In the Store
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Posted:Jun 14, 2006 1:07 pm
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Sissy gathered all that she thought she would need for a couple weeks worth of meals. The men had all slowly disappeared, she guessed grocery shopping wasn't their idea of a great time. It really wasn't hers either but it was her job. As she rounded the last aisle, her eyes landed upon a woman. The woman had on high heels, black capri pants, and a tight fitting halter top. Sissy's breathing stopped for a moment as she took the entire sight in. The woman had her red hair up loosely on top of her head, jewelry on her wrists and ears, and a color of red lipstick that made her mouth look edible. It was not unusual for Sissy to appreciate the sight of a sexy woman, she had even delved into the physical pleasure of a woman's body but the latter had everything to do with her ex-asshole husband.
She decided to follow the woman for what reason she did not know but she had to, and that was that. The woman made looking at fruit sensual as she picked up melons, squeezed and smelled them. This woman was absolutely intoxicating and Sissy was mesmerized. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the woman returning her stares. Nervously, Sissy pretended to be perusing the plums. When she looked up again, the woman was on the move. Slowly, Sissy guided her cart after her. Where was she going? Was she trying to get away from her produce stalker? Sissy had to almost laugh at herself.Is that what she had become? A stalker? The woman parked her cart and went into the restroom. Sissy couldn't help herself as she saw the woman slowly disappear through the door.
As Sissy came into the bathroom she was scared half to death by the woman grabbing her shoulders and pinning her to the wall behind the door. The blood drained from Sissy's face and all she could think of was being hauled in by the cops for stalking this sexy woman. It seemed like hours that the woman just looked into Sissy's eyes. She didn't speak a word, just stood there holding Sissy by the shoulders, staring into her eyes.
It was at this moment she heard a click and noticed the woman had locked the bathroom door. As Sissy turned her gaze back to the woman, she leaned in and kissed Sissy. By now Sissy's knees were shaking and she was just trying to hold herself together. She could feel the woman's hand slide up her thigh. Naturally, Sissy's legs parted. She wanted her to touch her pussy. Wanted her to feel the wetness. As the woman discovered Sissy had no panties on, she gave a low moan of approval through a kiss. Inserting her fingers in her wet pussy, Sissy's held fell back and her hands went to lower her straps to her sundress. She wanted those lips all over her body. The woman kissed her way down Sissy's neck making a trail to first one nipple then the other. Both her nipples were hard as rocks and with each suck and nibble, Sissy was closing to orgasm. The woman just kept sucking and nibbling faster and harder as she fingered Sissy. Sissy orgasmed pinned against the wall, juices running down her legs. She had to taste this woman.
The woman released her grip on Sissy and allowed herself to be guided to the sinks where she sat down. Sissy held her gaze as she spread her legs open and removed her panties. The woman was clean shaven and was a sight to behold. Leaning back the woman relaxed her legs to allow Sissy a taste. Her clit was hiding so cleverly under its hood and with the flick of her tongue, Sissy was able to uncover it. Sliding her fingers into her warm wet pussy, Sissy nibbled on the sweetness of the woman's clit. The control she felt. The control was just as much of a turn on as the act of sex. The more she thrusted her fingers in the woman, the wetter and sweeter her pussy became. She wanted to force her to cum on her command. The woman began to clamp her legs together which only pushed Sissy on to fuck her harder with her fingers. She bit the inside of the woman's thigh to let her know she had to keep them open. With the bite came a low whimper and the bucking of the woman's pelvis. The woman came all over Sissy's hand.
Sissy stood up and put her hand inside the woman's mouth. The woman licked her fingers clean. Sissy then leaned in and kissed the woman's delicious lips. With that, Sissy straightened herself up, unlocked the door, and went to look for her men. Where exactly were they?
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Uniforms
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Posted:May 10, 2006 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2006 3:30 pm
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Most Masters dress their little slap flowers in leather or rubber. We are odd birds so no leather and rubber for us, although I did order the Skin Two catalog tonight. I saw a great little spanking skirt but I digress. If you are curious just google it. Or wait patiently and I will post some photos of my sweet slave's ass ruby red framed in forementioned garment.
Where was I? Yes. I go back to the title of this insert of my thoughts "Uniforms".
I can't just let my pale pigeon strut around here without some sort of badge of her position or pretty colors to compliment her freckles. SO.
I purchased a jersey from each sport that we actively watch. Hockey, Basketball, and Football.
A Denver Bronco jersey because she has a small love for John Elway. A Steve Nash Phoenix jersey due to the fact he is Canadian and killer. We also ordered a Vancouver Canuck's special jersey.
As each would arrive in the mail, she would dress only in the jersey bend over the bed and beg quietly for me to take her. Each time I took her hard and fast, spanking each cheek to a glowing red before I allowed myself to fill her.
I can't wait for our superbowl party if Denver ever makes it to the big dance. Slave will come wrapped in her jersey and only her jersey. She will serve all the guests platters of fresh vegetables and all the other staples of football sundays. She will also patrol the living room carpet on her knees, dishing out blow jobs as I see fit.
The same can be said for the Stanley cup and NBA. Just cross your fingers for the Suns to go all the way.
Uniforms
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Blogging.
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Posted:May 6, 2006 10:34 am
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I enjoy blogging and sharing but at some point I worry that i am sharing too much. I dont want someone to come on here that knows me and get a too intimate look into my soul. I really only let one person in there.
I do love that my gf writes her little stories and I encourage her every chance I get.
Blogging is so addicting.
Thank you to all that view our combined blog.
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250 dollar seats
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Posted:May 2, 2006 6:45 pm
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Saturday night we were to head out to the club with some friends but of course that bottomed out.... again. We decided not to let it ruin our evening but instead we braved the rain storms and had some fondue.
It was a great romantic meal and the company was incredible. Our waiter was funny, well spoken, and a west coast surfer in a deep south college 's body.
We made our way home but whipped it around with the idea of hitting a strip club. It wasn't our favorite club but it was tits and ass. We both love tits and ass.
We made the mistake of going way too late and every chair had a raunchy college in it and the standing room was limited at best.
Like two hunting dogs, our eyes locked onto a curvy shot girl. She was wearing some white lace boy shorts, one of those victoria secret cleavage bras, and a fish net top. She was finishing up a grind and bump, I could instantly imagine her rubbing my cock through the lap of my jeans.
At first, we tried to pull a chair away from the wall just at the entrance and she did a great job. Such a good job that we ended up taking her up to the VIP room for an hour.
The gf drank the whole rack of shots and touched the juicy 18 year old in every place that was legal. I had to keep my hands on the arms of the couch in our little room but I did get my full of the nice ass rubbing against me.
Maybe we can try something more exciting this weekend.
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Groceries
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Posted:Apr 30, 2006 7:13 pm
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After letting Jim know the supplies were low in the pantry, Sissy changed really quick to head to the store with him. She had hoped for some time alone but unfortunately the trucks were stick shift and she didn't know how to drive them. So she changed into a short skirt and white tshirt, that seemed to be the summer uniform around here with all the heat. She was heading out to the truck when she saw a new face waiting there holding the door open. There were still a few of the men she had not met and this apparently was one of them. He said his name was David and she slid past him with a quick hello as she made herself comfortable in the middle of the bucket seat. Jim was driving so it was a tight squeeze in the cab of the truck but she didn't mind, she was getting out of the house. As they started down the road it became awkward for Jim to shift the gears so she had to spread her legs apart to make room for the gear shift. With a little adjustment, Sissy soon found out how snug the fit in the cab really was. The stick was right up against her clit and the faster Jim drove the more the knob on the gear shift vibrated. It was pure torture for Sissy, she couldn't let out a sound or the men would know what was happening and she just wasn't ready for them to know. Sissy tilted her head back and pushed her hips harder into the shifter, catching herself as she let out a low moan. Sissy had no idea how great this trip to the grocery store was going to be but she was soon finding out it was better than she could have ever imagined. David must have noticed Sissy being so quiet because he had glanced over and saw Sissy's reaction to the ride. It didn't take him long to figure out the scene and soon his hand was up her skirt holding the shifter in place so that she could maximize the location. God she felt good. How she would love to get groceries from now on, she never really enjoyed shopping before but now, hell, she would go every day if needed. By the time the truck pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store she had cum 3 times. Jim had pretended to not notice what was going and David simply removed his hand as they parked. This was a strange group of men that was for sure. Sissy was not complaining one bit, she was enjoying her new found sexual freedom.
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Thai - Finishing Up
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Posted:Apr 9, 2006 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2006 3:30 pm
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Alright. I was laid back in the driver's seat and my gf was in the passenger seat eating McDonalds as our short friend was navigating her body into the front seat and my lap.
She was wearing some tight jeans and one of those blouses that is longer at the bottom on one side than the other. I don't know what they are called but they seem to be one of the fashionable garments to wear these days. I was actually wearing a button up shirt which is out of character for me but it was a Patagonia shirt so that did lend to my hippy side. Well that is if trendy yuppy outdoor clothing lines can be considered hippy.
Our friend climbed into my lap and took a deep breath before kissing me. She tasted like cigarettes but it was nice in a "I am making out with another woman in front of my girlfriend" kind of way. It was more than a peck and I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. I am aggressive and dominant by nature but she knew this well before I guided her lips with a fist full of frosty brown hair. Whimpering quietly, her tongue flared into my mouth as her hands ran all over my strong arms. She was squirming in my lap, there was no way I could prevent myself from getting hard and I am quite sure she recognized this fact.
She pulled away and was gasping slightly but she didn't get off my lap. I had already ventured into new territory and thought my exploration was over for the night but.... The sister looked over at my gf who was still eating her fries and I saw a wink.
She attacked me this time and it was far more than a kiss. Her hands were all over me and so were mine. I slid one hand down her pants in the back and squeezed her ass hard. My other grasped her smallish tits through her shirt as she bucked against me.
The point of no return was reached when she sat up and pulled her shirt up along with her bra to reveal her tits. I yanked her hair again, pulling her to one side and captured a pencil eraser puffy nipple between my lips. She growled like a bad porn star and said something which was entirely lost on me.
She was mighty aggressive and the wink was all the approval that she needed. Her small hands fumbled with my belt as I continued to latch onto her breasts, I had worked her jeans halfway down her ass without even unbuttoning them. I was worried that I was going to get hurt in her drunken bliss as zippers can be the worst enemy of a hard cock. Another stroke of luck produced my cock from my jeans and biker shorts unscathed and entirely intact. She started to stroke me off and slur encouragement, her forehead hit the drive side window a few times as she tried to jerk me off and still let me suck on her tits at the same time.
I am quite sure this would have looked funny to someone who took a second to watch what was going on but I was enjoying every damn second of it.
With a suddden and uncoordinated move she let her body fall down against mine, her hands abandonned my cock and worked feverishly on the waist of her still buttoned jeans. The truck rocked as she squirmed and kicked with her jeans. The fact that it would have been 100 times easier to stop, unbutton her jeans and push them off was totally outside the realm of her drunken head.
Later than sooner, she lay in my lap with no pants and a blouse push up around her armpits. She was possessed or at least that is what I would call it. I looked over at my gf as I felt my cock being steered between her thighs. My gf had given up on her fries and had her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were pulled to the side and she was rotating her fingers around her clit in a delicious circle. Her head was tilted back and her free hand was pinching her own breasts through her near gossamer shirt. I used to read alot of sappy romance novels as a to find the sex scenes so I know what gossamer means.
I watched my gf intently as I felt my cock slide up into our friend. She wasn't terribly tight as she was the mother of two but strange pussy is strange pussy. An orgasm ran over my gf but she didn't quite massaging her pussy as I penetrated her friend's.
I looked back at the small woman bouncing up and down on my cock and started to move my hips up to her. This thrust me deeper into her and she pushed down on my stomach to slow my penetration. The depth I was reaching was new territory for her and I should have shown patience but I fucked her harder and harder. She was growling, grunting, and whimpering like a beaten puppy all at the same time. My gf was making her own noises and I knew I was in heaven.
Considering the confined space she was doing an incredible job riding me, the head of my cock was grinding against the back of her pussy and I could feel myself building. She was yelling at me now, angry that I was bringing her to orgasm. "God damn you!" "I am going to cum!" "I don't want to cum!" Maybe I don't understand the purpose of sex but I am under the impression that is the desired outcome.
She was sitting straight up with one hand on the "Oh shit" handle and the other comically trying to stroke my gf's knee but it was clear she was cumming and cumming hard. Her pussy was clenching around my cock and her near perfect cowgirl technique had regressed to an awkward thrusting rubbing. Unfortunately fell back instead of forward into my chest and she honked the horn which brought the faerie tale to a sharp and instant end.
As if caught by her mother or the cops, our friend lept to the back seat leaving my throbbing cock uncorked and aimed at the ceiling. My gf had nearly passed out next to me, her panties dangling around one ankle and her shirt somehow tucked into her bra.
Our friend took a long break before putting on her pants and stepping out of the truck to smoke several well earned cigarettes.
My gf is the greatest to let this all transpire and greater yet because she leaned over let me skull fuck her with caveman like enthusiams while the sister puffed sitting on the back bumper.
I should have sent this one to penthouse letters or something. The friend hasn't spoken to us yet.
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Thai and much more - Lead UP
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Posted:Apr 9, 2006 2:03 pm
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2006 2:56 pm
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After a long week we decided to go out for some fun and good eats Friday night. We really didn't have any real expectations but I don't think we ever do. My gf and I are go with the flow type of people, pouncing on opportunity but rarely planning on it. The restaurant was conveniently located in a strip mall next to our favorite little bar so we were able to park in one spot and walk between after dinner.
Let me say the Pad Thai (sp?) was the best I have ever had not that I am a huge consumer of Thai food. My only complaint stems from the fact they ran out of chop sticks which is like McDonald's running out of french fries. Very good meal with a surprising atmosphere for a strip mall restaurant.
We strolled over to the bar or club, whatever it is called and met up with some friends from our Ghetto Cul de sac. A pair of sister whom we are close to in several degrees but not what you are thinking, just friends.
I perched at the table and played drink body guard for the night while they wisped around the bar talking to too young men and drank too much. They took turns hanging on me or curled in my lap to make sure I wasn't left out but this is common place and not as rewarding as it might seem. The older sister has some great big tits that I would like to suck on someday and the younger one refuses to wear underwear which I believe should be the law but they both are incredible teases and I learned quickly not to get a hard-on over the things they do at the club.
The older of the sisters left early, the bar wasn't really her crowd and she had received three or four booty calls so she had her pick of dick. The younger sister who is my age was dumped on us in her sloshy drunk state but once again this was the norm. We are always babysitting in one fashion or another.
By a stroke of luck or the aligning of saturn's moons, we actually left before last call and avoided the stampede of drunks in the parking lot. I held the door for my gf and waited patiently while the brunette sister finished her cigarette. She was obviously drunk and was explaining to us why she wouldn't do a threesome with us, although we hadn't asked. She explained that she had thought of it, talked about it, and even masturbated to it but she was committed to her husband. This is a bold face lie but she was lying to herself and not us. She finished her smoke and I held her door, something I do. I gave her a nice squeeze at the hips as she climbed into the back seat and made a mental note that she was too short for me to fuck doggie style without a stool or draping her over the back of a couch.
Instead of heading back to the apartments we decided to grab some McDs which I never understood. That greasy food just makes it worse in the morning but I agreed anyways. I rarely turn my gf down in her requests.
The shocker came at the drive-through when the sister blurted out that she couldn't fuck me but would love to kiss me to just get a flavor. She was drunk so I didn't see any harm in saying yes. She would pass out soon and forget all about it. My gf also didn't see any reason to object. The subject was quickly dropped as we ordered and we were on the way to the apartments with no further incident.
As we approached the interstate, the sister reminded us that it was a good time for a kiss and asked nicely for us to pull over. We pulled over in a Japanese Grill and Sushi Bar's parking lot, just off the main drag. We were not entirely in the shadows but a distance from the strip.
My gf was in the passenger seat munching on her fries and our friend was demanding me to park our truck. She told me let my seat back all the way and she was going to climb up into the front. She is a petite girl so I saw no reason why not.
Ok... have to separate this into two posts.
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Meltdown
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Posted:Apr 4, 2006 10:42 am
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After the tryst in the pantry Sissy had to take a moment to gather herself once again. Things were moving pretty fast here and she still hadn't met everyone in the house yet. She managed to clean herself up and get back to the task at hand, making dinner. She threw together an old family recipe of chicken pot pie and homemade buttermilk biscuits. After she pulled everything out of the oven, covered it, and placed it on the table, she headed back to her room. She wasn't feeling her best. Maybe it was all the traveling she had done in the last few days. She lay down on the bed thinking she would just close her eyes for a few minutes. Next thing she knew she woke up in the dark, covered in sweat. That was the last thing she could remember.
What Sissy didn't know is that she was sick. She had slept for 2 days and now Mack was tending to her. He had taken her upstairs to his room which had a bathroom attached to it. In his bathroom was a large tub in which he filled some cool water. He needed to cool Sissy off,she was burning up. He slowly began to undress her. This was not something he normally did, undress women. He had only been with his wife in such intimate ways but he knew this had to be done. He carefully removed Sissy's panties and dress. He muttered to himself that he was thankful there were no buttons. His fingers never seemed agile enough to work them. Sissy was still passed out from sickness when he was carrying her over to the water. He eased her sweating body into the water and propped her head over the back edge of the tub.
He grabbed a small cup that from the sink and began to pour water over her hair and neck. God she was a beautiful woman. Her body was so smooth and full. He was feeling so guilty for the thoughts he was having. Here he was a married man, thinking of another woman in a sexual way. It had been 6 months since he had seen his wife. Work down near the hurricane was bringing in great money but it kept him away from home too long.
It was about this time that he could feel someone watching him. Sissy had awoken and looked confused. He told her how sick she had been and that her fever was so high. That is when she figured out what he was doing. She knew he was trying to care for her which was something rare from a man. She could also tell he had other thoughts on his mind. The way he was watching her. She slowly slid her hand down between her legs, never taking her eyes off of his. Spreading her legs open she found her clit and began to run her finger over it in back and forth motion. The coolness of the water felt good. Her nipples were already hard from the cold so her breasts were in full glory.
Mack at first was shocked. He wanted her to stop, he wanted to run, but found his desire to strong. He didn't want to be unfaithful, had no desire to have sex with this women, but he did desire release. Mack stood and unzipped his pants, his cock already hard from his first glance at her naked body. He began to stroke as she continued to masturbate in front of him. It didn't take long for him to cum. Only a few strokes, a racing of his mind, and he was done. It had been so long. He sat down on the side of the tub while he calmed down. She asked for a towel now. Sissy was cold, her fever broken. Mack helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. She kissed his cheek and left the bathroom.
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The Pantry
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Posted:Mar 28, 2006 6:24 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 5:45 am
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Sissy had barely been in the house 1 day when she could see this might not be one of her greatest ideas. The shower scene unnerved her. However, should it? So many years had been spent putting her desires aside. She had the opportunity to take full advantage of all these men. Not that they would complain, she was sure. This could be an avenue for her to live out all of her fantasies. Sissy was back to sitting on the bed and asked herself aloud if this is what she really wanted. What did she have to lose? It was here that she decided to see the opportunity for just what it was: a dream come true.
Sissy selected a short summer dress, a pair of clean panties, and her favorite pair of pink flip-flops. She had to feel comfortable in order to face the rest of the men. She decided to head to the kitchen and begin to make herself at home. A good meal would get these roughnecks on her good side. If anything, it would be a start.
Sissy managed to find the pots and pans easy enough but could not locate the food storage. She remembered passing a pantry of some sort on the way to her room. She eased down the hall carefully not wanting to draw attention to herself. There on the left side of the hallway she located the pantry. Stepping in she was making mental notes as to what was there so she could plan a few days worth of meals. Down by her feet she saw some large cans so she bent over to read the label. At the very moment she bent over someone came behind her and grabbed her by her hips. She let out a muffled yelp because a hand also slid around her mouth. Pulling her upright, she then realized she was standing in front of a man. Now, whether it was a man she had met already she did not know. He was breathing hard though and he was tall. His chest was rising and falling deeply next to her back. Sissy’s first instinct was to struggle but then she calmed herself. This was what she was wanting. This was why she was here. She slowly reached down and slid her panties off with one hand. As she raised her hand, back up she reached around and made sure to find the man’s growing cock. He was hers and she knew it.
Sissy made sure he was fully aroused when she began to bend forward. He loosened his grip on her waist and she could hear him undo his belt and pants. It was tempting to try to twist around to see who the man was but she stopped herself. No, it was better this way. She was so turned on and was dying to feel the slamming of a cock inside of her. She knew he was packing by the way he felt beneath her hand.
He let out a low growl as he lifted her dress up over her ass. She steadied herself on the shelves in front of her as he rammed his cock deep inside of her. He did not play any games, he went full throttle from the get go. Sissy was ready to cum even before he entered her, just the thought of being fucked by a stranger had her in a tizzy. It seemed like hours that he pounded her wet pussy. She did not want it to end. And, just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he was gone. He had taken what he wanted.
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Picking up the slack
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Posted:Mar 25, 2006 8:21 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 5:45 am
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My queen of polygamous FEMA fantasies has taken a break from sharing her truly wonderful words so I will just have to share a little real life from last weekend. It is short and sweet, maybe the intensity of the whole thing is lost in retelling.
Ok that was my disclaimer.
It was last sunday and we had just survived a terrible 8 year old day. It was Sunday and it was all around crappy. I walked out into the livingroom and saw the door slightly ajar. I glanced over at the television and it was pasted with cartoon network. That obviously told me my girl wasn't in the living room so out to the concrete porch.
There she was bent over the creaky rail in her black gypsy skirt and a smile crossed my face. I knew there were no panties underneath that ankle length skirt because I had instructed her earlier to lose them and the all the porch light in the quad were turned off. A rare occasion. BUT. There was an eight year old two feet away lounged on the couch.
Without a word we both walked back into the apartment and donned our sandals. We headed for the door and with minor convincing of the boy to stay and watch the boob tube, we headed for the laundry room around the other apartment building.
It was our intent to go that far but as soon as we reached the shadows it was fucking on.
I grabbed her by her fiery red hair and pressed her hard against the brick wall. She backed away from the wall but kept her forehead firmly planted on the wall. I pulled her skirt up and draped it over her upturned ass. I didn't drop my pants but just unzipped my jeans and yanked my cock out.
It might seem so crude and I have read a thousand blogs about how tasteless it is to spit on your hand and rub it on a about to be punctured pussy but I say "Kiss my ass". I have a big thick cock and sometimes I need that extra lubrication to prevent pussy burns on my shaft. Well I have trained my little to self-lubricate and I find it incredibly hot when this very lady-like woman lifts her hand and spits on it just before spreading her own saliva across the lips of her shaven pussy.
My dirty little as she calls herself quickly self lubricated which took on a cabaret like quality in the limited light and long shadows. I slid down the prepared path and we started to fuck hard and fast. There was plenty of opportunity for people to show up for our show.
I refused to make this a two pump episode but I couldn't slow the deep, hard pace. I didn't even waste time with her large, full breasts, I planted one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head.
She started moaning and I went faster yet. I was fucking from feet up. This is not the ordinary doggie style. You know the back and forth thing, not that. I was bending at the knees and driving upward instead of forward. I was lifting her all the way to her toes and the head of my cock was slamming unforgivingly to the very back of her now sopping cunt.
I came hard. I walked back to the apartment, my cum dripping unashamed down her thighs.
Have a nice weekend.
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act one
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Posted:Feb 12, 2006 11:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Sissy and Curt locked eyes at that moment, neither one ready to relent. In what seemed years that stood like that until Curt slowly moved in to place a kiss on Sissy's neck. She fought at first but he had his hand clasped tight around Sissy's wrists which were still behind her back. There was no use in fighting and for some odd reason Sissy really didn't know if she wanted to fight. It had been such a long time since she had a man look at her the way that Curt was right now. He wanted to devour her that was obvious. What the hell did she want? In her head she was saying fight but her body was saying give in. Curt's lips were making their way up toward her mouth. She could feel her heart pounding harder and harder. In no time Curt's mouth was covering hers and she could feel herself melting into his body. He had let go of one of her wrists freeing up his hand to slide across her hard nipples. He had one of them between his fingers, twisting it slowly producing pain that Sissy found irresistable. Curt then grabbed her by the back of the head, cinching his hold with a handful of her hair. Both her hands were free now but she didn't dare move. She held them behind her back of her own free will. With one hand holding her still by her hair, the other one left her nipples and slid slowly down her quivering stomach, down to her wet pussy. She was still throbbing from her self inflicted play in the shower and her clit began to tighten again under the anticipation of his touch. Curt touched both of her thighs gently and she obediently spread her legs. He then locked her eyes with his and he found her clit with ease.
Could this be really happening? Sissy was telling herself over and over she should make it stop but damn this felt so good. Curt was running his finger from side to side over her clit and each time he slid over the top of it she whimpered. This was torture but torture she didn't want to end. It didn't take Sissy long to come to an orgasm because she was still reeling from her previous water play. Sissy hit the top when Curt placed his fingers firmly over her clit and began a circular motion as fast as he could. With that Sissy let out deep moan that caused her to lose her breath, she was shaking all over and had to hold onto Curt's shoulders for support. And just like that, he sat her in the chair where he had been perched, and left.
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alone at last
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Posted:Feb 7, 2006 7:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Sissy just sat on the bed and focused on the room around her. Now what?
First things first she thought. She needed a bath. After letting out a long deep breath she ventured into the bathroom to check out the bathing situation. There was a shower stall with a see through sliding door, no tub. Damn. She could have used a soak. The bathroom was simply decorated, a chair sat by the door and a few pictures hung on the wall. It could have been any bathroom from any home in America. After locating her clothes in her quickly packed suitcase she stripped down. It felt good to be free of the clothes.
She stepped into the steaming shower without another thought. Sissy didn't want to rush this. It was almost like the shower was a rebirth for her. She was on her own, making her own way. No longer did she have put up with the demands of a man she didn't care for. True she would be taking care of eight men but she was doing it of her own free will.
Before she knew it she had slid her hand down her unshaved pussy. It was time to take care of that untamed mess. Before she was married she always kept herself shaved. It felt good, the smoothness. But her husband didn't like it shaved so she had left it alone. Now it was time to reclaim her body. After shaving she couldn't resist touching herself. Had she forgotten how to please herself? Slowly she used her fingers to spread her pussy lips aside to find that pleasuring core. She responded quickly to her own touch. It had been years since she had done this. The pressure and unhappiness had shut her down. The reawakening had begun.
With one hand between her legs and the other holding her body up against the shower stall wall she could feel the burning begin to rise from her lower legs. Sissy didn't have to tease herself long, she orgasmed softly but it wasn't a small reaction. Her hands were trembling and she was breathing hard. How she needed that. The release renewed her and she felt like the day was melting off of her. Sissy finished up her shower and was just stepping out when she could feel someone watching her. What the hell?
"Who are you?", the question came from a lean, dark headed man who was sitting in the chair near the door. He had a smirk on his face that Sissy felt needed to be removed. "What do you mean, who am I? Do you always come into a room and disturb someone in a private moment? How long have you been there?"
"My name is Curt, I live here and you don't, so answer my question, who are you?"
"I live here now, I work here, caring for the house, Jack brought me here. Now, damnit, answer my question, how long have you been here?", Sissy was beginnig to yell at his point.
"Let's just say, I got a show and leave it at that, Curt said.
Sissy was in front of him within seconds. She slapped him across the face before she even realized what she was doing. Curt grabbed her by the wrists and held them behind her back. She was completely at his mercy.
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Posted:Jan 30, 2006 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2006 7:36 pm
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Sissy couldn't believe the words coming out of Jack's mouth. They all agreed. They would let her live with them. Now here she sat between Hank and Gary in the back of a SUV on her way to her temporary home. She wondered what the other men would have to say. There were five more to meet. So many questions ran through her mind that she didn't even know where to begin. Her thoughts kept her occupied and she didn't even notice pulling into a long drive way. Before she knew it they had come to a stop in front of a beautiful old two story home. There was even a swing on the front porch. This was the type of home she had seen in magazines. She had always wondered who lived in places like this. For some reason though, she never thought it would be eight rough and dirty men.
Hank helped her with her small bag while Gary and Jack headed up to the porch. Hank had taken it upon himself to give her the ten cent tour. As they walked up he showed her the huge oak tree in the front yard, told her about the bench he had built around it. The bench was odd because it circled the trunk of the tree. Hank said he spent a lot of time out beneath it so he had decided to build the bench for comfort. He then pointed to the front porch where again she saw the swing. Sissy could picture herself out here on the cool nights watching the stars. Hank said this is were several of the men hung out, especially Seth. When Hank saw the look of curiousity on Sissy's face he put at ease by saying he would introduce her to the others.
As they walked through the open door she took a few moments to take the old place in. It definitely did need a woman's touch. The men had clothes and work boots strewn all over the place. The first few rooms didn't look like they had been cleaned in years even though she knew they had only been living there a couple of months. She really had her work cut out for her.
Gary approached her quietly and asked her if she would like to see her room. All she could do was nod. So quietly she followed Gary down a narrow hallway which led passed the kitchen. He then opened a door that was all but a few feet from the second door of the kitchen opening. The room had not been used Gary said. He was right. The spread on the double bed was white as snow. The room was very simple in decoration which Sissy liked. The less in the room, the less she had to put away and clean after.
"Would you like to rest a bit before the rest of the men get home?", Gary asked her.
She could only shake her head yes. This was all a bit overwhelming for her. So he turned to leave and just like Sissy was alone. Alone, but safe. Sissy sat on the bed and took a deep breath of relief.
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