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He was rubbing my sides, but I was asleep after a crazy and busy day; I didn't want to be bothered, but that didn't stop him. It really felt like a dream, where you knew you were in trouble, but you can not move! The hands felt electric on my body and disturbed me in more ways than one. It was as if I was being trapped by my mind and my own traitorous body.

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This Saturday had been especially memorable. The air crisp and fresh. Ourselves were freshly charged with anticipation of the ride. We had food packed in our saddlebags intending to make a day of it. Our cabin was waiting for our return, inviting, luring us to enjoy it to the maximum. We had ridden our horses in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains. Returning at dusk to unsaddle the mares as the sun was going down over the hills.

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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 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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A while back I wrote a story called "Sandra Turns Over," about my wife Sandra, or rather, about her big sexy ass. And how, after she put on some pounds after a few kids, she got into my playing with her ass, and finally, into my fucking her ass. It usually starts like this. We start making out, my hands going all over her curvy body, feeling her heavy breasts, her soft belly, her love handles, then down to that gorgeous big ass.

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Working for a female boss is not something I really had a problem with in principle, but working for my female boss was a definite problem. She was definitely the type to make sure everyone knew she was in power almost in a way to counteract the "weaker sex" stereotype. She was a 40-year old divorcee which really wasn't a surprise as there was no question that she was an attractive woman, but at the same time I can't imagine anyone living with her personality.

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It was a sunny morning in May. Alexandra had just been served her tea on the East Balcony of her sprawling ocean side mansion. Just like every day she ate her breakfast to the sounds of the waves breaking on the cliffs at the edge of her property. As she quietly picked at the delicate croissant and fresh fruit that was served to her she was interrupted by the head servant. It was part of his job to keep the lady of the house informed as to the goings on at the mansion.

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I locked eyes with his. He smiled a delightfully evil grin and kept up his slamming pace, his cock tearing her ass up, and I loved it. I see my man owning another bitch and looking at me, and I just gush. It's so hot. And that was the hottest yet. I moved down under her and on my way down, I stopped to bite her nipples. Her exhausted whimper of enjoyment was just what I wanted to hear.

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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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Charlotte's expression was in step with her hesitation as she smiled weakly at the receptionist. Was this woman passing judgment? Charlotte worried. After all, this man specialised in sexual problems, so of course the receptionist would know that. How much detail was the woman privy to?

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