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 I had to go to the Department of Motor Vehicles today. Man, do I hate that place, waiting in line, watching as the people behind the counter manage to consistently be on break so there are no more then two people on duty at all times.  Well, as usual, after standing in an unmoving line for almost half an hour, I was fuming. My cheeks were beginning to flush and my lips were pouting. I have been told I am very beautiful when angry. In addition to being beautiful it makes my libido rise. I feel a gashing gush of sexual energy just ball up in my body. It's quite a rush.So anyway, there I was, standing in line watching people get things explained to them again and again when the hottest man I have ever seen walks up to the counter and removes the "Next Attendant Please" sign. His black hair was falling over his bright blue eyes and I had to stop myself from creating a puddle of drool on the floor. There were now three people ahead of me. Silently I began to pray, "Please let me go to his counter, please, please, please, I will never talk badly about the DMV again if I can go to his counter." As each person got called up, I repeated my prayer, crossed my fingers and made myself a thousand promises. Finally, I was next in line. My dream came true. He looked right into my eyes and said, "Next."  I floated to his counter, laying my license and registration out in a way that said, "Take me."Throughout the transaction he kept the contact with my eyes. I watched his knotted hands as he shuffled papers and entered information into the computer. What those flying fingers could do to me, I thought. He was reviewing my vitals when he looked up at me and smiled. "Do you still live on Valencia Street?" he asked me. I nodded. "I just moved in down the street. I'm your neighbor." My mouth dropped. Okay, god, you win, I believe, I told myself quickly before regaining some semblance of self-control. "I'm having a housewarming party tonight," he continued, "why don't you stop by?" "Sure," I said, throwing him my best smile, "I'd love to." He gave me his address and I went home to start getting myself ready. Finally it was time for the party. It wasn't too crowded and I had plenty of time to talk to my host. I was at my absolute flirty best and we hit it off fabulously. By the end of the evening we were like old friends. Everybody began to leave and my new friend was busy saying goodbye. I made my way slowly to the door, sexual energy burning through me like a fire gone out of control. "Hey," he said turning to me, "you're not leaving are you? Why don't you stay a while?" I made myself another drink and waited for him to finish showing the last couple of guests the door. He came over to me and we clinked glasses, looking into each other's eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me, a deep, penetrating kiss. Tongues wrapped around tongues, hands groping ass cheeks, pelvises grinding into each other. Before I knew it we were in the bedroom.  Still locked in our embrace we fell onto the bed. His hands were everywhere at once and I had to slow him down so I could seductively lift my shirt over my head and give him a thrill in the release of my perfect tits. The effort was worth it. He was all over me at once, sucking on each nipple, pulling them until I thought they would pop off into his hard lips.His hands pulled down my jeans, fingers kneaded my ass, kisses covered my stomach. I was in heaven. Once I was completely, and beautifully, naked I pushed him down on to the bed and stripped him of his own clothes. I took his hard, long cock in my hand and started to stroke. I knelt beneath him, placing the throbbing member between my lips and I started to suck. My tongue flicked against the underside of his shaft, my mouth sucked, my hand stroked his heavy balls. He began to groan, turning me on even more. I was in control and loving getting him off. Finally, he whispered, "If you don't stop I'm going to cum." I didn't want him coming yet, I wanted him inside of me. I pushed him back and straddled him. I arched my back, stuck out my tits and planted my hot pussy right on his upright tool. Up and down, I slid like a school girl on the playground pole. He moaned and groaned underneath me as I leaned forward to rub my clit against his prick. He filled me up, taking charge, thrusting himself deep inside of me until I thought I might explode. I began shaking, my orgasm was here. I clenched my cunt around him, tightened my thighs and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded me with his prick until I could barely see. I fell onto him and felt him pulling out, his hot jism coating my ass. The next morning I showed him Boogaloo's, my favorite neighborhood breakfast spot. We go there often and I get front of the line treatment whenever I'm at the DMV.
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