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| They were best friends in high school He fucked her nice and slow, enjoying this She looked good He didn't need them anyway A sniveling little bitch named Michelle Langston hit on Michael He walked to the kitchen and gasped when he saw someone there He fell asleep not long after They started talking He pushed and went into her, slowly The woman looked at him, made a face and shook her head Just like that Michael Stanton walked out of his office in downtown Boston Why do you care?" The woman smiled Lyta didn't appear fazed " No Something smelled delicious "He is very drunk, no?" asked the Iranian cab driver She found the keys in his pocket and unlocked the door Another one of those bitches who thought they were all that because they had a pussy The woman was busy making some food " Some liar got me fired for something I didn't do "Oh, my God, Lydia!" he said She was also ugly and not at all Michael's type She looked at him He couldn't believe it They hadn't spoken since graduation, six years ago She looked familiar Michael walked out of there with some dignity yeah, right Michael Stanton smiled to himself Interesting He knew he could find another job but it just wasn't fair to lose your job for something you didn't do It was a woman It was a woman Michael pulled out of her and lay next to her, breathing heavily Michael got really drunk She kissed him on the lips A drunk Michael told her about his plan to shoot the lady who got him in trouble She asked the bartender to call a cab and took Michael Stanton's wallet out of his pocket They sat down and talked Lyta was rubbing her pussy while he fucked her It was that simple Her athletic body felt nice and warm against his She carried him by herself into a bed and put him there She had a crush on him or something Said nothing He was a computer technician and people like him were a necessary evil these days He had lost his eighty grand per year job It was not without pain but the pain was replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness She turned around and looked at him, her face stony He had just been told by his boss, the bitchy Joan Stillman that he was fired They drove to Dorchester where Michael Stanton lived He almost gasped when he saw someone walk into the bar Michael couldn't resist asking if she was gay Michael looked at her and grinned She proudly told him that she was an activist for GLBT rights Michael asked her what she was doing in his place and she just smiled and said she took him home last night "Good morning, Michael "Hi She calmly told him that she liked men They shook hands She had also appeared in several movies " Michael shrugged She watched him eat He heard some commotion and turned around The company fired Michael With a little help from the cab driver, she got him inside She looked like she could be a supermodel or a centerfold Women never did anything for her sexually and never would She evaded his attempts until he got too drunk to move and collapsed on the floor after his seventh drink She went to the living room and waited there for the remainder of the night, watching over some man that she barely met but who had piqued her interest Michael Stanton sat down and ordered a drink Bacon He felt like taking a gun back to the office and shooting the bitch who got him fired and those who stood by and did nothing while she made up her lies He went into the street and saw this bar, the Club Canton Michael pushed her back down on the bed and pulled her to him Omelette He found himself in his house, in his bed Her asshole was incredibly tight He noticed the woman next him change expression Lyta was wild " She looked him up and down He took her into his arms Everything he had worked to have for the past few years had gone down the drain When he came inside her, filling her rectum with his hot cum, she screamed at the top of her lungs They started undressing each other almost immediately " he said "I am Lyta, also known as Lydia Jones, your old high school buddy He'd find another job Michael looked at her and noticed how beautiful she looked Lyta, the beautiful GLBT activist " My name is Lyta He looked at her, incapable of disguising his interest She was She got mad and lied to the director and said that he sexually harassed her So damn gorgeous She came and sat at the stool next to him When the cabby came, she supported Michael and got him inside the car She was tall, easily over six feet and wore a black leather bustier, matching black leather pants and knee-high black leather boots She had come to his rescue last night Michael sat down and ate his breakfast Geez The company that he had worked for was showing him the door He remembered his pal Lydia Jones It occurred to him that he was eating breakfast with a woman he barely knew She pulled off his Timberland shoes and unbuttoned his shirt He was not some stranger This was one of his old pals She went to his place and they didn't do anything Apparently, she was a political activist Her hair was long and black She practically ripped the clothes off him and climbed on top of him He turned her down He looked at her, finding it hard to believe that he had just reunited with a longtime friend, and fucked her He should have known They went to high school together "You really don't remember me, do you?" Lyta asked She seemed really interested in what was going on with him and got the truth out of him Last he heard, Lyta was one of the best-known models in America They stopped at his house She told him how he got drunk last night and she took him home He felt a wave of despair wash over him Lyta shook her head He went to Boston College and became a computer technitian and she went into modeling Michael looked at her Michael kissed Lyta and she returned his kiss with a passion equal to his own She didn't appear offended He sighed She looked nice Who the hell was she and what in hell was she doing in his home? He thought about calling the police He kissed her on the forehead Damn it! He sat there and drank Michael stared at her " he said Michael knew what that meant He started coming on to her Coffee What's yours?" she asked Her skin was alabaster "It doesn't take a genius to see that you are in trouble He heard some noise and went to the living room He didn't know where he was "Michael She looked at him Nice and deep he went What happened to him really wasn't fair He took his erect cock into his hands and rubbed it against her tiny asshole Michael Stanton woke up slowly and painfully They had a lot of catching up to do The bar was full of people Pancakes She hugged him and kissed him " Michael looked at her with wide eyes She went on all fours and he watched her hands grab a hold of her beautiful buttocks and part them He decided to go to a bar She was looking at him, giving him a mysterious look "Did we, uh, you know?" he asked She loved the feel of his huge cock inside her asshole They said that he had lost his job because of a lack of work but he knew the real reason He did not remember going there Michael just sat there and started drinking She saw his address The bartender, a thin woman with red hair served him a scotch on the rocks Damn, she looked good Lyta nodded He was starting to remember her "What is the matter with you?" she asked In spite of himself, he wondered if this was for real and pulled her into his arms, wanting to feel that she was real A tall woman clad in black leather She relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing to her Michael smiled at that and ordered another drink He couldn't believe it He didn't have a job All served on a plate He looked at her What was happening to this world? Sometimes he wanted to flee feminist-infested North America and not look back " she said |
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