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Modus Operandi

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Tony Carlotti wasn't a nice guy, from anyone's viewpoint. He was a high-ranking operative in the local crime syndicate, and had been arrested more times than he could name on multiple charges of racketeering, extortion, and conspiracy to commit murder. It was only his luck that he hadn't been thrown in jail for life. He was a tall, swarthy, ugly sort of guy, looking about forty-five years old. And now, Tony Carlotti was dead.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Bra and Panties

Jack had a lover and Jack had a wife. But not that wasn’t all. Jack also had an unquenchable desire for breast and body inflation. He downloaded every available video and photo that suited his lust, but kept his passion well-hidden from the two women in his life. But then came the day when all the elements got combined and the reactions it caused went well beyond everything Jack could ever have imagined.

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

Black Dress

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She wore her tight black dress trying to pick a man in a bar shouldn't be hard for her. She was in her early twenties and above average in looks 36D bust and rather sexy. Picking up a man in this bar should be no problem for her she picked her target and moved in it wasn't hard to talk a drunk man into a night of wild sex.

They made love till around 3:30am then she fell asleep. When she woke up her head was pounding and she found she was tied to a chair no underwear and back in her black dress?

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Average: 2.8 (4 votes)

Jessica

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I once knew this girl named Jessica… Key word is once, but this is her story, and I am a witness.

It all started around 2 weeks ago, when Jessy and her friends were at lunch. “So Jess, what are you doing Friday?” and “ Yeah? You going to John J’s Party?” and things that 16 year old girls say to each other. I had just finished my lunch and was half listening to their conversations when I decided to pull out my game boy and play a little Namco Classics, when my friend Curtis walked up.

“So Chad, you playing some games here at lunch big guy? No friends?”

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Average: 3.7 (17 votes)

Special

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Tonight was going to be a special night. The children were gone to safe places where she didn’t have to worry about them. She had the day off so plenty of time to relax and be ready for her special love to come home.

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Average: 2.6 (5 votes)

No Competition

A man sat in a booth at the dark end of the bar, a clutch of balloons drifting back and forth above his head as air currents from the heating toyed with the pretty rubber globes. His posture and alert response every time the door opened denoted he was waiting for someone with great eagerness. The perfect victim.

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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)

Solstice: Upward

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"Quickly now, we don't have much time."

Still gazing into me with that mischievous smile of hers, she reaches over and sets the fizzing concoction back down on the dimly lit kitchen counter. I smile back, losing myself in her magical eyes - still not quite believing what I've been told; bewildered at how she knew, at how she new so much.

"No complaints here," I whisper.

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

Minimum Wage, part 2: "French" Maid

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When Karen was about 10, a fortune-teller at a state fair had told her that one day she would be a "big girl" and change the course of history. Right now, she would be satisfied with just paying off her student loans and getting control of her life. Like most French History majors, her career prospects were rather dim. She had been somewhat lucky, therefore, to find a relatively well-paying job cleaning house for a rich Senator's wife.

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Truth or Dare, Part 2

A tribute to the wonderful Alec Delux and his wicked mind, which brought us the original story.

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Average: 3.5 (10 votes)

Racer X

Three days before the race and I was incredibly nervous as I stood with the other unhired racers in a row, hoping to be hired. My black rubber gas suit bore my pressure stat “425” in large proud white letters across my swollen belly as I stood with my hands behind my back. Problem was, so were my other eight competitors, six women and two men. Women had more natural adaptability for this than men did; among men, I was a minor celebrity. The crowds were still milling around as a young debutante—tight sweater, tight jeans--strolled up to me, all hips and lips and boobs.

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Average: 4.2 (6 votes)
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