish in that particular sea. This is a story of a girl whom I dated for a short period of time. I'd been...

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Confessions of a BoyToy Part 14 Veronica Melissa

This episode deserves a brief setup. If you have been following the Boy Toy series, you know who the women are. If this is a new read for you, this will be helpful. Veronica is my wife of 30 years now. She is, was, the niece by marriage to Melissa Thompson. She is the only niece or nephew of any form to Melissa Thompson. Even though not blood related, Melissa still took her under her wing and treated her like a daughter- niece -employee- friend…if that makes any sense at all. Melissa...

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My Last Morning With Melissa

Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore. Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the...

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Finishing Melissa

Finishing Melissa By Apathy Lush The rhythmic abrasive sweeps of the nail file drummed a tempo above the shock I swam in. A bank of glossy red hair fell in front of my face as Veronica removed one of the big pink rollers, it looked pretty. I'd never considered myself pretty. The tugging soreness at my ears kept nagging for my attention too, the huge gold hoops swaying in tune with the slight movements of my head. They'd done things to my face. Veronica said something, I didn't...

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Goodbye Melissa

I approached the counter and asked the clerk if there were any messages for me and he checked the box for room 305, took out a slip of paper and handed it to me. As I was reading it two men who had been sitting in the lobby when I walked in got up and headed for me. I read the note. It simply asked me to call Detective Howard Miller and gave me a phone number. The two men walked up, one to either side of me, and the one on my right asked me if I was Frank Thomas. "Yes?" He flashed a badge...

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Panic in Philadelphia Melissa

Wednesday, June 17, 2015 It happened again today! This is the third time! What is going on! It was lunchtime and I was rushing across the intersection to get to the bodega. I suddenly yanked off my jacket and just let it drop to the pavement behind me. All around, woman began stripping off their clothes and just tossing them aside, as if undressing in public was natural as texting on your cell phone. Unlike any of the others, I knew what I was doing but couldn't stop. The other women were...

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Rebel in the SouthChapter 17 Melissa

They had kidnapped the colonel's wife. That was all we heard. The staff officers did not say who had done the kidnapping or which colonel had lost his wife; they simply said to Foster's company: go fetch her back. So we dispersed after a glance at the oval miniature of the dark-eyed lady and a brief description of a twenty-some-year-old who stood about this high (the vain captain held his hand shoulder high) and weighed perhaps eight stone or so, so he said. There were likely ten thousand...

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Rebel 1777Chapter 26 Melissa

Staging ambushes became our specialty. Since most agreed that I had the best Pennsylvania rifle in the company, I was often the bait in our trap. Once we had spied a small camp of the enemy pickets or a foraging party at work, my job would be to step out in the open, fire at them a time or two, aiming for the officers of course, and then run for it once they got moving toward me. If we worked it right, we could bag up to a dozen men and horses that way, replenish our supplies and send a...

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