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Chad Stevenson was for the lack of a better term, a dog. Not appearance wise. No Chad, in his mid thirties was very attractive, tall, blue eyes, with short brown hair and a smile that looked like it belonged on commercials, he had no problems getting the attention of women. Which is what ultimatly made him a dog.
Throughout high school Chad got any woman he wanted. If his slick attitude and good looks didn't get inside their panties, the rumor about him having an enormous prick did. Classmates, teachers, buddies moms, Chad fucked them all, getting off on the fact that over half of the women in his town he had dumped a large load in or on them somewhere.
As Chad got older things never changed. He got married too a beautiful woman, but that didn't even stop him. He fucked one of the bridesmaids before the day of the wedding. Whether his wife knew it or not, she never made any mentions of knowing of his affairs. Maybe she liked the life she lived or possibly she was like most of the other women that he met, addicted to his cock.
His job as a pyschologist allowd him even more access to get into women's panties. Often he'd have girls come in and have problems, only to walk out wobbly every time. Their husbands, boyfriends, fathers, were all paying for them to have therapy. Little did they know that they were paying for them to get spread apart.
Heather, his busty brunette secetary, whom he fucked daily was on the phone with him about a new patient.
"All right Heather send her in."
Throughout high school Chad got any woman he wanted. If his slick attitude and good looks didn't get inside their panties, the rumor about him having an enormous prick did. Classmates, teachers, buddies moms, Chad fucked them all, getting off on the fact that over half of the women in his town he had dumped a large load in or on them somewhere.
As Chad got older things never changed. He got married too a beautiful woman, but that didn't even stop him. He fucked one of the bridesmaids before the day of the wedding. Whether his wife knew it or not, she never made any mentions of knowing of his affairs. Maybe she liked the life she lived or possibly she was like most of the other women that he met, addicted to his cock.
His job as a pyschologist allowd him even more access to get into women's panties. Often he'd have girls come in and have problems, only to walk out wobbly every time. Their husbands, boyfriends, fathers, were all paying for them to have therapy. Little did they know that they were paying for them to get spread apart.
Heather, his busty brunette secetary, whom he fucked daily was on the phone with him about a new patient.
"All right Heather send her in."