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Charlie hits the ‘jack’pot on the late shift.

Charlie looked at the clock at let out a long sigh as his printer spit out the last page of his receiving report. It was eight thirty four on a Friday night. With another long, grueling shift behind him, he grabbed the lottery ticket he’d bought at lunch off the bulletin board, shut off the lights and headed down the hallway, “You better be a winner baby,” he said as he kissed the ticket and stuffed it in his shirt pocket, “Ol’ Charlie can’t take too many more days like this.”

All that was left to do now was dump his reports in the in box on Jocelyn’s office door and he was off until Monday. Charlie had started in the shipping receiving department the same week Jocelyn had started in the office. Now, ten years later, Charlie was still doing the same job and so was Jocelyn.

The adventure continues.

I drove home still in a warm afterglow from that excellent milking. I realized that there was something very appealing to my submissive side about being milked like that on my hands on knees. It brought a smile to my face as I pulled into my driveway. I walked into the house with my briefcase turned toward me so my wife didn’t see the “got milk?” bumper sticker. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek in the kitchen and headed for the bedroom to change clothes and complete the chore that Lauren had assigned me.

You experience intense toy play.

I got you a new Dildo; it’s 15 inches long, and 3 inches thick! I know how you like that stuffed full feeling, but this time I think you’ve met your match.

I know how you like a challenge, and I thought I would raise the bar just a bit. You tell me “So far I haven’t had much luck, I can only get about half of the head in, not that I don’t cum like mad trying, but it is a bit frustrating; perhaps I need a bit more motivation, can you help to finally push me over the edge?” you ask.

“No worries, I think I have just the right solution to your problem,” I say with a grin, “besides, I’ve been wanting to try this on you for quite awhile.”

A bit of porn and cock stroking makes the hours fly.

If there are any stereotypes about the kind of people who work in a computer call center, then I fit the one of the lanky guy with glasses and unfashionably styled hair. If I flatter myself for being a reasonably handsome fellow, that opinion only comes from the self-confidence earned through maturity. It was not a view I particularly held at the time, which partly explains why I was still single when I could have and should have been doing rather better.

Naturally, I yearned for a mate, but in the absence of a willing girlfriend to expend my romantic energies on, I filled the void with issues of Penthouse and erotic novels. I was quite shameless in my daily masturbatory habits, but in the confines of my own bedroom, I tend to doubt that my activities were much different than those of any other men. This ‘normalcy’ would change and evolve over time, as my desire for sexual release led me to greater forms of experimentation and risk than simply jacking off in bed.

Lesbians enjoy some fruits, vegetables, and each other.

My older brother is a total asshole and goes through beautiful women like your average guy goes through disposable razors. He has a virtual stable of extraordinary young women. He also has a fabulous job and makes a six-figure income, so he can afford to make adjustments when necessary. If he finds a stunning girl who is nearly perfect but could use bigger breasts or a little lipo, he is perfectly happy to pick up the bill. He considers it a service to society and besides everyone walks away happy when its over. I was a little surprised though when his latest love, an amazing looking blond named Carissa, called my house crying. I was sitting by the pool naked, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze over my sweaty body when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard sniffling and I figured it was her. They all call me eventually with their tales of woe and I had worked on befriending this one. She is truly a gem of a girl. She is small and blond, with perfect breasts (compliments of Dr. Kaplan of course) and a flat little tummy. Her skin is the color of caramel. Her hair is golden and falls in ringlets down her back. Her eyes are the most unusual I had ever seen-they are gold. She has plump, pink lips that always look like they are pouting for a kiss. She was by far the most stunning girl I had ever seen him with. She was also very quiet and seemed subservient to him. I had thought more than once about how erotic she would look tied to my four-poster bed, with a gag in her mouth. It wasn”t totally out of the ordinary for me to fantasize about my brother”s girlfriends because they were all gorgeous and I am a very sexual person, but this girl was a favorite of mine. My brother knew it and often teased me that I could have her when he was done with her. She announced through tears that Andrew had broken up with her and could she please come over and talk. Naturally, I told her of course she could. I hung up the phone and put on my robe, going into the kitchen to make us drinks and a snack. She knocked on the front door as I finished and I went to answer it.

A guy, a chick, and a toy.

About six months after meeting Marcus he had encouraged me to buy a vibrator – not because he wasn’t UP to the task but because, well let’s just say I have an insatiable appetite, one that he’s happy to fill if he can, but a guy’s gotta work. So anyway, I bought a vibrator and got next to no work done for days. I even managed to miss a few texts from Marcus, which got him worried.

Early one afternoon I found myself lying around with not much to do so I grabbed my “new best friend”, lay completely naked in the middle of my bed and slowly let the vibrations wash over my moistening mound. I started moaning, deeply, so much so that I didn’t hear the tap on my door or the sound of someone coming in my (apparently unlocked) front door.

Cinnamon becomes obsessed with a black penis.

I came in off the busy street and stepped into the elevator along with dozens of others. We packed tightly into the small compartment, all pressed into each other as the elevator started to rise. I could feel the flesh of others all around me, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. By the fifth floor, however, after a couple of stops that let off only a couple of people, I was aware of a bulging protrusion that was pressing against my ass.

There was no doubt at all in my mind as to what it was. It was a hard, stiff cock that was demanding attention, and it had definitely gained mine. It moved about a little until it found my ass crack and then probed along it. I should have moved discreetly away as best I could, but it felt good and I didn’t move a muscle at first. Instead, I glanced over my shoulder to see a tall, elegant-looking black man in a suit. He smiled slightly and I could feel a surge in his penis as it pressed into my posterior.

Girlfriend talks her into using a miracle of technology.

“As told to Cockatoo, by Esmerelda Molybdenum-4 Sanchez-Smithe”

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Back when Chelsea Clinton was America’s first openly Lesbian president, it was really fashionable to be gay (or at least bisexual) again, just like it was back in the ‘zands. So for eight years, Henrietta and I happened to be in style. Now we’re out-of-touch nerdzos again, because these days, everybody who isn’t into the Het Anal scene gets looked down on like we’re dinosaurs or something. Well, I guess I’m no spring chicken. I’m in my sexual prime, and you know what that means for a gal. So what if I don’t feel like shaking it at the butt clubs with all the twenty-year olds? Put me in my ‘jamas, plant me on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, hook me into the Mesh for an old movie or two, and I’m your girl for the night. Besides, I’m happy and proud to be an old-fashioned rug muncher. I’ve got a dyke haircut, a life partner, and a purple wardrobe complete with comfortable shoes, the whole shebang. I’m just traditional that way.

Sam’s wife Likes her new virtual reality suit!

This is no Toy!

Sam was standing in the front door waiting for me when I pulled into the driveway. He almost ran to the car. “It came! It got here about an hour ago!”

“What are you talking about?” I laughed as he helped me out f the car.

“That thing I told you about from the radio show. A virtual reality suit!” he pulled me by the hand almost dragging me to the house. “Wait till you see it!”

I pulled up short stopping at the door. “Hay I thought you told me that thing cost a lot of money.”

She gets a taste of a stranger and wants more.

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He leaned against the wall, trying to appear nonchalant as he more than obviously stared at my breasts. Reaching into the pocket of his trousers, I could see from the corner of my eye that he was stroking himself. His tongue slithered out to wet the bottom of his chapped and bleeding lips. I could not help but watch him. He grinned upon noticing my gaze and said something I did not hear. I paused, then, having asked him to repeat, he questioned me about what type of underwear I was wearing. He wanted to know if I was wearing a thong, or cotton panties. Maybe I was into lace? Or perhaps I liked it better when I was wearing nothing at all under my skirt.