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Julia felt Mark's cock slip smoothly into her wet pussy and arched her back in response to his thrusts. She wanted it deep in as far as it could go. His breathing quickened as he drove in and out. She could feel him reaching his climax. "No!" she cried. "Not yet. Keep going. I'm not finished. Keep going." It was no use. With one final thrust and a small cry, which was more an exhalation of breath, Mark came inside her, filling her cunt with his sperm.

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Yaz knew that she needed a change; being a personal trainer was boring at least on the open road she would be free from the dumb bitches that frequented the gym; sure they wanted all the help they could get, but for what price, she wasn't willing to train them for favours and gifts any longer. "Yaz please reconsider? The place won't be the same without you." begged Jude the gym manager.

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There's a financial newspaper on my desk and it says that Georgie Kalvos is dead. I'm half wishing he's doing a stint in hell and half hoping he's got plenty of good looking women down there to keep him company - yes, and an occasional bottle of ouzo to slake his thirst too. It's been many years since I last saw him and if I'm going to remember him I'll remember him as he was. A middle aged man with the smile of a boy, the build of a gorilla, the manners of a courtier and the morals of a shark.

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Let's start out with a joke this time, to evoke a light-hearted mood. The guy goes to the check-out counter of the supermarket with a salad for one, a pre-wrapped sandwich, and one can of soda. The cute young clerk eyes his purchase and says to him, "You're single?" The customer grins and nods his head. "You can tell by my meal, huh?" And the girl says, "No, you're fuckin' ugly." It was that round, tight, perfectly sculptured bubble ass that caught my eye in aisle six of the Food Lion in Fairfax, Virginia.

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Robert Kyle had finally had it. Everyday he allowed his American History class the last five minutes of the period to themselves. And everyday during those last five minutes, the female student sitting directly in front of him would do something to give him a raging hard-on. Dropping a pencil. Re-tying a shoelace. Tossing something in the wastebasket and missing by a mile. All three caused her to have to bend over.

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Stella poured me another shot of Jameson and gave me a look that said, "Don't you think you've had enough?" I downed the shot and gave her one back that said, "Mind your own fucking business and pour." My throat was raw from whiskey and my eyes were red from the smoke of burning bodies. No matter how much I drank, I couldn't seem to stop my hands from shaking. I tapped the bar next to my empty glass and Stella dutifully poured another. Something in my face told her not to argue. She leaned on the bar, giving me a long look at her heavy breasts and deep cleavage.

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Linda was Paul's "weekend pet", or so he liked to call her. Neither of them was looking for a relationship, and neither of them wanted to be in one with each other. But Linda was a submissive, and she loved being subjected to everything Paul did to her when they did get together, she loved his power over her, and she loved his long, fat cock. It was biggest cock she had ever had inside her. Paul considered himself lucky.

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I'm sorry it's been so long... She was always the only one. His father was a cruel, merciless man. In the end all that he had learned of being a man was from him, including loving this woman now in front of him. By all rights she was raised to be his sister, her father owed his father a debt and she was the payment.

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INTRODUCTION It was the summer of 1973 and I was the catcher for a fast pitch softball team. I learned about the team from friends who I had met in our townhome complex. Biff and Steffi were married and they lived in a townhome a few buildings from mine. Biff was the pitcher for the softball team and he had mentioned that they needed a catcher. I had played baseball in high school and college as a catcher so I told Biff that I was interested.

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It was a Wednesday night, which was two for one rental night at the local adult video store. I picked out a couple of European titles from my favorite director. His films usually featured exotic locales, stunning eastern European babes, and lots of anal. I brought the empty cases up to the till, and the clerk moved over to the drawer where the actual DVDs were stored and retrieved them. I completed the transaction in the usual fashion; minimal words, averted gaze, the slightest tinge of embarrassment for being in the shop in the first place. 

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