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Trucker

Friday, July 1st, 2005

If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how strange

life can be. I’m a truck driver which isn’t the most common thing

in the world, but even stranger is the fact that I am quite

attractive. I’m five feet two inches, weigh one-hundred and

fifteen pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I meet

a nice man, he asks me the same question men ask hookers. “How did

a nice girl like you get into a dirty business like this?” To top

it all off, I have four huge brothers who are also truck drivers,

and who have taken it upon themselves to protect my virtue at all

cost. So you can see why it might be hard for me to get laid,

especially by a good man.

I remember one man in particular. It is almost comical. He

buzzed me on the C.B. one afternoon while I was on a California

run, saying,” Breaker for the good-lookin’ blond that drives the

silver rig. If you’re within hearing, meet me at midnight at the

Stop and Slop on Exit 89.” His voice sounded nice, and I decided

to meet him. Like I say, it isn’t the easiest thing for me to meet

men in my profession. So, I arrived promptly at midnight, and

guess who had beaten me there: two of my four goonish brothers.

It took all the convincing I could muster to convince these boys

to refrain from smashing the man to a pulp, but eventually I did.

As they left, I turned to apologize, thinking that the man

wouldn’t have anything to do with me now that my brothers had

threatened his life. I was disappointed because the man was very

attractive. I started to speak, and he reached up and touched my

lips with his fingertips. It was like an electric shock struck my

body, and we suddenly melded into one another’s arms and, from

there, in to my rig.

I don’t know what happened to me, but somehow I couldn’t

resist his advances as he groped my tits, and mauled my pussy

through my jeans. The next thing I knew, my pants were down around

my ankles along with my panties.

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Blind Date

Thursday, June 23rd, 2005

Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot? 18th and M? He

said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place. They serve food, too? He said

not to be late, or I’d miss the show. Oh, well. Here it is. Hmmmmmm.

Nice neighborhood. Nice place.

The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was

I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on

stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly

guessing this is my date.

We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess. She looks me

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

“Number 5.” That’s quick! And I’m number 6? My heart starts to pound.

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

“Number 6.” I get on stage and look around. Small audience. As I

unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me

support. Next my skirt. Oh shit. Pantyhose. Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

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Hard Working Girl

Thursday, June 9th, 2005

‘What is life all about? I wish somebody would tell me, someone

whose opinion I respect, that is. Until that happens, I can only be-

lieve that life is just one hard slog from start to end.

I’m now twenty-one, and for the past two years my weekly routine

has hardly changed. Monday to Friday I study medicine at University

where I am a live-in student, and the evenings are spent doing tutorials

or catching up on some writing. I hope one day to be a hospital con-

sultant but have a further three years to go in order to get my degree.

Saturdays I work from ten until six as a checkout operator at my

local Sainsburys to supplement my grant, which means by Saturday night I

am absolutely fed up with work. I’ve found the only way I can cope is

to just let go and enjoy myself for a few hours, which for me means get-

ting screwed, hard and as often as possible.

Since coming up to Cambridge I’ve had sex with an awful lot of men

and been called a slag many times, but I don’t care. So long as I can

fuck my brains out between Saturday night and Monday morning, I can face

the week ahead with my soul refreshed. Its so good for the complexion

too, and the few blemishes that I used to have are now gone, leaving me

with peachy perfect skin. I’d recommend any girl to fuck as much as she

can while she’s young and horny, and ignore the stupid do-gooders who’re

only jealous anyway. By now I must’ve persuaded dozens of young girls

to become as sexually promiscuous as I like to be, and whenever we meet

they all look really lovely now and are enjoying life to the full.

Every Saturday after work I cycle back to the hall of residence and

have a lazy soak in the bath before preparing myself. When I’ve dried

myself I rub masses of body lotion into my skin, paying particular at-

tention to my tits, cunt lips and arse. By the time I have finished,

my boobs glow like rich creamy globes, each topped with a rigid brown

teat begging to be sucked, and as my puffy lips protrude down from my

cunt a really horny sex-loving feeling starts to permeate my crotch.

After brushing my hair and putting the minimum of make-up on my

face, I then dab Chanel 19 onto a few crucial areas of skin before get-

ting dressed. The objective is to get noticed, so I don a flimsy pink

lace-up camisole with suspenders attached, stockings with the words

“love” and “sex” tracing a pattern up to the thigh, and a very brief

wrap-over skirt which blows open to the waist. My full milky breasts

and hard brown nipples are left completely visible through the sheer ma-

terial of the camisole top, while sexy high heeled shoes complete my

wanton appearance.

To save money I usually catch a bus to my first call, and ignore

all the looks, nudges and stares from the other passengers. My destina-

tion is a working mens hostel in the cheapest part of town. I’ve become

well known there for my Saturday night visits and a crowd normally gath-

ers by the time I arrive at about seven-thirty. There are two large

dormitory type rooms and I make my way into one or the other, then take

off my skirt before I lie back on one of the beds, spread my slendour

legs wide apart and frig my bare cunt until the juices bubble out.

The men there are mostly labourers working away from home, and I

love their down-to-earth dirty language with “fuck” and “cunt” in almost

every sentence. Usually, it doesn’t take many minutes of fingering my

pussy before some of the bolder ones make a move, and I love to just lie

there while they take turns at pumping hot spunk into my womb. Ooh,

just thinking about it now brings a tingle to my randy cock-loving cunt.

At weekends I’ll fuck anyone to get lots of spunk into me and I never

care what the men look like as they’re reasonably clean, their cocks get

hard and they can shoot plenty of cum.

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Seduction

Friday, May 13th, 2005

***She***

I’ve got the itch tonight, but it seems a slow night. There’s only

one unattached guy at the bar, and he’s not my type.

I’ve seen his kind before. He’s my male counterpart – handsome, almost

pretty, experienced at seducing women, but slightly jaded by the sheer

numbers of his conquests.

No, I like them a bit more naive. More… Tender.

Still, a little practice never hurts…

***He***

Nothing’s happening here tonight. Once I finish this drink, I’ll move

on and see if the action’s better somewhere else.

The only unfettered female in the place is not my kind of girl – not

enough tit, too thin lips. She looks like she’s trolling too.

Definitely not the innocent, adventurous sort I prefer.

Standing up from the barstool, I glance over at her table, for no

particular reason.

My gaze sweeps past her without really looking as I head for the door.

Then something niggles at my mind and I turn back… There! She’s got

this LOOK on her face – Catherine Zeta Jones eyes. Smoldering,

inviting, laughing and daring.

I always was a sucker for a challenge…

***She***

The LOOK got him. He’s coming over.

The trick now is to brush him off, preferably with a hard-on.

I look elsewhere as he approaches. He doesn’t speak, but stands so

close that if I turn, I’ll be staring at his zipper. I can smell him.

Just a hint of cologne, or possibly soap, underlaid with a feral

masculine scent. This is… unexpected.

I feel my silky brown hair guided away from my face with a single

finger. The game is well afoot now. He has picked up the gauntlet.

***He***

She pretends to ignore me. I know a challenge when I see one, though,

and decide to change the rules of the game.

Standing at her shoulder, I say nothing. Her nostrils flare as she

picks up my scent. I pull back her hair and bend, kissing softly at

the nape of her neck.

I feel a shiver in response…

***She***

The kiss to my neck has almost undone me! He is not playing by the

rules!

Very well, then, no holds barred!

I stand. I will walk away without looking back.

I turn away, but he’s standing in front of me, and now my face is

nearly pressed into the vee of his unbuttoned shirt. The valley

between his pects is as deep as that between my breasts. That SMELL

almost overwhelms me and I can’t help but look upward.

The challenge is clear in his eyes, and it steels my resolve. I look

him up and down and toss my head in disdain, then try to push past

him.

His crooked finger under my chin stops me…

***He***

This is getting interesting!

I stare into her eyes, putting passion into mine as I let the finger

under her chin slip down to trace the curve of her neck and the soft

valley of her meager cleavage.

She doesn’t turn away as I bend to kiss her. Her lips melt for a

moment, then press tightly together. As I start to pull back, she

follows, softening again, and accepting my tongue.

Lips or no, she can kiss!

I feel my cock stirring in the leg of my trousers!

***She***

Well, now! No wonder he’s confident! My pussy starts to weep from the

passion in his kiss! At first, I want to escape, but realize it’s

futile. I must play this out, so I go on the offensive, and kiss him

back!

My tongue explores playfully inside his mouth, refusing to duel with

his, but not avoiding it either.

His hand just above my buttocks covers most of my back with heat, and

my nipples harden as I feel a large bulge start to grow where his

trousers press into my belly!

***He***

Pulling away from the kiss, I grasp a ringed earlobe between my teeth

and bite gently, eliciting a lustful gasp!

Slender, sharp-nailed fingers slide through my hair, sending chills

down my spine! They grasp a double-handful of my hair pull my head

away!

Warm lips and sharp teeth leave a trail of fire along the inner curve

of my chest muscle as those nails dig into my scalp!

My erection is trapped painfully in the leg of my slacks, and I pull

back to give it room to rise.

***She***

We pull away and gaze into each other’s eyes, passion smoldering just

beneath the surface as we both realize we’re in the wrong venue for

the next round.

Without a word, we head for the door. In the dark of the small parking

lot, we each press the keyless entry buttons for our cars.

Damn! His Ferrari trumps my Porsche, and I push the other button on my

key tab, re-locking the Porsche.

With aplomb, he offers a hand to help me into the passenger seat. I

have no choice but to accept.

Nothing is said as the powerful engine of the red, low-slung car

sweeps us toward his home-court and away from mine.

***He***

I can’t help feeling a little smug as I offer my hand to help her out

of the car.

In the elevator, I use the back of my middle finger to caress her

slender neck down to the point of a white shoulder bared by the

slippage of her top, leaving her looking somehow vulnerable.

She shivers and turns to me, slipping a small hand inside the open top

of my shirt. Her eyes burn into mine as those fragile fingers caress

my pects and push the shirt off my shoulder.

An electric current shoots down my spine as her teeth close on the

bared nipple and instantly release, followed closely by a quick, wet

tongue.

***She***

I lick and chew at his hard, tiny nipple, trying to regain some lost

ground.

The zipper at my back slips downward and a large hand finds its way

inside my top just as the doors of the elevator ‘ding’ and open.

Muscular arms sweep me off my feet, and without apparent effort, he

carries me to an apartment door.

Somehow, without disturbing me as I recline in those strong arms, he

manages the unlocking and opening of the door.

Lights come on as I’m transported into a spacious living area that

fairly screams ’seduction zone’!

I’m deposited on a large ottoman in the center of the sunken living

area, and music fills the room from unseen speakers.

A drink is thrust into my hand and I sit up to take a sip, not

bothering to pull my top up as is slips down my arms.

He sits, watching, sipping his own drink, on the circular sofa

surrounding the ottoman.

I am on display, so I take the role and run with it.

***He***

She extends the almost empty glass and I take it from her, admiring

her bare shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts.

Slowly, gracefully, turned half away from me, she removes the silky

fabric of her top, putting on a show. The skirt follows and she

reclines her deliciously naked form in the center of the ottoman.

On her petite frame, the smallness of her breasts makes her look more

vulnerable, more fragile.

She writhes upon the ottoman, one knee up, the other leg extended. An

elegant finger slips eagerly into the thatch of curly brown hair at

her vee, parting the moist folds and penetrating far inside.

The other hand clutches a small tit, squeezing hard before taking the

rigid little nipple between thumb and middle finger, pulling it far

from her body. Her hips rise to meet her two middle fingers.

***She***

My passion play has the desired effect, and soon his muscular body

appears above my head where it hangs off the edge of the ottoman. His

long, hard cock accepts the invitation of my half-open lips.

My left hand slips between his legs and urges him inward. I haven’t

had a cock like this in ages, and I savor every thick inch of it as it

slips further and further down my throat!

My middle finger toys with the crinkled ring of his anus as my lips

bury themselves in the sandy thicket of his pubic hair, causing his

prick to pulse in my throat.

With a quick thrust, I bury the finger in his rectum and use it to

pull him away from my face, only to force his rod back in, knowing the

effect my moans would have on his sensitive glans!

***He***

The sight of my cock stretching her bulging throat, and the combined

sensations of her finger in my ass and the velvety heat of her mouth

have pushed me to the edge and I know it won’t be long.

I fuck her willing mouth and throat with long strokes. Faster and

faster I plunge into the inferno, finally stopping, buried as deep as

I can go! My explosion blasts cum straight into her stomach!

Pulling out, I let the last couple of spurts go in her mouth.

Gazing defiantly into my eyes, she swirls it around with her tongue

before swallowing.

***She***

Elation fills me as he cums in my mouth! I have won! Now I can dress

and leave!

But, wait! What’s this! He’s still rigid as an iron rod!

He pulls me up and kisses me deeply, not caring that his cum still

coats my mouth! Lips, tongue and teeth assault my senses as he works

his way down my neck to my breasts!

He is not gentle, and my body responds to his urgency with passion.

His teeth set my screaming nipples on fire, and my loins burn as his

finger plunges deeply, then withdraws, dragging deliberately across my

G-spot!

My other breast is totally engulfed as he sucks the entire orb into

his mouth, battering it with his tongue. As it slips from his

moistened lips, sharp teeth on hard nipple send lightning down my

spine!

Two fingers plunder my dripping sex, now, and withdraw to slip up the

sides of my distended clit! Oh God, he is a masterful lover!

***He***

I’m in my element now. I kiss and nibble my way down her heaving

abdomen, pausing to play with the ring in her navel, then working my

way down to the supersensitive flesh at the crease where thigh joins

torso.

Shivers race through her as my tongue plays in the soft flesh of this

forbidden valley. My fingers play a concerto inside her. I know the

places that women like to be touched, and I play them like a fine

instrument.

My tongue circles her throbbing clit, then flicks rapidly back and

forth across it as the pads of my fingers caress her G-spot.

BAM! Her first climax has her screeching into the back of her hand!

**She***

This is not going my way at all! My orgasm rips through me as he takes

over control of my body!

Twice, three times more his magic fingers and tongue wrest spasms from

my heaving body!

Like a rag doll, he turns me onto my knees. With three fingers inside

my sopping pussy, his tongue plunges deep into my ass!

Oh no! He’s discovered my secret! I wail in despair and surrender to

his invading tongue as it ravishes my quivering rectum! My orgasm is

almost continuous now, I scream and writhe on the ottoman, not sure

whether I want to escape or push back and impale myself more deeply on

his cursed tongue!

Suddenly, my gaping orifice is empty, and I shriek in frustration.

***He***

She’s mine now! I kneel up and align my throbbing manhood with her

quivering pussy.

One long, slow, plunge, and I’m nestled hard against the musclular

lump of her cervix. Her vagina heaves and caresses the length of my

hard shaft as a guttural moan escapes her throat!

Hard and fast, I plunder and plow her tender tissues, swiveling my

hips at the far end to prod and stretch new places within her. Her

moans are continuous and her hips drive backward to meet each thrust.

It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to keep my orgasm from

tearing itself out of my rampant shaft, but there is one more conquest

I must make to complete my victory!

***She***

Heaving and grunting like a pig, I revel in my subjugation! His

conquering shaft drives me through climax after climax, as I wait,

with fear and anticipation for what is to come.

We both know how this must end, and my cringing rectum opens wide

around the plunging shaft, screaming in pain, spasming in ecstasy!

Deep into my bowels he plunges, taking what he wants – what I must

give! Hard and strong, his conquering spear stabs my guts, rearranging

my intestines, making a permanent home for its victorious presence!

His hips swivel, and the bloated plum of his glans swirls and hollows

out my colon.

No climax in my life has come from so deep in my soul! No orgasm ever

wrenched itself from my body with such violence, such utter

indifference to what might or might not be left in its wake!

***He***

Her final orgasm begins as a subsonic rumble in her chest, then rises

to a growl, a cry, a scream, a screech, and finally, a shriek that

fades into the ultrasonic!

Her body goes rigid around my exploding shaft, and blackness threatens

to engulf me as my body empties its entire store of pent-up passion in

a series of violent explosions! My lava coats and fills her bowels as

I savor my victory with tiny strokes in the gritty velvet of her

quivering fundament!

***She***

As, with effort and his help, I extract myself from the Ferrari, he

hands me a calling card. With a tiny smile, he accepts the one

extended from my fingers.

His smile broadens as he reads what I’ve scrawled on the back:

‘Rematch?’

He gives me a curt nod as I turn to head for my Porsche, realizing

with shock that we have yet to hear each other speak.

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