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Personally never had a run with the cops, but the arrest reports in the paper listed lots of activities. We go forward a couple of years and I was living on the north side of the county. One free evening went out to try my luck. It was spring and it was a very pleasant evening. Within a very short period of time got picked up by a young guy in a brand new car. At the time I was twenty-three and he turned out to be nineteen. Giving my thigh a squeeze he asked if I would be willing to go to his home. Agreed and off we went. Turned out to be not all that far from my apartment, but a world of difference. His home was a large raised ranch with a full basement. The driveway was large enough for full court basketball. He had his own apartment in the basement away from his parents prying eyes.

The first was only a couple minutes long but it was probably my favorite of all time. I pressed play and sat beside Tim. As I sat I noticed a big smile appear in his face. “That was amazing, what’s the next one? “Wow, they’re so hot. “Thanks” I said and laughed a little. This video was longer so a couple minutes in I said something. We both laughed hysterically for a minute and he said his did too. I spread my legs apart and moved the pillow I had on my lap so my boner was totally visible through my jeans. They were jeans so you couldn’t tell too much but it was obvious I had a raging erection. I looked over at him and saw him looking at my bulge, he then spread wide and pulled his jeans to get comfortable and I could then see his boner, I must say, it was exciting. I was so happy he was being so cool about it.

I could feel her wetness on my leg and it turned me on even more. We continued like this for about five minutes until I moved my mouth further down to her awaiting pussy. I stuck out my tongue and started to give her a good pussy eating. Her pussy was so hot and so sweet, I was really enjoying eating her. She had her orgasm fast and hard. She started shacking so hard that she nearly passed out herself. I took a cue this time that it was time to move off of her. I looked over at Roy who had a big grin on his face and a big hard dick in his hand. “ You apparently enjoyed the show.” I said. “ Defiantly” he smiled back. “ Jenny why don’t you suck him for a few minutes while I watch and recover.” Jennifer suggested. I went over to Roy, got onto my knees and began to lick his hard dick. I loved Roy’s dick it was really about the perfect size for both sucking and fucking.

Jake moved very slow, moving the fingertips in circular motion, from the outer side of the thighs to the inner and then back to the outer. His fingertips caressed Chandra with the same softness, as of the summer breeze. Even without feeling the muscles of the thighs, Jake could sense how tense they were, waiting for the moment, when the fingers will reach the long iron hard member. But Chandra’s couldn’t wait too long. A kinky smile appeared on Chandra’s face. He moved his right hand up and pushed some fingers into the open zipper. Jake jumped and again squeezed the thighs, Now the pleasure was even stronger than before. Chandra’s warm fingers stroked his balls, sometimes a finger caressed the base of the aroused shaft. Every single stroke brought a wave of intense, electric and tingling pleasure, which went up Jake’s spine and turned on every cell of his body. Jake also decided not to be in a passive position. He placed the right hand on Chandra’ buttock and then moved it between his legs.

Women like me love to be desired by men. They love to count how many men want them. They can have any man they want given the right place at the right time. I love this feeling. You might meet me at an elegant cocktail party, given at a well-appointed country house. Elbow-length gloves, a long, flowing silk evening dress, my hair carefully coifed and my face made up for evening seduction, I will seem to your eyes the ultimate in chic femininity. But I will only respond to those who see the fire in my eyes, who can sense the heat, feel the desire that emanates from between my legs. Breathe in the scent of my lust, for there will be no words, only knowing glances as I silently lead you to a quiet part of the house, to a room far from the crowd. As you lock the door behind you and turn to face me, you will see me raising my skirt to my waist, revealing my intricate lingerie, all lace and straps and clasps, sheer black nylons and high-heeled shoes.

Kathy grabbed my hand, she knew I was about to get up “don’t! They didn’t even have a chance to answer, the director just clapped and sat on a chair. “kimmy I don’t want the bloody mike in the take , got it? “all right camera 1 is the tripod, camera 2 is the one that James is holding, when I say 1 look at it, only for this time and make the introductions, ready ? Kathy squeezed my hand and looked at me. Then the kid was supposed to come in front of the camera but I guess he was shy, the mom had to go talk to him. And the scene began. The kid sat at the table, pretending he was crying , the thick plastic glasses made him look like a nerd. Then the mother went close to him and hugged him, pressing her breasts against his face, “did they hurt you baby?

Diane opened a bottle of shower gel and poured some into her cupped right hand, which she then proceeded to massage all over me, naturally paying particular attention to my breasts and the join of my legs. After this we rinsed each other off, and then when we stepped out of the shower, Diane knelt in homage in front of me as she gently towelled me dry. At last, satisfied with the thoroughness of her service, she cast aside the damp towel and brought her lips to my cunt, placing a gently reverent kiss right on the middle of my slit. Then with a fond slap on my rump, she told me to get dressed, and run along. I was almost skipping along the pavement as I left her building ten minutes later, with the wiped and dried strap-on harness and its dildo wrapped up in some plastic bags and nestling securely at the bottom of my backpack. And so our secret sapphic liaison began, purely by the chance of a package being delayed in the post. Diane howled with shock and pain, but she was powerless to throw me off, having no leverage. As Diane gasped and shivered in post-climactic reaction, I pulled the dildo out of her ass-hole. ‘My God, Angie’, she said shakily, ‘I’ve not been ass-fucked in more than ten years – I’ve forgotten what it’s like, that unique and unrepeatable mixture of pain and pleasure! Well, well, I mused to myself – here’s something that Mom and I really DON’T have in common! If you enjoyed this, check out the previous three stories in the series – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my other all-girl lesbian stories). The final two stories will follow in the next few weeks.

Nick led her to the middle of the dance floor, trying to find a small section for the entire group to dance. Stacy noticed her friend Mari eyeing Nick as they walked. It was a little more than a casual glance. It was as if she was undressing him with her eyes. Stacy glared at her before darting her eyes elsewhere. A slow song, Differences by Ginuwine, played over the speakers. She felt Nick’s hands grip her waist and pull her into the slowness of the beat. Before looking into his eyes, she thought she saw Mari’s hand grace Nick’s backside before she placed her hands around Trent’s neck for their dance. Was Mari trying to steal her man? Shaking the sudden anger boiling inside of her, Stacy placed her hands around Nick’s neck and stared at him lovingly. She’d really developed an attraction to Nick that she hadn’t felt with any other guy before. She decided that tonight was the night to let her guard down. She was determined to quit worrying about being super independent and she would allow herself to enjoy his presence.

Each one would bind, stretch and contort a sex slave’s body in various ways. There were a variety of different sex toys, ranging from dildos, sybian machines, butt plugs, and hand cuffs hung up on one of the walls. On the other wall were a variety of whips, paddles and switches. Depending on a slave’s behavior, this room could be used to punish her viciously, or pleasure her beyond belief. The mayor called that night, to ensure everything was in order. I told him I couldn’t be happier. In fact, I asked him to spend the weekend. He was a short bald brown guy with more hair on his chest than I imagine was ever on his head. He walked around arrogantly, and had a bit of a napoleon complex, but he was nice enough to me. The poor guy obsessed over western girls, but due to his location had never fucked a white girl before. I made his night by saying that my mom and sister would be his personal sex slaves for the weekend.