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Well, today is the big day! Stacy thinks the moment she wakes up. She blinks her baby blues open to see the streaks of sunlight across her room. The walls are bare and all of her stuff is piled around the room in cardboard moving boxes. Today, Stacy moves out of her parent's house to begin college. She stretches and hops out of bed. The smell of her mother's breakfast is prominent throughout the house. Stacy heads downstairs.

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This evening was like any other evening in the underground metropolis that lay beneath the city streets. Nothing but the feel of the car's vibration as they moved along the tracks and the almost silent whir of the electric motors that powered them mattered at this moment in time. As Sylvester the Cat would say, "what a revoltin' development!" . Here I was, riding around on the subway when I should have already been home.

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Chapter One Coercion and Perversion Emily walked through the front doors of the hotel and towards the elevators. She may have been closer to forty than she would have liked, and although she was no longer had the body of a fashion model she knew she still had the looks, and the figure, to get admiring glances from men of all ages, particularly when she took the time to dress well, as she had today.

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The activities I had this past weekend with Chelsea, Derek and their friends faded as best they could as I went about my normal classes the following week. Being exposed like that to former classmates was as humiliating an experience as I had ever had. The worst part of this experience was knowing that a guy I had thought could be my boyfriend, Derek, had seen me and fucked my ass while I was Chelsea's slave.

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1. When she was nineteen, two bandits dressed-up as Indians killed Molly Sheridan's father and her three younger brothers, and burned their ranch. They carried her off, but hadn't tied her hands properly, perhaps because they'd got so drunk, perhaps only because they didn't imagine she could give them any trouble, bound or no. Thus as they were riding, she was able to get hold of one of their pistols, and shoot the men dead.

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Olivia scurried nervously down the pot-holed street of the poor, downtown neighborhood of the city. Having grown up in the wealthy suburbs, she had only visited this part of town once or twice in her life. She recalled coming down here with her father on one of his business errands a couple years back. As she breathed in the hot night air, she recalled from that earlier trip the same sweet, slightly rotten smell of the city in the summer.

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I had to write to tell you how my wife, Gill, recently fulfilled her long-term fantasy. You may think this to be very weird but for many years her kinkiest desire has been to be gang raped. Seriously, she is incredibly turned-on at the thought of being powerless to resist as two or more men screw her against her will. She told me of this some years ago when she at first admitted that she liked to be fucked with her knickers still on.

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It started with an anonymous note: 'Frank, Dan has been seen with your wife. Check it out.' That was all it said. Did I need any more? Proof of my own, sure. I work for a large corporate retail conglomerate. I'm VP of Distribution. Dan works in the same company as a regional manager who happens to be based out of the same corporate headquarters for the local chain. He's a boss of smaller bosses, but he wasn't my boss. Dan is a hot-headed Mexican with a lot of piss and vinegar on an upwardly mobile track of well-earned success.

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Mary first met Jim's employer at her wedding three years previously. The best way to describe him would be a black, ugly, old prick. If that wasn't enough, he was also rude, overbearing, and demanding around white women. Maybe, having money and owning a construction company gave him the idea he could treat people like dirt. Being the boss of practically every man at the wedding was another reason he strutted around like an over-sized peacock.

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The last week has been incredible. The radio station I work at has a Mexican secretary that I've been fantasizing about since I met her. Her brunette hair flows past her shoulders, she has big brown eyes and full red lips, large breasts and a perfect ass, sleek legs and silky soft brown skin. Her body screams, "Fuck me!" And for the last week, I have. I found out that Joann was embezzling from the company and have been able to use that along with a video of us fucking to keep pounding her whenever I want.

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