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  • My wife refused to let me finish that way. I've always thought that would be amazing." He looked up at me with a sheepish grin. "Well, we'll have to put that on the list of things to do, won't we?" He nodded eagerly. "I bet you're tired of sitting on the floor my dear. Why don't you come up and sit beside me?" Bob dutifully got up, but I stopped him. "Lose the shorts, buddy. You're not going to need those for the rest of the night." He jumped up and yanked down his shorts. I could see he was already recovering nicely as he sat down beside me, not quite knowing what to do. "Thanks for that amazing orgasm," I whispered in his ear. I slithered my arm behind his head and swung my leg over his thighs, straddling him. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and kissed him slowly. We both moaned our pleasure as our tongues danced. I settled onto his lap while slowly grinding my hips against him. I thought of Steph squirming in Stan's lap, and how hot that was. I wanted to be sure to give Bob the same treatment. Bob ran his hands over the front of my shirt taking time playing with my boobs. Soon he gently unfastened the top button of my (his?) shirt. There was only one other one left, and the shirt fell open, exposing myself to him. His gaze told me he was enjoying the view, and I began to feel him hardening beneath me. "Oh my, Bob," I said. "You seem to be recovering quickly!" "Let's just say I've never been this motivated before." In that first moment I felt cold and exposed, waiting for his response to my naked form, but in the second, I witnessed a hunger grow in his eyes, and I realized something. "To be honest with you, I don't really know why, Lisa," John said, lying through his teeth. p.s. If my humble contribution offends or annoys any readers, I sincerely apologize. Anthony’s reaction they all knew already. I sunk into the bath that I had made. While they argued, I grabbed my trunks and slipped back into Sophie's room. Ashley spins around. Their reactions always started from deep down inside their bodies. We fooled around every chance we got. I put my pants back on, and we cuddled and kissed till the movie was over. I looked up in the clouds as I noticed a red flare coming down at a fast rate. The big miracle was little brother who began to accept me as one he could come to for help and assistance when his father was not available. “Unlawful as his actions may be, he is still entitled to due process!” That’s it, child.” His hand outstretched. “I’d still go with adventurous and fun.” Tiffany replied, before turning to me. “Let’s just say that you and Rachael start dating, you become serious, would you give up all these other women?” “I'll make you cum so hard you practically forget about boys.” Says Isobel quietly, in her most raw and dirty voice. “That's right. “Don’t worry Kanna! Georgia without any warning thrust a finger straight up my ass and wiggled it ... my first response was a gasp and tried to pull away Georgia started to finger fuck my bum hard .... i felt my cock go harder than it ever had gotten before ... i started ramming my finger in and out of her and slid a finger in her cunt at the same time hence a mini DP i guess within seconds the only way to describe it was she started cumming her brains out i kept my hand still but as she couldn't lay still thrusting her hips up and down she ended up kind of fucking herself "OHHH God help me mummmyyyy Dont stop Jesus " jane went over to her to try calm her These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep. He just misses driving himself.” Sam told Thantas.
  • "Don't you know the rules?" he scolded. "No bitch works these streets without my OK." "I...I...didn't know," Sally said. "Well now you know," he said. "I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that work these streets. I just saved your life so you owe me now," he said. "Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you." "You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Got that?" Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into? "Yes, sir," she answered. Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual gratification from the fact that she was now in slavery to a powerful black pimp who controlled her life. His street name was Sweet Daddy. Sally never knew his real name. And she never saw a sweet side to the man. She found herself attracted to him because he was extremely brutal. His first act after his men gunned down her attackers that fateful night in the alley was to lean her up against the concrete wall of one of the abandoned buildings, pull out his cock, and fuck her so hard he bruised her hips by slamming them into the cement. His cock was uncircumcised and so large he had no trouble accomplishing this. Even though her pussy was dripping with the semen of 13 dead men lying only a few feet away, he fucked her to orgasm. It was a powerful response that sent muscular contractions through her body. She stiffened, her face flushed, and the muscular contractions in her pussy literally milked his massive cock to ejaculation. With a loud grunt he released hot seed in great spurts that pumped from his hairy black testicles. "Tell Sweet Daddy you love him," he said before he pulled his still throbbing cock from her. She looked into his eyes and, without reservation, told him that she did, indeed, love him. She found herself believing it. It excited her even more to be committing herself to loving a strange, giant black pimp, and actually pledging her love to him. Sweet Daddy's gang found Sally some clothes . . . much like the ones she was wearing when she was abducted by the gang . . . then took her to another street, a few blocks away, and gave her a key and room number to a hotel on that block. Without a chance to take a break, she was instructed to work the street for Big Daddy. She willingly obeyed him, knowing that this was going to be her life as long as she chose to serve him. Her charge was $50 a blow-job, $100 for a quick fuck lasting no more than 10 minutes, or up to $1,000 for the night. She was expected to earn at least $500 a night. Any less and there would be "consequences." She was to wait for him in the room in the morning. All of the money was to be turned over to him. What Sally received in return was his protection, her meals, a roof over her head and his "love" whenever he felt like it. She, in turn, was expected to love him and do his will, without reservation. That was it. She was literally his slave. She did not know how many other whores served Sweet Daddy but she was sure he had a literal harem. The clients, or "johns" as they were called in the trade, began using Sally within minutes after she stepped out of Sweet Daddy's car and onto the street. She was fresh, white and the new sensation on the block. It did not take long for the word to get out. Her first client was a white, well dressed man who came in a late model car. After about a year she finally adjusted and began to prefer the privacy of her own room. Correction – one hundred and forty eight surviving. A door across from me opens, a mature woman steps out, announcing my name. “That’s for your little nest under the bed. “Have you ever seen a woman look at you like that?” Mistress asked Sister Julia, the pair of them glancing down at me. There was desire in Sister Julia’s emerald eyes, there was greed as well, but there was mostly pity, and it insulted me. I watched Sister Julia through narrowed eyes as I moaned and rotated my lips, showing her what an honor-what a privilege - it was to suck this cock. What the flying fuck was she talking about? “I’ll see you in the Great Hall later.” Then I pull the pants over her both fresh shaved legs very slowly and she adds: "Oh my god!". You push the vibrator all the way into my ass with one slow thrust. He was finger banging her ass and pounding her pussy for all it is worth. If she feels his throat up, then it'll be harder for him to speak. “Mmm, look at them go,” Maria purred, pressing against my left side. Soon the bottle was empty and it had its effects on all.