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Mia had never felt her pussy so full, so stretched, and she had never felt so used and powerless. This was by far the biggest cock she had ever felt. This beast of a man was twice her size, muscles flexing, sweat beading on his smooth ripped skin. His arms were larger than her thighs with every muscle defined. He had enough strength to break her body like a twig. She felt so vulnerable and submissive.

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I was over at my ex-girlfriend's house getting a few of my things. My Ex Nicki was one of those little red head spit fires that drive you wild one moment and nuts the next. I was glad for the freedom of a break-up on good terms and the promise we would still be friends. I'd even set her up with a new boyfriend so that she would be as fine with it as I was (What other guy would do that?).

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She was a runner. That would prolong the pursuit. He had already chased her about one hundred yards into the woods. Why she headed in that direction he'll never know. But in another fifty yards or so, she'd be facing a steep embankment that would allow him to get her. He ran behind her with that familiar satisfaction of another successful capture.

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Sydney Mason was one top-notch businesswoman. She was a Public Relations executive for Minova Corp and did her job very well. Indeed, Sydney had always excelled wherever she went. The attractive 31-year old had a reputation for success. Sydney had a shapely figure and a 34-C bust that she prominently displayed with tight clothing. She was tall, standing almost 5-8, and usually wore heals to add an inch or two. Her hair was died platinum blond.

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‘Millionairess, Mrs Joan Bartlett, 34, will be in town next Friday to open the new Children’s Hospice at Hamlet Grove. Staff will be…’ the newspaper article continued to describe how Mrs Joan Bartlett had been a key fundraiser for the new Hospice and all of the effort she has put into helping to raise the £2.1m needed to complete the project.

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It was just a bit of fun. When younger the girls had set up a virginity tontine. Last virgin standing would win the biggest box of chocolate they could find. It would have stayed that way, just a bit of fun, but for Judy. The girls were all around nineteen or twenty now, and there were two remaining contenders for the prize.

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Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes. That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it.

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The following story was written by inspiration from a fantasy dialog between a very good friend and myself. She likes to be called Countess Devane and helps to keep me young. I worked very hard to keep the dialog as it was originally, and spontaneously, projected, while filling in enough detail to help the reader experience what we did. Please enjoy!

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I am a man haunted. Driven to the depths of despair and raised to the heights of ecstasy by that girl: a slim young creature who bewitched me and made me half crazy as I careened between fierce lust for her and bitter remorse for what I subjected her to. It was not always this way. For most of my life I was the soul of dignity, a true gentleman. My life was a tranquil sea, roiled neither by triumph nor tragedy.

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"Jeremy, I think you'll like our latest acquisition. You know her. Or you should. You went to school together." The boss sat on the corner of the desk and watched Jeremy for a reaction. When Jeremy only arched an eyebrow, the boss shifted slightly, disappointed and continued, "Sara Ann Birdsdale." Jeremy smiled but forced his body to remain in the same casual pose. He couldn't count her as the one who got away because she was never his to begin with. But he remembered her. Smart and a goody two shoes.

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