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In the last chapter, my sub Peter helped me live out my medical fantasy. So wanted to help him live out one of his. If you've read my other stories (and you should), you know that he loved all things anal, including strap-on sex. His fantasy was to blindfolded and fucked in the ass by a stranger. Eventually, he'd want to see the stranger's face, but not until she'd cum.

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"Are you ready for this?" Alex asked as he ran his hand slowly up the inside of my leg from my knee to just under the hem of my jean skirt, which had already ridden up my thigh. "Oh yes...more than ready." I said, as I placed my hand on top of his and moved it up higher under my skirt until his hand was right on my moist panties.

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December, The Taylor Residence, North Wilmington, Delaware. Russell Taylor looked out of his bedroom window at the street crammed with parked cars. It was the week before Christmas and Trolley Square was full of office workers heading for parties in the local bars and restaurants.

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I like getting laid as much as the next girl, but I'm not always prepared to be fucked by just any cock that happens to be brought to a party. I like to be a bit choosey. So I don't go much for those party games where you draw for a partner and head for the nearest bedroom.

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Dan and Brian lived upstairs from me. I had lived in the building for about two months when I started running into to them more frequently at the mailboxes in the lobby. The building had more than a few gay men and couples living there. While many of the other guys in the building were playfully flirty (and sometime more earnest than playful) Dan and Brian were at first, always polite but never much more. They were rare that way and maybe that was what made them intriguing.

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During the fifteen years my husband and I have been married, we have had a varied and spicy sex life. Recently we became reacquainted with college friends we haven't seen on a frequent basis for some time. Connie is a slender brunette with beautiful sexy legs and long fingers. Greg, her husband, is a James Dean type who, according to Connie, never wears underwear. He and Norm, my husband, were college roommates.

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"Perfect," she said out loud to no one. As if the night couldn't get any worse, now her costume was ruined. The piece of shit car had just barely held onto life long enough to chug and puff into the gas station before it died with one last horrible cough. She had put the hood up and tinkered around in there the best she could – Karen didn't know anything about cars except how to fill them with gas.

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As I'm driving to her house I can't help but think of her. These days she's all I ever think about... falling into those traps that are her forest green eyes... I can't help but think of the first time we met...

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First off, it's not as bad as it sounds, really. I'm her step-father, and not her real dad. But in the end it's just an excuse. I mean, I raised her through her teen years and saw her off to college, so I guess, unless she really thought her deadbeat dad was a father to her, I was it.

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I had signed myself up for an adult website on a whim. I was just really horny one night and stumbled across it. Before I knew it, I had the confirmation email and I was browsing through pictures of hot girls and couples going at it. The pictures that really got to me were the ones where the girls were sucking on a big cock or had just got a wad of cum all across their face.

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