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It all started a couple of months ago, new neighbors moved in across the street. He was a traveling salesman that was gone most of the time. She was a corporate attorney who was taking some time off to tend to there 4 mo old baby who had become quite ill. My wife and I became friends with Steve and Vicki, and did things together socially. My wife and Vicki were friends and I kept An eye on things while Steve was away. It was a Saturday and I was out doing yard work, and had a tee time set for later in the afternoon and my wife had taken the kids to her mothers for the weekend. I was just finishing up, when I noticed Steve and Vicki’s lawn was in need of attention, Steve had been gone for a couple of weeks out of the country and Vicki had been at the hospital again with the baby.

Being the nice guy that I’m I went over and mowed their lawn. I had just finished trimming the edges and was gathering all my stuff up when Vicki appeared on the porch, with a nice big glass of ice water.

I had assumed no one was home and had planned on doing a good deed unnoticed. So much for that. I asked her how the baby was doing, and she started to cry, explaining that this time he was very ill and had been unable to nurse for a couple of days.

I had noticed her breasts where extremely larger than normal, and probably explained why she was wearing one of Steve’s dress shirts. We sat down on the bench in the coolness of the porch and talked about the problems with the baby. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her breasts, especially when they showed signs of leaking.

I asked her if I could do anything to help, She started to ask, but hesitated, I was finally able to coax out of her what she needed, She desperately needed to relieve her breasts and had brought home a breast pump from the hospital that she couldn’t get to work…. So we went inside to have a look.

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“Damnit how is it he makes me feel this way” the Fabulous Fifties host Carol Jones said as she climbed her stairs to get a quick shower. After talking to her daughter’s old friend Jeff Carr who just returned home from Arizona because of personal and legal troubles, she couldn’t believe how much he had matured.

She had been lying by the pool tanning herself after a good swim. Swimming laps in her country club size pool in her back yard, Carol Jones would lie around if time warranted it to tan and relax for an hour. Wearing one of her signature collection swim suits, her body let it be known she wasn’t only fit, she was in incredible shape for 51.

She didn’t have to wear the perfect fashions which hid typical suspect areas of a mature woman’s body. Regardless if it was cellulite around the tummy or thighs, she did not possess it. Varicose veins were never apart of her anatomy either. She was physically gifted in many respects that one wouldn’t even think of. 

Age had not taken it’s toll, appearance wise, for the former cheerleader and now semi-famous and nationally known dietician. She recently took time away from filming her health and fitness program seen nationally. She hoped to pursue other ventures; hopefully they might pan out.

As is the case for many, dreams and goals don’t always come to fruition. Some do and some do not. But for carol Jones, she knew this day was her day. She felt it.

“Oh my god he makes me…Oh no, I can’t be turned on by him; it’s impossible. I’m too old to be this horny because of Jeffrey. Oh my god” she uttered while climbing the stairs. Wearing her one piece swimsuit which to Jeff Carr looked too good to be true, she began sliding the straps off her shoulders before she was up the stairs.

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Virginia York wheeled her Caddy into the parking garage and after maneuvering through the maze of ramps she nosed the big auto into a space near the elevator. She shivered a little as a cold north wind whipped around her while waiting for a car. Finally down on the street, she made her way the two blocks to a nondescript building on the west side of Chicago’s Loop. 

It had been almost a month since her last visit, and the anticipation in her pussy caused her to drench her panties involuntarily! She took a deep breath before entering a plain looking office on the seventh floor, and after a moment’s hesitation went inside. Immediately a thirtyish woman got up from behind her desk and greeted her warmly, “And how are you, Mrs. York?” “It’s been awhile since your last “appointment.”   

A least a month,” the fifty five year old woman replied. “Did you have something special in mind?” the woman asked. “Well,” Virginia replied softly, “is that young man that I had last time still here, I believe his name was Chris!” “Ummmmm, let me see if he’s in today,” she replied quickly. “Now let me see…” “Yes, he’s just finishing up his break,” the she went on. “Would you like me to set up a room?” “Please,” Virginia answered softly, “and the sooner the better.”

The matronly woman sat a little nervously in and easy chair in the well appointed bedroom while waiting for Chris. It was really fixed up like a fine hotel room with a huge king size bed, fifty inch color TV with accompanying VCR, a fully stocked bar, and of course a bathroom with all the toys! 

She was lost in her own thoughts when she was jolted back to reality when Chris strode through the door with a big smile on his face. “Hello, Mrs. York, Carol said you asked for me personally!” “Y-yes,” she replied a little red faced. “I’m glad,” he replied smoothly while standing directly in front of her. “If I recall,” he said gently, “you like to open up the package yourself!” 

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As I stated earlier, I wanted to give my slave a gift for his faithful service. Unbeknownst to him, I had been surfing the net, looking for female dominants to add to our little family.

I contacted several that I thought might be promising and made arrangements to meet all of them at one time in one place. Several miles away, in another town is a small dom/sub club. I ordered my slave to put on his party outfit.

I then put on mine, which, starting from the underwear to the top, consisted of: a black lace pushup bustier, with a garter belt and black fishnet hose, a black lace thong, which fit nicely up my ass cheeks.

Over that, I put on a sheer black pullover shirt and a black sued miniskirt with long fringes. I wore black, silver studded boots and had my hair pulled up, with tendrils hanging around my artfully made-up face; which glowed in anticipation of tonight’s events.

We put coats over our outfits for the drive as to not arouse attention to ourselves, but when we arrived at the club, we threw our coats in the back seat. I ordered my slave to stand before me so that I could inspect him.

He looked absolutely adorable in his black leather thong. Around his muscular chest was a leather harness, which had chains attached to his nipple rings.

He wore leather sandals and around his neck was a leather collar with silver studs, to match my boots. His long black hair was flowing free, the way it must have been in the old West, when Native Americans roamed free and proud.

But, my warrior stood humbly before me, with his head bowed. His eyes looked up beseechingly at me. I nodded approvingly. “Do I meet with your approval, Mistress?”, he asked meekly. I answered by giving his nipple rings a tug and a smirk on my face. “You won’t shame me tonight. You look fine. Behave yourself, or I will have to punish you when we get home. You don’t want me to take you to “the room,” do you?”, I asked.

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 Hi. My name is Kim. I am 5′8″ 133 lbs. Black hair, green eyes. Olive skin with 40D breasts. I have fooled around with a lot of guys but only slept with two. While I enjoy having sex with my boyfriend’s 6.5 inch cock… a girl craves to be stretched.

My boyfriend’s name is Tim. He is 5′10″ and 175 lbs. He has a nice body and an even nicer cock… close to 7 inches. We had a normal straight relationship and a good sex life until one day last week. Last Friday after we made love Tim asked me if I had ever considered being with more than one man at a time. I told him no I had never thought about it. I was kind of a prude when it came to sex. Always have done things the normal way. But I have thought about it and didn’t really want to tell him that as I thought it might be a blow to his ego. I asked him why he asked… He said that he has fantasized about seeing me with one or two other men. Someone with a bigger cock than him stretching my pussy while I sucked him off. I was shocked at his forwardness. The thought of it though made my pussy tingle and extremely wet. We made love again and afterwards I told him that if he could find the right person, I would be willing. And by right person I meant cock size.

The following night the phone rang, Tim answered it and had a conversation. Before he hung up he said “OK… I”ll see you at 8:00″

I asked him who it was and he said that it was Rich. Rich is a guy that we know from the local bar we go to sometimes after a hard day. He bartends there.

“He’s coming over tonight after he gets off work and he is bringing a friend.” The thoughts raced through my head as I knew I didn’t have much time… it was already 6:00. I knew what Tim had planned and wanted to shower and shave my pussy before they arrived. Just in case.

After I showered I hopped out and put on my favorite teddy. A purple one piece with a button crotch. I pulled my skirt on over it and my blouse. White silk blouse, making sure to leave it unbuttoned enough to where my teddy peeked out. You could also see the outline of my teddy through the blouse.

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