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She was beautiful, she was sensuous, and her name was Angel. She checked her watch again, as she waited for the meeting that she knew she should never have agreed to. Not only was her date a mysterious man she knew only from brief contact on the internet, he was late. She tapped her foot, and looked around the little resteraunt again. Just because someone's stories turned her on, she was starting to think that was no reason to trust him to show up for a clandestine meeting.

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It was going to be a long flight, 13 hours and 22 minutes according to the itinerary, but Josh Michaels actually resented the fact that he had to fly out of Logan airport more than the length of the flight. He had been the spokesman for his company, Tri-Elite Inc. for 3 years now, and had been on more planes than he cared to remember. This trip to Moscow was certainly the longest. They were sending him there to tout their latest development, a device that could detect radioactive traces in soil.

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The tedium finally broke at a quarter to seven, late that Friday night. We had been on the contract for almost two months, making sure that the details were all ironed out and then ironed out again once the two parties took turns changing their minds again and again. I should have been happy about the billable hours, and the generous amount of money those hours constituted, but these are the proceeds that contract lawyers commonly refer to as blood money.

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You hear the normal story all the time. It could be a drunken romp where two blushing newbies try it out on a whim. Maybe it happens on a night of slow seduction, planned for months, when a long married couple try and reinvent their sex life with new penetration. This is not one of those stories. Dominick and Annie were anal fiends. Every chance they got to play would start and end with hardcore ass fucking.

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I heard the front door open and close, and my wife came barreling into the living room. I barely had time to take in her petite frame, muscular thighs, and small breasts before she grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up from the couch, and dragged me toward the bedroom. She was dripping with sweat — why on earth would a person go for a run in the middle of the day in August? — and as we passed through the bedroom door she said, "I need you to fuck me right now."

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I could smell a floral scent as I walked down the hall to our bedroom door. I loosened my tie and called out, "Lynn, I'm home." "In here, honey." I felt a brief flicker of excitement that she might be waiting for me naked on the bed. Well, she was lying on the bed all right, but she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants and was flipping through a magazine. In other words, her usual evening garb.

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Nicky was bored. She had an hour to kill before Suzy finished her shift. Then they’d play. Oh fuck, how they’d play. She was still sore and tingly from earlier. The pouring water of the shower hadn’t totally removed the friction from three of Suzy’s fingers, as they slid into her ass. She owed Suzy a giant cum for that. And she’d deliver.

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I was beginning to think seriously about taking work outside the teaching profession that sunny, early fall Saturday, and I hate to think of what I would have missed if the phone hadn't rung during my lunch. The small college town of Giles, Michigan didn't seem to be able to offer any interesting positions for me in either of the two local colleges, and there was a pretty good little touring jazz combo that needed a drummer and sound engineer...

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I was supposed to be on my way home when something drew me to that strip club. I had looked up the website earlier in the day to masturbate furiously over the pictures of the dancers. My masturbation session ended abruptly and I was sent packing to run some errands. I'm just a normal guy and I do not frequent strip clubs. In fact it was only the second time in my life that I had ever gone to one.

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In the morning Soula woke me with a kiss and a cup of coffee. She was wearing the pink button-up satin night shirt she keeps at my place, and her large breasts swayed sensuously beneath it. The bed smelled of sex and I imagined I could taste a hint of my semen on her lips. I’ve never met a woman who likes to eat jizz like Soula. I swear that in the last six weeks there’s only been a couple of times I haven’t cum in her mouth.

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