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It was a rainy Friday evening and I was in the process of setting up my furniture in my new apartment. I had gone out for half an hour to get a quick dinner. Imagine my surprise when I returned and found a lovely girl sitting on the edge of my unmade bed, her arms tied behind her and her legs bound together at the ankles and knees.

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My wife had just pulled my pants off my legs when the phone rang. She was standing over me as I sat on the couch, wearing the transparent blue nightie she knew I loved. "Shit!" I said. "Don't answer it," she said. "I have to, Terri. There's a lot of last minute stuff going on before the conference tomorrow. It might be important."

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I hurried out of the building, my cock hard and dripping copious amounts of precum, staining the front of my slacks. I awkwardly attempted to cover myself with my briefcase as my mind raced. "Did that really just happen? Did one of the most powerful industrial giants just use me as his cumslut?" I hailed a taxi and offered a generous tip to get me to my hotel as quickly as possibly. Ten minutes later and $30 poorer, I was safely enclosed in my suite at the Hyatt.

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Karla moved the little house a few inches, "How's that, dad?" Ben was having a hard time concentrating on his model railroad. Karla's shirt was billowing out and he was getting a good look at her breasts. "Try it a little to your left." Karla could feel her dad's eyes looking up her shirt as she bent over. She was trying to help him place his latest building on his train layout.

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I suppose it was just that I hadn't been around much, sexually that is, until a couple of years ago. It wasn't until I started posing for amateur photography clubs doing 'glamour' stuff, then nude and then, inevitably, more raunchy stuff that I started to notice it.

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The summer after my sophomore year of college began as a boring one. I was taking summer school classes to fulfill a few perspectives so that I could concentrate on my major courses during my last two years of school. I had a work-study job during my time in summer school so the rent wasn't a problem at the time, but once summer school was over it was different story. I had no classes to go to, no job, no friends to hang out with (everyone I knew went home and my roommates were both still in summer school and had jobs), and nothing to do that would fill that empty void—that is until one fateful day in early July.

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The dream was the same as it had been every other night of the past week. By the middle of the week, Dan had grown so accustomed to it that he had become aware that it was a dream, so he could have easily pinched himself to wake up.

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My husband once worked for a major international tractor company, most people would have heard the name, but I won't mention it here. He was a highly qualified mechanic and one of the head supervisors. One night just a few years ago, he and I got into a discussion about him going out on his own to start a business.

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I was in Manila for business for 10 days, and had a lot to accomplish, but didn't know the local culture, or have many local contacts. Through an old school friend, I contacted the Chair of the Industrial Engineering Department of De La Salle University to get a recommendation for a highly professional student who could act as my local liaison for the week.

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Mary Jane had been pleasantly plump when he married her. She had been a joyful, bubbly soul with a generous smile and a non-stop urge to fuck and suck. Ten years on, frustrated by her inability to have children, she suddenly turned on herself. He watched, helpless, as she drove herself on diet regimens that reduced both her bubbly body and personality to a skinny, almost anorexic shadow of her former self. He despaired and mourned for her, now lost in an obsession he couldn’t understand.

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