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"Ohhh . . . Jesus . . . God!!" Ernestine's orgasm was going on so long I was beginning to worry. "Fuck . . . me . . . again!" It was a groan, a begging, sluttish moan. She lay on the floor, sperm smeared all over her, her pussy drooling a white stream from the last guy's load, her mouth creamy from its last visitor. She was beckoning to me. "Take me," she murmured. "Ram that big thing in me!"

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Billy and Joe sat back on the old sofa located in Joe's basement as they watched their favorite TV show. It was not a comedy or drama or even a real sports show. "Shit....I hope they have the girls on first tonight," Billy grinned. "Yeah, they are not that good at wrestling but shit when they rub their titties together it's really hot." "Have you ever....you know...seen two women really wrestle I mean....like fight?" Billy asked his childhood buddy.

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We have a really nice girl friend, named Donna, who lives near us. She is a bit shy, but she likes to do stuff with us, including sex, now and then. One of the things she really likes, is going to the beach, so we take her with us whenever we go. For being a 40 year old woman, she looks pretty hot in a bathing suit, although she does not think so.

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"Bad news." I looked up from the chart I was perusing. "Never a good thing to say in a medical clinic," I replied. Sally, my administrative manager, grimaced. "Sorry, but true nevertheless. We overscheduled today." I set the chart on the counter I was leaning on and groaned. "Let me guess. My turn?" She nodded in sympathy. It didn't happen often, but occasionally, too many nurses would be scheduled for a shift. We took turns on who went home (without pay), and I knew I was next up.

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I have had many interesting relationships over the years but none that compares with those of last year. In February, I met a woman who was an investor in a business scheme that I was investigating as a radio talk-show host. She was attractive and looked to be an easy mark for a con artist. I spoke with her and within a few days she had canceled out on her business deal. She invited me for a drink to thank me for saving her money; then a reciprocating invitation to my place for a simple dinner and conversation.

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Jessica turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower, steam billowing out from the open door. She grabbed a soft cotton towel and wrapped it around her flushed damp body. She had rushed home from work and was now pleased that she had made the effort. There was more than enough time to get ready before Charlie came home. She planned to have her way with him and if he wasn't too tired she would sit on his face so he could use his expert tongue to make her scream. Simple and hot - just how she liked it.

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Joan was on her knees between Bob's legs sucking greedily on his hard cock while Ron knelt behind her fucking her. Both cocks were pounding into her, one at each end. Joan loved to fuck and her favorite way, was two men at the same time. This was the first time with Bob as the other man, but she and Ron had done this lots of times with other men.

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"Well, this is something new!" I thought as I stood in front of the full length mirror for the millionth time and preened, although it wasn't exactly 'preening' more 'steady the nerves'. This was my big 'coming-out' and my friends were about to get the shock of their lives. I'd always been the respectable one, the controlled one, the smart business-like one, the boring one!

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The music was deafeningly loud; strobes flashed incessantly giving the otherwise dark room a surreal ambiance. My hips gyrated; my feet, clad in black stilettos, moved to an ethereal metallic 'techno' beat. My hands roamed oh so suggestively over my body and lingered as my finger tips cupped and caressed my breasts through a black leather top -- no more than a bra, really; not stitched, but riveted.

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Perhaps it was the coffee. She didn't usually drink the stuff, but it had been a hectic day. Whatever, the fact was, she was having difficulty concentrating. The two prospective clients sat across her desk, the pushy one was rambling on about profits and costs of their new business. She knew she should be paying attention, but she was too distracted by the other client. Tall, where his partner was short, gaunt where the other was stocky.

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