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How I Became The Company Slut

By Donna Nelley donna.nelley@yahoo.com

 

Recently Tim and I went to New York so he could meet with some more clients and also show me the city. He told me to dress very sexy! On our first night out after seeing the sights, We stopped at a bar for a drink.

The men there were young and very forward and kept asking me to dance. I told them no at first, but Tim encouraged me to go ahead, telling the guys what a great dancer I am. So finally I danced with a cute boy named Leon . I had so much fun that I forgot the time -- and my boss.

Soon Leon was holding me very close, and I had to keep moving his hand off my butt. Actually I really liked it as I felt his manhood hardening against my body. After that I told Tim that I better stop dancing, because my partner was feeling me up and wouldn't stop. Tim said to let him have a little fun and not to worry.

He said to give Leon a little thrill and why not do it right, and go to the bathroom and take off your bra and panties. He added that it would give him a thrill as well, to see me giving a guy such a treat. I was hesitant at first, but Tim kept insisting telling me we could leave if I got uncomfortable at any time.

So I went along with it and took them off. My skirt was short and the thin silky material of my blouse didn't hide my nipples at all.

When I came out of the ladies' room my breast bounced and rubbed against the smooth silk, it felt really sexy and I was actually getting Into it. When I danced with Leon again he immediately noticed the change, and his hands were on my butt most of the time. I looked at Tim and saw that he was grinning and winked at me. Then Leon took the liberty of unbuttoning the top button of my blouse, which was already cut very low, and now I was exposed even more.

When I said nothing, it wasn't long before he undid the next button. My breast were almost fully exposed, and everybody watching seemed to be enjoying the show. Next I felt him start to pull my skirt up a little in the back. It was so short that any more of that and I would have been naked, so I stopped him and went back to the table.

When I told Tim about it he laughed and said it was harmless fun and not to worry. Soon another guy asked me to dance, and before I could say no, Tim told him I would love to. He was a good dancer too, and I enjoyed being with him. He told me how beautiful I was, and how much he enjoyed looking down my lovely cleavage. He hugged me very close so he could feel my nearly bare breast against him, and it felt really good. All the drinks were starting to take affect on me, and when he started pulling my dress up, I don't think I even knew it until I felt his hand on my bare ass. By that time it was to late, every man in the place had seen my naked legs and behind.

So I relaxed and let go, Finally I had to go sit down and rest and I apologized to Tim for letting things go so far, but he said he was enjoying it as much as the rest of the guys in the bar and told me to relax and do whatever felt good to me.

Leon came over again and Tim insisted that I go ahead and dance with him some more. "You Know what's going to happen," I told him. He's going to have his hands all over me." Tim just smiled and again told me to let myself go and just have fun. I was really getting hot, and I was really enjoying my self thanks in part to the alcohol and all the attention I was getting.

So I went back to dancing with Leon, he unbuttoned another button on my blouse. Now my breast were actually coming out of my blouse. I pretended not to notice, but I was the only one who didn't, Soon some of the other men started to cut in on the dance.

I sort of lost track of who I was dancing with, but they all had very roving hands. By now my ass was on display most of time as well, and Tim just sat back smiling at me.

The next time Leon danced with me he found the fastener to my skirt, and before I could stop it the skirt had dropped to the floor. The men started whistling and clapping and saying what a gorgeous ass I had. Then the last button of my came loose, and my C-cup breast were completely bare.

Leon kissed me and I let him, he then passed me off to big guy with a beard, and he kissed me too. There was a guy dancing behind me now, holding onto my boobs and doing nice things to my nipples.

When the music stopped I broke loose and ran to our table, Tim pulled me into his lap and kissed me very passionately, while running his hand all the way up my leg. My heart was beating like crazy , and my wetness was all over his pants. Leon sat next to us and began kissing my breast while Tim put a finger inside me, right then I had the strongest orgasm of my life. I felt as though I might pass out, and then some one took my hand and pulled me up and sat me on the edge of the table, and some guy was between my legs and inside me before I knew it.

I was so wet and slick that he slipped right in, I looked at Tim and he was watching with a big smile, Men were all around me now, their hands all over my body and all of them had dropped there pants and had dicks in hand waiting their turn, never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined myself taking on so many strangers, but now it was happening right in front of my boss to top it off.

All I could do was scream for whatever stranger was fucking me to fuck me harder and faster, Tim leaned down and told me that he loved me and to fuck as many men as I wanted but I could stop any time that I wanted to.

Leon was fucking me now and he shot his load in me then he pulled out , then the guy with the beard moved between my legs, he was much bigger and had to work his cock in me slowly , but before long he was all the way into me. He gave me another intense orgasm as I felt more hands rubbing all over my breast and then my hands were placed on two cocks, by then I must have been fucked by a half dozen guys on that table, by then the table was getting a little uncomfortable, so the bartender a large black man suggested that they take me to his office, and use the couch to lie me on, and that way the guys could use my mouth too.

In the office they all took another turn with me, sometimes two at a time, one in my mouth and another in my pussy, I swallowed load after load of guys fucking me in the mouth and had cum dripping out of my over filled pussy running down my legs.

Before the night was over about thirteen or fifteen guys had fucked my pussy and mouth

and shot their cum on my face, tits, ass and my pussy. When every one had finally left I was worn out so the bartender let me wash off and sleep awhile in his office.

When I awoke later all I could think about was how good I had felt earlier, Tim looked at me and winked towards the bartender standing near like he could read my mind.

So I took John's hand and pulled him down next to me and started kissing him and rubbing his crotch I told him that I had never been with a black guy before and would he be my first.

John undressed and the sight of his big cock shocked me it was so big and it wasn't hard yet, so I pulled him up close to me and started licking his cock up and down its shaft till it grew to take both my hands around it, I sucked on his cock the best I could because of its size I could barely get my mouth around it.

I told John that I wanted him to try to get that big cock in my pussy, so he crawled up between my legs and rubbed the head of that monster up and down my slit till I was getting very wet. He began to slide it in a little at a time so it wouldn't hurt so bad, but it still hurt some, It took him maybe twenty minutes or so before he got it all in.

I felt like I was going to bust but after a little bit it felt better.

His cock was twelve inches long and a circumference of five and a half inches in my little white pussy, John fucked me for a long time giving me four orgasms before he filled my pussy with his massive load of hot cum, he pulled out of me and I went right to work sucking that big cock back to life so he could fuck me again.

Before morning came John fucked me three times in my pussy and came in my mouth once. After all this my pussy will never be the same, It will take some time for stretching it got from John to go back to its original size if that's possible.

I can't wait to go with Tim on another business trip!!

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HOW THE HUMAN MIND WORKS

*A practical example of how the human mind works.*****
 

*Analysis of the above picture can tell us a lot about*
how different people think.

- For young men, it's a picture of a lady with a nice derriere*
but only the most observant will notice that she is crossing a street.

- The really observant will notice that she is wearing a thong.

- For older men, she appears to be a respectable woman - *
with a big ass - on her way to work.

- The perverts among them will imagine her naked.

- Wiser men will ponder the presence of mind of the*
photographer to take the shot in the face of such beauty and*
be grateful that they shared it.

- For half of the women, this is an ordinary woman who*
should not have left home dressed that way.

- The other half will think she is a slut but wonder*
where she bought that blouse

- Older women will imagine the misery that the woman's *
curves will cause by the time she reaches 50.

- But only children, the extremely intelligent, and *
the celibate will notice that the taxi is being driven by a dog**.*****

* **Now, go look again!!*

The Sheepherder and The Whore

A sheepherder made it in to San Antonio, Texas, after 10 years in the bush. He found a saloon and approached the bartender. He told the bartender "I need a woman."

The bartender said, "There are women all over San Antone for a price."

The sheepherder replied, "Just any woman won't do. I ain't fucked nuthin' but goats 'n sheep for the last ten years. They got cockle burrs 'n mesquite thorns around their pussy and my old dick is tough with calluses on it, and I need a good tough piece of ass."

So the bartender tells him, "Well, you're in luck. The toughest broad in all San Antonio has a room right up stairs." The bartender picks up the phone, contacts the lady, explains the situation, and tells the sheepherder to go on up.

The sheepherder gets a small ice bucket with two Lone Star long necks (the favorite brew in San Atone), and proceeds up the stairs. When he gets to the room he says, "The barkeep told me you are the toughest broad in town."

The lady is livid, and says, "Well he's a lyin' son of a bitch. I'm the toughest broad in Texas, and probably in the whole United States."

Excitedly, the sheep herder says, "Well, you're just what I'm looking for." He then turned and leaned over to set the bucket of beer on the coffee table.

Just then, the woman threw her skirt up around her waist and bent over and grabbed her ankles. Her brown eye was looking him right in the eyeball.

A bit surprised, the sheepherder says, "Damn, baby. I know you're tough, but I don't wanna do ya that way."

To which the wench replies, "Who said any thing about that? I thought you wanted to open your damn beers."

The American White Wife

The American White Wife:

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What do a lot of white hubbies fear? That really is an important question when you come to think about it, and I would say it don't only rest with white hubbies but with just every husband out there in the world (although I wouldn't know if such applies to Eskimos or those who inhabit the wide sparse of arid habitation called Siberia, but please accept the humor and let's move on). 

For the purpose of keeping this straight, we're going to focus on white hubbies and their lovely wives. 

Every hubby carries a weighty fear of his wife and whatever she might be indulging into behind his back. Unless of course the hubby has got his mind all focused on work and making money to care about where his other half is or has been. The white wife has been the ultimate trophy woman since time immemorial. In the U.S., no place was this more evident than in the case of the American South. We can wonder why folks like the KKK ever got the temerity to go after coloured individuals, but we can look past the skin and see what lay hidden behind the southern white man's prejudiced mind. This subject of keeping the white woman chaste and harboured by societal restructures has been in vogue much through the early times of the twentieth century and well into 50's America. Hers was pictured into a model of a typical housewife: staying indoors mending to the kids' welfare and meeting with her female friends to play bridge and pass along dirty gossip of whatever is lurking deep underneath Suburbia America's backyard. How was she ever to know that they laid cracks under the shell? That the world was changing and most especially that she too was changing?

Then came the cultural revolution of the 60s, and like the messianic words of W.B. Yeats, `Things had indeed fallen apart and the centre could no longer be made whole again'. The mini-skirt was invented and the Pill revolutionized what had always been lacking in a woman's psyche. The black man's cries were resounding in the ghettos and won't ever be kept silent again. The white woman gradually became self-aware of what her fellow men had tried in vain to keep hidden from her eyes. 

Her children too were coming alive, more militant, more out-spoken than their parents ever were. They embraced the Counter-Culture, they read pornographic or banned literature, they smoked marijuana and dabbled with psychedelic rock and roll … and they discovered interracial sex.

It came with a silence that most never knew existed. Marilyn Chambers showed us what lay hidden behind the `Green Door', and before you knew it, this hidden lifestyle became America's favorite kept secret. Couples got into the act too. Behind motel rooms and closed bedroom doors, husbands introduced their hungry wives to secret pleasures they never thought they would ever find elsewhere outside their homes. 

The white woman became enamored of her own sexuality, and though there still exist cracks in the system, she no longer desired to be the indoor housewife much anymore. Oh, don't get me wrong, she still wants to be well-kept (which woman would ever want to be denied that?), but she wants the room and freedom to choose more of what she wants out of it. No longer must she be afraid of what Sex is about, not when she knows that she too is Sex. 

If it talks like Sex

Walks like Sex

Speaks of Sex

Dresses with Sex … then she is SEX.

Still the fight is not overly won. Around her is the weighting machine known as `Society', which still seeks desperately to return her to the lifestyle her mother and grand-mother were used to back in the 1950s. society is always poking its nose into her affairs, wanting to tell her what to do with her life: what sort of company to keep, the sort of husband she ought to pick for a mate, whom and how to make love, and to sit back and watch re-runs of `Desperate Housewives', when the kids aren't giving her headaches. The same goes with her husband too, who unconsciously acts as Society's wheel in keeping her glued to where she ought to be, to what she ought to make herself become.

The American Woman has a long fight to travel and a long journey to struggle. She is like the American black man of the 60s. Although separate by color, creed and substance, theirs is a struggle towards the Everest of society they ought to make…

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The Black Vote From Republican to Democrat

A Brief Synopsis on the History of the Black American Vote: From Republican to Democrat

by Sonya Brookins on Monday, November 12, 2012 at 9:18pm ·

Initially, the original national parties were the Federalist Party and the Democratic-Republican Party.



In 1816, the Federalist Party essentially died; leaving a single political party, the Democratic-Republican Party. 



In 1818, of the 22 states in the union, 11 were free and 11 were slave states. This created a seemingly fair and equal balance of power for the states in the Senate but not in the House of Representatives. Since the House is inclusive of representatives per population, the Free states had more voices since they had more citizens.



In 1819, New York representative James Tallmadge set up a proposal to the House that would ban slavery in the newly created territory of Missouri.



The slave issue had been a staple of the Southern man's life and there was no way that the average land owning southerner was going to give this up. Not without a fight. Blood was on the minds of many of the citizens of America over the entire slave issue. One man saved the country from war; Henry Clay was considered one of the greatest pacificators of the era. On March 3rd, 1820, both Missouri and the free state of Maine were admitted into the Union. The balance was kept with one being free and one being slave.



By 1820, most of the Founding Fathers were dead and Thomas Jefferson’s party, the Democrat-Republican Party, had become the majority party in Congress. This change brought about a new congressional policy. This Congress passed the 1820 Missouri Compromise.



The Missouri Compromise of 1820 made it lawful to own slaves from the southern border of Missouri down through to Mexico, and illegal to own slaves from that line northward to Canada.



By the mid 1820’s, the Democratic-Republican Party had opposing views which resulted in a split within the party.



The Beginning of the Democratic Party



In 1824, Andrew Jackson lost the presidential election.  From his lost, the supporters of Jackson created their own organization to get him elected.  In 1828, the organization that split from the Democratic-Republican Party helped Andrew Jackson win the presidency.  After his election in 1828, that organization became known as the Democratic Party.



The Donkey:  the symbol of the donkey for the Democratic Party is said to have stemmed from Andrew Jackson. His opposition called him a jackass. Instead of taking it as an insult, he chose to adopt this as a symbol. This, in turn, became the symbol of the Democratic Party.



Major Beliefs of the Democratic Party:



The Democratic Party included a diverse group of individuals who typically emphasize the need for a greater role of the federal government in promoting social, economic, and political opportunities for all citizens. The party typically argues for more government control over economic matters and less government control over individual rights.



In support of Slavery, the Democratic Party enacted the:



The 1850 Fugitive Slave Law:  Northerners had to return escaped slaves, or else pay huge fines. This law destroyed the lives of many blacks in the north.  As a consequence, over 20,000 northern blacks left everything in the United States behind and fled to Canada. This is the period of time that the Underground Railroad was most active, helping blacks in the south, as well, escape slavery by making it all the way to Canada, all because of the Democrat’s far-reaching Fugitive Slave Law.



In further support of slavery, the Democratic Party enacted The 1854 Kansas-Nebraska Act:



The Democrats controlled congress and encouraged the spread of slavery into new territory to the northwest (previously slavery was not allowed in this area). 



A number of anti-slavery Democrats in Congress formed a new political party to fight slavery. Other anti-slavery members who joined them were from the Whigs, Free Soil advocates and Emancipationists. They wanted to gain equal rights for the slaves.



The Beginning of the Republican Party



In 1854, the need for a new party that would oppose slavery was felt strongly in many parts of the north.  Meetings were held in Michigan, New York, and other states besides Wisconsin as the momentum built. The name was first publicly applied to this movement in a June 1854 editorial by New York editor Horace Greeley, who said it would "fitly designate those who had united to restore the Union to its true mission of champion and promulgator of Liberty rather than propagandist of slavery."



The first convention of the new party was only held in Pittsburgh on February 22, 1856.



The Republican name was chosen because of the desire to return to the principles of freedom and equality. These are the principles first put forth in the documents of the republic before the pro-slavery Congressional members had misused and manipulated to their own purposes those original principles.



Republican Party Beliefs:



The abolition of slavery; the right of free speech; support of women’s suffrage; the reduction of the power of Federal government; the reduction of Federal bureaucracy; the return of power to state governments; the support of the idea of the primacy of the individual; to fight for the right of individuals in opposition to large "bloated" government; fiscal responsibility; immigration, religion, and the need for a strong business climate.



Republican voters were strongest in rural and western parts of the country, and they were highly successful at maximizing electoral votes to produce presidents: Ulysses S. Grant and Theodore Roosevelt were among their early successes. 



The Black Support for the Republican Party



 Initially, African Americans were supportive of the Republican Party because of the party’s anti-slavery views. 



The Great Depression of the 1930s worsened the already bleak economic situation of African Americans. They were the first to be laid off from their jobs, and they suffered from an unemployment rate two to three times that of whites. In early public assistance programs African Americans often received substantially less aid than whites, and some charitable organizations even excluded blacks from their soup kitchens.



Virtually ignored by the Republican administrations of the 1920s, black drifted to the Democratic Party, especially in the Northern cities.



In 1930 Republican Pres. Herbert Hoover nominated John J. Parker, a man of pronounced anti-black views, to the U.S. Supreme Court. The NAACP successfully opposed the nomination.



The Black Vote:  from Republican to Democrat



In the 1932 presidential race African Americans overwhelmingly supported the successful Democratic candidate, Franklin D. Roosevelt.



Most black voters switched to the Democratic Party in the 1930s when the New Deal offered them employment opportunities, and major figures, such as Eleanor Roosevelt, began to support civil rights. They became one of the core components of the New Deal Coalition.



After 1965, in the South, blacks were able to vote in large numbers when a bipartisan coalition passed the Voting Rights Act, and ever since have formed a significant portion (20-50%) of the Democratic vote in that region.



For decades, a greater percentage of white voters identified themselves as Democrats, rather than Republicans. However, since the mid-1990s whites have been more likely to self-identify as Republicans than Democrats

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Why Martin Luther King Was Republican | Conservative News, Views & Books

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Subject: 5 MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE


Lesson 1:


A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.


Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel."


After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.



After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies.

"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.


Lesson 2:


A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"



The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest apologized "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."

Moral of the story:
If you are not well informed in your job, opportunities for advancement will pass right by you.


Lesson 3:


A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."


"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world." Puff! She's gone.


"Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life." Puff! He's gone.

"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."


Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.


Lesson 4:


An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"

The eagle answered: "Sure , why not."

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.


Lesson 5:


A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."

"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients."

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.


Moral of the story:
Bull shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.


Lesson 6:


A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and shit on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!