A Surprising Night P.2

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I went to wipe her thick sticky spunk from my face but she stopped me!

”Leave it!” She firmly pushed my hands down. ”Makes you look like a real whore! ‘Hahaha’ kind of pretty but used!”

I was made to follow the down the dirt track, away from the road and further into the trees. A clearing opened out, well frequented by the look of it, and in the centre was a fallen dead tree, it’s thick trunk about three feet from the ground and covered with an old piece of carpet or rough blanket. The scudding clouds had disappeared and the pale moon lit the whole scene very well. I was hobbling, my jeans and underwear still around my ankles.

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A Suprising Night P.1

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When I was younger, I was a truck driver in the UK and as such had to spend quite a few nights away from the wife and the comforts of home, usually sleeping in the cab. It was reasonably comfortable and we were paid subsistence money so I didn’t really mind.

Only trouble was, service areas could be quite expensive for parking and the norm was to stop, wash and shower, eat then drive out to find a laybye where parking was free.

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Feelings P.2

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I slowly regained my senses but my body still reacted will a few spasms. Lorna was kneeling between my obscenely spread legs, she was now naked to the waist and the sight of her breasts made my mouth water.

“So you’re back you naughty raving slut, my word you do become dirty when on an orgasmic high….I like it.”

It was true, I was high, and I suddenly gathered myself and launched at my lover, gathering her into my arms and forcing her onto her back and inexpertly fumbling o unfasten her skirt and pull it down along her shapely legs…..

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Feelings P.1

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I work as a Family Ancestry collator in my County Archives and I was required to start getting all our paper documents scanned into computer, The work load was too much for one person so one of the upstairs office staff volunteered to work with me in our large storage area with was lined with shelf stacks of records of births marriages and deaths going back many many years.

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Really Hot Nights In New Orlean

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Early in august of 2001 after a long day “looking for a job” there I (I thought I was STRAIGHT!) was at night “looking” for a club to have “FUN” in.

I turned a corner and the 3 girls standing in front of the door of a club that a recent song by “NINE INCH NAILS” was POUNDING OUT INTO THE NIGHT!

I crossed the street walked right up to the door, one of the “ladies” said to me, in a VERY SEXXY VOICE, “DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE ABOUT TO GO?”

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Last Laugh Trans Girl

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In high school i was always bullying for being a trans girl.

I was a tall thin guy when i came out and promptly became a tall thin girl.

All the jock boys and pretty much all the guys made fun of me.

I learned to live with it and eventually started to grow into my new body.

I started taking hormones my senior year of high school and even had a full srs my senior year of college.

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Shemale Freech Quarter xxx Great Night

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It was the last night of MARDI GRAS, and after a busy day of collecting beads, I was looking for a VERY exciting night club (live rock music!) but WHAT I found, is REALLY EXCITTING.

I found a night clubs open doors guarded by 3 REALLY SEXXXY “GIRLS” THAT KEPT SAYING VERY PORNOGRAPHIC THINGS TO ME, “SWEETIE IF WE GIVE YOU THE BEST BLOWJOBS YOU’VE EVER HAD, WILL YOU FUCK our cute little butts?” to get us inside of the club.

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My Boyfriend Bill

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We met when his older brother was dating my younger sister. Our
parents had decided that the families needed to meet so my father had
agreed to grill dinner for both extended families. That meant that we had
about thirty people around the pool most of whom weren’t wearing more than
the most basic swim suits. Since my sister and I had grown up with a pool
we thought of swim fashion as much as we did school wear. Even at twenty
six I would go over to my parents to swim when the weather was nice enough
and I had more than an extra hour. Pat hadn’t been there as much the last
year, which made the days in the sun more about swimming laps and getting a
tan than gossip like we always shared.

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My New Life

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I’d been Information Security Officer at a major financial institution for
3 years now. We were located to the east of New York City in a state of the
art office campus. Fifteen hundred employees all told. The work was
challenging. Cybersecurity was an ever-changing art, and I was kept busy.
One Friday night I was last out of the office when an email virus alert
popped up in our Group inbox. It pointed to a user who worked in the
executive suite, a personal assistant whose name was Amy Smith. She sounded
familiar. As I checked Amy’s profile I saw from her staff picture she was
what would be termed a MILF. Yes, I remembered her vaguely, office party,
sexy but aloof. A secretary to some managers in the senior Back Office
management team, I’d say mid 40s to 50 years old, it was hard to tell these
days. There was no mistaking from her profile picture Amy was hot. Light
brown hair with blonde highlights, deep blue eyes, striking cheekbones,
full lips, her chin perhaps a little square. From her file, I could also
see she was single, and lived about a 15-minute drive North from the office
complex. Rather than delegating to offline support I decided to take a look
myself. I was 37, divorced, and hadn’t had a girlfriend for a while, and I
wasn’t going to be doing much that night anyway. Maybe she’d be thankful
for some personal IT support.

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