Vanilla Cream Donut

Julie knocked on the door as if not wanting to break it. This was somewhat pointless as she was the only person left in the donut shop. She and the person on the other side of the door, that is.

“Come on in,” the person’s voice rang out.

Julie opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her. The click of the lock as she depressed it in the doorknob seemed deafening to her in the otherwise quiet office. Jim Thornton looked up from the paperwork on his desk.

He gazed at Julie, who was dressed in a buttoned white shirt and schoolgirl-like short plaid skirt, holding a donut bag. She was nineteen, with a faultless body and thick, layered brunette hair that didn’t quite make it to her shoulders.

“Hi, Julie,” Jim said. The thirty-year-old manager of the shop put down his pen and smiled.

“Hi. Sorry if I interrupted anything,” she said shyly.

“Of course not,” Jim assured her. “Have a seat.”

The manager’s small office consisted of a couch, two chairs, a desk and filing cabinets. Jim watched Julie walk towards him, her skirt shifting back and forth. She sat in the chair in front of Jim’s desk, crossing her long legs and letting the skirt ride far up her thighs. She placed the bag on the floor next to her.

“What’s up?” the manager asked her.

Julie hesitated, taking in a deep breath and slowly running the fingers of one hand over her top leg, from the bottom of her skirt to her knee.

“I’m thinking of moving out of the dorm into an apartment,” she said. She was a Junior at a local college, working her way through school with various jobs at places whose hours didn’t interfere with her classes.

“Great,” Jim said enthusiastically, then paused. “And you need more money.”

Julie looked at him sheepishly, before a serious look crept over her face.

“I can’t believe how much they want for rent. And the down payment is…,” she began to say.

“I know,” Jim interrupted.

He looked at her for a moment. She had worked for him for almost a year, asking one other time for a raise. In that instance, she had used her body to “influence” his decision. He had privately hoped for another request from her ever since.

Jim looked at the donut bag next to her.

“Are you taking home a snack?” he asked.

Julie’s eyes fell to the bag and back to her boss.

“No. It’s for you…us,” she replied.

Jim needed no explanation. She had brought a bag with her last time, also. This time he knew what to do. He stood and walked around the desk, moving behind Julie’s chair. She watched his athletic body until it disappeared behind her. A shiver went down her spine in anticipation.

“So, you brought me a donut,” Jim said softly. “And you’d like to share.”

Julie nodded silently.
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Flashing The Plumber

Jake and Cindy Harrison had awoken feeling sexy. For Cindy, this was not an unusually occurrence. At twenty-eight years old she felt at the peak of her sexuality and was most certainly not going to waste the opportunity of her older husband feeling the same way. During the night the t-shirt that she habitually wore to bed had ridden up. She also wore an old pair of black panties and she could already feel a significant damp patch forming at the crotch. Brushing her long blonde hair back from her pretty face she pulled the bedcovers back, her fingers quickly fumbling at her husband’s groin. She sighed as she freed his hard but modestly sized penis. Really she wanted more but she was feeling far too horny to mind that now. Opening her mouth she lowered her head and took him between her lips.

Jake Harrison sighed deeply as his wife fellated him. Not normally an extremely sexual person, he had been a little surprised at his own ardour that morning. But Cindy gave a great blowjob – that could not be denied – and as her head bobbed delightfully up and down on his cock he could feel the pressure already beginning to rise in his balls. It had only been a few minutes but it had been worth it and, with a groan of sexual gratification, Jake raised his hips and ejaculated into his wife’s mouth.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Jake said weakly as he watched his unsatisfied wife rise from the bed and prepare to dress. “It just happened too quickly.”

“Hmmm. Oh, that’s okay.”

Jake knew it wasn’t okay at all. But his moment had passed. He knew that there was no way he would be able to do anything now for Cindy.

“Sorry.” He mumbled again quietly.

For a moment, Cindy was silent, gazing absently out of the window as the morning sun filled the room.

“What time did you tell the plumber to call?” She suddenly asked.

“Ten-thirty. Why?”

“Well he’s here now and it’s only just after nine. He’s sitting on the wall smoking a cigarette.”

Cindy smiled. A sudden wicked thought had just crossed her mind. She pulled back from the window sharply and turned to face her husband.

“Why don’t I flash him?”

“What?” Jake replied. The confusion on his face was clear.

“You know. Flash my tits at him! He’s not seen me yet, I could pretend that I didn’t know he was there!”

Jake could see the way that his wife’s firm breasts rose and fell beneath her shirt as she breathed. She was still quite obviously in a state of great excitement – his fault, he knew – would it really do any harm to let her flash her tits at another man?

“Sure, why not!” Jake smiled. He felt it was the least he owed her.

Dale West sat with his back to his van and drew the smoke from his Marlboro deep into his lungs. He looked at his watch again and then back at the house. He was too early for this job he knew, but the kids had been playing up this morning and his wife had been nagging him to take her shopping. Getting out of the house on the pretext of an urgent job seemed to be the best way out!

His eyes were drawn back to the house by a movement from the upstairs window. A woman – presumably the lady of the house – was at the window in a t-shirt. Dale was glad there was something going on. Maybe he could get this job finished early and get down to the bar in time for a lunchtime drink. But as he prepared to collect his tools from the van he noticed something that stopped him dead in his tracks. The woman had clearly not seen him yet and was peeling off her shirt as she stood in front of the window!
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Girlfriends Mom Is My Personal Slut

Several years ago I was dating a lovely girl Rachel. I was 24 and she was 21. Rachel was a tall, thin, pretty girl with long brunette hair. She was studying at university and still living at home with her mother (Sandra) who was divorced. Most of the time we would meet out at pubs and clubs and we would go back to my place to fuck. Although she was a lovely girl she was very prudish and sex was very basic. We very rarely got past missionary position and once in a blue moon she would go down on me but she would never let me come in her mouth. After several months she asked me to o to her house and meet her mother.

The first thing that I noticed about Sandra when I met her was how beautiful she was. She was 45 years old, about 5’4″ tall, had short blonde hair, was a size 12 and had beautiful 34C tits. She was very feminine and was dressed impeccably wearing a knee length tight red skirt, blouse and three inch heels. I could hardly stop staring at her and was very happy to see the outline of a g-string under her skirt as I followed her to the kitchen. Over the next few months I spent more and more time at Rachel’s house often just watching TV and talking to Sandra while Rachel was studying. I enjoyed Sandra’s company and loved the way she always dressed very well and was very classy. I often tried to imagine what her body was like underneath her clothes and I got the feeling that she sensed that because she would often wear blouses and leave a few buttons undone while I was around showing a lot of cleavage and then do them up when Rachel came in and she would also bend over a lot showing off her ass. He skirts were always tight and you could see the panty line through the material.

My relationship with Rachel was going well but trying to spice up the sexual side of it up a bit and make it more interesting, when her birthday came around I bought her a matching set of lingerie – bra, g-string and suspender belt and some stockings. When she opened the box that it was in she was horrified. She said that she could never wear that sort of clothing because she would look and feel like a slut.

Our relationship continued on and sex stayed plain and boring. The most exciting part was to try and get a quickie in before Sandra got home from work of an evening. Rachel would study all week and every second weekend she would go interstate to spend a weekend with her father and his new girlfriend.

I came to find out over time from Rachel that her father had run off with his secretary and that his affair and leaving had really hurt her mother Sandra. Their marriage had never been very good and he had often hit Sandra but she had gotten used to it. She had become very submissive to him and he would often humiliate her in front of friends by touching and feeling her up in front of them and taking her to the bedroom and fucking her while the friends were in the lounge room. On several occasions Rachel had come home and seen her mother on her knees sucking her fathers cock, and she had laid in bed at night and heard her parents fucking and his father telling his mother what a slut she was. I guessed that this was the reason why Rachel was sexually prudish.

After hearing about that I felt sorry for Sandra but also had many dreams about her, imagining that I was her husband and that it was me who was fucking her and making her suck my cock. They usually ended with me wanking myself and ending up with a hand full of sticky come.
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Cum Slut

I was desperate for cash, so I posed for a photo layout. Not a department store ad or a catalogue. A stroke magazine… you know, one of those glossy magazines in shrink wrap with titles like “Top Heavy” “D-Cup” “Co-Ed Sluts” and bright round orange stickers “XXX SPECIAL 3 for $7.99.” It was a friend of a friend who offered the job. I heard the voice-mail, “Hi Annie, Sonja told me you need work. I saw your portfolio. I’m Steve, I’ve got my own photography studio. Look, I’ll be straight. It’s for a nudie mag. My assistant’s a woman, she’ll put you at ease. Pays $500. Call me at ****, Thanks.” Damn it, why not? I tended bar at a strip club for two summers. It took all summer to get that much in tips, jiggling my boobies and ass behind the bar and schlepping drinks. But a nudie mag? Alright. Girls strip all the time. They begged me to strip at the club but I was always too timid. At least this is a private photo shoot. I’ll do it!

The next Friday, I was there. I met Steve and his assistant Cassie. She was sweet, he was totally professional. I had a good time dressing up in the sexy outfits and showing off my double-D’s and my hairy cunt. They made me up, too, full-body… creams, powders, blush, it was amazing! I was photographed in every position, on a chair, a bed, a satin-lined fur coat laid out on Plexiglas sheeting. Cassie said I must be excited, it was showing… I soaked three different pairs of panties! “Sometimes we use glycerin, but you don’t need it!” she cooed.

A few weeks later, I received a copy of the magazine and some prints. I’d already spent the money I received- it was an afterthought. I looked so unbelievably sexy, I actually lusted after myself! Then the realization hit me- thousands of guys are going to be jerking off to my image. I visited a convenience store near my condo and found it! The clerk looked at me strange as I opened my magazine, just to be sure I was really in there. I put it down before he said anything, then grabbed the latest Redbook on the adjacent shelf. Then I started thinking, what if he recognizes me? He probably looks at these magazines, too.

I slept restless that night. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. What if someone recognizes me? My little brother, the time he got caught with one of these under his mattress, he might see this. He’s in college now, but still, college boys and porn? I switched thoughts. I started wondering how many people would lust over that pictorial, fantasizing about me. How sexy is it that right now hundreds of guys are spurting cum meant for me, looking at my pictures? I fell asleep with that delicious consolation. I started to dream, and my dreams are very vivid, full-color, detailed. I even taste food in my dreams!

I dreamed about the photo shoot, jerking my spine and twitching my ass at the camera, pouting my lips, holding my nipples out like two ripe cherries for the taking. In my dream, my cunt was flowing. I felt the hot cum running down my legs. My cunt throbbed. Suddenly, faces started appearing. Guys walked in, watching me with their cocks in their hands. Some were dressed in business suits, others in jeans, a few were nude. Hairy men, skinny, fat, bald, tall, short, bearded or tattooed… young and old alike, they crowded around me as I posed.
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Costume Party

I stood in front of my full-length mirror, admiring my costume. In the end, I wasn’t sure if I was some sort of sexy comic book hero or a Roman slave. While not see through, the shimmering white costume revealed plenty of flesh. My shoulders, back and arms were bare, the cloth coming up the front and wrapping around my throat. The length barely went past my ass cheeks. Only one leg was covered with a deep purple thigh stocking. I added a metal like garter, a wide belt and a short length gold chain with a large rectangular medallion. Bangles adorned one wrist.

I had been trying to look like a “hentai” hero and I ended up very, very seductive looking.

“I’m going with it!” I exclaimed to my image.

The party was great! I received lots of attention, from both sexes and as I had come alone, I didn’t have to worry about a jealous date. Mind you, I had plenty of “dagger” eyes cast my way.

Unfortunately, I enjoyed myself too much and soon found myself way too intoxicated. When I found a quiet place downstairs to collect my buzzing thoughts, I slide sideways on the couch and fell asleep.

“Go away.” I mumbled. Someone was trying to wake me up. How long had I been asleep? I went to say “Quit it!” but I couldn’t. Instead, I my mouth was suddenly spread apart and the corners of my lips pulled back.

I was being gagged!

My eyes flew open but I was facing down, against the pillow. I went to turn my head but my hair was yanked back and a blindfold covered my eyes before I could see who was attacking me. Time to struggle!

Oh my God, I could move my hands! They were behind me, tied at the wrist by something soft but not giving. I began to thrash about but a knee came down on my back painfully, hands gripped my shoulders and legs. Oh no; there was more than one!

“Be still and you won’t get hurt. Try to fight us and…” the threat was left unsaid but all the fingers dug into my skin and I whimpered into my gag.

“We’ve watched you all night slut.”

Slut? Oh oh.

“Teasing and parading around. Showing us just a little and then refusing our advances.”

Ah, someone who had hit on me, maybe I could identify them. I quickly tried to think about whom I had met and refused and the faces became blurs from a memory influenced by alcohol and I realized, there had been A LOT that I teased.

“And we know you came alone.” Filthy fingers were beginning to explore me, sliding over my costume, between the fabric and my skin. I whined into the gag stretched across my mouth.

“Oh baby, you are beautiful. Just feel these melons.”
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Rachels Cocktail Party

Rachel sat at her dresser, putting the finishing touches to her make up and admiring herself in the mirror. Her husband, Edward had told her he was bringing three of his colleagues back from work for cocktails and snacks in the early evening and she was making sure she looked her best for this Cocktail Party.

She had put on a red party dress over matching red silk panties and a bra, the underwear she had chosen was brief, the panties little more than a thong, so it wouldn’t show though her dress. The dress showed off her slim figure well and emphasized her breasts she thought, and added a touch of elegance, it flared slightly in the skirt and the hem was just above her knees.

She carefully selected jewelry, diamond earrings and a full pearl necklace. She was especially impressed with the necklace; it was a present from Edward and consisted of a complete string of large pearls which reached around her elegant neck.

As it was warm outside, she decided to go bare legged and put on her black sandals with heels. Her black hair went well with the dress, she put in her diamond ear studs and a gold necklace and considered the effect in the mirror. “Hmm, not bad” she said. Finally she clipped her hair up in an elegant style.

She reflected on the past two years, she was twenty-four and since she met Edward, had settled down to a steady life with him. She had a bit of a past, but all of that was behind her now and Edward seemed happy for her to stay at home and keep house and occasionally organize drinks or supper parties for his many work colleagues and travel with him whenever he went abroad.

In the daytime when she was not with Edward, she worked out regularly at her gym or took their dog for walks. “Not a bad life” she decided. She went downstairs and busied herself preparing small snacks and arranging the drinks glasses and plates.

While she was busy she thought about Edward and his work colleagues, she had met one or two of them, mostly older than her, probably in their mid thirties or older she thought. She wondered exactly what they all did at work. She thought about her relationship with Edward. A strange but loving relationship she thought. Recently they had discussed their desires and fantasies in some detail.

Car tires scrunched on the gravel drive outside and she heard laughter and car doors banging, then the front door opened and the men arrived, Edward, as ever, leading the way. After kissing her, he introduced his colleagues. “These are three of my friends from work” he said “Tony, George and Andrew”.

They were all smartly dressed but in a casual style with open necked shirts and sports jackets. They seemed to get on very well together, as if they had known each other from years ago, perhaps thought Rachel they went to school together and played football or some similar game together.

She went to the bar in the corner of the room and offered to get them all a drink. She mixed up the cocktails while the men carried on talking, they were joking about something that had happed during the day.

They all relaxed into the leather chairs Edward had purchased from somewhere in Africa. Rachel loved the smell and soft comfort of the upholstery. The conversation continued, buoyed by the alcohol perhaps. Rachel felt as if she was drifting, only occasionally catching up with the conversation. The leather felt soft, supporting Rachel’s thighs, her legs moved slightly open.
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Slut Wife Backseat Adventure

My lovely wife is Cassie and I loved her very much. I say I loved her because I am not so sure now after what happened when we were returning from our beach holiday recently! I work in a law office as a junior partner and am very happy working there but sometimes things happen which change our lives and that was what happened on our way back.

Altogether there were 18 of us at this beach holiday and it would be fair to say we were all good friends. Each of us had our wife with us and although I had warned Cassie about these other fellows I assumed they would be kept in order by their wives! How wrong could I be? Anyway, knowing these chaps can get a bit off the rails at times I warned Cassie to be wary of them and not to allow them to get too close to her without me being present!

Cassie is aged 28 and although she is usually very quiet, she can also become the life of a party if she gets in the right mood and this can cause trouble – not only between us but also with other people. Cassie isn’t the prettiest girl in the world but she does have a good figure, short strawberry blond hair and is not very tall. She has the cutest smile and it is this smile which has got her into trouble on a few occasions. I couldn’t say she is always a flirt but sometimes some man or other will get her going and then she turns into a real flirt!

I know Cassie wasn’t a virgin when I married her. She had told me about several of her boyfriends who had fucked her many times when she was going with them. She always kept their identity secret but didn’t mind telling me all the juicy details. I hadn’t had any experience prior to marrying Cassie so all I knew I learned from her.

We all enjoyed our weekend at the beach house – it was owned by the senior partner of the firm and although he was the same age as myself – 30 – he was very rich and came from a wealthy family. He was also the leader where there was any misbehavior and he was one person I had warned Cassie about.

The accommodation was quite cramped because there were only 5 bedrooms but we were able to have enough beds by having some in the dining room and the main entertainment room. We had double beds in the 5 bedrooms and the dining room and there were 3 double beds in the entertainment room. It was a well known fact that some of the couples were into swapping wives and so it was carefully arranged that these should be the people who slept in the dining and entertainment rooms.

We romped about on the beach and although a couple of the wives ran around the beach topless, the rest of us were suitably clad and tried to not take much notice of the topless girls. All of the men kept their bathing suits on so it was really not too bad. I kept Cassie in my sight most of the time making sure none of the men tried anything with her. At one stage during the stay she told me I was suffocating her and she should be allowed to do her own thing! I told her I was sorry but I knew what these chaps were capable of and didn’t want her to get involved with them – she may be taken advantage of!

Our meals were taken around the very large table in the dining room and it was big enough to just move the bed to the side and we could all fit in. The men noticed I was very protective of Cassie and chided me about this. At the evening meal on the Saturday night they made Cassie sit between two of the real wild boys well away from me. I watched her intently and although I am sure they were feeling up her legs under the table I had no proof and also, if they were, Cassie was remaining very calm. Once the meal was finished I moved over to Cassie and asked if the men had played with her but she just grinned and told me to keep my dirty thoughts to myself.

Once the cleaning up was finished we all moved to the large room and joined in some games. Lots of wine and beer was flowing and everyone seemed to be having a good time. I again stayed close to Cassie but we both noticed that occasionally a couple would pair off and move to one of the bedrooms. These, of course, were not married to each other. It was obvious what they were doing because the girls would come back into the room looking flushed and obviously fucked! One of the men came over to Cassie and asked her if she would like to go for a walk with him! I grabbed her hand and held her tightly much to the amusement of the other men! Cassie gave him a grin and told him later on perhaps when the watchdog wasn’t watching!
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Subway Encounter

The clouds are dark and it was starting to rain, big drops. No taxi cabs, or busses in sight, dang. So I decided to take the subway, yeah, actually I had no other choice. It wasn’t like I was going to walk from Penn Station to 56th and Sixth without an umbrella. I put my hands into my black trench coat, fumbled for the Twenty spot that I kept there for emergencies such as this. I quickly sprinted for the token booth, as the rain picked up its pace. Several disgusting minutes later I was packed like a sardine heading uptown. Just my luck today, the train would have to be crowded. At each stop more people got on. Now we were pressed against each other, into the walls and doors, like a bunch of sardines. And I found myself standing eye to eye with a very handsome Asian man. He smiled. There was no place for me to look so I smiled back sheepishly. The train jolted to a stop at the next platform and he pressed himself firmly against me. I could feel his heart beat against my skin, or was it my heartbeat?

Naturally I tried to move back, but with each inch of territory I was able to cover he followed me. After several attempts at evasion I finally found myself trapped against the rear wall. His smile widened. It was a contagious smile, now feeling like an idiot I found myself smiling back. The trained jolted forward again forcing him even harder against me. I had looked him over closely; he wasn’t bad looking at all, hmmm about my age, certainly my height, someone I could look right into his eyes.

By the cut of his clothes I would say he was a businessman, wearing his power suit today. His feet were between mine now pushing them apart as his hands lightly caressed my thighs. As I came out of my daze, I felt my skirt inching upwards. And I wondered just how far he would go, and just how far I would let him take this.

I turned my head noticing other faces in the crowd, imagine that they all are oblivious to what was happening to me. I turned back to the man and looked deep into his brown eyes determined to stare him down. I like what I saw in those eyes, and I knew I was soaked with my juices. “If you don’t stop me, I’m going to make love to you.” He said in a husky voice. I… I… don’t think I want you to stop I thought to myself.

I liked what was going on, though I was a bit nervous. I moved my hands from my sides, and placed them into the straps overhead. Bad choice on my part, my legs were getting weak, I needed the support, or I would fall to the floor. Without hesitation he slid the silken fabric of my skirt up over my nylons. His eyes glistened as he touched the bare skin of my inner thigh.
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Girlfriend and the Co Workers

Summer and I, at this point, were going together now, for over three years. I practically lived at her place. The sex was still great, even though she had cheated on me that one time, right in front of me no less. She blamed it on the wine, but deep down inside, I enjoyed it, but felt like I shouldn’t. She was fairly open in bed, but still didn’t swallow, even though she gulped down my co-worker.

Summer worked in high finance and was pretty successful as her work. She was conservative there, but decided to have the boss and a manager over for dinner. She prepared and wanted everything just right. After showering, we got dressed. I always loved watching her dress. She was in a bit of a hurry – she grabbed a tan bra and panties from her drawer, along with a pair of nude thigh high hold-up stockings. She put on her panties and then bra that covered her 36 D breasts. She was lovely, with blonde hair and flawless legs. Guys were always staring at her. She quickly rolled each stocking up her legs and let the elastic top of the nylon “snap” when she reached her upper thigh. I was getting aroused watching her, but she said she had no time for those things, as she was delayed already. She slipped on a blue dress just at knee length and some heels and she was ready. I told her to take it easy on the red wine and she agreed.

Her boss and co-worker arrived. John, her boss, was about my size, with brown hair and a little older than Summer. Evan, a manager, who was under Summer was only in his mid 20s, but was, unfortunately just Summer’s type. Big, dark hair, glasses – with a kind of swagger. She liked that and I began to worry a bit.

We sat down and ate. They mostly talked business and I was sort of feeling left out. Summer of course, was starting to drink a bit too much and I was trying to curtail the flow of wine. I got up to get some water instead and noticed that Summer had her legs crossed with the top of her right stocking exposed for the guys to see. And they did. It was obvious they were staring at her legs and breasts all night. Summer was giggling with Evan and a little with John all night. She kept touching Evan’s hand and my jealousy grew along with my hard on, but I didn’t think it would be a repeat of the past.

Summer got up and announced she was going to the kitchen to get more wine. Evan decided he would help. They both left as John and I made small-talk. We didn’t know what was taking so long. After about what seemed like an eternity, I got up and went to the kitchen. I stopped at the windows on the door and veered in. I saw Summer sitting on the counter with her stockinged legs crossed and exposed feeding wine and cheese to Evan and both were giggling. I was mad and hard.
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Dirty Girl

“Do you have a club card?”

Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance.

“Huh? Oh, umm yeah.”

I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her?

“Here you go,” I said passing the card to her.

She smiled as she took it from my hand. I started to wonder how old she was. I guessed about eighteen. She had that youthful appearance, but was still well developed. Her skin was flawless, with not a blemish in site. She was wearing makeup, but not enough to seem trashy. Her hair was a light blonde, which is what probably attracted me to her in the first place. That, and her mouth. Guys usually don’t pay much attention to a girl’s mouth, but I think that it can be far more sexy that a pair of tits or a nice ass.

And this girl’s mouth was to die for.

Her perfect pouty little lips made me hard just looking at them. I also noticed that she had braces, giving her that innocent school girl look. Her breasts were maybe less than average, but that didn’t bother me. Her body looked firm and she had an ass that was outlined perfectly by her tight black pants. How could a girl in a grocery store uniform look this good?!

I was reading her name tag when she looked back at me. “Bria,” it read.

“Anything else?”

Just then I noticed that it must have looked like I was staring at her chest and I quickly looked up.

“Nice name.”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin. “Can I get you anything else?”

“How about your phone number?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I braced myself for the shutdown.

“How about I just come over after work.”

I was shocked.

“Uh, okay. Great,” I stammered.

I then scribbled my name and address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

“Damon,” she read. “Nice name.”

“Thanks,” I said taking my groceries and heading out to my car.

A million thoughts went through my head on the way home. Did she want to fuck or did she just just want to hang out. Either way was okay with me, although the thought of those lips wrapped around my dick sent shivers up my spine. As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower. It didn’t take long for me to begin stroking myself and soon I was spraying the shower walls with more that just water. I then got out, cleaned up the place a little and waited patiently.

I was starting to think that she wasn’t going to show up, when I heard a knock at the door at around 11:00 pm. I opened it to find my dream girl standing there.

“Hi,” she said, walking inside. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower?”

“Sure,” I replied, staring at her ass as she walked by.

When she came out of the bathroom she had changed from her uniform into a short black skirt and a little white top. A pair of knee high white sox adorned her feet.
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