My friend Tabitha and I are whores. I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about it.

Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone. He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in, the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers. He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before. But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.

Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something. I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems, but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.

We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage. It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind, in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else. Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty surprised if he did.

As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.

I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock. All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That number might be a little low.

“You do your best work on your knees,” Jim said looking down at me.

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What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency room and it was one hell of a busy day. I can't even begin to tell you how awful it was. There was an old guy that cut his hand with a knife. I don't remember how old he was, but he had to be over eighty years old. He was cutting up some onions in his kitchen and sliced his finger a good one. It was a bad cut, but it wasn't life threatening. Though, the old guy thought for sure he was going to die. He was yelling and screaming that he was going to die. I can't believe that a man his age, hasn't came to terms with death yet. A woman also came in and thought she was pregnant. Not only was she pregnant, but she was going to have the baby any time. After a checkup, it was discovered that she wasn't pregnant. We sent her up to the mental ward and everything was okay with her then. We found out that she has a history of mental illness and stuff like this isn't exactly new for her. I've never seen the woman myself, but records show she has been in the emergency room claiming to have all kinds of problems.

I went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for my lunch. My lunch break couldn't have came at a better time. If I was a smoker, I would have been chain smoking. I know I shouldn't let my job get the best of me, but I don't have much of a choice. I take my job serious and sometimes that means I end up stressed out. Some days everything goes just the way you want it. All of the patients get treated and end up being okay. Other days, it seems like you can't do nothing right. Just one death can make you feel like a miserable failure. That one death, was a loving person to someone. There might be a person without their spouse, parent, best friend, whatever. You have to deal with the fact that they died on your clock. Maybe if there was someone else there, they might have been able to save their life. I know that I do my best and rely on my training like everyone else. But, sometimes it can be very difficult to deal with.

“How are you today?” Jackie asked as we stood in line.

“What a fucking day,” I said as I shook my head from side to side.

“One of those days. I know what you mean,” Jackie said as she placed her tray up on the counter.

I looked around to see what I wanted to eat. I should say, to see what they had to eat. I ended up getting the baked cod with rice and beans. It was the first thing that caught my eye. I've learned how to stop ordering food when your gut is growling. If you don't, you will end up with ten times more food on your tray then what you need. I've been working out lately and trying to loose some weight. I don't need to be putting it back on! Not that I was fat before I went on the diet. But, I felt like if I kept going down that road, I would end up being fat. I would end up with an ass so wide, that I would have to put a bumper on it.

I got my food and I found an empty table to sit at. Jackie seen that I was sitting all alone so she came over and sat at my table. She always knows how to make me feel better. We both are into chicks, so we have that in common with each other. We also have had sex before. Sometimes we have sex in the mop closet if we don't have anything better to do. The hospital is one big orgy, all day long. There is always someone fucking. Either it will be the staff fucking the staff, or the staff fucking one of the patients. I'm not lying, it is crazy at this place. They never taught us about this in college!

“There is a cute guy on the other wing,” Jackie said as she lifted a fork to her mouth.

“What is he in for?” I asked.
“I don't remember. I think he had some kind of surgery.” Jackie said, as she paused to think.

I forgot that she works on a different floor than I do. I work in the emergency room and she works upstairs. She handles all of the people who are sick, but they can't go home yet. I see people who are either on the verge of dying or just need to be helped out. Also, we get the crazy people too. Some days it is a little mix of all of those and other days it seems like everyone is on their death beds. I don't understand it myself, but some say it depends on when the next full moon is. When the moon is full, all of the crazy people come out. Some of the nurses and doctors say they call tell when a full moon is going to take place, just by how people act. I don't know about that, I haven't put that much thought into it.

As I ate my cod fish, it made me think of one of my old girlfriends. I know that sounds hilarious, but you will understand in a minute. She used to say that she smelled like cod fish when she was on her period. Every time I eat cod fish I think about her. I see her every now and then and we send holiday cards to each other. We split up on good terms, you could say. No breakup ends in a good way, unless you hate the person you are with. I never hated her, but I really wasn't in love. I just needed someone to pay some attention to me and all that stuff. I'm sure you have dated people for the exact same reason.

“You want to join me and two other girls in on the action?” Jackie asked.

“What action?” I asked, confused what she meant.

“We are all going to fuck the guy. You know, the guy I was telling you about,” Jackie said as she watched me drink from my milk carton.

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I've recently discovered Japanese food. I don't know how I have ever lived life without this stuff. Not only is the food damn good, but those Japanese people sure are a happy bunch. I've never understood how a group of people could be so happy. Especially after their country was blown to hell and back by an atomic bomb. I love how Japanese women never look old. They can be over the hill and they still look like a spring chicken. I don't know how they do it, but it certainly is nothing short of amazing.

Jason, my boyfriend said that he had a special treat for me. He was going to take me to this special Japanese restaurant place. Jason also said that there was a kinky surprise waiting for me. This kind of took me by surprise. I've never heard of such a thing. I asked him if I should get dressed up and he said no. Jason then gave me an outfit to wear. It was a traditional Japanese outfit that looked great. I don't know if I would wear such a thing in public, but for wearing around the house it would be great. Jason said that I had to wear this when we went out for this special treat. That got me thinking a little, but I didn't allow it to not make me want to go. I don't know why, but I found all of this kind of interesting.

“Let's head on out in about ten minutes,” Jason said as he walked up the stairs to our bedroom.

“Are you going to put your outfit on?” I asked as I watched him go up the stairs.

“Yes, that's what I'm going to do now.” Jason said as he walked into our bedroom.

I wasn't going to go up to our bedroom to put on the outfit. I figured I would just put it on in the living room. No need to go all the way upstairs to just throw on this robe like thing. I wasn't sure if I should wear my panties and bra underneath this thing or not. I put it on and looked down at my chest. I figured that it would be a good idea to keep them on. That way if something happened we needed to get out of the car, nothing would fall out. That wouldn't be a good thing for me, but a good thing for anyone looking. I didn't feel like putting on a show for the world to see.

We hopped into the car and off we went. I still didn't know where we were going. We drove for about a half hour and I was still puzzled. I asked Jason where we were going and he wouldn't tell me. He just said that we would be getting there shortly. We have never went out of town for our Japanese food. There is a nice little Japanese restaurant near the mall that we go to. I was starting to wonder where he heard of this Japanese place that we were going to. It was so far away, that I knew he couldn't have stumbled upon it. He could have seen an advertisement for it some where, but it wouldn't make sense that he actually wanted to go there. We had no way of knowing if there food was any better than the local shop that we go to.

When we rolled into the driveway of a house, I was even more puzzled. I thought we were going to a restaurant, not someone's house. All this time I thought I was going to be eating at a fancy Japanese restaurant. I thought everyone would be wearing this traditional Japanese stuff, like we were wearing. Well, I could see that those ideas where shot to the wind. I kept trying to think what he was up to, but nothing came into mind. We walked up to the door and Jason let us in. The door wasn't even locked. There were lights on in some of the rooms while other rooms were pitch dark. I looked into the windows while we were walking up to the house, but I couldn't see anything inside that seemed out of the ordinary. I saw a television, but it was turned off. A dinning room table, but there was no food on it. Everything looked like a place where the people weren't home.

I had a strange feeling go through me as we walked through the house. It almost like how the actors pretend they feel in low budget horror flicks. They act afraid, but you know it is all an act. Between the bad acting and the piss poor effects, no one with a right mind would think that it all was real. I looked around the house and nothing seemed out of place. It looked like a house that people lived in. There was a coffee table with opened letters on it. Like someone had went through their bills that came in the mail that day. There was even a newspaper that was neatly folded on the couch. As if someone had bought it, but hasn't had the chance to read it.

I wasn't able to get the nerve to say anything to Jason. I trust him, at least I did trust him. My trust in him was wavering at this point. Even though I felt like I knew him better than my own self, I still couldn't help but feel this was all too weird for me. Almost as if, I was being betrayed some how. Maybe someone would jump from behind a closed door and slit my throat. I know that sounds silly, but when you're in a situation like this, you never know what can happen.

I wanted to freeze and then run in the other direction. This was getting way too spooky for me. I've never been to this place and I don't even recognize this part of town. I've been to this city before, but I don't know anyone here. We walked down a flight of stairs and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I was so nervous, my palms were almost dripping with sweat. I slid my hand down the banister as we walked down the stairs. The banister was clean and smooth, like someone had waxed it recently. Once we got down stairs, we turned and things looked familiar. Not because I was ever in this place, but because it looked like the Japanese restaurant. Part of me wanted to sigh in relief and the other part tried to understand why everything looked the way it did. This certainly was the most strange thing I have ever seen in my life.

Jason slowly opened the door and I saw what looked like the inside of the Japanese restaurant. The area where we go in and eat. They have separate rooms for each of the customers. You can eat at the counter if you like, but we always go to one of the special rooms. I looked around and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was so beautiful, but it was also almost exactly like the restaurant that we go to. I looked around some more and I got the shit scared out of me. There was a woman laying on a table covered with Japanese food. Not just any woman, but a woman that we used to have three ways with. It blew my mind. I haven't seen or heard from her in many years. She raised up and gave us a smile, but was very cautious so that none of the food fell on the floor.

“You really had me fooled!” I said as I looked down at Kelly.

“We knew you would be. Jason called me up and asked if I would like to get together again with you two. Dig in before the food goes bad,” Kelly said as I looked at all of the food on her body.

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I saw an ad in the paper that advertised handyman services. I have been needing some work done around my house, so I thought I would give them a call. A really cute sounding guy answered the phone and asked what I needed done. I told him and he said that it wouldn't cost very much if I went through him. He said that the other handymen in the area would charge up to double what he would charge me. I was sold. Not only was I going to get a good deal, but he sounded really cute.

Doug said that he would come over tomorrow after lunch. Doug said that he had a job that he had to do first thing in the morning. That was fine with me, I don't like to get up early anyway. I'm more of a night owl, if you know what I mean. I had the day off and I wanted to sleep in. You know how it is when you get up for work every day early in the morning. I like my beauty sleep on my days off. The next day came before I knew it. This is what really happened. Doug turned out to be something else. You will see what I mean in a minute.

“Come on in.” I said as I heard a knock on my door.

Doug walked in and I was blown away. Standing before me was a super hot guy and I didn't know what to say. It was all I could do to keep myself from stuttering. I looked at his long black hair and I felt a shiver go up my spine. He looked at me with a nervous smile, like he wasn't sure what to say to me.

“What do you need me to do?” Doug asked as he looked around the place.

I knew what I needed him to do all right. I needed him to stuff my pussy with his tool. There was no way around that. It was then that I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I needed his cock in my pussy really bad. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually fall head over heals for a man like this. But, he was such a manly man. He had a tool box and wore work clothes. He looked like he was a hard working guy. That is a turn on in itself. I love a man that is good with his hands. The problem is, most men that are good with their hands, aren't half as good looking as Doug.

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My boyfriend Eddy got a brand new car. I told him that we couldn't afford it, but he went and got it anyway. Eddy said that he just had to have this car. He saw it when him and a friend went to car lots to just look around. Just look around my ass! I wish I could say that I just went to the store to look around but decided that I needed a new fur coat. I'm sure he would go along with that. Yeah, right! I know Eddy better than that. I guess I shouldn't be too upset. I mean, he promised to pay for it with his own money. We both have jobs and he said that he wouldn't make me pay for any of it. I told him that if I had to pay on it, I get to drive it. Eddy told me that there was no way in hell he was going to let a woman drive his car. Eddy, he thinks that all women are bad drivers. I don't know where he got that from. Probably from one of his buddies, because I've heard him say it too.

“I've got something to ask you?” Eddy asked.

“What now?” I asked.

“Can you call up Shirley and ask if she would like to fuck in my new car?” Eddy asked.

“You and this new car. I suppose I can give her a call.” I said as I shook my head back and forth.

I've been having a relationship with a woman named Shirley. We have been going together for about the past six months. Actually, Eddy and I kind of are. I'm bisexual and I allow him to fuck her as well. The relationship is getting pretty deep, but she is afraid to move in with us. You see, her family doesn't know she is bisexual. They think that she is only into men. They also think that she has no man in her life. If they know what she was doing, they would blow their lids. I'm not sure why it matters, but it matters to her. I've met Shirley's family and they seem like nice people. Her dad is a hard working man and her mom is a nice sweet lady. Actually, they seem like the perfect television couple.

I called Shirley up on the phone and asked her if she would be up for having sex in the new car. Shirley asked if that was a little too kinky. I told her it probably was, but that wasn't going to stop Eddy. She knows how Eddy is when it comes to sex. He likes to fuck just about every where he can think of. I'm the same way too, but not when it comes to Shirley. I know that she only likes to do it in public when she is in the mood for it. One time I ate her pussy as she sat on a slide in a park. You wouldn't believe the looks that we got when I ate her pussy. One time she fingered me while we were in the mall. We were sitting on a bench and she put her hand underneath my coat and fingered me until I had an orgasm. I don't know if anyone knew what we were doing or not. I tried to not act like it felt good or any of that.

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My girlfriend Katie and I joined a fetish club not too long ago. We have been living together for about two years now. We dated for about six months before she moved in with me. We are both bisexual, but we prefer women. Hence, the reason why we are living together. Every now and then we do get a craving for dick. We used to have a friend that would come over and lay it to us when we needed it. He got married almost a year ago. So, we haven't been able to get any off of him. It was a shotgun wedding, as some might call it. He got some chick pregnant and they got married. We had a few other guys since, but they all turned out to be duds. Not one of them were men that we could have a long term relationship with.

Katie heard about the fetish club from someone where she works. They said that it was a great way to meet other people that have the same interests. We are pretty open minded when it comes to sex. I'm sure that isn't too hard to believe since we are bisexual. We have met this man through the fetish club. I'm going to call him Bob, even though that's not his real name. I'm sure he wouldn't want the entire world to know what he is up to. Sex is one of those things that people don't like to talk about. I'm the type of person that is really open when it comes to sex. But, you never know how some people might react. I know Bob is pretty open minded, but I also know that he has a good job. He might loose his job if his boss knew what he was up to. Some bosses can be real assholes, but I'm sure you know that. Everyone has dealt with at least one asshole boss in their lifetime. I know I've dealt with my fair share.

Bob asked if we could come over to his place. Bob said that he wanted to have sex with us, that is if we wanted to. That is one of the nice things about the fetish club, everyone is so open and honest. I know I could have told Bob no and he wouldn't have gotten upset. While we don't know Bob all that well, I do feel like he is becoming a good friend. The type of guy that we would invite over for supper and chit chat about life and all that. The kind of guy who you would ask to barrow a cup of sugar off of, if he was your neighbor. When I was younger, I would have been turned off by him and thought he was a pervert. Even though I was opened minded about my sexuality, I wasn't very open minded when it came to sex in general. Katie has helped me open my mind up to a lot of things. My life is so much better now. I haven't had better sex in my entire life and I'm happier also. Not just because of the sex, but because I am more open with my feelings. I can tell Katie if I'm having a bad day or to stay away because I feel like a bitch. I couldn't have told anyone that I was feeling bitchy. It would have made me feel uncomfortable being that open with someone.

Sometimes I feel that Bob is the man that we have been wanting. He has a wife, but she hasn't joined us yet. She has watched, but that is about it. Bob's wife played with her pussy as she watched all of us go at it. I wanted to give her wet pussy a few licks, but she says that she likes to watch Bob fuck other women. Every now and then she will join in on the fun if she gets aroused enough. I'm not sure how you could watch three people having sex and not get so aroused that you have to join in. Maybe she is nervous or something, I don't know. She doesn't seem like she has a problem with her husband having sex with us. If anything, I think she enjoys it more than he does. One time she told Katie that she could smell her pussy from across the room. Katie rubbed her finger up and down her slit and put it under Bob's wife's nose. I thought for sure that she was going to start messing around with Katie, but she didn't. I know if I was her, there wouldn't have been any way I could have held myself back.

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A few weeks ago I met this really nice lady. I met her at a local gay bar. She had such an interesting pair of eyes, that I had to talk to her. I'm the kind of woman who notices small things like that. Eyes really turn me on. The eyes are what tells the world what you are thinking. You can't deny what you are thinking. You can tell if a person is happy, sad, or boiling pissed off. I walked up and offered to buy her a drink. She said that she was only having one drink, but would take me up on the offer if she wanted a soda pop later on. That took me a little by surprise. I've always wanted a principled lady in my life. I know that I'm far from being principled. I'm the wild type, I like to live on the edge. Carla only had one drink, I had at least six or more. I stopped counting after six. The more I drank, the more I talked to Carla. She is an interesting lady.

I learned that night that Carla had a pretty fat pocket book, so to speak. She didn't come right out and say she was rich, but I could tell. I could tell by the way she talked about money and the kind of house she claimed to live in. Carla gave me her phone number and I told her that I would give her a call. I wasn't about to try to get her to call me. I never have any luck with chicks like her. They say they will call, but they never do. One night I was feeling kind of lonely, so I decided to give her a call. We talked for about an hour and she seemed really nice. Carla is a real deep thinker. I never thought she would have been. I don't know why I felt that way, I just did.

A week or so went by since the day we met. We still talked on the phone, but I hadn't seen her since. Carla asked if I would like to go out for dinner. I told her that I would love to. She took me out to a real fancy place. This place had table clothes and all of that. Way out of my price range. The food was good and so was Carla's company. I think she was interested in my wild lifestyle. I'm not too wild, don't think I am. To a rich woman who does nothing but work, I am pretty wild. I like to drink some booze every now and then and I eat my fair share of pussy. Nothing wrong with that I guess. I mean, you only have one life to live. If I had shit loads of money, I might spend all day counting it too. But, I'm a hard working person who likes to let her hair down from time to time. I pay my taxes and all that shit. I deserve a little fun every now and then.

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I met this rich guy not too long ago. I'd say we have been dating for about four months now. We have been dating since we first laid eyes on each other. David, that's my boyfriend, he is one rich dude. I'm telling you, I never knew one person could have so much money. I wouldn't believe it, if I didn't see it with my own eyes. David is so rich, he even owns two homes! If you are anything like me, I wondered how he got all of this money. It is a little surprising for a young guy like David to have all of this money. At first I was kind of nervous, I thought maybe there was drugs involved or something. He told me that he wasn't into none of that shit. No, his parents are well off and they gave him shit loads of money. David said that he took the money his parents gave him and invested it in the stock market. David says that he made a shit load of money back in the nineties when stocks were soaring.

David told me to pack my bags, because we were going to be flying out to his other place. David wanted a little fun in the sun, as he called it. He didn't say how long he wanted to go for, but I figured it would be less than a week. His trips are never for more than a week at a time. He has to come back so he can make sure everything is okay with his stocks. He also owns a restaurant that he has to check up on. I forgot to tell you that he owns a restaurant. It is a little Italian place on the other side of town. They serve up some damn good food, if you're into Italian food. I love the stuff, I can't get enough of it. David says Italian food is the best food in the world. I don't know if I would go that far, but it is tasty. I never thought I would say this, but they make a killer squid dish. They call it something other than squid, but I forget what that name is. All I know is, it tastes damn good.

We got on the plane early in the morning. David is always up at six o'clock right on the nose. He says that he has to get up so early so he can have the full day to work on stuff. I'd think he could get up a few hours later and feel the same way. I try not to be too bitchy about waking up so early, but it can be hard at times. I hate waking up early in the morning. Sometimes David will let me sleep in if he cooks his own breakfast. That doesn't happen too often, but every now and then he lets me sleep in. I usually surprise him with a nice blow job if he lets me sleep in. I love sucking cock and I also like to show him how much the little things he does means to me.

“Can't wait until we get to the other house,” David said as he looked out the window of the plane.

“It sure will be nice. To be able to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine,” I said, dazing off thinking about it.

“I don't plan on doing anything else. All I want to do is relax and spend some time with you,” David said as he sat back into his seat.

“That is such a sweet thing to say.” I said as I bent over and kissed David on the cheek.

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Philip, my boyfriend, is one crazy fucker. You wouldn't believe how kinky this guy is. Hell, I know you wouldn't believe me if I didn't have these pictures to prove it. Philip begged and begged me to have someone take pictures of us having sex at the bar his father owns. I really didn't want to go along with it, but after hearing him beg I thought I had to do it. I had nothing to loose and I get turned on knowing that people are watching us fuck. I just never have had anyone take pictures of me doing it before. Well, at least not until we fucked at his bar.

This is how the day started. I knew that Philip wanted to fuck down at the bar, so I got myself prepared for it. I know that sounds a little silly, but I wanted to look good. I hate having pictures taken of me when I'm not looking good. I wasn't sure if anyone else would be looking at the pictures, but I wasn't even going to take a chance. I wanted to look my best just in case.

I've always wanted to do one of those sexy home movies. You know, how people make their own porn movies. I really never mentioned it to any of my boyfriends. I guess I was kind of afraid that someone would get a hold of the tape or something. Philip, he says I have nothing to worry about. If people find these pictures, I will be famous. Philip says my body is so smoking hot, that these pictures will make everyone jack off. I don't know about that. But, I do think I have a nice body. I work out a lot and try not to eat any fast food. That is my secret to staying fit and trim. I don't diet or none of that shit.

I woke up and smoked a bunch of cigarettes. I'm really not sure why I smoked so much more than I usually do. Maybe I was feeling a little nervous and needed something to calm my nerves. I don't know, but I was looking forward to the big event. You know what I'm talking about, getting fucked on camera! I had been thinking about it for days nonstop. I wanted to get it done and over with, to see if I really liked it. If I liked it, I planned on asking Philip if he would like to do a movie with me. Who knows, we might even put it on the Internet! I've seen all kinds of home made porn movies on the Internet. I'm sure people would love to watch us fuck, just as much as they like to the other people they watch. Not only that, but I think I would like to watch us fuck as well. That would really get me turned on. I've even thought about asking Philip to shoot his cum on my face. I don't know if that is too dirty or not. But, it sure sounds fucking hot to me!

I went to the beauty parlor and got my hair done. I wanted to make sure that it looked good for the photo shoot. Suzie, she is the lady that I always go to. She asked why I was so excited and needed to get my hair done. I lied and told her that I was going to a wedding. She got all excited and told me to have fun. It was funny watching her get excited over a lie like that. But, I really didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't tell her the truth, I knew that I couldn't. If she knew what I was really going to be doing, she would have told everyone. Hell, if I knew that she was doing such a thing, I would tell everyone too. Stuff like this is way too fucking hot to keep under your hat! I mean, how many times do you hear about something like this happening? To people you know that is. Sure, rich and famous people do this sort of stuff all the time. But people like me, not too often.

Philip came over to my house and he was looking great. Philip said that he hit the gym before coming over so he would look toned. I don't know if he looked toned, but he sure did look horny as fuck. I couldn't believe the look in his eye when he walked through my door. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there for sure. But, he said that he wasn't going to do that. No, he wanted to shoot his load on camera. To be honest, I really didn't want to do it then any way. I wanted this to be special, not one of those days where all you do is have meaningless sex. Maybe I'm taking this all way too far, but who knows. All I know is, I was really fucking excited.

“You look like you can't wait for tonight,” Philip said as he sat on my couch.

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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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