I had just finished a week long merger. I was as stressed as I could be. My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along. I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax. He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you. I laughed. He was joking, right? I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female. I preferred the feminine touch. Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car. Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best. I packed up everything I’d need. Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.

I found Richard in no time and we were off. He explained to me what he meant about the ‘open minded’ bit. There wasn’t any extra payment, or anything required of me save to relax and enjoy myself. And this place wasn’t just for anyone. We get there, at the front desk Richard is required to show proof of membership, and I had to show proof of identity. Tight ship they run there. We were escorted to a small locker room, couldn’t have been big enough to fit 2 more people in it. Richard said they have about 20 of these small rooms, it’s to make you feel comfortable and not like you’re in a gymnasium after a game. I was a bit shy at first about undressing in front of Richard, but he and I had been friends for four years now and he knew I was a lesbian. I watched as he started to disrobe and I followed suit. Soon we were both in our little white spa robes and headed off to our massage tables, in separate rooms. Read more

It was spring. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming and the dogs were crapping in the bushes. I was sitting on a park bench with my Fantastic Four graphic novel. I really liked Wieringo’s artwork. I guess some people thought I was a bit old for comics. I’d been to college for a few years, until I blew out my knee playing offensive line. I guess you figured out by now that I’m a big guy. At six foot five and probably somewhere around 350, I catch a few second looks. But at twenty-six years old and I was still a virgin. That was about to change, big time.

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Living in New York you get used to people screaming in all kinds of languages. At first I didn’t even look up from my book. When I heard the running footsteps I turned in their direction. A skinny little guy was running toward my bench. Right on his heels was a large young oriental woman. The guy was carrying a purse. He didn’t look like the purse carrying kind. I jumped off the bench and hit him with a pancake block. He dropped like wet cement. Then he glared up at me and reached inside his baggy pants. The gun had almost cleared his waistband when the big girl landed full force on top of him. All the air rushed out of his lungs. She was pounding his head into the grass when the cops showed up to take him away. The girl introduced herself as Hisa and told me I’d been a very brave man. Now that things had calmed down, I’d finally had a chance to see how pretty she was. She didn’t look much older than twenty. She had beautiful almond shaped eyes, her long, silky black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her sweat suit revealed a nice round set of tits and a friendly looking rump. When she kissed me on the cheek I noticed that she smelled like spice and flowers. I tried to start a conversation, knowing that I was going to sound stupid, as I always did around women I was attracted to. Read more

It had been over a month since I had been fired from that miserable laundry place. The old man had moved me around from one job to another, it was no wonder I couldn’t make sense of any of them. Finally, when he had me working all by myself at night, the buzzard caught me masturbating on a pile of dirty laundry. People from the old country just don’t understand that a girl has needs that sometimes have to be dealt with. Besides, judging from the cum stain on his trousers, I suspect he was playing right along with me in the dark but, yeah, I get fired. Real fair, right? Who knew finding a job would be so tough? I’m young and healthy with a shapely body and a pretty face. My long, black hair is straight and clean. How come all these freaks and losers have jobs but nobody was hiring me? I was beginning to think there was some kind of black list against hiring pretty Chinese-American girls, I swear. At least that day I had an interview. I’d filled out dozens of applications without hearing a word back. I figured this was, at least, a chance and I was determined to make it pay off.

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I dressed in a nice white blouse. It was a little bit tight and showed the roundness of my breasts but it was the best one I had. The black skirt was perhaps a little short but showed off my shapely legs and with the pantyhose I figured it made me look like a sexy business woman. The black pumps completed the outfit and gave my cute tush a nice uplift. Sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of dowdy looking girls I felt, in comparison, like I looked competent and confident. As each one was called in before me, though, the waiting was getting on my nerves. My name was the last one called. I strutted into the office and closed the door. There was a nice looking white man with curly brown hair sitting behind the desk. He looked only a few years older than me. His tie was loosened and the sleeves on his white shirt were rolled up. He had nice strong looking tanned arms. I took a seat at his request and he gave me a warm smile before starting with his questions. He was very friendly and I was trying to answer the best I could. Leaning forward to make a point, I felt a button pop on my tight blouse. I started to sigh with frustration and a second button popped. I could not believe this was happening to me. At first I was angry and embarrassed. Then, I noticed his nice hazel eyes looking down at my light brown, firm 34Cs with interest. I leaned forward a little further to give him a better view. Sometimes a girl has to use all her tools. Read more

Curt drove the 36″ wide mower up the ramp onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn’t remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he’d had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He’d seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today. The door opened; he felt the cool rush of air conditioning blast his face, chest, and legs. The breeze was soothing and he hoped that he would be invited in while someone got him a glass of water. It was the young Filipino woman with mocha skin who answered the door that made him hot again. She was slender, but filled out her fitted uniform in all the right places. She had deep brown almond-shaped eyes and wore the slighted bit of makeup. Her shoes were sensible and black; her skirt was much shorter than was practical. Her smile was bright and wide and inviting.

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“May I help you?” she asked. “I’m Curt, the lawn guy, and I was hoping that you might be able to get me a glass of water. It’s hot out here.” He could barely control his cock; his dirty mind raced. Curt imagined him getting her alone in the cabana, bending her over the back of a chaise lounge and fucking her sweet, dark pussy from behind. “Come in,” she said as she opened the door. Despite the frosty inside of the house, his cock was pushing hard against his cutoffs. All of a sudden, going commando didn’t seem like such a great idea; his cock threatened to pop out the shortened leg when he reached into his pocket and grabbed his stiff shaft. “Please wait here. I’ll get you a glass of ice water. Would you like a slice of lemon?” “Sure.” The maid smiled, turned and walked away. Each step she took, each wiggle of her ass, made the blood pound in his head. He looked down and saw the grass clippings and dust stuck to his sweaty skin and hair. Damned, he thought. If only I wasn’t so grimy, but maybe I can get her number before I leave. Read more

I’ve been working the streets for a long time and I know all the ends and outs of the flesh market. I have six she-males that work for me and I get 50% of everything they make plus all the sex I want, any time I want it. I make them work seven days a week rain or shine. I buy their clothes and tell them what to wear and when to wear it. I have a little black book with a lot of clients in it. Some of my special clients are women they love to see the she-males jack their cocks off and eat there cum. One of my clients by the name of Darla loves to hire two of the she-males at once she loves to fuck them with her twelve-inch strap-on cock or have them fuck each other while she watches. One time she had one of them fuck her doggie style while the other one fucked the she-male that was fucking her.

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She said, it always makes their cock bigger when they have a cock in their asshole. Sometimes she let’s me watch as she is fucking and sucking the two of them, it always makes me horny to watch her stick her big rubber dick in their ass. Hell one time I got so horny I let Darla fuck me in the ass, she was very good at it and pounded that monster all the way up to her rubber balls on the end of her dildo. Darla would have sex parties over at her house and I would supply the she-males for the guests that showed up. One of my she-males looks just like Pamela Anderson, big tits and all, put instead of having a nice tight pussy she has an eight-inch cock. I like to look at the faces of men when she pulls that cock out of her panties and starts jacking it off. Most men can’t believe that such a nice looking girl could have a big cock. But even after she shows them her cock, most of them still want to fuck her ass and get a blowjob. Hell, sometimes she even ends up talking a perfectly straight man into letting her fuck them in the ass. She always carries around a tube of anal ease. She puts a little of that anal ease on her finger and it numbs their tight assholes and she sticks her cock right up to her balls. Read more

Tad was on his way up in the corporation; he could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and he finally seemed to be making a good impression on his boss. He knew that competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn’t going to be enough. Tad knew that he was going to have to look the part as well. As much as he hated clothes shopping, he figured he’d bite the bullet and get a new suit or two and perhaps a matching sport jacket and pants. As usual, he got out of work late and the stores would be closing soon. It was Wednesday, and the men’s department was vacant. He poked through the racks for a few minutes then looked at his watch. If no one comes over here to help me in about the next two minutes, he thought, I’m outta here. He took a cursory look at three more suits, and suddenly a sexy Asian woman appeared at his side.

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“May I help you?” She smiled. Tad gave her the once over twice; her nametag said ‘Jen.’ Oh yeah, he thought, you can help me, but it’s got nothing to do with buying clothes. She could have been in her thirties but possibly younger. Her shoulder-length hair was straight; with the sheen of mink, it rippled like mercury when she moved. Even white teeth contrasted against her red glossy lipstick and her smooth oriental skin. Jen’s eyes sparkled, revealing glimpses of an inner passion; her eyebrows were thick and dark and perfectly shaped. Her body was curvy in all the right places; well fed but not fat, Tad estimated that she was a full C cup. “I need a couple of new suits and something perhaps a little more casual, but still business-like.” Jen locked her forearm with his. “Follow me, please. I think I know just what you’re looking for.” Doubt it, Tad thought, unless you know that I’m looking to get laid too. Jen lead him to a rack of suits, and it turned out that she was right. Within ten minutes, Tad had picked out a navy blue and a charcoal gray suit. “Come,” she said pulling him along. “We have to measure.” In the dressing room there were a couple of chairs, several full-length mirrors, and a two step high platform on which the men stood while tailors did their measuring. “Take off your pants and put them on the chair,” Jen directed. Tad froze like a dear in headlights. “We don’t have all night,” Jen said. “What, you think I’ve never seen a man in his underwear before?” Read more