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I’ve been traveling with Shawn Michaels and Big Daddy Cool Diesel. I’ve been putting on the super sexy act with them, being a cock tease. That night I share a hotel room with them and sat between Diesels’ long legs watching TV with Shawn lying next to us. Diesel wrapped his arms around my waist and started running his hands up and down my ribcage. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “You’ve been teasing us for the last couple of days.”

I just shrug and go on watching TV. Pretty soon Shawn gets up and puts his coat on then whispers something in Diesels’ ear and leaves. Diesel then leans down and starts to kiss up and down my neck. I can feel his goatee brushing along my neck. I love having my neck kissed so I arch it so he can reach it better. He knows this is turning me on so he continues. Finally, he whispers in my hear, “I want you to be Big Daddys’ little girl and Shawn wants you to be his as well. I know with the way you’ve been acting, you want us too.”

I just moan and nod. He reaches down and pulls the t-shirt I wear as a nightgown over my head and starts running his rough hands all up and down my chest.

I reached up and put my arms behind his head so my whole chest was exposed to him. He had me arch up my hips and reached down and pulled my panties off. He then let his hands wander all over my body. I can feel his huge erection pressing into the small of my back. He then started talking to me; “Outside the bedroom you will be an equal partner with us in every way. But inside the bedroom we are your Daddys and in charge. We will treat you like the slut we know you are and do what we know you like. If you want it slow and easy once in a while just say so. But we both know you like it rough and hard and we are the ones to give it to you, alright?”

I just nodded. By this time Shawn came back and Diesel nodded and Shawn smiled. He disposed of the shopping bags in the bathroom. He then stripped down to his underwear and disappeared back into the bathroom, returning a couple minutes later with a couple of towels, a big bowl of hot water and a washcloth. Diesel bent his legs and propped mine on top of his then spread them far apart, exposing my whole genital area.

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Robin stood staring out the window of the maternity ward, watching the huge snowflakes blowing past the window. Already, she had put in three hours of overtime, since the evening shift was so slow getting in. Traffic crawled, when it moved at all. A bus, full of standees, took five minutes to go one block. “Robin, how are you going to get home?”

“Oh, Dr. Kreuzer. I can’t possibly get home. It takes an hour when the weather is clear. I guess I’ll just sleep in a chair somewhere.”

“Then you’d be in no shape to work tomorrow. Why don’t you come home with me? I only live two and a half blocks from here. Don’t shake your head, no. Get your coat and come with me.”

On a side street, Dr. Kreuzer’s place was a renovated century-old brick building. The ground floor display windows were covered on the inside with heavy drapes and on the outside with iron bars. The door had a brass plate: Katherine Kreuzer, M.D., gynecology and obstetrics. As they entered, a big dog, a Weimaraner with short gray hair and eyes like opals, bounded up and started nuzzling Dr. Kreuzer. “This is Clem, my companion and guard dog.” Downstairs, there were waiting rooms and offices and examination rooms. Upstairs was a spacious loft- style apartment. “It’s beautiful, Dr. Kreuzer. It’s really nice.” “Now, Robin, you look cold and wet. Here’s a robe you can wear. There’s the bathroom, with fresh towels and anything else you will need. Help yourself to a new toothbrush. I need to take Clem outside to do his business, so you just take a nice long hot bath. You can wash out your things and hang them on the rack over the hot air vent. That way, you will have clean underwear for tomorrow. Go on, and take your time.”

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Today had been the same as any other day; arguing with her boss, trying to get people to do what they need to do, and flirting with the guy down the hall. Kylene got home just after 5 and started with her usual routine. She looked forward all day to the moment should could get out of her work clothes and just relax. She usually just put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt to relax in but today had gotten her a little worked up after talking to Landon all day. He knows exactly what to say to her; she doesn’t know how, but its always exactly what she is thinking. So, feeling a little hot she decided to just jump right into a nice hot shower. She took off her work clothes and just left, them in a heap on the floor, grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. She smiled as she thought about the things Landon said to her. He just had this way of making her feel so incredibly sexy. She spends half of her day daydreaming about the things they could do to each other. She turns on the water and lets it run on her hand to see if its hot enough. She keeps messing with the temperature when there’s a knock on her front door. 

“Who would be knocking on my door right now,” she thought.

“Just a minute,” she called as she ran down the hall to her bedroom to grab a robe. She quickly donned the robe and made her way to the front door. She opened the door to see Landon staring back at her. She was speechless for a moment as she quickly remembered what she was wearing.

“I’m sorry, Kylene. Did I come at a bad time?” he asked.

“No I just wasn’t expecting anyone. What are you doing here?” she asked.

“You keep telling me that you wanted me to see your new place and I didn’t have anything else going on this evening so I thought I would swing by and check it out,” he replied.

“I was just about to hop in the shower so give me just a second to turn off the water and change and I’ll be right back, okay?”

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The relentless heat and humidity, that was what she felt in the last 3 days in this living hell hole. Deep in no man’s land, somewhere within the foreboding bowels of the vast and untamed Amazon rain forest lay the mangled wreckage of the DC10.

The plane was enroute from Manhattan’s Newark airport to Peru, South America with its 20 passengers comprising models, photographers, agents from Sports Illustrated when it was caught in a freak thunderstorm.

Smoke still trailed from the smoldering remains of the two Rolls Royce engines. One had failed when a million bolts of electricity seized its turbines, and it was a testament to the engineering feat of its makers that the remaining engine had kept the plane aloft in the freak storm for another 3 hours before it too finally succumbed, not to mother nature, but to lack of aviation fuel.

Now, Denise Sanders was all alone in a hostile alien environment. She was hopping that the pilot had a chance to send out the SOS transmitting their approximate location, and had stayed in the scattered wreckage for the last three days surviving on scraps of air-line meals

Denise was a survivor. She had to be in order to get to where she currently was, as top model and cover girl for Sports Illustrated Swimwear. She will survive. She had to, there was no other option. These were the words that occupied her mind constantly. At a relatively young and tender age of 24 years, she had already risen through the ranks of most of her peers to take poll position on the covers of the tabloids. Of cause the fact that she was a stunning brunette beauty with long luscious hair, a lithe willowy figure with wasp’s waist, snowy white complexion and nice firm natural 32B breasts, stood her in good stead.

It did not help her present predicament that they were enroute to a formal evening wear shoot and she was still wearing a body hugging white silk gown. Day time temperatures in the rain forest reached 38 degrees Celsius and after three continuous days of wear in the moist humid environment, the fine silk fabric now stuck to her constantly moist body like a second skin. Most of the exotic gowns had no relevance in this hostile environment. What she would not give for a good pair of jeans and long sleeved overalls to afford her some shelter from the biting insects. And a nice hot bath to wash of several days of perspiration that had accumulated in this hot and humid jungle.

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“Can i stop yours tonight?” asked Lauren

“Yeah sure, my parents are away” replied Jess

“Great i’ll see you about 6?” said Lauren

“Yeah but i hope you don’t mind Katies stopping the night too.” said Jess

“Thats fine, see you later” said Lauren

6 o clock came. The doorbell rang. Lauren was greeted by Jess and Katie, who were giggling and stumbling around.

“Your drunk” said Lauren, hardly shocked.

“Yeah, grab a drink” said Jess, filled with enthusiasm.

Jess’ mum had left the alcohol cupboard unlocked. A bit of a silly idea considering Jess was only 18. But for 18 she was gorgeous. She had a vast selection of men, and women, drooling over her. She had long brown hair, great features and the most fantastic body. Long legs, a tight butt and a pair of perky 34d’s. Lets face it, for a young girl she was hot.

Katie didn’t come far behind in the good looks department. She was a little bigger then Jess and only had 34b’s but they suited her body. Her short blonde hair and delicate features made her a knockout.

Lauren, however, was not nearly half as gorgeous as these two. However she had a great personality, so everybody liked her.

The three of them settled down infront of a movie. They had more alcohol and Jess and Katie were pretty wasted. Lauren on the other hand had barely touched any. She sat there laughing at the two girls who could barely stand and were slurring their words.

Katie quickly ran to the bathroom. Lauren followed her to “make sure she was okay”. Katie came out of the bathroom and Lauren pushed her into the wall. She forced her tounge into Katies terrified mouth.and began grabbing at her breats. Katie tried, but failed, to push her off. Lauren ripped open Katies top and began to rub her nipples through her bra. Soon that was unclasped and thrown aside. Katies pleads of “stop” and “don’t please Lauren” were muffled by Laurens hand. However Laurens other hand was pinching and squeezing Katies nipples, which were rock hard, despite Katie not wanting Lauren to do this. After around 2 minutes, which seemed to last forever, Lauren threw katies bra and top back at her and they both went back to the living room.

“What took you guys so long?” asked Jess

“Oooh Katie kept falling over” answered Lauren

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