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She always wore a black leather jacket, tight pants, and a hard ass expression on her face that could make a seasoned war veteran cringe. She was one of those bull dyke lesbian chicks, complete with short cropped hair, a nose and brow piercing, a thin metal chain dangling about her wide goddess hips, and an attitude towards men that screamed, “Don’t even think about it, bitch.” She was completely hands off to anyone with a penis. But I didn’t care. I lusted after her something fierce, all the same.

I’d try to hide my unrelenting desire to ravish her naked body in plain site by flirting with her like I would everything that walked on two legs. Which basically meant I’d push things as far as I could get away with… then I’d push just a tiny bit more.

Don’t get me wrong, I always believed her when she said she was exclusive to pussy… I’d seen her kiss and grope other girls with a genuine passion too many times not to. She just didn’t seem to mind my outrageous and superficial advances.

“What are you doing?” she mocked, almost indicating a shock response as my dexterous hands quickly wrapped themselves around her plump breasts.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I seem to have lost my boobs, and I noticed yours look very familiar. They’re just so beautiful I had to make sure they weren’t mine.”

“Uh… I’m pretty fucking sure…”

“Shh… I’m concentrating,” I whispered, eyes closed, while my thumb and index fingers searched for her nipples – which became much easier when they decided to peak through her shirt, nice and erect.

“Oh, no… these aren’t mine. When your erect nipples come to attention they’re far more pretty then mine. Sorry for the mix up.” I smiled sweet, pulled my hands away, and patted her on the butt.

“Thank you?” she said, with one poignantly thin eye-brow raised.

“Any time,” I said, before I winked at her, and continued to talk about whatever non-sense was on my mind at the time.

They really were beautiful breasts. I can’t think of a more delicious pair of big juggies then the busty fun bags on my hardcore bull dyke. Especially when she wore low-cut white under-shirts, without a bra, that let her bosom practically fall out. Her’s were breasts worth fantasizing about – worthy of lazy afternoons filled with lotion covered hands and an active erotic imagination. But then, the forbidden fruit always does seem tastier then what’s in the picnic basket, eh?

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We’ve gone over to Jon’s one evening. Susan is out of town, and we decided to keep Jon company. He made dinner for us, and we brought some good German beer. I’ve had a few glasses of wine with dinner. After dinner, we’re sitting in the living room, just talking, some about art, some about people you and Jon know. It was a long week for all of us and it’s nice to chat with friends and relax. Everyone feels very calm, although you suspect there is some undercurrent of sexual tension. You had teased me before we left home, and now, after dinner, you notice my nipples through my shirt. I’m a little flushed, but it could be from the wine.

I’m sitting at your feet and your hand is on the back of my neck, sometimes stroking my head, almost petting me. I am drifting off a little as you and Jon start to talk about some esoteric part of history that doesn’t interest me too much. I am content to let my mind meander and not worry. I lean back, now, between your legs, and put my head on your thigh. As you lean forward, you reach down and stroke one of my breasts very gently.

At first it is very natural and not conspicuous. Jon may not even notice because he is very intent on the discussion at hand. But as time goes on, you become more and more purposeful, obvious about what you are doing. Your fingers occasionally stray over my [tag]nipples[/tag], even pinching the right nipple, once. I close my eyes to concentrate on the feelings, so I am pretty unaware of how much Jon is noticing. You start fiddling with the buttons on my shirt, and almost casually undo the first three or four. Reaching into the opened shirt, through my bra, you take hold of my ring firmly and suddenly.

“Jon, Alice’s breasts are really very beautiful” you say, almost quietly.

Jon looks confused for a moment about Alice, but then realizes. You or I must have told him that Alice is my bottom name, and your signal that we are playing. It clicks in his head with what you have been doing for the last ten minutes.

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Hi! My name is Jim and I would like to tell you about my fantasy. It involves my co-worker Amy. But first a little background to my story.

Amy is a good-looking woman. Definitely not one you would refuse admission to your bed. Amy and I have known each other for several years. But only recently has she begun working in the office where I work. She has a friendly outgoing personality, always greeting everyone with a friendly “Hello!” and a beautiful smile. On several occasions we’ve had opportunity for friendly conversation which almost always includes comments which can be taken with a sexual connotation. Some times I think there may be a little interest on her part but I’ve not taken any steps to find out because it might be just innocent flirting. She generally is pretty conservative in her dress, but has a few outfits that reveal her physical assets and cause me to loose my concentration every time she walks by. Enough! Let’s get on to my fantasy.

It begins like this. This particular day Amy is wearing this sexy one piece jump suit that catches my eye every time she passes by or enters my office. Several times throughout the day I find myself thinking about what it would be like to bed her down and finding it hard to hide my hardon. We both end up working late. Amy typing, filing, and answering the phone. Trying to keep ahead of the paper work. Me working on some of the engineering details that go into many of the projects that I am involved in.

Everyone else has gone for the day so we are by ourselves. Amy passes my office again on the way to do some more filing. I glance up and she smiles at me. The fabric of her jump suit enhances the curve of her breasts and ass. I’d looked at that ass coming and going, seeing the outline of her bikini panties many times today. I think that the absence of panty lines is sexier but what the hay an ass covered with lace panties is sexy too. Well I just can’t take it any more. I get up from my desk and follow her into the other office. As I walk down the hall I have to adjust the angle of my cock in my pants because it was bent over in the middle and very uncomfortable. Amy is standing in front of one of the file cabinets putting files into the top drawer.

As I enter the office she turns and smiles at me but continues to put files away. I step up behind her slipping my arms around her. One around her waist and the other I slip up and cup her breast with my hand. Pressing my hard tool between the cheeks of her ass I expect her to scream and slap my face. I also figured it would be the end of my job for making sexual advances. The way my balls ached I didn’t care. I needed a good fuck and thought nothing ventured nothing gained. Man was I surprised!! Instead of turning around and slapping my face she pressed her ass even harder against my iron hard cock and moaned as I felt her nipple harden against the palm of my hand.

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Dr. Robert Allyn walked quickly down the hall to his 8 am class. Not because he was late, for he always arrived a few minutes early to be sure to start his class on time. He enjoyed teaching and especially liked early classes, him buzzing from three cups of coffee and half the class waking up to the jolt of his lectures. Another thought putting spring in his step was the image of the lovely young women who took his class. Faces fresh and beautiful were always there, sometimes with the added bonus of sexy fashions. Occasionally blouses with an extra button left undone or a top with a scoop neck cut a little too low woke him up during his first-of-the-day class, but more often the thin or tight fabrics revealed the shape of lacy bra.

“Women’s liberation has won, at least here on campus. Why are the bras still around? By all rights they should be in the dustbin of history,” he thought, remembering the bra burnings of the sixties. “But what we’ve lost up top, we’ve gained down below.” Today’s fashions ran to short skirts and, the most popular, tight, thin leggings that looked sprayed on. Watching young women walking in the halls or across the campus was a unique pleasure that gave each day at work its own little fantasies.

This morning’s class, however, had its own special attraction. While all classes had some women with curvy legs or soft breasts or sensual lips, it was rare to find that perfect fantasy woman who, wherever your eyes or imagination roamed, slipped past your thinking, conscious mind and moved directly into the lair of animal reflex that grabs and shakes the libido awake. Amy was one such woman. As Dr. Allyn entered the classroom and greeted the early students, he noticed she hadn’t yet arrived. Laying out his notes, he found images of her flashing through his mind. Her face was fascinating; although she came from Thailand, her features were a mix of Asian and European with eyes not quite round, and a nose just bit broader than most. He wasn’t sure if her dark brown hair was natural or tinted to fit in better with the rest of the students. Her fair skin covered a soft, lushly padded, petite body. Often she wore skirts, knee-length or shorter, that displayed curved calves and soft thighs. This perfect hourglass shape was accented by a larger than normal bustline. Two of her outfits in particular had low scooped necklines that showed cleavage worthy of the finest pin-ups. Many times since the semester began, the good doctor found himself at home, gripping his cum-smeared dick in pleasure as he ran through every fantasy he had ever had, and some he didn’t know he had, placing Amy in the role of his personal succubus.

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