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It all started at the local bar; I was pissed at my sister because she had ditched me for a guy, so I went to see the local band alone. The band was all right but I kept noticing this really cute blond guy who was playing pool.

Well soon enough after a few shared looks he came over and introduced himself to me, “My name is Steve and yours is?” I replied Rose. Now Steve really looked good, he was tall around 6 1″, silver eyes, tight ass, long blond hair, and a red-blond beard, and a very sociable person with a lot of charisma. We talked for a while and had a few more drinks and I played a game of pool with him and his friends. While playing pool I felt him come up behind me and put his prick up against my ass, I was so surprised that all I could do was wiggle my ass a little and then he moved away.
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When Gloria came home from work, she was surprised to find the front door unlocked. After all, it was barely past eight, and Trevor’s shift would not end until eleven.

It was a chilly winter evening, and she slipped inside quickly. The lights were not on, and the house was quiet. As she threw her purse on the table, it occurred to her that there might be an intruder. She frowned. “Trevor?” she called, but no answer came.

Then again, it was a large house. Trevor was a surgeon at the county hospital, and Gloria was a college professor. They had done quite well for themselves. She decided that she was being irrational, and she went upstairs to look for her husband.
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Let me begin by saying that this is a true story. Also let me warn you that my writing style may not be to your taste; it’s fairly journalistic and I tend to shy away from graphic descriptions. I assume the reader has a working imagination and can fill in any details I may gloss over. That being said, here we go…

Since I know this is important to some readers, let me briefly describe myself. (Feel free to skip this paragraph if you want. It’s not central to the story.) As of the time of this writing, I’m twenty-one and about to enter my final year at a small, private, southern California college. I’m majoring in English, so if you notice any mistakes… um… let’s just call it artistic license, okay? I’m Asian (American-born Chinese), 5′2″ tall, slim, pretty, and of course, modest. On with the show…
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Early Easter Sunday morning, my door bell woke me up. I sat up in bed, naked as always, hair a mess, and grabbed my robe and ran down stairs yelling “I’m coming! Just a second already.” When I opened the door, the sun nearly blinded be. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But there he was, in a bunny costume, hood with floppy ears and all. And he had a big basket of goodies for me. “I am delivering this goody basket personally. You’ve been a very good girl,” he said.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house before any of my neighbors saw my 6′ tall b/f in a bunny costume. “What did you bring me?” I asked, grabbing the big basket of treats. “MMMM… All my favorites,” I purred. “But if I was really good, don’t I deserve something REALLY special?” I asked slyly. I grabbed him by his floppy gray ears and kissed his mouth. He wrapped his fluffy costumed arms around me and picked me up. We nibbled on each others lips as he carried me to the couch.
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Thankfully the worst was over. It was my moving day and friends Paul, with van and Lucy had helped carry my boxed existence into the new flat. Paul had departed and Lucy was arranging the flat with me, eager and happy to help. Being a mid thirties bachelor, I appreciated the feminine touch to the new pad.

Let me tell you about Lucy. A gorgeous, blond, buxom, 20-year-old slip of a girl; lovely innocent looks and a figure worthy of any centrefold. She’s in a steady relationship, though unhappy at work. I took the time and energy to actually speak to her and not her breasts. We shared a lot of common interests in fitness and sport and we had developed a good friendship.
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Mary and I have been seeing each other for years. I would say about 7. In that time I have taught her how to spank me. It took me years. I should say I thought I taught her. But you will see. If you have never been spanked by someone that knows, and that is knows, how to spank you, then you do not know what I’m saying. I have been spanking woman for years. And it does take time to learn. To soft and it does not work. To hard and a person that is getting spanked has to much pain. I have had a woman spank me for about one hour. Just the right amount can make a person cum. Mary and I have a few friends that like spanking. We never and I’ll say that again, we never have sex. Someone might make the person they are spanking masturbate them or them self in front of us. But the rule is no one is to have sex. You are able to spank someone else if they say it is okay. A wife or husband could not make the other take a spanking from anyone else unless they wanted to. That way we all stay friends.
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This was supposed to be our night, so what happens…again?

Bad enough I was spending more time at his place than my own because I was on deadline, but the one day and moment I get back early to get all washed, brushed, scented and sexy before he got home, he comes in with his brother! They just barged right into the bedroom and there I was in the finest pink satiny French-cut panties and push-up bra Victoria’s Secret had to offer! I didn’t know what was more humiliating; having to show them my almost bare ass when I dove for the blankets to cover myself, or the fact that through their barely hidden smiles, they were less embarrassed than I was!
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It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang and my secret visitors entered the house accompanied by Stan and Bill. There were five others and none of them had much to say when Stan went through the introductions. I was becoming more and more nervous and felt the lustful penetrating eyes of the men burning into me.

Going through the motions a hostess usually carries out I offered and poured drinks for my guests. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden change of manner, or the aggression that went with it. Hands came round me from behind and held my breasts. I was in the middle of the room and was turned to be displayed like the star of a sex show. I heard the unzipping of trousers as some men already felt the need to release their penises from the constraints of their clothing.
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