Tik List

I was sitting alone at home when the phone rang, I pick it up and said hello, the voice on the other end ask to talk to a Miss Playware, well I told him that she was not here at the time, could I take message. I wasn’t going to tell him no one live here by that name. He said he’d call back at midnight and that he’d tell her then what he wanted. I went about my business, getting house work done then fix dinner and ate alone. I had put the call out of my mind, when the phone rang at midnight.
“Hello, no I am sorry but you must have been given the wrong number she doesn’t live here. “I told him. His vice was real deep as deep as the singer Berry White. The more he talk the more I wanted him to talk. My body was tingling, my nipples were getting hard, and tight, and my pussy was getting wet, all from his voice. I forgot he was talking, till he ask me if we could talk awhile, he really needed to talk to someone. I told him that I was a 30 year old lady with out a man in my live at the moment, so I would like to talk to him, beside his voice was great. We talk about the weather and a lot of other general stuff. Everything from what our favorite color was to what food we like the best. We talk some about the people we’ve dated, and what we like most in bed. We said our good nights around 3 in the morning. I drifted off to sleep.
Three weeks later around midnight the phone rings again. I pick it up thinking it was my sister, who was to call earlier, but it was him again. ” Hello honey its me again, I hope you don’t mind, but I needed to hear your voice again. ” he said. “Hi, I don’t mind at all I love your voice” I told him. He told me that our talk got him through some rough times in the last three weeks. Although sleeping was hard he hasn’t got much sleep lately. Would you mind if we talk a little more openly about some things” he asked. I told him I didn’t mind at all. He ask me where I was in the house. I told him I was in my bedroom, laying on my bed. He ask me what I was wearing. I told him that I was wearing a pair of flannel PJ’S and it was colder than hell here where I live.
He ask me if I was wearing pj’s, I told yes. He laugh and told me that if he was there I would be wearing something sexy. I told him that I wouldn’t be wearing anything at all if he was here. “If I was there what would you do?” he asked. “Well if you were here with me. I would watching you undress or I would undress you. I would run my hands all over your body, feeling every inch of you, I kiss your lips, and slowly move down to your chest, tasting your body, when I find your nipples, I’d lick them, running circles around your nipples, sucking them in gentle at first, then a little harder. When I hear you moan I’d move down more licking and kissing my way down. My hands find your cock. It’s hard, hot, and ready, I run my hands up and down the length of your cock.
My hands cup your balls squeezing them, while I lick a taste of your cock, I love the taste, so I slide your cock head in my mouth sucking gently. I suck your cock in til I mouth hits your balls, wow your down my throat, and I feel you coming. I swallow all of your cum, and lick you clean and hard again. “she said. I listened and all I heard was heavy breathing and him moaning, then nothing. I ask him if he was alright. “Mmmm I’m find I couldn’t help myself I was stroking my self listening to you and I was getting really hot and I jerk my self off. ” he told me.
“I must have got you really hot then, It’s your turn, what would you do if you were here?” I asked.
“Yes you did get me sooo hot, Mmmm I would lay you down on that bed, my hands would start on your face, holding your face while I kiss you, I would tongue fuck your mouth, while my hands move to cup your tits, squeezing them. I move my mouth down to those beautiful titties. My tongue would lick your nipples, one at a time, sucking them in my hot mouth. Taking my time with both nipples, each getting harder. When I hear you cry out, I’ll move down kissing, and licking my way down. I spread your legs wide, as I settle my mouth on your pussy lips sucking them in, running my tongue in and out. I can hear you moaning and groaning, telling me to stop, can’t take any more, but I wont stop I want you to come in my mouth. I slip my tongue in, using my tongue to fuck your sweet juicy pussy. You grab my head and scream you coming, I drink it all up. That what I’d do to you if I was there with you. “he said. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never touch my self like that before. I was so horny that I told him I wish he was here with me. We talk some more and he told me he’d call me again soon, and hung up. I sleep good.
The next month I had to work nights, so I didn’t get home till after 4 in the morning. I missed his voice. Tonight would be my last night working, when I got home I found the red light blinking on the phone. I hit the play button and to my surprise I heard his voice. “Hello baby, I’m in town call me if you want to see me I’ll be in town all weekend. PLEASE CALL ME. ” he said. I couldn’t believe he was here. I grab the phone and dial the number, and his voice was there. I told him how to get to my place and also told I’d leave the key under the mat I was heading to the shower. I was still in the shower when he got here.
As I was stepping out of the shower, I heard him. “Mmmm, you look better than I thought you would look. If I don’t leave right now I’ll take you right now. I want to take you out to eat first. “He said. I finish drying off and slip on my thin strap black dress. As I look in the mirror, I saw panty lines so I took off my panties. I slip on my shoes and went out to the living room. He turn as I walk into the room He whistle. “Your one hot, sexy lady. Where have you been all my life.” he said.
“You’re not so bad your self, in fact your even better than I thought you’d look. Your taller and much bigger.” I told him. He told me that he was probably the biggest man I ever meet. “he said. We left to go to dinner. then we walk on the beach for a while, and went back to my place. We dance to some Barry White music. As we dance I unbutton his shirt, drop it to the floor. He pull my dress up and drop it on the floor. He gasp, and stop dancing, look down at me.
“I thought I’d be more comfortable without any under things on. Do you like? “I said. “Oh my yes I like, I like very much” he said. I went for his belt buckle, unbuckled and pull off the belt. As I unzip his pants, I felt his hands on my tits, squeezing them. “Mmmmm”I moaned. I slide his pants down, letting them drop to floor. ” Oh my your so huge” I said. “Yes I am, more to please you with my dear”he said. I was so hot that I wasn’t sure if we would make it to the bedroom, when he pick me up. I wrap my legs around his hips and felt him take hold his cock and put it in, and I felt him slide up inside my pussy.
He move us over to the couch, and bent me over and he was pounding me into the couch. “Oh yes, fuck me. . . . . . harder. . . faster. . . . oooohhhhhhhh I’mmmmm. . . . ccccoooommmmiiinnngggggg!” I screamed. He pick me and ask me where was the bed. I told him and he carry me there and gently layed me down all while keeping his cock inside me. When I layed back he slowly move his cock to he was almost out of me then he’d slam back in me. Over and over he slammed my pussy, until I felt him stiffen up and I felt him exploded. “Your one hot fuck baby, and we are not even close to being finish, if we ever are. “he told me. He pulled me into his arms and we fell asleep like that.
The next morning I woke up to find him eating my pussy. I have no idea how long he was at it, but my orgasm hit me hard. “Now that I’ve had my breakfast, lets go cook something for you. “he said. “No way its my turn. Lay back and relax, I’m going to have my breakfast right now” I told him. I wrap my hands around his huge cock and ran my hands up and down the length of his cock. I figure he was at least 10 or 12 inches long and at least 6 inches around, and I was going to get as much of him down my throat as I can. I lick the drop of cum that was laying on the tip of his cock head. I kiss and lick the all over the length of him and had him moaning for more. His hands on my head I let him guide my head over his cock head and I open my mouth and slide down on his cock.
He was trying not to move his hips. I move my hands to his hips, and squeezed his ass cheeks and pull him to me till I had all his cock down my throat. I felt him swell and explored in my mouth. I swallowed all of his cum. When I lifted my head up I saw that he had his close, so I got up and straddle his hips and grab his cock and slide down, wrapping my pussy around his cock. “Oh baby, ride my cock baby, ride me hard. “he groaned. He reach up and squeezed my titties, pushing them together and pinching my nipples. I screamed and fell forward bracing my hands on each side of his head.
“Oh baby, you like when I do that, come closer so I can have a taste. ” he said. “Oh yes baby fuck me. . . . . ride daddy’s big prick. . . . . . thats it. . . . yes grind your hips. . . . . oh babbbbbyyyyy. . . . . . . I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum. . . . . . . . . . . OH. . . BABYYYYY. . . HERE IT COMES. . . . . . . . I’mmmm comminggggggggg” he screamed. When we came back to earth the phone was ringing. I reach over to answer it, and then handed the phone to him. When hung up he told me that was his work he has to go back to the main office there was an emergency. He told me he didn’t want to go, but he would be back and he’d make sure one would know how to reach him.
He called every night telling me that he can’t wait to get back to me. I told him that I hope it was soon, cause I was so fucking horny, that I was going crazy. Two days later he called and told me that a limo would pick me up and take me to the airport to meet him. As I was waiting for him I went to the bathroom and took off my underwear and bra and stuffed them in my purse, went out to wait for him. We hug and kiss and then got into the limo. 10 minutes into the ride I couldn’t wait any longer I reach over and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and ready.
I put him in my mouth and suck his cock until he explored in my mouth. ” Damn baby couldn’t you wait till we got home. “he said with a laugh. “No I can’t and you something else I want you inside me right now. ” I told him as I straddle his cock and push my pussy down on him. He grab my hips and push and pull me back and forth till we came together.

San Francisco International Airport, San Francisco Ca. Main Terminal area 12:35 a.m. 16 September.
Alex sat in the quiet airport terminal, fixing her lipstick in a small compact and checking her make-up, waiting for John to arrive from Japan.
John had gone to Japan to convince his investor in financing a chain of Judo Dojo’s here in America. Their other Dojo had grown and friends wanted more Dojo’s in different parts of town.
She finished putting up her compact when the simple solitaire on her left ring finger caught her eye. “Mrs. John Jensen!” she thought to herself as she played with it.
It had been over a year since that first night John and she had made love on his floor, the first night they realized they were in love. Since then, they had moved in with each other, met each other’s family and then got married.
It was a simple Buddhist ceremony, where a few friends and family members got together. John and Alex made a promise to each other to follow the four noble truths and to respect each other from now until the end of days. That made her feel safe and warm inside.
Since John had been to Japan for the last seven weeks, it had felt like the end of days for Alex and she could hardly wait for him to get off the plane.
“Leave me for seven weeks,” she thought to herself.
Alex had deliberately dressed seductively, in order to punish John for leaving for so long. She was wearing a gray plaid skirt where the hemline was boarder-line obscene, a plain white blouse, that barley contained her D sized breasts and matching white knee-high stockings.
Her make-up was also on a thin line of being trashy but that was the look she was going for. She looked almost like a streetwalker but she didn’t care. She knew John liked that type of thing and she was going to use it to tease him for leaving her alone for seven weeks!
Alex again thought to herself, “I’m going to show him what he has been missing and I’m not going to allow him to have any until we get home!” Then she cracked an evil smile.
“Maybe I should wait until tomorrow to greet John,” a voice rang out.
Alex sat up, some what startled. “What?” she said to Steve.
Steve Kolaski, a big Polish man, was bigger than John, about 6′1″ and 230 pounds. He shaved his head which made his already dark brown eyes seem darker. Alex loved Steve, like a big brother but his eyes had always bothered her a bit. They looked as if they have seen Hell but she still loved the big guy.
Steve was a friend of John’s from when they were kids. He was ‘Little John’ to John’s ‘Robin hood’, Steve and John had known each other for twenty, maybe twenty five years. They both served in the military together, Rangers or Green Berets, Alex couldn’t remember. Now Steve came to help John with the Dojo and the construction of a new Dojo on the east side of town. Steve truly was a good friend and Alex loved him for that.
Steve looked Alex up and down and in a sheepish voice repeated, “I said maybe I should wait until tomorrow before I greet John.”
Alex smiled and began to blush. “I will behave long enough to allow you to say hi, but once we leave the airport, I won’t make any promises!” Then she concealed her lovely face and hazel eyes from Steve with her hand and began to giggle.
Steve began to laugh with his trademark, throaty laugh then said, “Are you blushing Ms. Jensen?”
Alex smiled even bigger.
At that time a voice said over the PA system. “Fight 121 from Dallas Ft. Worth now arriving at gate 3.”
Alex stood strait up and began to smile from ear to ear. Then she looked over to Steve and said. “After the Son of a bitch left me for seven weeks, I’m going to kill him. But he will die with a smile on his face!”
And with that, Steve nodded and faced towards the security check point with Alex, waiting for John.
Part II
San Francisco International Airport, San Francisco Ca Parking Garage. 1:26 a.m. 16 September.
As all three friends walked to their cars in the airports parking garage, Alex had her arm around John’s hip as John rested his arm on Alex’s 5′9′ petite but firm frame. The two could not keep from touching each other and stealing small kisses. They were drunk with love and lustful thoughts for each other.
“You look so dirty in that outfit.” John said to Alex with a lustful smile.
“Do you not like it?” Alex replied playfully.
“I like it a lot!” John said as he pulled Alex into him so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her deeply.
Alex melted as their tongues danced with each other. She felt John growing more excited as his hips pressed against her. With the deep kiss and the obvious growth in John’s pants, she too began to become aroused.
John pulled from their kiss, looked down and saw Alex’s skirt begin to rise.
“Some one didn’t wear panties.” John said to the now blushing Alex.
“OK you two!” Steve said as he covered his eyes. “Can’t you two love birds wait until at least I’m not here?”
John and Alex both blushed.
“Sorry Brother.” John finally said. “But it has been a long seven weeks.”
“And you two can wait at least another couple of hours!” Steve retorted. “I’m mean sweet mother of God people! This is a parking lot!” Steve began to chuckle. “Besides if I’m not getting any, then neither of you are either!”
Alex quickly got in a fighting stance. “Don’t make me kick your ass right here and now,” She said playfully.
Steve threw his arms up in surrender. “Ok there she devil! I give!” Then he smiled.
“I got you something from Tokyo,” John said. John reached into his bag and produced a bottle of sake and a DVD. “Its anime porn!” John said loud enough that other people in the garage could hear. “I know how much you like to watch cartoons having sex!”
Steve rolled his eyes at John. “Thanks I do like a good Hentia but I don’t think people here on the wharf quite heard you!”
All three laughed.
John finally said, “It’s good to be home.”
Alex squeezed him tightly and said, “Yes! I hate it when you are gone for so long.” Steve finally said, “But that is the nature of our company. If you want to expand, you need the blessing of the Kodakan. And who better to send as an ambassador than John?”
John interrupted, “Well I did find an investor! And as a silent partner, he is wanting to open three more Dojo’s!”
Both Steve and Alex’s eyes grew in size and a big smile stretched ear to ear! All three spoke excitedly for several minuets before Steve realized what time it was.
“Holly shit! It’s almost two in the morning!” Steve blurted out. “I have to go to the Dojo tomorrow!”
“Damn!” Alex said, “So do I!”
“Don’t worry about girl,” Steve said. “It’s a small class. I should have no problems with it. Stay with lover boy and I will see you two later in the day.”
“You’re a gem” Alex said then kissed him on the cheek.
“Yea thanks Bro,” John said.
Steve smiled and as he turned to walk towards his car, yelling out to them, “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” then he slipped into the darkness.
Part III
Streets of San Francisco Ca., 2:15 a.m. 16 September.
“So did you miss me?” John asked from the passenger side of the car.
“Only a whole lot!” Alex replied.
John reached over to Alex’s bare leg and began to caress the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Alex took in a sharp breath. “What are you doing John?” she said as coolly as possible.
“Me? I’m not doing anything!” he said, “I’m just talking to my wife.”
“John, you never could lie worth a damn.” Alex said. “Besides you have to wait until we get home!”
“Why?” John asked as his hand slowly made its way up Alex’s thigh and under her skirt.
Alex’s breath began to shutter, “Because I said so,” she kind of demanded. “And besides, if you don’t stop doing what you are doing you might cause me to crash the car!”
By this time John had unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into Alex’s ear. “Then maybe you should stop the car.” He whispered.
“Damn you!” Alex said as she turned into a dark, deserted parking lot. Her skin was burning with desire! She wanted John to kiss and touch every part of her body. “I wanted to wait!”
As soon as Alex put the SUV into park, she unbuckled her seatbelt and attacked John’s mouth with her lips and tongue. She drove her tongue deep into his mouth and made soft, groaning sounds as both their lips made loud, wet, smacking sounds.
Alex pulled away from John, looked dead into his eyes and said, “I want you so bad!”
“So do I!” John said with ragged breath.
Alex smiled, then proceeded to free John’s thick, nine inch cock from his pants. She looked at his throbbing member and noticed the large amount of the clear liquid, she liked to call candy, leaking from the tip.
John eased his half of the benched seat back to allow Alex better access to his now freed cock. “Oh baby you know what I want!” He said to Alex. “Please don’t make me beg!”
“Don’t worry baby! You won’t have to wait any longer!” Alex then positioned her body in such a way that she could have her knees in the driver’s seat and be perpendicular to John. This allowed her to be able to suck John’s cock without having to use her hands to hold herself up, freeing her hands for other uses.
Once she was comfortable and stable, she grabbed John’s hot cock with her right hand and started to caress his shaved balls with her left. “God I missed you!” Alex said while looking at John’s cock and balls.
John almost laughed out loud. For a moment, he thought Alex had said that to his cock and not him. “I missed you to baby.” He said after he realized it was him and not his cock that Alex missed.
Then John felt the warm, wet sensation of Alex’s mouth engulfing his cock.
Alex’s mouth wrapped around John’s massive cock and she tasted his sweet oozing pre-cum. She felt her own cock grow and begin to rub against the coarse material of the wool skirt she wore. The feeling was very erotic for Alex which caused her to move her hip back and forth. The action of John’s cock pressing against the back of her throat and rubbing her own cock was too much for Alex to handle. “I want you in me!” she demanded of John.
John felt his cock twitch as Alex began to straddle him.
“I have been waiting for weeks for this!” Alex said to John.
She had reached down between her legs from behind her own ass to guide John’s, now throbbing, cock into her hot ass. It felt divine, Alex thought to herself. The mixture of her spit and John’s precum was all the lubrication she needed to have him in her.
“Oh my!” were the words that escaped from Alex’s mouth as John’s cock began to fill her up. Alex always loved the way John filled her. She loved when he had all of his nine inches deep in her. Having his balls pressed against her firm ass. Alex truly loved it when his cock rubbed against that magic spot inside of her. Each time his cock went in and out of her, it caused the tip of her cock to ooze more and more precum. So much so that it dripped from the tip onto John’s now bare belly.
While Alex was riding John, she felt his hand slide up her body from her hip to her firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and begging to be touched by John, she was not disappointed.
John had pulled Alex’s blouse open with so much force that buttons were torn off. Alex didn’t care, she only wanted John. Alex felt John’s hot lips and tongue tease her nipples through her bra. “Please John! Suck my tits!” she now had begged John even more. Once John had freed her breasts from her lace, white bra, he did exactly what Alex wanted.
Alex moaned out loud, once she had her tits in John’s mouth. “Oh God baby! That’s it!” Then she began to rock back and forth harder on John’s cock.
“You are going to make me cum!” John yelled.
Once John said he was going to cum, Alex felt John’s cock swell even bigger. “Give it to me!” Alex demanded.
Alex felt her own cock begin to explode. John could cause her to cum from just fucking her. A matter of fact John’s cock was so apt in job, that often it would cause her to have the most mind blowing orgasm. And tonight, in the front seat of their SUV, was no different.
Hot white cum flew from Alex’s cock onto John’s body when she felt him blow his wad deep inside her. Her body went into spasms and her breath became short and ragged. Her orgasm was even greater when she watched John cum in her. It was what she loved when they had sex together. And she never wanted it to end.
Black four door Sedan, fifty meters behind Alex and John’s SUV, 2:32 a.m. 16 September.
Two men sat in the black four-door sedan wondering about the sudden turn into the dark parking lot and why the two occupants delayed leaving.
The man behind the steering wheel was small in stature, about 5′9″ and 135. He had olive color skin, dark brown eyes and dark curly hair. This man had a Middle Eastern or maybe Mediterranean look about him. He sat quietly behind the wheel waiting for the man in the passenger seat to act.
The other man was different in appearance. He stood about 6′1″ at 250lbs. His hair had turned gray and retreated back so much that the top of his head was completely bare. His eyes were dark as well but they showed many more years in them than his companion.
Finally, after what seemed like a very long time, the old man lifted a small radio to his month and uttered one word. “Go”
Alex and John’s SUV, 2:32 a.m., 16 September
Alex laid her head against John’s strong chest, trying to catch her breath in between her still shuttering body. John slowly caressed Alex’s back, breathing in her perfumed skin and sweat.
“I missed you so much.” Alex purred into John’s chest.
“I missed you to.” He said as he kissed the top of her head. “I think we should get going.” John sighed. “Besides we can do it again with more room to move in,” he said with a slight chuckle.
Alex began to chuckle with John but it soon changed to gasps of air and confusion.
Before both Alex and John knew what had hit them, they were covered in small fragments of glass which was followed by blinding white light and a loud popping sound.
Alex’s ear no longer could hear, except for a high-pitched, chirping ring. Her eyes also failed her; all she could see was the flashing white light in a field of darkness.
In a dream like state, Alex felt herself being pulled apart from John and flung into the cold emptiness of space. And as fast as the chaos had begun it ended with a sharp blow from the ground against her head.
Steve’s apartment San Francisco Ca., 2:47 a.m., 16 September.
Steve lay naked in his one bedroom apartment watching T.V. He was tired but couldn’t sleep.
He looked around his dismal place remembering the time he enjoyed the comforts of a king sized bed and the fact that where he takes a shit was just four feet from his head.
His divorce was not very good for him. She got everything; the house; the cars; the bank accounts, but what really made Steve’s blood boil was she had gotten a lawyer that some how convinced the judge that Steve was a bad guy.
True, he was on the road a lot and he did spend long hours in the office but that was how he was able to provide the 2,500 foot house and the king size bed he was now missing. He thought to himself that if she would have just asked to take a lover or at least bitch about the hours spent away from the house instead of acting as if nothing was wrong, then maybe he would of changed. But then again he thought that he wouldn’t have changed anyway and it was for the best for all involved.
“Women,” he said aloud “Can’t live with them, can’t bury them in the backyard,” then he laughed to himself.
While channel surfing Steve came across a commercial for one of those phone sex numbers disguised as a party chat line. He thought to himself, “hell why not” then he picked up the cordless phone that lay on the milk crate ‘night stand’ that was beside his bed.
“Hi this is Charlene who are you?” a young voice said over the phone.
“I’m” there was a slight pause in Steve’s voice, “Bob” Steve really didn’t know why he felt it necessary to lie to the girl on the phone. It wasn’t like they were going to run into each other at the store or any where else, but he still felt more comfortable giving her a different name.
“Hi Bob,” she said. “So why are you calling so late tonight?”
“I was bored and couldn’t sleep.” He said.
“Is that the only reason you called?” Charlene’s voice was a bit more seductive when she asked.
“Well, maybe a little horny too.” Steve said in lower tones, as if someone would hear him.
“Oh really?” Her voice now was dripping with sex. “What do you think we should do about that?”
“I really don’t know maybe I should just go.” Steve said.
Charlene said, “Oh please don’t go. I will make it worth your while if you stay.”
“How?” Steve replied.
“Hang on, let me get something!” She said. Then Steve could hear her receiver being put down and some noise of things being opened. “Still here sweetie?”
“Yes, I’m still here” he responded.
Charlene said, “Good! Now I want you to listen for a second.”
Steve heard some noise in the background then the familiar sound of a vibrator. It sounded as if it belonged to a larger toy due to its deeper pitch.
The sound then went away and it was replaced by Charlene’s voice. “Did you hear that?” she said.
“Yea,” Steve said.
“Do you know what that was?” Charlene asked.
Steve replied, “It was a vibrator.”
“It’s just not a vibrator!” Charlene’s voice sounded almost offended by Steve’s remarks. “It’s my favorite vibrating dildo!” She said, with a little more playfulness. “It’s about 12″ long, fat and made out of some new type of rubber that makes it almost feel like the real thing!” She continued. Then Charlene asked, “So why don’t you stay on line with me and I will tell you all about how it fills my pussy?”
Steve felt his cock began to swell. “Ok, tell me how it fills your pussy.” He said.
Charlene’s voice turned more seductive in tone when she said. “Well after a long night of talking sex to men and women I get a little horny.” She continued, “I mean how much can a girl take?”
Steve reached down to his cock with his left hand then said, “What do you talk about?”
Charlene’s voice began to shutter, “Any thing they want to talk about but if I get to take over the conversation I talk about how much I love to suck a man’s dick or go down on a lady.”
“Yea?” Steve said.
“Oh yea,” Charlene said. “I love to make people cum with my mouth and tongue.” She said. “Just thinking of it makes me wet” Her voice said with a shutter.
Steve’s cock now had grown to its full, erect, eight inches and had begun to throb. He thought that maybe Charlene was really playing with herself which made him even more excited.
“Tell me more baby.” Steve said in a lower tone.
Charlene said, “My pussy gets so wet it needs to be played with or I can’t sleep!”
Steve could hear Charlene moving around, like she was getting comfortable.
“So what do you do?” Steve asked.
“I get on my back, turn on my toy and give my pussy what it wants!” She said. “I rub my pussy first so I can get myself and my toy nice and wet, then once that has happened I push this rubber cock into myself!”
Steve was now stroking his cock in slow, long strokes. He felt how hot his cock was in his hand. He was feeling his cock become more sensitive each time the tip would pass through the circle his thumb and forefinger had made. Steve could see clear liquid began to ooze out of his throbbing cock.
“Mmmmm, that’s it baby!” Steve said.
“Oh God! It’s in me!” Charlene gasped. “It feels so good!” she continued.
“How good?” Steve asked.
“I’m so wet,” She said. Then she said to Steve, “Call me a whore! Call me a dirty little whore!”
Steve’s cock almost exploded when Charlene said that. “Oh, you dirty whore. I want you to fuck your pussy!” Steve found himself stroking faster and more precum oozed from the tip.

Bill Keneely, Mark Mancuso, Jim Cantore, and their special guest Bruce DePrest from Connecticut had just finished a tiring day at a convention featuring a discussion of severe weather conditions. The hotel they had planned to stay at made a mistake with the booking, so all 4 men were forced to share one room with a king sized bed. No one said a word as Bill opened the door and revealed the tiny room they would be in for the next 12 hours. After the weathermen had shed their suit jackets, ties, and shoes, Jim suggested they all play poker. Everyone agreed with gusto, and in a matter of minutes the four men were seated around a small table drinking beer and munching down potato chips. After 15 minutes or so, they got bored and talked about what they could do to liven up the game. Jim was the first to speak.
“I have an idea how we could get more comfortable and have fun at the same time!”
“What’s that?” Bill looked at Jim quizzically.
“Let’s play strip poker down to our undershorts!”
Bill let out a loud whistle as Mark and Bruce groaned in displeasure.
“What’s the matter guys…are you chicken?” Jim glared at Bruce and Mark.
“I’m n-n-oottt c-chicken” Bruce stammered. “It’s just that I’ve never…”
“Me neither!” Mark nodded in agreement. “I never stripped down in front of all guys before.”
“We’ll keep our shorts on.” Jim assured his two hesitant buddies. “Don’t worry, I think this will be a lot of fun!”
There were a few more groans and swearing but Jim completely ignored them, dealing the cards. At first, the guys lost pretty evenly. They all shed their socks and dress shirts. Jim and Mark wore sleeveless undershirts, in contrast to Bruce and Bill’s crew necks. Then, Bill ran into a run of bad luck. He lost twice, pulling his t-shirt over his head and lowering his trousers. Three pairs of eyes popped as Bill’s full cut blue striped boxers and very hairy legs came into view. He sat back down, turning bright red.
“Nice boxers Bill,” Jim smiled at his best buddy, I have a pair just like that.”
“T-Thanks.” Bill was a bit tongue tied in his embarrassed state.
In the next hand, Jim lost and quickly shed his T-shirt. He had a gorgeous chest covered with curly black hair. Bill’s boxers started to tent despite his best intentions. Jim was simply too hot!
Mark was the low scoring man in the subsequent round. He lifted up his t-shirt slowly, turning beet red in the process. Mark’s chest was moderately hairy and he had very cute pecs. His buddies could see about three inches of blue boxer shorts sticking above his pants which really whetted their appetite for more.
As it worked out, Mark lost twice in a row, to the delight of his three buddies. His hands started to shake and he could barely talk.
“I-I-I d-d-d-d-o-o-o-n-n-n’t-t-t know if I can do this guys!” Mark started breathing very heavily.
“Do what??” Jim was incredulous “Just drop your pants!”
Bill and Bruce laughed as Mark turned even redder. With infinite slowness, he unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. After what seemed an eternity, Mark’s full cut blue boxer shorts and sparsely hairy legs came into view. The right leg of his boxers was tended obscenely with his half hard prick.
“You getting aroused guys?” Jim motioned to the obvious bulges in Mark and Bill’s boxers.
“Yeah, a little.” Bill tried to minimize the situation.
“J-j-just a tiny bit.” Mark finally was able to get out.
Jim chuckled, but not for long. He was the weakest hand in the next round! Three jaws dropped as Jim very slowly undid his dress slacks and dropped them to his ankles. He sported a snazzy pair of blue plaid boxers that looked really hot on him. Mark and Bill’s dicks lurched in their underpants as they took in the handsome sight in front of them.
Bruce knew he would be next, and was really nervous. He sweated profusely and almost passed out. Sure enough, he lost the next two hands.
“I can’t do this guys..” Bruce looked at the ground, wanting to die.
“You just need a little help!” Jim chortled. “Mark, could you take off Bruce’s t-shirt and slacks please?”
“W-w-w-w-w-h-h-h-a-a-a-t-t-t-t-???” Mark stammered as Bruce broke out into a cold sweat.
“Go ahead!” Jim snapped “We haven’t got all day!”
“S-shhhhhhiiiittttt!” Bruce grunted “I don’t believe this!”
Mark came over to his friend and gently pulled his t-shirt over his head. Then, he quickly unbuckled Bruce’s belt and lowered his zipper. Bruce let out a loud grunt and swore up a storm as his usual white full cut boxer shorts were revealed. The left leg was tented into oblivion by his eight inch endowment.
“You look fine!” Jim assured him. “Let’s up the ante for the next hand. Whoever loses has to give the two guys on either side of him a hand job for three minutes!”
There was so much whooping and hollering after this suggestion Jim could barely hear. Fortunately, the beer was starting to have an effect and the four men were getting increasingly relaxed and comfortable sitting right next to each other in their boxers. Bill dealt the cards quickly and the hand was played with great gusto. It was a very close call, but the hapless Bill was the loser.
“Here goes nothing guys.” Bill’s shaky left hand entered the ample fly slit of Jim’s boxers. He took out all 7 inches of rock hard cock and jacked him off exquisitely slowly. Jim shut his eyes tightly and moaned in extreme ecstasy. Then Bill used his right hand to pull Mark’s fat 6 incher out of his blue boxers. He masturbated the rock hard dick furiously, causing Mark to howl with lust. After 3 sublime minutes of hot man to man hand jobs, Bill reluctantly relaxed his grip on Jim and Mark’s cocks. The two men were just seconds away from cumming and looked glassy eyed and very sweaty.
“That looked fun Bill…I’m jealous!” Jim winked at his buddy who managed a weak smile back.
“Time to up the ante again!” Jim smiled at the group maniacally. “This time the man with the weakest hand has to give his three buddies blow jobs with their cocks poking out of their boxers!”
In the pandemonium that followed, Bill and Jim shared a secret glance. Each hoped he would be the loser, and could finally fulfill a long held fantasy to take another man’s dick in his mouth…
to be continued…comments and suggestions welcome!

Writer’s note: This here little story is a continuation of one Patricia51 wrote - “One Slip”.
She wrote it without a ending allowing others, like me, to do our own. You need to read hers first to get the full impact even though I think you could read this alone and understand what was happening. If you have not read any of hers do so. She is an excellent writer and can come up with interesting plots. Her “Busted” is very good as well as “Nightlight” which is now one of my favorites. That last might be her best writing but it is an excellent story well told. So read it. Her football and butch story is fun and exciting also, And of course don’t miss out on the To Serve and Protect series. Their about Mike and especially about his beautiful wife. Some good and different stories in that one. Of course I would like comments But ENJOY:
Donna walked into her husband Steve’s office in a manner that suggested both bravery and shame. Steve looked up and saw her than then stared for a couple of seconds, wondering why she had a look of shame and determination on her face.
“Hi, honey, what’s up?” She saw him look up at her and a look that seemed to akin to fear crossed her face quickly followed by shame than then back to determination.
Why would she be afraid of him, Steve wondered as she spoke.
“I have something to tell you and something to show you.” For the first time he Steve noticed the manila envelope in her hand. Warning bells went off in his head and butterflies appeared in his stomach. He couldn’t say why, but her expression and her tone indicated something was wrong and part of him suspected what it was, even though there was no evidence of that yet. Why that thought should come to mind now, - it was a thought he never entertained, - he didn’t know.
She Donna placed the envelope in front of him and said, “I…I… I can’t say it.”
She paused took a deep breath and said, “I did something I shouldn’t have done. You will understand when you look inside,” she indicated the envelope.
As he picked up the envelope he found himself hoping it was something like being conned into signing a contract to give away the house or some such. But as he felt what was inside the envelope the butterflies grew and took flight. He flipped the flap open and reached inside. His face was calm as he drew the contents, but even as he saw the top edge of the first picture he was in turmoil inside. In his mind he gasped “She did, Oh no… Why?” That last word would have been said in an almost wailing tone if he had spoken it.
Donna stood there looking down at her feet as he quickly went through the photographs. Steve finally looked up at her, studying her stance and the look on her face. The fear was back as well as even more shame. He thought there may have been a tear in one eye but he wasn’t sure. He now understood the fear.
He said, “This isn’t private enough, we need to discuss this at home… now!”
He sounded calm, unemotional but that only made it worse for her. She looked up at him and said, “Okay.”
He got up, grabbed his coat and walked out the door without a backward glance at her. She quickly turned and followed.
Once outside he said in the same tone,”Darlene, a family situation has come up. I’m leaving now, cancel any appointments and tell anyone that comes by that I am unavailable.”
Darlene looked up sharply at the words and his tone wondering what the situation was that would make him react like that.
But as he headed for the door with out even looking her way Darlene just said, “Yes sir.”
Donna stopped for a moment and said, “Could you give me a telephone number to reach your brother?”
Darlene looked at her in surprise and curiosity but only quickly flipped through her adderess book. She wrote the number down and gave the paper to Donna, and said to just ask for Lt. Mike Gibson. Donna took it, nodded her thanks and hurried out the door. Her husband was already in his pickup and had the engine started. She got into her vehicle and started the engine as he drove out without even a glance in her direction.
She winced at that thought but got her car going.
Before she pulled out of the driveway Donna stopped, got her cell phone out and dialed the number Darlene had given her.
Once she was talking to Mike she said, “I am Donna. Darlene, your sister works for my husband, Steve.”
Mike said that he met her husband once or twice but what did she want.
She said, “I am not sure how to say this but I want to bring charges against Gil Gentry for trying to blackmail me and for taking pictures of me without my knowledge. He has done this to other women.”
“And what did he try to blackmail you for?”
“He wanted me to become his sex slave. To have sex with whomever he chose, whenever he wanted me to.”
There was a pause and he said in a voice that was still professional sounding but now had a touch of anger, “Do you have any proof of this?”
“I, or rather my husband has the pictures Gil took, and if you check out his office you should be able to find at least two hidden cameras. He’s probably in the process of removing them right now.”
“I can’t promise anything but where is his office?”
Donna gave him the address and which floor then they each said bye and hung up. All too soon she arrived home. Steve’s pickup was in the driveway parked straight, which surprised her. She parked, turned off the motor then sighed and got out of the car. When Donna got to the front door she found it open which didn’t surprise her. Steve was sitting at the kitchen table looking at the pictures. His expression was unreadable.
She sat down across from him. He looked up from the pictures and said one word. It was a question, the one she had been fearing the most, ‘Why?”
She looked down trying to sort things out in the jumble that were her thoughts. After a minute she looked back up to him, determined to look him in the face as she explained.
“I… I this is hard, I…” she stopped grabbed a Kleenex and blew her nose than tried to start over, “I…I. God, this is hard…I”
Steve just looked at her and said, “You said that already.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she tried again, “I can’t say why,” the tears overflowed and began to trickle down her cheeks, “Everything just sort of came together and I…”
She paused again and Steve spoke again, “can’t or won’t say why?”
“I can’t say why, I don’t know why” that last was said in a wail, but she continued after swallowing hard, “maybe I had too much to drink, maybe I was mad at you.”
He just looked at her with an almost angry, and disappointed look.
She said, “No, I’m not blaming you. I made the mistake. I just don’t know why”
“Tell me what happened.”
“It was the night I went to the office party without you.”
He nodded for he had figured that out already,
While she explained what had happened he had been lazily flipping through the pictures. He seemed to be stuck on two of them always going back to those two and just staring at them. Donna couldn’t see which two but she was sure it was the same two each time. She ended her explanation with her meeting with Gil at the restaurant.
As she finished Steve mumbled something, part of which sounded like “so easily??”.
He just looked at the picture in his hand for undetermined amount of time.
She thought about asking what he was thinking but from the unemotional look on his face she thought it would be better to let him process what she had told him.
Finally Steve looked up at her. For a moment there was a look of pain mixed with anger on his face. Her heart broke as she saw it but then the unemotional mask slipped back into place.
He said in a flat voice, “I am going to see Gil to see if all this is true. I can’t believe he would do something like this. I know he’s a lady’s man but to seduce my wife and to try to blackmail you?? To own you?? That is not the Gil I know. But then again the wife I knew wouldn’t give in like that either.”
“I think it would be best if you weren’t here when I get back. You can take whatever you need, go wherever you want just don’t be here when I get back.”
God that hurt, Donna had expected it but at the same time she had hoped his love for her would allow him to forgive her right then. She could only nod in response as fresh tears dripped down her cheek.
He paused for a moment then asked something she hadn’t expected. “are you becoming a slut now?”
She let out a strangled noise and said “No!!” in a half wail. She wanted to ask how he could think that but she couldn’t. She just sat there with a hurt look on her face as the amount of tears increased.
Steve looked at the tears, watching them as they rolled down both cheeks and dropped on the table. For a moment compassion appeared on his face - but only for a moment. He just gave his head a slight shake, got up and headed for the door.
Before he got to the door Donna asked, “Please don’t tell the kids why I’m not home anymore… what I did.”
He stopped and without turning his head Steve said, “I will think of something to tell them”
She stayed where she was until he walked out the door, closing it behind him. She then got up and started to walk to the stairs, but stopped and went back to gather the pictures. Donna wanted to put them someplace the kids would not be able to find them. As she gathered them she looked at the last two pictures he had been looking at. The ones he had kept going back to. One was of her pulling Gil’s cock out of his pants- of her pulling his cock out of his pants- and the other was her voluntarily sucking his cock. From the expression on her face it looked like she was enjoying what she was doing to another man.
God, how could she have done that??!! In her head she had gone over the whole night more times than she cared to count but she still there was no clue to why she had let herself go like that. Donna had been tempted before by other men but had always said no. She had never even kissed another man before. As she thought over that night again she hurried up the stairs to go to their room and start packing. Their room…It wasn’t theirs anymore, now it was just his room. That hit her so hard she almost threw up right on the spot. She managed to get to the bathroom before anything came up but by then her emotions had calmed down enough so most of the nausea left. After recovering she put the pictures in one of Steve’s drawers then packed. He had said she could take anything she needed so she packed two suitcases and hurried down the stairs. Once outside she put the suitcases down and stared at her car for a minute then decided she did need it so she could get around. She placed the suitcases in the car and drove away, looking in the rearview mirror with tears streaming down her face, as she did.
Steve meanwhile had headed toward the building where Gil’s office was. Half way there he decided that his wife must have been telling the truth about Gil. Someone took those pictures and from the angle it was most probably a hidden camera or two. He picked up his cell phone but had to think for a moment to remember the number he wanted to call. He had met Darlene’s brother Mike a couple of times, so he thought Mike would know who he was. Darlene had given him the number if he ever needed to call.
Steve called and got a hold of Mike. After Steve introduced himself Mike asked what he wanted.
Steve said, “I think you need to get over to…,” he gave the address of Gil’s office, “before someone gets beaten up.”
“Who is going to be beaten?”
“Gil Gentry.”
“And who is going to be doing the beating?”
“I am.”
Steve imagined Mike’s eyebrows going up at that.
All he said though was, “Don’t take the law into your own hands.”
After a pause Mike said in a more gentle tone, “I know how things can feel but you should let us take care of it. Your wife doesn’t need you in jail.”
Steve thought that was a strange response - it was as if Mike already knew all about what Gil did.
All Steve said was,”You better get over there fast then, I’m almost there.”
Mike warned him again about taking the law into his hands then wanted Steve to keep talking, but Steve hung up and stepped on the gas. His tires squealed as he turned into the parking garage that fed the building Gil’s office was in. As soon as he found an empty slot he parked and rushed to the elevator. Once inside he thought some more of what had happened and he outwardly became like a rock. Steve managed to wait till the door opened all the way then calmly walked to the right office.
Once he reached it he didn’t bother to knock, even though the door was closed, he just opened it and walked in. He found Gil on a step ladder busy pulling something out of the air shaft. Another something that looked like a small rectangular metallic box was hanging from a hole that had been behind a ornamental wall sculpture. The thing looked like a flat tangled mess of metal string. No wonder Gil liked that ugly piece of modern art Steve thought, it provided a clear shot for the camera hidden behind it.
“So Donna was right after all.”
Steve had entered the room so silently that Gil didn’t hear him. When he spoke Gil jumped, almost hitting his head on the top edge of the open duct. He recovered and turned around quickly.
Gil just stared at Steve for a moment and was about to say something like “Hi buddy” when Steve began to advance into the room. He turned right, walking around the walls instead of going straight across the floor. Gil must have seen something in his friend’s face for he hurriedly got off the step ladder and started backing away from Steve.
Finally he said, “I don’t know what Donna said, but it isn’t true.”
Steve waved at the cameras and said “This stuff and some certain pictures say otherwise.”
“Hey now, no need to do anything foolish.”
“You already did something very foolish and you’re right, there was no need for it. That is one piece of forbidden fruit you are going to be very sorry you bit into.”
Gil was still moving backwards from the slowly advancing, angry husband who used to be his best friend.
After a few steps he said, “Hey, I did you a favor.”
Steve looked puzzled over that but didn’t stop.
Gil went on speaking very quickly, “I showed you that your wife is a slut. I mean…”
He stopped speaking for a moment because he almost tripped when his heel caught one of the wheels of his desk chair.
After he recovered he continued with, “I mean… it was so easy to seduce her she must have done it before.”
That did give Steve pause for a second. Pause in his thinking that is, not in his motion. He was significantly closer to Gil and was almost in arms length.
He said, “You really don’t want to make me any angrier then I am Gil. I may not be a navy Seal but remember I am a Marine. I can still do nasty, painful things to your body.”
Gil swallowed hard with a fearful look on his face. After a minute Steve reached out and grabbed Gil’s shirt front. His ex-friend yipped.
Steve’s expression turned very cloudy and he said, “Its bad enough that you had sex with her but you were also going to turn her into your personal sex slave and OWN her?”
Each word of the second half of that sentence was angrier and deeper than the last one finally the word “own” had been said with a very menacing growl.
Steve spoke again with a slightly less menacing tone. “I lost a best friend as well as a wife today and I am not in a very good mood.”
Gil swallowed again and tried to say, “Hey we can still be friends, I still got things to offer you.”
“I never knew you. The Gil I knew would never have ‘owned’ a woman like you do, which means the Gil I knew was a fake. I have been conned all these years. I do not like being conned and I hate men who use woman for their depraved pleasures. Remember we have talked about that a few times over the years? - while you were pretending to be something you’re not.”
At that point they had still been backing up, but now Gil bumped into a wall. As Steve finished the last statement he lifted Gil up off the floor and shoved him into the wall. He didn’t hit the wall all that hard, but there was still a thud and Gil winced. He opened his mouth to say something but Steve just repeated his action but this time Gil hit the wall a little harder then the first time.
Suddenly there was knock. Gil glanced at the door and Steve put him back down.
He said, “For your sake I hope that is the help I called.”
Gil just looked at him strangely then shouted, “Whoever it is come in now.”
“Its Mike Gibson of the Jackson County Sheriff’s department.”
“I don’t care just come in.”
The door opened and a no nonsense looking man wearing in a suit came in. He identified himself again and as he did Steve backed up a step.
Gil turned to the new comer and said, “You need to arrest this man he was threatening me.”
“Oh? I didn’t see or hear anything threatening.”
“He was and I want him arrested.”
“Hmmm, I have a slight problem. You see I can only arrest one man at a time and I will have to choose who has the biggest offense”
Gil looked stunned then said, “I want to call my lawyer.”
Steve said, “He catches on pretty fast for a slime ball.”
“People like him usually are smart. Smart enough to think they are above the law or won’t get caught.”
Mike then turned to Gil and said, “You can call your lawyer from the station.”
He handcuffed Gil, read his rights to him and took him downtown where he was charged with enslavement, blackmail, recording somebody without their consent and a couple of other minor charges.
Two weeks later as the case progressed and the trial date got closer Steve went to see Lt. Mike. They shook hands and Mike invited Steve to sit.
“Did you have something to say or did you just come by to see how the casewas coming along?”
“I came to ask you two things.”
“What are they?”
“How did you know what to charge him with?”
“Your wife called me before you did and explained what he did. That was how I was able to get there so fast, I was already on my way.”
“That would explain your response to me over the phone about my wife needing me.”
Mike nodded and then asked, “what was your second question?”
“Does my wife need to testify in court? The media has gotten hold of this story and the publicity has grown since Gil was arrested. That means Donna will have to say in court when she did and…I.. was wondering if she could be spared from admitting that in public, wher ethe media would get a hold of it.”
“You know your wife is a brave lady. Not only to say no to Gil under those circumstances but to be willing to tell you and then to be willing to testify in court like that. You should be proud of her.”
“I am. She has always had a special spark.”
He paused for a moment then shook his hea das if to clear it then said, “Donna has been through a lot already and I was hoping to spare her the public hearing of what she did.”
“You still love you don’t you.”
“Yes.. I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and I do love her.”
“Have you told her?”
“No, we haven’t spoken much since she told me.”
There was a pause and Steve took a deep breath, “I’m afraid I said something I shouldn’t have. I was in shock. It was bad enough she told me about it but those pictures just made it so much more real. I couldn’t keep my eye off them, especially two of them. I wanted to stop looking at them but I couldn’t. A part of me wanted to scream, to shout and throw things, to tear up those pictures but as I said I was in shock. All I could do was sit there and stare at the pictures as she told me what happened.”
Another pause and he said in a queiter voice, “I told her I was going to see Gill and that I don’t want her there when I got back, I didn’t care where she went or what she took just not be there.”

“Hi, Jay!” sang the pastor cheerily as she passed his open door.
He turned in his seat. “Good morning! Hungry today?” It had been a week since he’d seen her, since she had been at the Baptist summer camp. She looked very good to him.
“Are you?”
“Yeah, you got a little something I can eat?”
“Step into my office!” Agatha called, dropping her voice into her throat like Mae West. “I got just the thing!”
Jay flipped the DO NOT DISTURB sign up and locked the office door. Agatha slid immediately into his arms for a good kiss. Her ass felt exciting under his big warm palm; he could feel her muscles working, nuzzling her cunt into his thigh.
“I missed you last week,” she said. “I was surrounded by kids all the time, and alone in my cabin at night.”
“You poor thing; no vibrator?”
Jay sucked her nipple, exploring her wet slit under the sensible wool worsted dress with his experienced fingers. The fifty-year-old was a very moral man in every way but one, ever since his wife had died. He was making up for a lot of lost time.
“Never mind,” she said. “You should meet someone, too; can you be here in the evening on Tuesday? After the Bible study?”
The married pastor was in a rocky period of her life, thirty-eight and finding her husband overweight and less responsive and eager than before. And she had to act like some kind of paragon for the public. The utterly wanton man kissing her clit was just the ticket. Without him to take the edge off, she had poor impulse control.
Jay lifted his face from her cunt. It gaped dripping before him, hair dark and sticking out crazily in wet spikes around her open hole. She looked absolutely ready.
“Suck my cock, Aggie. Lick my ass. Yes. You really are hungry this morning! Where do you want that first?”
“Come like this, and then I’ll need some more, but I want the taste!”
“Who’s the lucky girl for Tuesday? Oh, god, Aggie, Jesus, that’s so nice!”
Agatha slid off the tip with a slurp and ducked lower, licking circularly around the old fellow’s asshole. He called her a wanton, a fornicator. She loved to be called a slut in Biblical terms. She insinuated her tongue into his ass, grunting, sliding a feverish hand along his cock as she degraded herself.
“Oh, Jay, I want you on me, let’s switch around, come to the couch!”
“Who you got for Tuesday?”
“Uh, Bobbie Douglas, Roberta; she’s the librarian’s assistant at China Lake; she does research and shelving and stuff. I told her you were hot, discreet, reliable, and very good. I told her you’d be gentle!” She laughed.
“What? Is she young?”
“Young! She’s a sophomore at Ricker!”
“Wo. All right,” he said, considering. This sounded all right, but Aggie was publicizing him too widely nowadays. He worried. But her mouth danced over his bag, her tongue rolled his balls, her hands stroked him! He couldn’t sustain the worry for long.
“I get to help,” she said, eyes twinkling.
“Suck! Okay, I’m in. Let’s talk later.”
“Mmm!” The reverend pastor sucked cock like a porn queen. Jay was pretty randy that morning, having anticipated her return. His rod and staff had come up fully hard– curved, ridged, hot, solid. Her graying head swerved side to side and her tongue loved him in detail.
“Blow me, harlot! Lick cock! I’m going to fill your head full of come, pastor. The cum shall flow down like an everlasting stream.”
Her lips hardened into a tighter ring, her fingers pushed in little circles, opening his anus. In they slid, two slim fingers, corkscrewing into his ass! Her brows knit, her eyes shut tightly and her head worked her lips along the shaft. He felt really fabulously hard; a cock like a crowbar! Agatha speculated that he’d been abstinent while she was out of town.
He let out an involuntary little moan; the note told her what was about to happen, and then the head expanded on her tongue and his hips locked, pushing in deep. She sent her tongue swirling and waited in rapt anticipation. The next spasm drove a stream of atheist sperm into her waiting throat.
She took the first two and then bobbed her head again, to drive him nuts. She knew he felt a strong twinge each time if she kept moving. He moaned in rhythm as the shots succeeded each other.
He cradled her head, her mouth and tongue felt so good his toes clutched, and then the forces gathered, focused and released– pulse after pulse. When she pumped during the spasms, he felt each move like a spark, almost unbearable.
He froze, mewing helplessly in the grip of his powerful come. Diminishing lightning bolts shot the length of him in the minister’s hot mouth. When he could open his eyes again, she rasped her tongue across the tip, making him jump and squeak.
Gratefully he plunged into her wet cunt, licking and fingering. She suckled like a tired baby on his cock’s end and toyed with his balls, but her focus was on his loving lips and tongue.
“Eat that thing,” she whispered.
Generally when Jay ate her she relaxed into a receptive state and let time pass, just at first; but today she was ready before he even began. The time came very soon when she had to have cock. She pushed her hips tighter onto his face. And sucked the man’s cock again– to fill her nose with Jay’s scent and her mouth with his flesh.
It hit fast: hardly any buildup and then a soft explosion like a bag of flour bursting. Her toes and fingers tingled and she lost her eyes’ focus. As she returned, a second wave ramped up, broke, and swamped her completely.
Her sexual response was better than ever in her life. Jay’s mouth teased come after come from her. Her licking and sucking, meanwhile, had raised him up again, like the banners of the king unfurled. “Aggie, let me fuck you,” he said.
“Fuck,” she encouraged him. She was incoherent; she had come so much. “Me on top!”
He curled up to nuzzle her tits, but she straightened an arm, holding his chest down. He played with her buns. In concentration she rode him, loving the feeling of the invading pole of gristle, the warm muscle and bone she sat on.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come again!”
“Fuck me, Pastor!”
She rode him. Her slim body straddled his fleshy hips and she slid on his cock while he strained to remain hard for her. Two comes succeeded one another quickly, but she rode him again even more determinedly.
His hands met and held at the small of her back. With a heave he stood and held her up, impaled. They grinned at each other. Her hands pulled his shoulders as she rode in the new position and her hips orbited rapidly, held tightly to him by her strong legs. It was more effort, but it helped him keep his control.
The pastor’s eyes closed again; her normally expressive mouth hung open. Her third orgasm drew nearer. Jay was going under, too; he could feel his cockhead flaring, skin pulling back. He turned and perched on the desk for support, then locked his arms on her and let himself come again.
The spurting meat inside her cunt was such a great feeling! She whined high in her nose and had a third strong come. Her cunt clutched his spasming cock, she hung from his neck and twitched, keening, until it passed. His come gathered at her open cuntlips and drooled slowly. Two fat wads of it fell onto her office carpet and more was dripping along Mike’s bag.
“I love doing it raw, Jay; I like the come to splash inside.” She kissed his flushed face and let him nibble an ear before dismounting. She stretched like a cat, then reclined on the desk, gracefully lifting a slim leg. “Lick me clean, baby. Then we have work to do.”
“Suck the last of this up, Aggie, and I’ll lick you.”
“Deal! Yum.” She applied herself, then wiped her lips and sat back again.
Jay replaced his clothes and licked his boss. She told him she had another little one, then patted his head and reached for her blouse. Their talk became business talk while she was dressing, and the two of them began their work day.
Agatha was very content. On her first days back from some event she frequently fucked the man a second time before the day was out. The kids’ camps were the hardest on her, since they meant a week of abstinence. She’d fucked the little library assistant quite thoroughly on the previous Thursday, so she’d only gone half a week between sessions on this particular camp. But the odds were still about even.
She took a phone call from her husband, in fact, at eleven-twenty. Hanging up, she sang out, “Jay?”
“Yes?”
“I got lunch with Jordie. He’ll want to fuck me afterward–”
“Wonderful!”
“– But he won’t do my ass; he never does. Would you mind?”
“Not a bit. Let me set this printing and lock the door.”
“Good. I need a good buttfucking.”
“I could tell!”
“You could?”
“You’re breathing, in and out. That always means you need cock up your ass.”
Agatha laughed sunnily while she stripped off her clothes again. It was too true. She loved being buttfucked– jam up the ass until she bit the rug! It was this, their guiltless sodomy, which set them apart. The secretary was an atheist and didn’t care about the church’s teachings. Aggie was convinced God encouraged ass fucks, even though her pious husband felt sure it was an abominable crime for which the deity reserved hideous revenge in the life to come.
“You’d probably have demons fucking your ass for eternity,” he had said, the one time she’d tried to get him to do it. Agatha had spent a lot of time masturbating to that little fantasy!
Mike removed his slacks and shorts and took her to the couch. Their first step was always the same. Mike loved tonguing Aggie’s tight anus until it lay stretched open. He spent twice the time licking her ass as he had ever spent fucking it. Both degenerates loved that part the best.
“I should have you at the house, chained to my bed,” she told him, reaching down, stroking his hair and ears as if he were a cat. His tongue wormed into her ass. “I’d have you lick my asshole while I wrote sermons.”
She’d come while he licked, and then had another peak with his cock pistoning in her rectum.
He held her ankles and stood; she was rubbing madly at her clit. Jay watched her closely, sweating and grunting, cock driving into her. He could look down and see it disappear into the muscular hole or look up to watch her face while she came.
Once she’d come, he asked her to bend over for him. She tucked her elbows under her ribs and let him have her ass from behind. In their afterglow she sucked his cock gently and sweetly. But when Jordie showed up, her anus had been licked clean; she was primly ready to leave on their lunch date.
“It’s a living!” Mike quipped, watching the couple get into their car. You could never interview for a job like this, he reflected, although it would be interesting! “I’m just one damn lucky beast!” he congratulated himself. “Allelujah!”

James was sitting and reading a book when the phone rang. He was not surprised when he answered the phone to discover it was Debbie.
Immediately after his initial “Hello”, she burst into a tirade of tears and anger, telling him how angry she was at what had occurred between them. Slowly then, after she had aired her grievances, it came out; She had ended her relationship with her dullard of a boyfriend. Thirty minutes after saying their goodbyes she turned up at his door.
The discussion was long and tear filled. Finally, after agreeing to “try out a relationship”, they took to his bed where she curled up in his arms and drifted into the world of dreams.
They awoke to the dim light of early morning. Smiling, she slid upwards to kiss him. It was their first real kiss. They followed it with a passionate session of lovemaking.
Her past lovers had guided her with gentle motions and spoken requests. Always, she had been somewhat aggressive, returning her lovers requests and guidance with her own. It was not to be so with James, however.
At first, their kisses were soft and gentle, tinged with the passion of long lost lovers. Quickly, the timbre of the evening changed and she felt herself pushed between his legs.
“Suck my cock, princess,” his gentle voice commanded.
His soft command thrilled her. Obediently, she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock from within. She looked up at him and smiled momentarily. Then, she opened her mouth to take his hardening member into her mouth.
While she sucked, bobbing her head on his cock, she began to wonder if he was, in fact, enjoying her actions. Many conversations were remembered during which he had commented on how few women can “suck a proper cock”. These remembrances determined her to prove her skills to him and she began sucking him as if she were pleasing herself.
James was impressed by her vigor, if not her skill. Too often she would pull back to swirl the tip of his cock with her tongue or wipe the saliva from his cock or her chin. Admittedly, she was far more skilled and enthusiastic than most in the art of fellatio. Training her, he thought would be most enjoyable.
Nearing climax, he pulled her from his cock and told her to lie on her back. A moment of jockeying found him straddling her face and demanding she suck him again. Obediently, she opened her mouth and sucked his dripping cock into her mouth, avoiding his intently glaring eyes as he began removing his shirt.
After many long minutes of avoiding his steady gaze, he pulled from her mouth. Then he slid down the length of her body and off of the bed.
She realized, as he began pulling her jeans from her body, that he had already released their snaps and let down her zipper.
“He’s good,” she thought, never having noticed until her jeans, and then her panties, were coming off.
Her jeans removed, he grasped her ankles and flashed a frightening smile. With a suddenness that surprised her, he lifted her legs so that they were perpendicular to the bed. Then, on his knees, he began a slow march up the bed, pressing her legs towards and then against her torso, licking and kissing them as he progressed.
For the moment, Debbie was experiencing a sensuality she had never felt before. She had been fucked in this position before, but never had she been placed in this position so carefully or with such slow deliberation. Suddenly, she wished she were naked and bound, exactly as she was.
“Grab your legs and hold them steady,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to move.” Then he slipped off of her to stand at the foot of the bed.
She watched him as he unsnapped his pants and began removing them, his cock hard and standing out from his body. Again, her thoughts drifted back to wishing she were bound in her current position, helpless and hopeless of escape.
Naked, he came around the bed to kneel and kiss her forehead. She shivered, strangely embarrassed that her shirt remained on while he was naked.
“I should be naked, too,” she whispered to no one.
“You will be,” he told her, making her blush.
“Before we go further, there is something that must be done,” he said, smiling. “I have preferences and kinks and various interests in things that you have described as perversions. You must indulge me in only one for now. But, you must promise to indulge me before I tell you what it is.”
For a brief moment she was unsure, wondering if she should agree. Admittedly, she had always thrilled at his descriptions of how he treated the women he had taken to bed. More importantly, and despite his acknowledged and well-known sadistic side, she had never detected any cruelty in him. So, after swallowing the lump in her throat, she nodded her head, telling him she would do as he asked.
“When I have finished speaking, I want you to get up and go to the bathroom,” he began. “You are not to say a word. Then I want you to shower. Do not hurry; I want you to enjoy the sensual quality of it. When you come out of the shower, I expect there to be absolutely no hair below your neck. Your arms, legs…everything is to be devoid of hair. Now…go.”
For a brief moment she pondered his request. She had never shaved her entire body. In fact, the hair on her body was so fine that she rarely shaved above her knees. Now he wanted her to shave her entire body. Finally, her moment of thought passed and she reasoned that she must obey as she had promised.
For long and long she stood under the shower, warm water coursing over her body. She was excited and frightened at what was to come and she suspected that he would not react well to a failure at executing his wish. So, after many minutes of contemplation, she began her task.
She shaved her armpits and legs first. Then, after a short moment of contemplation, she began lathering up her arms. It felt strange to her as the razor sheared away the fine hairs on her arm. Even stranger was the sensation of drawing the razor across her belly and then her chest and bottom.
Once she was sure no part of her body remained unshorn, she began to lather up the mound between her legs. This was substantially more difficult. Not only had she never shaved between her legs but also she was certain she would cut into her most delicate flesh.
The first scrape of the razor gave her goose bumps. After a deep breath and a quick rinse of the razor she began again, wincing with each pass of the blade against her flesh. In seemingly no time she began working on the area that made her most nervous and, pressing down her excited flesh, she shaved the remaining hair from her mound. After several short and careful passes, she was, as he commanded, devoid of hair below her neck. She was also quite aroused and rather embarrassed.
Her work done, she gave a final rinsing, shut off the water and began drying herself. Then, stepping from the shower, she wrapped herself in her towel and exited the bathroom.
Her arrival into the bedroom was marked with a chiding remark and a command to return the towel to the bathroom.
“I want you naked,” he commanded.
For a moment she wavered, turning part way to her right and then left, blushing from head to toe. Then, after a quick cock of his head, she obeyed.
Once she returned to the room he informed her that she was to stand motionless and that he was going to examine her.
“Anything you missed will be met with a spanking,” he told her. “You will get five smacks on the ass for each area you missed.” Then he knelt in front of her, grasping her thighs, and pressed his mouth between her legs.
Suddenly, she was jelly legged and falling through the air. An instant later she was in his arms and being placed on the bed. Her head spun as he lifted her legs, his tongue trailing down her calves and thighs as he pushed them against her.
“Hold them to you,” he commanded, his head disappearing between her legs.
It was barely a moment before she began her first orgasm of the day. Several orgasms and half an hour later, he finally lifted himself up and plunged into her. He was not gentle, as he had been before. Neither was he rough. Instead, he was steady and hard, pounding into her as if she were inanimate, holding her ankles in his firm grasp. Then, as quickly as he had plunged into her, he withdrew and slid up her body, grasping the top of her head by its hair. She watched as he grasped his hard cock and stroked, knowing his intentions. She was instantly horrified yet strangely anticipatory. He growled, jerking her head closer to his cock as he erupted, Heart beats later, she found her face covered and dripping with his hot and sticky discharge.
For a long moment afterwards, he did not move. She wanted to speak - to ask him if she could get up and wash the mess from her face. But she was afraid. This was his domain and she had entered it willingly, knowing him for who he was.
“Open,” he told her. His voice was deep and commanding.
Obediently, she opened her mouth to have him fill it with his cock. He held her to him for several minutes, his cock nearly to the back of her throat.
A dollop of the sticky mass coating her skin flowed into the corner of her eye. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping for him to release his grip that she might clean the disgusting mess from her face. Fearful of disappointing him, she determined to hold a steady silence until she was certain he was through with her.
Finally, he relaxed his grip on her hair and allowed her head to fall to the bed. He slipped from his position atop her body, allowing her to legs to fall into a less stressful position,and lay down beside her.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he began. “But that cum is my claim. It only comes off when I allow it. Understand?”
“Crap! You mean that you want me to wear your cum until you say I can wash it off?” she asked, incredulous.
“Exactly.”
“But it’s covering my eyes. I can’t open my eyes without it getting in,” she complained. “Can I at least get it out of my eyes?”
“No” was all he had to say.
Debbie thought long and hard. The urge to wipe her eyes was nearly unbearable and the revulsion she felt at being covered with his drying cum was equally unbearable. By the same token, she could not deny the odd excitement her situation brought to her.
“Fine! I’ll leave it!” she said, her tone conciliatory and irritated.
Chuckling, he left the bed, urging she follow. Her complaints of blindness were met with more chuckles.
“I guess I’ll have to lead you, then,” he told her, taking her by the hand to lead her downstairs.
After seating her in a chair at his table he inquired “Bacon and eggs good?”
“It’s better than cum in your face,” she replied, wryly.
She sat with her eyes closed, uncomfortably trying to ignore the drying mess on her face as he prepared their food. Fortunately, by the time breakfast was ready for their consumption her facial covering was sufficiently dry enough for her to open her eyes again.
“You’re a bastard, you know?” she said, biting into a piece of bacon.
“I know,” he said, flashing a grin. “But, that’s the sort of thing you can look forward to if you stay with me. Well, that and worse.”
“I don’t want to know. Not while I’m eating,” she said. She pursed her lips and went on with her meal.
The rest of the day went pleasantly. They made love several more times, each time ending, much to her annoyance, with the same results as the first time. By the time he let her take a shower that night, her face had a thorough and unpleasant coating of dried semen.
As they lay in bed that night, after much prodding, she would begrudgingly admit that the degradation she suffered that day had aroused her. His suspicions confirmed, he began making plans for future humiliation of the girl beside him.

Gale closed his eyes. And unexpectedly exploded in the back of her throat. He gasped his way through his release, wanting to instantly apologize but the way she reacted, keeping him deep in her throat as she swallowed and continued sucking until he became too sensitive.
“I’ve haven’t blown my load that quick since I was a kid.” He panted, shivering as she nuzzled his balls, taking one into her mouth. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” She murmured, licking his nut sack. “It’s better to get the first one out of the way, don’t you think?”
Gale laughed and he put his arms around her, drawing her close and giving her a long, warm hug. She lifted her head and he tasted his salty-sweet essence on her tongue, her panty-clad pussy rubbing against his re-awakening cock. “You’re going to spoil me for anyone else.”
“That’s a nice thought.” She gave him a quick kiss and whispered for him to turn over. He did so and lay absolutely still, wondering what she was going to do next. When he felt the soft item that was running down his leg, he gasped at the sensation, moaning in appreciation when she reached his head and he realized that it was her hair. She swept her soft black hair over his back, tickling his ass and teasing the insides of his legs.
His cock tingled, signaling its re-awakening and he shivered as her scented hair brushed against his face. “You smell so good.”
“Glad you like it.” Her breath on his ear made another shiver skate through him. “I hoped you would.”
Gale felt her move away and groaned long and loud as her tongue basted the inside of his legs from foot to where his buttock connected. “Jesus.”
“Like that, did you?” She didn’t give him a chance to reply, attacking his buttocks, back and legs with her mouth and tongue. He gripped the sheets tightly, moaning and writhing with each touch of her lips to his body. She left no part of him untouched and he was trembling so hard that he felt like a mass of jelly. Her arms curled underneath his middle, bringing him to his knees and he tried to catch his breath, anxious for her next touch.
Her hands on his ass cheeks, spreading them apart was his clue. The thrust of her hot tongue against his asshole was quickly followed but her lips gently sucking the skin around the hole made him nearly scream into the pillow. Her flattened tongue swabbed and probed, then snaked into him, pushing and spreading him as wide as she could. Just as she thrust her tongue inside, her hand slid around his waist and found his half-hard cock, giving it a couple of strokes.
“Oh, Jesus!”
He thought his skin was on fire. Every inch of him tingled as she worked on him, stroking him while her tongue speared his asshole over and over. His cock plumped with blood, pulsing in her soft palm and he groaned, trembling, afraid that he was going to explode again. She had sensed that he was close and pulled back, running her hands over his body to calm him a bit. It didn’t work. He reached back and grabbed her arm, pulling her down beside him.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
She reached down and yanked her panties off. “Good, because I need to be fucked.”
Heat suffused his face. He looked down into her dark eyes, moving between her legs. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Her husky reply sent chills up and down his spine and he lowered himself onto her, his cock head butting against her wet pussy. He pushed into her, his groan matching hers as he sank deep, her hips tilting up to meet his. When he opened his eyes, he paused, suddenly super-aware of what he was doing. She was giving herself to him and had only been interested in his pleasure. It was time for that to change.
“Tell me how you like it.” He whispered, taking her ear lobe between his teeth and biting down gently. “Tell me.”
“Slow.” She gasped as he began to move, slowly pulling all the way out, then pushing back in. “Oh, yeah. Right there.”
Gale bent down and took her mouth again, loving the way her hands glided over his body, her nails scratching here, her fingers pinching there as she moved with him. It was everything he wanted and everything he needed. A woman loving him for his heart and soul. He put every bit of his emotions into making love to her, losing himself in the passion he saw in her eyes and the love in her fingertips.
Her hands slid up to his head and she pulled him down until his nose touched hers, gasping as she teetered on the edge. “Baby, I’m going to cum. Cum with me.”
A streak of pleasure flashed through him as she exploded beneath him, her pussy muscles gripping him, rippling against his rod and he gave up his resistance, filling her with his cum. Her arms looped around his neck, pulling him completely down on top of her, her legs wrapping around his back in a hug. He slid sideways, taking his weight from her but remained within her arms, enjoying the comfort of being with her.
“Velvet?”
“Yes?”
“Will you heat me up some more pot pie?”

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Denise woke up in a strange bed in a strange room.
She sat up, trying to remember the events from the night before.
She remembered the club.
She remembered drinking.
She remembered being completely spread open in a booth.
And she remembered having the biggest and most intense orgasm she’s ever had in her life!
All on account of a woman and her nails!
She felt so dirty. Even though it felt amazing, she should have never done it. She decided to get dressed and quietly leave.
But it was too late, because the bedroom door opened up and in walked Nancy. She looked incredibly sexy - she had on a pink silk kimono with her blonde hair piled on top of her head.
“Well,” she said, “I see that my little girl has awaken.” Nancy came over and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Denise.
“You were asleep for so long,” Nancy said, as she lightly dragged her nails up Denise’s leg, “I was getting anxious to play with my new toy.”
Denise just closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation that was traveling up her leg and to her pussy.
“Now that you’ve awaken from your little nap, I think it’s time for you to take this,” Nancy said, pushing her kimono aside and revealing a HUGE pink strap-on. It must have been a good ten inches long and three inches thick.
Denise looked and felt absolutely panic stricken! No way has she ever taken anything of that size!
“N-n-n-no, I can’t, I’ve never…,” she stuttered. She was almost in tears at the thought of that monster penetrating her.
“Shhh….”Nancy said, as she caressed Denise’s cheek with her index fingernail, “I know you’re scared, and I’m truly sorry you feel that way. But you can take my cock and you WILL take my cock. But let’s get that pussy warmed up and ready, shall we?”
Nancy pulled off away the top sheet that Denise was using to cover her naked body, “Let Momma see those big beautiful tits,” she said, as she reached out with both hands and started to lightly scratch Denise’s breasts with her nails.
Denise closed her eyes, as she tried to enjoy the feeling and ignore the nervousness in her stomach.
“I knew you’d like that,” Nancy said, “and you should see how pink the scratch marks are against your pale white skin.” Nancy then took a breast in each hand and squeezed them, pushing them upwards and down again.
“I love big tits,” Nancy stated simply.
Denise loved the tit massage that Nancy was giving her. She then felt Nancy run the smooth tops of her nails over her hard nipples.
“That feels amazing, doesn’t it? Let’s try this,” Nancy said. She clasped both nipples between her index fingernails and her thumb fingernails and pulled gently, causing Denise’s nipple to be stretched out a good inch of so.
Denise just gasped in pleasure.
“So sensitive,” Nancy commented. She loved how responsive Denise was to every little touch, every little movement that Nancy made, especially with her nails. She was extremely lucky to find herself such a compliant nail slut.
“Let’s get that pussy warmed up,” Nancy said, dragging her nails down to Denise’s waiting pussy. Nancy leaned down and spread Denise’s pink pussy open, examining it.
“Mmmm, someone is certainly wet. Maybe the thought of taking Mommy’s big pink cock excites her more than she admits,” Nancy said, as she ran her index fingernail up and down Denise’s moist slit. She then put her nail in her mouth, tasting Denise’s juices.
“Absolutely delicious. I think Momma needs to have a little snatch snack,” Nancy said. She spread Denise’s pussy open with her nails as far as she could and she stuck her tongue in her slit, licking straight up from her hole to her clit in one long move.
Denise moaned loudly.
Nancy ran her tongue around Denise’s clit, as it got harder and harder with every touch of her tongue. Once it was rock hard, she started to flick her tongue against it.
Nancy looked up and saw a look of complete bliss on Denise’s face. She continued the assault on Denise’s poor little clit with her experienced tongue, with Denise’s breathing getting heavier and heavier.
But all of the sudden she stopped. She wanted to make sure Denise saved some for the extreme fucking she was about to get.
“I think it’s time, darling,” Nancy said, getting up from in between Denise’s legs. She wrapped her fingers around the big pink cock and guided the head of it to Denise’s innocent hole. She felt Denise tense up immediately.
“Just relax, darling. It will hurt at first, but I promise it will be the best fucking you’ve ever had,” Nancy said. And with that, she slowly stuck the head of the cock into Denise’s tight waiting hole.
Denise felt her pussy stretch immediately. She didn’t know how much was in her, but it was already causing some pain.
“Enough,” Denise whispered.
“Enough?” Nancy asked with a chuckle, “darling, this is just the head - you have a full ten inches to go.” Nancy slowly pushed some more of the big pink invader inside of Denise’s pussy.
Denise groaned. It must have reached her womb, because she felt SO incredibly full. It seemed like every inch of her pussy was hurting.
“Just relax - you have about five inches in. And here comes the rest of it, my little slut,” Nancy said, as she gently, but firmly, pushed the rest of the pink cock inside of Denise.
Denise couldn’t believe that she took in all ten inches! It hurt so much, but she tried to relax so the pain would subside.
“There,” said Nancy, “see how your pussy took Mommy’s cock so nicely? Now, let’s have some fun.” Nancy slowly slid the cock back out and then slowly inserted it back into Denise’s tight pussy. She continued the slow long strokes, letting Denise feel every ridge and movement of the cock. After a couple minutes of Nancy’s thrusting, Denise started to moan and buck her hips slightly.
Nancy grabbed onto Denise’s hips and picked up the pace, “So, my little slut, do you like Mommy’s big cock in your pussy?”
Denise just moaned in response.
“Of course you do, because you’re nothing but a whore. But you’re MY whore, aren’t you?” Nancy asked.
Denise nodded.
“This is the best fucking you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” Nancy asked as she started to slam her cock into Denise’s soaking pussy, ” isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Denise whispered.
“Yes, what?” asked Nancy.
“Yes, Mommy,” answered Denise.
“That’s my good girl. Mommy’s cock feels so good in babies sweet little pussy, doesn’t it?” asked Nancy.
Denise nodded.
“You’re such a dirty girl - you never thought you would be raped by another woman. But you like it, don’t you?” said Nancy, “you like how I take control of you - take control of your pussy…”
Denise moaned.
“I think my baby wants to cum. Let Momma help you out some,” Nancy said. She reached over to Denise’s pussy and started to flick her hardened clit with her long, thick fingernail.
“There we go - Momma knows what her baby girl likes. Now I want you to cum for me,” Nancy said, as Denise bucked her hips harder and her moans became louder.
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