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Maria wore a skirt to work today just for him. All night she had thought about him and what he had asked her to do. The thought of bring herself off for him in her office was enough to make her sopping wet.

It was a busy day at the office, with tons of things to be done, but always in the back of her mind was him and what she was going to do. That thought alone had her aroused and wet all day. She found herself squirming in her chair anytime she sat down and the urge to slid fingers under her skirt was torturing her. More than once during the morning, she caught her hand straying to her crotch and her employees looking at her curiously. With heat rising in her face, she barked out orders a bit rougher than she intended.
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Christine looked at herself in the mirror. Her pretty face was the color of creme, her tears streaming around the gentle curve of her chin and dripping onto the porcelain sink. Why was she made to suffer so much humiliation, she thought to herself. Before she had a chance to answer herself mentally, however, the bathroom door burst open and James strode in.

“You cheating cunt,” James shouted, “I’m not finished talking to you! Did you think you’d get away with it forever?” His broad shoulders heaved with anxiety, and his charcoal-black hair hung in his face, a few strands plastered to his brow by the spreading perspiration.
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Self-consciously you sit down on the edge of the bed. This feels strange, but you did promise. You reach behind and unclasp your bra. Slowly you let it fall from your breasts. Not in an effort to be sexy, but more absent-mindedly. Your mind is elsewhere, on things to come.

You push the duvet away and lay on the bed. You close your eyes and stretch out. Your arms reaching up the wall. You are tired; you could lie back and let yourself drift off. No, you made a promise and the soft focus of your drowsy mind is quite sexy.
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Your dirty girl has woken one morning, not feeling very glamorous. She makes her way to the bathroom and removes the shirt that she loves to wear to bed, your shirt. She steps into the shower, turning the water on, and stands under the streaming water, slowly coming alive.

As the water cascades down over her shoulders, she takes the bottle of body soap and squeezes an ample amount into her hand, replacing the bottle on the rack in the shower, she then takes the large sponge and slowly starts to rub them both over her body. A body that you have come to know intimately. Intimately with your tongue, your fingers, your cock, your eyes, your breath, your very being.
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Let me tell you about this morning…… not sure if it was a dream…. or the good nights sleep…. or just my wandering mind…. but I woke up this morning, with a very clear picture of you sitting naked on the futon…. I was kneeling down with your cock in my mouth…. tears rolling down the side of my cheeks because I was thrusting it deep into my throat….looking up and seeing the look of pleasure on your face… feeling your hands in my hair…. pulling through it as you pushed my face down while simultaneously pushing your hips up….
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I got a job working as a mall Santa at the local mall during the Christmas shopping season one year. It had been a real shitty year for me. My wife of almost twenty years left me for a younger man, I lost my other job due to layoffs and, on top of all that, my doctor diagnosed me with high blood pressure (gee, I wonder why?). So believe me when I say the last thing I wanted was to work as Santa and spread joy and good tidings to bratty children, but I was broke and I needed the job. I dreaded my first day as Santa. The damn suit was itchy and the hairs from my fake beard kept going in my mouth. But then I saw something–or, rather, someone–that put me in the holiday spirit big time.
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As I lay next to you in bed while you sleep, I kept tossing and turning. I was so horny, I could not sleep. I know you need your sleep and I should not wake you up, but the temptation was great. I know I should go to sleep but I do not seem to be able to do it.

I closed my eyes and thought of the things I like to do to you. I love running my hand over your chest and down. The hair on your chest and belly makes my whole body tingle. I keep going down to your cock all nestled and asleep. I love waking it up slowly, lightly running my fingers up and down and around your cock and balls until they start to swell.
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A Service

When I was younger, I heard of a man who would do it for a dollar. Times change, the cost goes up. It was easy enough now with just a phone call.

I dialed his number.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“I think I need your services,” I said.

“Think?”

“Well, I know I need you,” I replied, “It’s some legal thing now.”

“It’s five dollars… Ten, if I come to you.”

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