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She struggled with herself to wake that morning. Had she really spent the night before drinking and carousing? “Oh my god!” she thought as she examined her sore but happy body. How did she manage to get home by herself when every part of her body knew that she had not initially gone to bed alone.

With that, Cherise pulled herself out of bed and stumbled down the hallway to her bathroom. Standing at the vanity she looked herself over. As she took up her daily ministrations, she did so with the critical eye of a master sculpture looking at a rough clay form of a woman. As she brushed her teeth, she noted how straight her top teeth were and that the lower teeth would have been straighter if she had only continued wearing her retainer as a youth. Well, that in and of itself was no real problem. She smiled widely at herself noting that the teeth were white; the lips were full and just slightly pouty.
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Emma woke from a beautiful dream about peeing in a swimming pool with a bunch of her friends. They had all been nude, sat side by side with their wide naked bum cheeks resting on the cold slabs that formed the flooring around the pool’s edge. There were five of them in total. Emma’s was at the far right with her best friend Lindsey to her immediate left. Taller than Emma, the twenty-one year old had long straight strands of midnight black hair which down to her bare shoulders. Her breasts were smaller than the full roundness of Emma’s boobs, but were beautifully proportioned to the girl’s slim and seductive figure. Between Lindsey’s legs and from the base of her black haired pubic triangle had been squirting a long golden stream of twisting piss, spraying over the pool’s edge and splattering down into the water below. From Emma’s own semi-shaved pussy triangle was shooting a similar stream of hot pee; squirting from her lower lips as she relived herself into the swimming pool water.
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This is the third in an inexplicably ongoing series of depraved tales about a guy and his cock. The first installment is “A Day With My Cock,”, and the second is “A Night With My Cock.” If the responses continue to be positive, look for another episode, which will be entitled “At Work With My Cock.” Thanks to everyone who has sent feedback on the earlier stories and encouraged me to write more – it’s good to know there are readers out there who appreciate this style of filth. Now get naked and read on!
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Emma & Mark — On The Way Home from the Pub

Background: Looe is a historical fishing village in Cornwall (UK) just a little further down the coast from the coastal city of Plymouth.

All over Looe the pubs were closing for the night, disgorging their drunken patrons onto the narrow cobbled streets. Mark and Emma staggered out of the door of their own chosen drinking establishment and into the refreshing cool of the evening air. The street was filled with drunken revellers, milling around, laughing, staggering and just generally hanging around. The night still seemed young and nobody seemed interested in going home to bed. On the adjacent street which quickly turned upwards up a short hill, a young man had his back to the street and from his pose it was obvious that he was busily relieving himself over the shop door in front of him. Eager for a better view and maybe a glance at his prick and his shooting golden stream, Emma grabbed Mark’s hand and surreptitiously guided him over to the nearby wall. Making a show of affection by placing her hands around his waist, she drew him closer trying to ignore his beer breath, and used the excuse to take a good stare at the pissing man. Sure enough, the bloke was in full flow. Emma could quite clearly see his pissing member as he held it in his hands directing his spray up and down over the shop door. It was quite obvious that he was enjoying his piss immensely and that he was trying to spray as much of the shop door with his golden pee as possible. Emma watched on entranced by this free golden shower show. She wished she control her own piss direction as easily. She would love to be able to spray her golden juices all over somebody’s door just like this man was doing now. Several more seconds passed and slowly the shooting stream of piss leaving the dick of the man began to droop and wane. As soon as he was done pissing he tucked his dick back into his pants and walked off leaving a large obvious piss stain all over the door for the shop owner to find the next day.
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As you stare in the mirror you take in your figure, as always you are displeased with how you look, you dislike the extra weight you carry but are told by friends that this could be sexy to the right person, but where is this guy who is passionate about you are, who will desire nothing more than to make intimate love to you exactly the way you are without ever wanting to change how you look. your mind drifts to all the guys you know and you imagine what they would be like if they only could do the same, as it does so it drifts to the image of Robbie whom is coming over this afternoon, hence the reason you are getting ready. Suddenly you cannot get the image of him out of your mind, you can just picture what would happen if he finally came over to do to you exactly what you had hoped he would.
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He stood at the produce section of the grocery store looking at the pumpkins. He thought he found the perfect one. It was big and round and had a flat sturdy bottom. He rubbed his hand across its hard orange flesh and smiled. He grabbed it like a small child grabbing a present from under the tree at Christmas.

Sean placed his pumpkin in the cart and headed to the checkout with the rest of his purchases. He kept stroking the pumpkin as it sat on the checkout belt. He looked like a big kid buying a pumpkin. If only the cashier knew what his plans were for his big beautiful pumpkin. He placed it in his truck and wrapped the seatbelt around his treasure.
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It had been weeks since I heard from anything from Dr. McNurthy. My cravings for another delivery of cum from the sperm bank that he worked at bordered on painful. My dreams were haunted by a vision of an endless supply of flowing cum — hot, warm, slickery cum. Until his first delivery, I’d never considered myself a kinky individual. Sure, I played on the Internet a bit, and even posted the occasional digital photograph of myself, but that was the extent of my kinkiness. Who would have thought that his special gift could have released such primal needs within me?
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The next day Dan left the house straight after breakfast, he said he was going to see some old army pals of his, they lived in a retirement home just a short walk away, and he didn’t know what time he would be back. I amused myself and lazed around and generally had a rest, Dan came back about 4 o’clock and said he had a very nice day. He told me they where in the retirement home because it was cheaper to live that way but they were all about the same age early to mid 60’s. He said he had invited a couple of them round for tea the following afternoon evening.
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I turned off my screaming hairdryer, thinking I’d heard the doorbell ring. Sure enough, the bell sounded again, and impatiently rang once more before I had a chance to descend the stairs. As I tightened the belt on my robe, I could see a young man in a red and white uniform standing outside, and he announced through the door, “Urgent delivery for Mrs. Steadman.”

I cracked the door and noticed his computerized tablet and the embroidery on his shirt that read, Jet Stream Couriers. Considering I live in a very safe suburban neighborhood I had no reason to be suspicious, but I wasn’t expecting a delivery, and I was wearing no more than a robe and thong. I opened the door wide enough to sign the tablet he handed me. I noticed him trying to peel my robe open with his eyes. “What a typical man,” I thought, but he was young, and cute, so I decided to happily torture him by allowing my robe to open further as I adjusted his tablet to sign it.
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The next weekend, Howard decided we would go for a drive. I was at his house, and he said he would like to go for a drive and stop some where for a picnic. He went upstairs for a while. When he came down he had some clothes over his arm, he said he would like me to wear them. He said he was going to get a picnic hamper packed and left the room.

I undressed, I had shaved off my body hair that morning, and started to dress in the clothes Howard had picked out, first a very well padded white bra, lacy white suspender belt, white stockings, white frilly panties, pink little girl style party dress which fitted up under my padded bra then flared out from there, then a pair of white high heels, then a blonde wig with pig tales. I looked like a little girl going to a birthday party. Howard came back into the room carrying a hamper, looked me up and down, he said all I needed was some red lipstick, so I went and put some on. Howard put the hamper in the car, we both got in and we set off, it was a bit cloudy but nice and warm as we drove along almost deserted country roads.
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