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“Hi, Sally. It's me, Dan Maxwell.”

“Oh hi, sir. How are you?”

“I'm fine,” he replied. “I was wondering if you'd given any thought to returning to the U.K. The team has gotten a good handle on things so you're free to return home.” Mr. Maxwell was silent, awaiting a reply.

Sally looked at Desmond, who had just awakened. She used her free hand to stroke his already erect penis. They both smiled.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell, but I like it here; I've met... some really great people.” She began stroking Desmond harder and faster.

“Well, what does that mean for your return to the U.K.?”

“Sir, I'm very much... tempted.” Now that Mike had awakened as well, she looked at the two large dicks waiting for her. “But I think I'll stay.”

“Well, I am very sorry to hear that, Sally. I wish you all the best in your endeavors.”

“You too, Mr. Maxwell. Goodbye.”

Sally looked at Desmond and Mike, and gripped both of their cocks, “You know, I'm thinking of calling in sick today. Will you two... stay and take care of me?”

The two men grinned. Today was promising to be quite an exotic adventure.

THE END

Runaway Thirst

Chapter 1

What had happened to Jennifer? Her parents, her sisters, and her friends couldn’t put their finger on exactly when it had happened, but it most surely had.

She had been born and raised in a little Midwest prairie town surrounded by some of the best farmland in America. Not to say they were rich. They weren’t. Jennifer’s father was the town butcher; a big, rosy-faced, smiling man who loved to joke and tease his customers, and they included nearly everyone in that small town. Aside from the A & A, his was the only place to buy meat. It was a town where everyone knew one another. Jennifer’s mother was a stay-at-home mom; the kind of mom who bakes and cooks and sews, keeps the family home ship-shape, and has dedicated her life to her family. The family was very involved with the Evangelical Protestant Church, and along with attending services each Sunday, their social lives were busy with other members at a variety of activities: bowling, dances, socials and charity events.

The family was a close one, Jennifer being the middle child. She, Megan and Emily were each two years apart in age, and the pride and joy of both their parents and grand-parents who also lived in that small town. All three girls had reddish-blond curls, big blue eyes and a smattering of freckles sprinkled across their upturned noses. Jennifer, especially, was an outgoing little girl, playful and always on the go; the kind of kid people are drawn to. She did well in school throughout her younger years, right up through University. Athletic and competitive, she excelled in sports. An over-achiever, if anything. In short, Jennifer was the kind of kid every parent dreams of. And then she wasn’t.

It must have been sometime during the summer of her last year in University. The only thing that those who loved her could piece together were a few observations that they barely noticed at the time. After all, she had only been home from University the odd week-end. When they thought about it they agreed that she had become more secretive, busier and somewhat withdrawn that semester. She did obtain her degree, but they’d all thought that she would pursue a career in Journalism. She had been so talented! Instead, she’d come back to work at the local A & A grocery store. She dyed her hair black, and took to wearing dark black eye-liner and heavy make-up. A kind of a Goth look. But it wasn’t only her appearance that had changed. She seemed unhappy with small-town life, but unwilling to move. No longer was she outgoing or friendly. With those close to her she tended to surliness, or just to clam up. Most of her free time she spent either in her room doing god-knows-what or she was away and no one knew where.

“Was it a phase?” they asked one another. “Had something happened? Would they ever get the old Jennifer back?”

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Jennifer crouches, sobbing, in the corner. From the window harsh, bright sunlight pours into the room, revealing the silhouette of her tormenter. She covers her ears with her hands, and squelches her eyes shut to ward off the blaring light. Kicking frantically at the bed-covers that were balled around her legs,

Jennifer woke up. She was covered in sweat, shaking.

*

Until recently, her life had really been very small, Jennifer, felt. She was born and raised in a little Midwest town in Kansas, about an hour away from the nearest major city. It was the kind of place where everyone knew your business. And she had led the stereotypical small town life. All the available men in the town were boring, and she had grown up with them, so excitement was sorely lacking. Jennifer longed for a romance like she had read about in books or like she’d seen in movies.

She met Kyle in her mid-twenties. He was from a neighboring town and they met at a local bar through mutual friends. The connection was electric. On their first date, he picked her up in his arms, lifting her a foot from the ground, and kissed her passionately on their way to the car.

That night he drove her to the city for nighttime sightseeing. The hot July night was perfect as they held hands and walked around, looking at all the lights, the flashing signs, the buildings, all the bustling activity, Passion reignited as he kissed her again. Jennifer knew she wanted him that night. Not looking for anything serious, she saw no reason to wait. So when he drove her to a secluded road in the country, they were screwing in the back seat within minutes. The sexual energy between them was so hot that as they were getting dressed and talking outside the car, they started to make-out again. He turned her to face the car and placed her hands on top of it as if she were under arrest. He pulled her pants down and thrust his erect penis inside her. As he was humping her wildly, he grabbed her wrists firmly. The repeat fucking stung a bit, but in a good way, followed by the warm, hot sensation of mutual cum running down her legs.

He held her hard as he came and whispered “I want to fuck you all night” which made it even hotter.

Kyle drove Jennifer home to her apartment, and she invited him to stay. She couldn’t believe that she was ready to fuck him a third time! It was as if a switch was flipped on and she couldn’t get enough. Due to the hot summer night and their escapades, it was time for a shower. Jennifer locked the door and started stripping off clothes as she headed for the bathroom. Kyle followed in kind and met her in the shower. Slowly, seductively, they washed each other as they made out. He dried her with the towel before he dried himself, slowly circling her shoulders, her breasts, waist, hips, vagina, legs . . . Jennifer guided him to the edge of the bed where, kneeling before him, she went down on him. This dick was absolutely irresistible! She licked him up and down until he was rock hard and then she sucked him off. He was so excited that he came in her mouth within minutes. Picking her up, he threw her on the bed. Stretched out in the middle of the bed, he licked and sucked her clit with vigor. As Jennifer came, she grabbed his head and forced it deep into her. She let out a load moan before passing out. He curled up as he collapsed into sleep with her. Jennifer awoke to his erect penis against her as they spooned. She reached around to grab his ass in encouragement. He was inside of her pushing against the tension she was creating by bracing the headboard. This orgasm was twice as long as the others, and she sighed at the onset.

Their hot sexual exploits continued to fuel the budding romance. They screwed both in public and in secluded places all over town. It wasn’t long before they were engaged. And a year later they were married, a typical small-town wedding in a country hall, filled with guests and good cheer.

But shortly after that, things cooled down. The hot spontaneous sex had turned boring and predictable. Jennifer couldn’t help feeling she was the victim of a “bait and switch”. This exciting man was now like all of the other boring country boys she had grown up with and abhorred. Her attempts at spicing things up were met with insults and ridicule. Kyle made Jennifer feel like a whore for wanting to fix their sex life.

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