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Change Your Luck

friends in need are friends indeed

The highway rest-stop looked like a polar refugee-camp. The plows had their hands full with I-95 and hadn’t been through here in several hours. There had to be fifty or more cars left haphazardly in the parking area, some partially blocking the road, many...

Pat and I were in bed. She was sitting on my dick which had begun to deflate after filling her tight pussy with my cream. For a fifty-six-year-old, Pat has exceptional control over her vaginal muscles. It's incredible how she can pull the last few drops o...

The Drive Home

The drive home was anything but regular...

My wife and I have been married for ten strong years. We both were each other's first and waited until we were married to do the deed. She's a beautiful 5'3" girl from Hawaii, 32b breasts 102lbs and a lovely bubble butt that stole my heart; not to mention...

Fraternization

Sometimes a girl has to quit to get what she wants

“You know, if this company didn’t have a rule against fraternization, there’s a few guys here that I’d liked to have fucked.” I decided to treat my employees to happy hour one Friday afternoon. My company, Roberts Systems, had just closed on a very lucrat...

The Journey

The best thing about driving is being the one in control.

I pulled into the long, tree-lined driveway of her rural home around 10pm. She was standing in the rain, it had only been five minutes since I ordered her by text to wait outside wearing nothing but the plain white T-shirt I'd left for her with my scent o...

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Fair Trade? Vodka for a Blow Job

''Are you sure?'' she asked. ''I don't mind sucking you off.''

A cheap liquor store like a dozen others in the West Village. Except as I pushed the door open, a small hand reached out and pulled me back onto the sidewalk. "Will you buy me a bottle of Grey Goose?" she asked. "I'll pay you." She was sixteen or seventee...

Club Night

She wasn't like the girls at the club, and she showed me the difference.

The woman in the short blue dress looked at me again. This time she smiled and I smiled back quickly, my ego stroked by her attention. I lifted my drink to her and she lifted hers back, almost empty. We'd been playing this game for half an hour, catching...

A Night at Fudruckers

Come to the bathroom with me..

It was a Friday night, about 11:00 p.m. Ashley and I had gone out for a dance with some friends of ours. She was so beautiful; she had on tennis shoes, jeans that hugged her perfect ass just right, and a shirt that was tight, but not too tight. We had pul...

The Roadtrip

Who knew it was possible to get away with so much?

Here's a little something I came up with while I was on my way home from a trip to Texas. All characters are at least 18 years of age. “No! Your parents will see us!” She pleaded as I ran my hand up her thigh, dangerously close to her silk-covered pussy....