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I felt like something different this week, so I chose a young hunk at the swingers’ club this time. We decided on a home burglary theme. Since it was my week to have the house, it worked out fine.
I spent all morning waiting on him to start his “robbery”. Since I had so much time to think about it, I decided that I was going to turn the tables on this guy. Finally, shortly before noon, I heard a sound near the pre-arranged window and I hid close by with our gun (yes, I had made sure there were no bullets in it). Once he had gotten all the way through the window, I stepped out of hiding, pointed the gun at him, and demanded he undress. After he was totally naked except his hood, I instructed him to move to the bedroom where my toys were. I had him cuff his ankles into my leg-spreaders, and cuff his wrists with my pink, fluffy handcuffs. Now that he was at my mercy, I could use him any way I wanted. I put away the gun and brought out my flogger. I told him that I didn’t want to hear a word from him as long as I kept him.
I started out by making him pluck grapes & put them in a bowl, then feed me the grapes one at a time as I reached out and started stroking his cock. Once the grapes were gone, I sat up and started sucking his dick. I made him stand there while I gave him a blow-job to rock his world. When he started cumming, I backed off enough to let his load shoot on my face & tits. I ordered him to lick me clean while I undressed down to my stockings and high-heels. Once he ws finished licking up his own cum, I said “don’t stop!” and had him continue licking until he was done licking all my important spots. I then allowed him to fill my grape bowl with water, and let him lap up a drink from the bowl.
I led him back to the bathroom whose window he had crawled in through, tossed the cuff key on the floor and told him to let himself out the same way he got in.
Sure, this week was shorter than usual, but the thrill was worth it.

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Don’t you hate it when you go in to buy a case of beer , and you’re just a couple of dollars short? Well, that happened to me not too long ago, and I really hated it. I was trying to talk the clerk into letting me slide just this once saying all sorts of stuff, and I guess at one point I said something like “what, you want me to come over there and give you a blowjob?” because his face suddenly lit up and he said “yep, that would do it”. Well, I quipped back that the blowjob would go alot better if I could wet my whistle with one of those beers. He broke open the case himself and popped the top off the first can he grabbed. I crawled behind the counter, sucked down half the beer while he was fishing his little pecker out of his pants. I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow, swishing the beer around his cock. While working his joystick, I heard another customer come up, and made sure I flicked my tongue an extra lot while he was trying to read out their total. He finally came in a shuddering spasm. I washed my mouth out with the rest of the beer, stood up grinning, grabbed my beer and left.

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I was so bored last Saturday night, I figured I’d stop into a nearby sports bar and grab a bite to eat. Well, buffalo wings are alot better with beer, so I had a beer to wash them down with.
Next thing I know, I had a strong urge to go pee. I headed to the ladies’ room only to find this place had only one unisex bathroom, and it was closed. I settled up, and headed out to the parking lot … but my blader refused to be ignored. I figured that under cover of darkness, I could get away with ducking behind my car, soooo.. after a glance around, I took a quick squat.
I closed my eyes as wave after wave of golden liquid relief escaped. My eyes flew open, though, when I felt a rush of hot liquid hitting my face. There in front of me was one of the patrons I remembered from the bar, definitely drunk, peeing right on top of me … my hair, my face, my blouse … all covered in his golden stream. I had found a place so dark that he had chosen to use it as well.
For some reson this turned me on, and as his last drops came out, I made my move … I came foreward enough to start licking on his exposed cock. After his initial shock of the situation, he decided this was a good thing and stood in place enjoying the blow job. There I was … covered in pee, sucking off a stranger in a parking lot. What a turn-on.
When he was done, I hopped in my car and headed home. No words were ever exchanged, and he never even got a good look at my face.

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I’ve had this thing for the longest time: I wanted to be a belly dancer. I imagined myself tucked away in some harem wearing nothing but a tiny loincloth, dancing for important people, my body on display as I seduce them with my sultry moves.
I finally got up the nerve to sign up for belly dancing lessons, but when I showed up at the studio, the instructor said he didn’t think I had what it takes. He took me into a back room where another guy was waiting and told me to strip down to my panties and dance. Well, it didn’t take long before I was getting fucked by one of them from behind while sucking on the other one’s massive cock.
No, I didn’t have what it took to be a belly dancer, but I found other ways my sultry moves could seduce.

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Yesterday afternoon my computer started acting up. In a frenzy, I called my friend, Mary, and asked if her husband (a computer techie) could take a look at it.
He came over in the evening after work, and started in on my computer.
Watching him intently, I started imagining how he would look under those clothes. I started getting involved with what he was doing, brushing against him ever so slightly while asking questions.

I offered him a drink, which he accepted. While in the kitchen getting his beer, I loosened my robe that I had on, and slipped out of my panties … the only thing on under the robe. As I handed him the beer, I noticed his eyes travelling over my body, and knew the sparks had started.
I sat on the edge of the desk, leaning back slightly as I drank my beer. I allowed him to let his eyes roam while he thought I didn’t see him. I made sure he could tell there was nothing on under the robe.
As he finished up, putting the cover back on the computer, I knew it was time to make my move. Giving him a very seductive look, I reached between his pants legs, and rubbing his crotch gently, I said “There IS something else I need you to fix.”
Giving me a wicked grin, he said “I thought you’d never ask.”, and we headed back toward the bedroom.
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psst … don’t tell Mary.

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My husband Gary started hosting poker parties once a week. He would invite home people from work … friends, clients … whoever struck his fancy.
While he and the boys played cards, I would serve the chips and drinks, the whole time wearing a very short nightie and heels. Usually, me being dressed like that would be enough to distract the guys, and Gary would walk away the big winner for the night.
One particular night, though, this one nerdy dude just couldn’t lose. He’d draw a straight flush while his oversized glasses were falling off his nose staring at me.
As Gary’s luck went sour, the rules started changing. When Nerdy Dude would win, he could either take the pot or get a lapdance from yours truly. Of course, he’d take the dance.
Well, the other two guys weren’t just going to sit and watch, so they had to get involved. Next thing I knew, I was naked, with my belly on the cold poke-her table. Nerdy Dude was banging me from the back. I was jacking one guy, sucking my husband’s dick while the fourth masturbated. Give me a call if you want to hear the whole story.

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oooooo…I ate quite the hot dog for lunch when I popped out of the office around noon today for a quick bite.  I was standing in line waiting to pay for my sandwich at the deli and spotted this hot, young, very white Navy guy in uniform giving me the eye a bit further back in the line.  We exchanged smiles and I am pretty forward so I waited outside the door until he had paid.  He seemed pretty glad to see me when he stepped out the door and we had a little conversation and boy was there chemistry there.  We decided to have lunch together in the park across the street and found ourselves a nice, out-of-the-way bench to park on and eat.  Well, one thing let to another and before we had finished, my sandwich wasn’t the only thing I was eating.  And, lol, everyone talks about black guys and their major meat assets…this white boy was hung!  If you’re interested in the details of our little snack time or what I said when I got back to the office and the boss said to me, “Leslie, looks like you have a little bit of ice cream or something on your face,” give me a call.  Or maybe YOU have something you’d like to tell ME.  I am all ears…or mouth…or whatever…;)

Leslie

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