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Michael's heart was pounding as he drove, and his hands on the steering wheel were damp. His mind was overwhelmed with complexity of his situation, and beads of sweat had formed on his brow. No matter where he turned, no matter how he looked at it, he knew he was in trouble. She looked like she was no older than eighteen years old, with her smooth, lithe body and waist-length black hair.

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As I walked through the front door of the radio station I work for, our secretary, Joann, didn't even bother with the pretense of a smile. I gave her a smile anyway, knowing today would be yet another day of using her as my personal whore. For the last few weeks, I've fucked Joann every way imaginable. It's amazing what you can make someone do when you hold the threat of prison over his or her head. Joann had made two mistakes. The first was embezzling money from the company.

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I knew that I hadn't enjoyed Erica making me suck Daniel's cock per se, but every time I let my mind wander in the next few days, I would see Erica's eyes looking at me, delighted that she could control me in such a debasing way. They had violated me- it was humiliating. But I could barely breath when I thought about cleaning out her perfect cunt.

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"Professor Hart?" She peered hesitantly around the doorframe. The professor sat at his desk, on the phone. Without interrupting his conversation, he nodded at her, pointed to one of the chairs in front of his desk and gestured for her to close the door behind her. She sat, staring aimlessly around the room while he finished his conversation.

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PART ONE "Thanks for coming on the show again Rich." Paul said, giving Richard's shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing him again and walking across the room "We really love having you here." "No worries. It's good to see you again when I do, you know that..." he replied, watching as Paul took off his jacket, tie and shirt, and then began to clean his make-up off in front of the mirror.

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Ted groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He didn't have to go into work today, but he wasn't particularly motivated to start the day either. He'd gone to bed forty-six years old and woke up forty-seven and felt rather blase about the whole thing. His sex life was practically non existent, his wife gone nearly ten years, and a single daughter who was getting ready to leave for college.

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Every day for the past month Ashlee had lain soaking up the sun in the next door garden, turning from chicken skin white to Mediterranean bronze. And every day Anthony had peeked from the other side of the fence. So much time and effort had he put in mowing that particular patch of lawn, the grass resembled the shaven snatch that latterly had been revealed when she thought he wasn't there. Or maybe she did know he was there. Yeah, she knew all right.

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Winnie and Amy had been in the strip club for about 30 minutes observing the clientele and getting the occasional lap dance to get themselves more in the mood for what they had planned that night. As part of a "getting over our ex's" night, they planned to find a single business traveler and lure him back to the suite they booked for themselves at the nearby Sheraton to strip for him and maybe have some fun.

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On a moonlit night you venture out to meet me, your first mistake. As you walk down the trail toward the given location I slide up behind you. You are refused sight as you try to make eye contact but are gruffly turned away by the shoulders. A blindfold draped tightly over your eyes before you recover causes you to stumble back a step into me. There is nothing soft about this encounter, my dear.

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As always, this is a work of fiction. While some of the events are based on the author's own experience, in no way are the characters based on any person living or deceased. If you are under 18 I implore you to stop reading. I need to again thank a fan for the idea and inspiration. Feedback is encouraged and requested. Enjoy.

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