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For a number of days I saw nothing of Megan, and began to wonder if I'd upset her in some way during our last get together. Perhaps it had even run its course already, after all I was 56 and she a beautiful 23, I couldn't really expect to maintain her interest indefinitely, but I knew it wasn't over for me, every time she came into my mind my cock throbbed and stiffened and I'd imagine sliding it into her delectable pussy or her tight sexy ass, Mmmm, fantasized a lot over those few days.

This time he rode my pussy to a very satisfying and sweet orgasm. I stood in the motel shower, cum running out of my pussy and my asshole wide open, wanting to do this again...soon. I was hooked on Bill's cock and the nastiness of what we were doing.

There was chatter in the room again, especially among the guys, who all agreed they would jump at that chance to undress Dr. Green. They couldn’t wait to find out who was going to be the lucky guy. Or gal.

"What ever you say," I said, not believing my luck.

This had the effect of exciting Norman into action, for as he felt her tense up he too exploded deep inside her. Anna’s orgasm seemed to last for ever, in those few minutes of carnal lust, but it all too soon came to an end as she sat forward, his cock still buried inside her pussy, and her hands resting on his chest.

I worked as part of a troupe that performed on Wednesdays at a big club in our area, and some occasional weekend performances. I wasn’t the most buff of the guys, but I was a really good dancer, and did almost as well on tips during our big performances. Also, like most of the guys, I had a gimmick, which was an eye patch, and I went by the nickname “Patch.” My motivation for dancing was purely financial: I earned a small flat fee and lots of tips dancing in the clubs and I could sometimes set up individual gigs by dancing. This concerns a bachelorette party I did one weekend.

Sensing that she was nearing another one of the orgasms that would be classified as earth shattering, I rewet my fingers with her juices and let them slide farther down her slit until they came to the crack of her ass.

Beverly nodded. "Yes, James."

“Hey Mom, sorry about all the noise last night.” Hugo greeted Lucia as she approached.

Turning she showed it to him, allowing him to speak one last time and decline the use of the gag, but he stayed silent and that was the only answer she needed as she sauntered around behind him.

"I'm going to remove my hand now to give you a chance to back down at any point but if you scream I'll put it straight back and you'll have no chance to stop this until we decide. Stubborn as ever she held fast staying silent and glaring back at him.

He woke up later, dressed himself, and headed back to the office later that afternoon around 4:30pm for a couple of hours.

I woke up in the infirmary, there was a bandage on my left neck and tubes running through my veins, sending me blood. They were talking about saving my life, but to me they were killing it. I wanted to be with my friend, my sister, and my lover, my beautiful Beth. I pulled the tubes out with the little strength I had left and the last thing I heard in my old life was the machine's beeping going slower…slower…slower…

"I don't know," moaned Lisa, "but I'm afraid it's going to get really weird. I don't like the way that Janelle has been eyeing me, or the way the rest of them were oogling my ass in this stupid thong you made me wear."

Leaning my head back against the window, I sighed, worried for the small mom-and-pop business that my company was about to swallow whole. This was hardly the first time my discontent had surfaced, but its frequency was becoming distressing. Disgusted with the ruthlessness of the world of big business, I had begun to consider relinquishing my hard-won college degree and try my hand at something more humane—but unfortunately, I no longer knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.

"Yes." she said in a quiet voice. Then she turned away and went to around the other side of the fire pit. And she sat down – looking through the flames at me. I looked back at her. And I felt myself melting. From the heat and from her look. I felt a rush of anger – then a rush of shame again. Then I felt like I'd made a mistake - the night before. A big mistake. Like I'd let some animal hunt me, instead of me hunting it.

"Mike" he said almost reverently, looking in her eyes.

She had teamed up with George last year, when they appeared in the same company. They both enjoyed their personal freedom but shared their life quite happily in an open relationship, which suited them both. Neither was a single partner person. They shared many interests. Sex being one of them.






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