Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish that would never come back again.

I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most. I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period, I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.

This is a true story. I was dating this guy named Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few years ago. He got a new job and moved away.

Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make stuff like this up!

Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps. But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know which is worse.

I will now just tell the story. I know I promised before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know why, but I had to tell you.

“I need to go grab a pack of smokes.” I said as I went through my purse.

“You don't have any cigarettes?” Rob asked.

“I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for the whole night.” I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.

“Where do you want to go to get a pack?” He asked.

“Just any gas station is fine.” I said.

We stopped at a gas station that is about half way between the bar and my house.

“I'm going to let you go in and get them.” I said as I puffed on my cigarettes.

“You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind you smoke.” Rob asked.

“Yes. Just one pack is fine.” I replied.
“I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in there.” Rob said as he got out of the car.

If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy was!

Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me. Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.

Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar. As we got to the bar, I thought of something.

“If we are going to get drunk, how are you going to drive home?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If we get really drunk. You can't drive us home.” I said.

“Fuck! I never thought of that.” Rob said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“I will drop you off, then take the car home. I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking me.” Rob said as he lit a cigarette.

“Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all night talking to Carl.” I warned Rob.

I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close. I know Rob, trust me, I know him.

“If I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and drink it.” Rob said.

“You get him a six pack then. I want you with me!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men. If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men. One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.

I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too weak. But, this one was just right.

I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period, all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall asleep I don't catch anything on fire.

I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.” Rob said.

“Okay honey, I'll see you then.” I said right before I hung up the phone.

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I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

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“Keep fucking me like that!” I yelled out.

Rick was giving my pussy all the workout that it could handle. I've never been fucked by a guy with such force. It was as if he was trying to fuck a hole that went through my entire body. I was surprised that his cock didn't go all the way to my throat, that is how hard he was fucking me. Not that I'm complaining, I love getting it good and hard.

“Come over here Carl, don't let me forget about you,” I said as I looked at Carl.

“You want some of my cock?” Carl asked as he got on his knees.

“I don't think you need to ask that question.” I said as I put his cock in my mouth.

I was being fucked from behind and I was also sucking Carl's hard cock. This was a birthday party that I will never forget. I wanted to celebrate my twenty first birthday in style, that was exactly what I wanted to do. I was getting fucked by these two hot studs and there were two more waiting for their turn at me. I've never been with four men at one time, but there is a first for everything. I wanted the first day that I could legally drink to also be the first time I had sex with four guys. I know every woman out there would love to have four guys at one time, I know I did!

“I love that nice little ass of yours,” Rick said as he fucked me from behind.

“Give it a little smack,” I said looking back at him.

“While he's smacking my ass with his cock, smack my face with your cock,” I told Carl.

“You are a wild woman,” Carl said as he smacked my face with his cock.

He's right, I think we should live hard and pay the costs later. I'm going to have fun while I'm young, when I'm old and gray I can't do stuff like this. I don't know about that, I actually hope that I'm a wild old woman. You know the type of grandma that everyone thinks is fun. That is the old woman that I want to be. I want to go out searching for guys with my grand daughter. I think that would be the neatest thing ever.

“Do you want to switch?” Rick asked Carl.

“I'll fuck that nice pussy of hers,” Carl said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“If you are going to fuck me, you need to pound me like Rick was!” I demanded.

Carl looked down at me and he gave me a wink. I didn't know what that meant, but I had a feeling that it meant that I was about to get fucked good and hard. I've got nothing against that, if anything, I'm weary of a woman who doesn't like it like that. I can't believe that a woman would want long romantic sex with four guys. Hell no, they would want to get fucked so good, they feel it the next day!

Carl slid his cock in my wet pussy. I think he put some lube on his dick, but maybe I was just really wet. I started to suck on Rick's cock Carl slid his inside me. Every time Carl pounded my pussy, it would jolt my face into Rick's pubic hair. One time Carl fucked me so hard, that I thought he was going to make me choke on Rick's cock. Wouldn't that have been something? I don't know if I would have had to go to the hospital for such a thing. Could you imagine the look on their face's if I came in there with a cock jammed down my throat? I'm sure they would be talking about that for years to come!

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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I decided that I was going to get a make over. I dyed my hair blond, because I hear blonds have more fun. I also bought a whole bunch of new clothes. More clothes than I will be able to wear. I also got a membership at the local gym. Before I forget, I also got my nails done. If you are wondering what made me go out and do all of this, it was because I dumped my boyfriend. I found out that he was cheating on me so I dumped him. I figured out that I didn't need trash like him around in my life. I don't want to get any diseases, that's why I dumped that asshole. There are a ton of things out there that you can get by having sex with a lot of people. How was I to know that he was only fucking her? How was I to know that he was using a condom while he done it? I was on the pill, so there where no condoms in our house. I didn't catch him fucking her at my place, I caught him at her house. I didn't walk in on them having sex, but I knew what was going on. I watched him go there every day and see this woman. He had no reason to be going over there and seeing her.

So, now I'm a new woman. I have new clothes and a new look. The only thing I needed was a new person in my life. I've given up on men for awhile, I think I'll check out women from now on. I don't mean to alarm you, but I like to eat a good pussy every now and then. That is what pisses me off about my boyfriend cheating on me. If he wanted to have sex with another woman, I have a lesbian friend of mine who has been wanting to have sex with me. She might be a lesbian, but she told me she would fuck him if that meant she could eat my pussy. I even told him about her, but he didn't seem interested. I guess it was more than just sex he was after, he wanted to be with someone else. That's fine with me, I hope they are happy now. I'm happy now that I know he is out of my life. I don't need a man like that around the house.

I called up my lesbian friend to see if she wanted to go out with me. I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and then to a restaurant. She said that she had plans, but I could stop by her house later on. I told her that I would get back in touch if I didn't have any plans for the evening. I wanted to be alone with her, have a nice meal and watch a movie. That would give her the chance to put the move on me. Even though I made up my mind that I wanted to have sex with her, I still wanted her to work for it. It would make me feel like a slut if I didn't. Feeling like a slut is one thing you don't want to feel like after you kick your boyfriend out for sleeping around.

I went out to eat at this new place in town. I don't know what it's called, but it's an all you can eat place. You pay one price and you can eat all the food you like. I thought I would give it a try, I had nothing to loose but a few bucks.

The food was actually pretty good, I was surprised at how good it was. They had all different kinds of things for you to choose from. There was even a man carving all kinds of meat. I ate both turkey and ham and all kinds of other stuff. I was so stuffed, I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey. I felt so bloated after I got out of there, I'm sure someone could have rolled me down the street. I got my money's worth, I'll tell you that much.

At the all you can eat place, the food was in a buffet. Basically it was like a long table that kept the food warm. I watched one fat guy go up there at least eight times. The first time he got a little bit of food, like maybe just something to warm up his jaws. Then, the next time he went back, he really piled the food on his plate. The second trip, he had a big gravy stain on his white shirt. On the next trip, he had a little bit of mashed potatoes in his beard. The next trip, I noticed that he has some corn in his mustache. I'm sure you know where this is going. By the time I left, his shirt and face was covered with food. I even saw some food in his hair. He was looking at the food like a pervert looks at a stripper. I got a good laugh out of watching him.

When I got home, I checked my answering machine to see if I had any messages. I had one, it was from Sandy. She called and asked if I still wanted to do anything. I called her back to see what she had in mind.

“Hello?” I said as I heard her pick up the phone.

“Do you still feel like going out for dinner and a movie?” Sandy asked.

“I just ate down at the new all you can eat place. I'm so full I don't think I could eat another bite without exploding,” I said.

“I can't believe you ate that much food,” Sandy said laughing.

“I had to get my money's worth. I wasn't going to spend all that money and just eat a salad,” I told her.

“You have a point there. I'm going to fix myself something to eat really soon. Do you still want to do something tonight?” Sandy asked.

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Debby spread her legs and then looked over at me. I knew that she wanted me to eat her pussy, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do it. I felt that Debby was attractive, but she turned me off by how hard she was hitting on me. I've never been hit on like that before, not by a man or a woman. I suppose it made me feel good, it made me feel like someone found me attractive. But, some people will say anything to get in your pants.

I've only been with a woman one time before. She was a friend of mine and we were both curious about what sex with another woman would be like. We had sex and that was the end of it. We really didn't talk much about it after it was all said and done. I liked it, I thought the sex was good. I thought she was an attractive and nice lady. But, I think she felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. To be honest, I kind of felt that way too. Maybe that is why I was having so many problems deciding if I wanted to have sex with Debby. I was attracted to Debby, but something just didn't feel right.

I wasn't at the place where I could comfortably think about sex with a woman in my mind. I have always thought women were attractive, but wanting to have sex with them is a whole different story. I do have sexual feelings for women, but I try to suppress them. I try not to think about it, I block those feelings out. I don't know why, maybe it's because it feels so wrong. It feels so dirty to think about women in a sexual way. It's hard for me to be honest with myself with this sort of thing.

I don't want to sound like I am gay, because I like men. Actually, even if I had sex with women, I would still prefer a hard dick. Men have to offer what I want, I need someone that has the qualities that a man does. Women are too soft and sexy, men are strong and powerful. I need the protection that I feel a man gives me. Also, I feel an animal like attraction to men. I feel like a wild beast when I see a naked man who is about to fuck me.

Women in my mind are more sensual and more driven by emotions. I noticed that when I had sex with a woman, she had sex with my mind. She did everything that she could to turn me on mentally.

Where as a man tries to turn me on physically. Men think that sexually we are aroused like they are, by seeing and feeling things. That is one reason why sex with a woman is good in my opinion, because they work your mind. Though, if I wanted that all the time, I would just masturbate more often. I can do those same things to myself.

“What's the hold up?” Debby said as she looked down at her pussy.

I wasn't sure what the hold up really was. I guess it was because I really wasn't sure about having sex with her. I should say that I was sure that I wanted to have sex, but I wasn't sure if I could do it. I looked at her crotch and I thought about it some more. She was wearing tight pants and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a slight camel toe in the crotch of her pants. Her pussy looked nice, at least what I could see of it did. Not to mention a nice pair of tits, they were great. I could tell that she was dressed for sex, because her tits were almost falling out of that white tank top.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Debby asked.

“I did it once,” I replied.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Yes I did,” I nervously replied.

“Do you find me attractive? Do you want to have sex with me? If not, I will leave you alone.” Debby said as she looked over at me.

I wanted to do it, I really did. I wanted to tell her to take off her pants and let me eat her pussy. But, I was still a little nervous, a little shy. I kept telling myself that I wanted to have sex with her, but I just had to get over this hump.

“I'll do it!” I blurted out.

“Are you sure?” Debby asked with a smile.

“Yes I am!” I said as I moved over next to her.

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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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“Fuck!” I yelled as I fell down.

It was the first snow of the year and I was wearing high heels. How lucky was I? I wish I had watched the weather report this morning. All of the sidewalks were covered with snow.

“What is wrong?” I heard a man ask in a Mexican accent.

“I fell down.” I replied.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I don't know.” I asked.

“Your foot looks turned.” He said while looking at my foot.

“Fucking shit! I must have sprained my ankle.” I said looking down at my leg.

“I better call 9-11 for you.” He said as he took out his cell phone.

I didn't fight him, I knew he should call them. Though, if he wasn't there, I would have laid there for a few minutes before calling 9-11. I am the type that hates doctors and will do anything to avoid seeing them.

“They are asking if you are having any other problems?” The man asked as he talked on the phone.

“No, just my leg.” I said looking up at him.

“Okay. I will tell then that.” He told me.

He looked like the typical Mexican. He had a thin mustache and black hair. I have always found Mexican men to be interesting. Not really attractive, but interesting. Like maybe he should be riding a donkey through town while selling tacos. That might sound a little racist, but I don't mean it that way. I love their accents and their food. I think it is neat to hear them talk.

“They said they will be here in a few minutes.” The man said as he hung up his phone.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Would you like me to wait with you?” He asked.

This was probably one of the nicest strangers that I have ever met. The idea that he would wait in the cold with me, made me feel good. It made me feel good because most people aren't like that. I like meeting good honest people. Though, he could have been a nice guy who is a serial killer too. I mean, maybe he was being nice so he could hurt me. I know I shouldn't be thinking that way. I have been watching too many cops shows.

“I will be fine thank you. Thanks for everything that you have done.” I said looking up to him.

“Actually they are coming now.” He said as he pointed at the ambulance.

The ambulance pulled up next to me and two men got out.

“What is the problem?” One of the men asked.

“I fell down and I hurt myself.” I said.

“I am going to go now. I hope you get well soon.” The Mexican guy said.

“Thank you again for all of your help.” I said as he left.

“I fell down and I hurt my leg. I don't know if it is my leg or my ankle.” I said pointing at my leg with my finger.

They decided that they would put me on a stretcher and get me inside the ambulance. That way they could look at my leg and not have the cold snow blow in their faces.

“Looks like it could be a sprain.” The one man said.

“That is what I was thinking.” I said.

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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 can't fucking believe it!” I yelled as I slammed the door.

I had to go all the way into town so I could pay some bills. The electric company said that the bill had to be paid today or they would shut it off. You know what? The water company said the same damn thing. Are these guys involved in some way? I don't know, but it sounds like they are some how.

I can't send the money in the mail, because it won't get there fast enough. It has to be there today. I called all of my friends, but I can't get a ride into town. I have to fucking walk ten miles to town. I can't afford a taxi cab and the city bus doesn't come out this far.

The only thing I could do is walk. I don't want to sit around the house with no water or electric. That wouldn't be much of a life. Believe me, if there was a choice, I would have choose anything than walk for ten miles.

I walked down the road as cars went right passed me. Some of them almost hit me. I think one of the cars that hit me was driven by someone that was drunk. The car kept weaving and went over the white line several times. It scared me so bad, I stopped and cried. I'm not joking one bit, I stopped and cried. That guy scared me!

Just my fucking luck, it started to rain. Not just a light rain or a sprinkle, it was a full down pour. My clothes were fucking wet and I was so pissed off. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't even half way there.

“You need a ride?” I heard a voice ask.

There was a man in a car that was stopped on the other side of the road. It was raining so hard, but yet I was kind of afraid. It is never a good idea to ride with strangers. You never know what they may do to you.

“Where are you going?” I asked the man.

“I'm going where ever you are.” The man said back.

“Okay, I'll take a ride.” I blurted out.

I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want to walk in the rain anymore. I also didn't think I could make it into town. I needed to pay these bills.

“It sure is raining pretty hard out there.” The man said.

“Yes it is.” I replied as I shut the car door.

I had never seen a car like this. Then I realized it was a it was a Porsche. I could feel the powerful engine as he sped off. I couldn't believe I was in this expensive car.

“Where are you going to?” He asked.

“I am going into town. I need to pay some bills.” I said, while looking around in his fancy car.

“My name is Phil.” He said reaching out his hand.

“My name is Samantha.” I said while shaking his hand.

“Samantha, that is such a beautiful name.” Phil said while looking at me.

I know when a guy is hitting on me. This guy was the perfect example of a middle aged man, who is trying to make themselves feel young. He has the expensive car, the dyed blonde hair, the clothes younger people wear. In some ways he was cute, but in a strange way. Sometimes older men are attractive, because you know they are experienced. Some of these older guys can eat pussy like pros. But, that is another story for a later date.

“I can see your tits through your white shirt.” Phil said while looking at my chest.

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