Jill was cold, very cold. It had been almost two days since she had run away from home, and it had been over two days since she had anything to eat! Miserable is how she felt, but not half as bad if she would have stayed in that fucking hell hole her mother called a home! Her father, no make that step father, had been using her either for a punching bag or his own personal little “sex toy”, and when she finally couldn’t take it anymore, she ran out of the house with just the clothes on her back. Now here she was, out on the road, all alone, only eighteen years old, no money, and no prospects! “It can’t get any worse,” she thought, as she pulled her light denim coat tighter around her neck while craning back to see if a car was coming!!! Automatically stuck out her thumb when a big sedan zoomed by, and incredibly, brake lights!!!! It’s stopping!!!! The big black auto came to a stop about two hundred yards down the road and slowly backed up to where Jill was standing. The passenger side window slid down and a deep voice asked if she needed a lift? Without even answering, Jill opened the door and hopped in, sinking down in the deep leather bucket seat while cautiously looking over at the driver and being relieved to see it was a middle aged man in a business suit. He jabbed his open hand at Jill and offered, “Hello there, my name’s Bill Dowd, glad to meet ya!” Jill, taking his hand and shaking it, replied in a small voice, “I’m Jill, thanks for picking me up.” They rode along in silence for the next ten minutes until Bill asked her, “Where are you headed to, Jill?” “I don’t really know,” she replied, “maybe Los Angeles.” “You got quite a trip in front of you missy,” Bill intoned, “where are you coming from?” Jill really didn’t want to answer all these questions, but she replied, “From Omaha.” “Well, I can take you as far as Denver, but then I head north, and you’ll wanna go west from there,” he said matter of factly. Jill didn’t answer, she just leaned back in the seat and soon was sawing logs, so she didn’t know how much time had gone by when a gentle shake of her shoulder brought her back to life. “We’ll stop here and get something to eat,” said Bill, “you look like you could use a bite!” “That’s okay,” Jill replied, “I’ll just wait here if it’s all right with you?” “Honey,” he said gently, “it’s on me, now come on and let’s eat!!!” She was famished, and this good Samaritan was making her an offer she couldn’t refuse, so she hopped out of the car and joined Bill Doud for supper.
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After eating their fill of burgers and fries, Bill pointed the big Lincoln west on I-80, and the miles melted away like butter on hot pancakes unitl at about ten o’clock that evening the lights of Denver glowed in the far off distance. “Another half hour and we’ll be there,” announced Bill, while keeping his eyes glued to the road. Exactly one half hour later Bill pulled into a truckstop-motel and said, “This is the end of the line, Jill, I don’t know what you’re running away from, but I hope you find what you need in L.A.!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out five twenty dollar bills and slid them across the seat to Jill and said, “You remind me of my daughter, use this for a motel room and a good breakfast tomorrow morning, and please be careful of who you ride with, okay?” Tears filled Jill’s eyes as she stared gratefully at the older man, and after leaning over and gaving him a kiss on the cheek she said, “I will, Bill, and thanks for everything,” and with that she was out of the car and waving as the big Lincoln slowly pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.
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Bobby walked across the room to where Hal and Gil were sitting. Both of the older men hungrily eyed the slightly built pale white teenager, as he was stark naked. Naked. That’s the way Bobby had to be at all times when in the apartment and it mattered not the time of day, if there were guests present, or what duties he was performing at the time, Bobby was always naked. It wasn’t as if he was being forced, because he could get dressed and leave Hal and Gil anytime he felt like it, but the reason he stayed was because he loved being dominated by these two men and sometimes by their friends.
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Ever since he was a very young boy Bobby felt the need to be told what to do, and later he discovered that when an older man gave him the orders, his penis would harden and he would have almost an uncontrollable urge to satisfy his master. At this very moment Bobby was feeling especially excited as he stood in front of Hal and Gil with a raging hardon, and while he wasn’t hung as well as the two men, his dick looked much bigger than it’s seven inches because he was so slightly built. Hal reached out and gave his pecker a little squeeze and then pulled Bobby face down across their laps as he quickly had Bobby sucking on his huge dick while Hal rubbed and fondled his smooth hairless ass while fingering the youngster’s bung hole. In no time at all Gil was shooting a hot load in Bobby’s eager mouth while Hal began to turn Bobby over so he could fuck his tight little ass. Hal’s erection was almost more than he could take, but soon it was sliding in and out of the skinny little asshole with no trouble at all as Bobby started to move with the timing of Hal’s strokes!!! Desperately needing to cum himself, it was at that moment he felt Gil’s mouth around the head of his quivering organ that he was caught up in a vortex of sexual excitement he could not control nor did he want to! As his own prick began to spasm in Gil’s mouth, Hal groaned as he shot his own spunk deep into Bobby’s shaking butt! All three men then collapsed in a heap of sexual exhaustion with Bobby using Gil’s dick like a baby’s pacifier.
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While Emma Jelkon sat in her office waiting for her next appointment to show up, she looked at her appointment calendar and underlined Timmy Floyd’s name in red pencil! He was scheduled for a one period meeting because his teachers had recently contacted her about his lack of interest in his classes, and being a counselor for twenty six years, the last fifteen at Lincoln High, Emma had heard just about every story you could think of, so it shouldn’t take long to find out what Timmy’s problem was. With 1800 students to watch out for, Emma could hardly be expected to know all of them by sight, especially if he or she was a freshman or sophomore, but in this case, Timmy was a eighteen year old junior who had just moved into the district at the beginning of the current term. Pulling his permanent file, the attached picture showed a some what pale young man who appeared to be of a slight build, and as Emma eyed the photo, she wondered exactly what Timmy Floyd really looked like.
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If not pretty, Emma Jelkon was an attractive woman of forty seven, and while age had taken away her youthful slimness, it had been replaced by a womanly body that was firm, with just a hint of pudginess in her belly and ass. Her strongest asset was her chest, as it was a very full 38D that spilled out over the top of her very lacy low cut bras. Still single, Emma never really wanted or needed a husband, for what no one knew was that Emma Jelkon was attracted to teenage boys and girls!!! Her job as a guidance counselor was a perfect cover her predilection, and while looking at Tommy’s picture, she wondered if it would work out so that she could see his hard penis. Of course she had to be careful, only after she was sure of her hold over a student would she make any advancing moves, because if she wasn’t sure, she didn’t dare take the chance!!!
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Leeann sat at the bar, forehead in her palm, staring at her almost empty glass of wine. Despair ran through her body like her own blood. She brushed back her red hair and closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying. The job was no high flyer, but she didn’t want to go back to waiting tables. She clenched her teeth. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She heard someone sit down and felt a presence beside her. She knew better. She didn’t want to go home with any old dick just for some quickie to take her mind off her troubles. No, Leeann knew that it could only lead to more problems. “You want a refill on that, sister?”
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Leeann hesitated for a moment. It was a woman’s voice asking her, not some stud trying to get her on the rebound. Oh she could use that drink and a little girl talk. “Yes, please,” Leeann replied. She opened her eyes and looked over. The woman who sat there looked vaguely familiar. Her name was …. “Shauna,” the woman said with a smile. He teeth were white and even. She was a large woman: tall even sitting on the bar stool, sporting what could only be described as a long, thick, brown, mane of hair. It was as if she had read Leeann’s mind. “I noticed you sitting here. You worked at the store too, right? seasonal and household goods?”
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Chet nervously looked at his watch for the third time in the last five minutes. What in the hell had gotten into him, was he out of his mind?!? Meeting a woman in person he has been having an on line relationship with–totally nuts! Here he was, 33 years old, a good job, married to a beautiful woman, two small children, a whole lot to lose, and he could throw it all away because he was thinking with his dick! Unbelievable!! He’d heard the stories of meetings of this type going disastrously wrong, with some even ending up in murder, and just because most of the victims were women didn’t make him feel a whole lot better! After looking at his watch again he mumbled, “Christ boy, relax, it’s just a drink with a new acquaintance, no problem!!”
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At exactly five thirty a tall chestnut haired woman strode through the door and scanned the bar. The white rose on her lapel was the signal to let him know who she was, but he didn’t even need it. He could tell it was her by the description she had given him on the chat line. One worry taken care of, she wasn’t a liar, she was even prettier than she had described herself, being tall and slim of frame, a very ample chest, even if it was hidden underneath a tailored business jacket. Chet hopped up from his chair and approached her with hand extended, “Hi,” he said, “I’m Chet Lane, and you must be Veronica!” Her smile was breath taking, and she took his hand and shook it with a firm grip, never taking her eyes off of his while intoning in a smooth sultry voice, “It’s so nice to meet you Chet, shall we sit down!?!” Takinbg her by the arm, Chet lead her to the booth he had reserved at the rear of the bar, and after they had slid into opposite sides of the table and just looked at each other for a few seconds, Veronica said, “You look even better than I thought you would, I hope I am up to your expectations!” “Very much so,” he replied, “more beautiful than I could have imagined, would you like a drink?” “A Rhine wine would be nice,” she said, “I’m a little bit nervous!” “Your nervous,” he thought, “I’m a total wreck!” Chet ordered a couple of drinks and then sat in silence until the waitress brought their order. After paying the check, each of them took a sip from their glasses, and Chet offered, “I’ve never met anyone from the internet before, this is kinda new to me.” “Me too,” she replied, “I almost backed out at the last minute, but figured we would be in a public place, so why not?” They both chuckled, took another drink, and Chet asked, “Well, are you glad you decided to give it a shot?” She nodded the affirmative, and Chet offered, “Me too, more than glad, you look absolutely fabulous, much better than your description!” “Well thank you, kind sir,” she replied, “I am more than impressed with you too, I was praying that you wouldn’t be the proverbial frog!” Again they both laughed, getting more and more comfortable in each other’s presence. Looking at her, Chet could feel the electricity between them as he then broached the question, “Well, how do you feel, I mean about us, you know, do you need more time, another meeting maybe, you know to get comfortable?” “I’m very comfortable right now,” she answered quickly, “I don’t need another date to confirm what I already feel!” Chet picked up his drink, swallowed the last of it, dropped a five dollar tip on the table, stood up and said, “Me too, let’s go!”
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“You need to get out and have some fun Sarah.” I just shrugged my shoulders. Greg was right; I did need to get out. All I’ve done for the past forever is work and come home. I haven’t had a ‘significant other’ since me and Mandy broke up. I admit it; I tried to hide it all in my work. He patted my back, “I’m making you go to the club tonight and there’s nothing you can say or do to avoid it.” That’s my roommate, always looking out for me. I sighed and asked what time I was being kidnapped. He chuckled, “Alright Sarah, if it’s by force then that’s the way it has to be. I want to leave here in about an hour, so go get ready.”
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I shuffled to my room and cracked open my closet. I haven’t been out in so long, I don’t remember what I used to wear to go clubbing. As I shifted through my clothes, Greg came in. “You need some help?” “I just don’t feel like going so I don’t know what to wear.” I’d basically given up the fact that I might get out of this and let him rummage through my wardrobe. “Ah ha!” He said in triumph. He pulled out the out fit and held it up to me. It was Mandy’s favorite. Tight black mini skirt and matching black one-armed blouse that was cut low across my chest. “Alright Greg, you win.”
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