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Getting A Job (Sex Story)

Damn! If I didn’t find a job soon I was going to be in serious trouble.

Six months ago, I’d been full of youthful optimism, convinced I had what it took to be a writer. All the big publishing houses were in the city though and it didn’t take long for me to decide that that’s where I needed to be. Within a month I’d moved out of my parents’ house and was living in my own little rented room right in the city centre.

It had been great at first, but the money had soon run out. My landlady was giving me a hard time because I was two months late with the rent; bills were piling up daily and still not a job in sight, not even an interview

I thought back to the phone conversation I’d had the night before with my best friend, Julia.

“Look you should at least consider it Susi, it’s a great way to make money, and it only need be a temporary thing, just until you get some proper work”

I knew she was right. After all, when you’re in the position I’m in, you have to do whatever it takes, and ‘exotic dancing’ isn’t so bad, is it?

I didn’t know much about the strip clubs around here, the only one I had heard of was The Trolius Club in the red light district, but that seemed as good a place as any to start.

Early that afternoon, I dressed carefully in the sexiest, sluttiest clothes I had. When finally ready, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, the micro short skirt and low-cut blouse showed off my figure to perfection, at least I looked the part.

I made my way to the club, where the burly doorman gave me a friendly leer as he opened the door, and directed me to go down the stairway. I walked through the deserted reception area, and paused for a moment, I could hear a beat of music that seemed to waft from somewhere below. Looking around I could only see one stairway, so I made my way down them to the gloomy cavern below. Read the rest of this entry »

A Chance Meeting at the Club with a Girl Friend (Sex Story)

Tonight I was sitting at home when I called worked and April said that she was going to the club after work and asked me to meet her. I Decided to go. My other half was out of town and I had nothing else to do. I walked into the club and everyone was happy to see me. I had a couple of drinks. I sat there waiting for her to come in. All of a sudden the door swung open and in she walked. Her beautiful long hair, her lips said hello and I melted. She is so beautiful. I don’t think she had any idea that I felt the way I do.

We sat and talked for awhile. I drank a few more drinks and I was getting pretty wasted. She was sitting beside me and every once in a while she would run her nails through my hair. That just sent chills down my spine. I turned my stool to the side where her leg as between mine. I just wanted to lean over and kiss her. Not just a kiss on the cheek, but one that would make her melt like she makes me when she runs those nails through my hair. It was about 12:30 and I needed to go home. She looked at me and said you are not driving home.

I said and who is going to take me home, She said I am. I said no you are not! I can drive my self. She stuck her hand in my jean pocket and took my keys out, you can’t drive without these. I just looked at her. She grapped her coat and Said see you guys later I am going to get Terry home so she can sleep this off. I said yeah she won’t let me go home by myself. She grapped me by the hand and lead me out of the club. She leaned me up against the truck and started to unlock the door. Read the rest of this entry »

What are you going to do about it? (Sex Story)

My coworker Paul is an asshole. Paul and I both work as electricians at a manufacturing plant. It is dirty hard work but it pays well. Technically I’m Paul’s boss, but we work pretty independently. Paul enjoys ridiculing people and, because he is a huge guy, they just take the abuse to avoid getting pummeled.

During his first month on the job Paul was pretty respectful to me, but once he realized that I wasn’t really the boss type things changed. One day after our shift, we were both up in the locker room. I had just stepped out of the shower and Paul was standing there with a grin on his face that made me feel like a complete fool.

“That has to be the smallest little prick I’ve ever seen.” He said with his arms crossed in front of his over-developed chest. I was so humiliated; I felt my dick shrivel up even more. Paul was standing there confident I wouldn’t be able to do anything, and he was right. I’m not a big guy. I stand 5′ 8″ and 150 pounds with a penis that strains to reach its fully erect 5 inches. Because of my job I’m wiry and strong, but next to him I look 12. Paul is 6′ 4″ and weighs in at over 230. The lucky bastard was also on the preferred list when they handed out cocks. While I stood naked, and humiliated with my dick betraying me as it shriveled close to my torso, his dangled limp and heavy. The thing had to be 6 Ѕ” long flaccid and thick in proportion to the rest of his body. Read the rest of this entry »

Seven Years (Sex Story)

“Damn. I want to fuck your wife, dude.” Jason had a tendency to always say exactly what was on his mind. He was staring into the living room where Deb was talking with some of our other guests. I just smiled, shook my head and continued to deal another hand of euchre.

Today was our 7th anniversary, and to celebrate we invited over several of our closest friends, before taking the weekend at a swank hotel; just the two of us. I imagined two days of romance and sex-filled nights. It’s good to picture your goals.

“Put your eyes on your cards and off of my wife, ya’ dog.” I finished the deal. I had partnered with my buddy Dan, while the letch was teamed up with one his buddies from work, Bryan. Bryan looked at me with some apprehension like there was going to be a conflict. “Relax, man. Jason and I go all the way back to junior high. He’s been talking shit like that since I’ve known him. He’s always had a thing for my other halves.” I smiled good-naturedly.

“Yep, Ed’s always managed to get the lookers. Personality goes a long way. But I’ve managed to get a few of his girlies over the years.” That was true. Jason was always the better looking one. He was the sort of man that women drooled over. Over six foot and wiry, he kept his wavy blonde hair just above his shoulders. He’d stolen two of my high school sweethearts by taking opportune moments to relieve himself and expose his massive tool. My own dick was small compared to his, at just less than five inches, but I never let my size bother me. Women that would rather be impaled by a crude bastard, rather than tickled by a gentleman aren’t worth my time. Read the rest of this entry »

Sweet Treats (Sex Story)

All was quiet and things were winding down for the night. I was standing at the sink cleaning the last of the dishes. The window in front of the sink was open and the sounds and smells of summer were blowing into the kitchen with the summer breeze. I was lost in thought when I felt the warmth of hands at my hips. A smile spread across my face as I realized those were slowly making a move up my sides. They were continuing their slow sexy crawl when I felt the heat from breath on my neck. By now my smile was full as I felt the first brush of lips on my skin with goose bumps not far behind. I tilted my head and the kisses trailed, as hot as the weather outside.

“What do you think you’re doing?”, I asked innocently.

“Just working on dessert”, was the reply, in between nibbles.

Hot lips continued to work on the right side of my neck while a hand on my left side moved under my shirt and onto my belly. I was pinned against the sink so there was no where for me to go. The kisses were blazing a hot trail on my neck venturing to the left side when suddenly I felt another hand reach underneath to roam.

“You know, dessert sounds pretty good right now”, I said, turning around. I wanted to face those lips head on. I put my hands on his chest and realized it was wet. My hands had been still in the hot sudsy water. “Oops”, I said, trying to contain my giggle. Read the rest of this entry »

Good Morning Susi (Sex Story)

I whisper, “Good morning Susi.” As you awake warm from sleep, familiar sensations move through your body as my hot lips nuzzle your neck just under your left ear.

Little thrills arouse you further from your sleepiness and you feel them travel instantly to your pussy where it begins to twitch and moisten. My lips move slowly around the front of your throat, then gently upward to press against your open lips and play softly upon them. Just small little pecks at first, nothing deep and passionate yet. You feel yourself beginning to become aroused and very horny.

Your arms encircle me pulling me to your breasts, but before you have time to begin a deep passionate kiss; my lips move away and begin their journey upward to gently kiss your eyelids, and then slide around to nibble at your ear lobe. It tickles a little, but that’s ok. You realize the fun is beginning and the longer the foreplay lasts the better you like it.

You release a soft moan not so much from passion, although that is beginning to build, but from the enjoyment of being awakened in this manner.

You think,

“ This man may be an old fart, but he makes me feel marvelous when he makes love to me.”

I feel your breasts press against me. Your nipples are erect and poking my chest. I feel their hardness against my skin. Your breathing has quickened slightly.

Your smell, the aroma of a hot, passionate woman fills my nostrils and my cock begins to fatten. Not fully yet, as I am in no hurry to end loving you. I wish to languish in your warmth, the smell of your flesh, and the taste of your juices. Read the rest of this entry »

Mountain Drive (Sex Story)

The rain stops as we drive up the mountain, and the thunderclouds begin to break up, allowing the bright silver moonlight to illuminate the car. Turning the final bend in the road the valley opens up below, the city lights a carpet beneath us. Parking the car we just sit there, looking out, smelling the wet night air, the stars are starting to shine through the open patches of sky, brilliant in the just washed night air.

As you turn to speak to me, I have already turned in my seat to face you, leaning forward, my face is close to yours and rather than speak, our lips brush gently at first, then harder, our mouths opening and our tongues begin to softly explore. Pulling me in close, your hand in my hair, I moan softly into your mouth. Our kiss continues deeper, wetter, more urgent, and increasingly erotic.

Your other hand traces down my neck, over my collarbone, caressing me, drifting down to my breasts, over my erect nipples. Rubbing my nipples through my sheer dress, they continue to harden, and you finally break the kiss only to lean down, and pulling my dress low enough, suck first one, then the other nipple into your mouth.

I moan, leaning back, both your hands pushing my nipples together, your mouth and tongue frantically trying to suck all of me into you. My legs open a little wider, as my already short dress rides up on my thighs, exposing more of my legs in the moonlight. Gently running your fingertips over my legs, I moan louder and open my legs wider still, my dress now high enough to expose my tiny panties. Read the rest of this entry »

Sandra’s Salon (Sex Story)

It was a bright, sunny afternoon as I walked along the thoroughfare of a small town by the sea, where I was vacationing. I filled my lungs to capacity, to take in the delightful smell of the ocean breeze filling my nostrils. It brought back fond memories of my youth spent close to the ocean and now as a mature adult; I missed its familiar smell.

As I walked along the promenade next to the seaside shops, I felt the wind whisking my hair, what there is left of it, definitely nothing left on top. Actually it was only fluttering a little but nonetheless it was tickling my ears and I thought a trim was in order. I had just passed a shop that had a sign in the window for haircuts $20. I thought, this is a might extravagant, but what the hell I am on vacation and it is only money. I made my way back to the shop, ‘Sandra’s Salon’, as I entered a tiny bell tingled as the door opened.

I made quick note that the shop was empty and there was no one about. It was during the week and most people were at work. However, a moment later, a young woman of exquisite beauty emerged from the back room.

The first thing I noticed was her infectious smile that would make any man melt and pique his interest. I felt my cock twitch as it does when I meet a beautiful woman, but didn’t give it too much thought. I was busy drinking in the beauty that just appeared before me. Sandra is a tall blond and apparently proud of it since she must have been 6 ft tall in her pantyhose and was still wearing 3” heals. She is a blond with penetrating eyes that captured my stare as I examined her statuesque figure. I quickly scanned her ample breasts, 36 or 38, C’s or D’s, her small waist, 22”- 24”, slender hips, all sitting atop of those long willowy legs. Read the rest of this entry »

Trucker’s Delight (Sex Story)

My plane has engine trouble, so the flight is delayed for two hours. We do not get into Salt Lake until after 9:00 p.m. After getting my luggage and the rental car, I am not on the road until almost 11 p.m.

Heading for remote Wyoming, I am tired and hungry not having eaten for 9 hours. I am literally in the middle of no where.

The car starts to slow. My gas pedal is floored. As the car continues to slow, I guide it to the side of the road. I am probably hundreds of miles from a gas station, no farms or house lights are visible, and I don’t have a cell phone.

I lock up everything, sit with my flashers on, drinking water, and listening to a CD that I had the forethought to bring.

Lights. Thank God, I’ll be rescued. It passes on by. The CD is finished. I turn on the engine just for a bit to heat the car as the cold night air settles in.

Then, a big truck stops. The trucker walks up to my window and offers help. He looks safe enough. He gives me his name and shows me his license. So, I pop the hood. He checks things out, then tries to start the car himself. It turns out the gas gage is broken. Read the rest of this entry »

The Priest Teaches His Flock (Sex Story)

Chapter 1 Sally is Punished

It is the late 1950’s in the farming region of the Bible belt. The economy is booming, with bountiful harvests. Even in good times farm life is still hard. The farmers in this region have a deep religious background and this permeates from the job into the family life and upbringing of the children. The church has an enormous hold over the lives of the people.

Father John, the local Catholic priest had only been in this part of the
country for about a month. He was just starting to get use to the rural
life, his other parishes being in very large cities. He had been on a
“retreat” for the last six months, the church forcing him to undergo a
forced re-indoctrination training. It was because it was his third offense. He had been caught two other times for “sexual misconduct”. The other two times he was just transferred to a new parish, in a new part of the country. The Bishop usually admonished him for his sins and made sure that he was no longer his problem. When transferred, his new parish never knew about his past “sins”. The last time involved some thirteen year old girls, Father John preferring them younger and younger each time. He had to undergo a period of “meditation” at a seminary for “trouble priests.” He had played the game well, confessing his sins, humbled by his transgressions and acted genuinely repentive of his sins. The church welcomed him back, a new man with a new parish. But his new parish was no longer in a big city, no longer a large church, they had moved him to a small town in the bible belt hoping that he would have less chance to re-engage his past problems.

The church had about 100 members including all of the children. It was over 150 miles to the nearest good size city. In this town, Saturday night was the movies and then home. Sunday was set aside for church and family. Father John was welcomed graciously by the town folk, them being without a parish priest for over six months since their last one passed away of old age. To the town, Father John was their savior, a fairly handsome man in his mid forties, intelligent, personable with the entire town folk, especially the woman and a wise, religious man. Read the rest of this entry »