I had just gotten home, trying to unwind from a trying day, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to two men. One was tall, suave and polished. He was dressed to perfection, creased and pressed. Not a hair out of place, not a move that wasn't smooth and efficient. He didn't do a thing for me. He was too perfect, too practiced, and too straight. But the other guy, well, he gave me an immediate temperature rise, plus a rise in other areas.
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Richard took one look around the parking lot and shook his head. It wasn't a lack of spaces that perturbed him, he had already found a spot. Even as he hung his head and resigned himself to his fate, Richard knew that there was no one to blame but himself. After all, he hadn't quite flunked out of the university, but only because he willingly withdrew after his first year there.
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"Fuuu... uhhh... ...Fuuucckkkk!" Alex moaned as I pumped his ass wheelbarrow style at top speed.
"You like that?" I asked hoarsely, my member pushed deep into his tight hole.
"Fuck yes!..." he responded. I laughed and climbed onto the mattress so that I could fuck him like a pony. The mattress was creaking almost as loud as Alex was moaning.
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I descended the stairs smelling the watermelon body spritz, and watching the glitter from the spray sparkling on my arms. I felt sexy and sensual as I entered the living room. My black high heels clicked on the hard wood floors and I felt my skirt swish against my thighs. The lights twinkled on the Christmas tree, reflecting off the tinsel on the tree. The angel draped in white and gold glowed atop the tree. I circled the room, lighting the candles one by one.
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The image of the girl was burned on his mind as he stepped outside the hall. The band was taking its final bow, and fit though he was, his muscles were well-used from the dancing. His friends had gone home early in a taxi, very drunk, but he'd stayed on, caught in the whirl of the ceilidh. The girl had been in a couple of sets he'd danced, and something in her eyes as she'd wheeched by had arrested him. He just wanted her, deep primal need. Knew it wasn't appropriate, she'd been the schoolpal of his friends' daughter.
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"Oh god ... oh god I want a pair of your sister's panties ... oh godddddddd!"
Mike pulled his cock out of my pussy as he came, spreading hot cum all over my stomach and breasts. I smiled up at him languidly, completely spent from the incredible orgasm he'd already given me. And yet ... I wasn't quite satisfied.
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The last thing I remember before going to sleep was that it was hot. The kind of scorching, dry heat that not enough water in the world can quench. I was sleeping nude to try and maintain some normal body temperature, my old fan slowly pushing hot air around the room. I thought I would never fall asleep.
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It was fraud, of course. And it was discovered in the same way fraud is always uncovered - by accident. I'd found it, and it wasn't even my department. I was in computing, but when I stumbled across the old spreadsheet even my untutored eye couldn't miss it.
I knew who. It surprised me, because she'd been at the company for about twenty years. Eileen Romford. Credit controller.
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Gaven waltzed through the room secure in his roman gladiator costume. Standing at a powerfully built 6'2", he commanded the attention of every lady in the room as well as over half the men, but each time he met another Dom's gaze, he lowered his eyes as expected of a Sub.
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For as long as I can remember, I've been an ass man. Not that I fail to appreciate the beauty of a slender leg or plump breast and taut nipple. Far from it. But ever since I was a teenager, stroking my cock to the glossy images in girlie magazines, the primary object of my desire has been the soft, peachy fullness of a woman's bottom.
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