I’m Larry, in my early fifties, in good shape and like most men my age, I “LOVE PUSSY.” Especially when it’s from a girl 20 years younger. So, let me tell you about a real fantasy I have about my young hairdresser. I think it would be so cool if she read this story and thought about me and fulfilled my fantasy about her!
Her name is Dana and she’s about 27 years.
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Recently, my wife and I took the opportunity to arrange for a nice evening out on Saturday night. An acquaintance of ours offered to get us a couple of grams of “nose candy” for a good price so we told her to go ahead. Once the kids were gone, she arrived with the goods and we all did a couple of lines. She left, and my wife and I got ready for the evening.
Let me tell you a little about my wife, she is 47 years old, a little over weight but that only adds voluptuousness to her all ready large ?6EE?tits and her beautiful round ass.
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Ron and Keiko had moved in next door to us recently. They seemed rather like us, a young couple with a starter house in the suburbs. The only obvious difference was that Janet and I both had that light skinned and fair haired high school sweethearts look and Ron and Keiko were a mixed racial marriage. Keiko was a curvy, svelte Japanese girl, having traditional short black hair cut to frame her cute face. Ron was a rather trim, muscular, black guy with rugged features.
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As Jessie entered his home the phone started to ring. Looking at the called ID he could see that it was Carl. “Probably back from his trip by now,” he thought. “Hello!” “Jessie. This is Carl. I’m on my way home from the airport now and I have the dog with me. Would you please meet me at the barn? I should be there in about 20 minutes.” “Sure thing, Mr. Carl. I’ll be waiting for you there.” “Thank you, Jessie. See you shortly.” The connection was broken and he hung up the phone. “Well,” he thought, “looks like things are gonna start to heat up around here pretty soon.”
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Before going on our holidays to Tunisia , I contacted an Arab gentlemen I met on one of the chat forums on the net. At the time we chatted about my wife and what he, as an extremely violent master, would do to her. At the time I had no idea if and when we would ever visit Tunisia. However, first thing I did when we had booked our flight and Claire was asleep I mailed him with my chest tightening as I thought what I was doing. Setting up my wife to be raped. Next evening I got a reply.
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We live in a large city in Europe with a large North African community. For years I have fantasized of seeing my wife Claire raped by strong Arab men while I am forced to watch. Through the internet I met an Arab gentleman, Redah, from my city who said he could arrange for my fantasies to come true. He said explicitly that he was violent and extreme. After having seen a picture of my 38 year old Claire he was very eager to set it up. The idea would be to arrange a slight car mishap whereby we would have to fill in the insurance forms in his bar. He would arrange the Rest.
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Hi my name is Diane I am 53 years old, stand 6 feet tall 36-26-36 and I am pretty nice looking, or so I have been told. I am a middle School teacher and this is the story of how my long dormant and hidden dark fantasy became reality a few months ago. It all started about 4 months ago when I found an adult movie in my son’s dresser. My son who is a senior in college evidently forgot it was their and one day while cleaning up I found it.
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It was already three weeks into her freshman year, and Katie couldn’t feel more lost. Sure, she had made a few friends from her dorm and learned a few things in class, but she was still the shy, naïve girl from Nebraska without any confidence.
And one who had never been intimate with a guy ?not that they didn’t try. Her petite, 5?’’ frame had filled out over the last few years of high school (when her breasts grew to perky C cups), and her blushing smile just couldn’t be resisted.
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“Who was that on the phone?” Lilly asked me from the kitchen. She was studying the insides of the fridge now seeming less robust than a few months ago. “I’ll have to make a payment by Tuesday. Don’t worry I’ll make it,” I said.
“I guess you’ll have to call your brother pretty soon,” Lilly said gingerly holding a couple of eggs. “Alex! How do you want your eggs,” Lilly shouted to our son.
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Well, it’s 2:30 Wednesday morning; my wandering slut of a wife is now up stairs in bed. She came staggering in about and hour ago. Tuesday nights are her nights out with “the guys”. It’s the night she meets Jerome at the Wheel House Pub up in the northeast part of town. Tonight, Jerome drove her home and, after getting her in the house, unceremoniously left her on the living room floor and took off.
When I came down stairs she was lying there in her trench coat.
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Mickey was the woman that most men spend their life hoping to find. Great looking in a wholesome girl next door sort of way. A fantastic cook and a baker who won prizes at the county fair each year. She was the adoring mother of three wonderful children, she sang in the church choir, and taught Sunday school classes. She volunteered her services to various local charities, was recording secretary of the PTA and even with all the above going on she still found time to spoil me rotten.
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I suppose the best way to start this is the way everyone else does, with the confession that I’ve always wanted to see my wife play with some one else’s stiff cock. It has been my fantasy for almost twenty years now and it started on the day we were married. I overheard two guys talking at the wedding reception; one said to the other: “Damn! Bill is one lucky sucker. I’d give anything just to be able to fuck Carol once.?br />
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I don’t remember when, exactly, I first became suspicious of Jim, but I do remember why. He had come home from work one night after supposedly working late and I could smell another woman’s perfume on him. When I mentioned it he passed it off as being in a crowded elevator with a bunch of women. From that point on I paid very close attention to all of his absences and I always found something to make me doubt that he was actually doing what he told me he was doing; bowling, golf, playing poker with his buddies, working late, bachelor parties, oh yes - those bachelor parties.
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When Catherine got up the next day all she could think about was the box of things she’d gone through the previous day. She still couldn’t believe some of the things she’d found inside that box. It still brought thoughts to her head of the tape she’d watched, in which her parents were fucking, and enjoying it! She still found it hard to believe that she hadn’t known this about her parents, but then again, she had been a bit younger when they’d been killed in that accident all those many, many years ago.
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I have no idea why I did it, but I decided to walk home from school one afternoon. It was a long way home and a car stopped near me on the road. There was a young couple married in it and they offered me a lift to my place. They said their names were Anthon and Maya.For some reason they had me sit in the backseat next to Maya while her husband was driving. Maya was a good-looking woman, thin with a somewhat boyish figure. She had chestnut hair to her shoulders and small, perky tits and a tight ass along with an innocent face. Anthon had a boxer-like physique and a low voice.
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