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Working jenny txt part8

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my

cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine

only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,

more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached

down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and

excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her

as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She

pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became

cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more

frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I

wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from

side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked

beneath me.

“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder

until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles

of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I

orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what

seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a

thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in

an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like

that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was

so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In

those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but

warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?

In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here

often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of

laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as

if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a

fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…

She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a

year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for

all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this

intense. Never.”

“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.

Just as I had always thought it might be.”

“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran

though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.

I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”

I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps

we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now

let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed

it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time

around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at

least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for

real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although

we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that

weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of

Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,

disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).

I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second

did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most

nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon

City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste

any time packing.

At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns

heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t

increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or

meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a

conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights…

End…

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Working jenny txt part7

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away

and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled

the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said

“Aren’t you at least going to take your shoes off?”

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I

stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I

wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my

shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of

course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my

pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still

somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I

pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the

dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it’s maximum size though still

pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she

saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky

voice she said, “That was magnificent.” as she reached over to turn the

light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to

mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of

clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn’t stop

pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up

and placed her hand on my chest. “Anybody ever tell you how attractive you

are?”

Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on

her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and

forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,

deeper.

Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck

softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things

were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either

one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and

moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling

it’s weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I

rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she

arched her back.

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair

before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of

pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my

cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt

wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans

and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down

and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took

it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly

between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away

from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up

and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard

when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms

…End of the part7. To be continued..

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Working jenny txt part6

Monday, April 28th, 2008

buried in my chest, crying softly.

The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection

quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair

and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were

soothing noises.

For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her

head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. “God, I feel so

stupid…” she said in a very quiet voice.

“Shhh.” I said, “It’s okay. You’re not stupid. Things just went a little

too fast, didn’t they?”

She nodded, looking away. “I guess so. I’ve never been like this in my

entire life. I talk a lot, but I’m not really like that. Tonight I just…

I don’t know…” she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest

again.

“There, there,” I said softly “being lonely and hurting doesn’t make you

a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the

rest of us. You’re a free adult and I don’t feel you did anything wrong.”

I don’t think she was convinced but she didn’t respond or argue. We lay

together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she

raised her head. “These long hours don’t help any, either. I think I’ll go

to bed.”

She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in

several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my

concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed

for the night but she held a hand down to me. “Come on.”

I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my

muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find

out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. “I know it’s kind

of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I’d really like some

nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don’t mind, do you?”

I really didn’t, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. “I’ve always

liked you.”

The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still

seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size

bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She

had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday

morning, actually.

She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,

springs groaning beneath her. “God, I’m so tired.” She gripped the lower

hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,

concerned. “You don’t mind, do you? I don’t usually sleep with anything

on.”

My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my

head, trying not to appear too anxious, “No, that’s… okay.”

She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more

of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the

floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and

sighed “Ah… that feels so much better.” She swung her legs up onto the

bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and

inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially

…End of the part6. To be continued..

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Working jenny txt part5

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless

breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin

cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently

toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she

was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.

Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above

her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode

up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose

for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my

disappointment.

I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been

ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in

the lunchroom, only this time it wasn’t smoldering but raging almost out

of control.

With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips

just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give

excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,

close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and

across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the

back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went

wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.

Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. “Did you mean what you

said earlier?”

Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. “Um, what did I say

earlier?”

“That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?” she said

softly.

My heart thudded slowly in my chest. “Sure.” I answered just as softly,

“Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it.”

“And…” she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, “and… would you be

willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?”

Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a

loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different

from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I’d

had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a

breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don’t treat real

human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was

honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was

obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great

damage to her self-esteem. I couldn’t do that to her.

So, I simply said “Yes.”

She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to

proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward

until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies

moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down

directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves

of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath

was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our

excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.

And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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Working jenny txt part4

Saturday, April 26th, 2008

fault that you’re stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night.”

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t pick up on the possible

implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn’t mean what I

hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours

trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn’t be the first

time I had done that and I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. “Sure.” I

said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, “It’s been a long day already. Thanks.”

“Thank *you*.” she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was

supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny’s apartment the first thing that hit me was the

all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn’t too bad, though. I used to have a

cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen

in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the

bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and

a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand

opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.

Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.

Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it

looked lots better than my place, which didn’t comfort her much since she

saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look

like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a

chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,

but far from sleepy. “Nice place you got here.” I remarked.

“Thanks.” she smiled tiredly. “It was cheap and clean.” She sat up a

little and said, “I really appreciate the ride. And… I’m kinda glad

you’re here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…” She looked

like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down

and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I

reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all

fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I

discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied

quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a

grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said “Excuse me, I

gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won’t be

long.” And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I

heard a shower running.

I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else’s home.

Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension

rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the

couch, trying to relax.

It wasn’t long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold

back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came

down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Working jenny txt part3

Friday, April 25th, 2008

“Hey, don’t wake her up. I’ll give you a ride.”

Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. “I

didn’t figure you for the altruistic type. Isn’t it out of your way?”

“It’s more out of Dianne’s way. The poor woman isn’t a creature of the night

like us. She needs her sleep.”

She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still

undialed. “Okay,” she smiled, “but straight home and no sidetrips. I’m

bushed.”

“No prob.” I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night

air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye

and I flashed her a grin, “Don’t laugh, it’s paid for.”

I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal

boxtops but I didn’t pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned,

grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a

couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby

building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn

thing.

Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street–slowly. I was thankful

that it was dark and Jenny couldn’t see my foot which had the accelerator

pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy

hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I

*really* needed to put a muffler on this car.

Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment

building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see

what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb

and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the

neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. “Well, here we

are.”

She turned in the darkness, “Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh,

ride…” and opened the door.

I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a

death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a

faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. “Shit!”

“What’s the matter?” Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.

“Fucking battery died again!” I groaned. “The alternator belt’s broken. I

was gonna fix it tomorrow.”

“Oh.” She said. “Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you

a jump with my car. Hang on…” She disappeared into the darkness. Several

minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. “I don’t fucking

believe it. She’s not there! She left a note on the ‘fridge saying she left

with some guy for the coast and won’t be back ’til tomorrow afternoon. In my

car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!”

Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date

tonight and she didn’t. Which I didn’t feel particularly sympathetic for at the

moment, considering my predicament. “Well, I could thumb it home and have a

buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out

of here before it starts lowering property values.”

I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street

and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something

but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, “Um, well, since it’s kinda my

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Working jenny txt part2

Thursday, April 24th, 2008

I wasn’t really aware of it at the time. “Sex is an artform. I think so,

anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was

capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was

because I the only guy who really tried.”

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that

she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped

back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside

my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while

I continued to talk in a husky voice. “You see, my favorite part of making love

is to explore the woman’s body.” My hands moved up and down her arms. Her

breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still

closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, “Every inch, from head to

toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she

can’t take any more. And then…” I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,

gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,

then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and

heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index

fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing

its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath

coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against

hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two

sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one

of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to

work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed

to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire

raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the

otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I

didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but

wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a

woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as

well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my

legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking

graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take

off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”

Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once

mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up

early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come

down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Working jenny txt

Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Working doctors txt

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008

Archive-author: Honey Sweet

Archive-title: Doctor Visit

I love going to the doctor. Not many women do, mind you, but mine is

special. Every time I go in for an examination, I come out from a treatment!

It starts out like any other office visit, but then when we get into the

examination room, its a whole other world. As he sits down at the table, he

tells me to go behind the screen and undress. I put on the paper gown and come

out from behind the screen and sit on the table. As he gets up to begin the

exam, I notice an ever increasing bulge in his pants.

He comes over to me, removes the paper gown and starts to suck my tits.

First he lightly licks the nipples, then he takes them in his mouth and starts

to suck them. As he sucks my tits I reach over and undo his pants. I reach in

and take hold of his now rock hard cock. As I begin to rub his cock, he

reaches down and starts to run a finger up and down my slit.

Naturally at this point I’m dripping wet and can’t stand it any more. I

get down off the table and I start to suck on his cock. First I lightly flick

my tongue around the tip. Then I start to move down the underside very slowly.

This drives him absolutely wild! As I get down to his balls, I start to suck

on them while I rub his hard cock. Just as he is about to explode, he grabs

me, throws me on the table, opens my legs wide to expose my wet steamy cunt,

and rams into me. Right about now I’m starting to quiver and shake and he

begins to match my rythym.

He starts to pump faster and harder while at the same time I reach around

and grab his balls. I grab both his balls and squeeze as hard as I can. Just

as I squeeze for the third time, he gives one final hard jam and cums. Mind

you, we both cum good and hard, but we can’t make any noise because of the

other patients.

But let me tell you…I sure as hell love going to the doctor!

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Monday, April 21st, 2008

I moved in once again. This time I found little resistance and as I put my

lips on hers her mouth opened to greet my probing tongue. I stroked my hands up

and down her back and slowly undid the zipper to her uniform. As I pulled it off

of her shoulders her tits sprang out to savor their freedom. I caressed them

with my hands while I used my fingers to tweak her nipples. She moaned from low

in her throat as I rolled and pulled on them with my anxious fingertips.

“Suck on them.” she implored. “Suck on them now.”

I bent my head and tok as much of her right tit into my mouth as I possibly

could. At the same time I sucked I used my tongue to flick the nipple that was

buried deep in my mouth. The smell of her perfume was like some sort of trigger.

My cock began to grow in my pants and I took her hand and put it on my crotch.

It was obvious that she knew exactly what to do. She cupped her hand and began a

slow circular rubbing of my now hard cock. I moved to the other tit and began to

give it the same attention that I had given to the first. I dropped a hand to

her crotch and began to rub her pussy in the same manner that she was rubbing my

cock.

“Take your dress off I want to see you naked in front of me.” I said as I

pulled the dress down around her hips. She wriggled and freed herself of the

dress and reached out and undid my pants, pulled them to my knees and pulled my

underwear off. We each stepped out of the remainder of our clothes. Her tits

glistened with my saliva. Her pussy was covered with a soft shadowy down of

blonde hair and her pussy lips were dark pink and already begining to get wet.

“I want to lick your pussy.” I said. “I want to smell you and taste you.”

I dropped to my knees, reached around behind her and took the firm cheeks of her

ass in my hands, I spread them with two fingers as I pushed a third against her

tight asshole. She moaned again and pusshed her pussy toward my waiting mouth.

I darted my tongue out and flicked at her waiting pussy lips. I poked harder and

deeper until I could feel her clit. I continued to poke and lick. Her juices

were starting to flow and I could taste her honeysweet snatch as I probed more

and more.

She was moaning loudly now. “Yesss… Eat me… Eat me hard… Lick my

cunt!”

As I sucked harder and harder on her now swollen clit I felt her begin to

shudder. I backed of just long enough to say, “Cum in my mouth baby, let me

taste it.”

All the time I licked and sucked she had been playing with her tits and now

she dropped her hands down to her pussy stuck them deep between her legs

and spread herself open. My tongue, now beginning to tire was aching but I kept

going.

She shook violently now, her breath coming in short sharp gasps.

“OH GOD!!…II’M CCUMMING!!” she stuttered. “OOO…MY CUNT…SSUCK IT…”

she screamed. “PLEASE I HAVE TO HAVE YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH!”

In on one motion I stood up and pushed her to her knees. I grabbed the back

of her head and drove my rod deep down her throat. Hungrily she tongued, sucked

and tried to swallow my cock. I began to thrust my hips at her waiting mouth as

she continued to suck. It was an unbelievable sensation.

I felt balls begin to tighten and felt the tingling in my groin that told

me I was about to cum but I couldn’t stop fucking her incredible mouth. I picked

up speed and as if she knew what was about to happen she stopped sucking and let

my cock fall from her mouth.

“You can’t cum yet,” she said, the saliva from her wet mouth dribbling down

her chin, “I have to feel that meat in my pussy.”

She lifted herself onto the edge of her desk and leaned back on her elbows.

she lifted her legs high in the air and spread them as wide as they would go. I

could see her juices oozing from her snatch, which by this time was dark red

with excitement. I moved in and grabbing her ankles to hold her wide open slid

my cock in to the hilt in one stroke. It was hot and slippery as I began to fuck

her with all my might. She reached her hands down and to my surprise put two of

her fingers into her cunt along with my cock. I couldn’t hold off any longer.

With one last shove I drove my cock as deep in her as I could get it and came

like I hadn’t cum before. My cock pulsed jet after jet of cum deep in her snatch

as she continued to fuck herself with the two fingers that shared the space with

me. I knew she was about to cum again as I felt the walls of her cunt squeeze

around my shaft. “UGH…UGH…OH MY CUNT!…FEEL MY CUNT!” she grunted and

screamed as she reached her orgasm.

She relaxed as her orgasm subsided and I let go of her. She took the two

fingers out of her pussy and slipped them into her mouth. She sucked the mixture

of our juices off and looked up at me. “God Dickie, that was fantastic” she

said. “But I have to get up and open the store.” We got up and she got an apron

out that she used while working. We wiped ourselves up and dressed.

As I was leaving she said, “If you come back at 10:00 tonight I’ll show you

how much better I can take it in my asshole, I love to be ass fucked.” I agreed

to be back, and by the way she really did like being cornholed, but that’s

another story.

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Working dickie txt part2

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

Real Estate Office. If it wouldn’t be too inconvenient I’d like to drop by and

take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”

Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would

come soon enough.

“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You

couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour

and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When

can I expect you?”, she said.

“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could

be there in half that time…and intended to be.

“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”

We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite

satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I

walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached

the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even

more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was

locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to

let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and

decided that this could be good.

“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.

“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.

“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”

“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off

what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.

She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of

store.

“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.

“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to

stay late to finish up at night.”

“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”

“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my

business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when

he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”

I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She

went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their

marriage and what was wrong with it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to

carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”

Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find

a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really

are quite sexy and attractive.”

She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a

matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”

“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”

I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full

on the lips.

“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you

and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”

“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just

need a man and all that goes along with him.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Continuing Adventures of Dickie Dunkin

EPISODE #1 ” THE DAIRY QUEEN”

Well, dear reader, welcome to the wonderful(and erotic) world of Dickie

Dunkin. How do I know it’s so wonderful? That’s easy I’m Dickie Dunkin.(That’s

not my real name but then again neither are any of the other names your about to

read.) The stories your about to read are so of my favorite experiences. Or at

least it’s the way I remember them…

I had been working in a Real Estate office in a small town in New Jersey

and as was the usual custom on slow days I was playing Gin with Joe the salesman

whose desk was immediately behind mine. As we played I failed to notice the two

women who had entered the office behind me. We put the game on hold and Joe

stood up to greet the women, who by this time, were already walking toward us.

As I turned to face my own desk I glanced at them. There was a tall brunette,

whom Joe seemed to know, and a short blonde. My eyes immediately locked onto the

blonde. She was slim with a pair of green eyes the likes of which I had never

seen in my life. She was wearing a white uniform and my first impression was

that she was a nurse. I was wrong. Her hair was long and flowed down over her

shoulders where the seemingly endless cascade of golden hair stopped to rest on

her more than ample bust, about a size 38D. She had a narrow waist and a nicely

rounded pair of hips. There was a slight curve to her belly and a most visible

and pronounced pubic mound. Her legs were shapely although very muscular. Joe

introduced them to me. The brunette was Ann and the blonde was Rose. I

acknowledged and returned to my desk to busy myself with some trivial things so

it wouldn’t appear that I was eavesdropping. It seemed that Rose was trying to

sell her Soft Ice Cream business and Ann had brought her in to meet Joe with the

hopes that he could help. After filling out the necessary paperwork Joe asked me

to give the girls my opinion of what I thought the potential was. Of course

after having overheard everything I was able to backup everything that Joe had

told them, and even told them that I might have a client who could possibly be

interested. Of course nothing was further from the truth. Rose seemed to be

extremely greatful to hear such encouraging words and I told her I would be in

touch in a day or so. As they left I couldn’t help but check out Rose’s ass as

she walked toward the door. Nice ass.

That night when I got back to my apartment I couldn’t keep Rose’s vision

out of my head and soon found myself with a first class hard-on from thinking

about what I would do with her if I had her alone. I decided that I would call

the next day to get to know her better.

When I dialed the phone I felt my heart pound with anticipation as the

phone rang the first time.

“Hi Soft and Creamy number 21, this is Rose speaking.” came the softly

spoken words “…may I help you?”.

Trying not to get tongue tied I replied ” Hi Rose, this is Dickie from the

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Working desire1 txt part5

Friday, April 18th, 2008

around her tiny waist. Shock registered on his face as he saw the amount

of cum that was already there. She was dripping wet! It looked as if she had

already cum over and over again. He licked the outside of her wet panties

and smiled as he felt her jerk. He slowly slid his hands around her nylon-

covered legs and tightened his grip. With that, he lowered his face into her

wetness and began to work at her with his wet tounge. She thrashed around

and began to wimper at the swirling of his tounge. He slowly sucked her swollen

clit up into his mouth, and her excitement made him hard as a rock. She tasted

good in his mouth, and he buried his whole face in her wet pussy. Her coarse

pubic hairs felt good on his face as he licked harder, becoming more forceful.

Her hands suddenly grasped the back of his head and started rhythmically

grinding her hips into his face. She screamed as her orgasm rocked through her

body and began fiercely and savagly slamming Mikes face in her swollen

wet hole. The amount of cum was stagering, as it dripped off his face and

covered him. He soon felt her body go limp, and drew his face away from her,

watching a thick and long strand of cum reach from his chin to her pussy.

The fire was just rising inside of Ella as she felt his wet and warm

tounge glide ofer her mound. She wanted him to just fuck her with his tounge

because it felt so good. It felt like no other to her, and she didn’t want him

to stop. She never wanted him to stop. She grasped the back of his head running

her fingers through his hair and forcibly shoved his face into her dripping

snatch. God how she loved it. His muscular face and dark eyes working its way

into her. His tounge felt so good inside of her, and she began to fel her

orgasm well up inside of her. She arched her body to the feel of the sex and

slammed his face into her. The orgasm ripped through her leaving her exhausted,

but in thinking of his huge cock thrusting inside of her, she regained energy.

“Fuck me!” She said as she changed positions on the couch. “I don;t

care how big it is. Force it inside of me. Make me hurt. Just fuckin take me!”

She screamed as she cluched the back of the leather couch in wait.

He watched as she spread out before him on the couch. He looked down

at her jet-black heels jutting out from the couch, and up her smooth long legs

to her flawless back and shoulders. He straddled her from behind and took a

firm grip on her shoulders. His long thick cock was pulsating and was hard

as a rock. He slowly brought it up under her, and then with a fierce thrusting

motion, buried it inside of her. He was me with huge spasms as his manhood

filled Ella beyond her wildest dreams. He closed his eyes and let the

sensation of her tight pussy gripping his cock take him away. She dialated

her pussy around his prick, and moved with him to the motions. He began

to thrust it in and out, letting the warm pocket take all of him in.

It felt so good that he never wanted to cum, but he soon began to feel as if

that was inevitable. The warmness that surrounded him took him away as he

began to thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He was smashing her

into the back of the couch with his hard thrusts, and that muffled her screams

of passion. He grabbed her garter straps, and began to pull her into his fuck

as he felt the screaming orgasm well up inside of him. Soon, he knew that he

had to come, so with a strong pump, his load exploded out of him, and shot deep

within her dark confines. She kept grinding her hips back into him, and soon

the sensitive head made him back out of her. As soon as he was out, she slumped

down on the couch, tired from the continuous orgasms that had assulted her

body.

‘Holy Shit!’ She thought as he rammed his thick dick inside of her. It

filled her up to the point of agony. She had never has something so big inside

of her. It stretched her out and the sliding motions made it feel like a red

hot poker sliding in and out of her cunt. It was almost painfull, but she

closed her eyes and turned the pain into intense pleasure. She cryed out as she

felt him pumping against her back. She gripped the couch tightly, and began to

pump her hips into his fuck, trying as hard as she could to get him as deep as

she could inside of her. He smashed her face into the supple leather couch, and

she gasped as she felt him grow even bigger as his orgasm was welling up. She

screamed out as her own orgasm began to flutter, and as she felt the hot cum

splash up inside of her cunt, she let loose and shuddered as an electrifying

orgasm ripped through her body leaving her breathless. Cum was dripping out of

her snatch, and she reached down and rubbed the slimy substance into her,

sliding a long finger inside of her. She then slumped down against the couch

and rested, and he fell on top of her, breathing heavily.

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Working desire1 txt part4

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

came forth from its confines. She teasingly put a few of her fingers

in her mouth as she contemplated how she would please him. His dick

was so large she became excited just looking at it. She immediatly

began to imagine it getting forced into her steamy canal, and her

juices begain to flow freely. She felt it as it spilled out

along her legs and turned her attention to his throbbing cock.

Mike watched as she grasped his dick with her small hand.

It seemed to appear so small in comparison, but he arched his back

at the slightest touch from this woman. He could not believe this

was happening, and because of that, all the stimulation he was

feeling became enhanced tenfold. He could see her hand and her

painted nails working their way along his cock. He shivered and

gasped as she leaned her head over and her hair spilled down

on his naked abdomen. The sensation was overwhelming. Just the feel

of her hair against his skin almost made him cum. He saw her

wet tounge dart out from between her parted lips and lick its

way up his shaft. He jerked as the feeling hit him and uttered a

groan. This all seemed to be happening in slow motion. She flickered

her tounge around his dick teasing him, and herself, to the point

of explosion, and then with one swift movement took him in her

wet mouth.

The explosion of sensation made him spasm with feeling.

It felt so good in her mouth, and he watched as she slowly worked

her mouth up and down his shaft. She could barely fit his steamy

cock in her mouth, and the drool from her saliva was running down

his shaft.

It was so big! As he filled up her mouth she marveled at

the size. There was so much of it that she could not help salivatating

until everything was wet. She tried to use her tounge for further

stimulation, but the was absolutely no room. She tried to take the

full length in her mouth, but almost gagged in doing so. She

rhythmically used her hand and her mouth at the same time, there

was plenty of room for both on his excitingly huge cock. She rocked

her fingers and her mouth back and forth until she felt him

seize up in an arch. ‘He is going to cum!’ She thought as she

frantically picked up the pace on his dick. The thought of his

sensuous hot steamy cum filling her mouth drove her over the edge.

Her eyes snapped open as she continued to furiously suck and pull

on his thich and muscular member. Finally, as he jerked as stuffed

it all the way into the back of her throat he let out a small

scream and the pumping hot seed began to fil up her moth. She

did not stop there and kept going as more and more filled her mouth.

His cock was so big that room ran out in her mouth, and cum

started spilling out from behind her red lips and ran down his length.

She drank as much cum as she could, but there was so much of it!

With a great sigh, she felt him relax, and the cum finally

stopped pumping. She slowly relaxed her grip on his rod and removed

her mouth.

Mike immediatly grabbed Ella and set her down on the couch.

He gasped her slim skirt and began to push it up untill it was hiked

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Working desire1 txt part3

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

the rush of air, he could have sworn he had smelled some of her sex!

His groin stirred a bit as this concept crossed his mind, but then

he quickly put it out of his thought. She had the most sensuous

legs he had ever seen and they were accented even more with the

smooth black nylons that she always wore. He leaned his head back

started his bimonthly sexual whirlwind.

Just looking at him laying on the smooth black leather couch

was starting to arouse Ella to the point of no return. How much

she yearned to reach out and touch his muscular body, and to

touch every part of him, leaving no area untouched. As she

looked at him she indeed started to get wet and the sense of

passion eminating from between her legs was getting out of hand.

She wanted to slowly slide her fingers around his muscular member

and show him how much she wanted, but she continued to strain

against her passion. He had the best body of any man she had ever

seen. Hints of muscle peeked out around his shirt and waist

tapered down from his muscular chest. She tried to stop thinking

of him, but her thoughts were out of control. She pictured him

taking her, and driving it in deep, and as these thoughts consumed

her mind, she felt herself loosing control. Small beads of sweat

started appearing on her forehead. Finally after straining and

fighting, she let herself free to her desires, and let herself go.

“Mike,” She said after she sat down, “This session will be

a little diffrent today. I’m going to tell you a few things about

myself.”

Mike watched as she spoke. She seemed nervous as she played

with her lower lip with her long red nails. She was even sweating.

As she continued to speak, the air seemed to change. The

atmosphere was diffrent. She was showing him emotion and was

actually nervous. This was a first for her and Mike watched

her struggle in meek suprise.

“Well…. Uh…. I mean…. I mean let me show you a few

things about myself.”

Her hand left her face and placed itself on Mikes face. She

started to caress his stong face with her hands. She ran one finger

around his mouth and then plunged it into his mout. Mike was suprised

at first, but then after it registered he started to suck and dart

his toung around her finger. He could feel her long, and hard nail

inside his mouth, probing and prodding. He could feel all his blood

rush to his now hard cock and he felt himself go with passionate

desires. He cluched one of her beautiful long fingers and placed it

into his mout. As he sucked on it she closed her eyes and leaned her

head back. Her long, straight brown hair fell teasingly around her

shoulders.

She withdrew her finger from his mouth and slowly moved it

across his body. He looked down to see her extremely stimulating

red nails and her beautiful, slender fingers unzip his jeans. As she

pulled them away, his raging hard cock sprang up ready to be attended

to.

Ella gasped a shock of suprise as his extremely large cock

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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