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Joe rushed into my office and asked, "Simon, have you heard the bad news?" "What bad news is that Joe?" I asked with a quite audible sigh. "The new boss starting next week, Chris Smale?" "Yes I know that Joe, Chris Smale, the mystery man, what about him?" "It's Christine Smale not Christopher, our new boss is a female." Joe said with a look of disgust on his face.

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This story is based off of real events. Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. All participants in sexual acts are 18 years or older. * My name is Brian. When this story takes place, I was 18 years old, 5'11" and around 140 pounds. Having just recovered from a bad case of mono, I was not in the shape I would have liked to be in, but I was still decent looking. However, this story is not about my first time, it is about hers.

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New Year's Eve is always one of my favorite holidays, and while my girlfriend Sarah and I don't go out to the bars anymore, we still like to get together with friends and have a good time. 2005, was no different, except now we have a house to entertain in. We had moved in that summer, a couple months after we had gotten engaged, so we were well established and ready to host a party by the time winter rolled around.

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The old fisherman sat out at the end of the dilapidated dock in his lopsided deck chair. Though it was getting on toward evening the sun was nice and warm. He was fishing really light; a homemade bamboo pole and an old reel he maybe got before he had whiskers. Duck-taped it to the pole and wound it with ten pound test. Fishing flounder didn't take much gear. He had a card of hooks, a tin with some weights and floats and some leader. Minnows in an old milk bottle and a plastic paint bucket for his catch. He had caught some.

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“You know what we need?” Cynthia said slurring her speech slightly. “What’s that?” Sally said looking to her best friend. Cynthia leaned into her friend and lowered her voice, “Some young stud with a fat cock that can go all night on the two of us.” She said grinning. “Yeah, right.” Sally said looking away and dismissing her friend. “I’m serious,” Cynthia said louder leaning back away from Sally, “look at us we’re still hot we could still get some young, hung boy to go for us.”

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I was still living with Sue when I first met Pauline, so it had to be kept a secret. We actually met at a dance class which we were both going to and ended up fooling around a little bit in a small, dark room under the studio once the session had ended. I actually ended up fucking Pauline that very first night, a fantastic shag that immediately let me know that here was a game girl, someone who would be up for a bit of sexual adventure in her life.

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It was dark in the room and I was too busy trying to blink the sleep from my eyes to focus on the girl, but that didn't matter. Whoever she was had her head in my lap. I could feel her tongue caressing my balls as she used one hand to work my cock. What a way to wake up! My cock grew hard immediately.

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We met at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was "hello," and after another week or so it was "how are you?" That was followed in the forthcoming weeks by longer chats as we worked the machines, chilled in the hot tubs and steam room, had a coffee or a juice after our work out, a meal after the gym and eventually a fuck at my house.

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Janet was in a daze. It happened so fast. Rob had walked with her out to her car after the late Friday afternoon meeting. Everyone was tired from the long workday. They talked about the meeting on the way to her car, and then, for a few seconds, they looked at each other. There was a chemistry between them that had gone unspoken.

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She came out of the bathroom wearing her black vinyl dress, black mesh stockings, and black heels, and she stood in the light from the bathroom door regarding me with a mixture of shyness and challenge, letting me look at her, enjoying my reaction. I might have smiled. I certainly felt like smiling. She was dressed now and ready. She’d touched up the small amount of makeup she wore and brushed out her dark hair and now she was ready for me.

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