Category: pulling the train

Part Time Job

It had been over three weeks now since Lindy and her boyfriend had broken up and the sexual tension that had slowly been building up in her plump pussy was now becoming almost unbearable! Even her secretary had noticed that for the past several days she had barely been able to concentrate on her work! Ever since her freshman year at college, she had always had a boyfriend who would naturally take care of all of her sexual needs, but now for the first time in her life, she was going through a period of time without a man on the horizon! At five minutes to five, her secretary Betty popped her head into her office and asked, “Got a couple of minutes to spare, boss?!?” Looking up from the report strewn all over her desk she replied, “Sure, Betty, it’s almost five, come on in!”

Taking a seat in front of the imposing desk she began slowly, “Uh, I don’t want to seem impetuous or any thing, but it’s pretty obvious that you are having a little difficulty with your break up with Stan!” Lindy was about to interrupt, but thought better of it and let her secretary continue, “I think I know exactly what you’re going through, because if you remember, the same thing happened to me about a year and a half ago!” Lindy nodded, and mumbled something about recalling such and event as Betty went on, “Well, I was climbing the walls after a couple of weeks without a man, but I found a solution that while it isn’t the thing you’d like to do everyday, it kept me from losing my mind!” At that point, Betty slid a copy of a magazine that covered all the adult night life in the city, and in large black print scribbled on the front cover was a page number! “I think that you should at least check it out,” she said while walking towards the door, “and one last thing, even though I have new boyfriend, once in a while when I get the urge, I go down and spend and hour or two just to get it out of my system, anyway, it helped me and I think it can help you, too!”
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At The Greek Festival

[ Story by Stiffy010 ([email protected]) ]

Your city has an annual Greek Festival with music, people dressed in traditional clothing doing Greek dances, food and beer booths, as well as lots of trinket and souvenir booths, amusement rides, and game booths featuring milk bottle throw, darts, pie throwing, etc. that were there to raise money for the church, it’s school, church charities and even the school athletic association.

Enjoying the afterglow of some roast lamb followed by baklava and washed down with several Greek beers and then a small glass of Ouzo you wander down the rows of booths stopping to try your hand at shooting at the moving ducks, playing Skee Ball, and throwing baseballs at milk bottles you knew were heavily weighted.

Finally, near the outer reaches of the festival area you stop at the pie throwing booth where a sign advertises that all proceeds go to the school athletic association to try your hand. A very attractive, dark haired and dark complexioned woman, who looked like she was of Greek extraction and in her early 40’s was serving as the target for a group of noisy adolescents who’d paid their 2 dollars for three pies.
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