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Evelyn works too damned hard. Five days a week, she works as an auditor at a local grocery store, scanning items to see that they ring up the price marked on the shelf. On her two days off, she commutes over an hour to attend the university, in hopes of someday getting out of retail all together.

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Helena heard her door close softly but didn’t bother to turn around, nor did she even bother to ask how he’d gotten through the locked door. She could feel him behind her; his presence enveloped her like a fog. A knot formed in her throat and her heart began to pound but she swallowed the fear. Instead of showing any reaction she continued to type away at her thesis.

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I couldn't believe my luck. I was only a hundreds yards into the woods and there was my neighbour, up against a tree, skirt round her waist, blouse open exposing two very large tits while some guy I'd never seen before hammered away at her cunt. I always carry my digital camera and managed to get off a few good shots before Rex caught the scent and went charging towards them barking like mad. They were trying to cover up as I retrieved the dog but I knew she'd recognised me.

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Even at the time, Karen had known she would regret it. But she was young and she was broke. And even though she hates clichés and knows that they all say "I did it for the money," this was the case. At the time she was eighteen years old, straight off the farm, desperate to study in a big city with a big school with an even bigger tuition. Karen was smart – smarter than this particular decision would make her appear – but she was also driven to succeed, struggling to know when to turn back, and when the offer to make a couple of girl-on-girl videos was presented, she was too far gone to say no.

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Amy was a freshman in college. She had grown up in a conservative family, and she was sexually inexperienced. But she was also very curious and was beginning to discover she had an adventurous side. Surfing the internet had fed her curiosity. She was surprised that many of the things she found excited her. Pictures of good looking men with big cocks. Pictures of men fucking women. These excited her.

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It felt almost surreal, having an owner after over a month of being on the block. She watched him walk in front of her, his thick robes shifting as he moved and his hood covering him completely in the hot sunlight. She wondered what kind of man he was. She had not seen him because of all his coverings, but she imagined he was old because of the way he dressed, and the purse he carried over his shoulder, she thought only an old man could carry a purse like that.

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Three hours on the road and Susan was already tired, tense, and almost giddy with fatigue, yet still more than an hour from the hotel and Joanne's big bachelorette weekend. She'd hoped to time her arrival so she'd get there sometime after eleven-- early enough to still make an appearance, but late enough that the girls would be too drunk to notice if she quietly slipped away to the hotel cocktail lounge in search of more interesting companionship-

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I pulled into the parking lot early as usual. I couldn't seem to make myself show up late for work. As I started walking towards the door I heard a car break squeal and looked up just in time to see the front grill of a BMW, I was paralyzed in fear but he stopped just in time. I let go an audible gasp of relief as he jammed the car into reverse and pulled quickly into a parking spot.

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It had been more than a week since I had seduced -- no, Taken -- my boss Rick. The entire episode had been unplanned and fully out of character for both of us. Rick was a tall, muscular, dominant man. I was short with a few extra pounds, and had the reputation for being a bit of a nurturer, a friendly port amidst work-related storms. Certainly I had found Rick attractive right from the day I first met him.

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Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I parked my car in front of the towering mansion. This was the house of my client, and I was nervous. Sure, I had entertained many men, especially at bachelor parties, but I've never had a wealthy client. And by the looks of this beautiful residence, this guy had to be very wealthy. I exited the car and walked to the house, my stiletto heels making very audible clicking noises as I walked. I stopped at the iron gate and pushed the button below the little speaker. It made a loud 'buzz' and then I heard static.

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