Tom called me up and asked if I would help him wash his car. I don't know why he just doesn't pay someone to clean his car. Tom says that no one but either me or him can touch the car. That is so damn silly. He acts like that car of his is worth more than gold. I told Tom that one of these days something will happen to it and he will go nuts. He said that he wouldn't go nuts, he would just get another car to fix up. I'm not sure what would be worse. I shouldn't say stuff like that, I love my Tom. He is a great guy. Just a little crazy when it comes to cars. I guess we all need something to make our lives complete. He could be doing much worse things than messing around with that car of his.

I told Tom that I had some errands that I needed to run. I would have to come home and put on some old clothes if he wanted me to help wash the car. He said that would be fine, he had a few things that he needed to do also. I didn't have much to do, but I needed to get the stuff out of the way. My dog needed some food. If I let him run out of food, believe me, he would have let me know it. That damn dog acts like the world is going to end if I don't feed him as soon as I get home from work. I wish my life was that easy. Lay around all day and wait for someone to feed you. That would be my kind of life. Not only that, but dog's can lick themselves. I won't even go there, you ladies know what I'm talking about.

I put on an old pair of shorts and a sports bra. I normally don't go out and about wearing just a sports bra, but I knew there would be no one around. Tom keeps his car in the back of his house. That way nothing can get to it. He only takes it out for drives on Sundays, but every day he is back there doing something to it. I don't know what he is doing, but it is always something. I told him if he could figure out a way to put a pussy on that car, I would be in some serious trouble. I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. Tom got a kick out of that and said that nothing would even come close to my pussy. I guess that's one thing that I will always have on that car. I'm not sure if that should make me feel good or not.

I'm jealous of that damn car. There, I said it. But, I really am. I know that I shouldn't be, but that is how life goes. I'm jealous of it and there is no way around it. I wish that he would spend half of the time he spends with that car, with me. I know I should just be happy that he has a hobby and that he isn't getting in trouble. I had a boyfriend that was always in trouble with the law. It was so embarrassing to tell my family that he was in jail again. I guess at least with Tom, I know that I'll never have to tell my parents stuff like that about him. My parents like Tom, so that's a big plus to me. If my mom likes the man I'm dating, that tells me he is a good man. I'm old fashioned like that.

I arrived over at Tom's house. I didn't even knock on the door, I knew that he would be around back playing around with the car. Tom looked up at me as he was polishing the chrome in the back of the car. I don't know what it's called, but I know he was working on the metal thing on the back of the car. If you can't tell, I don't know too much about cars. I should though, after listening to all of the stuff that Tom has told me over the years. You would think by now I would be a car expert. I can say, I do know more about cars now than what I did when we first met. When we first met, all I knew was where to put the gas. Now, I can do all kinds of things. I can even check the air in my tires. Doesn't sound like much, but it is to me.

“How are you doing sweetie?” Tom asked as he heard me walking near him.

“Not too bad. You?” I asked.

“I think there is a little chip in the paint on the rear fender,” Tom said as he looked up at me.
“Oh no! Should we call a doctor?” I asked, trying to pretend to be overly concerned.

“You women don't understand. This is my baby!” Tom said as he polished the metal on the back of the car.

I'll never understand men and their cars, but that's just life I guess. I really don't know if it all makes that much of a difference. I love Tom and that is all that matters to me. Tom is a good man, someone who I would like to marry. I guess even if he does spend too much time with his car, he does love me. Love is something that is hard to find these days. When you do find it, you better keep a hold of it. You never know when you will be finding love again.

Tom threw me a sponge and told me to get to work. The look on his face told me that something was up. I just didn't know what. I washed the front part of the car and looked at it closely. It didn't look too dirty to me. I mean, it wasn't exactly clean, but not dirty enough to wash it. Most people would love a car to be half as clean as Tom's car was. It wasn't long until I found out why he wanted me to wash his car.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I felt Tom scrubbing me with soap.

“Oh sorry, I thought you were the car,” Tom said with a smile.

“Look at what you did! Now I will have to take off my sports bra!” I said as I took it off.

“Do those nice tits of yours need cleaning as well?” Tom asked.

“If you are going to wash them, go for it.” I said looking at Tom with a silly face.

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I have a story to tell, but you need to promise me one thing. If you can't do this, then please don't read the story. I don't think it is too much to ask.

I just got out of prison three months ago. Please don't judge me and think I am a bad person. I did my time and paid my debt to society. I got in trouble because I shop lifted three times in a row. I guess I should say that I was caught three times in a row.

I don't know what led me to steal stuff. I didn't have the money to buy the things that I wanted. So, I stole them. It wasn't the smartest thing I could do. But, I have learned my lesson. I have paid my debts and want to start my life over again.

I have promised my parole officer that I will never steal again. I am even in a support group that meets three times per week. I think it helps to talk about why I wanted to steal. I have to admit, I stole more than three times, those are the only times that I got caught. I'm not proud of what I did. But, I am proud that I can change my life around. I know I can do it.

Sometimes we go out for coffee after the meetings. Other times we just go home. I wish that I could go to these meetings every day, but I know that not everyone wants to have them every day. I have asked around to see if anyone would like to come to my house for meetings when we don't have any. A few people said they would think about it, but they never gave me an answer. I will have to ask them again and see what they say.

When I was in prison, I had a few flings with men. I know you won't believe it, but the male officers like to fuck the inmates. The women are more than happy to put out. Especially the ones that are there for life or on death row. Those women are sluts! It is said that single men request to work around the women who are doing life. They request it because they know the women will fuck their brains out.

Not only is there a lot of sex with the prison workers, but there is a lot of lesbian sex going on. I tried it a few times, when I was really lonely. But, I didn't like it at all. I don't see what women get out of having sex with other women. I like to feel a strong man fuck me good and hard. Not a delicate woman and her tongue. Tongues are nice, but cock is better! Though, a lot of women turn lesbian when they are in prison for a long time.

I met this one guy named Tyrone. This guy had the biggest black cock that I have ever seen. This thing was so long, the first time I saw it, it actually scared me! I didn't think my pussy would be able to handle such a long thing!

This is the real story that took place. I will never forget one word that was said. Trust me ladies, you will remember the biggest cock you have ever seen.

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“Honey, I'm home.” Patrick said as he shut the door.

Patrick loves to watch porn movies. I don't care much for them, but I like watching him watch them. If that makes any sense. I love to see a man get really turned on. I think it makes sex way more fun.

“Did you get a porn movie?” I asked.

“You know I did!” Patrick said as he sat down on the couch.

I went upstairs and I got the lube and the condoms. Sometimes when he is watching porn movies, he fucks me really fast and hard. Sometimes I have to use extra lube so I don't get sore. That is how hard he fucks me. I don't mind it though, I think it feels good. Every now and then I like to get fucked really hard. I like to get fucked so hard, that I loose my voice. But, it takes a damn good porn movie for that to happen.

“I've got everything ready.” I said as I walked down the stairs.

“Let me relax for a few minutes and smoke a cigarette.” Patrick said as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

I already know what he will do next. Patrick will take a few puffs off of his cigarette and blow the smoke out his nostrils. Half way through his cigarette, he will say he has to go take a piss. I know him well enough to know, that he makes sure his bladder is empty before he has sex. He says that he hates having to piss during sex. I get so involved while having sex, that I don't even notice if I have to piss.

“I'm going to go take a piss.” Patrick said exhaling smoke from his mouth.

I told you, he would take a piss before we had sex! Do I know my man or what?!

“I'll take off my clothes as you put the tape in.” I said as I took off my pants.

Since this was just a movie rental, there wasn't any plastic to remove off of the box.

Sometimes it takes so long to remove that plastic from the boxes, that I loose interest in having sex. When I am in the mood to get fucked, I want to get fucked.

“Okay, now all we have to do is wait.” Patrick said as he put the movie in.Why is it that all of these movies seem to have twenty minutes worth of commercials in the beginning? I guess some guys who watch these movies like to call phone sex numbers when they are done. I don't know why a man would want to do that. I mean, they should be jacking off to the video they are watching!

Patrick pulled down his pants and flicked his cock around a few times. He likes to do this to make it hard. I have never known a man to flick his cock around to get it hard. But, it works for him I guess. I moved in and started to work his cock with my hand. It got hard in no time.

The movie came on and the first thing I saw, was lesbians. They went straight into eating pussy, they didn't even kiss each other.

“Fast forward to the next scene. I hate watching lesbos have sex.” I said.

“This whole tape is lesbians having sex.” Patrick said as he watched the movie.

“All of the movie is lesbians? No men at all?” I asked stunned.

“Yes, all lesbians.” He said.

“You know I don't like to watch lesbos have sex. Why did you get a movie like this?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to see lesbians.” Patrick replied.

What do men get out of watching two women having sex? I will never understand this. I think it is so gross, that it makes me sick!

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I'm a bartender at a high class restaurant. This isn't the normal beer joint that you might be thinking of. This is the type of bar where people order fancy mixed drinks and leave big tips. I've worked in a few beer joints in my day. I've always wanted to be a bartender since I saw one on television when I was a kid. I remember how fascinated I was when I would watch westerns with my dad. The men always drank heavily and the women were always sexy. My mom would always tell my dad that she wished he drooled over her half as much as he did the babes in the westerns. It wouldn't be a long time until I understood what she meant.

I went to work like I normally do. Looking forward to serving my customers. This isn't the type of place where people get drunk. People come and have a few drinks, loosen up a bit. They talk to me or who ever is in the bar. A lot of people come up to the bar after they have finished their meals. Very few people stop in just for a drink. I guess that's because we are mostly known as a restaurant and not as a bar. Though, it does get pretty crowded on the weekends. People like to come out for a bite to eat and have a drink or two. Especially when it's summer time and no one wants to cook in a hot kitchen. The bar is always cool as a cucumber, no matter how hot it is outside.

“What kind of beer do you have on tap?” A nice looking black man asked.

“What are you looking for? We have both domestic and imports on tap,” I said as I watched him sit down at the counter.

“Hook me up with an import. Give me what you think is the best.” The man said as he looked at me in a sexual way.

I'm the type of person who loves to drink. I shouldn't say it like that, but I think you know what I mean. I love to have a beer or a glass of wine. I usually don't get drunk, but I will sip on a drink when I get off of work. Sometimes I come home and mix myself a drink and feel like I'm back at work. Usually I just pour myself a glass of red wine or drink a bottle of beer. I think a drink each day is good for the nerves. I've read where a drink a day will make you live to a ripe old age. But, I'm not sure if I believe that. I don't know if alcohol can do such a thing or not. I would like to hope so, but I won't be holding my breath.

I handed him a glass of beer and he took one sip and looked at me. I wasn't sure if he liked the beer or if he thought it was awful. He took another sip and gave me a big smile. That's when I knew that he liked it. The man drank the beer as I wiped off the counter. I told him not to worry, I would clean his side when he was done.

“How are you doing?” Matty asked as she walked up to the man.

“Not bad. How are you?” The man asked.

“Not bad at all. In fact, I'm good now that you are here Charles.

“This is Charles. He is a long time friend of mine,” Matty said as she introduced us.

“Nice to meet you.” I said as I continued cleaning.

I usually have quite a bit of stuff to do right before we close. I watched Matty flirt with Charles and it got me to wondering. Why would they do such a thing in a public place like this? I over heard her talking about his cock and what she would do to it. I've never heard Matty say such things before. In fact, I always thought she was a lesbian. We had a fling about a week ago, but it wasn't nothing major. She felt me up and fingered me until I came. It wasn't ground breaking or anything like that, but it did feel good. I listened to them talk some more and it blew my mind. Charles was asking her if she wanted him to eat her pussy.

“Why don't you two go in the bathroom and fuck already!” I said as I listened to them talk dirty.

“Why go to the bathroom? We can fuck right here and you can join us,” Matty said with a silly smirk.

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