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dreamt of. Debbie came into the room in a little string bikini and lace cover. Larry was sitting on the bed with a bulging hard-on. Debbie went to him and stripped each piece of clothing off. Once she was at his feet, she began to suck his now even larger toy.
    As I was watching this I began to get wet. I wasn’t sure what was turning me on more—his huge penis or her beautifully shaped breasts. I began to finger myself while watching more of the tape. Debbie stopped sucking and Larry lay back on the bed. Then she sat on his face and he began to eat her out. I couldn’t stand it—I began to masturbate. Just as I was close to coming, Debbie and Larry came into the room. I was so embarrassed . . . I wasn’t sure what to say or do. As I started to get up, Debbie came to me and began rubbing my breasts. She asked if I wanted her to eat me out, and I told her that I wasn’t sure. She just smiled and guided me down onto the bed. I could tell that Larry was getting quite turned on by the way his penis was growing in the fastest way. He began to rub himself.
    Debbie was sucking my tits and rubbing my clit and my breathing was so wild I couldn’t control myself. Larry came over, sat on the bed, and turned on the mattress. The more it vibrated, the wetter I became. Debbie started to lick my cunt, and Larry suggested that I close my eyes so I wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. I could only feel that there were two people on me. One of them was sucking my tits and the other was eating me out. The feelings were so much more intense because I couldn’t anticipate what was going to happen next. Larry stuck his long, hard cock into my mouth and his precome tasted so good. He then put his penis into my wet cunt and began to bang me. He started slowly, then worked his way up to a fast, pulsating hump. I screamed as I climaxed.
    When they were done, I opened my eyes. They were both sweaty, and when Debbie asked how I’d liked it, I just smiled. Larry invited me over to enjoy their company anytime. Now I can’t wait to work for them again next Tuesday.
    —H. H., Oregon
    Working the Worker
    My fantasy begins like this: There are men working in our house. I find one in particular very attractive. My husband is also home. I am going about my business in the kitchen, working at the counter and sink, preparing our dinner. I am wearing a half shirt with no bra and a denim miniskirt with nothing underneath. From behind me I hear someone working. A few minutes later, my husband is standing behind me, sliding his hands up my ribs underneath my shirt to gently grab my breasts. His fingers feel their way to my already hardening nipples. He lightly pinches them, and they harden all the more. While he plays with my tits, I let out an approving moan to let him know in yet another way that what he is doing is just right.
    My nipples are like stones between his fingers, and now I can feel my cunt throbbing because of what he is doing to me. I am getting wet and slippery between my legs. The anticipation of waiting for him to discover my wanting cunt with a finger is killing me. He is so excited—I can tell by his breathing. I reach behind me and feel his excitement through his jeans. Finally, ever so gently, his fingers find my hot cunt. He is so surprised when I spread my feet a little farther apart. His finger finds my moist entrance and teases me. I want his finger to enter me, but he continues his game. While he is playing with my entrance, I quickly bend my knees so his finger is forced to slip inside. Again I give a most approving moan. He slides his finger in and out of me.
    I need to take him to my room, so without even turning around, I take his hand and lead him up the stairs. One of the other workers spots us and gives us a thumbs-up. When we enter the bedroom, I turn to close the door. To my surprise, the man is not my husband but the worker I was admiring earlier! I can’t stop now. Even if I wanted to, he is already sliding