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Wanted

By: Rockwell



One summer day, femme fatale star Joan Severance, sauntered out of the colonnaded portico moving towards the lap pool of her post-modern California dig. She disrobed her blue terry exposing a whistle bait figure that kept late night viewers of major cable TV networks, HBO and Cinemax abreast and abuttock of her delectable beauty. 

The brunette goddess knifed through the water and made more than 30 laps in the pool, a regimen of her aerobic fitness. When she climbed out of the pool, the water cascaded on her luscious boobs, narrow waist, swell hips, and down her endless limbs. She hitched up her light cedar blue thong bikini making a clear cut outline of her sex that hot-blooded American male viewers would give their left balls just to fuck her.

Usually she bakes herself in the sun for 30 minutes or so with cucumber over her eyes but this time she wanted to see the headline of the morning newspaper. Her maid rolled in a trolley with her breakfast, consisting of strawberries, healthy bread, her favorite cheese and orange juice. 

She took off her swimsuit, toweled herself dry then put on back her robe. She sat on a chair, rested her feet on another and read the front page news.

For the last three days she had been curiously following the news about Taylor Maguire-- the man who died four years ago leaving millions to his widowed wife and finally was found alive. Taylor Maguire was a lawyer said to have embezzled $100M from his law firm and faked his death to which he was now facing multiple charges that would land him in jail. But today's headline turned into a different twist. It said that Taylor was suing FBI for torturing him. Joan shook her head and muttered to herself that Taylor is indeed a mystery man.

Taylor had been Joan's short-lived lover when they met in a plane going to New York sometime before his alleged death. Joan fell head over heels with Taylor. They had wonderful time in New York. They walked hand in hand in Central Park, flew over Liberty and Manhattan island in a chopper. As a film buff, Taylor identified landmarks where great movie films where shot as they were on flight.

"Look, this is Liberty Island where Daryl Hannah's naked mermaid made her first appearance on dry land in Splash. That's Brooklyn Bridge for Woody Allen's Manhattan. The world Trade Center for Dino De Laurentii's 1976 King Kong remake. The Chrysler Building for Brian de Palma's Bonfire of the Vanities. The Empire State Building where Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr agreed to meet in An Affair To Remember. The Trans Lux Theater where Marilyn Monroe stood over the subway grate and cooed, ("Isn't delicious?") as her virginal white dress was blown upwards in the 1955' Seven Year Itch. Sadly the Trans Lux has been razed and replaced by a dull office block..." Joan recalled the fun touring with Taylor's on air.

Most of all, she remembered him as the man who made her come a lot throughout the whole night of passionate love-making. But he ticked-off without a trace and she never had known where he had gone. Later, she learned of his death dashing her hope of ever seeing him again. Now that he was alive, her hope to see him again was renewed. Suddenly, she felt a deep longing for him and her pussy tingled.

Back inside her huge room, she disrobed dropping the terry on the shiny wooden floor. She looked at her naked body in the mirror and liked what she saw. Despite hitting 40 she looked much in better shape than she was on her 20s. 

She got her saxophone and started to play a jazz number. Blowing sax and blowing a man's dick are her passion but not just anybody's dick. She is a woman of cultured intellect and she chooses her men like she chooses her words to write. She is also at her best in gourmet cooking or target shooting and when it comes to sex she's hot when she's hot and cold when she's cold.

Taylor never saw her played sax and by this thought she was inspired to compose a sexy bluesy note for him. When she finished she felt satisfied. She gazed at her sax, her sex, and suddenly while gripping the horn she felt horny. 

She slumped on the bed with her sax, slid its gleaming body over her pussy and recalled how she met Taylor. A lot of men have made love with her but they're nothing compared with Taylor.

Taylor started flirting with her at the 110-year-old Jewish Deli in New York. This is the Katz Delicatessen and they sat at the table with a placard that reads, "You are sitting at the table where Harry met Sally. Hope you had what she had!" Of course, this is the site when Meg Ryan had her fake orgasm in Rob Reiner's When Harry Met Sally. 

At the room in Waldorf Hotel, (again Taylor said this hotel has been host to 1974's The Great Gatsby and of course the 1945 Ginger Rogers/Lana Turner vehicle Weekend At The Waldorf), Joan dropped on the bed with Taylor's face nuzzled on her tummy. She was suppressing giggles as he went down on her. He kissed through the fabric of her cream lace panties and her pussy throbbed feverishly. When Taylor stood to strip down his clothes, his eyes were glued to her parted legs. 

"What are you looking at like that?" Joan asked

"The upskirt was tantalizing," he replied.

His erection sprang as it got freed from his black silk briefs. 

"Holy Bananas! That's a whopper" Joan exclaimed her hands flying over her mouth.

"You're driving me nuts," Taylor said.

"Oh, speaking of nuts let me feel the nuts and the banana," she said impishly and reaching for them. 

Taylor let her played his genitals. Then he leaned over her and gazed into her eyes.

"Your eyes look as though the twinkling stars are in them. Joan you are Venus, you're driving me crazy," Taylor said. 

Taylor looked like Alain Delon. There was an animal magnetism in him that swept Joan like a tornado. As he kissed her, soft flames seared her whole body. Bit by bit he undressed her. He pulled off her cashmere top. He breathed raggedly when her shapely supple big breasts thrust up to his face. He cupped her breasts and traced the nipples through her lace bra. She moaned as his hot lips scorched her cleavage. Then the bra was tossed away.

He fondled her nude breasts with both hands. His face rubbed her tummy, his tongue darting on her navel, and his fingers rolling her nipples. His lips lifted the hem of her skirt, touched the hillock between her legs, and nosed the soft cleft through the laced panties. She felt the tip of his tongue flicking through her groin. Then he kissed her inner thighs as intimate as he could get. Then Joan stood and eased down her panties, her pussy now staring up close at his face. 

Taylor squeezed her butt and kissed her wiry bush. His tongue started flicking from below her vulva toward her clit. He rolled his tongue around her clit and sucked it. Her juice spilled over his chin to the neck. 

Then Taylor lowered her down and slowly had his tumescent penetrated her. A moment later she was bouncing her hips, her boobs and it was a joy ride to orgasm. She came and he licked her again. When she was about to come he penetrated her again as she lay by her side, a leg draped above his waist. He caressed her boobs and played her clit as he pumped her cunt. 

He knelt between her legs seized her ankles and again plundered her pussy. As he watched his dick go in and out, Joan watched it too and was amazed how her swollen pussy was clamping his also swollen member. He went faster eliciting moans and groans from Joan and when he was near, he slowed his thrust and moved on top of her. They were looking into each other's eyes. When Joan announced her impending orgasm he lowered his lips and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth while he humped in full force making her come a dozen times before he spurted his load into her womb.

At the moment of ecstasy, Joan earnestly masturbated. Her memory of that great fuck also gave her a wallop of an orgasm.

Wanted: A Black Woman for Nude Day



This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote, make a comment, and add me and/or this story to your favorite list.

A black man posts an ad on Craigslist for a naked black female escort on Nude Day and ends up with a white woman. 

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A single, black man looking for a single, black woman, as a Nude Day escort for an afternoon of naked fun and sun at the beach. Do not apply to this ad, if you are uncomfortable being naked or being around others, who are naked. There may be some kissing, hugging, groping, and fondling, but there will be absolutely no sex and no exchange of fluids. There is a $300.00 stipend for your time, trouble, and traveling expenses.

I'm looking for a good looking black woman to play my current girlfriend to make my old girlfriend jealous. Someone possessing not only good looks but also a shapely body, intelligence, and a fun sense of humor, along with some acting skills will get the job.

Please respond to Darnell at the above Craigslist's e-mail address with your name, photo, and phone number.

Not well thought out, Darnell placed his classified ad too late, a week before Nude Day, to find someone to respond. Too wrapped up in his own misery, his decision to attend the Nude Day barbeque was last minute. Besides, even if he had posted his Nude Day ad earlier, he didn't think he'd get anyone, anyway, who'd want to attend a naked Nude Day barbeque with him, a stranger, and spend the day naked with a bunch of other naked strangers. Really, what kind of woman would willingly strip off her clothes and spend the day naked in front of people she didn't even know? Maybe, he thought, someone would respond because he was offering three hundred dollars, but God only knows the kind of woman he'd get, what they'd look like, and how they'd act like in person. He cringed to imagine the folly of his error by placing such a desperately despicable Nude Day advertisement.

Deciding to go to the Nude Day barbeque, after he swore he couldn't bear to see his ex-girlfriend naked and in the arms of another man, who was naked, too, the want advertisement was his last minute, desperate attempt to win his ex-girlfriend, Felicia, back by making her jealous. Having fun just writing the ad and imagining Felicia possessively wild with jealousy, Darnell envisioned his ex-girlfriend begging him to forgive, forget, and restart their relationship. Now, with second thoughts, he should have stopped there, just written the ad without posting it. Honestly, he didn't think he'd receive any response to his advertisement. A hopeless, love sick act to win back his girlfriend, posting an ad was a good idea at the time, but now that he saw it in print, he felt like the pathetic loser that he was.

Even if he received responses to his ad, he had so little time to meet the woman and to make the arrangements for his Nude Day plan. Moreover, having just met the woman, how could he pull it all off without their role playing looking suspect and him looking ridiculous? If anyone answered his cry for help at all, he could only imagine the type of woman, who'd answer such an advertisement for a naked Nude Day escort. He didn't have to wait long to find out the type of woman, who'd answer such a request. He had more than a dozen responses the first day and a dozen more the next day.

"Hi Darnell, my name is Rhonda and I saw your ad on Craig's List. Attached is my nude photo."

"Hi Darnell, my name is Amanda and I saw your ad on Craig's List. Attached is my nude photo." 

"Hi Darnell, my name is Diane and I saw your ad on Craig's List. Attached is my nude photo.

"Hi Darnell, my name is Juliet, Delonda, Amber, Tamicka, Kennisha, Elaine, Clairice, and Yolanda..."

"Blah, blah, blah. All the replies read the same. Boring. I can only imagine what they're like in person. Based upon the sameness of their responses, none of these women would fool Felicia. I should have told them to impress me with their intelligence and creativity, instead of with their naked bodies. I should have told them not to send me a naked photo of themselves," said Darnell to his friend, Terrell. "They all look like strippers and/or hookers to me."

"Gees, Darnell, are you kidding me? You have some hot women here. I'd pick any one of these three African American princesses," he said holding up their photos that Darnell printed out on his computer. "They all have big tits. Definitely, you'd make Felicia jealous, when seeing you with any of these three naked Nubian beauties on your arm. If you don't want them, I'll take them," he said with a laugh.

"All they'd have to do is open their mouths to ruin things and make me look like the pathetic, love sick ass that I am, Terrell. I'm trying to get Felicia back by making her jealous and not scare her further away, by making her think that I lost my mind in purposely trying to make her jealous by hiring an escort for the day."

"If you still feel that way about her, then don't go to the Nude Day barbeque. Seeing her in the arms of some other naked Dude will only make you crazy. I don't understand why you'd put yourself through that misery," said Terrell.

"Because we always attended the Nude Day barbeque and these were my friends, long before Felicia was my girlfriend," said Darnell with sadness.

"Maybe you should just forget about her and about the Nude Day barbeque, Darnell. There are plenty of women that would love to date someone like you," said Terrell. "You're a good looking guy with a good job. If I had a sister, I'd want her to date you," said his friend laughing.

"Thanks Terrell, but how can I forget about her, when I still love her? Even if I found someone else, I'd still be thinking of Felicia," he said looking away from Terrell to look out his bedroom window. "You're probably right about the Nude Day barbeque," said Darnell, as if talking to himself. "Maybe I should just stay home and get drunk."

"What about this one? You haven't even opened this one up, yet," said Terrell pointing to Darnell's computer screen.

"Oh, I didn't even see that one." Darnell opened the E-mail, while Terrell took hold of the mouse to open the attachment.

"Wow! Look at her, a white hot babe. She's the best looking one of the bunch. Too bad she didn't respond with a nude photo. Boy, I can only imagine what she'd look like naked."

"Do you mind, Terrell?" Darnell regained control of his mouse. "She is very pretty for a white woman, but I advertised for a black woman," he said looking at her face. "I never expected a white woman would answer the ad, especially one so pretty."

"What difference does the color of her skin make, Darnell?" Terrell suddenly took the high road, a road that he seldom traveled. "In case you've already forgotten what she looked like, Felicia was dark enough to pass as a black woman. Matter of fact, the first time that I met her, I thought she was from the Caribbean.

"Yeah, I suppose," said Darnell. "Actually, if Felicia saw me with this Caucasian beauty, she'd be jealous. Definitely, she'd want me back. Actually, now that I see her photo, this might work."

"That's right," said Terrell laughing. "Once you go black, you never go back to those pasty, white, Casper the Ghost men."

"I never dated a white woman," said Darnell with a face full of consternation. "I'd be nervous about taking her through this neighborhood. The sisters are worse than the brothers, when mixing white with black. Moreover, what in the Hell would we talk about? What would we have in common?"

"She's no different than Felicia and, when you first dated, you had plenty to talk about and plenty in common," said Terrell.

"That's true," said Darnell staring at the white woman's headshot.

"Besides, Darnell, what you're doing is hardly a date. She's nothing more than an escort for the day. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky? I'd like to get lucky with her, that's for sure," said Terrell. "I'd love to see her on her knees with her white, pretty mouth stuffed full with my cock."

"She is pretty hot looking, even if she is white," said Darnell. 

"What did she write, Darnell? What did she write?" Terrell leaned over his shoulder. "Tell me. What did she write?"

"Gees, Terrell. You're worse than a woman. Give me a minute to read my own e-mail," he said.

"Read it out loud," said Terrell.

"Okay," said Darnell. 

"Dear Darnell,

I never responded to anything like this on Craigslist or anywhere before, but I felt compelled that I should. I don't know why. Life is all about taking chances and if I don't put myself out there, I'll never meet Mr. Right. Are you Mr. Right. I don't know. Your ad wasn't for someone to date but for someone to act as a onetime escort and I realize that, but you never know. Not that skin color makes a difference to me, but having grown up in a white neighborhood, I never dated a black man. Looking for a new adventure, however, I'm curious to know what I'm missing by not including minorities in my search for love."

"Oh, boy, Darnell, be careful. This one is looking for love. This one is looking to have your baby," said Terrell with a laugh.

"Shhh. Let me finish reading what she wrote," said Darnell.

"Now, about being naked in front of strangers, Darnell, I'm no prude, but I'm not a slut either. So long as everyone else is naked and the men attending are respectful of me being naked, I wouldn't mind being naked, too. I should tell you upfront though, that I'm looking more for love than for a good time, if not with you, perhaps, they'll be someone else there at the beach party with whom I can make a connection."

"See? I told you, Darnell. She's looking for love. She's looking to have your baby."

"Gees, Terrell. Lemme finish reading this," said Darnell. "Okay?" Darnell returned to finish what Samantha wrote.

"Don't worry. Even if I connect with someone else, I won't forget to play my role in making your girlfriend jealous. Attached is my photo taken of me last month.

Samantha."

"Wow. Even though she has a white name, instead of a proud African name, I even like her name," said Terrell. "Samantha, Samantha, Samantha, with three syllables, she has a musical name. Samantha, Samantha, Samantha, if you don't take her, Darnell, can I invite her to the Nude Day barbeque? Samantha, Samantha, Samantha," said Terrell acting as if she was in the room and he was holding her in his arms. "She's gorgeous. I only wish she had sent a naked photo of herself. I can't tell, if she has big tits or not from just a headshot. I wonder if the baby got back," he said with a laugh. "I hate those skinny, white bitches that don't have much of an ass. Still, with or without clothes, she's the best looking one of the bunch."

"Stand on the chair Terrell and look at the photo from that angle. Maybe you can see a down photo to see her tits and ass," said Darnell with a smile.

"Funny, Darnell, very funny," looking at his friend with confusion, while pausing. "Do you think that I could see more of her, if I stood on the chair?"

"Get down from the chair, Terrell. You're making an ass of yourself," said Darnell.

"Just kidding," said Terrell looking disappointed that he couldn't see any more of Samantha by standing on the chair and looking down at her photo, as if he could see a down blouse view of her.

"Yeah, for sure, she is very pretty and she appears to be the most intelligent one of the bunch, too. I'll need to meet her first, of course. I can ask her out for a cup of coffee to see what she's like in person," said Darnell. "For this to work, we'd have to hit it off and be compatible, as if we really are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Okay, yeah, sure," said Terrell, while wiping his hand across his mouth, as if he was a man dying of thirst. He opened the attachment again to stare at her photo. "Print out her picture Darnell," said Terrell never removing his eyes from Samantha's pretty picture on the computer screen. "Meeting her first is a good idea. So, when do we meet her?"

"We? We don't meet her. I'll meet her," said Darnell closing the attachment and shutting down his computer.

That Monday, less than a week before the Nude Day barbeque on Saturday, Darnell arranged to meet Samantha at Starbucks. Seeing her through the window, as soon as he approached the coffeehouse and recognizing her immediately, she was already seated at a small, corner table. Never attracted to a white woman before, she seemed different, friendlier and not stuck up, as his white co-workers were at work. Suddenly, with a feeling that he knew her before in another life, he looked at her with curiosity.

As if there was a light shining over her head, it was funny how he spotted her so quickly. Hoping she didn't look up, he slowed his steps, while watching her through the glass. He wanted to get a good look at her first, without her knowing that he was staring. He was glad that she wasn't the type to make an entrance by arriving late. He hated those types of self-centered women.

Prettier than her picture, she looked even better in person. If Terrell was here, he'd definitely approve of her. If Terrell was here, he'd make a play for him himself. If Terrell was here, he'd say and/or do the wrong thing, as he always says and does, and scare her away. As soon as he walked through the door, their eyes met and, as if this was meant to be, it was odd how he already felt a strong connection to her.

"Hi, I'm Darnell," he said smiling and shaking her hand, when she stood.

Tall and shapely in the way of Venus and Serena Williams, Halle Berry, Beyonce Knowles, and Tyra Banks, but so much prettier than all of them, she was a vision of sexuality to behold.

"Samantha. Nice to meet you, Darnell," she said making eye contact.

Taking one another all in, they looked at one another, while smiling. Without doubt, she was spectacular looking and he wondered what she thought of him. He couldn't help but think why someone who looked like her would answer an advertisement such as his Craigslist ad.

"Please, sit," said Darnell.

"Thank you," said Samantha.

If first impressions meant anything at all to him and they did, he liked her. Still pining over Felicia, on a day that he was nervous about meeting Samantha, she was bright and colorful enough to make him momentarily forget his ex-girlfriend, something he hasn't done since they separated. Dressed in a pretty, green sundress that not only electrified her green eyes but also displayed her abundant cleavage, she wore her blonde hair in the way that Kim Basinger wore her hair in Nine 1/2 Weeks, in Batman, and in L. A. Confidential. Across her shoulders and cascading down the top of her back, her hair was her lioness mane. He figured, being that he was a Leo the lion and knew a lot of Leos, especially Leo women, by evidence of her lush, long hair and in the way that she wore it, that she was a Leo, no doubt, too.

"What can I get for you at the counter?"

"Just a small, black coffee with no sugar."

"We have something in common, already," he said with a smile. "That's how I take my coffee, too. Would you like a pastry. a cookie, a brownie, or a muffin with your coffee?"

Suddenly, he felt like a steward on a plane asking a beautiful female passenger, if he could get her something from the galley, coffee, tea, or me? Only, better than being stuck 30,000 feet in a flying tube, even though his head was still up in the clouds, he was down on the ground in a Starbuck's coffeehouse with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Only, with racism alive and well in modern day society, she was a white woman and a strike against him, he was a black man. Then, he realized that she answered his ad knowing that he was a black man. Nonetheless his or her preference for color, if only his mother could see him now, lusting over a white woman, she wouldn't be amused.

"Oh, no thanks," she said with a smile that warmed his heart and hardened his cock.

He turned to look at her from the back, when standing at the counter. He couldn't help himself from staring at her, she was so stunningly beautiful, even from the back. Athletic looking from the front, with C cup breasts that were raised as high as her shoulders were pushed back, from the back, with her perfect V shaped posture, she had the figure of an Olympic swimmer or a competitive tennis player. He could only imagine what she'd look like naked and in bed. while sweaty and screaming in orgasmic pleasure.

Wishing he could see her from behind, while she was standing, leaning, or bending, no doubt, he wondered if she had a perfect ass, too, and not one of those flat asses that so many white women have. Out of all the women there in the restaurant and even counting some of the attractive baristas behind the counter, she was the prettiest woman in the place. Definitely, she had the best body in the place. Eager to return to the table to talk to her, especially with what she wrote in mind, about looking for love, not wanting her taken by someone else, he noticed a couple of white men already eyeing her. So much better looking, taller, and shapelier than the present bachelorette, Emily, easily, he could see her as a contestant on the Bachelorette and commanding the attention of twenty-five bachelors, while hoping that she'd fall in love with them.

"I was just wondering about your zodiac sign," he said giving her his best Reggie Bush smile, when returning to the table with their coffees.

His friends all agreed that he could pass for Reggie Bush's double. Even Terrell, jealously and reluctantly agreed with that assessment of his clean cut, good looks.

"Yes," she said shooting him her smile again.

She looked even prettier, when she smile.

"Are you a Leo?"

"I am," she said beaming. "How did you know?"

"Your hair is a dead giveaway," he said. "All Leos, especially Leo women wear their hair long and full, like a lion's mane," he said with a chuckle. "I'm a Leo, too," he said pretending he had long hair, while shaking his head.

"What day were you born?"

"July 26th," said Darnell.

"And you?"

"August 12th," said Samantha.

"Well, so far so good. We both take our coffee the same way and we're both Leos. What do you do for work?"

"I'm an editor. I write teaching manuals, but I really want to write fiction," she said flashing her passion for writing across her face. "I have an MFA from Emerson College. Creative writing, not technical writing, is my love."

"Nice," he said. "That's another thing we have in common. I'm a writer, too," said Darnell smiling that they had writing in common, too.

"Three for three, we take our coffee the same way, are both Leos, and are both writers. That's so uncanny that we already have so much in common," she said. "What do you write?"

"Fiction. I only write fiction," said Darnell. "Unless I surrender my novelist dreams to writing crappy, little e-Books, it's impossibly difficult to publish fiction. Presently, the popular mainstream writers have the market in a stranglehold. Afraid of losing money, publishers don't want to risk taking the chance on a new writer, unless they think there may be a movie attached to the book deal," he said with a sad smile. "Did you know that 97% of everything published is non-fiction?"

"Really? No kidding. I didn't know that. That's a terrible statistic for a fiction writer," she said. "When counting newspapers, biographies, autobiographies, travel guides, journals, magazines, and even coupon supplements, non-fiction ruling over fiction makes sense."

"After not being able to publish any of my novel length manuscripts, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I started writing erotic stories, while hoping someone would discover me. Use it or lose it, writing erotica is just something that forces me to write every day."

"So, you're the man behind all those dirty stories that my perverted uncle reads," she said with a laugh.




Wanted: A Black Woman for Nude Day



"I am," he said sharing her humor. "If only my white fans knew that I was a black man, instead of a white woman, I wonder how many of them would still read me. Yet, even though the subject matter is a bit racy, different from the erotic literature norm, all of my stories are real stories with a beginning, a middle, and an ending. All of my stories have plot tension and fully developed characters that make the readers care what happens to them. Only just about sex, most other writers' of erotica write about sex from the start to the end. Some writers are so focused on writing the sexual parts that they even forget to name their characters. If they describe their characters at all, instead of weaving their description in the story, they dump their description all in one sentence."

"Actually, with so many the baby boomers aging, there's quite a large market for erotic literature," she said. "That new book, Fifty Shades of Grey, a trilogy, Fifty Shades Darker, and Fifty Shades Freed, about a literature student and a young entrepreneur is quite steamy and gives credibility to the market and the need for such a book."

"I realize that I have as much of a chance publishing, as I do of winning the lottery, but I'd love to make my living writing. Then, so long as I have a phone, a fax, and e-mail, I could write from home or from anywhere in the world," said Darnell focusing more on her eyes and her full, red lips, than on her exposed breasts. "That's a very pretty dress, by the way. The color highlights your beautiful, green eyes," he said using his compliment as his excuse to look down at her cleavage, as soon as she looked down at her dress.

"Thank you. Being that I didn't send you a nude photo, I wanted to show you that I had breasts," she said with a laugh and looking down at herself again, while moving her arms away from her breasts and puffing out her chest more.

"I can see that," he said taking her body language as an invitation to look at her cleavage again, especially when she looked down at her breasts again. "My ex-girlfriend wasn't very well endowed. It's funny how her mother, grandmother, and her two sister were busty, but she wasn't. Being small breasted was an issue more for her than for me. Barely a B cup, even though I'd rather she didn't, she wore padded bras," he said. "In the way that I hate false advertising, I don't like women, who pretend to be something or someone they're not."

"Well, take me or leave me, what you see is what I am," she said with a smile.

"I'll take you. I like all that I'm seeing," he said with a thoughtful pause. "I've been sitting here wondering, who you remind me of and it just occurred to me."

"Yes?" She smiled her curiosity at him. "Who is it that I remind you?"

"Cindy Garrison."

"Cindy Garrison? I never heard of her. Who's she? A porn star," said Samantha with a dirty laugh.

"She used to do this sports fishing show. She traveled all over the world fishing and eating. Google her, when you get home. She's very beautiful. You could be her sister."

"Thank you," she said blushing. "So, tell me about your ex-girlfriend. What's her name?"

"Felicia," said Darnell almost forgetting her name. Suddenly, as if he was talking about someone else from long ago, after meeting Samantha, Felicia no longer had a hold on him. Now, he looked at Samantha with the interest that he used to have, when looking at Felicia. More than just a beautiful woman, more than the fact that she was a nice person, he felt a connection. 

"That's a pretty name," she said.

"She's the total opposite of you, which may be a good thing." At least, when I'm with you, I won't be thinking of her, he thought without confessing that. Instead, he said, "At least, when Felicia meets you, she won't think that I was pining over her enough to go out and find her clone."

"So, being that you're just using me to make her jealous, I think I should know something about her. What does she look like?"

"As petite as she is pretty, she's tiny, only 5'3" tall. She looks a bit like a much younger version of Susan Lucci from soap opera fame, but without all the hair and the big nose," he said looking at Samantha, while just realizing that she looked a lot like Katherine Heigl, only prettier. "A perfect size 4, up from a size 2, when we first met, she's tiny compare to you. I don't mean that you're big," said Darnell. "You're tall and shapely. How tall are you 5'8"?"

"I'm 5'9" tall. I've never worn a size 4," she said with a laugh. "I'm a proportional size 8, no doubt, from all the swimming, running, and tennis that I play. After I dashed their dreams of not going to medical school or law school, my parents wanted me to be a model, but I wanted none of that nonsense with controlling agents, catcalls, horny photographers, and backstage drug and alcohol parties that went with modeling. So, tell me more about Felicia."

"Born in this country, she's Italian, Sicilian, actually. Her parents migrated here from Italy. She has long, blue-black hair and dark brown eyes with olive skin. Her skin tone is so dark that some people mistake her for Indian, that's how dark she is. I suspect she has some black blood in her, somewhere in her heritage."

"She sounds beautiful," said Samantha.

"She is. At the time I met her, outspoken, brash, and opinionated, she was like no woman I ever met before. Only, my Mom thought she was from the islands, but upon closer inspection, especially with me being so dark skinned myself, she didn't like the idea of me dating a Caucasian woman, no matter how dark she was," said Darnell with a chuckle. "Mom was afraid that I was going to single-handedly dilute the genetics of our family and was glad, when Felicia ended the relationship."

"It's difficult enough trying to find the right person to love without having to please our parents, too. No matter who it is or what color they are, when love strikes, it makes no sense to analyze it," said Samantha, "just embrace it."

"Being that my Dad was from England and my Mom was from Ireland, migrating here, when jobs were scarce in the UK, meeting someone so different than all the black women I dated from my neighborhood, it was love at first sight, when I met Felicia. I think it's rather comical, my black parents living here in this country. He has an English accent and she has a thick Irish brogue. In the way that some people have a hard time understand them, they sometimes have a difficult time understanding me with my Boston accent."

"That is funny," she said. "So, you were born here, in Boston?"

"Yeah, I'm a US citizen but my parents aren't. Their allegiance is to the Queen and to the British Royal Family," he said with a laugh.

"That was really something watching the Queens' 60th anniversary party being queen."

"Yeah, the Diamond Jubilee was, even better than the royal wedding between William and Kate. A time just after I broke up with Felicia, watching the royal wedding made me sad," said Darnell.

"That's understandable that you'd be said watching that elaborate of a wedding," said Samantha, after breaking up with someone you'd hoped to marry."

"It was," said Darnell. "Only, now that we're not together anymore, being able to take a step back and look at our past relationship from a different perceptive, I don't think she ever felt the same way about me, as I felt about her," he said looking at her with sadness. "I dunno, maybe I dated her because I wanted to shock my parents. Besides, she's more interested in her own kind, an Italian man. Presently, she's dating one of my friends, Vito, and, with both of them fluent in Italian, they appear to be a perfect match."

"Then, if my question isn't too personal, why even bother to make her jealous in hopes of trying to get her back? If she didn't love you, never loved you, it sounds to me that you should just forget about her and should be glad to be rid of her," she said basking Darnell in the glow of her beautiful, green eyes.

"My friend, Terrell, said the same thing. I'm not sure why I want her back. Maybe it has something to do with the interracial aspect of our relationship. Maybe because she dumped me is why I want her back. I dunno. What I know is, I felt so rejected. At first I wanted to make her jealous enough to get her back, but now I just want to make her jealous. I want her to see me with someone better looking than she is and, certainly, that's you," he said looking down at the full impressions her C cup breasts made in her low cut sundress, before looking up at her pretty face and being lost in her eyes. "You're very beautiful."

"Thank you," said Samantha.

"Only..."

"Yes?"

"Now that I met you and, with me being a black man, I hope you don't take this the wrong way," he said pausing and thinking before speaking.

"What? What's wrong?"

She looked at him with concern and when she did, he imagined her taking care of him, when he wasn't feeling well or when injured. Something Felicia wasn't good at doing, caring for another human being, Samantha wore her heart on her sleeve. Kind and sensitive, she was the type of loving woman that he needed and thought he was getting, when he started dating Felicia. Only, how could he be so wrong about someone he loved?

"I hope I'm not making a fool of myself but, after meeting you, I no longer care about making Felicia jealous," said Darnell with a look of expectancy. "After seeing who's out there in the world, besides Felicia, I no longer care about her. To be honest, for the first time feeling this way, as you just said, I'm glad I'm rid of her."

"Well, that's good," said Samantha not speaking for a moment. "So, does that mean that you won't be attending the Nude Day barbeque?" She persevered, when Darnell didn't answer. "Does that mean you won't be needing me to be your naked escort," she said looking at him with obvious disappointment.

"No not at all. I'd still like to attend the Nude Day barbeque with you, but without pretense and under different circumstances, now. I'd like to attend the barbeque with you as my date, instead of as my foil to use against my ex-girlfriend. You don't have to strip naked, now, of course, unless you want to, and I'll still pay you the--"

"Don't insult me, Darnell," said Samantha with a grin.

"Sorry, I didn't mean--"

"You don't have to pay me to date you," she said giving him a look that made him go all soft inside. "You're good looking yourself, but more importantly, I like you. Your kind, intelligent, and sensitive. Being that we already have a few things in common, just the opposite of your heritage, where your Dad lived in England and your Mom lived in Ireland, my Dad was Irish and my Mom was English. Maybe this could be the start of something beautiful," she said with a laugh.

"Ergo the freckles," said Darnell pointing to her face and already seduced by her beauty.

"Looking more like my Dad than my Mom, I always tried to hide my freckles, but I've since come to terms with them and with her."

"I like your freckles," he said taking her hand. "Samantha..."

"Yes?"

"Will you go out with me on a real date and not on a pretend date to make my ex-girlfriend jealous?"

"Yes, I will," said Samantha smiling at him, as if he had just asked her to marry him. "When?"

"Well, the barbeque is on Saturday, I thought we'd have dinner Friday to get better acquainted, before attending the naked celebration."

"Okay," she said. "This is my address, e-mail, and phone number," she said handing him a business card. "I do freelance writing and editing on the side."

"I'll pick you up at 8," said Darnell. "I know a great, informal place we can go eat. It's a little hole-in-the-wall, where we can take our time dining, while talking. The restaurant isn't much to look at, but the ambience can't be beat," he said with a laugh.

Promptly at 8, Darnell picked up Samantha and headed east. With the Atlantic ocean on his right, he reached his destination and parked the car. The gentleman that he is, he hurried around the car to open Samantha's door. "People come from all over to eat here. Kelly's makes the best roast beef sandwiches, clam dinners, and French fries around."

"Well, you're right about the restaurant not being much to look at, but the ambience is unbelievable," she said looking across the street at the ocean. "It's beautiful."

"They have another newer and nicer restaurant about 5 miles from here, but I continue coming here because of the ocean views. If that's okay with you, I figured we could eat our food in the car, while talking," said Darnell, while imagining making out with her, after eating.

"I'd like that," said Samantha.

Once they received their food and returned to the car, they drove to a remote spot that had a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean.

"Well, what do you think of the food?"

"This is the best roast beef sandwich I've ever had in my life and the clams are so tender and juicy. I'm glad we ordered one of each to share. I understand now, why you love this place. There's still a huge crowd waiting out front to be served," she said looking back at the restaurant in the distance.

"I've been coming here with my friends, since I was a kid. After we were done partying, we'd come here for a late night snack."

Both fell silent, while they ate their food. The panoramic view of the ocean out the windshield was better than watching a movie. After having been in a committed relationship with Felicia for three years, he thought she was the one. He thought they'd marry her one day and have kids. Now, sitting in his car with another white woman, so soon after the breakup, suddenly feeling, as if he was cheating on Felicia, he tried to wrap his brain around his relationship with her having ended.

He wondered if Samantha was his rebound woman. He wondered if he was only using Samantha to forget Felicia. He wondered if he was only interested in her for sex. Yet, forget about looking at her, all he had to do was to listen to all that she said to know that she was smart, smarter than Felicia, and fun. Just sitting there talking to her was one of the best times he's ever had with a woman. Then, when he turned his head to see her beautiful face and stare in her bright, green eyes, all he had to do was to look at her to know that he wasn't interested in her just for sex but for love. Inside and out, she was gorgeous.

Sitting there, while making pleasant conversation and looking out at the vast, dark ocean, he wondered what it would be like to hold her. As he had done with Felicia so very many times before, he wondered what it would like to look in her eyes and kiss her. He could only imagine what it would be like to touch her and to feel her through her clothes, while kissing her. He imagined her hand feeling his cock through his pants, while he felt her breasts through her blouse and fingered her nipples through her bra, as they kissed and kissed. With Felicia no longer in his thoughts, with Felicia already becoming a faded memory, especially now with Samantha sitting beside him, all he could think of was Samantha. Who would blame him? She was gorgeous.

"I reread you ad," she said wiping ketchup from her lips. "There may be some kissing, hugging, groping, and fondling, but there will be absolutely no sex," she said quoting him with a laugh. "Only a guy would write that," she said shaking her head. "Only a guy would spell it out in that way."

Now he wished he had written not only may there be some kissing, hugging, and fondling but also there will be absolutely lots of sex. Only, had he written that, a woman like her never would have answered his want advertisement. Had he written that, he never would have met her and he wouldn't be sitting here beside her with the ocean view. Was it fate that he wrote what he did, when he did? Was it kismet that she was sitting here now with him? Is she the one? He didn't know, but he hoped she was.

"I wrote that because I was afraid that the wrong women would answer the advertisement and many did," he said defending himself. "I figured that women would think that I was looking for the wrong type of an escort. I figured, being that it was a Craigslist ad that women would think that I was looking for sex, especially when stating in the ad that I was paying $300 for their time, trouble, and traveling expenses," he said with a laugh. "Because of the money, I figured they'd think that I wanted a prostitute, when all I wanted to do was to make Felicia jealous, but now, with you, I no longer give a care about Felicia.

"I see," she said looking at him with those big, green eyes and that wide, happy smile. "Well, this is what I was thinking," she said putting her food up on the dashboard and looking at him in a way that he always had wished Felicia would look at him but never did. "I think we should get the kissing part out of the way, to see if we have a connection."

Kissing? She wants to kiss him? As if she read his mind, as if psychically knowing that he wanted to kiss her, she shocked him that she volunteered to kiss him. An experiment in her love connection, he didn't care, so long as he could kiss her. Hardly an hour into their date and she asked him to kiss her. His heart was beating harder. His pulse was racing faster. His cock silently hardened by the thought of kissing her. God, she was so beautiful.

Here he was sitting there thinking about kissing her, when she, out of the blue, asked him to kiss her. When he parked here in such a remote place, he wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was afraid to be so alone with him in his parked car with no one close enough to hear her screams or to see her struggling. A man she just met, he could be a serial killer or a rapist for all that she knew. Now, here she is coming on to him, as the aggressor in wanting to kiss him. Only, what if he didn't pass her kissing test? Would that be it? Would she ask him to take her home? Or would she finish the date with polite coolness, until he brought her home and would never return his calls telling him that she had a good time?

Even though this was his first date with Samantha, even though he had just met her, after having met her and having put so much of himself into winning her, he wondered what his life would be with her in it, before wondering what his life would be without her. Feeling a loss more than the loss he felt, when he broke up with Felicia, he never met a woman that he wanted as much as he wanted Samantha. After eating roast beef and clams, he wondered if his breath was okay to pass her kissing test. Fortunately, for him she ate the same thing, too.

It had been a long time, since he kissed anyone other than Felicia and he wondered how he should kiss her. Just as his kiss would be telling for her, her kiss would be as telling for him. She was right, of course. If there wasn't a connection, other than a sexual relationship which, obviously, she didn't want, why waste his time with someone that wouldn't blossom into a committed relationship?

"To be honest, since you're not looking to use me to make your ex-girlfriend jealous anymore and since I'm looking more for love than for sex, I don't want to waste both our time, if there's nothing there." She looked at him and smiled. "I can tell a lot from a kiss."

"Well, certainly, you don't have to twist my arm or even ask me twice to kiss you. I've wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you," he said looking at her looking at him. "Only, now that you've removed the spontaneity from our first kiss and made it more like a final exam, I'm a little nervous. I haven't been this nervous about kissing a woman, since I was in high school. With Felicia the only woman that I've kissed in years, I'm afraid that I might fail your kissing test."

"Sorry, you're right. That was dumb of me to announce that and make our first kiss seem so clinical. Only, after hoping to be swept away by my knight in shining armor and after having kissed so very many frogs, I'm more detached from romance than, when I was first looking for my soul mate," she said with some sadness. "Of course, I want romance but only with the right man. With men being more visual and women more emotional, it's harder for a woman than it is for a man to find that perfect someone. I'm looking for someone to marry and have a family and most men are looking for someone to have a good sexual time with, before moving on to the next woman."




Wanted: A Black Woman for Nude Day



"I can understand how meeting the same type of men looking for only one thing can be frustrating and demoralizing, but not all men are like that. Men want love, as much as women do," he said looking at her with stars in his eyes.

Preparing himself mentally for his first kiss, he looked at Samantha, while waiting to feel all that he imagined he'd feel, when falling in love with her. Then, using that motivation to put in his kiss, he hoped that he'd pass her kissing test, after he put more emotion behind it. Surely, rather than being disqualified by just one kiss, he'd love to have another chance with her. Only, this one kiss, as if he were a prince and she was Cinderella, may be the only chance he'd ever have with her.

Actually, with his fate in the stars, what difference would it make if he failed her kissing test? Left unencumbered to find Miss Right, as he is without Felicia in his life, he'd be better off without Samantha, too, if she wasn't the right one either. Yet, if he passed her kissing test, this is a memory that they could tell all their friends, their family, and even their grandchildren about for the rest of their lives.

Then, he realized that he was testing her, just as much as she was testing him. Just as if there was no connection for her, if there was no connection for him, what's the sense of trying to develop a relationship that isn't there? He already wasted three years with Felicia and, at thirty-years-old, he wasn't getting any younger. Yet, just looking at her, he felt something that he never felt with Felicia. He felt a connection and he hoped she felt one, too.

"Okay, are you ready?" She looked at him and puckered her lips, before laughing.

"Wait," he said returning her laugh. "Give me a moment to prepare myself. I need motivation," he said, as if he was an actor about to play his kissing part. "What's my motivation? You're beautiful and I'm terribly attracted to you. This one kiss may lead to a lifelong commitment or the end of this date. This one kiss could conceivably lead to even more kissing with touching, feeling, and groping. This one kiss could--"

"Are you done?"

"Sorry," he said looking at her. "Yes, I think so?"

"Is this all that you think about before kissing a girl for the first time?"

"I'm a guy. Don't you think about any of that?" 

"No," she laughed. "I just allow it to happen."

"Actually, I'd rather not tell you what I think about before kissing a woman for the first time."

"I think I can imagine," she said with a laugh and looking down at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Okay. I'm ready. Here goes," he said leaning into her.

As if it was a kiss in a censored '50's era movie, they kissed a full kiss, but without tongues. Finally, Samantha was the one to part his lips with her tongue. As soon as she did, they kissed longer, deeper, and more passionately. Only, it wasn't until the third kiss that they both showed real passion for one another. Forget about the first kiss, it wasn't until the third kiss that their lips connected them.

"Well, did I pass?" Darnell looked at her with stars in his eyes. "Because I know that I could have given you a better kiss, if only you'd give me another chance. I'm just nervous being put on the spot to perform like this. Just give me one more chance. I know that I can give you a better kiss. Maybe, if we stood outside the car and I could have--"

"Just shut up and kiss me, Darnell," she said putting her arm around his neck and pulling him to her.

They kissed and kissed and kissed, until Darnell couldn't stand the suspense and broke away from her.

"Well? Tell me. Did I pass? Did I pass your kissing test?" Feeling as if he had, he looked at her with desire. "I need to know, Samantha, if you're as attracted to me, as I am to you."

"Oh, yeah. You're a good kisser alright but more importantly, I felt something," she looked at him, while playing with his fingers. "What about you? Did you feel anything, when kissing me?"

"Did I feel anything? Are you kidding me? Oh, yeah, I did," said Darnell wanting to unzip himself and pull out his cock to show her exactly how much he felt and how hard he fell for her. He looked at her and smiled. "Yet, keeping in mind the ad that I wrote for Craigslist about kissing, hugging, groping, and fondling, this is what I was thinking."

"Yes?"

"Since we got the kissing part out of the way, being that it was part of my ad, I think we should get the hugging, groping, and fondling part out of the way, too," he said with a laugh.

"Oh, you do, huh?" She looked at him and laughed.

"I do," said Darnell puffing out his chest.

"It was, as if you read my mind," she said with a dirty laugh and a sexy look.

They kissed again. Only, this time, he felt her breasts through her dress and bra, while she felt his cock through his pants. 

Kissing and kissing, while forgetting he ever dated, what's her name, Samantha groped his cock through his pants, while French kissing him. He felt her breasts through her dress and bra, as soon as her nipples made their appearance, he fingered them, too. As soon as he started fingering her nipples and teasing them out with his fingertips, the harder and bigger they became. The more he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples, the more excited she became. Then, once her nipples were erect and hard, he pulled them out even further with his fingertips, while kissing her.

Taking his cue by the way she was fondling his cock through his pants and by the passion she returned in his kisses, he stuck his hand down her low cut sundress to feel her breasts through her bra. A front snapper, it wasn't very difficult to release the snap and he did. Now with her naked breasts in the palm of his hand, he fondled one, before caressing her other breast. He pulled the front of her dress down to expose her breasts for him to see and for him to suck her nipples. Firm and shapely, she had fabulous, natural breasts. Then, testing the waters, he reached his hand down between her legs and up her short dress. Raising her dress high enough to exposed her white panty, he cupped her pussy through her panty, while tracing her pussy slit with his fingers.

Not one to allow him to have all the fun, she unzipped him and reached her hand inside his pants to feel his cock through his underwear, while kissing him. Then, she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and pulled down the top of his boxer shorts to expose his erect prick, while holding and fondling his cock. Slowly stroking him, while fondling the head of his cock, she looked down and stared at his erect penis. Once he moved her panty aside and inserted his finger inside of her and once he started rubbing her clit, she leaned down and took him in her mouth. He couldn't believe Samantha, the new woman of his dreams was giving him a blowjob, while he probed her pussy with his finger.

Honestly, when he first met her in Starbucks, he never thought she'd agree to go out with him. Then, when she sat with him in his car eating their food, while watching the ocean, he'd never thought she'd allow him to even kiss her, especially after she said he'd have to pass her kissing test. Now, feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, while inserting his finger deep inside of her and rubbing her clit, as she stroked and sucked his cock, he hasn't had this hot of a date in a very long time. Matter of fact, he's never had a better first date than this, even with his beloved Felicia. If his first date was this good, he couldn't even imagine his second date.

She stopped sucking him, before he ejaculated in her mouth. He was disappointed that he didn't cum, especially when, obviously, she had a quiet orgasm from him fingering her. Nonetheless, even though her lips were no longer around his cock, he still had her lips there to kiss and kiss and kiss.

"Well, I think that was enough for a first date," she said with a laugh, while snapping her bra and straightening her dress.

"So, do you mean to say that you agree to go on a second date with me?"

"I don't know," she said.

"You don't know? What do you mean, you don't know?"

Darnell put his cock away and zipped, buttoned, and buckled his pants.

"I haven't been asked, yet," she said with a sly smile.

"Samantha," said Darnell taking her hand in his. "Would you go on a second date with me?"

"Yes, Darnell, I will. When?"

"Saturday. Forget about the Nude Day barbeque. Let's go see a movie and then have dinner at a proper sit down restaurant."

"Okay," she said.

That Saturday, Nude Day, instead of attending the Nude Day barbeque, Darnell and Samantha watched a movie and had dinner after. Then, with everything going so well, Samantha invited him up for a nightcap. She poured him a drink before excusing herself.

"Pardon me for a moment," she said going in her bedroom. When she reappeared, he couldn't believe his eyes. Something he had only read about in Penthouse Forum, he never knew any woman who really did his. She was naked.

"Oh, my God, you're so beautiful," he said standing to stare.

"Being that this is Nude Day, being that we didn't attend the Nude Day barbeque, I wanted to show you all that you missed."

He walked to her to take her in his arms. Kissing and kissing her, while feeling her naked ass and her breasts, before reaching down to feel her exposed pussy, she was already so wet. Obviously, she wanted him, as much as he wanted her. He was still there the next morning, when she had to run out to the mall to buy the Sunday paper and some coffee. Glad to go with her, they walked through the mall holding hands and laughing like the lovers they now were.

"Darnell?" A sad, little woman approached them dragging an impatient man behind her.

"Felicia! How nice to see you," he said giving her a happy smile, with a kiss on the cheek. "How are you?"

"I'm good. I didn't see you at the Nude Day barbeque, yesterday," she said eyeing Samantha.

"Oh, that," he said waving a hand of disinterest. "I figured with us no longer together, that I'd only make you uncomfortable attending with my date," he said looking from Felicia to look at Samantha. "Samantha, this is Felicia my ex-girlfriend. Felicia, this is Samantha, my new girlfriend," said Darnell beaming.

"You know, Vito," said Felicia to Darnell.

"Yes, of course," he said sticking out his hand for Vito to shake. "How are you, Vito?"

"Good and yourself?" Vito and Felicia eyed Samantha. Who wouldn't? At six foot tall with her heels and hair, easily, she was still six inches taller than Felicia in her high heels.

"Good," said Darnell.

Darnell accomplished what he set out to do in making Felicia jealous, only he no longer cared. In love with Samantha, she was all the woman he'd ever need. They were married within the year.

THE END

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Wanted: A Man For Me



Is the perfect man really out there?  Well, I hope not, because I’m not perfect which means we’d make a pretty bad match.  I want flawed, but sexy.  I have spoken to many people who think that it is best to be friends first and then see what happens with the sexual side.  But to me, that means that the sexual should be rated lower than the friendship…and that just doesn’t seem right.  Friendship is great…but without sex, it sucks!  My man should rock my world and make my head spin with thoughts of what we want to do with and for one another.

If I had to write an advertisement to catch myself a man, it would read something like this:

WANTED

A HEALTHY MALE, 45 TO 55 FOR HEALTHY 32 YEAR OLD FEMALE. 
MUST LOVE SEX AND HAVE GREAT COMMUNICATION SKILLS. (see note on sex below)
MUST BE ABLE TO BE MY FRIEND AS WELL AS MY LOVER.
MUST BE PLAYFUL WITH A SENSE OF LIFE AND FUN BUT ALSO INDEPENDENT AND ORGANISED SO I DON’T HAVE TO BE HIS MOTHER OR SECRETARY.
MUST LOVE ANIMALS.
MUST LOVE ME.

NOTE ON SEX

IF YOU JUST LIKE SOMEWHERE WARM AND WET TO PUT YOUR COCK EVERY NOW AND THEN, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THIS ADD.  I NEED MORE THAN THAT.

I NEED SOMEONE WHO SEES MAKING LOVE AS AN ARTFORM THAT GETS BETTER AND BETTER, NOT WORSE AND LESS FREQUENT AS TIME GOES BY.

I BELIEVE THAT MAKING LOVE IS LIKE COOKING.  YOU WOULDN’T MAKE THE SAME DISH THE SAME WAY DAY AFTER DAY WITHOUT VARYING THE INGREDIENTS OR TRYING NEW SPICES…OR GOING OUTDOORS AND HAVING A PICNIC OCCASIONALLY.  SO WHY SHOULD SEX BE THE SAME?

IF YOU ARE THINKING OF ANSWERING THIS ADD THEN YOU MUST BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A TYPICAL DAY WITH ME:

Example of a Typical Day with Me

You wake to a warm sensation on your cock.  You realize that it is my mouth wrapped around your cock and my tongue is dancing around the ridges and running along the veins.  As your cock becomes harder you can feel me taking it all the way down my throat and gently squeezing the head.  Then I come up to give you your good morning kiss.  I take your head in my hands and look lovingly into your eyes.  Then I slowly kiss you, sensuously…soft at first, then gradually becoming a bit harder till I am encouraging your tongue to play with mine.  Then I smile and say “Good Morning” and you smell the coffee I have placed on the bedside table.  While you are sitting up and drinking your morning cuppa, I go down on you again while you sit back and enjoy.

[We interrupt this typical day with the typical full days’ work…yes we both have to work unfortunately.]

While at work you may get the odd text message on your phone about how horny I am and how I can’t wait till we get home so I can tackle you and have my wicked way.  Or I may suggest a new sexual thing I have been thinking about and want to try tonight.  Or I may just write “I LOVE YOU” or “I’M THINKING OF YOU.”  But either way, you will know I am thinking of you or us and what I want to do with you when I see you.

When you get home you won’t even get through the first two words of “HI HONEY, I’M HOME!” before I grab you and kiss you passionately and thoroughly.  Then when we are both breathing quite heavily, I would get you to give me a ‘quickie’ before dinner.  That could just be me going straight down on you as you still stand just inside the door and then bending over for you to fuck my pussy or ass.  Or, I could just walk up to the couch and bend over the back of it wearing a short summer dress and no underwear.  Or I could jump you while you are in the shower and torture your naked body with kisses everywhere while constantly ‘dropping the soap’…

Then we would get to do some small talk while eating dinner and find out about the other’s day.  After dinner I would quickly do the dishes or we could do them together so we get to ‘play’ sooner.  You may go watch some TV while I am in the kitchen and then walk up behind me, lift the back of my dress and slide your hot hard cock up inside me.  After you have pumped me full of your cum, you put my dress back down and casually open the fridge to pull out a beer.  Then you glance my way and smile as you watch your cum leaking out of me and running down the inside of my thighs, turn and go back to the TV.

You must be prepared for the fact that I would never be able to keep my hands off your sexy body…ever.  If you wanted any peace at all you would have to tie me up somewhere maybe to the bed in some humiliating position reserved for personal cum sluts and sex slaves.  For instance, if you were watching the soccer and were sick of me bringing you cold beers and sucking on your cock during the game…then you would have to ensure I am well and truly bound tight before you sit down to watch.  You could also tie me down on the bed in a good position to fuck and then cum up every commercial break to slide in and out a few times and or use a flogger on me if I complain.

When we retire for the evening, don’t think you would be safe (unless I am still tied up).  You would be used and abused some more.  You would have to put up with relaxing full body massages and foot rubs with of course, lots more cock sucking.  And be prepared for my active imagination and fantasies.  I would want to play out my fantasies with you or watch porn together and try stuff we see them do.  You would have to be able to be my MASTER when we play dominant/submissive together so you need to have a commanding presence and be able to dominate me.

During the night you would also need to be prepared that I may get extremely turned on by spooning your naked ass or you spooning mine.  This gets me so horny that I would practically force you to feed me your cock…and don’t get me started on ‘the crack of dawn’….

I like to play with really big dildos so you would need to be confident enough in yourself so that it would not bother you.   Hopefully you would not mind me stretching my pussy or ass with giant rubber cocks and maybe you might like to join in and help or stand back and tell me what to do while you take photos…

I like the world to know we are in love and so you would have to be comfortable with public displays of affection or the occasional bit of exhibitionist behavior.  I need a man to be happy that other men find his woman attractive also.  Remember that I will always save the last dance for you and you are the one I am going home with…

Finally, some quick points that may be of interest…The typical day that I outlined above, would be common for weekdays…but be prepared that it all gets much much hotter on a weekend when we have all day together.  You may also have to put up with me doing some housework wearing very little to no clothing and bending over quite low to dust items lower down….

Also, please note that I do not wear jewelry, so don’t bother getting me any expensive gifts like rings, earrings, necklaces etc... I won’t wear them.  In fact, I do not place much worth on material things and would much rather prefer to have you….YOU….AND NOTHING BUT YOU!  I could live in a tin shed and still be happy, as long as I could cum home to YOU.

So, if you are ok with what I have written and think you could handle being with me…cum on, what are you waiting for?

*

Author’s Note:  If you are wondering weather I really love sucking cock so much…just read my other story: “WORSHIP HIS COCK”  
If that doesn’t prove it, nothing will. 



Wanted: A Real Man!



When I awake, I remember every detail of last night's dream, where I was not sleeping but making love. I shudder as my emotions overwhelm me and tears stream down my face. It seems like an eternity since I felt a man's touch, the kind of caress that awakens every part of me. Oh, God, to feel that thrill once more, after all these years, would be heaven. How long must I wait before I find that special someone, a man who will not only capture my heart, but fill every aspect of my life?

I search online, joining many date sights, and wonder, are they any good, or is the internet version of "the bar scene"?

At first I get many replies; most want a no strings attached relationship. Sure, they are fun and I have had a few along the way, but I want more.

One day, unexpectedly, I receive an email from a man I will call James. He did not start the letter by boasting of his big, long, and hard cock, or details of how good he can fuck. The letter said, "I like your profile, please read mine and write me if you're interested in just meeting me for dinner."

I open your profile just to see what it says, wondering in the back of my mind if the opening line of his email is misleading. As I read, it tells me the usual stuff about his age and status. After that all it mentions is you are lonely, just looking for a female friend. Someone to take to dinner at first, and then to see if there is chemistry between them that can lead to more. It sounds innocent enough. I'm lonesome too and my mind is shouting, "Should I, could I, oh hell, why not!"

I email you and tell you to call me Amanda. We converse through email, and by phone, many times. Your voice and mannerisms are captivating, you don't sound like the men I have dated in the past, which turned out to be horny, hungry, pussy-hounds. Although my mind is still a little hesitant, my body is excited about the possibility of a new relationship. Monday, around ten a.m., I email you and agree to meet you for dinner at a local restaurant. Afterwards a million thoughts start going through my head; will you like me, will I like him, so on, and so forth. 

This evening you call me. "Amanda, thanks for agreeing to meet me for dinner. I was worried you'd not follow through with it. I'm sure glad you did."

"You're welcome James. To be honest, I thought about it, and figured that I'm not going to find anyone sitting here at home, having a pity party."

You pause, snicker, and ask, "I was just wondering something. Now, don't feel offended about my next question. Baby, if we find out we are compatible during dinner, can I have you for dessert?"

I'm glad that we are talking on the phone, because at this moment I was blushing from head to toe. I ponder the thought, "What if there is chemistry?" The woman in me wants to scream, "I need to have a man, show me that I'm a woman again." Then I give myself a little pet talk, saying, "Go slow, and don't be too darn provocative."

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and giggled. "Ah, let's just have dinner and see what happens, I'm not promising anything yet."

"Okay, see you Saturday. I'll pick you up around six thirty p.m., if that's alright with you."

"I'd like that, because I'm still new to this area. I don't know my way around town very well, and can get lost going around the corner."

You laugh and say, "I don't get lost sweetheart, I've been bewildered a time or two. It's time for me to get ready for bed. Love yahs doll."

I look at my watch and realize we've been talking for a half hour. I yawn, stretch, and bid you goodbye. I then get ready for bed.

As I lay there, my thoughts wander. It feels like it's been ages since a man touched my warm, smooth skin, smelled my scent, and tasted my flesh. I quiver when I remember the last time a man spent the night with me. He took his time memorizing every inch of me, and set me ablaze with passion. Would you take time to get to know me, and when the time is right, go further?

I fall asleep dreaming of the many rendezvous' with you. The long walks in the park, going to the theater, candlelight dinners, and several sexual delights.

It seems like the days pass by slower than molasses. When Saturday comes, I'm more nervous than a teenager on her first date. I wonder if you are just as jittery. In the back of my mind I still wonder if you're a phony, just looking for a one-night stand.

Around three I search for that one perfect outfit that shows I have class, am a vivacious woman, but not too provocative. I choose my sexiest lingerie, a mint green pantsuit, along with a floral blouse and matching heels. I then coordinate it with my jewelry and perfume. Seeing that everything is to my liking, I head for the bathroom and a luxurious bath. 

I pamper myself for an hour, then get out of the tub and dry myself off. I then go into the bedroom to put on my lingerie. With trembling hands I put on my undergarments and make-up. After all I want to be alluring and bewitching.

I put on everything, step into my heels, then walk over to my full-length mirror to check myself out. I examine myself, whistle, and purr. "Wow, Amanda, you are a knockout, guaranteed to make any man drool."

I walk into the living room and sit down. I need to do something to keep myself cool, calm, and collected. I try watching television, this doesn't work, so I pick up the newspaper. With shaky hands I begin reading the front page. 

I am in the middle of reading when I hear a car pull into the driveway. I look at my watch, gulp, and take a deep breath. "Well babe, it's now or never."

James's knocks on the door. I swear my heart is beating so loud my neighbor can hear it. I walk over, open the door and there you stand. Your six-foot frame is overpowering to my five-foot four. You have a smile and twinkling blue eyes that made me weak in the knees and I shudder with desire. I reach out my hand to greet you, uttering a breathless hello, and then nearly pass out.

You pull me into his arms and kiss my cheek. "Hello Amanda. You're beautiful." 

I thank you hoping not to sound too excited. However, my mind shouts, "Is he for real, if so pinch me please!" 

You escort me to the car and we drive off in the direction of the restaurant. 

Once there, you escort me into the restaurant. You then tell me that you are going to choose a table away from the main dining area, so we can talk openly and privately. You are a perfect gentleman, and help me to my seat. 

We then look over the menu, I choose what I want, and then you tell the waiter his request. You pause and suggest, "Shall I order some wine, Amanda?"

"Sure, why not, we are celebrating the start of something new."

After toasting to "new beginnings" we proceed to enjoy dinner. The meal is superb and the conversation enjoyable. I don't know why, but I feel like we are long time friends taking it to the next level. 

I can't keep my eyes off you. I wonder if you have any idea what you're doing to me. When you speak, my heart skips a beat. Every movement of your body sends a thrill of desire through me, and I get this overwhelming desire to make love to you.

I jump when you clear your throat and ask, "What's wrong, do I have a piece of food caught in my teeth?"

"No, I was just daydreaming."

"Aha, let me ask you this. Is it an ordinary one, or sultry one which involves me and you?"

I smile, blush, and answer, "How's about having me for dessert?"

For a moment I think you are going to pass out. I reach for your hand and ask, "Are you okay, you look like you're going to faint? If you do, I am a nurse and can bring you too, with a little mouth to mouth."

"Honey, are you serious? Please tell me you're not kidding around with me."

"I assure you, I don't kid around like that. By the way, I find you very attractive, and to be honest, I'm dying to see you without those clothes!"

You reach out for my hand and whisper, "Your place or mine doll?"

"Yours, my old grumpy landlord who occupies the other half of the duplex might not appreciate me having gentlemen callers."

By the way, we skip dessert at the restaurant and drive directly to your house. You unlock the door, let me walk through the door first, and then pull me inside into your arms. 

As your big arms encircle me, and our lips meet. A shudder goes through me clear to the center of my womanhood. I love the smell of a man, the heat of his skin, and its texture. I'm very affectionate, I also caress, kiss, lick, suck, and taste ever inch of a man. 

You look into my eyes and ask, "Oh God honey, where do I start?"

I giggle and purr, "First off let's go to your bedroom, where we can get comfy."

Anxious, with a million thoughts rushing through my head you lead me there. Once there, I suggest that you sit on the bed and watch me. After all, in my opinion nothing revs up a man's motor than a striptease. 

With trembling fingers I take things off piece-by-piece so you can see each limb, rise, swell, dip, and valley of my body. I stand there nude for a few moments, open to your lusty gaze. Following this I move onto the bed, lying atop the covers, allowing nothing to come between us. I wink and lick my lips, knowing what is going to happen next.

"Baby, I don't want you to take off your clothing yet. Instead, stand at the foot of the bed with your hands behind your head. Keep them there, no matter what I do, or how badly you want to move them, don't. I want to discover and explore every inch of you without any interruptions." 

I move to the end of the bed and slowly begin to take off your clothing, watching your hungry stare take in my naked flesh. Once you are nude I just sit there for a moment, not touching you, letting my lustful eyes roam over you. 

Just when I know the suspense is going to make you pass out, I suggest, "Baby climb onto the bed and lay on your back, with your hands still behind your head." 

I then move up next to your head, and pause briefly before rising up and softly pressing my lips to your brow. Kissing you so gently, I can feel your skin trembling with anticipation. Slowly, with wet tantalizing kisses, I move downward to your eyes, the curve of each cheek, the jaw line, cleft of your chin, and your sweet, kissable lips. 

I pause, gasp, and tremble hungrily clear down to the center of my womanhood. I place my tongue against your lips, tracing the shape of them before teasingly dipping it between your lips. I then stop for a moment and look up into your passionate eyes before placing my lips upon yours. 

I then let go of all my inhibitions, kissing you deeply, conveying all my wants, needs, and lusty desires. 

You respond by sliding your tongue between my lips, entangling it with mine as we do the dance of lovers. I feel your arms move as to encircle my body and pull me into your embrace.

I stop kissing you for a moment and whisper, "Uh-uh, not yet love."

Once you put your hands behind your head again, I lean over and kiss you again. Following this I leave a wet trail with my tongue along your jaw line to your right ear lobe. I gently nibble it with my teeth before sliding my lips down your throat. 

My tongue begins flicking a path from there to your left shoulder. I kiss the area as I plac my hand against your right nipple. I then stop temporarily, before continuing, because I want to watch your reaction. I look up into your eyes and bite you gently.

You gasped breathlessly, and I feel your nipple hardened, as your skin quivers under my lips. I then lick my way to that little dip at your clavicle. There, I kiss the skin and then suck it into my mouth, again marking you.

At this point I remind you not to move your arms. I reposition myself near your hips and instruct you to spread your legs. I then place one arm on either side of your chest and pull myself up over you. Breathing heavily as I my breast presses against your chest, the hardened nipples graze yours. 

Raising my body up I sit back on my knees and continue exploring your body. I start by kissing and flicking my tongue across your flesh. I encircle your right nipple with my tongue, arousing it more. I then take it between my teeth, biting it gently, and then rolling it between my lips. I then move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. 

I move down your body, kissing my way across your stomach and abdomen. I feel your hard cock wedging itself between my breasts. I ignore it for the moment as I tantalize the flesh around your navel with my tongue. You arch your hips and flex your cock as my breasts knead it.

By this time I want more than just to taste you, I want to feel your cock buried deep inside my pussy. I pull away from you and purr, "Slow down baby, I don't want you cumming on my tits." 

I move so I am lying between your legs with your cock only inches from my face. I love the way your pre-cum is making the head shiny and wet. I carefully run the fingers of one hand across the hard shaft and feel the vein pulsating against my skin. I then lift your heavy, cum filled sac, squeezing, slowly massaging them, and rolling them through my fingers. 

I stopped but only long enough to breathlessly utter, "Take your hands off your head darling, it's been too long since a man had made love to me. I need your cock inside me, now!" 

Your hands move and grasp my shoulders as your lips tell me to spread my beautiful legs and straddle your hips. I straddle you, wrapping my hand around the base of your cock to guide it inside me. 

You grasp my hips and slowly slide me down on your pulsating member. I see your nostrils flaring as they inhale my scent, and feel the heat of your body against mine. 

I close my eyes and rock back and forth on your cock as my fingertips twist and roll each nipple. I love the feeling of the shaft stretching the walls of my vagina, filling me deeply. The head brushes against my cervix and I quiver from head to toe. All the action is bringing me closer to climax. 

I squeal in delight. "Ooooh, fuck me baby, harder, deeper, mmm, yeah, just like that! Oh my god, I'm going to cover your cock with my sweet cum!"

Your eyes watch me riding you as cum churns in your balls begging for release. Your fingers toy with my pulsating clit, and you know by my actions I will cum soon. 

"Oh fuck, your pussy feels so damn good on my dick. I want you to cum for me baby. That's it, ride me hard baby, and put me away wet." 

The sucking sounds and movement quicken as my excitement grows. The walls of my vagina grip it like a vice milking it continuously. All of a sudden I feel an orgasm surge through my body. I arch my back and ram myself hard down onto your cock and flood your cock, groin and balls with my cum. 

You hold me by the hips as I ride out my climax. You gasp breathlessly and go rigid, because my actions have triggered your own. Your climax explodes, filling every crevice within my vaginal orifice.

I press my lips against yours and we kiss, deeply. I can feel your passion intertwining with mine as your body slowly gentles from its mind-blowing release. We lay there together reveling in the moment, not wanting it to end.

I then lay next to you, breathing heavily, as I recover my strength. Your hand brushes back my hair from my brow. You move the tips of your fingers down across my eyebrows, down my nose, to my lips. You trace their outline, before sliding one finger into my mouth. 

You move your finger in and out as I suck on it, coating it with saliva. You whisper, "I love your soft lips and how they look sucking my finger. I bet they'd be great wrapped around my dick."

I stop sucking your finger; wriggle my nose and wink. "Well baby, this is your lucky day, because I love to suck cock, before and after I fuck."

You lay back on the bed and say, "Looks like my dick could use a little cleaning baby, have at it."

I sit up, move down, take your cock in hand, run it across my lips, and flick it with my tongue. "MMM, tasty," I purr.

I wrap my lips around the head of your cock and suck in slowly, cleaning every drop of our mixture from it. I then proceed to clean your balls. 

"Oh, careful with the family jewels baby."

I can feel my body responding once more as I clean your member. When finished, I sit up and lick my lips. "I love the way you make me feel honey."

"I'm glad because I thought you might be like many woman who I meet online. A woman of pure fantasy, which usually means, meets me, spend the night with me, and be gone by sunrise."

"Oooh, I hate wham bam thank you man sex! I will admit you surprised me, and I have a hunch we'll be friend and lovers for a long time."

"Honey, you have to quit reading my mind, am I that apparent?"

"No, I think we both have been so lonely for too damn long. We decided to take a chance just one more time, and this time, we are both winners."

You push me back on the bed and utter, "I agree, for now stop talking will you baby. I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to go to sleep."

"Me neither, in fact, I'm ready for round two."

"Baby, lie on your back, it's my turn to pleasure you." 

Before I can say a word, you grasp my right breast and begin kneading it. You wrap your lips around the nipple and draw it deep into your mouth. You lick and suck on it, while your other hand pulls and tugs on the other one. Then you begin rubbing your tongue across the head and without warning bite it gently. 

The feeling is euphoric; I close my eyes and purr, "I love a titty-man!"

My whole body responds and I clutch your shoulder as the thrill surges through me to my core. You then move your mouth to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. A fire begins to brew within my pussy, it is on fire, flooding with my juices as you continue tantalizing my nipples. I arch my back from the intense pleasure-pain mingled within. Your left hand trails down to my pussy and I spread my legs wide so you can gain better access. You slide two fingers through my wetness, in search of my sensitive bud. Once you find it, you begin rubbing it in circular motions for a few moments. Then you caress me from there to my vagina. You slide one finger in slowly, and then look up at me.

"Mmm, I can see that my baby likes what I am doing. Now, tell me what you want me to do doll!"

"I love what you're doing baby. Please finger-fuck me, turn me on, make me yours!"

You shove your finger deeper, harder, and upward toward my pubic bone, in search of my g-spot. You know you have come in contact with it, because my breathing hastens.

I shove my pussy onto your fingers, feeling my second climax building like a freight train out of control. All of a sudden you pull back. I start to say something when I see you move between my legs. I tremble when I realize what you're going to do.

Your mouth is an inch from my pussy, and your nostrils flare as they inhale deeply. My aroma intoxicates every inch of you. You kiss my clit, and then flick it with your tongue. Next, you suck my clit into your mouth, and suck it feverously as you increase the action of your fingers

I grab the sheet, turn my head from side to side, and squeal, "Eat me baby!"

My own body takes over and I cum harder than I have in a very long time. You stay between my legs until you have swallowed every sweet drop.

Next you move up to my head and take your cock in hand and show it to me. I can see your cock is hard as steel and I lick my lips hungrily. You take the head of it and trace my lips, smearing them with pre-cum. 

"Baby, suck my dick!"

I open my mouth and take your member into my mouth. As I begin sucking, I can feel the blood pulsing through the shaft as it throbs and twitches. It feels so good to have my mouth fucked. My hands guide your cock as I engulf it until my lips touched your pubic hair. You place one hand on the back of my head, as the other reaches for my pussy again. You begin fucking my mouth while rubbing my clit.




Wanted: A Real Man!



"Oh fuck, Amanda, you suck my cock like a pro. I've never known a woman who could deep throat a man before. That's it baby, take it all, suck it hard, make me cum again!"

Sweat covers our bodies and we move like a well-oiled machine moving in unison, bringing us both closer to another climax. 

You tell me that you can feel your orgasm closing in, but you want to wait for me to cum with you. You press your cock into my mouth as your fingers pinch my clit gently.

I scream, "I'm going to cum, now!"

"Me too, oh fuck here it comes!"

My climax explodes all over your hand, as yours blasts down the back of my throat. I swallow, eagerly not wanting to miss a single drop. You bring your cum laden fingers to your lips to savor its flavor.

Afterwards you collapse on the bed beside me, and take me into your arms. We are both well satisfied, reveling in the moment, too hot, sweaty, and tired to move.

I look into your eyes, smirk, and admit, "Well I can say one thing about you baby, you're definitely no phony!" 

"Thanks baby, now sleep in my arms, and save up your strength for tomorrow."

I give you a puzzled look and ask, "What happens tomorrow?"

You kissed my cheek, grin devilishly and say, "Round three."



Wanted: A Story



You check your email and see 17 new messages from the ad you posted: Single curvy woman with large breasts desires a story to please her.

You start to read the submissions. The first one is short and to the point. "I come up behind and tell you to bend over. I fuck you from behind until I cum in you."

The next one just asks for your picture. The third one isn't too bad and is slightly arousing. You spend the next half hour reading through the remaining 14 emails. As you read the last email, it sounds familiar as if you have read it before. You go back and check your other emails. There are two similar stories. Not exact copies, but they both describe the same event.

"A curvy brunette knocks on the door to a rundown bar. The bar has had the life squeezed out of it by the two industrial lots. She glances over her shoulder at the sports stadium that towers several blocks away. The sound of the creaky door opening draws her attention back to the bar. The inside is dark and she only makes out dark shapes. A deep voice tells her to come inside. She hesitates, but curiosity draws her in. The door shuts behind her with a thud."

You can't believe the similarities and re-read the stories another time. All three were quite arousing. All three stories all point you to the same bar at the same time. Tonight at 8. Your heart is pounding as you wonder if you should go. You reach down and feel the wetness seeping through your panties and know that you have to go. You search through your closet for an outfit and wonder what you will do until it is time to leave.

At 8 you step out of your car into an empty parking lot. You are dressed up in a black skirt and heels just like the character in the stories. The bar stands in front of you as described in the stories. You start to walk toward it. Unlike the stories the door opens before you get to it. You step inside and the door closes behind you.

Your eyes are still getting used to the dark inside when the deep voice speaks out from behind you: "I told you she would come. They always do."

One of the dark shapes stands up from a table and approaches, 

"You are right Tyre. You are always right."

The shape resolves itself into a middle aged black man, dressed in jeans and a dirty white undershirt.

Tyre steps close behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder. He grunts as he struggles to unzip the tiny zipper on the back of your dress with his thick fingers. The man in front, Jackson, does not have trouble with his own zipper as he lets his jeans drop to the floor. Tyre roughly pulls down your dress and bra straps over your shoulders revealing your DD tits to Jackson. Jackson reaches down and starts to rub his crotch through his boxers as he places his other hand on your tit and squeezes it.  

"This one has a nice rack."

His hand rubs your breast and then slides up to your shoulder and pushes you down to your knees in front of him. He has worked his cock out of his boxers and it hangs heavy in front of your face. He strokes it a few more times and it hardens to 8 inches. Behind you, you hear Tyre unzips his pants. Jackson's cock hangs in front of your face and it is joined by Tyre's cock which is also long and hard for you. 

Jackson asks, "Well what are you waiting for?"

....

Jackson presses his hard black cock up against your cheek as Tyre strokes his cock patiently. Jackson's cock slides across your cheek and touches your lips. He strokes your brunette hair and then, holding your head, he pushes his hips forward and lets out a grunt as his cock enters your mouth. His cock is big and only fits about halfway in before his head hits the back of your throat.

Tyre reaches down and places your hand on his cock and wraps his hand around yours. He starts to move his hand back and forth, forcing you to stroke his swollen member. 

"Feel that. Do you want that inside of you?" he asks. 

"mmhmmrmmrmhh" is all the sound you can make with Jackson's cock filling up your mouth. 

Both men chuckle and Tyre says: "Oh don't worry you will get what you want."

Jackson slides his cock in and out of your mouth, guiding your head back and forth with his hand. His cock is warm and hard against your lips. He pulls your head back until your lips bump up against the swollen ridge of his cockhead, and then reverses direction sliding your lips back down his shaft until it presses into the back of your throat.

Tyre loosens his grip on your hand and leaves your hand on his cock. The back and forth motion of your body as you suck his friend's dick makes your small hand grip his cock for support. Your hand grips tight as Jackson pushes more of his cock into your mouth on each stroke. You notice that your hand doesn't wrap all the way around Tyre's cock as you cling to it. 

Tyre looks over at Jackson and asks: "Ready now?"

Jackson nods and Tyre pulls back, and walk away, leaving your hand with nowhere to go for support except Jackson's leg. You try to see where he is going, but Jackson puts his other hand on your head and pushes his cock deeper into his mouth. You hear a noise of jangling chains and Tyre's footsteps returning, but can't see what is going on. Your field of vision is filled up with Jackson's stomach and the portion of his shaft that he hasn't managed to fit down your throat.

....

Jackson buries his cock deep in your throat, but doesn't withdraw this time. He holds the back of your head firmly with his large hands as his cock fills your mouth and throat making it hard to breathe. Between gasps, you see the tip of your nose is now almost touching the small curly black hairs of Jackson's crotch and you realize that most of his 8 inch cock is inside your mouth.

You feel Jackson's cock bulge against your lips a half second before his cum spurts into your throat. The second and third spurt rapidly fill up any empty space in your mouth. His cock pulses as you feel his balls swaying back and forth and bumping you on the chin as he empties his warm and sticky load into your mouth. As you inhale, some of it runs down your throat, but that isn't enough to relieve the sense of fullness in your mouth. You feel like you cannot take any more, but his strong hands keep your head and lips planted on his surging member through each new wave of semen.

After what seems like an eternity, you feel a final twitch and Jackson's orgasm subsides. His cum leaks out between your stretched lips and his cock. He releases his hands from the back of your head. Without his firm grip to contain his cock, and cum, your head moves backwards and his cock slides out. You feel the mixture of cum and saliva spilling over your lips, dripping off of your chin, and Jackson's dangling member, landing on your bare breasts. 

As you pull back, you feel Tyre wrap something around your neck. As you swallow and get your breath, he tightens and secures it. You reach up and touch the leather collar that now circles your neck. 

"Get up," Tyre commands as you feel the pressure around your neck of him pulling on the chain attached to your collar. You swallow the last wad of Jackson's seed as you stand up. Tyre looks you up and down, pausing to watch some the mess drip down your cleavage. One lucky stream has made it all the way out to your hard nipple and is just curving around it before it continues its journey down. You feel Tyre pull the chain as he walks around the back of the bar and stands in front of the door to the back room. He says: "This is where the real fun happens" as he starts to turn the doorknob.

....

Tyre opens the door and leads you in. Jackson follows behind you. In the room there is a mattress on the floor with a man sleeping on it. "Get up Al. She is here," Tyre says as he pulls the chain and brings you to the center of the room. You hear the door click behind you as Jackson shuts it. 

Al rolls over and looks at you. "Looks like you have already been enjoying yourself," he says to you. 

"Oh, she did alright," replies Jackson as he slaps your ass.

"'Bout time I had some enjoyment myself," Al continues as he stands up and takes off his jeans. "Take off them panties," he commands as Tyre walks over to the bed and attaches your chain to a eyelet above it. All three men watch as you shimmy out of your panties and let them fall to the floor. You can see Tyre and Al's hard cocks as the men massage them in anticipation. Tyre's is about the same length as Jackson's, 8 inches, but wider in girth. Al's width is comparable to Jackson, but longer, perhaps 10 inches total. 

"Come here," Al says. Jackson puts one hand on your shoulder, and the other on your waist, as he guides you over to the other two men. He stands close behind you and you can feel his half hard cum covered cock pressing into your ass cheek.

Al and Tyre both step in close to you. Al reaches up and cups your right tit in both his hands. "Damn, she is stacked," he remarks as he begins to squeeze your tit. His long, lean fingers press into the flesh of your breast. You can feel his cock bump against your thigh. Tyre fondles your other breast and begins to pinch your nipple, alternatively squeezing your breast and pulling up on your nipple. Both of them spread the sticky mess that Jackson left all over your tits. Al holds up one of his fingers and slides it along your lips inviting you to lick it clean.

You feel Jackson's cock push against your ass. Tyre and Al's cocks bump your legs and occasionally each other as all three men push in and continue to rub their hands over your body. Al steps back and says: "I'm ready, who is going to be first?"

....

"I'm first", declares Tyre. He walks over to the mattress and pulls your chain forcing you to follow him. "Lay down," he commands. Jackson and Al are standing behind you stroking their cocks with anticipation. 

When you hesitate, Al leans closer and puts his hand on your shoulder. You feel his long cock bump against your plump ass cheek. He turns you around, his cock dragging against your hips, and puts his other hand on your shoulder, then pushes you downward. As you squat down, he pushes backwards, causing you to fall on your ass and roll backward leaving you flat on your back with your knees spread.

Tyre kneels down next to you and slides his hand with its thick fingers up along your thigh as he pushes your legs apart making room for his body between them. He plants an arm on one side of you and grabs his cock with the other one. You can feel the heat of his body between your legs as he prepares to enter you. 

He slides the tip of his cock down between your lips and presses his large head into you as he slowly lowers his hips. His fat cock stretches your pussy. Each millimeter feels like it is the most you can handle, but he keeps lowering and stretches you yet another millimeter. Finally, his mushroom head penetrates you completely and you feel his cock slowly filling you up as he continues to slide into you. His wide member pushes all the way inside you and you finally feel a moment of clarity as he starts to withdraw in a long slow stroke allowing your pussy to contract to a more natural state.

Meanwhile, Jackson and Al have both walked around the mattress and knelt down on opposite sides of your head. Al stops stroking his long cock and lets it hang down above your lips. "Suck it," he tells you. His long cock slides into your mouth. It feels slender compared to Jackson's. Just his head enters your mouth and he lets you suck on it and caress it with your tongue at first. You can see Jackson stroking his cock inches away from the other side of your face.

Tyre starts to push into you again and all you can concentrate on is his cock filling you up. As he reaches the top of his stroke you realize that Al has started to push his cock further into your mouth encouraging you to suck and milk it with your lips. 

Tyre quickens his pace and you open your mouth to moan, but Al uses this opportunity to slide his cock a little further into your mouth. Jackson takes your left hand and lifts it up to his once again erect cock. He uses his other hand to massage your left breast, squashing your nipple into his palm. Al slides out of your mouth, straddles your shoulders with his knees, hands above your head repositioning his cock directly over your mouth. The head dangle just above your lips temping you to lift your head an inch and grasp it between your lips.

Tyre pushes in and out speeding up with each stroke. You feel his thighs press against yours and the pressure of his body as he reaches the top of his stroke. In and out your vagina pulsates with each stroke.

Al lowers his hips and slips his long cock in and out of your mouth, each time bumping into the back of your throat. After having Jackson's round cock stretch your mouth, Al's cock feels comfortably snug. Tyre double thrusts quickly causing you to gasp and Al slips his cock deeper into your throat. The sensations from your mouth, throat, and pussy completely overwhelm the nerve impulses from your hand telling you that Jackson's cock is once again swelling with cum.

Tyre is sliding in and out of your pussy quickly, each stroke feels like it stretches you only slightly less than the first. His fat cock compresses down as it enters your pussy pulling on your lips and clit until his belly and balls bounce against the outside of your pussy.

Jackson grunts loudly and a moment later you feel a warm splash across your stomach. The next burst lands across the top of your stomach and tits. He is a heavy cummer and some of it splashes on Al's calves. Al doesn't mind or doesn't notice as you continue to suck his cock. 

Soon you once again feel the tickle of curly black hairs against your nose as Al manages to slid his entire 10 inch cock down your throat. He quickly thrust in and out in short strokes as his thighs squeeze tighter around your head.

Tyre's thrusts become shorter and deeper as well. They are powerful and lift your hips slightly off of the old mattress. You pushing you slightly further between Al's legs. As he shortens his thrusts, he begins to gyrate his hips in circles causing his sweaty balls to sway and bump between your thighs.

The sensation of a warm liquid filling your throat distracts you from the intense pleasure between your legs. Unlike Jackson, Al has his cock far enough down your throat that the cum does not escape your mouth and instead trickles down your throat.

Tyre places his hands on your hips and starts to thrust faster, pulling your hips to meet his. He grunts and you feel his hands tighten on your hips. A few moments later, you feel the warm rush of his cum inside your pussy. By this time, Al has removed his cock from your mouth and watches as you gasp from Tyre's orgasm. Tyre continues to pound you as he cums. Once he finishes, he slowly withdraws his cock. It makes a sucking sound as it comes out of you. Both of your juices drip out of your pussy, down your crotch, and pool on the old mattress.

You lay on the bed sweaty and sticky from cum and close your eyes. Even though Tyre, Al, and Jackson are now sitting back watching you can still imagine the feel of each of their cocks inside like it was still happening.

...

The sound of a door slamming jerks you out of your trance. You turn around and realize that you are standing outside facing the front door of the bar. For a moment, you are not sure if it actually happened or if it was just your imagination. A light breeze blows across your bare breasts and you realize that you are only in possession of your heels and car keys.



Wanted and Unwanted Touches



Depression.

I think that would be the one and only word that could describe how I was and had been feeling for the past couple of weeks. On and off, sleep and then abrupt awakenings... tossing and turning, my mind just seemed like it wouldn't shut off. I just couldn't stop thinking about him.

Brian was my boyfriend of seven years, and I couldn't get him off of my mind. I loved him dearly but I was starting to feel that after a sexless seven years, he was starting to fall out of love with me. You see, we are both practicing Mormons, and we both agreed that we wouldn't have sex until marriage. 

I am still a virgin, and I believe that he is too, but I know how men are especially once they start masturbating and get a feel for that orgasm. I am starting to feel the same way, but I feel as long as I still have an intact hymen, and no man has entered me, I won't be tempted to have sex. But that doesn't mean that I haven't and don't masturbate. 

My cousin's favorite line is "no one can love you like you can!" And if I may, I fully agree with her. I love the feeling that clitoral orgasms give. I love the way tremors rack my body until I almost black out in euphoria, and I know that once I feel my boyfriend slide inside me for the first time, I will probably lose consciousness for sure. 

But that's the whole problem! I want this so badly, and I want everything to be right the first time, but I am totally not sure if Brian feels the same way. I hear the words come out of his mouth when he whispers in my ear "I love you Angie," and kisses my neck and sticks his tongue in my ear when we are making out, but I just feel this emptiness inside. Maybe it's because I want to feel him inside of me just as much as he wants to feel my hot cunny wrapped around his hard cock. 

Just the mere thought of Brian entering my hot wet pussy makes my juices flow like lava down my legs, but every time I want to say something to him about it, my beliefs get in the way, and I can't do anything! My tongue gets completely tied, and I get a knot in my throat.

All of this thought about sex is making me tired, so I think a nap to cool my jets would be the more than perfect way to get all of this off of my mind. 

Sleep felt so good for a change. I peeled my jeans down my legs, and left just my panties on, along with an over sized T-shirt that I had acquired from my older cousin that I often slept in, and I laid down on my queen sized bed. My bra was never comfortable to sleep in, so I threw that in the pile with my pants, and I left my anklet socks on, and let my hair down, and before I knew it, I was counting stars, and my mind completely left me, and I had the most comfortable sleep I had encountered in ages! 

I couldn't tell you how many hours, minutes, or seconds had passed, but I could tell you that when I woke abruptly from sound sleep...

My hands... my feet... what the hell was going on? I couldn't move. My limbs were bound to all four corners of the bed and a bandanna had been tied around my mouth as so I couldn't scream. 

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't move one inch from the center of the bed. Totally bound and tied and left exposed to who ever wanted to see me. And that's when it happened. 

A warm rough hand touched my left ankle. I turned my head to see who it was and just that quickly, my t shirt was being pulled over my head. It wouldn't come completely off, but it was pulled up enough for me to be blinded by the black cotton material, and I could no longer see what was happening around me. 

The hand was replaced onto my ankle and now was slowly traveling up my calf and the back of my thigh until it reached the v in my legs where my hot musky pussy was flushing hot juices despite the fact that I was scared for my life. I was so scared, and I wanted this to stop, but the more I fought it, the hotter and wetter my pussy got! Scared as I was, I was twice as excited. 

That's when I felt the cold harsh feeling of steel on the inside of my leg. I started squealing against the gag and started bucking and wreathing frantically against my restraints. The hand was very genteel and calming when it landed on my back and I felt the presence of a warm body very close to my head. "Shh, I am not going to hurt you. I promise! Calm down, I just want to make you feel good." The male voice whispered.

It took a couple seconds for his words to resonate through my mind, but when I realized that this person could have already killed me by now, I calmed down a little bit. And as soon as I stopped flopping around I briefly felt the steel again, and by the time I realized it was a knife, my blue cotton panties had already been sliced open at the crotch leaving a cotton belt around my waist and my hot pussy exposed. 

Soon enough, I felt the caress of warm fingers at the opening of my vagina and I started to moan. It felt so good because I hadn't touched myself intimately in about a week. I also heard the knife fall to my carpeted floor and I breathed a bit easier. But my exhale was only short lived because before I knew it, those same caressing fingers were now diving under me and reaching for my clit. 

I pushed my midsection towards the caress, as I silently begged for more. I needed more, I needed to feel who ever this was placing their fingers deep inside me. I wanted more, needed more, yearned for more!

The hot breath that preceded the wet tongue that lapped at my wanton hot box is actually what did it. The hot breath is actually what sent me into the thralls of my first orgasm. It felt SO GOOD. And my pussy twitched and throbbed as the orgasm rocked and shook my body. Not long into my orgasm, and before I could enjoy the full finish, the vicious tongue came back, and I felt my ass cheeks being parted, and the warm tongue bathing my asshole in saliva and the intense orgasm that I was having sent me spiraling into a black oblivion as I completely fainted from pleasure. 

When I came too, it was to the heavy pressure of someone on my back. The warm body that was laying on me was breathing heavily into my ear. 

"This may hurt a little, but the pain will subside." The voice whispered, and before I could realize what was going on, pain ripped through my loins. Up into my stomach, and throughout my whole nervous system. It ripped into my chest and to the tips of my fingers and toes as I felt a thick hot pole being rammed into my midsection. The hard pole that was a cock breaking my hymen filled my pussy and I contracted the muscles inside my pussy to hug and contort around this foreign object that was beginning to feel good inside of me.

I screamed into the bandanna at first and the hand covered my mouth through my shirt, and then as the pain subsided I felt the hand let go as I stopped making noise. Down the insides of my arms two hands traveled and to my exposed and very ticklish armpits. Over my sides and under my stomach and back up to caress and squeeze my tight tits and to my hard nipples these warm hands traveled. 

The ecstasy was too much. I wanted to see my attacker. I wanted to force my tongue down his throat, as I held onto him for dear life. I wanted to feel him slam me onto a wall and fill my hot wet cunny with his rock hard meat over and over again until I cried out in orgasm and he filled my hole with ropes of his hot man juice. But instead I felt my attacker from behind. Entering my dripping wet hot box over and over again, sliding into me, sliding out of me. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in all of my years of living. I never thought anything could feel so good, and now that I was feeling this, I didn't want it to stop. 

With a steady heart beat, he thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't see anything around me anyway, so I let my eyes roll back into my head and I let go. Moans and gasps escaped my lips, but were caught in the fabric of my gag, but I didn't care about anything anymore. All I wanted to do was cum again. I wanted to cum over and over. And I wanted him to cum. 

After what seemed like endless torture and assault on my pussy, I heard the voice in my ear again. 

"Are you ready to cum?" it whispered.

"ummm-hmmm" I moaned against the bandanna.

"Are you sure?" it whispered.

I grunted gently as he pinched my nipples and I moaned again.

"Then cum with Me." he said still thrusting, "Cum for me..."

And as if it were magic, we both erupted in mind blowing orgasms. Hot thick ropes of cum shot into my depths, and I saw stars yet again. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe that all sex felt this good, and I had been missing out for so long. 

The afterglow was beautiful. I just laid there and my attacker had rolled off of me and now lay beside me. I had closed my eyes as to almost fall back to sleep, and I felt my shirt being lowered back over my head. In obedience, I kept my eyes closed, because I wanted to heighten the surprise a bit more. The bandanna was also untied and I didn't say a word once it was gone. 

"I Still Love you Angie." He was still whispering...

When I opened my eyes, I squealed in pleasure and delight... "BRIAN!" 



Wanted: Dog Walker



Rick Potter turned into his driveway, shit it was eleven o’clock. He had told Sheila he would be home no later than eight. She was going to be mad, but he was getting use to it. Ever since this new project was given to him, he had not been home before nine O’clock. He had been working on it for two months and it would probably take another two months to finish. Sheila may not like it, but that’s why he was an executive vie-president earning a rather large six figure salary. He got where he was by hard work and not letting anything stand in his way.

He hit the garage door opener, hoping she was a sleep and would not hear the door go up. As he started to pull his Mercedes into the garage, he noticed Sheila’s car was not there. Good he thought, she’s probably out with one of her girlfriends and I got home before her.

He opened the door that led from the garage into the kitchen where their dog, Magic greeted him. Magic was a two-year old black Labrador retriever that Rick had gotten Sheila to keep her company. Magic seemed to like Rick more than Sheila. If Sheila went to bed before Rick got home, Magic would be waiting in the kitchen to welcome him home. After Rick petted Magic, the dog ran to the backdoor and asked to go outside into the fenced in back yard. 

Only after letting the dog out did Rick see the note lying on the kitchen table. He sat down and opened the folded piece of paper and read it.

Dear Rick,

I am sorry that I have to write you this letter, I have tried to talk to you but you are 
never home. That’s the big problem, I thought I was moving in to be with you, 
not to sit home waiting for you. I know it’s your job and you can’t help it, but
it doesn’t mean that I have to put up with it. I loved you very much and I thought 
you loved me, but not I guess, as much as you love your job.

I packed my things and I moved in with a girlfriend. I have been thinking about
this for almost a month, so please don’t try and contact me, it will only make things
tougher. My mind is made up and I will not change it; just like you won’t change 
your mind about you work..

I hope you find someone that can put up with you not being home, although 
I doubt it. Most women want more out of a relationship than a nice house in which 
to live. The women that will put up with your shit are nothing more than gold-diggers,
they want your money not you.

I left you the only living creature that can put up with you and not leave you 
because of your late nights. I hope you and Magic will be very happy together.

Your EX-Girlfriend

Sheila.

Rick put down the letter. He wasn’t that upset, he had seen it coming. Sheila was only twenty-eight years old. She still wanted to go out and party every night. He was forty-five, way too old for that shit. Even when he wasn’t working late, all he wanted to do was sit on the sofa and watch sports on television or read a book. He had done the club scene; that became old and tired. Oh well, the sex wasn’t bad, at least in the beginning. 

He probably should try and date an older more mature woman. Someone more his own age, who would be more career oriented. He tried that several times but he liked younger women. The older he got, the younger his girlfriends became. What could he say; he liked young women with tight bodies.

Rick was brought back to reality by Magic barking; he wanted back in. Rick opened the door and let him in. “It’s just you and me boy,” he said to Magic, ”just you and me. Let’s go to bed.” Rick went to his bedroom followed by Magic. Magic always slept on the floor on Rick’s side of the bed, but tonight he must have sensed something was different. Before Rick could say anything, Magic jumped on the bed and lay on Sheila’s pillow. Rick started to tell him to get down, then he thought, fuck it! He can sleep there if he likes, at least I won’t have to hear a raft of shit about my snoring from him.

Rick woke up the next morning and was greeted by a happy Magic. Magic jumped on Rick and started to lick his face. Rick played with the dog, for a shot time and then got dressed. When Rick opened the back door for Magic to go out into the back yard, Rick realized he had a problem. Who was going to let Magic out in the afternoon? Sheila did that when she came home form work, but now he had no one. Maybe Magic could hold it until he got home. He would give it a try.

When Rick got home that evening, he was greeted by Magic, but he could tell something was wrong. Sure enough, Magic couldn’t hold it. He had pissed and shit on the kitchen floor. Rick couldn’t yell at the dog, it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t hold it that long. Rick would have to make other arrangements. After cleaning up the mess, he decided he would advertise for a dog walker; someone that could walk Magic seven days a week if needed. He needed someone who was dependable and honest and from the immediate area. He decided he would put an ad on the local bulletin board that the civic association maintained. It was set up that anyone in the association could use to get a message across to the people in the area. Tomorrow was Sunday and he didn’t have to work. He would make the ad up tomorrow morning and place it on the bulletin board. With some luck, he might have his dog walker within a few days.

He got up Sunday morning and immediately wrote the ad.

Wanted:

A person to feed and walk my friendly lab. Needed Monday through Saturday and some Sundays. Good pay. Call the following number and arrange an interview.

555-1213

Rick printed the ad. He and Magic walked to the community bulletin board to hang it up. There were several people there, looking at the various notices and announcements. An attractive lady that looked a few years younger than Rick was reading the ads. She was a blonde about five foot eight; she had a jogging suit on that hid her body, but it appeared that she had a nice body. Rick looked for thumb tacks to post the ad.

“Here, use mine,” she said to Rick. “I’m trying to help my daughter find a job.” She pointed to her ad. 

Rick read it, out of courtesy. Part time job needed for eighteen year old girl. Good with children and pets. Call 555-6780 if interested. When he finished, he turned to the woman, but she was busy reading his ad.

“You need a dog walker,” she asked. “Is that the dog? He seems friendly.” She bent down to pet Magic. 

Magic loved it when people showered him with attention and he wagged his tail off. He licked the woman’s face and acted like she was his long lost friend.

“What’s his name? Jennifer, my daughter would be perfect for you. Do you live close by? What times are we talking about?”

“His name is Magic,” answered Rick. “I live on Welshire.”

“That’s perfect, we live on Duncan, she could walk to your house. Jennifer, that’s my daughter, wants to go to St Thomas in August, with her girlfriends. It costs almost a thousand dollars for the week. My husband and I told her, we would pay half as a graduation present; but she would have to earn the other half if she wanted to go with her friends. I think she would love to walk Magic. She loves pets and has always been good with them, especially dogs. If you are not busy this afternoon, I could bring Jennifer to meet you and Magic. You can ask her questions and get to know her.”

“That sound’s good…..um…uh…I didn’t catch your name. Mine is Rick,” he said, extending his hand.

The woman shook his hand and replied, I am Angela, Angela Roberts. What time would be convenient for you?”

“How about three,” asked Rick? The woman nodded her head. “I live at 410 Welshire. I’ll see you then,” he said and walked away. As he walked back to his house, he looked down at Magic and said, “that was easy, I hope she works out.”

Exactly at three, Rick’s doorbell rang. He opened the door and found the same attractive woman standing there with an equally attractive slender girl. “Right on time, come on in,” he said to them. Magic immediately greeted the woman and her daughter.

“Oh, he’s such a friendly dog,” the girl said, “and I think he likes me.”

“He gets along with most people, he’s a good dog. My job has me working late, sometimes to ten or eleven and I can’t feed him or walk him. The other person I had looking after him, moved away.” No sense in telling them his personal business, Rick thought, besides it was true, Sheila did move away. “I need someone to come around five or six, feed him and then take him for a walk. I would think it would take about an hour each day. I would definitely need you Monday through Saturday and sometimes on Sunday, I would let you know by Friday if I need you to walk him Sunday.”

“You have a very demanding job, Rick,” said Angela. 

Rick laughed, “It’s only certain times that I have to work these hours, only when we have a project due and they pay me quite well to get it done. I think it will take another two months to finish the project, so I’ll probably need you until mid-June.”

Rick looked at Angela and her daughter; both were dressed very well. Jennifer was a cute teenager. She didn’t have all those piercings that most of the teenagers seemed to have now days. She had dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and a cute smile. When she bent down to play with Magic, Rick could help but notice her cute little butt. She’s a eighteen year old girl, for God sakes, Rick thought, get a grip on yourself.

He took her around and showed her where the food was kept, the door to the back yard, the leash and the pooper-scooper. 

“You realize you have to pick up the piles Magic leaves during his walk. I’ll show you how I do it, if you would like?”

“No, that’s OK. I walked other dogs and I am familiar with that little part of the job,” Jennifer responded.

They returned to the living room, “Well, are you interested in the job,” he asked Jennifer.

“Yes, but I don’t mean to be rude, but you haven’t told me what it pays,” Jennifer said, her cheeks blushing.

“Oh, how stupid of me, I’m sorry. Of course you need to know what your pay would be before you commit to the job. How does one hundred dollars a weeks sound? That’s for Monday through Saturday. If you have to walk him on Sunday, I’ll pay you an extra twenty dollars. Now, would you like the job?”

Jennifer looked at her mom and smiled. Her mother nodded her head.

“Yes, I’ll take the job. When do you want me to start?”

“Tomorrow, if possible,” Rick answered. “Let me get you a spare key and I’ll have to give you the code for the alarm. I’m sure you realize, I only expect you to be in my house.”

“Sure,” Jennifer answered. “I won’t disappoint you, Mr. ..err….”

“Call me Rick.”

You can count on me Rick. This job will give me even more money than I need for my trip. Thank you so much, Rick.”

Jennifer was so happy she got up and gave Rick a big hug. He could feel two firm breasts pressing into his body. Then the mother gave him a hug. He felt her soft boobs press into his chest. He broke the hug before she could feel his dick, which was beginning to get hard.

“I’m the one that should be thanking you, Jennifer and you too Angela. I didn’t expect to get this settled in one day. This takes a big load off my mind. Thank you so very much. I’ll leave an envelope, with the check, on the kitchen table every Saturday. Is that alright?”

That’s fine, Rick,” said Angela. Thank you again. Well we should be going.”

Rick watched them walk down his front walk. He looked at both, but his eyes spent more time glued to the girl’s ass. I know I like young women, he thought, but this is ridiculous, she’s younger than my daughter.

The weeks flew by and Jennifer took good care of Magic. There were no messes on the floor or carpet. Magic seemed happy, even though Rick had not been home much. He was well fed and groomed. Jennifer had done a great job.

Finally, the project was finished. When it was presented to the top brass of the company, they loved it. Everyone was sure it would bring sixty to seventy million dollars into the company each year. It was a big success. Rick received a huge bonus and an extra months vacation; that meant he had almost the whole summer off. He would not have to go back to work until the end of August. There were rumors that when he came back he would be getting a big promotion. Yes, life was good to Rick.

Rick decided to spend the first few weeks of his vacation just lying around the pool getting a tan. The weather was getting warm and he just had his pool set up for the summer.

Magic was happy to have him home. He stayed by Rick’s side, getting affection from Rick. Around suppertime, Magic disappeared. Rick didn’t think anything of it, until he went in the kitchen to get a beer. There was Magic lying on the rug by the back door. Rick walked into the family room and called Magic, but he did not come. Rick didn’t know what to make of Magic’s strange behavior until he realized what Magic was doing lying there. He was waiting for Jennifer.

“Magic, come here boy,” Rick called to him. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with just me fellow.”

As the week wore on, Magic’s behavior became stranger. He spent most of the day lying by the front door. He didn’t play with Rick; not even when Rick got Magic’s favorite toy and tried to play with him. Rick began to worry. He had hope Magic would snap out of it, but he seemed to be getting worse. 

Finally, a week of Magic acting strange he decided to call Jennifer up and see if she could come over. It was the end of June, so she was out of school. He wasn’t sure if she was home in the afternoon, but decided to give her a call. He was happy when she answered the phone.

“Jennifer this is Rick, Magic’s owner. I have a problem and I think you are the answer. Magic has not been acting himself lately. At first, I thought it was just because I was home all-day and messing up his naptime. Now I think it’s because he misses you. I was wondering if you could come over and see if that’s the problem. I’ll pay you.”

“Rick, I’d be glad to come over, I’m already bored and I’ve only been out of school for three weeks. You don’t have to pay me, you paid be enough already. I not only earned enough money to pay for my trip; I have enough to buy some clothes. Let me throw some clothes on and I’ll be right there

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the back door and Jennifer came in. Magic went crazy over her. He wagged his tail, he cried, he danced around in a circle, all the time licking Jennifer’s hands and face.

Jennifer had on a tight tee shirt that allowed her flat stomach to be seen. She also had on very tight shorts. As she entered the room, her small muscular ass and hips were show cased in those shorts. Her figure was spectacular. Her tits were not large, about the size of oranges, but on her slim body they looked much larger especially since she had such a tiny waist and small hips.

Magic made such a fuss over her that Jennifer said, “Let’s go out in the backyard I think Magic wants to play.”

Rick shook his head, “Well, that’s obvious. I haven’t seen him that excited since you were here the last time.”

They went out in the backyard. Rick sat down on a lounge chair while Jennifer played with Magic. She played catch with him for a while and then just wrestled with Magic. Rick could not take his eyes off Jennifer. First he stared at her tits, straining against the material in the tee shirt. Then, when she faced away from him, he stared at her ass.

While Rick’s was looking at Jennifer’s tits, she glanced up at him. He looked away fast, but he was not sure if he got caught. When he looked back, she was still playing with magic. Rick breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been caught. Jennifer then rolled on her back and Magic was licking her face and arms. Her tight shorts hugged her body so tight that her mound was outlined and her sit was visible He had to look away in fear she would see him looking at her or notice his ranging boner he had developed while leering at her.

“Jennifer, I’m so happy you came to visit; Magic really missed you. He was so sad, he just wasn’t his self.”

“I’m glad you called,” she answered, “I missed him too. He is such a good dog. Anytime you want me to visit, just call.”

“Why don’t you come tomorrow; we can go swimming. You should see Magic in the water he loves it.”

“That sounds like fun, I’ll be here. I just bought a new suit for my trip. I’m dying to wear it, but it’s a little risqué. My parents would freak out if they saw me wearing it. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wear it tomorrow. Thanks again for inviting me and I can hardly wait to go swimming tomorrow.” 

After Jennifer left, Rick sat on the lounge chair, soaking up some sun. He tried not to, but all he could think of was Jennifer. In his mind he could see her tits, her beautiful, young, eighteen year old tits. “What the hell am I doing,” he said out loud to no one but him self. The term jailbait was appeared in his mind, although technically she wasn’t; she was just so young.

After supper, he was still horny. Rick put in a porno film. He hadn’t had time for sex these last two months. He hardly had any time to even jerk-off. He thought tonight would be perfect. He put a film in and began to watch it. He got out his cock and began to rub it up and down. He closed his eyes and tried to image the blonde in the film sucking his cock. It worked for a short time, but when he got close to cuming, it was Jennifer’s lips wrapped around his hard cock he was imaging. She was looking up at him with her sweet young eyes as he filled her mouth with his cum. 

After he cleaned himself up, he wondered what he should do. The smart move would be to call Jennifer up and cancel her visit. That would be the smart thing to do. But Magic would suffer, he thought. I don’t want to punish my dog. I probably can control my urges. 

He watched some TV and went to bed. During the night, he had dreams of sex, wild sex with a sexy girl. He was pounding his cock in and out of her pussy and she was screaming, yelling she wanted more. He saw his cock was being shoved into a young pussy and when he looked at her face, it was Jennifer smiling at him and urging him to fuck her.

He woke up in a sweat. He went to the kitchen and made coffee. He was having his third cup when the phone rang, caller ID showed it was Jennifer. I’ll just tell her I’m not feeling well. That’s what he was going to say, but what came out was “sure, come over any time. You can have lunch here, if you like.”

Why did I say that he wondered? But deep down inside of him he knew, he wanted to fuck her, to suck on those young tits and taste her young pussy. He was about to throw caution to the wind. He just hoped she wanted him too. He went to change into his bathing suit. He threw a tee shirt and shorts on and waited for Jennifer. He didn’t have to wait long. A half an hour after she called, there was a knock on the back door. Rick and Magic went to answer it. There stood Jennifer in a large tee shirt and baggy pants. 

“Hi Rick,” Jennifer said as she entered the house. “Hello, Magic,” and she leaned down to pet him. “What a beautiful day, perfect for swimming and getting a tan.”

“Let’s do it then. I checked the temperature of the pool and the water is 750 , just the way I like it. Here is a towel and I have the lounges set up around the pool. Is your mother OK with you coming over here?”

“Yes, she’s happy I have something to do.”

When they got by the pool, Rick took off his shirt and then his shorts. He thought he heard a quiet gasp and when he turned around Jennifer had her head down and he thought she was blushing. Jennifer turned her back and slowly took off her shirt. A small piece of string, tied around her back was all Rick could see. Then she slowly pushed down her shorts. As her suit came into view, it was evident it wasn’t covering a whole lot, in fact It was a thong bikini. It looked like she wasn’t wearing anything, which allowed Rick to see all of her magnificent ass. Rick could hardly wait to see the front and when she turned around he wasn’t disappointed. Her top was two small pieces of cloth that covered her nipples and little else. Most of her tits were visible. When he looked down her body, a brief triangle covered her pussy and little else. Now it was Rick’s turn to be stunned and a rather loud gasp escaped from his mouth.




Wanted: Dog Walker



“Oh, I’m so happy you like my suit. I know it’s a little small, but that’s what they wear in the Islands. Besides, no one can see us in your back yard. While I was watching Magic, I was hoping you would invite me to go swimming. I love the water and your pool looked so nice. I wish my parents would get a pool, but they say it’s too much money and a lot of work.”

“Last one’s in is a rotten egg,” Jennifer yelled. 

Rick jumped in first followed by Jennifer. As Jennifer’s body broke the surface of the water, Rick was treated to the sight of her two teenage tits, her suit had come undone leaving her tits exposed. Rick could only stare at two perfectly shaped breasts with pink nipples erect and standing straight out.

When Jennifer realized what he was looking at, she glanced down and saw her top had become undone and was not covering her. Instead of covering up, she looked at Rick and said. “Do you like my boobs? Are they too small? I know they are not as big as some of my friends, do you think they’re pretty?

Rick nodded and looked her in the eyes and said, “Jennifer, I think they are most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. They are perfect.”

Jennifer got a big smile on her face and threw her arms around Rick and hugged him. “You really think they’re the best boobs you have ever seen?”

“Yes, Jennifer they are.” Rick looked down into her eyes and bent down and kissed her on the lips. She surprised him by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue in his mouth. For a young girl, she knew how to kiss. Rick’s hands moved down her back and grabbed a cheek in each hand. He pressed her body tight against his. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly; its head was sticking out of his suit. Instead of pulling away, she pulled Rick tighter against her.

“Rick, you feel so good. I’ve wanted you to kiss me since the first day I saw you, when I came about the job. I would dream about you and think about you every night when I went to bed. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but at night, I would think of you when I would rub myself and play with my nipples. I would make believe it was you who was touching me.”

“What about boys your age? Don’t you have any interest in them?”

“Rick, boys my age are either nerds, jocks or pigs who try to get into a girl’s pants so they can brag to their friends. I’ve kissed some boys and let them play with my tits but that’s all. I didn’t find anyone with who I wanted to give my body”

So you’re a virgin,” asked Rick.

“Yes and I want you to be my first. My mother said I should wait for that special man before I had sex. You’re that special man, Rick.”

They got out of the pool and Rick dried Jennifer off, first he did her back and legs, then he had her turn around and gently rubbed her front dry. He spent a lot of time making sure her perky breasts were dry.

“Let’s go inside,” said Rick. “I think it would better to be where no one can see us accidentally.” Once inside, he took the topless young teen in his arms and kissed her. He could feel her wither in his arms, obviously he was having an affect on her. 

He broke the kiss and looked at the surprised girl. “Before we go any further, we need to discuss some things. First of all, are you sure you want to go through with this. Think about it, I don’t want you to regret it later. 

She looked at him and said, “Yes, I want you ever since I saw you.” 

Next, if we do this, you can’t tell anyone, even you closest girlfriend. If anyone ever found out about it my career would be ruined. 

“Don’t you want me?” Jennifer asked, looking at him with her pretty eyes.

“Jennifer, I want you more than any woman I have ever known. You have no idea what you do to me. Yesterday, after you left, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I even had a dream about you.”

“Really,” said an excited Jennifer. “What did you dream about me?”

“I dreamt that I was caressing your face and kissing you. We were making mad passionate love, doing everything a man and woman can do.”

Jennifer pressed her body against Rick’s, looked up at him and said, “Then make love to me. You don’t need any protection because I’m on birth control pills. My mother put me on them when I turned eighteen..”

Rick took Jennifer in his arms. He looked down at the young girl a face like an angel but lust in her eyes. “Let’s go to the bed room,” he said.

She lay down on the bed and he stood looking over her body. She couldn’t weigh more than ninety pounds. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, which looked smaller since she lying on her back. Her nipples were pink, not more than a dime in diameter, but were standing straight out, almost a half an inch. His eyes traveled down her body to her slender waist and small hips. Finally he looked at her beautiful muscular legs. She was a goddess.

“Aren’t you going to get in bed with me,” she asked?

“I had to look at your body,” he said, as he got into bed with her. They turned to each other; Jennifer surprised him by being the aggressor and pushing her body tight against his. She kissed him gentle, tentative like a young teenager would. Then, she became more passionate, pushing her lips hard against his. Her tongue sought the opening to his mouth. When he opened his mouth, she shoved her tongue into his mouth as far as she could.

Rick returned the kiss in kind, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, almost down her throat. His hand went to her tits, they were firm, yet soft and tender. Rick had never felt anything like it in his life. Slowly he messaged her breast. He could tell by her increased breathing that he was having an affect upon her. With her tit still in his hand, his thumb and forefinger found her erect nipple. He rolled it, gently at first, between this thumb and finger. As she got more aroused, he became a little rougher, actually pinching her nipple.

She broke the kiss and threw her head back; her mouth came open and low guttural moans emerged from her throat. “Oh Rick, I’ve never felt anything like this. I never knew someone could make me feel so good.”

“My love,” Rick said looking at her with a big smile on his face; I haven’t done very much to you. If you like that you are going to love this!” He moved his head down and took one of her tits into his mouth; his tongue was licking it like an ice cream cone. He allowed her tit to slowly slip out of his mouth until only the nipple remained inside. He sucked and nibbled it; he bit and pulled on it; his tongue and teeth made love to her hard, erect nipple. His free hand moved down her flat stomach, below her navel and rested on her cloth-covered pussy. He moved his hand so that it was encompassing her entire pussy. His palm messaged her pubic bone while his fingers traced her pussy through the damp bathing suit bottom. After a few minutes, her body shuttered and she came. Rick felt her body relaxed in his arms.

He was looking at her when she opened her eyes; a big smile appeared on her face. “That was wonderful and I want more.” She pushed her body tight against his. “I want you to do everything to me. I want to experience it all.”

“Oh, I intend to keep you happy.” Rick kissed her quickly on the lips, then on one breast and then the other. His kisses then moved to her flat stomach and tiny waist. He kissed her navel and moved slowly down her body. When he got to the bathing suit he stopped. “Looks like we’ll have to get rid of these,” he said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

She laughed, a throaty, sexual laugh. “You can do anything, I want more.”

Rick grabbed the small piece of material that was masquerading as a bathing suit and slowly pulled it down over her hips and onto her thighs. He had to stop and look at her pussy when it came into view. It was a sight to behold, a beautiful bald pussy glistening with her juices.

“I had to shave to wear this suit, Do you like it?”

Rick chuckled, “Honey, most of the girls I dated don’t shave their pussies. I like this look, it makes you look so innocent.”

He moved down the bed and got between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thighs. He moved up and kissed the top of her pussy, then the outside of the lips of her young pussy. He was getting turned on knowing that no other man had been this intimate with Jennifer. He slowly spread her lips and looked at the glistening pink eighteen-year old pussy in front of him. He had to taste it. He stuck out his tongue and pushed the tip of it into her slit. He could feel a slight shiver come over her body. Every so slowly, he moved his tongue up her slit and sampled her sweet nectar. When he got to the top, his tongue made a circle around her clit and then his tongue licked it a few times.

“Oh. My,” she said, as her breathing became deeper and more rapid.

Rick just looked at her and smiled. He stuck his tongue as far inside of her as was possible. He heard her moan. His tongue tried to find her g-spot and stimulate it. The more his tongue moved around inside of her, the more her hips moved. He could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. Quickly he shifted his attention to her clit. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on clit. He soon got the affect he wanted.

“Oh… my….Rick….no…. more……more…..Oh…YEEEESSSsssssss………….

She shoved her hips forward, pressing them against his mouth as hard as she could. Then her back arched lifting it off the bed. She stayed liked that for a few seconds before collapsing on the bed. Rick sat up and looked at his young lover. Her eyes were closed, but there was a look of amazement and satisfaction on her face. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and saw Rick staring at her.

“Rick, that was wonderful. I saw a video that had a guy doing that to a girl and I thought it looked gross, I was wrong, that felt so good. Does that happen all the time? I mean can I expect to get a… uh.”

“Orgasm,” said Rick interrupting her.

“God yes, an orgasm, are all of them that fantastic? Do you like doing that to a girl, uh, licking her down there?”

“Yes, I do. I have always enjoyed oral sex, both giving and receiving it. Some people don’t like it, but I have always lived by the motto, try anything at least once. That way you don’t miss out on something that can make you feel good.”

“You said you like to receive oral sex. Would you like me to … uh…do …uh ..that…uh… to you?”

“Jennifer, are you asking me if I would like you to suck my dick? The answer is yes, I would, but only if you want to. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I though it was nasty, when I saw that video. I could not believe a woman would want to put a man’s thingy in her mouth.”

“It’s called a cock or dick, Jennifer.”

“OK, I thought a woman sucking a guys COCK, was nasty, but after what you did to me, I think I would like to try it. Would you tell me what to do? I would like to make you as happy as you have made me.”

“I would love that, Jennifer. OK, do exactly what I tell you. First, come over here and take off my bathing suit.”

Jennifer grabbed the waistband in both hands and pulled. Rick heard a gasp coming from her lips when his hard cock literally popped into view; the sight of it amazed her.

“I have never seen one that big or hard. I saw my Dad once, but it wasn’t sticking out like this. Can I touch it?” She didn’t wait for Rick to answer; she just grabbed it. Oh, it feels so hard and hot.”

Rick looked down at her small hand holding his cock. She couldn’t get her fingers all the way around it. She pulled his suit down even further and his balls were visible. Just like she did before, she stopped and cupped his balls.

“They feel so soft.”

“Be careful with them, they are very sensitive,” Rick told her. “Most females don’t realize that and are too rough with them. A man likes his balls played with, but very gently.”

“Tell me what to do, I want to please you just like you did to me.”

“Part of it is like licking an ice cream cone and the other is like sucking a big fat strand of spaghetti into your mouth. Just be careful and watch the teeth. I like a woman to lick my entire cock, and my balls.”

Jennifer did just that. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. She licked his balls. Then she put the head of his cock in his mouth and sucked it.

“Oh, that’s very nice, run your tongue around the tip of my cock. Yes, that feels good. Try to take more of my cock in your mouth. Now move your mouth up and down my cock. Damn, that feels good. Ok, play with my balls. Yes, just like that. Shit, you are great. Now take your hand and jack my cock while you suck and lick it. Fuck… that’s …so nice.”

After a few minutes, Rick yelled here I come,” and he shot a load of cum into the eighteen-year olds mouth. It surprised her and she gagged slightly.

“Swallow it, if you can.” Yelled Rick. “Keep sucking.”

Jennifer did her best to follow Rick’s orders. He shot three or four more loads of hot sperm into the teenager’s mouth and she swallowed most of it.

Now it was Jennifer’s turn to look into the eyes of her lover. She asked, “Did you like it? Was I good? It didn’t taste that bad. Let’s do some more things, I like this.”

“The only thing left is to fuck, stick my dick inside your pussy.”

“I know that happens, but it seems almost impossible that your big cock can fit inside of me. Will it hurt?”

“It will hurt a little, but you’ll get an even better orgasm than the last time. I promise I’ll be careful, but if you don’t want to do it I’ll understand.”

“I want to try it, but I’m a little afraid,” she responded.

“Listen Jennifer I’ll take it slowly, if you want to stop, just tell me and we’ll stop. But I promise you will love it.” 

“OK, everything we have done so far has been exciting and has made me feel good. You make me feel much better then when I play with myself. I want to try it.”

Rick got her ready for her first fuck. He had her lie on her back in the bed. He kissed her and played with her tits. He rubbed her small slit and inserted one finger and then another finger inside of her. Even though she was very wet; she was still tight and he had to push hard to get the second finger inside of her. She whimpered but did not ask him to stop. In no time, she loosened up, so that his two fingers were able to slide in and out of her virgin pussy rather easily. He could tell she was enjoying it by her deep breath and moans he heard.

“Honey, I think you are ready. Shall we try it?”

She nodded her head.

Rick placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy; it looked so big next to her small pussy. He rubbed the head around her lips, to get it lubricated with her juices. Satisfied, he placed the head of his cock in between her pussy lips and pushed, only the tip entered. He could hear her take in a big breath of air. He waited a few seconds and then pushed again. He looked down and saw that his cock’s entire head was inside the teenager; it was the tightest cunt he had ever been in. He leaned down and kissed her, then, he sucked on one nipple then the other. That seemed to help; she relaxed so he pushed again and then stopped. This went on for about five minutes until he realized his cock was again her hymen.

“Honey, this is going to hurt, but only for a short time. I’m going to pop your cherry. Is that what you want?”

She nodded, “Go a head, it hurt in the beginning but it is starting to feel good. I want to be a woman, I want to see what it feels like to have a cock inside of me.”

Rick grabbed her hips and pulled down as his cock thrust up into her. 

“Owe”… Jennifer yelled.

He could see the tears well up in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her right eye and then her left eye. He kissed her left ear lobe and then her right ear lobe. When he kissed her lips, she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter. They stayed that way for a few minutes, until he could feel the pain leaving her. He slowly withdrew half his cock, and then he pushed it up her small love opening. He did this until it was sliding in and out rather easily. On each thrust, he was pushing more and more of his cock inside of her. He shoved it all the way inside of her and held it there.

Jennifer, look down, you have taken all of me.”

She lifted up her head and looked down to where the two of them were joined. “I can’t believe I got your big cock inside of me. It doesn’t hurt anymore, if fact it feels good.”

Rick had her put her legs around his waist and began to fuck her with a slow, easy pace. This would allow her to enjoy it and him not to cum too soon. In no time she was rocking her hip in rhythm to his thrusting motion. 

He moans got louder and louder until finally she screamed and yelled. Her legs squeezed Rick’s waist. She reached down and tried to grab his ass and pull him closer to her. Then, she just stopped and her body went limp.

That’s all it took to get Rick to have his second orgasm of the night as he shot a load of cum deep into her pussy, collapsed on top of her and then rolled onto his side. He still had Jennifer in his arms and his cock was still inside of her as they lie there. His cock could feel wave after wave of orgasms move through her pussy; it was unbelievable. Finally they came down from their orgasms.

Before Rick could say anything, Jennifer hugged him tight, kissed him on the mouth and said, ”Thank you. That was the most exciting thing I have ever had happened to me. It was great.” The she looked at him. “Did you enjoy it too, “she said, almost pleading. Was it good for you? Did I do it right?”

“Jennifer, that was awesome. I don’t think I have had any better sex than that, ever!”

She got a big smile on her face; he could tell she was happy. “I want to do this again and again,” she said to him. I want you to teach me everything you know. I want to have many more orgasms. Can we fuck again, soon?”

“Jennifer, as long as we are careful not to get caught, we can fuck as much as you like or until you get tired of me.”

“I don’t I’ll never get tired of you Rick.”

So the rest of the summer, Jennifer came over during the day, when her parents were at work and they fucked all afternoon. This continued until it was time for her to go on her trip and Rick to go back to work. At work, Rick got his promotion, but it meant he had to move almost a thousand miles away. Jennifer cried when he told her, but he knew she would find someone to replace him.

Rick relocated and bought a bigger home that was isolated from other houses. That allowed Magic to be able to run and have fun. After he got settled into his new routine, he stopped at the local paper and handed the woman the ad he wanted to place in the paper. It read Dog walker wanted….

As always, I enjoy your e-mails.



Wanted: Friend for Sex?



I was growing sexually frustrated!

Let me first give you a little background about myself and my situation and then I'll tell you what I did about it. It may seem a little impractical how I handled it, but you do what you have to do, right?

When this happened, I was 25 and single and was working for a credit card company in the customer service department. I had been there for a little over a year and had become fast friends with three guys who were around my age and also single. We hit it off immediately and were able to talk about almost anything, even sex. It also helped that I was a big football and baseball fanatic, since this carried many a conversation. 

Besides sports, another reason I got along so well with these guys was because all my life, I have always gotten along better with guys than girls. A tomboy type, you might say. As I've gotten older, that label has somewhat been shed, but it would always be a part of me, I knew. 

One physical characteristic of mine was definitely feminine, though. I had above average-sized breasts but I usually never flaunted them. I also had a bigger, muscular build. I could kick some guys' asses if I ever had to. 

I wore bigger, looser tops that mostly hid my chest. I wasn't ashamed of them, just did not feel the need to "showcase" them. To work I always wore pants or jeans on casual Fridays. Another reason I may have gotten the "tomboy" label in high school and since. I just did not like to wear skirts that often and never wore a dress unless I absolutely had to. I think I own like two now and I cannot even remember the last time I wore either of them.

You're probably wondering what the rest of me looks like, too. I have dark brown eyes and have short dirty blonde hair. I used to wear my hair long, just past my shoulders, until about four months ago. I just wanted a change, I guess. It's the shortest it's been since my sophomore year in high school. My hair is naturally wavy and my hair now is just so much more manageable, I love it! 

I'm 5'8" and like I said I am built solidly, but I'm not giving out my weight. People are so caught up in weight. I could probably stand to lose 10-15 pounds but I look good for my height and my build. It might shock some of you if I told you my weight, okay? I look good, damnit, and that's what counts.

My ass? I know some of you guys are wondering about my ass, right? I love my ass! It's big if you compare it to Jennifer Aniston or any of those other Hollywood waifs, but on me it looks good. But it certainly does not get the attention it deserves because of my large chest. Like I said I was single. I was dating a guy for almost two years but I broke up with him. I just did not see a lifetime with him. It was time to move on; we both knew it. But since then (about six months ago), I have badly needed cock. Any cock!!! Since I lost my virginity at 17, it was the longest I had gone without sex. This was the cause of my frustration!

Enter my trusty circle of guy friends at work. I call them my "ABC" group. Andy, Brett and Cory. Of the three, only Cory was currently seeing someone, a girl named Mindy that I had met only once. She was blonde and petite. I loved to tease Cory that she had tits about 1/5 the size of mine. Like I said, we talked about everything. I was one of the guys!

Hell, they would even tease me about being a dyke, especially after I got my hair cut. They always cited my wearing pants, too. All I would do would tease right back, making crude comments about girls at work and what I would like to do with them. Of course, this always got them going. Sometimes I think they would start a session of insinuating I was a lesbo just to hear how much I craved the newest receptionist's ass or how I would love to bury my face in one of our supervisor's chest, which was even bigger than mine. 

Of course, I was not a lesbian or even really curious and they knew it, too. After all, I was dating Bill when I started there. Well okay, maybe they didn't know I was not curious. Being with another woman just did not interest me at all. 

Andy was tall and had shaggy blonde hair. He had just turned 23 and was the youngest. If he had fewer pimples, he'd be a lot cuter, but he was pretty hot nonetheless. Brett was 24 and had a full head of dark brown hair and matching eyes which I found sexy. He was the shortest of the guys but still a tad taller than me. Cory was 25 like me, had light brown hair, a goatee that fit his look and a receding hairline. He looked at least a few years older. His smile was captivating and I'm sure was one of the reasons he had been able to snag little Mindy. They had only been dating for a little over two months.

But I had not been getting any, and I suspect the same for Andy and Brett, although Andy talked a good deal about his weekend conquests. Who knew if they were true? I had my doubts.

Anyway, I had just watched "When Harry Met Sally" for the third time but first time since I had met these guys, and I wondered, is it true? Can guys truly be friends with women that are somewhat attractive and not want to have sex with them? Or at least think about having sex with them? I mean I had to be somewhat attractive to them, didn't I? Maybe not enough to merit thinking about while wanking their little dicks to but they had to have wondered what it would be like to have sex with me or at least want to see my naked boobs, right?

It was this topic that dominated our Friday lunch at the food court at the Mall across the street from our office building. I brought up that movie to them because it was just last night I had watched it on TNT. I was mildly surprised only two of them had seen it. Andy hadn't and the two who had did not care for it. It was a stupid chick flick, they said. But I pressed on nonetheless. I was feeling flirtatious and they were eating it up. Or were they just fucking with me?

I was basically asking each one of them if they have ever thought about having sex with me and to a man they all said 'no'. I was hurt. Could I not even stir a hint in their minds of what I would be like in bed? Were they gay??? Or did any or all of them not want to admit not only to me but to the other two that they had? I mean, we were all friends. It was possible I was broaching a subject I shouldn't have. If in fact one of them admitted that he had thought about it, it could change the scope of our friendship, of all of ours, even if we never acted on it. 

And then Andy said that he did dream about it once. Not daydreaming, but a real dream. After all, we cannot control what we dream about in our sleep, right? Or could we? 

I asked him what the dream was about and he went on to tell all of us, not in graphic detail, which I would have wanted, but that basically him and I were alone at work and all of a sudden we were kissing and undressing one another. The next thing that happened, he said, is that we were in the conference room on the table about to engage in sex but then he woke up. He said that he doesn't remember really seeing me naked but knew it was me in the dream. My pussy was actually tingling upon hearing this but we had to get back to work soon.

That Friday afternoon I found myself constantly thinking about having sex with Andy in the conference room. During my afternoon break, I even walked into the empty conference room and tried to picture lying on the table with my pants off and my shirt open with Andy standing between my legs putting his cock into my pussy and pumping me as he grabbed a hold of my tits! 

The next week on Wednesday, we were again at our usual lunch place and Brett brought up the topic of sex, wondering if anyone had any more dreams. He also wanted to know if I ever thought any one of them. Fair enough question, I thought. 

Since I was always honest with all of my friends, I looked at Andy and told him that last Friday after our lunch, I was caught up thinking about his dream with me and that I thought about it a lot that afternoon and also that I even went to the conference room to try and picture it. 

All of the guys were flabbergasted! Especially Andy, I'm sure. I don't know if they were more surprised that I could be a sexual being or that I would admit something like that. Then Cory spoke next. He admitted he did wonder what my tits looked like and thought about it the next time he saw Mindy naked, which I'm sure was later on that Friday night. But Brett surprised me the most. He was pretty honest, saying that of course he had thought about it. He said that all guys think about sex like 20 times a minute. Any woman they come in contact with, even fat, ugly ones, guys think about boinking them. And then he added I was neither fat nor ugly. I was in heaven! I definitely felt better about myself than I did last Friday, and I even felt again that familiar moistness between my legs when I become aroused.

My "ABC group" was definitely occupying a lot of my thoughts lately. I did not usually masturbate much, but lately I found myself doing much more of it, especially that Wednesday night. On Friday, "casual dress" day at work, I decided to wear my tightest jeans and the sexiest top I could find that was still appropriate for work. When they all saw me strut to my cubicle, their eyes bugged out. Cory, who sat across from me, almost literally fell out of his chair!

When lunchtime finally came, I was nervous. I had built up the nerve to ask one of them to have sex with me. No strings attached. However, I had not decided which one. That was where the "game" would start, part of the fun. But I knew I had to have some dick soon! 

After my "solo" session last night, I devised my plan. I took pen to paper and came up with a test. I made three copies of it and headed as always to the Mall's food court with my "boys". I only hoped I was not making a mistake. How would they react?

Well, first they teased me mercilessly. They first acted surprised I was even going to lunch with them, saying they thought I was probably meeting my "girlfriend" instead. Then Brett wondered aloud when I grew boobs. It was all in fun and actually led the mood in a direction I felt was loose and comfortable. 

They all got Chinese and while I usually get what they all get, today I got a salad. I knew I would probably be talking most of the time anyway. I was not talking much at the beginning, though, and Brett asked if I was all right. Of course, this was right after Cory asked me if I was on a diet since I was eating a salad and just picking at it at that.

I took a deep breath, my tits rising and falling as I did so. Three pairs of eyes were staring at them. It wasn't planned on my part but at least I knew now I had their attention. 

I want to have sex with one of you, I told them, but I don't know which one...yet. There, I said it. 

What?!? Excuse me? You're fucking with us. Okay, when? And, my favorite, you'd be so lucky. 

Those were the responses I basically got. When I convinced them I was serious and that I was including Cory, too, even though he had a girlfriend, they all sat and waited for me to continue. I correctly took that to mean they were all interested. I cannot tell how exciting it was to basically have three guys watching you and waiting to hear how they could have sex with you. Again, my pussy was getting wet and my nips were hardening at the thought. I was leaning in toward the table so as not to let our little intimate conversation be overheard by nearby tables. When I leaned back against my chair I noticed as well as my "boys" just how excited my "girls" were. My nipples were as hard as they had been in a long time, and my tight white shirt and bra could not rein them in. It was quite a sight! The guys were beside themselves. 

When they all settled down, I told them maybe it would be best to meet after work at our favorite happy hour bar about 5 minutes down the road. They all nodded in agreement and went quickly back to work, frustrated I am sure about not knowing what they would have to do or say in order to bed me. It was sure fun fucking with them! 

I slipped out of work a half hour early to go home and slip into something more comfortable. Actually, I had an idea. I wanted to knock their socks off! One of the two dresses I had was a black party dress. I had bought it at the urging of my last boyfriend when his cousin had gotten married two years ago. We had just started going out and I wanted to impress him. It was low-cut in the front and when I wore a push-up bra, my tits looked absolutely stunning in them! I received many stares that night, most of which I was not comfortable with. Mostly old, married men. But I usually did not like anyone ogling at my breasts. Tonight was a different story, however. I wanted my friends, Andy, Brett and Cory, to not only long for my breasts, I wanted them to see them! Or at least a third of them sticking out!

I wore sensible shoes and did nothing to my hair and really did not freshen up my make-up. I do wear some, you know. I walked in casually and made my way to the back of the bar toward the booths we usually sat in. All of their jaws dropped as soon as they saw me! Or should I say "them"? Andy was the lucky one to sit next to me, but maybe Cory and Brett were in better position to view my cleavage. I leaned down a few times and noted that their eyes were practically glued to my tits. I loved every second. 

The first half hour after I arrived we actually talked about boobs and cleavage. Why guys are so infatuated with them and why some girls want bigger ones when theirs are small and smaller ones when theirs are big. For my part, I've always been happy to have the size I have. Even when I was younger and played sports, I liked having big boobs. Watching the guys try and not look at my tits was more exhilarating than I could imagine.

After a few beers and noting the guys' growing impatience, I looked at each one of them to make sure they wanted to be eligible to have sex with me. I especially wanted to make sure that Cory was in, as he did have little Mindy. He said "anything for a friend" since I let it be known my circumstances: I was desperate for a romp and figured who better than a good friend of mine. 

I explained to them I had made a list of 12 questions. Some required a short answer, some a bit longer. They could answer any way they wanted; could embellish as much as they wanted or be as succinct as they wanted. Only condition was they had to tell the truth. They were not supposed to answer how they think I wanted them to. And, I reminded them that I since I was a very good friend of theirs, I would probably be able to tell if they were fibbing. 

When all of them were in agreement, I took out of my purse three folded up papers that had the questions. You want to see them, too? Okay, here they are:

1. What's your favorite position? 2. How long is your dick? (Don't worry, this isn't going to determine yes or no) 3. How many partners have you had? 4. Tits or ass? (Self-explanatory) 5. Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend? If no, would you ever do so if you knew for sure that you would never get caught? 6. Have you ever had anal sex? If so, did you like it? (Dumb question probably) Did she? (Or he? hee hee) 7. Is it better to give or receive? (You should be able to figure this one out) 8. What is the most exciting sexual encounter you have ever had (Note: Does not necessarily have to be intercourse) 9. Do you happen to be a member of the Mile High Club? 10. What is the most romantic date you have been on or would like to go on? 11. Multiple choice...You're on a bed with the woman of your dreams, both physically and emotionally, and she says she wants to bring another woman into the bedroom. Do you say? A) Let's go! And I'm going to be allowed to fuck her, too, right? B) Honey, I'm not really comfortable with that idea, I want you and only you and don't wanna share you with anyone or C) Can I watch? (implying that you never would expect to be included and that she just meant it to be for her but you are asking for permission to be there and only watch) 12. What girl that works or has worked here in the past year would you want to have sex with?

I loved watching the boys' expressions as they read it, which they did mostly in silence. There were a few comments and oohs and aahs. I told them they had all weekend to answer them and that they should give them to me on Monday or Tuesday. I would review them and we would then reconvene sometime next week and I would reveal the winner. I was targeting the next Friday for the "night of passion". But I din't even know if I could wait that long! Hell, I was thinking that they should answer the questions right away and I would take home the winner right now! Andy joked that I should just succumb to a gang bang and that would care of my problem. I laughed out loud for their benefit but quickly gave it a thought. Maybe put that on the back burner of my fantasies.

I kept busy all weekend, mostly doing errands, cleaning my apartment and hanging out with other friends. I did not tell any of them my plans to get laid. I figured they would have thought I was crazy and might have talked me out of it. 

By the end of Tuesday's day at work, I had all three responses each in a sealed envelope. I swore up and down to all of them that their answers would be held confidential. Each of them assured me their responses were full, complete and truthful. We shall see, I thought. I waited until I got home, fixed myself a macaroni and cheese feast for dinner and curled up on my couch in my shorts and t-shirt to read each of their answers.

Randomly choosing, I selected Cory's first. Here are his responses:

1. Doggy style all the way, baby!!! 2. Only about 5", but big around and no complaints yet 3. 6 4. I'm an ass man, I guess 5. This is a trick question, isn't it? I guess I would if I'm doing this to try and sleep with you. 6. Yes! Last girlfriend wanted to try it. We did twice and I liked it both times. It hurt her too much the first time so that's why we tried it again a few weeks later. She said it felt "different" but I don't think she liked it very much and we never did do it again. I'm working on Mindy, though. 7. Always better to give but would never turn down receiving. 8. Probably the first time I tried anal. Like I said before, she didn't like it much because it hurt too much. Probably because of my size. It's big in circumference. But she had a really nice ass and she was dressed up like a slut with a really short skirt on and no panties. We spent a long time on foreplay and the whole lead-up was very hot. She let me lube her up and I stuck my finger into her ass before I entered. It was so hot, I never felt so hard before in my life. 9. Sorry, not a member of that club. Why, are you? 10. For my girlfriend's 21st birthday, I took her out for a nice dinner. Then, leaving there I surprised her with a room at the Ritz. It wasn't the best room they had but I had a dozen red roses left there and a bottle of champagne was delivered to our room. The rest you can probably imagine. 11. Another trick question, huh? But honestly, A). I would definitely expect to be included and fuck the other girl, too. Hey, she brought it up, right? 12. I assume you meant at work and not at the bar where you handed us this questionnaire. If so, this is easy. The new receptionist, I think her name is Debbie. Smoking ass!

I re-read it. And by the time I was done the second time I was tweaking my nipples on the outside of my t-shirt (I did mention I wasn't wearing a bra, right? hee hee). It was hot reading what one of my best friends from work thought about sex and what he had experienced. His less-than-average-sized dick was kind of a surprise, but I was mostly impressed with his responses. I did feel like he was being sincere. He being an ass man was not a surprise. After all, that was Mindy's best "ass-set" and she had very little in the boob department, as I alluded to earlier. It also was not surprising to hear that Debbie was the one he would bang if given the chance. It did not hurt, I'm sure, that she was fresh out of high school at the ripe age of 18. 




Wanted: Friend for Sex?



I laughed at his response to the cheating question. Fact was, when I initially wrote it down I forgot that he currently had a girlfriend but later realized it and left it in there. It would be interesting, I thought, if he answered no he would never cheat. But he did not answer, either, if you ever had. I assumed no, but would not be surprised if he ever had. The anal sex answers were interesting, too. I tried to imagine his shorter, fat cock sliding up an ass. Not mine, necessarily, just any ass.

The most romantic date answer definitely won him some points. What a lucky girl to have received such a special gift!

The next envelope I grabbed was Brett's. I quickly opened it up almost ripping the page in two. Here are his answers:

1. Rear entry. On her knees and head lying on the bed is nice, but I also like sometimes when her chest is on the bed with a pillow under her stomach and raising her butt a little. This doesn't allow for deeper entry but I could last for a long time in this position. 2. Average, about 6 inches. 3. 4 4. Both! But I guess if I had to pick one, it would be ass 5. I did cheat once, I guess. It wasn't "sex" though. I was in high school and I was dating a girl who wouldn't let me do a thing with her. I was still a virgin and so was she. I didn't expect to change that, but fooling around should have been allowed. We were at a party together and this one girl was talking with me. She had a really big chest and soon we were out of sight of others back in the woods behind this house. We started kissing and I felt her up. I got back to my girlfriend not long after that. She never found out, as far as I knew. It made me feel bad afterwards but at the time, I was in heaven. I had never felt anything so nice and so soft in my life! 6. No I haven't had anal sex, but would like to try it sometime with the right person. 7. Receive!! Love getting blowjobs! 8. It was my 21st birthday and I was dating a girl who was 19 and she still lived at home with her parents. We had not had sex at that point (we had only been dating for a few weeks). I thought we might that night, though. We went out for dinner (her treat) then she said she had to get home early since she had to work early the next morning. When we got to her parent's house, she told me to park on the street. We walked around to their backyard where they had this gazebo. In the dark you could not see us from inside the house but where we were we could see her parents watching TV. We started to kiss when she surprised me by taking off her shirt and bra. We resume kissing when she then began rubbing my cock. I then was given one of the best blowjobs ever! The whole time I could see her parents as she sucked my dick dry. Awesome! (I never did fuck her, though. We broke up about two weeks later for no apparent reason.) 9. I've only flown a few times and mostly have been with my parents, so that would be a no. 10. I haven't been on my most romantic date yet. That's reserved for the love of my life, whoever she is. I envision a nice, home-cooked meal, wine, light music, fireplace and cuddling and ending up in bed with candles all around us and rose petals on the sheets making love for hours into the morning. 11. A!!! If I said anything else I'd be lying! 12. Do you remember Diane? I think she worked at our company for a few months after you started before she left. Her husband got transferred and they moved to New York. She was 31 or 32, had one of thee best bodies and liked to show it off, but was pretty much a bitch. Hey, you didn't say I had to like her, did ya?

I laughed at his last remark. I did remember Diane. Who wouldn't? Every guy there wanted her, but she was happily married. She was also responsible for the company almost doing away with casual day. It was more like lingerie day for her! They allegedly repeatedly talked with her about her ideas of workplace wardrobe. But she was beautiful; easily could have been a model if she was a few inches taller. And she was mother of three, to boot!

I also re-read his answers and found myself moving from my tits down my stomach and was running my hands slowly over my mound. This was definitely fun and I felt naughty to have allowed my friends to open up the way they were with the promise of sex for one of them. 

His dick size was more than adequate. My last boyfriend was about 6 inches, too, and let's just say it fit well. His favorite position was interesting. I did like deep penetration but I also like my man to last as long as he can. Although in that position my tits would not get any action. 

It was interesting the first two guys were ass men, though. I liked that, though. Like I said, I like my ass and love it to get some attention. I just figured with my chest, especially the way it was displayed that night, the guys would think I wanted them to answer that way. That's how I knew they were being honest. At least so far. 

It was pretty erotic to read about his cheating on his one girlfriend in high school. I actually pictured it was me he was kissing and feeling up. And the story about the blowjob in the gazebo really turned me on. Also, admitting he loved receiving blowjobs rather than going down on a girl was brutally honest, but I loved it!

His romantic date also earned him points! The fact it was still to occur was sweet, too, because he wanted to experience his most romantic date with his one true love, whoever she was. He also did not disappoint by saying that he'd be lying if he said he did not want the full experience of fucking another woman if a threesome was proposed to him. I definitely was happy with the questions I had asked and was equally satisfied with the answers I was receiving. I wonder what Andy would say in his answers. 

I stood up and carried my empty dish to the kitchen and walked back to my couch. I removed my shorts and sat back down in my dark blue panties. I could see a wet spot had already formed and was anxious to read more. I almost wished I had asked 20 questions or more!!!

Andy is the most brash and outspoken of the group. He is also, as I mentioned the youngest. He talks about nameless girls he has gone out with and implies, if not outright tells us, of his frequent conquests. It was with him in mind that I asked "how many partners". So when I ripped open his envelope I immediately went to that answer. Here are all of them in order:

1. Girl on top. Better to view and feel her tits as she rides me. Woohoo baby!!! 2. Over 7", but who's counting? 3. At least 10. 4. Tits, definitely 5. Never have cheated. No one to cheat on, though, right now. And I would never cheat anyway, even if she'd never find out. It would just be wrong. 6. Yes, many times. I have always loved it and the girls do, too. 7. Gotta give before you receive. Like giving more, though. 8. I was banging my friend's sister in the back seat of a car. She was on my lap and there were two others in the back as well. Her brother, my friend, was driving. He did not have a clue! 9. Is that something to do with the Denver Broncos? Why would you ask this question? 10. I went on a picnic with my last girlfriend. We made out on the blanket and then wrapped it up and quickly made our way to the car where she gave me the blowjob of my life! 11. I would definitely tell her that I only want her. After all, this is a test by her, right? Just like you're testing me. 12. I'd have to say Debbie, the new receptionist. Besides, I think she likes me.

I could not stop laughing after I read it. Especially the part where he did not know what the Mile High Club was. He thought it had to do with the football Denver Broncos, who play in Mile High Stadium. His answers were short and concise, which would be fine, but the content was too funny. I knew he was lying on most of them. 

Seven inches but who's counting? Is he serious?

The answer about fucking a girl in the backseat of her brother's car somehow seemed believable to me. I tried picturing that and it was hot! His idea of a romantic date was revealing, though. So much for "you gotta give before you receive". And there was Debbie again. She was tall, thin and an ass so tight she could probably fit into Barbie's panties. But her chest was more like Mindy's than Barbie's. But it did not surprise me that two of the guys had picked her. She was cute, I guess.

Interesting thing about my last question that probably would have won it for any of the guys if he had answered it this way was I did not say it had to be someone other than me. I just asked "what girl..." not someone at work other than me. If any of the guys had answered "you Sharon", I may have just ignored all the other answers and said "okay, he's the one I'm going to let fuck me." I may just tell them that, too.

The next day at work I lied and told them I had not read their answers yet. Truth was I read them over and over again. I made myself come at least three times in my bed imagining each of them fucking me over and over. The idea of a gang bang danced in my head, as well. I was feeling really slutty, you could say. 

The plan was originally to do this on Friday but I didn't I think I could wait another day. At lunch I told them I did read them and had decided. I played it cool, not wanting to tip my hand. I asked if tonight was good for all of them. They were anxious as hell and all said yes. Even Cory, who I'm sure probably had to re-think if he and Mindy had any plans. He assured me his schedule was clear for that night, though. 

The afternoon went by painfully slow. I know I did not concentrate much at work, the people I talked to on the phone probably knew that as well. What the cardholders did not know was the reason for my distraction. I was plotting out not only what I was going to say, but also what awaited not only the winner but the two "losers", too. God I couldn't wait!

After work I quickly went home. I felt like I had a lot of prep work to do. I never was a girly girl, but I was being overcome with giddiness and the need to look sexy as well as feel sexy. I took a long hot shower and shaved. And yes, I do shave down there, not completely, but with a Brazilian cut, a nice long landing strip on the way to paradise. My last boyfriend had casually suggested it and I've become quite attached to the feel and look of it, even six months after his departure. 

I resisted all temptation to touch myself there, or anywhere else for that matter. I haven't had cock in over six months and I wanted the tension to rise to almost a boiling point. I was pretty sure I made the right decision; I just hoped that he would be into me and it as much as I planned to be. 

As I stood in my bathroom naked I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty damn good, I thought. The soft pouch also known as my belly looked even better than I remembered it. I daringly even stepped on my scale (something I hadn't done in over three months) and was surprised I was almost five pounds less than what I recall I was last time I weighed myself. My tits looked spectacular and I wondered aloud what the look on his face would be once he saw them. Would we ever be able to be friends again like before? Probably not, but it was too late now.

But I could hold something back. I could fuck him without showing my bare breasts! I thought about it and decided it would be a last-minute decision. 

The guys were coming over at 8 o'clock. I was not used to spending almost three hours to get ready for any "date" but it's also wasn't customary for me to have three guy friend's over to my apartment and selecting one of them to fuck me, either. I barely was finished before they all arrived together five minutes past the hour.

I thought I looked hot and by the expressions on their faces and some of the comments, they thought so, too. I definitely looked different than what they're accustomed to seeing at work. 

I had settled on wearing a pair of faded jeans, my favorite pair and also one they had probably never seen me wear. Because it was faded, I had never worn it to work, although I did occasionally see these guys away from the office. They were comfortable, not too tight yet fit perfectly to my shape. It would serve the ass men guys well!

The top was a short-sleeve sweater that I just bought. It was black which would have shielded the size of my breasts if 1) it wasn't so tight and form-fitting and 2) it didn't offer a nice view of my cleavage, especially when I leaned down.

My underwear for the evening was also new. I liked and usually wore boy shorts for underwear and although I had initially planned to wear a thong for the special occasion, I actually went to Victoria's Secret and spent $49.99 on a dark blue boy shorts panty/push up bra combo. 

The fifteen minutes prior to the boys showing up I spent doing two shots of Crown Royal and re-reading the boys' answers. I was hot!

Since it was a work night, I did not think we would be doing much drinking but I needed something to relax me, hence the shots. The boys, though, brought a twelve of Bud Light, my favorite. Too bad one of them would be staying less than an hour, according to my plan.

We all sat in my living room, as cozy as it was. I had a couch and a big chair. Cory sat in the chair and Andy sat at one end of the couch and Brett at the other. I could have had the floor but sat in between the two guys on the couch. They teased me mercilessly about the make-up I had on, but the compliments started to pour forth. They liked my top, they liked my hair, etc. 

Things were really tense and no one had any idea what to talk about. They were clearly waiting for me to start things, so I did. 

I made sure that each of them was comfortable with what we were going to do. When all nodded, I told them I had made my choice and that it was based purely on their answers. I did not have a secret desire to sleep with this particular person and then devise this little game in order to accomplish that. It really was a spur of the moment thought and each of them had an opportunity to win. It was based solely on the answers. All of the guys shifted in their seats and it appeared that all of them were straining to remember what their answers had been; wondering if an answer here or there might have been a "make or break". Four of the questions I really was concentrating on. The rest were just for fun. 

I told them this and then told them I was now going to answer the questions for them, as well. 

I had had only one beer but Andy and Brett had already had two and were on their third. Cory was only on his second. I stood up and walked to my dining room table just next to the couch. I picked up a sheet of paper that had the questions. Their answers were nearby as well, if I had to refer to them, but they were all pretty much memorized by now.

1. Favorite position - I liked doggy-style probably the best. I think this answer surprised them. But they seemed to perk up when I said I liked when my breasts were swinging below me or when my lover grabbed onto them. Brett looked sullen, probably since his favorite position afforded very little interaction with my tits.

2. As far as dick size, I assured them again this was not a factor. It just wasn't one of the four questions that I was really looking at. I did tell them I did not necessarily need a big dick or shy away from small ones. I liked all sizes and was really more interested in what they did with it than how big or small it was. All the guys looked at each other to try and determine who it was that may have been the "small" one. Even Cory did this, wondering if there was someone that was shorter than he, even though he considered his to be big because of its girth.

3. The number of partners I had was 4. My first, who I had a relationship that lasted about a year and half. My next boyfriend was a cop and he and I dated for almost two years. The next partner I had was a guy I worked with two jobs ago. It was a rebound thing; we never really dated. Rather we just fucked around for a few months. He had a motorcycle and I was weak for guys who rode them at that time in my life. Now I was not so shallow. It was a mistake but some of the best sex I had. My last boyfriend and the most serious relationship I had was the last partner I had had. They had all met Bill and knew him to be a nice guy, which he was. It was because of him and what he was to me that have taken me so long to get back in the saddle, and it was important to me to not have a meaningless one night stand, although it would only be one night. At least it would be with a good friend. Also, without telling them for sure this was the first of the four questions I was interested in, I did say that if any of them had only been with one or two girls before, that it would not have been desirable. I wanted to be with someone who was experienced. Also, I simply did not want to be only one of a group of two or three that one of them had been with. Luckily, and I told this to all of them, none of them fell into this category.

4. As far as tits or ass, I said while giggling to them, I was just interested in what they would say if given the choice. The answer "both" would have been acceptable, too. Even though I did not say to them which answer I preferred nor did I tell them that this was the second of the four questions I was most interested in. I said before to you all that I like my ass and for it to receive the attention it deserves. Andy had said only tits, and in doing so sort of hurt his chances at the time. I mean, what about my ass, baby?

5. The cheating question was for fun. And like I said earlier, I forgot that Cory had a girlfriend when I wrote it and left in there for fun to see what he would write. Andy and Brett wondered aloud, too, what he had written, so Cory told us all his answer. Basically, that he and Mindy were more casual than anything and that if he loved her, he wouldn't think of cheating on her. My answer to the guys, I'm sure, startled them. I told them simply that while I did not condone cheating, if you did and did not get caught, more power to them. While I personally would probably not cheat, I could not say for sure I never would. And besides, I told them it was guys' nature. It was just in them!

6. Now to the anal sex question. The guys all appeared to sit closer to the edge of their seats, wondering if I would reveal whether I had had anal sex before. I turned toward my dining room table as a diversion and pretended to shuffle through the papers of their responses. I could feel six eyes riveted to my ass. This was a tease on my part and I played it out great. I looked over my shoulder and busted at least Brett and Cory looking at my ass. Andy, I'm sure, was also but I could not see all three of them at that exact instant. As to the question of anal sex, no, I have never had it but would definitely try it with the right person, the exact answer as Brett's. He seemed to be smiling from ear to ear. I avoided eye contact with him, even though I knew his gaze was searching for mine to be returned. I did tell them that I had been asked by the biker, but I had turned him down. I did not tell them that my last boyfriend and I talked about it, but he never pushed for it so I never did, either. I also did not tell them the cop boyfriend had almost demanded it a few times, but there was no way his "club" would fit without splitting me in two.

I called for a break at this point: bathroom, get another beer or just simply take a break from the topic at hand. I was getting turned on knowing where it was all leading, especially a few surprises that they did not know about it. While I was in the kitchen near the fridge, Andy walked by me to get another beer. I was shocked! While I did not move much on purpose, to see what he would do, I could not believe I felt a hard bump on the back of my ass! He looked over at me and smiled and all I could do was blush. I looked down at his hard-on and smiled. Maybe he was at least 7"! Cory went to the bathroom and Brett was standing next to the dining table, so neither of them saw a thing. When I got back out to the living/dining room, Andy was in the bathroom and Cory was grabbing another beer. When everyone was back and getting comfortable on the couch and chair, I looked around the room. I also stole a glance at Andy's bulge, but could not tell if it was still there. Onto the next question and answer, I said to them. My favorite was still to come.




Wanted: Friend for Sex?



7. I happily told them they all knew what I was asking for when I wrote "better to give or receive?" For my part, I love to give blowjobs! And while I think it should be reciprocated now and then, I have never been one to expect tit for tat. I gave my last boyfriend probably ten blowjobs for every time he went down on me. I loved the power it gives me. And the look in his eyes when I would go down on him was priceless! I wanted to know the answer to this question because I did not want them to be afraid to tell me it's better to receive. Andy and Cory basically said both, but I did not believe Andy, since when he recounted his "romantic" date and the blowjob he received, he did not mention at all going down on her. Only Brett said he would rather receive, so he was definitely being truthful.

8. The answer to the most exciting sexual experience probably was my favorite question. Or should I say answers! It was the one answer I loved to read and read again from all three guys. Their answers were relatively short but I would close my eyes and play out the scene in my mind. From Cory's answer about anal sex with his girlfriend dressed slutty, to Brett and the blowjob in the gazebo while her parents were within sight to Andy fucking one of his friend's sister in the backseat of his car were all hot! Without recounting the stories to all three of them, I told the guys that their stories made me hot and was one of the reasons I was looking forward to tonight! I told them they would hear about my most exciting sexual encounter later in the next answer. 

9. I could not wait for this next answer. With me telling them my own story of becoming a member of the Mile High Club, I was aiming to not only get my juices flowing, but also get their blood flowing, if that was not already the case. For the uninformed like Andy, who apparently did not know what it was, I started my answer with stating the fact I did have sex miles above the ground in a 747 American Airlines flight. It occurred just about a year ago. In fact, it happened right before I started working with them. Andy nodded as it sunk in what this question was asking and he smiled. I nodded his way but continued the story, whether they expected one or not. Bill, my ex, and I were going to Las Vegas. We were having problems then and thought a trip to Sin City was definitely what we needed. We had an early morning flight and when we first got on the plane, Bill was a bit tired and wanted to go to sleep. An hour into the flight, I was so horny I started stroking his leg and woke him up. 

My hand was under a blanket and when he woke up I started to stroke his cock. Just when he got hard, I told him I was going to the bathroom. He looked so disappointed, but when I told him I would be in the bathroom on the right side he smiled. I left the door unlocked and thirty seconds after I got in there, he opened the door and squeezed in there with me. It took some maneuvering, but within a minute, he was inside me. The roar of the engines could not drown out my moans, though. I was urging him on now and when I lifted my shirt and bra up and over my tits he came. It took a few minutes to settle down and get re-situated. I had to pee so he left first. When I emerged one of the flight attendants winked knowingly at me. And when I past the first couple of seats, they all applauded! I was embarrassed but apparently we were not that discreet. Bill even told me a couple of guys gave him high-fives when he walked back to our seats.

10. I was so hot and getting wet between my legs after recounting that story and also thinking about the rest of that Vegas trip that I was anxious to finish the question and answers. I told them I was too flushed to recount my most romantic date and thought each of their answers were unique in their own right. That was the only way to comment nicely on Andy's date: picnic and then a blowjob in the car? How fucking romantic, I thought to myself.

11. As far as the threesome proposal: to get out of their minds that it might happen tonight or any other night for that matter, I told them I was not interested in a threesome but if I proposed it, I was looking for my guy to say that he only wanted me. But I commended each and every one of them on their honesty. The guys looked at each other and realized they all answered the same: they would either want to or expect to fuck the other girl if their woman had proposed a threesome.

12. For who they would love to fuck at work if given the chance, I told them that no one answered me. I pretended to be disappointed, so they all said they didn't think it included me. Of course it would be me, they all said, if they had known that.

I informed the boys that now they would have five minutes to convince me that they should be the one to sleep with me having heard my discourse on the questions they had answered. I had made my decision and said it would remain unchanged unless I was somehow convinced otherwise. But I reminded them also that since I would not reveal who the winner was beforehand, that the winner could also end up doing harm to his cause if he were to say stuff that might make me change my mind. I loved the twist this presented, but hardly thought that the one I chose would say anything bad to ruin his standing.

I said we would go backwards from oldest to youngest. Cory was 25 and only a month older than me so he followed me into my bedroom. I had instructed the other two to wait outside in the hallway, as I did not trust them not to put their ears up against the door of my bedroom. I even locked them out, too! 

Cory immediately tried to reassure me that of all the women who work in our department at work, that I was the one he would want to be with. Over Debbie, the 18-yr old with the tight ass, I asked? Yep, he insisted. He also noted correctly that his favorite sexual position matched mine. I told him his anal sex stories, although somewhat unsuccessful, turned me on immensely. He smiled proudly at this. He did not really try to state his case any more than to say he would really like to be the one and that he thought he and I were most compatible. This may have been true. He was my age and his height at 6'0" and his mature looks and demeanor I did find attractive. 

I went to the front door and let in Brett. Brett said nothing to hurt his chances. He seemed quietly confident. He knew a lot of his answers matched mine, but he also pointed out that he was by far the shortest of the three. If I was 5'8", he was 5'8 1/2". I assured him that height was not a factor. We finished off our little conversation with him complimenting me on my looks, saying he wished I wore more sexy tops and wore makeup and did my hair like I did tonight for work. He was honored to even been considered for the opportunity to make love to me. 

Make love to me? Did he just say that? I wanna fuck!

I walked Brett back to the front door and let in Andy. He looked at me as if he thought he had won, even telling me on the way to my room that I must have saved the best for last. In fact, Andy did not win. He did not even come in second. He was a distant third, not that I was going to say it quite that way. But I had to find out just how big his cock was. I knew he lied in a lot of his responses but I was just curious if he was stupid enough to lie about that. I mean, if he had won, I would have found out anyway. Would be pretty stupid to lie about it. But then feeling how hard he got just watching and listening to my answers made me think he did feel pretty big.

But I let him state his case for a minute or two anyway. He practically begged me to pick him. He was the youngest and most virile, he said. And although he wasn't sure, he said he was probably the biggest. I said that it was interesting that he thought he was the biggest because I wanted to know if he lied about that like he certainly did on others. He wanted to know what I meant by that. This is where it got interesting!

Andy was sitting on my bed and I approached him and straddled his lap, effectively sitting on his lap. My tits were almost right in his face. He did think he won! He tried to put his hands on my ass but I pushed him down on the bed instead, showing him who was in charge. You lied, Andy, didn't you? I teased. Ten partners? Had anal sex many times? I bet fucking your friend's sister in the car was a lie, too, huh? He did not know what to do or say. I knew he could probably see a good portion of my cleavage when I was hovering over him like this. No Andy, you aren't the winner. But I am going to find out how big you are. And I was feeling him grow already!

Then I was kissing him. One of my best friends! I was kissing him and running my tongue deep into his throat. He was confused but loving it! He ran his hands between us and started rubbing my tits. I could care less! I was horny and it felt great! My plan with the two that lost was twofold: 1) I wanted to kiss each of them and 2) I wanted each of them to come. I felt it was only fair. I did not want one friend to be too much "up" on the other two. True, only one would have intercourse with me but at least the other two could take something else out of it.

I urged him on as he pawed at my tits, but cautioned him that my shirt stays on and so does my bra. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my belly. I reminded him that he did not win, but he was going to receive a consolation prize. When he saw me look down at his bulge, he thought, I'm sure, that he was going to receive a blowjob. Sadly for him, this was not the case. But a hand job would do, huh? His eyes bugged out. Fuck yeah!

I deftly unzipped his jeans and pulled it down enough to pull out his cock from his boxers. It was huge! Easily over 7 inches and the biggest cock I had seen up close since Gordon, the cop ex-boyfriend. After pumping it for only 10 strokes, he erupted, shooting his load all over my hand and onto his shirt. It was awesome! He begged me to clean it off with my mouth but I grabbed a towel and wiped my hand with it before throwing it to him. He cleaned off his dick and then tried to get as much off his shirt as possible. Hopefully Brett and Cory wouldn't notice it on Andy's way out. I told him his evening was over and thanked him for a good time. He seemed disappointed but he did just shoot a big load so he couldn't be that unhappy. 

Upon Andy's exit, Brett and Cory were escorted back into my living room. It took them awhile but soon understood that Andy had been eliminated. They each had a 50% chance of fucking me! I think they both thought I might have picked Andy for two reasons. One was he was tall, as was I. And he was probably the cutest, if I had to pick one as the cutest. But they were all cute. But also I was in my room with him for almost 15 minutes! They might have thought it was all done. That it was over! 

No one is going to be "over" with me in just 15 minutes!!!

I'll tell you now I chose Brett. Brett's answers to the four questions ALL matched mine. He had the same number of partners as me, which I thought was cool. He loved getting blowjobs; I loved giving them! He loved both tits and ass, but mostly the ass, which meant he would treat mine to some loving, or so I hoped. And, his story about the blowjob in the gazebo, even though it was the only story about not fucking, seemed to be the most erotic. I could see myself and him in that very situation even now! And his "cheating" story about feeling up the big-chested girl at that party I thought was hot, too. I definitely could see some of "me" in that story, too.

I wanted to assure both that they were close when I judged their answers. I hinted that Andy received a consolation prize and that the second place winner would, as well. Then, without warning, I leaned down toward Brett with my mouth slightly open, moving slowly until his mouth opened like mine until we were kissing. The kiss was nice and I held it for about 20 seconds. Cory felt awkward, I guessed, but soon felt better I'm sure when I walked toward him and repeated what I had done with Brett. I know each of the guys got a good look down my top, too, because when I leaned in for the kiss with both, I saw their eyes looking there rather than in my eyes. 

My kiss with Cory probably was a few seconds longer and definitely more tongue than with Brett. When I broke from our kiss, I held out my hand to Cory and asked him to follow me. I told Brett to hold tight and stay right where he was. 

I led Cory down the short hall to my room. Once inside I informed him that he also was not the winner but that I did not want him to go home just yet. I asked him next to tell me the truth. Would he go over to Mindy's right now and fuck her since he wasn't going to fuck me? He said he actually had not thought about it, but yes, he probably would. I thought of fixing that right now. I wanted him satisfied enough that he wouldn't have the need to see that little bitch, even though he wouldn't be fucking me. 

Without warning I turned around so that my ass was facing him and asked if he liked my ass. I remembered his answer quite well that he was an ass man. Mindy had a tiny little butt but I was counting on him to like mine, too. I unsnapped my jeans and starting pushing my jeans down and over my butt, bending slightly. I heard him gulp when he saw my ass in my boy shorts. I loved how my ass cheeks puffed out from them.

I asked him if he liked what he saw and he said yes. Good answer, I thought. I then sat down on my bed and sat back against my headboard. His eyes followed the length of my body. He stopped and stared at my crotch, though. I asked him if his answer about "giving" was true, and he said yes. Eat me then, Cory. Eat my sweet and delicious pussy, I told him. He could not get up onto the bed and take my shorts off fast enough! 

His tongue was quite talented. He complimented me on my pussy saying it was more beautiful than he ever imagined. I tingled inside knowing that he had thought of what my pussy looked like. He licked my slit in earnest. I was wet and he was enjoying my taste. I knew I definitely was enjoying his efforts! I held the back of his head as he ate out my pussy urging him on the whole way, talking dirty and basically telling him how good it felt and what a good job he was doing. I was not going to get any more naked for him other than my jeans and panties off, but I did call out his name. When he looked up I flashed him, although still with my bra on. This seemed to spurn him on. Within another minute I was coming! 

When he was done he wasn't sure what to do. I beckoned for him with my finger and he crawled up between my legs. We kissed like before but this time I took his one hand and led it to my breasts, which he felt up through my sweater. 

I asked him if he was hard and he said "oh yeah". I told him he was next. I was going to give him a blowjob for his efforts. He could not wait another second, taking off his jeans and laying down on the bed. I hovered over him letting him get a good look at my cleavage again. I then took his boxers in my hands and swept it down and over his 5" inch monster. It WAS wide! How would I get my mouth around that?

I smiled letting him know I approved before I opened wide and licked all around the tip. I teased his cock for a minute or so before I took more than half his cock clear into my mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He wanted me to take off my top and see my tits, but I told him that wasn't going to happen. He said all right, but at least take off my top and let him see me in my bra. I laughed so sexily and told him that wasn't going to happen, either, but I did move closer to the side of him and told him he could feel them again. This seemed to please him enough. As he roughly pulled on my tits through my sweater I sucked him harder. I was still bottomless and I was glad he noticed that, because he ran his hand down my back over my sweater until he reached my bare ass. He fingered my pussy from behind and then motioned for me to move closer still. Did he want to do a 69?! I loved doing that with my first boyfriend but had only done it a few times since. 

No, he wanted to fuck me. He wanted me to mount his throbbing dick. But no, I told him. I was only going to fuck Brett, the winner, but he could still come in my mouth. He begged for it, though, while he finger-fucked me. I was so turned on but I was committed to playing by my rules. And then he said he'd rather fuck me than Mindy. That did it! 

I released his dick from my mouth and said okay. Before I could change my mind I was straddling his legs and took his dick in my right hand. Lining it up to my pussy, I teased him and myself by running it along my tender wet lips. Now he was really going to cheat on his girlfriend by fucking me and it was me that thought I was cheating...on Brett! 

Cory then took off his shirt and wanted me to do the same. Come on, he said, he took off his shirt, I should do the same. But I wasn't even going to show my tits to any of the three guys, even Brett! I was gonna go down to my bra with Brett, but I wanted all three guys to always wonder what they looked like naked. Wasn't a hand job, a blowjob and a fuck enough for these guys?

Still holding his hard dick in my hand, I finally slipped it inside of me. The first cock I've had in over six months! But I stayed firm on my top staying on. After all, he was lucky he was fucking me! But then, ever the cock tease, I had another plan. Even though he said he'd rather fuck me than Mindy, I was getting off on the fact I was the "other woman". So I kept teasing him about her. About how she should be fucking her, his girlfriend, instead of me, even though I was the better fuck. He agreed I was, too. 

Of course he'd say that. Did you expect him to disagree and say Mindy was better when his cock was buried inside my vagina?

Anyway, we were fucking for about ten minutes while his hands still tried to take my sweater off. I ordered him to stop and then after another few minutes of fucking and before he could blow his wad, I told him to go fuck his girlfriend now, maybe she would show him her tits and let him come inside of her. With that, I dismounted him and heard a 'plop' when his big cock popped free from my pussy. Go and fuck her with my pussy juice all over your dick, I told him. It may dry up but you better not let her go down on you, I teased. She most certainly will still smell the sex on him, though, even if he cleaned up as much as possible. Of course, he could go home and jack off, too. He was pissed but knew I had him. We walked to the living room where I knew Brett had probably heard some of what went on. I had put my jeans back on, even my panties, but my hair was mussed up and my sweater looked as if it had been pulled and tugged on for the past hour, which it had been. Cory did not even look back or say goodbye as he left. I sure hope things were okay between us. But I quickly turned my attention to Brett who was standing in front of the couch. 

You win, I said. You had the best answers and you're the one I want to fuck, Brett. He looked at me incredulously and then told me he knew I had already fucked Cory. He had heard and he had seen. 

He had seen?

I did not lock the door, he said. He peered in and saw me bouncing on Cory. I was mortified!

He almost left but was too turned on by it. He almost had the urge to wank off at the sight. I told him I gave Andy a hand job and was going to give Cory a blowjob, adding I was going to swallow but then I was "tricked" sorta into fucking him. But he did not come inside of me, did not come at all, and that neither Andy nor Cory was allowed to see my tits. He would be, though. I decided now that Brett would definitely see my tits.

I went to make sure the front door was locked. I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:35. I hit the light and then went into the lit kitchen. I got a candle and lit it and hit the off switch in the kitchen as well. I walked into the living room where Brett had not moved a bit, still standing in front of the couch. I set the candle down next to the couch and pushed away the little coffee table. 




Wanted: Good Paying Job w/Benefits



This is a Winter Contest story, please vote.

All characters portrayed are over the age of 18. There are no characters under the age of 18. 

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Offering Bob a job, Kris Kringle comes to the rescue to save the day by offering Bob a job.

Dear Santa,

I've been bad, very bad. I punched my boss in the nose at work and quit before he fired me. After allowing my frustrations and my emotions to get the better of me, now I don't have a job and I don't have any money. It was a just, part-time, minimum wage, shit job anyway, a job beneath me but in this still bad economy, that's the only jobs that there are now. Still an employers' job market, part-time and low paying jobs without benefits are the only jobs that employers are hiring workers to do. Still, even after they proclaim that the recession is over, there still are no jobs and most of us don't have any money.

Rather than to do the job that we elect our congress to do and to create jobs instead of sending all of our manufacturing jobs overseas, someone's lying to the American people about jobs, about the recession, and about the economy. The employment numbers and the unemployment numbers are all just a bunch of lies spun to make our congress and the President look good. Those of us looking for work know that the only companies hiring are hiring people for service jobs and not for manufacturing. Service jobs pay minimum wage without benefits and overtime. Manufacturing jobs pay a higher wage with overtime and benefits. Unless I work two part-time, minimum wage service jobs, I can barely afford my rent, food, and gas that all go up continually.

I was making good money not long ago Santa, while working in a factory on a production line. With lots of overtime for those who wanted it, I routinely worked a 50 hour week. Sometimes, when we needed more production, especially around the Christmas holidays, I worked as much as sixty hours a week. Depending on my production targets, I was even given an end of year bonus. The bonus wasn't huge like those Wall Street fat cats, but it came in handy at the end of the year. The overtime kept me solvent and allowed me to save up and eventually buy a house and a, used new car. Moreover, knowing that I was making a quality product, feeling good about myself, about my employer, and about the role that I played in a productive society, I enjoyed my work.

No doubt something that you can understand as a skilled craftsman yourself, I made toys. Our busiest season, of course, was Christmas with Halloween a close second. Alas the demise of the American worker started fifty years ago when my government lied to us by telling us that the advent of computers would make high paying jobs plentiful. Instead of computers making high paying jobs, they made for a smaller labor force when banks displaced tellers for ATM machines, gas stations had customers pump their own gas, and now supermarkets expect us to check out and bag our own food. Instead of computers making more jobs, they made less jobs and the jobs that they created were low paying jobs.

Then, ten years after that, the lies continued when my country signed that fair trade agreements with Mexico. Manufacturing, especially those companies in Texas, Arizona, and California, who were closer to the border, fled the United States to open factories in Mexico. The government's twisted reasoning this time was that America would be more competitive in a global marketplace. Only they lied to us when they told us there'd be more jobs. With the start of manufacturing jobs going to a foreign country, there were less jobs. I remember a time when everything I picked up had a sticker, Made in Mexico, at the bottom of it.

Not that what's happened has happened, reading between the lines, what they meant was, by breaking up the unions, our hourly wage would be more equal with third world countries, something that would make those in power more profitable in a global marketplace. Only, they didn't consider or even care that our standard of living in America is much higher than the standard of living in Mexico. What Americans need to raise a family and thrive is much more than the eight dollars a day that they paid the average Mexican worker back then.

What my elected congressmen, congresswomen, and big business did had little to do with the American worker but more with the fat cats and their bottom lines. How's that a fair trade agreement when we import more than we export? How's that fair trade agreement working when we lose more jobs than we grow more jobs? Ross Perot was right when he said we were giving away our eroding our manufacturing base by displacing our manufacturing jobs overseas for the sake of using cheap labor forces to make inferior products.

It all started with our politicians, those we voted in to represent us, our public servants, some public servants they are, when they passed laws in favor of big business with the excuse that the tax breaks will create jobs that never appear. It all continued when the toys that I helped to create and assemble were moved from my factory floor to factories in Japan. From Japan, production moved to Taiwan and then to India where the factory floors were filled with children happy to earn a dollar a day. Sneakers, clothes, appliances, TV's, stereos, computers, and electronics, everything was made in Japan, Taiwan, and Bangladesh back then. From Mexico, Japan, and Taiwan, they made the toys in countries that I never even heard of before, and now everything is made in China for a fraction of the cost.

With the quality suffering every time an American big company found a cheaper labor force and opened their factory doors in another third world country, Wal-Mart made a ton of money. I remember the time when Sam Walton, the founder of Wal-Mart, was proud to proclaim that all he sold was made in America, the good, old USA. Then, when he died and his children inherited the company everything changed. I blame Wal-Mart and the politicians, some public servants they are with their hands always out, for the state of the economic affairs in America. Whether they're Democrat or Republican, when they're more concerned with replenishing their campaign coffers, they don't care about the American worker. 

No comparison to the toys that I made, my handcrafted and hand assembled toys were quality toys. The toys from China are cheap junk decorated with lead paint. I don't understand Santa. For the sake of a buck and at the expense of our children, please explain to me how does my country allow an importer to import something that's illegal here and that we cannot make here? Please explain to me why we allow Japan to come to my country and build factories, such as Honda and Toyota. Please explain to me why we allow China to build their biggest biotech company here and buy up our businesses with their profits when we're not allowed to do the same in their country. Please explain to me how most of our American brand of athletic footwear, Nike, Reebok, New Balance, and Adidas are made in China.

A domino effect, soon after I lost my job, I lost my house, my car, my wife, and my life as I knew it. Not necessarily in that order, my wife was the first to go emotionally and in spirit. She hung around long enough to watch my sinking ship sink below the surface and to kick me with her insults and punish me with her verbal abuse when I was down. Her already having a boyfriend on the side was just her adding more salt to my open wound. It's okay, glad to get rid of her, bankrupted financially and emotionally broke by the time she hired a lawyer and sued me for divorce, at least I had nothing for her to take in the divorce proceedings.

Too blind to see it, now that I look back, it was obvious that she never loved me anyway. It's the little things that she couldn't hide that confessed her real feelings or lack thereof for me. Never talking to me, never asking me a question, and not concerned enough about me to even ask me how was your day, she was a real selfish bitch.

Ignoring me as if I wasn't even there, her nose was always buried in a book, books that she read but never discussed with me about what she read. Now tell me this Santa, who reads a book and, as if her book was a secret book, doesn't discuss what they just read? When she looked at me, she looked through me or looked at me with disappointment or if she was angry with me for something that I did wrong. Hey, it wasn't my fault I was unemployed and collecting unemployment. Go write Congress. Go write the President. With more of the citizens of the country unemployed or underemployed than they statistically state in their monthly employment numbers, more lies, a lot of good that will do. When I told her that I loved her, she'd say, "Ditto."

"Ditto? Are you kidding me?"

It's funny that I'm telling you all this Santa but I have no one else to tell. When I lost my job, I lost all of my friends. Unable to afford to put out food and booze, they all stopped coming by my house. When I lost my job and when the money stopped flowing in for her to go endlessly shopping, we no longer had sex. Sex was no longer part of our marriage. Before we were divorced, we haven't have sex in such a long time that I can't correctly recall the last time we had sex.

Forgive me for asking but what about you Santa? Do you and Mrs. Claus still have sex? Sorry for the inappropriate question. Your sexual life is none of my business but after all the years you've been married, are you happy?

I don't really expect you to answer my too personal question, just hoping for a better sexual relationship with my next woman, I was just wondering what to expect when I'm your age. How the Hell old are you anyway? With you already being old when I was a kid, you must be getting up there in years.

Finally alone with my bad self, I'm sitting here in my rented room. It's not so bad. Truthfully, it's pretty awful. There's roaches and mice but the rent is cheap enough for me to afford. I only have one light hanging down from the middle of the ceiling over my bed. I do get a little light from the on and off, annoying, neon light next door that reads, Girls, Girls, Girls and that doesn't go off until 2am. I checked the mattress, not very supportive, but it's okay. At least it doesn't have bedbugs.

I'm not sure why I'm writing you Santa. I really don't know how you can help me but after polishing off most of a bottle of Jack, I figured it wouldn't hurt to write a Dear Santa letter. It figures it would take me to be drunk to write to anyone even Santa Claus. I dunno, maybe I figured that writing this letter would somehow make me feel better. Seriously, in the way that I don't believe in Superman, the Lone Ranger, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, sorry, but I don't believe in Santa Claus either.

Thanks for reading my letter. Figuring my Dear Santa Claus letter will end up in the dead letter bin at the Post Office, I'm going to complete the cycle and actually mail this today. I'd would be curious if my letter evoked a response.

Sincerely, 

Bob

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Dear Bob, 

Times are tough all around. Whenever the economy goes south, my business, forgive the pun, goes north. Somehow people always have a few extra dollars to buy some toys for their kids.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

I'm running three shifts around the clock trying to keep up with not only the toy production that I need to give away at Christmas but also with the toys that I need to manufacture to sell for the rest of the year. I bet you didn't know that there really is a Santa Claus. Most people don't. I bet you didn't know that I run a successful toy business. I'm even listed on the New York Stock Exchange under KKTY.

My business name is Kris Kringle Toys. People, who don't know that I really manufacture toys, think that the name of my toy business, Kris Kringle Toys, is cute. If they only knew that Santa personally overseas the manufacture of all the toys made in my company, I bet my business would skyrocket but I'm happy just the way that I am without having all of that unnecessary fame and troubling fortune. I'm happy making just enough to support myself and Mrs. Claus so that we can pay our bills, keep a roof over our heads, and possibly buy another new, bright red Mercedes Benz to add to my garage and stable of luxury automobiles. Sorry, Bob, but being that I'm German, I've always preferred German engineering over American ingenuity and Japanese technology.

You know Bob, now that I'm thinking about it and now that I have your attention with this letter, so long as you don't mind the cold weather, actually the North Pole in closer proximity to the sun isn't nearly as cold as the South Pole. Most people don't know that either. Anyway, I'm always looking for help up here at the North Pole and I do have a job that I can offer you. With everyone looking for the easy way out and with everyone looking for an angle where they can work from home, good, skilled, and experienced labor is hard to find.

An honest day's pay for an honest day's work, I pay a good wage, double the wage of most other manufacturers and offer 100% company paid benefits, health, dental, and life insurance, profit sharing, and 401K. I offer a two week paid vacation, three weeks after five years, and four weeks after ten years. I don't offer any paid holidays but I do offer one day off for every week you work, that's 52 days that can be used as vacation time, sick time, personal time, and/or holiday pay. No questions asked, you use your days however you want.

Another benefit for living here at the North Pole, the real estate is free up here. Basically you live on an ice patch with an igloo on it. Some of the fellas built larger igloos with decks, a second story and, with the ice so thick, even a cellar. We don't have cars up her because the roads are too slick. Everyone travels by sleigh. I provide the sleigh and we have reindeers for sale that you can hook up to your sleigh. You are responsible for cleaning up reindeer poop. Such a mess, if we left that around, we'd have brown, smelly snow, instead of beautiful, white snow. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Let me know if you're interested in a job, Bob. I could use a good man who's familiar with the toy business and with the factory floor. Many of the help that I employ, mostly elves, have to climb stools and stepladders to reach any of the light and machine switches. It would be good to have someone bigger, taller, and stronger to help my elves with the things that they struggle with daily.

As an aside, in answer to your question, admittedly, albeit an inappropriate question, if I still have sex with Mrs. Claus, sadly I don't. Unable to get my pole to go north anymore, it's been hanging loose and low for a long time now. With me on high blood pressure medication and diagnosed with diabetes, I no longer have the sexual urge for sex. I've tried Andro-gel, a testosterone supplement, and Cialis, sadly, neither one works for me. Maybe I'm just too damn old for sex.

I'm a little embarrassed to admit but if you're working for me, you'd find out anyway but Mrs. Claus asked me if she could have sex with the elves, as they are always ready to party. Finally, I relented and every weekend, she goes off with a different elf and has a gangbang with all twelve elves once a month. So long as she gives me hot pillow talk while masturbating me and sucking me while telling me all that she did with the elves, I don't mind so much her having sex with the hired help.

Being that Mrs. Claus has turned into quite the slut, I wouldn't be surprised if she propositioned you too. Ho! Ho! Ho! Actually, taking the chore of having to sexually satisfy her, it takes all the time that I have to run the business and look over my team of reindeer without my having to worry about her sexual needs too.

Let me know if you're interested in working for me, Bob, and I'll arrange for your flight north.

Sincerely,

Santa

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Dear Santa,

Seriously? Are you kidding me? You're offering me a job at a good pay and 100% benefits to do something that I love to do, make toys. I can't believe it. Where do I sign? Finally to be fairly paid, fairly treated, and be given employee benefits is a dream job come true. Yes, of course, I'm interested in working for Kris Kringle Toys and for you Santa. 

Now if only you can help me with another problem that I have, I'd be a happy man. Being that you really are Santa Claus, the maker of dreams come true, I need a woman to share my life. Enclosed, please find my picture. You see, ever since my wife left, I've so been lonely, if you know what I mean, horny actually. Other than Mrs. Claus and, admittedly, I'm horny enough to do her should she solicit me, if that's okay with you, but are there any other women up there at the North Pole?

Now, I don't know if there are women or not up at the North Pole and/or working for you, a real deal breaker if there isn't any available women, as I'd like to get married again. Believe it or not, even though I was married to a real bitch, I enjoyed being married. Truth be told, I don't see myself marrying an elf or a nymph, however a female elf is called, not that I'm prejudice against elves and/or nymphs, I'd just want someone who's taller and with bigger breasts, if you know what I mean Santa. My ideal woman is tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful with big, blue eyes. Even though I don't suppose there are any women living up there but for a few Eskimo women, but are there any women like that living way up there who look like my dream woman?

Sincerely,

Bob

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Hi Bob,

Thanks for the photo Bob. You are a very good looking man, much better looking than me. I'm sure Mrs. Claus would love to make your acquaintance, if you know what I mean. Ho! Ho! Ho! Has anyone told you that you look like a cross between Brad Pitt and George Clooney? 

Actually, I'm pleased to report, as if so happens, my assistant fits your description of an ideal woman to a tee. She's tall, about 5'9", and she's busty, a 36D cup, as was whispered to me by one of my naughty elves who happened to see her changing into her uniform. Indeed with her long, blonde hair, beautiful face, and big, blue eyes, she's very pretty.

Never married, she loves children and would make a great mother and you a great wife. I have no idea why someone who looks like her hasn't been scooped up by a man long ago. I don't know why someone who looks like her isn't modeling and/or acting instead of helping me with my endless correspondence but she's a real stunner. Actually, she's sitting here across from me now blushing as I dictate this letter to her.

Being that there aren't very many available men of normal height up here, especially one who as good looking as you are from your enclosed photo, it wouldn't surprise me if you two became attracted to one another. Being that she's writing this letter for me, she already knows that you'll be arriving on the next sleigh. Her name is Susan, Susan Jill Parker.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Sincerely,

Santa

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