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Reduction

Saturday, November 27th, 2010

imagesStu was close and even though it would have been great to have blown on her face and boobs, he instinctively knew that for their first time together, he should be inside Karen. He mounted her quickly, carefully placing his head against her sticky wet vulva, making the chubby girl moan with anticipation as he slid it up and down her wet crack.

He could have just slammed it in and any other time he might have, but he was making love here, not just fucking Karen. He entered her tight vagina slow, letting both of them savor the feeling of gradual penetration. He looked down at the pretty pale-faced woman as he took her, seeing the glow on her face he knew matched his own. All these years flirting and now he was inside the one true woman he loved.

His pace increased until their writhing, pushing and sweating blurred. The basic need for them to both ejaculate was bubbling close now, and Stu sensed time on his back. But wanting to show this girl the best time of her life, even here, Stu held up on her, pushed deep but slowed.

Karen grabbed his ass and dug her nails in deeply.

“Don’t you fucking deny me,” she said. “Give me your come.”

Stu began to arch his back then as he felt the woman’s vagina close like a glove around the head of his cock.

“Are you gonna?’ he asked.

“The minute you do,” she agreed. “But don’t stop fucking me hard.”

“Hard”, Stu repeated.

“Hard,” Karen sighed under him and swat his right cheek with her hand. “Hard!”

Jesus! Stu was glad he had made the rooms extra thick and had the radio going.

“Hard,” Karen repeated and “smack” she hit his left, then right cheek.

“Hard, hard, hard,” she cried smacking Stu’s tight bottom and he began to let go then, feeling his hot juice spray from the suffering hot head of his cock.

“Karen,” he cried as the woman smacked him two more times and began to shutter herself as she looked up at him hard and tried not to fall off the table.

“I am coming,” she said.

As they lie on the examination table minutes later Stu tried to huddle his white jacket around himself better. Kissing Karen yet again he then rolled off her and once again stared at the big tits before him.

“So you really don’t think I should see a plastic surgeon for a reduction?’ she said wiggling her thong up her thick thighs, and clasping her lacy low cut bra around her back.

Stu was sure he had never seen a sight so delicious as this full-hipped woman lying on his examination table in her pretty blue matching bra and panty set.

“As your doctor for all these years, no Karen, I don’t,” Stu offered. “I mean, I’m glad that’s what got you here in the first place, and that I finally got to see them…”

“A perfect excuse,” she said, finally dressed and up off the table. “You know this will definitely strain the doctor patient confidentiality.”

“I don’t think you can be a patient anymore,” Stu said, lean in to kiss the pretty woman before him. Their tongues met and he felt his cock growing yet again, Karen lying back on the table. It took all his strength to pull off her.

“But I can certainly treat you in my own way when we start dating.”

“I like the sound of that…doctor” Karen said, stood slowly, smoothed a hand across her pants and sweater, adjusted one last time and left the room as Doctor Stu followed her.

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The Sales Person

Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

“Have a seat Mr. Raye, I’ll be with you in a minute,” ordered Hannah Stern, “hmmmed and “yess yss-ing” into her phone. “Now,” she asked hanging up finally, “how may I help you?”

Winston Raye made thousands of sales calls in his day, but his tongue was literally tied as he stared at Hannah Stern. A tall pretty red head over 50, this head of the Stern lingerie company had what had to be the biggest-and firmest-bust Raye had ever seen.

“Mr. Raye,” the lady attempted. “I’m a busy woman.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry, you know I am with Cool Image? I’d like to show you what we have this go round.”

“Mr. Raye we already have three other lines that take up too much shelf space as it is, do I need a fourth?”

“Yes, I…I think that after you see how competitive our pricing structure is maybe you’ll drop your least profitable line and…”

“Since you’re here,” the tall woman replied, “I’ll give you five minutes.”

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“Now,” the lanky man began standing opening his carrying case across the desk between them.

“These are our bra and panty sets.”

“Smaller sizes, huh?” the lady said standing and deliberately arching her back to show off her big bust. “Nothing here would even come close to fitting someone like me.”

“That’s no problem at all,” the stout man replied in a shaky voice. “I…”

“What size bra do you think I wear?” the lady spat, the five minutes ticking for faster for her then the man facing her.

“I…I am sure we have plenty of sets for…”

“Just tell my size, Mr. Raye. A man working in this business should be able to estimate a woman’s bra size by…”

“Maybe a closer look?” Winston asked, helping to diffuse the tension with some levity.

“Sure, if you think you think that will help.”

Mrs. Stern walked from around her desk and stepped until she was almost touching him. ”Better?”

“Uh, I-I’d say that you were a double d-cup, and probably about forty inches.”

“Very good, Mr. Raye,” the lady said smoothly, “you just added another minute to your pitch…let’s see if you can add more.”

Hanna Stern stood back then, unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it down her arms and removed her huge lacy bra.

“Touch me,” the lady said.

Wanting to pinch himself, but figuring he best do as told to land this account, Mr. Raye reached his hands out to the heavy firm tits before him.

“Your adding minutes and minutes here Mr. Raye.”

“Yes…I” he tried fondling the woman’s warm breast flesh as Hannah broke into her first smile of the day, then took a step back, let Raye stand there with his hands still outstretched holding air and wiggled her A-line skirt down her long legs revealing a snow white garter and stocking …sans panties.

“I think I might be able to come round,” and here the lady smiled again, stepped back to the edge of her desk and lean her naked wide ass against it. “…to carrying your line, if you could maybe convince me deeper.”

Too stunned really to wrangle his pounding cock out his pants right then and figuring maybe the best way to really close this sale was to attend to this woman completely, Mr. Raye knelt to the thin carpet and faced the pulsing slightly hairy pussy before him. He could smell Hannah Stern’s thick lips, looked up to see the woman grab her own tits and throw her head back and realized, this might just be one of those customers he’d have to coddle with regular visits.

Leaning forward the man stuck his tongue out to the juicy cunt lips before him and thought to himself…I’ve made my quota for the week!

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The Nubile Nymph

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010

imagesVirna Reynolds was lonely and depressed. Her best friend Alicia was vacationing in Europe, and her husband of forty years had been gone for less them six months. After wandering around her apartment for about a week, the long legged lady dialed the number Alicia had given her before she left and after two rings, a sultry feminine voice on the other end of the line answered, “Sensations Unlimited, how may I help you, this is Miranda speaking?”

Fear shot through Virna but she shouldered on, saying: ”This is Mrs. Reynolds, I’m a friend of Alicia Donner, she recommended your establishment. I was just wondering if you had any openings…for today?”

“Mmmmmm, Mrs. Reynolds,” Miranda said in her silky voice, “how is Mrs. Donner, we haven’t seen her in few weeks?”

“Uh, she’s in Europe,” Virna replied.

“One of her usual trips, no doubt,” Miranda went on, “Well, we have an opening at two this afternoon, if that’s agreeable?”

“Yes, two will be just fine,” Virna replied, “see you then, and thank you.”

Wow, Alicia really did have pull, Virna reasoned.

“Mrs. Reynolds, it’s so nice to meet you,” Miranda said an hour later while shaking Virna’s hand.

“Alicia’s told me so much about the place,” Virna offered, trying to mask her nervousness with a tight smile.

After both of them had taken a seat in Miranda’s sumptuously appointed, office, the salon manager continued: ”Have you given any thought as to what sort of entertainment you had in mind?”

“Well, I…” Virna said slowly.

“Allow me to make a suggestion? Something Alicia herself sometimes prefers?”

Virna nodded her head vigorously. ”That would be perfect,” she sighed.

Miranda turned to a small table to her right, poured them two glasses of a deep red wine from a stubby carafe, then passing a glass to Virna turned to her intercom, pushed a button and said: ”Sharri, please send in Mona.”

Virna took a long swallow. A woman! she thought to herself. Well, if Alicia could…

The two women drank and made small talk for five minutes when there was a knock on the office door.

“I think you’re going to be especially pleased,” Miranda stated, standing to walk to the door.

“Mona has just turned eighteen and…”

The salon manager opened her door in to an incredibly lovely young woman standing there wrapped in only a bright pink towel.

“This is Mrs. Reynolds, dear,” Miranda said and bade the blonde beauty into the room. Virna stood and smiled.

Without so much as a word, the tiny nymph dropped her cover, and stood casually in front of the two older women. She was a petite blonde with high small tits, wide hips and a perfect pretty little pussy, lightly covered with a spray of blonde hair.

“What do you think?” Miranda asked softly.

“What’s good enough for Alicia, is good enough for me,” Virna said and gulped down the rest of her wine.

Mona led Virna by the hand down a long corridor to a door that opened up into a suite of rooms that contained a hot tub, an entertainment center, and of course a bed.

“This is my favorite room,” the willowy beauty said closing the door.

“Would you let me let me help you out of those clothes?”

As Mona began to unbutton the front of Virna’s blouse, the older woman pushed her hand away and said, “I’m a little nervous about this, over the years I’ve put on a little weight, and well, I’m just…”

Mona giggled and replied, “Don’t be embarrassed, Virna, I just love big tits.”

Virna actually giggled then, her pussy pulsating ever so fast even though she was so damn nervous.

“Oh, dear,” Mona whispered when she got Virna’s shirt open. “I have to suckle those.”

Mona pressed her face into the lady’s bra and Virna felt her pussy lips open even more.

Mona extracted first her right breast up and over the low cut of Virna’s bra, licked her hard nipple then did the same to the left.

“Y-you do that so well,” Virna panted.

“We all have a specialty here,” the young girl said and helped Virna take off her bra.

As she lie the older woman on the before her, Mona smiled and pulled Virna’s skirt down her long legs with her teeth.

“Thought that’s not my only specialty”, the little girl said coming back up to face Virna’s soaking panties.

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Broken Strap

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

Stella Eden, Esq. spun around in her desk and reached for a law book on the top shelf of her bookcase, but as she stretched up to retrieve it, snap, her right bra strap tore away from its moorings. For Stella and her 42DD cup bra this was a structural disaster.

“What am I going to do?” she said knowing she was wanted back in the judge’s chamber in twenty minutes.

She made J-street in five, flicked her cell on vibrate and managed into the big Macy’s on the corner.

Running (as best she could considering all the bouncing she was doing) Stella ran into the woman’s lingerie department where she met a smiling salesman thankfully as old as her forty-two years.

“Mishap at work?” the pretty black lady asked, obviously noticing Stella’s big right boob free and bouncing under her blouse while her left was high and supported.

“42dd?” lady asked and the woman turned from Stella for all of a minute then returned with a pretty white bra.

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“Would you?” Stella tried rushing with the lady back to the tiny fitting rooms as her cell buzzed and nipple rubbed against her blouse.

“Do you find that at the end of the day your breasts are just dying to relax a little,” the lady asked when they entered the tiny room and closed the slatted door.

She helped Stella remove her blouse and extricated her from the broken big bra.

“Mmmmm, yes,” Stella replied. “My breasts always feel like they’re in prison until I can get my bra off.”

“Well they are quite magnificent,” the sales lady said facing her now topless customer.

What happen next stunned Stella so much that she just stood there like a statue.

“I’m big myself, 36 double dees, but yours really…” the lady said, reached out, took Stella’s breasts in her dark hands and began massaging them.

“I just love to do my nipples at the end of the day, don’t you?”

Stella’s head began to spin, as the twisting of her nipples sent an electric shock straight to her clit and she tried to stay standing.

When was she needed back in the judge’s chambers?.

“You should go back braless, you are firm enough,” the lady said. She then dipped her smiling face and licked Stella’s right nipple, the one that had been so hard and suffering, and then her left.

“Oh, God suck…suck,” Stella moaned as the woman did just that in the tiny room.

“You want to return the favor?” the lady asked coming off Stella.

She unbuttoned the front of her shirt, unhooked her front clasp bra and presented rosy nipples on her chocolate melons to her new customer.

Stella lean forward and began to suckle the woman against the mirror of the changing room.

“I got to…I got to get back,” she said lifting her mouth off the pretty saleslady. “Can I…?”

“This will fit you, maybe a little tight but no fear of it snapping,” the saleslady said, removed her bra and helped put it around Stella.

“Oh God it’s so tight, I…”

“Yes you can,” the black woman said. “It will remind you to come back here at five-thirty and get me.”

“My pussy is on fire, ya know?” Stella said as they walked out of the dressing room and the salesgirl buttoned up completely.

“So is mine,” she said. “Imagine if I lick your tits that good what I will do to your pussy?”

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Stella left the store red faced but somewhat calmer then when she he had come in.

Damn she hadn’t even asked the salesgirl her name. Then again, she was wearing the woman’s bra, they were close now!

After School

Sunday, November 21st, 2010

At exactly 3:45pm Tommy entered Miss Parsons’ classroom where he found his petite teacher busily correcting some papers…one of which he knew was his less then stellar one from the day. The lady had her head down and didn’t realize the tall boy had entered until Tommy cleared his throat, startling her a little.

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“Oh good Tommy, good,” the smiling lady said looking up. “Come in, sit sit,” she said standing and walking to her classroom door to close it behind her thin high rump.

“Let’s see if we might address what’s been distracting you this week.”

“I uh, well, I don’t know exactly where to, I mean…”

“How am I going to help you if you don’t tell me what your problem is,” the teacher said taking a seat across from her student and leaning in to pat his hand. “I didn’t ask you to stay after school as a detention, I really would like to know what’s got you so, well, so not you this past week.”

“Well,” Tommy stammered, looking down. “You know, well, girl trouble I guess.”

“You’re dating Cheryl Raints, right? Lovely girl, very bright,” Miss Parsons said and Tommy finally looked up.

“Well, yeah, Cheryl, right.”

“Is this an intimate problem Tommy?”

Once again Tommy looked to his sneakers.

“Tommy,” his teacher said and he looked up again at that slightly scolding tone he had grown to know so well. “Please, there is nothing new under the sun here. I have been teaching a long time you know.”

“You know,” Tommy tried, “she doesn’t want to, well she does but she’s…”

“Cheryl thinks she’s too young, and isn’t ready for sex?”

“Uh, no, not exactly. She wants to all right, but well, she thinks I’m too big.”

Miss Parsons smiled at the embarrassed boy and sat back.

“Well Tommy, young girls, even the most popular young girls, are inexperienced.”

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“She says I’m a freak, Miss Parsons,” Tommy suddenly blurted. “I am coming to thing no girls is ever gonna let me…” “Nonsense young man, I’m quite sure that you are a normal young man who is letting the ravings of an inexperienced young girl get the better of him,” his teacher countered.
Tommy simply looked down again.

“Tommy,” Miss Parsons said standing then. “I’m going to prove to you that Cheryl is simply inexperienced, that you are perfectly normal, not a freak as she says.”

“Stand up and show me your penis,” she said.

Tommy turned six shades of red and started to wiggle, but Miss Parsons quickly cut him off. ”Tommy please, now?” Miss Parsons said reached over and tapped his wrist as she did to all her students when she wanted to get their attention.

Tommy stood slowly fixing his teacher with his gaze.

“Let’s get this over with so you can go home, and I can go back to correcting my papers.” Like a zombie Tommy moved, unbuckling his pants, unzipping his fly. Miss Parsons stood still the entire time, her thin lips set, her little green eyes staring at his. Finally reaching into his already tenting briefs, Tommy pulled his thick cock free and it began to grow in his hand as his teacher finally, slowly, inquisitively looked down.

The short teacher actually began to tap her foot as she assessed the hardening cock before her…but the tapping soon stopped.

“Um…well,” Tommy’s teacher said getting a real good look.

Tommy was right, his cock was huge!

“See, too big right?” Tommy said manipulating his log to fullness.

“Well, to tell you the truth,” Miss Parsons said, feeling her pussy flood and a blush come to her face.

“You do have a beautiful penis,” she sighed continuing. “Yes, it is rather large, but most women would adore having their vaginas filled with such a huge erection.”

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“Miss Parsons’ you’re just saying that to make me feel better. No one wants me, or ever will.” ”Oh, Tommy, you’re so wrong,” his teacher said and sat back on her chair. “Look.”

With this the lady lifted her short skirt, rolled her pantyhose down, and pulled her panty low to show Tommy her hairy cunt. Spreading her thick thighs wide, Miss Parson’s scooted to the edge of the low wooden chair and ran a finger between her fat lips.

“See how wet I am?” she said as Tommy stood there, one hand on his raging hard-on, rocking up on his toes as he looked down at his English teacher exposing herself to him.

“Get down here and see,” the lady added and Tommy did just that, knelt in front of his teacher.

The smell of the lady’s pussy, the fact that he was so close to a pussy and a pretty, wet one at that, made the boy swoon.

“You should taste it and see,” Miss Parsons said Tommy lean in and did just that. His mouth on Miss Parson’s hairy snatch he stuck his tongue through her fur and licked her thick sweet lips.
“Now tomorrow after class you can fuck me with that, Miss Parsons instructed. “But for now…”

Tommy knew the promise of more of this woman’s pussy would certainly keep him paying attention as she pushed his face even deeper into his teacher’s hot vagina.

For The Money

Friday, November 19th, 2010

Gwen Turner tried not to fidget while she waited for Miss Alden to read her resume.

“Hmmm,” the tall older woman hummed while flipping the pages slowly. When she was finished she closed the folder, removed her reading glasses, leaned back in her chair and asked: “Why do you want to work for Mr. Valentine, Miss Turner?”

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Gwen had experienced enough job interviews to know she couldn’t bullshit April Alden. Every woman in LA wanted to work for Hal Valentine and quite a few did. Gwen knew the money was good and she had heard the stories…both of which she wanted to experience first hand.

“For the money ma’am,” she replied. “Mostly.”

“A reasonable answer,” replied Miss Alden, “and by the way you smile when you say ‘mostly’ I assume you know about the ‘duties’, Mr. Valentine expects his girls to perform?”

“Well, yes ma’am, I’ve heard.”

“Let’s give you a try then,” Miss Alden said standing. Gwen followed the woman into the spacious house.

“This is as far as clothes are allowed,” the tall lady said. “When you’re naked and ready, go join the others out back.”

Five minutes later Gwen walked out to a low big pool, a sparkling blue and vanilla colored back patio, and seven women-all bustier, lankier and more beautiful then the next-strewn about on low cloth lounge chairs, naked as she was. She took one of the empty chairs at the eastern edge of the group, the girls smiled and said hello, then she turned to see Hal Valentine himself hopping out of the water.

The handsome man was naked to, his thick cock twitching with each glance across his bevy and within a few minutes he was fully aroused. He stood up and paced in front of the women; Gwen had heard the term “alpha male” but never until this very minute did she understand its significance. Standing in front of her was one of the richest men in the world and she felt her pussy lips pulsating with the complete knowledge that she’d just about do anything the man asked. She reached down and began to tickle a finger through her hairy pussy, trying desperately to gain Hal’s attention, almost not aware she was doing so. When she glanced over at the other girls, she was surprised to find that each and everyone of them was finger fucking herself in the hope of impressing the boss.

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With a motion of his hand, Hal indicated for a buxom blonde girl to get to her feet. Though she should have been, Gwen really wasn’t surprised when the pretty blonde walked from Hal, got on her knees on Gwen’s lounge chair then slid over Gwen’s belly up to her own sweaty big boobs. As with all of the girls here, the blonde was as hairy as Gwen and the two girls tried to maneuver their muffs so that their clits made quick contact. Moaning into position as Hal and the other girls watched, Gwen made sure she was right on target with her clit to the other girl’s, as the two women spread and ‘met’ violently. Hal looked down and began to jerk off over a real busty brunette who had dipped back her head and opened her mouth to take his hot come when he rained it down over her. Gwen and the blonde stiffened their sweet little pussies flooding and crying out in shared shattering orgasms.

Later that evening, while resting in her room, Gwen heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, April was standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

“From the boss, he was very impressed,” the woman said and

Gwen took the flowers.

“Please thank Mr. Valentine and tell him; I want the job,” she said smiling.

Lactation Room

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

Donna leaned forward to get a better look at the hose, in the process jiggling her milk-loaded big boobs side to side under her nightgown.

“This looks like it,” Andy said softly, standing up straight from behind her bed. “That little crack prevents the machine from making suction, which in turn, doesn’t allow the milk to be pumped from your breasts. I think you’re going to have to replace that hose.”

“Or,” the lady said, popped her right tit out and flicked at her engorged nipple. A dollop of milk released.

“It hurts a little bit, but it gets the job done, at least for now.”

“David’ll be able to fix that when he gets back,” Andy said gulping at the sudden sight of his neighbor’s bare breast.

“Yeah…” Donna sighed, then looking up at the handsome black man she asked: “Wanna give it a try? I mean, I got you outta the yard, I might as well…”

With trembling hands, Andy sat on the chair next to the pretty blonde and reached down for Donna’s exposed nipple.

“See, it’s easy.”

Of course the couple sprang into immediate arousal and as Andy flicked more drops out of Donna’s huge right tit the woman under him lean back and shaped her lips into a perfect ‘O’.

“Um, let me…” she said and Andy took his hands off Donna as the woman lifted her nightie off. Though her big milky tits had been the object of why Andy had come over in the first place, he couldn’t help but look at down at all of the woman’s perfect full body. Some women blossom in pregnancy, Donna was blooming these two months after giving birth to her son and if Andy was attracted to the woman before, he was raging hard for her now!

Donna’s pussy was a sprig of light pubic hair with a bright pink pair of lips running right down the middle. He wanted to touch it, he wanted to stare, get close, take a picture with his mind, but instead Donna said.

“Scoot up here with me and I’ll let you lick it.”

Andy knelt on the bed and had his head down into Donna’s crotch even before he got on the bed completely.

He first nosed around the outside of the girl’s lips, savoring the sweet smell, while Donna squirmed, trying in vain to get Andy to make contact with her protruding clit. He flicked his tongue at it, tease, taunted and tickled that nub of muscle, then finally, after what Donna felt had to be five minutes but wasn’t even one, Andy buried his tongue deep into her hot hole. Donna came instantly.

“Now you,” she said seconds after coming and Andy lay back. Donna wiggled down his body, undid his jeans and had his hard cock out and in her sweet little hands in seconds.

“Mmmm,” the girl said to the big erection in her hand, dipped her head and took Andy fully into her mouth.

“Oh God,” Andy moaned.

Andy’s neighbor’s woman’s mouth was a vacuum and Andy’s cock was getting the sucking of its life.

Looking down at her sweet innocent face, lips filled with his dark meat, Donna huge chest squished there at his thighs and her wide open wet crotch too far down for him to touch, Andy felt his balls clutch.

“I’m…I’m,” he panted as he fount a hot thick come blast down Donna’s throat.

“Do…Do…” Andy cried as his neighbor kept her mouth on his leaking cock and he gave her more and more and more…

She even reached down to her pussy and with two or three hard fast strokes on her clit, forced another orgasm.

A minute later Andy was wrangling his cock back into his pants.

“Now make sure you replace that hose and I think your pump will work just fine,” he said.
Donna rolled her head to face him.

“Mmmmmmm, I will, but not ’til Mark gets home. Could you check on me tomorrow?’

“Sure, what are neighbors for?” Andy asked and kissed the salty lips under him.

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Full Service

Monday, November 15th, 2010

“May I help you, sir,” the attractive young saleswoman asked Ryan while he scanned the display of nightgowns.

“Uh, yes, maybe,” he replied while feeling the material on one of the gowns. “I…uh…”

“Looking for a present, for wife, girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend, well, friend, well, yeah girlfriend I guess, I just don’t know, there’s so much here to choose from.”

The saleslady, who introduced herself as Dawn answered quickly:

“These might be a little on the old side for someone her age, follow me and I’ll show you something a little more appropriate.”

Grateful that he didn’t have to say anymore, Ryan followed Dawn as she walked by another equally attractive salesgirl to the rear portion of the store. Dawn stopped before a large selection of shortie nightgowns.

“These, maybe?” she asked.

“God, it’s hard to say, you know without seeing it on her,” Ryan said.

“Well, we do have policy here,” the lady said smiling. She lean in and Ryan smelled a light soft berry-like perfume and felt Dawn’s firm breasts brush his arm. “We are a full service store.” The lady winked, and turned to Jill on the floor.

“Taking five,” she said and Jill nodded back.

“Follow me,” Dawn said, turning back to Ryan and with one hand on his, the other grabbing a nightie she walked them back to the single room dressing area and pushed the handsome black man into the first stall on the right.

“This might give you a better idea,” Damn said, stood back from Ryan and began to strip.

She was a magnificent specimen of mid-thirties womanhood; long taut legs, a flat stomach, firm ample c-cup tits and that amazing face even then smiling down at Ryan as she stood there then in only her blue bra and thong.

“Of course to get the full effect what she might look under the nightie, the lady has to be naked,” Dawn continued, flipped off her bra and pealed down her panties.

A trim brown-haired mound faced Ryan below and hard little nipples above.

Ok, enough of this tease, he thought, moved forward and unzipped his pants.

“Why sir,” Dawn faked surprise, but before either of them knew it Ryan was up in the silky pussy before him fucking the salesgirl standing up.

“I think…I think,” he said into the girl’s soft neck. “I think this night gown will be perrrrfect.”

“Yes purrrfect!” Dawn moaned arching back as they stood there meeting just at their hot crotches.

“Can you wrap…” Ryan said, pumping up into the woman’s pussy. “… wrap…” he said and pushed once again into the fat wet lips eating his cock. “…wrap,” he repeated one last time as Dawn reached down, around and cupped his quivering ass into her.

“I can wrap it,” she said and smacked him. “I can wrap it for sure.”

Dawn lifted her right leg and welcomed the man even deeper into her wet spread lips.

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Ryan became a jack-hammer then as they rocked the little dressing stall and the walls shook. ”I love what you showed me,” he said deep up the woman’s wet hole.

“Glad to be of service,” Dawn said her lips pulled taut as this amazing man’s cock filled her.

Pounding, clutching, sweating even crying a bit-as least Ryan-the couple locked there and began to come.

“I…” Ryan said his cock jettisoning cream up into the warm wet place.

“I…” Dawn whimpered as her lips released and her liquid ran down between them.

Out side of the dressing room five minutes later, Dawn and Ryan both smoothing their hastily assembled clothes around them, Jill met them in the center of the store.

“Well?” the smaller girl asked the smiling couple. “Did you get him everything he wanted?”

“We are a full service establishment, right?” Dawn asked, walking her smiling satisfied customer by her smiling co-worker.

18 With A D-Cup

Sunday, November 14th, 2010

Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else’s. By 8th grade she was a solid C-cup, as a junior now she filled a very heavy 36D bra. All this big tit flesh ran in the family, as both of her older sisters were D’s and her mom and two aunts were double D’s. And none of the women were overweight. It was just that everyone was…’busty’.

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Amber received a whole lotta’ attention of course. Male teachers always give more notice to heavier endowed girls, and while Amber didn’t overtly flaunt it, she loved to make the boys (and men) in her high school squirm. Wimpy Mr. Fields, her law teacher, literally began sweating when Amber unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, and she had to admit that the man was probably her biggest victim. Teenage boys were easy to turn on, but a fifty-three year old man, that was fun beyond compare!

With two weeks left in the semester all the teachers handed out progress reports to let the students know where they stood. Amber had always done well in school and she figured her grade would stay its usual “B” in law but Mr. Field’s progress report that day indicated she was on her way to a big fat ‘D’, just like her double dees!

As the last bell rang Amber stuck her head round the corner of Mr. Fields’ door, catching the lanky balding man alone grading papers. Quickly unbuttoning her top two buttons, Amber sauntered in and Mr. Fields looked-up, of course managing a quick glance down her cleavage before meeting the girl’s little blue eyes.

“I…I can’t concentrate in class Mr. F.” she began, pouting her generous lips, leaning in far across the man’s desk. “I know you’ve seen how my grades have dipped this semester.”

“Yes, well…” the man tried sitting back.

“I…I have lots of pressures on me,” Amber said wiggling even closer.

“I…Yes, I’m sure a girl your age does.”

“It’s my chest,” the girl suddenly admitted standing up fully then. “I feel like such a cow with these two big things stuck to me, everybody stares.”

The teacher didn’t know what to do so he stood, sat back down and stood again. Amber thrust her chest to her law teacher nearly popping the three remaining buttons stretched across her big boobs.

“See? They’re just so so big!”

Amber bounced over to her stunned sweating teacher, put her hands in his and lifted his long thin clammy fingers, one to each breast.

She felt the guy try and pull away, but she held on to Mr. Field’s hands and whimpered more, helping the teacher knead her firm boobs through her open shirt and bra.

Poor guy, Amber thought, she could hear wheezing.

“The only way you can prove to me that they aren’t ugly is if you suck them.”

Mr. Field rocked back on his heels as Amber broke from him, opened the remaining buttons on her men’s button down, then spread it wide. She revealed her heavy popped up cleavage in the usual under-wire she always wore and lifted the bra up over her shelf of tits, bearing her bare white tits and even then hardening nipples.
“Please Mr. F. Please?”

It was too much for the law teacher to take. He dove in and began sucking and licking what he had dreamed of for so long.

Although he was a little slobbery, Amber had to admit the guy was a good tit sucker, she was growing wet as hell! She looked down to see a large tent in Mr. Field’s trousers, and figuring she’d rather an A then a B anyway, the girl reached down and began to rub the thin man through his pants.

A rather large cock filled her hands and as Mr. Fields continued to eat her tits-God she her clit was really engorging when he did that!-she unzipped the man’s fly, pulled out his warm hard cock and began jerking off Mr. Fields right there in her law class.

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The Urge

Friday, November 12th, 2010

“Oh, no,” Belinda groaned to herself. “Not now, please not now.”

No amount of self-pleading or denial would change the basic fact; Belinda was a lesbian who felt this uncontrollable urge boil up in her once every three months or so. The willowy blonde with the big brown eyes never knew exactly when she’s start ruminating over this particular fantasy, but when Belinda got it in her mind to be taken by a bull dyke, and taken hard, her frilly panties would drench-like they were then-she’d sweat through each torturously slow tick of the clock on her office wall and she’d bounce her little bottom on her deep leather chair thinking of nothing else except how much she wanted her aching pussy lips to be spread and her vagina pummeled hard by a thick deep dildo-ing.

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Five fifteen couldn’t come fast enough for Belinda.

As usual this particular bar was so dark that it took Belinda a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. She wished she didn’t have to come here, but the “Cat and Chew” was really the only place in town where she could answer her particular submissive urge. The nicer upscale lezzy bars across town were nice meeting places and occasionally you’d catch girls engaged in a little under the table pussy tickling, but all the girls knew the C&C was the place for the down and dirty stuff.
And as the pretty girl sipped her Jack and diet Coke, she knew that her need, her throbbing deep pussy ache, her poking nipple burn would send her even further, to that single door marked “Gals” at the back of the room.

Belinda finished her drink in one final gulp; walked past a group of woman dressed professionally like her then pushed open the bathroom door.

The light hurt her eyes after walking through such a dark bar but Belinda adjusted quickly enough to spy the scene she was all too familiar with, one that both revolted and excited her. A pretty young fem, maybe only a few years younger then Belinda’s thirty years, was up on the bathroom sink, her longs legs spread, her back against the wall while a broad-shouldered, big ass bull dyke stood up on her, a leather harness round her wide self, fucking the little girl so hard the mirror behind her was shaking. From her angle, Belinda could just about see the thick black dildo pumping the little girl’s spread flooding cunt.

“Paa…please,” the little girl brayed, evidently being rent open, but of course her fucker made no move to slow her pace; very much as Belinda wouldn’t have wanted her to.

The other occupants in the room were a leather clad dyke sprawled in a large stuffed chair with her legs spread and a cute little black girl on her knees before her, lapping at the bigger girls swollen, exposed red pussy. The aroma of female sex filled the room, a heady mix with the scene Belinda was witnessing and her own undulating urges.

The big dyke fucking the girl on the sink turned to the momentarily rocked Belinda.

“Been a while, huh?” the large lady said not stopping her stride. “Come for another good fuckin’ from Bobbi?”

Belinda was too overcome with fear and lust to answer immediately.

“Good keep quiet,” Bobbi continued and thrust real deep into the suffering pussy before her. The blonde whimpered and shook.

“The less you say the more I wanted to hurt you.”

“I’m done here,” Bobbi said a minute later, pulled back and the huge dildo slid and “popped” out of the drenched pussy it had been filling. The girl on the counter-top simply rolled away, knelt to the cold tile floor and huddled under the sink full fetal.

Ripping the condom off the huge sex toy Bobbi turned to Belinda fully then.

“Kiss me,” she said.

With her head bowed Belinda made her way over to Bobbi who immediately forced her mouth open and stuck her tongue deep into the shaking fem’s throat. As always the big bull dyke tasted of cigarettes and bourbon, instantly causing Belinda’s knees to go weak as she realized she was yet again succumbing to her most base desires here at the C&C.

“Face the sink,” Bobbi said breaking from the kiss.

Belinda walked to the wall, rested her forehead to the cool mirror, spread her legs and lifted her modest work dress. Having removed her panties at lunch time, she quickly showed her fine ass to Bobbi-and whomever else happened to walk in the bathroom-arched her back and presented her silky little pussy lips from behind for the big lady to take.

Through the mirror Belinda could see Bobbie fitting a new condom on that huge thick fake cock.

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