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torchman

Late To The Carousel

Good things come to those who wait.

Her flight had landed. At the bag carousel, I waited and waited. Finally, she appeared: silk top, pencil skirt, dark stockings, low heels. We both smiled. Passionately, we kissed, claimed the last remaining bag, then hailed a cab. Barely en route, she unzipped me. A carefully manicured hand, tongue, and her lips enveloped me. She stopped. I groaned. Facing, she climbed and guided. We fucked, quietly, to our orgasms. The d...

ParisWaterman

Annie in Atlanta

Annie calls a cab, asks driver to masturbate for her, things progress from there

Annie Bradford, a highly respected College Dean from Minneapolis, Minnesota, was visiting some colleagues at Emory University in Atlanta, in hope of enticing one of them to accept a position at her university. Annie was a very young forty and divorced with no children. Her husband had left her for a younger woman four years before and, heartbroken, she'd thrown herself into her work. We meet her as she’s just finished wat...

RumpleForeskin

Reuniting

As her lips neared the swollen cockhead, Gwen remembered the cabbie. Let him watch.

The old-style Checker cab inched away from the congested airport loading zone,then pulled out into the cold, rainy January evening and headed for a downtown hotel. Inside, Gwen studied Mark's face. For all she knew, he might have found someone special while back home. Hesitantly, even shyly, she asked, "Did you miss me?”Mark nodded, "You were all I could think about on the flight up. Then the damn landing was delayed. Wer...