guest article

GUEST ARTICLE
My regular article posted earlier.  I'd rate the guest article as a PG-13, so if you are really sensative, don't read it.
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I'll do anything...anything!


Part one



Sexy long legs. That's what always impressed them, watching her walk up to the door. Her name was Marsha.

Marsha had a near super model body. To go with the legs was an ass with round tight cheeks. Her breasts were firm and full. Long golden blond hair and eyes so blue they were almost hypnotic.

An ocean blue micro mini skirt wrapped her hips. With every step she took, the skirt momentarily slipped up and then back down. A revealing half second glimpse of her bright pink panties was the result, with every step.

Bra-less, a matching semi sheer blouse, with a deep plunging neckline, barely covered her charming upper assets.

Her feet wear shiny black high heels. With every step they make a sexy clicking noise.

What man could resist her?

None! Marsha hoped. Her very life depended on her overwhelming sexual desirability. Her life and the lives of her two small children.

Marsha knocks on the door.

Almost instantly it opens.

Marsha is not surprised. She had seen three guys checking her out, through the window, as she approached the house.

The guy standing there is in his late thirties, overweight, and needs a shave. A T-shirt, short pants and a beer in his hand completes the picture.

Two more guys, of the same type, are slightly behind him.

All of them are smiling, when they look at her face. Most of the time they are staring at her legs or chest.

Losers! Marsha concludes, evaluating them. Guys who never got married or were not sufficiently responsible in a relationship to stay married.

"Hi! I'm really sorry to bother you, but I'm almost out of gas. None of the stations have any. Would you have a little bit you could sell me?" Marsha asks in a sweet voice, then holds out a hundred dollar bill in her hand.

Everyone has a little bit of gas. But in these desperate times none would part with it for worthless pieces of paper.

Some would trade gas for food and some would trade gas for gold.

These guys would trade it for sex.

Today, their fantasies become reality if they have gas.

"Nah! Sorry, we try to avoid that green paper. You can use the phone, if you need to call someone though," the door opener offers.

"Thank you," Marsha says, entering, then using the phone to make a phony call.

All three of the guys are getting an eye full, while she is on the phone.

"Look...guys," Marsha begins after hanging up. "Are you sure you can't let me have a little gas?"

"Not for money, that's for sure," says one of them.

"But you do have some?"

"Yeah! A little. Don't we Harold?" the guy looks at one of the others, who nods.

"You all seem like such nice guys," Marsha says, turning on the flattery, looking into each of their eyes, innocently, for a few seconds.

"We are," Harold says, smiling and puffing up his chest.

"Harold, I have my brother and his kids out in the jeep. We have to get home! I'll do anything for some gas. And I really do mean anything" Marsha slips off the shiny black heels. Next she reaches up under the mini skirt, hooks the top of the pink panties with her thumbs, pushes them down to her knees and lets them fall to the floor.

"I... I think we can definitely work out some kind of a deal, right guys?" Harold says, eyeing the panties on the floor, then slowly moving his gaze up her sleek long legs.
For part two

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