Blues Brews & BBQ.. 6/6 VISALIA
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Posted:Jun 4, 2008 12:44 pm
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This is being held at the Garden Street Plaza - on Main St.
This is an outside venue. FREE admission. Band plays 6-10pm.
We will be meeting at the old theater next door (not the fox)
by the box office at 5:50 pm and walking over at 6:15 sharp.
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Lady at the Mall
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Posted:Apr 30, 2008 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2010 4:38 pm
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The mall was crowed but that was good, lots of choices. I watched the ladies walk by and picked a medium height attractive brunette. She was someone that not only thought but also knew she was better than everyone else. She carried her Neiman Marcus bag proudly, her badge of upper class status. Yes, she would be a good one. I could see her narcissism stamped on her forehead. She was a real society bitch.
You see it was not long ago that I was a complete nobody. That was until I found the ring of power. Simply put, this little ring gives me control over just about everything. Where I once had no control over anything, I was just a whimpering wimp now I have totally control over just about anything or anyone I choose. I am still testing the waters over how much control I can yield.
“Come here lady,” I command as she walked by making it a point to act as if I were not there.
She looked startled that I would say something to her and a bit disgusted that I had the audacity to even look at her, much less tell her what to do.
“Yeah, I said come here,” I say again. This got her full attention.
“What?” she responded? She was getting ready to really tell me what I could do when she noticed she already was walking toward where I am sitting.
“Just come here and be quiet,” I said looking directly into her eyes.
She walked up to where I was sitting and I looked at the anger in her eyes. She just stood there looking down at me.
“Pull up your skirt and let me see your legs,” I say with a smile.
“Go to hell you little bastard!” she exclaimed but pulled up her skirt almost to her waste as she said this.
“Nice legs.”
“What?” she says. She now noticed she was holding her dress up to the point I can see her panties. “My God what am I doing?”
“You are following my instructions and doing a good job,” I answered.
“No, there is no way this is happening. This is impossible.”
“Oh yes, way, it is happening. Unbutton your blouse,” I commanded.
“No, I am leaving,” she says. She stared amazed at herself following my instructions. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse revealing her black lacy bra.
As she understands her situation she screamed to the crowd, “Please someone help me.” No one responds because they are blind and deaf to what is transpiring.
“They can’t hear you,” I say. “Now let’s see that bra you are wearing. Take off your blouse.”
She complies and now has transformed from a halty narcissistic female to a frightened young female at my mercy. She now stands before me in a fashionable black bra that adds shape to her 34 C breasts. Her creamy skin protrudes from under the silky lace.
“That looks great. Now take your skirt off so I can get a better look.”
“Please stop this. I don’t know what is happening but please stop. I can’t do this,” she whimpers as she removes the dress and stands before me in nothing but bra, panties, stockings and shoes.
“Very nice. Turn around.”
She turns to show her black lace panties covering the creamy white skin of her ass.
“Bend over, spread your legs, and touch your toes.”
She bends over in a very un-lady like fashion and I get a good look at her ass covered by the sheer silk of her panties.
“Ok turn back around and take off the bra and let’s see those tits.”
“No,” she whimpers as she removes the bra and reveals her perfect breasts with their dark nipples now hardened as the are exposed to the cool air.
“Stand tall, be proud,” I instruct. She straightens up a bit and pushes her boobs out for me to inspect with a look that has gone to terror. She can not believe what is happening and now knows she is powerless to stop me.
“Okay remove the rest of your clothes but leave on the shoes.”
“Please mister, stop this. I will just go away and never tell anyone if you will just stop,” she pleads as she removes her panties revealing a very neatly trim bush above her slit. She now stands naked before me in red heels.
“Please, I can’t stand this. This is not right,” she pleads.
“Yes, I think you can stand it and I even think you are beginning to enjoy it,” I say as I probe the pleasure centers of her mind and give a little push.
“Ohhhhh,” she gasped in surprise at the sudden flow of endorphins that give her a rush.
“This just isn’t happening,” she whispers.
I give a little push inside her clitoris while pushing her pleasure center in her brain. She almost falls to the floor but I maintain her balance with my will. I notice sweat on her brow but I also noticed her nipples are puckered hard beans and there is a wetness between her legs.
“So it looks like you are beginning to enjoy this,” I say in a sarcastic tone.
“No, I hate this, you are terrible,” she says but at the same time I push again and she gives a long pleasurable sigh as her body shutters in delight.
“No, please stop whatever it is that you are doing. It is not right. I have a husband and two .”
I push again and it is too much for her. Without my help she begins to grind her hips back and forth in a rhythmic sensual pattern. There is no doubt she is building toward a large orgasm that she cannot control. As her sensations build I give a large push to both her pleasure center and her clitoris. She whines and cringes with an animalistic ecstasy that flow through her body and mind. I let her sink to the floor as she shutters in pure delight. It is doubtful she has ever had such an orgasm.
“Ohhhh my God,” she whimpered as she lies in crumpled ball on the floor of the mall. I sit and watch her, as she cannot fully comprehend what has happened to her. She is still nude except for her shoes and she can not resist putting her hand between her legs to rub out the remainder of the orgasmic frenzy she has just experienced.
“Was it good for you,” I asked.
“What happened? How did you do that to me?” she asked as she looks up at me. She no longer has the bitchy attitude from a few moments earlier.
“I have never felt that way. It was so good.” she admitted.
“Okay come over here and suck my dick,” I said.
“What?” she exclaims.
“Come over and suck my dick,” I say as I exposed by eight inch hard dick to her.
“No, I can’t do that. I don’t even do that for my husband,” she cried.
“Oh, you will do it to me, you little cunt. Now crawl over here on your hands and knees and get your hand off your pussy,” I command.
I see that she has not completely recovered from her massive multiple orgasms and was not even aware she had continued to rub her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she said as she looked down at her hand quickly stop rubbing herself. “What have you done to me?”
“Come over here right now,” I growl.
She looks up at me and slowly gets to her knees. The sight of this shapely proper woman crawling across the floor like a sent a thrill straight through me. Yes, I would give her all my cum.
“Please just let me go,” she begged.
“Shut up you bitch, you’re going to suck me and I will make you love,” I said as she knelt in front of me.
“Stick you finger in your pussy, bitch.”
She did as she was instructed.
“Now lick the pussy juice off your fingers.”
“No please,” she said as she licked her fingers.
I sat up and push my cock toward her face. “Lick it.”
She reached over and licked the head getting some pre-cum that had formed on my cock’s pee hole.
“Now suck it,” I said feeling my insides ready to pour forth its seeds. Watching this proper stuck up lady down on her knees with her wet pussy in the air sucking my cock was just too much.
“Ugggghhhh,” she said with a mouth full of cock as the first stream of cum hit the back of her throat.
“Keep sucking and swallowed it all.”
She had not choice although a little cum leaked out the side of her mouth.
I shot a large load and she took most of it. It was a most satisfying experience.
“Lick it all.”
She was careful to clean all the cum off my dick.
The remainder of the mall traffic had no idea of what was happening in their mist.
“Okay, rub your pussy,” I said as I got up.
Her hand moved between her legs to her still swollen clit.
“You will love the feel of your hand. Your excitement is building to you can’t stand it but you can’t cum until I say so,” I commanded.
“No, please,” she said as her hand worked furiously on his pussy. She was extremely excited but remained on the very edge of a magnificence orgasm.
I got up and walked into the crowd of passer Byers as she watched me.
“Please,” she begged thinking I would leave her unsatisfied.
“Okay,” I said and released her to her orgasm but I also released everything.
As I walked into the crowd I heard her moaning and crying as she found delights of passion she had never known. I also heard the crowds of people gasped as they suddenly saw this woman lying in the middle of the floor masturbating.
The next day I read where she had been arrested but released to the custody of her husband. She was pending a psychiatric evaluation. I laughed thinking maybe she learned a lesson about how to treat others.
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Lap Dance
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Posted:Apr 30, 2008 11:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2008 11:07 pm
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There weren't any special lights. The music wasn't deafening. The drinks weren't too expensive. And, the other men in the room were very friendly.
In fact, the three other men in the room, my living room, were some of my best friends and coworkers.
Chip was the guy everyone just naturally liked. I think that's what made him such a great salesman. Irish smile, blond hair and always, always, smiling.
Tom was the, tall, dark, and handsome one. Although the youngest in the group, he just always took control of a situation. In fact, it was his taking control that had all eight of us here, now, doing this.
Jerry was the finance guy. Great guy and on his second beautiful Oriental wife.
And, speaking of wives?
Well, Jerry's little Sue, I don't recall what her actual name was, is just the cutest little thing you'll ever see. She can't be five foot tall and her slim little body shows all the right curves.
Chip's wife is Linda. Tall, slender frame, good posture always, the businesswoman type. She's always so serious but she's also always willing to please Chip.
Tom's wife, Pam, is quiet, yet always smiling and, like Linda, always willing to please her husband in any way he asks. I'd say that Pam's best feature would be her smile and the dimples it displays.
My wife, Jan, is probably the one with the figure most admired by the group. Great tits that didn't sag one little bit. Tall, slender, and pretty. And, she's likely the most intelligent of the group and that makes it hard for me to manipulate her into something like this.
I'm just an adventurous guy who just can't get enough adventure. My name is Mike. I was in the military, in fact Special Forces, when I met Jan. Hell, I can't even get within a hundred of how many females, girls and women, I had before Jan.
I never even thought about swinging because there were just so many women available for a young guy in the position I was in.
But after marriage it wasn't long at all before I started thinking about it. Not that I wasn't in love with Jan, but just because they were there... and willing. I was, am, and will continue to be, totally emotionally monogamous but I just don't think that taking a life's partner means giving up life's opportunities for excitement.
Jan knew this about me and we'd discussed it many times. But every time I thought she was coming to my way of thinking she'd go back to her, 'the fantasy is the best part', seclusion!
Hell! The fantasy is simply the foreplay to me. I've always been the one that thought, "If it's worth fantasizing about, it's worth trying."
So, back to about an hour ago. The Red Lobster restaurant, four couples finishing their meals, the waitress bringing one last round of after-dinner drinks.
"How about we check out that new strip club we were talking about at work?" Tom threw in between Sue's saying the shrimp had been overcooked and Pam agreeing.
"And just what strip club might that be?" Linda raised an eyebrow and looked at Chip who looked a little sheepish.
"Well," Chip paused to consider the most politically correct response, "we haven't been there yet, but it's supposed to be real upscale and nice." Chip paused another moment before adding, "and it's going to try to appeal to couples and not just men."
"That's what I was thinking," Tom looked right at Linda and continued, "let's make sure they have at least four couples tonight, OK?" Tom paused, looked at each of the wives individually before adding, "I dare you all to go with me."
"I'm game," Jerry didn't hesitate to make his vote clear, then without consulting her he added his wife's vote, "and Sue will go to."
"I'll go," Pam grabbed Tom's arm and leaned into him, "if Linda and Jan go too."
"OK." Linda didn't show any expression at all as she answered.
Now nobody even noticed that I was being quiet. Hell, everyone there knew I'd be in for anything like that. And everyone looked at Jan and I was afraid that this would be one of those 'I hate being the spoil sport' moments that I had to hear about for days. I guess I didn't blame her for being put on the spot like that.
"Why do we want to go to some silly club with some women who are probably drug addicts and prostitutes?" Jan looked around the table and saw the disappointed faces of the men and the curious faces of the other women. She looked right at me very seriously, then I noticed the slight wicked grin beginning to form as she continued, "if the men want to see some ladies dancing provocatively, and even stripping, then why do we need to go out in public?"
OK, now I thought she was going to say that we have our wives to strip for us every night and that should be enough.
Jan smiled even more as she took the margarita that had just been brought, licked some salt from the rim with a slow, sensuous, movement of her tongue, licked it across her lips provocatively, and then took a sip of the drink before dropping the bomb shell. "Why don't we go to our place and we ladies can be your strippers?" She glanced at the other women with a confident and daring look and added, "Are you game?"
Speechless is an understatement! I was disbelieving my ears.
"Sounds OK to me," Pam spoke so quietly that I wasn't sure I'd heard her but I was sure what she added, "I'm game if everyone else is."
"Sue's in." Jerry smiled excitedly as he answered for his wife.
"Sure," Linda still showed no emotion as she spoke, "but are we talking about only dancing for our husbands?"
"Well," Jan glanced at Sue and Pam, and then looked at Linda and finished, "we'll all be in the same room, won't we?" Jan thought a moment before adding, "and the reason the men wanted to go to the club was to see different girls, right?"
"Damn!" Chip spoke out loud but it was clear he didn't mean to. He was looking at Jan's face as she spoke but when she finished he was looking at those great tits that he never thought, until now, that he'd ever really get to see. Tom was eyeing the little Sue and it was very apparent that Jerry wanted Pam by the way he was ogling her.
Hell, I'm like the old bull that told the young bull, who wanted to run down and get a cow from the herd, "I'll walk down and get them all!
But, I think it was obvious who the, at least, initial partners would be in this. And as I watched Jan wink at Chip, I looked at Linda and saw a rare smile on her face as she looked back at me.
We were in two cars so I can't say what was said in the other, but in ours, the conversation was not about our intentions at all. I felt it sort of weird that neither us or Tom and Pam said anything about where we were going and what we were going to do.
When we got home the other car was already in the drive. The other two couples were on the front porch and we quickly got out of my car and joined them and I opened the front door and we all went in.
Everyone was obviously nervous.
I'm guessing the gals because of what they'd agreed, and were about, to do.
Us guys were simply in shock and excited and totally afraid that something would happen to stop this. But nothing did. Nothing at all.
"Pam?" Jan spoke as soon as everyone was in the living room. "Would you help me get the men some chairs?"
"Sure," Pam didn't hesitate at all, "where?"
"Let's get the dining chairs and put them in the living room, OK?"
"Yes," Sue spoke for a rare time, "dining chairs are good lap dance chairs."
"And," Jan smiled at little Sue, "just how do you know so much about lap dancing?"
"I lap dance for Jerry often." Sue spoke with such an innocent honesty that it caught everyone off guard. "Jerry like me to lap dance for him, and I like lap dancing, it fun."
There was silence. Jan and Pam went to the kitchen and returned with four of the dining room chairs. They placed the chairs against the open wall about three or four feet apart and told the men to take a seat.
I took the chair on the far left, Chip on the far right and Jerry and Tom took the two middle ones.
"Well," Jan was the first to speak after the men were in their places, "since Sue's the only one, I'm guessing," Jan looked at Pam and Linda who both nodded agreement, "who's actually done this, why don't we let her show us how?"
"OK," Sue quickly answered and smiling, added to our surprise, "but I want to dance for Tom now."
"Let there be music." Jan turned on the stereo and grinned as she reached to dim the lights in the room.
Pam, Jan, and Linda sat on the couch on the opposite side of the living room as Sue began to sway to the music and work, ever so slowly, her way over to, a very delighted, Tom.
Sue was turning, slowly moving forward, unbuttoning her shirt, and undoing her tight jeans, all in one incredibly fluid motion.
I don't know about the other guys but I was rock hard by now. This cute little Oriental lady was a pro. And, damn! What a hell of a nice little body she had.
I looked at Jan and the other two ladies and noticed they were as transfixed as we were. Now I don't know Pam and Linda as well, but I know that horny look on Jan. And it was very there!
As Sue made her final turn away, just a few feet now from Tom, I was so glad that Tom was in the chair next to me. I could tell by the smiles on Jan, Linda, and Pam's faces that Sue must be smiling at them as she bent over, reached back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. Then she was reaching down and sliding her thin panties down her legs and stepping out of them completing the trail of clothes that led from the couch to our chairs.
Sue's little naked butt was within an easy reach of it and me was so tempting but I just wasn't sure of the rules. Plus, she was dancing for Tom right now and with her smiling husbands, obvious, approval.
"Are we allowed to touch?" Tom held his hands up as Sue turned and showed us all her gorgeous little breasts and that silky soft looking wasp of pubic hair.
"When she dances for me, I sure do." Jerry laughed as he spoke, then added, "We're not going to have rules here, are we?"
"We're lap dancing, not swapping wives, right?" Linda looked at a disappointed Chip as she made her statement.
"But, it's almost impossible to lap dance without touching something." Jerry had his sales spiel ready as he seemed to be prepared to negotiate the issue.
"It's not that I mind contact," Linda spoke defensively, and then added, "I'm not on the pill and it's about that time."
I was relieved to hear Linda's response because I was pretty certain that she was going to be my private dancer tonight. And, I sure didn't want to draw the lady who was most hesitant to enjoy herself.
"OK, so the only rule besides 'what plays at the Jones's, stays at the Jones's, is no intercourse, OK?" Jan was starting to stand up and was already unbuttoning her blouse as she spoke.
"I saw one of the girls at a club giving head to a guy once." Chip just had to push the rules.
"We're just drawing the line at fucking." Pam stood up beside Jan now and also started to disrobe.
I'd been distracted by the negotiating but noticed that Sue had continued her dance as if nothing had been said.
And, she was doing as good a job as any pro I'd ever seen. She twisted, turned, swayed and swooped her little body all over and around a smiling Tom.
And my friend, Tom, was enjoying every moment of it too. Hell, so was I. The only difference is that Tom was getting to feel of those beautiful breasts; hips, thighs, and I even notice him reaching down and feeling Sue's little ass and pussy too.
As stimulating as it was to watch Sue and Tom, it was even more stimulating to watch as my beautiful wife was taking off the last of her clothing now and was finishing her dance to a smiling Chip.
And, having never seen Pam naked before, it was a real delight to see that her body was ever bit as nice as it had been in my mind's eye. As Pam slipped her panties down over her foot she smiled at me, but then danced her way to Jerry.
I was alternating watching Jan as she seduced Chip, and Pam as she was rubbing her body all over Jerry but quickly turned my complete attention to the last lady of the group.
Linda was transfixed with the sight of Jan sitting her naked butt in Chip's lap and rubbing back and forth with the music.
I thought for a moment that Linda might be the link that just wasn't going to fit.
Then I saw a smile on Linda's face, and when I looked at what she was looking at I saw that Chip was grinning ear to ear as he rubbed his face back and forth across Jan's large, firm, breasts.
"He's been dying for your breasts for years, Jan," Linda stood, began undressing, and added; "now he's in big breast heaven."
As Linda completed her disrobing I noticed that, although small, she had one of the nicest set of breasts in the room. Firm, but not hard like fake ones, well shaped and with gorgeous long, dark, nipples. We're talking almost an inch and they might get longer with some talented attention from me.
Linda finally took her eyes off of her husband and my wife and began her dance across the living room to me.
I have to admit that I did want to watch every single thing that was happening with the other couples, but I also wanted to savor every second of my time with my dancer too. So, I looked deeply into Linda's eyes, smiled, and leaned back in my seat as she approached.
"You're beautiful, Linda." I more mouthed the words than spoke them.
"Thank you," Linda smiled as she mouthed her words back to me, "I've always thought you were the best looking guy at the store."
OK, she might have just been being nice. She might have just been saying what she thought she should say. But, I didn't care and right now I was glad I had her, although Sue and Pam were pretty damn hot too.
Linda approached, facing me, and leaned down and tentatively, pressed her lips against mine. I wasn't expecting a kiss and it caught me off guard so my lack of response was probably misinterpreted.
I looked over, saw that Chip and Jan had been kissing too and realized that, that is what probably gave Linda the OK to kiss me.
Linda's legs were perfectly shaped. Her pubic hair was thick but covered only a small patch around her vagina. Her belly was flat and she had a belly button that you could almost fuck as another orifice, a real inzie.
As Linda approached again I reached out and placed my hands on her thighs and felt how soft her flesh was. She swayed in my embrace and I pulled her gently forward allowing my face to be close enough to smell her heat.
I let my hands wonder up her thighs and over her hips until I was feeling up her sides to each side of her perfect breasts. Then I reached slightly behind her and pulled her gently toward me, and this time it was me who was, initiating the kiss.
Linda's lips were soft. I felt her continue to sway, as our lips remained pressed together.
Then she broke the kiss and turned away from me. She looked back over her shoulder as she allowed herself to almost sit in lap, but maintaining her legs support, she rubbed her naked ass across the bulging crotch of my jeans, not once but several times.
Linda stood again, took several dance moves to turn back around, then straddled me and placed her mouth on mine once more.
Now Linda can kiss! Man, can she ever kiss. Her lips, her tongue, and even her soul was in that kiss. I think we might have been kissing for several minutes before I was aware that she was also dry humping my cock through my jeans. Well, it was dry inside my jeans, (at least so far), but she had the zipper and outside pretty darn wet.
When we finally broke the kiss Linda had her arms around my neck and leaned back, allowing my cock to rub against her ass as well as her pubic area. I began to hump back against her and, leaning forward, managed to get one of her sweet breasts in my mouth.
As I sucked that long nipple I felt it get even harder and, amazingly, longer.
We continued to dry fuck each other and I alternated from one nipple to the other sucking them like I might suck a small penis.
I knew I wouldn't cum. I seldom cum without vaginal intercourse. But, I didn't care. I was having one of the best sexual experiences of my, very experienced, life.
I felt Linda humping in a different, and more assertive, manner now so I reciprocated accordingly.
I now removed the hand that I'd been holding the breast I was currently sucking, keeping the other still on the other breast, and let it slide down Linda's belly to her pubic area.
I began to suck her nipple even more aggressively as I also rubbed her very swollen and wet clitoris.
Linda responded by hunching against my hand, as well as my cock.
I could tell she was getting close so I allowed a finger to enter her and found that ribbed area easily. Linda was pushing her breast hard against my face and fucking my finger with earnest now.
She stopped her motion for the first time and then lurched hard against me. Then, stopping again she pushed my face away from her nipple and gave me my life's second best kiss as she lurched her pelvis again onto my finger.
Have you ever felt a woman's insides as she really cums? You know, that wet, but squeaky-clean feel? Well, along with her muscles contracting on my finger, I felt it very much right then.
I so wanted my cock to be inside that pussy at that moment but knew it just wasn't going to happen. But I also relished the experience I'd just shared with Linda.
"God, fucking, damn," Linda whispered in my ear as we broke the kiss and she had calmed down a bit, "pardon my French, but," she looked at me and grinned, "God, fucking damn!"
"I totally agree," I smiled back at her and leaned in and gave her a nice, quick, kiss on the lips before adding, "in any language, Linda, you're really a hot young lady."
For the first time in what seemed hours, I looked over at the others.
Beside me, Tom had his pants undone. Who knows if he'd done it or if Sue had, but his pants and his underwear were around his knees.
Sue was sitting in floor, still naked, in front of him and was slowly stroking his cock.
It was obvious that they'd been watching Linda and I. I looked to see if there were any signs that Tom had cum but realized that, if he had, Sue must have taken the evidence in some way or the other.
Pam was sitting in Jerry's lap. She was slowly lifting her body up and down in a manner that appeared they were still slowly fucking. I could tell that Jerry still had his slacks on, but his fly could certainly be open.
By the looks on their faces it appeared that, whether actually fucking or not, they'd both been satisfied.
Jan was sitting in the floor in front of Chip just like Sue was with Tom; only Chips pants were still on. But, his fly was open and Jan had Chips soft penis in her hand, fondling it idly.
The mass of white cum on Jan's breasts told the story there.
People began to get dressed or just get organized a little better. I, for one, hadn't undressed at all but it did take some adjustments to be able to stand.
"What played at the Jones's," Jan spoke in a rather cheerful voice as she broke a long moments silence, "stay's at the Jones's."
"Absolutely!" Chip responded first.
"Totally." Pam was still dressing as she spoke.
"Here, here." Jerry, Tom and I affirmed almost as if we'd rehearsed it.
"And next time," Linda surprised everyone when she confirmed what all of us must have been thinking, "it can stay at the Smith's, OK?"
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Christmas with Louise
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Posted:Dec 9, 2006 7:03 am
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As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of pantyhose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's ' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in a X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?"
Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What in the world is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless.. "Why doesn't she have any teeth? "Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, Hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to
decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had
suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored
her to perfect health. Louise went on to star in several bachelor
party movies.
I think Grandpa still calls her.
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Barbie's Nasty Christmas Letter To Santa
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Posted:Dec 9, 2006 6:55 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2008 10:45 pm
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Dear Santa:
Listen you fat little troll, I've been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAYBACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here by next Christmas, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won't wanna be around to smell it). So, here's my holiday wish list:
1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweat shirt. I'm sick of looking like a . How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and Velcro crawling up your butt?
2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white. What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!
3. A REAL man...maybe G.I. Joe. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boyfriend Ken. And what's with that earring anyway? If I'm gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and me) anatomically correct.
4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct.
5. Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to twist, just get it done.
6. A jogging bra. To wear until I get the surgery.
7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it. How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, an advertising account exec.
8. A new, more 90's persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own paint gun, outfitted with a fake fur coat and handcuffs; or "Stop Smoking Barbie", sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum.
9. No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl.
10. Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years. I think I deserve it.
Ok, Santa, that's it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don't think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bimbo doll for next Christmas. It's that simple.
Yours truly,
Barbie
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What I Want
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Posted:Nov 23, 2006 7:40 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2008 10:46 pm
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I want to feel your erection in my hand, and mouth beating its gurgling thickness, ready to spray my throat with streams of hot sticky liquid silk. I want to hear you tell me how hot you are, how you want me to take you to that exquisite level of pleasure with the toy that is waiting for you.
I want to suck you with an unquenchable thirst, letting my saliva drip to your darkened starburst as my finger begins to press passed your ring there. I want to corkscrew your ass while I suck your cock voraciously.
While the moaning vibrations of my vocal cords caress you, I want to feel your hips bucking their way against my throat and against the toy that is now pumping into and out of your ass. I want to feel your body become rigid, your cock stiff, hard like stone, and your growling moan that send me over the edge with just the audible ecstasy of your pleasure.
I want to feel that unbelievable pressure commencing to an exploding eruption of hot molten thickness blasting forth, spraying the love well that is my mouth. I want to feel it scalding my oral cavity as it cascades down my throat, quenching that thirst I have for your essence.
I want to feel your hands in my hair, first caressing my golden locks, then gripping and holding my head down, as you're cum washes my throat. I want to hear more of those growling moans as I slowly take that toy from your most intimate place, slowly and continue to suck every after-shocking spurt from your volcanic cock.
That's only a little of what I want.
I want to feel you inside my tight cunt, sliding inside, and out. Then I want to feel you teasing my crinkled bud with the mushroom head of your cock, making me whimper for more. I want to feel your cock spearing me with a single rapid thrust, making me cry,
"Oh FUCK!"
I want to hear you urging me on, nodding at me with reassurance, "Yes, Baby-girl, FUCK!"
I want to hear the squishing sounds of our hot sex when you move your hands from behind my knees to clasp my ankles over my head, partially elevating my pelvis so the descending thrust of your fantastic fuck-pole provides the deepest penetration possible, making me squeak and gasp with your every piercing thrust.
I want to experience the animalistic instinct overtaking you as you pound your turgid meat into my swollen, hot flesh.
I want you to urge me on to climax.
"Cum for me Baby-girl, rain for me!"
I want you to feel those deep inner clenches of my pussy. I want to see you watching me throw my head back onto the pillow, making only an exhale and a squeak. I want you to feel warm wetness gushing from my hot, little cunt, then I want to feel your finger slip into my ass and feel those clenches too as my body convulses in short spastic waves.
I want you to see my facial expressions, as I moan with delight, grimace with wondrous pleasure, and bite my lower lip.
I want to feel you becoming rock hard again as the spectacle of my pleasure before you pushes you over the edge and you violently fuck the full extension of your cock up my tight tunnel, your finger inside my ass wriggling and pumping, stroking yourself from the other side of me to heighten the level of intensity and pleasure.
Then, when you hit the highest possible plane of ecstasy, I want to feel those unceasing surges from the depths of your loins blasting forth into me, squirting my cervix, as you slip your finger in and out of my ass, until you feel you are too sensitive to move anymore.
I want your cum and my gushing soaking the bed beneath us, leaving a large puddle of honey juice and sticky semen.
Then I want you to collapse over me, sucking my taut nipples, allowing the spasms from my pulsing valley to massage the shaft of your amazing cock.
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12 Naughty Days (of Christmas) May Be Offensive To Some
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Posted:Nov 12, 2006 7:01 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2008 7:33 pm
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On the first day of Christmas,My true love gave to me, A blow job before my cup of tea,
On the second day of Christmas My true love gave to me, Two nipple rings, And a blow job before my cup of tea,
On the third day of Christmas My true love gave to me, Three Viagra pills,Two nipple rings, And a blow job before my cup of tea,
On the fourth day of Christmas My true love gave to me, A face full of pussy,Three Viagra pills,Two nipple rings, And a blow job before my cup of tea,
On the fifth day of Christmas My true love gave to me, Herself wearing just a purple bow,A face full of pussy,Three Viagra pills,Two nipple rings, And a blow job before my cup of tea,
On the sixth day of Christmas My true love gave to me, A night of fucking with her and a tasty blonde,Herself wearing just a purple bow,A face full of plenty pussy,Three Viagra pills,Two nipple rings, And a blow job before my cup of tea,
On the seventh day of Christmas My true love gave to me, A long slow bath with her sitting on my cock,A night of fucking with her and a tasty blonde,Herself wearing just a purple bow,A face full of plenty pussy,Three Viagra pills,Two nipple rings, And a blow job before my cup of tea,
On the eighth day of Christmas My true love gave to me, A long lie and a massage,Cock rejuvenating cream,Four cans of glucose,And plenty rest cuz she wasn't done with me,
On the ninth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me,A blindfold that I was told to wear, Tied to the chair, I was licked and sucked,Got ridden 'bout 3 times, And not once did I bloody get to see,
On the tenth day of Christmas,My true love gave to me, The video of the night we had before,I watched as I sat, Tied up and blind, Big grin on my face,As her 2 sisters took their turns riding lucky me,
On the eleventh day of Christmas,My true love gave to me,A tub of lube and her lying on her face,She looked round at me, With a wicked grin, and said "Please lover, take my anal virginity",
On the twelfth day of Christmas,My true love gave to me,an invite to-oo an orgeeeee,there we spent the day,Being sucked and fucked,so good I forgot about what's under our tree.....
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Damn Again!
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Posted:Oct 30, 2006 8:40 pm
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2007 4:10 pm
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Damn
The simple sight of you
Mesmerizes me
Drowning in the sea of your eyes
Your scent calls to
Something primitive me
That I didn't know existed
Kept hidden even from me
I believed in mind over matter
Until I beheld you
I didn't know what pheromones were
Till I caught your scent
My mind cannot understand
The screams of my body, my soul
Except to reach out and touch you
Taste you to quiet it
Tension in my spine awaiting release
Arch in feverish plea
For lips to skin soothe me
Never have I known the primal part of me
That yearned and burned
Till I knew your touch
I never tossed and turned
And begged for so much
The power of surrender
The power of needing
The power of weakness
The strength to follow through
To do what I must do
To get there...
Blindfold me so I may better sense
The taste and texture of you
Bind me for I already am
Claim me, I am already yours
Your touch, your kiss
My love, my desire
Please return to me
If your love be fire
Let the flames lick me entirely
And I will rise like Phoenix
Only seeking more
Hoping you are the yin to my yang
The white to my black
The balance that would keep us intact always
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If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you...
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Posted:Oct 25, 2006 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2008 10:46 pm
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I would bring you into my room, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your clothes from your body, not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need. With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow; there is no room for two to move, and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I would place cushions under your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs.
I would not even remove my own clothes at first. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But time has been too long for that, time far too long without you. I want to savor your body as long as possible, before you experience mine. So instead, I would straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your penis.
Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there slowly, so slowly.
I would run my forefinger around the top of your cock. I like this part of you, the color and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I would stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins to your balls. They are tight already.
I would cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I would stroke your inner thighs with my other hand.
A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip of your cock. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your glands. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs. You are aching in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me. I would take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs.
From here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin, the way I know it arouses you. Your cock jumps. I bend further, far enough that my breasts hang either side of your cock, and draw my fingers lightly over your legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your balls. Then I stop short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again come close to touching your cock. I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. You must be impatient with me; you must want to be inside me already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want to savor all of you before I take you, your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, and the look of you. I would bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them.
You squirm beneath me; it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still holding the skin I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again, and again, but this time even slower, and again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glands. I lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt. Moving my lips down to kiss you, I would slip back, and my cunt would be close to your face.
You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed, but through the silk of my underwear you can taste my fluid seeping, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for this. So I would tease.
While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breath more quickly, anticipating me naked, my skin against your mouth, and my juices on your skin. I straighten and stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head. I take off my thong, dropping it so it lands on your chest. My blouse and bra I throw on the floor. Then I kneel between your legs. Here you cannot reach me, but I can touch you. You say something; you are disappointed and tense against the ropes. I would not answer you.
Your legs are tied apart, and now I nestle my face between them, taking in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there a minute then move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in this way, I reach the crack between your balls and your groin, and here I pause. Carefully, slowly, I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh. This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to bottom until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself. And at this, I would lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection pushes into my soft belly.
I kiss you on the mouth. Your tongue pushes into my mouth, hard, running over my teeth and tongue and gums, drawing saliva from me, for a minute or more. You will not let my tongue into your mouth; you push me away every time I try to enter. And your cock pushes against my belly, so hard; you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move. It would be the first time we have kissed.
After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal an end. I don't want this. I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck and shoulders, and hard teeth marks on your chest. But I would let you have your way.
I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking my thong from where it has lain on your chest, and wrap it around your cock. The moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric over your cock. Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away. I rub faster and faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. You are trying to hold back. I stop. I kiss you gently on your glands and lick around the rim of your cock. You push up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness. Then I pull away and again wrap the cloth around your penis. Slowly I rub the garment over your organ, then faster, faster, and faster. Your face contorts; you are holding back, waiting for me to stop. But this time I would not stop.
And when you’re cum shoots out, falling onto my belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over your body and mine.. I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you. You pull away. I think you are angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time. I would lie on your chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it is with passion.
Your cock is soft now. With one hand I take and wet it with my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke it. Then I kneel beside the bed and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue, one by one. I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth with my tongue. Gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin. I feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. You begin to fill my mouth. Soon I cannot hold you all, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your cock instead. Then I take all of you once again inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, or rubbing over the base of your cock, or stroking your thighs. I would take your length into my mouth.
Now I move up and down over your penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh, still moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of your penis between finger and thumb, pulling at you as my mouth moves. I feel how your cock jumps, and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning again, before once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing. This goes on for a long time. My cunt is so hot, so wet. At times I touch myself with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them, tasting my juices. Then I would untie the blindfold.
I kneel above your erect penis, just high enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate. Slowly, slowly. At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger running over and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My lips are swollen with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching inside them, I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me. I lean back so you can see more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks like arrows pointing to my cunt. Now I open my lips with both hands, showing you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to it and taste the liquid; it is sweet and salty at once. There is so much of it now that drops of it fall on your cock. But I would not touch you.
I am pleasuring myself. I put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and out, reaching up to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your cock jump, as you see my face contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure. You want to touch me too; you want to be inside me.
I would fuck myself with my fingers until I was almost ready to come. Then I would withdraw and begin caressing my clitoris.
Drawing liquid up from my cunt over this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit, I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest seen from a distance, moving closer and closer until fully recognized, all sensation moving toward the centre and becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over me.
When my orgasm was over, when the wave had receded, I would lift your cock and gently touch the tip to my cunt.
My moisture runs over you. I take the head, and move it over my lips, my clit, and my cunt opening. It feels good; your skin is soft and smooth. It stimulates me. I lean over you and keep on moving your cock against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the distant sensation of another orgasm. I push the head of your cock into my cunt. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in your breath, and roll your hips. You try to enter me more deeply, but I hold back. Only the tip of your penis is inside me, but I hold it with my muscles, and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing inside me. Several times I stop, holding you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles. Then I would et you enter me completely.
You draw in breath, deeply. I push down as hard as I can, feeling the length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin. Tightening all my muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me. Then I lower myself again, slowly, and again, and again. I lean forward until I am lying over your chest, and push with my hips. You kiss me deeply and with passion; your eyes are closed, but I can feel how near you are. I slow down. Then hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, and squeezing you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand. Your eyes are on me; they want me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours. Then I move again, slowly. And again stop. My cunt is so wet. I would touch myself with one finger, and the muscles contract themselves.
I look at you and smile. You are ready to come again, and so am I. I push faster; the tip of your cock hits against me, deep inside. I am laughing, crying at once. You lift your head and bury your teeth in my neck, holding me still. You are coming hard. When you let go, I lift from you and lay beside you, holding you with one arm, my other hand touching myself. You kiss me, again and again.
This orgasm would be slow, long, sweet...
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The Alley
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Posted:Oct 6, 2006 8:52 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2008 11:10 pm
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Anna finished her drink and waited for Tom to finish his. She had a few glasses of wine, which loosened her inhibitions and, as she sat there watching Tom down the last drop, she knew she wanted him. All she could think about was feeling him between her legs and she could feel her pussy getting moist with the very thought. Little electrical shocks made her close her legs tight as she sat there trying to keep composed. She knew what was going to happen when they got back to the house. She knew she was in for the time of her life.
They left the bar and walked only a few yards down the road when Tom pulled her into a dark alley and kissed her deeply. His tongue deep in her mouth, he pushed at her top, feeling her hard nipples. Anna moaned as he manipulated her breasts and rubbed her nipples so they became so hard they ached. Grabbing at his jeans, she unfastened his belt, undid his button flies, and slid her hand into his pants. She felt his hard, hot, throbbing cock and wanted so much to go down on him, to lick and suck him like he'd never been sucked before. Tom grabbed at her hand, moved it from his cock and with one hand, held her hands behind her back so she could not move. With his free hand he undid her jeans almost ripping them down to her ankles. He so wanted to feel how wet she was, how hot and juicy her pussy was.
He slid down her knickers exposing her. Running his fingers along her lips, spreading her hot juices up towards her clit. She moaned as he started rubbing the hard little bud, knowing she was getting wetter than before. With her hands behind her back, she couldn't move. He was in control and he enjoyed the fact. His fingers slipped between her legs once more and parted her sweet lips. She moaned again and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissed her deeply as he worked his fingers slowly in and out of her.
Tom let go of her hands and lay her on the ground. He wanted her badly. He opened her legs slightly raising them so he could get a look at what he was going to fuck. Anna felt exposed. She knew he could see her wet lips, her moist hole that he'd only just worked on with his fingers. She could see his cock hard and ready to slide inside of her. He moved closer. She felt him between her legs, pushing gently, opening her up. His cock sliding in slowly, deeply, she moaned loudly as he filled her up. Slowly at first, he slid in all the way as deep as he could go then pulled out, then in again, out again slowly, knowing she wanted a good hard fucking. Tom was a great tease.
He was working her good now, thrusting his huge throbbing cock in and out of her, faster, deeper, listening to her moans of pleasure and the sucking noises from her pussy, as she was so wet. Tom was going to come soon if he kept fucking her like this.
"I want you to come in my mouth," Anna screamed.
So he pulled out of her and she took every inch of his cock in her mouth. Licking and sucking him as he came, feeling the hot cum spurt into her mouth and run down her throat. She was coming too and she found her clit with her fingers and rubbed furiously
till she came.
Anna wanted a night of pleasure with Tom and she got it. She was looking forward to getting back to the house, as she knew there was more to come...
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Oh Damn
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Posted:Oct 4, 2006 6:40 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2008 11:07 pm
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I am getting wet from just sitting here and watching you shooting pool. I want you so much that I can taste it, but that will have to wait until later. It seems like the game will never end. Finally the game is over and head to the Motel. Once there, you head to the bathroom to take a shower while I get comfy on the sofa. I hear the water running and in my mind's eye I can see you getting undressed and stepping into the shower. Hmmm, that gives me an idea.I head to the bathroom and quietly get undressed. You are rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when I step into the shower with you. You jump when you open your eyes because you didn't know that I was there. I have a grin on my face and tell you that I thought you might need some help.
I take your hand and bring it to my lips, sucking on your index finger. You try to pull away but I won't let you. I do this to each of your fingers, making you crazy with need for me. You are facing me, and I run the wash cloth over your chest, down to your stomach, and as I go lower, you try to stop me, but I will not be stopped. I drop the rag and start to stroke you, loving the feel of you in my hands. I look up at you and you have a grin on your face, so I reach up and slowly trace your lips with my tongue.
I nibble on your lips a bit, but then get back to what I was doing before.My hand is replaced with my mouth on you, hot and wet, licking and sucking gently. You lean back on the shower wall to keep from falling. Up and down your cock my tongue goes, teasing you, making you want more. I take all of you into my mouth, feeling you swell even more, making you go wild. You tell me to stop, but I keep going, stroking and licking until I feel you explode in my mouth.
We get out of the shower and you take my hand and lead me to the bed. You gently lay me down, running your eyes over my body. Your hands follow the same path that your eyes did. A trail of kisses follows your hands, up to my stomach, my breasts, licking and sucking each one, then on to my shoulders, finally to my neck and face. Your fingers search out the place that you want to be, finding me wet with need for you. You kiss me deeply, then leave a trail of kisses back down my stomach, lower to my pussy. First licking the lips, then sucking gently. Your tongue finds my clit, and you gently suck on it. I love the feel of your mouth on me. You keep licking and sucking my clit until I come.
You slowly crawl up the bed, covering my body as you go. You start to slide into me, but pause for a second or two, and I tell you that I need you. Be patient, you say. You are doing this to drive me wild. I'm trying to pull you in deeper, but you hold back, only giving a little at a time. You love the feel of your cock sliding into me as much as I do. Once you are completely inside me, you just lay there and enjoy the feel of it hot and wet. Slowly you start to move in and out. My body is tingling from head to toe. I protest as you move both of my hands above my head and hold them there. Be patient, you say again.
I have my legs wrapped around your waist, trying to set the tempo, but you are going at your own slow pace, driving me insane. You hold both of my hands in one of yours, and take your free hand to trace little trails on my face, around my eyes, down my nose, then to my lips. I kiss one finger, then slowly suck it into my mouth, licking and nipping it. You release my hands and I run them from your shoulders down your arms, feeling your muscles as I go.
I love the feel of them flexing as I touch you. You start to speed up, thrusting harder and harder inside me. I rake my nails down your back and grip your ass, pulling you into me. I tell you that I'm almost there, so you slide your hand between us to play with my clit, sending me over the edge. You can feel me coming, pulsing around you, which makes you come too.
Once our breathing becomes normal again, you slide off to the side, holding me in your arms. I look up at you, and you have a grin on your face.
I ask you what that grin is for, and all you can say is one word, "DAMN".
Princess
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