Diary of A Male Hustler-The Return Of Sarah
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Publié :20/10/2016 20h49
Dernière mise à jour :20/10/2016 21h59 4305 vues
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I was sitting at my desk writing some checks, when she called. It was late in the morning I took a sip carrot juice and listened to the message on my answering machine. It was Sarah. I hadn't spoken to her in a month, and frankly I had forgotten about her. But memories have a habit of flowing back into the Ole noggin, quickly. Oh yeah, that one. Mr Muscle remembered her rather fondly, too. She said she wanted to see me again, and to call her ASAP. I took a cold shower, followed by a hot espresso, gathered my thoughts, and called back. Two hours later, I called back. Sarah picked up on the first ring. 'Hi babe, it's me." She said,"Please come over, I need you now." 'Listen to me, I want to take you out for an early dinner at Le Dome, so get dressed. I'll pick you up in an hour," and hung up. I was in uncharted territory. I was never so abrupt with a , and the thought crossed my mind that I'd blown it. That when I got to her door, i'd be welcomed by a woman in curlers and a robe, who would yell "Get lost," and slam the door in my face. I paced around the apartment, and philosophised to myself that this was my scene, I created it, and it was my duty to see it through. Come what may. I got dressed in my best navy blue business suit, knotted my red tie, grabbed some Binaca, and headed for the elevator, and pressed garage. I walked to my car, none too confident about the next few hours. When I got to Sarah's place, I was about 15 minutes early. So it was a good thing I couldn't find a parking spot at once, twice around the block later, I had my space. (To be cont)
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'Let's Get Ready To Rumble." Tomorrow Night's Debate
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Publié :18/10/2016 14h24
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2016 16h55 3755 vues
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And yes, Michael Buffer should be the one asking the "tough" questions. The debate should be rude and crude. Ratings will be high, but they'll be higher if the network sprinkles the audience with clowns. It's going to be a circus, a real high wire act. Sidebar, I am truly amazed at how many politicians and bureaucrats are willing to risk their careers in order help Hillary hide and divide. On the other side, I can't under why Trump was unable to attract adept, and talented people to his campaign staff.
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Diary of a Male Hustler-Nothing New Under The Sun part 2
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Publié :17/10/2016 22h45
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2016 8h10 4028 vues
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I waved my cock in her face. I thought the sight it would whet her sexual appetite, but no. She said, "Not tonight, I don't know you well enough. Just fuck me." I thought that was very old world. There she was on her back, pussy wet and inviting. Missionary, why not? I'm thinking to myself. I eased my cock into her small twat. God was she tight. A dream fuck for some. My dick went deeper into her hole, her walls gripped what I had given her. And as I rocked her, first gently, I heard her say "Papa I feel you, give me what you give mama." I had never heard this type of talk before, and it got me and Mr. Muscle a rush. I fucked hard. Sarah yelled, "Yes Daddy yes. You love your little girl!" I turned her over and entered her ass, I don't know how cum I dropped in that hole, but it was a lot. When I was through ravaging that hole, I got up, sweating like a pig. And before I knew what happening the school teacher grabbed Mr. Muscle with her soft petite hands, and guided him and me towards her mouth. Again, it got strange. I hear Sarah say "I want your candy, papa." Mr. Muscle left that little fixated lady with a lot of cum in her mouth. If she wanted to believe it was "daddy's milkshake," that's fine with me. How's that tune go? You got to keep the customer satified, " and this customer I hoped I'd here from again.
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Diary of a Male Hustler-Nothing New Under The Sun
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Publié :17/10/2016 18h19
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2016 6h57 4124 vues
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I had this appointment at this aging apartment house. I rang the bell and entered the lobby. The showroom was dimly lit, and had a funky odor. This was a referral, so I had never met this broad before. Rather, than take the elevator, I ran up the three flights, and rang her door bell. The lady couldn't have been more than 4' 11". She had long brown hair. Her name, Sarah. 40-50, I guessed. 'I'm making some tea, would you like a cup?" I wiped my shoes on the mat, entered her apartment, and replied, "Yes, thank you." As we sipped tea, she told me she was a school teacher. Later, she opened a photo album that was on her lap. A dowdy lady (her mom), a man with a short black beard (her dad), and assorted aunts and uncles. They looked ethnic, no other way to describe it. Real old world. I drained my cup, looked up and smiled in her direction. I kissed her, she kissed me. Sarah lifted her blouse, her breasts were shriveled. I took them in one hand and sucked them. With my other hand I reached under her dress and stroked her pussy. It was already good and wet. From her lap, I hit the floor got on my knees and buried my face in her pussy. Something happens when I'm eating twat, I lose track of time. She was so cute with her petite little thrusts. I'm sure she said at one point, "please don't stop." I found her "spot." The lady moaned a lot. Finally, she said, "fuck me now." I checked my watch, I had been down on Sarah for an hour. My cock was rock hard. I got up off my knees and thought for sure she was going to give me a blow job. (To be continued)
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Let's Get Presidential And Laugh
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Publié :17/10/2016 12h27
Dernière mise à jour :17/10/2016 14h34 2105 vues
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Three time Presidential candidate, and three time loser Henry Clay once proudly said, "I'd rather be right than President."(19th century bullshit artist). In that same vein I announce, "I'd rather be quoted on passion than oralled."
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"Trump Groped My Hand." 1000 Women Accuse.
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Publié :15/10/2016 18h18
Dernière mise à jour :17/10/2016 12h30 3881 vues
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Attorney Gloria Allred is filing a class action lawsuit against Donald Trump, on behalf of 1,000 women claim the candidate, "Molested their hand," when they shook hands with the candidate. One plaintiff is quoted, "He took my hand hard, and then he thrust it in his other hand. His two sweaty hands, grasped my fingers and shook them hard. After it was over, I was so exhausted that I had to light up a joint." Other women claimed, they could never shake hands with a man again, after their encounter with Mr. Trump. On the campaign trail in Florida, Senator Marco Rubio commented, "Two hands? I'm not surprised."
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Just Another Saturday Afternoon
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Publié :15/10/2016 15h49
Dernière mise à jour :16/10/2016 7h52 3145 vues
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My mom woke me up this morning, "Get up its late. Eat your breakfast, or you'll miss your cartoons. I lifted my head, turned to the window and saw the guys were already playing baseball in the playground. It was always that way, back in the Summer of '66. Watch "Bugs Bunny and Friends," or go downstairs to play ball. To this day, I can't decide which one I enjoyed doing more. My alarm clock went off at six this Saturday morning, I thought I had arranged an encounter with a very sexy woman for seven. But the mission was scrubbed. So, I had breakfast, took a shower, and a jog. When I returned, I switched on my computer, went to You Tube, and watched some cartoons.
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