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  • He fucked into the sticky mess, and it oozed out of her cunt each time he thrust home to give her another squirt. She was moaning and climaxing, her legs wrapped around his thighs and her hands clawing at his chest as she urged him to give her more. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and crawled up her chest, his dripping prick protruding before him. She took it in Pick up her hands, relishing the sticky feel of cum that coated his cock, and she fed it into her mouth, sucking hard. "Why were you so hesitant?" she asked as they shared a shower, soaping each other. "Were you afraid of me?" "Noelle, baby," he said, shaking his head, "a guy in my position has to be careful. I can't just fuck anything that looks good while I'm on the road. You're a total doll, sure, but there are some girls around who aren't as neat and clean as you. I'm a married man, and reality my wife would kill me if I came home with a dose of something nasty." "You're married?" she said, stiffening. Somehow that changed the whole complexion of things. "Why didn't you say so?" "Hey, doll, my wife is a long way from here, and what she doesn't know can never hurt her, right?" Anna brushed past him, out of the shower. "That's what I used to think," she said over her shoulder as she picked up her clothes. "But it isn't true at all." Downstairs, in the lounge, she tossed down a drink. I'm no better than Jan Darcy, she thought. A couple of anal men tried to hit on her, but she wasn't in the mood. She ordered a second drink, took a sip, and a hand brushed her shoulder. She turned and found herself looking at a pretty, petite blonde woman. "You wanna make a quick hundred?" the woman asked. "I'm in a bind and I could really use some help." She thinks I'm a hooker! Anna realized, a few sentences into the conversation. She blushed, but the darkness hid her embarrassment, and the blonde didn't notice. "It's an easy trick," she said. "I've got this john upstairs who wants two girls, and that rotten bitch Daisy has fucking vanished on me. She was supposed to help me, but I can't find her. She's probably blowing somebody's dog for pocket change. She's such a cunt!" She smiled and ran her fingers up and down Anna's bare arm. "C'mon, babe, it's no problem. All you have to do is watch while he fucks me. He likes an audience, as long as it's a female audience. Will ya? My old man will beat the crap outta me if I don't come home with some cash. You'll be saving my life and my ass. The trick is three hundred, and you get a hundred just for watching. Say yes, honey, please?" The blonde, who called herself Shari, was snuggling up to a guy in his forties. He was bald on top, with a small belly showing under his t-shirt and a big wad inside his shorts. He had everything going for him: He was a senior, incredibly popular, and it was widely known that college scouts had already been to our school’s football games to watch him play. She sighed into my mouth as we continued to kiss deeply and slowly, our tongues dancing around each other. “No.” while to go to sleep remembering her body pressed against me and her kiss with Before we came back in I lifted her skirt and positioned another egg in her wet pussy. I looked at the coin floating above the bed and put my hand under it. “Ooh, don't talk about my futa-mother right now!” I panted, her pussy clenching around me. Impressive. With me now knowing of the current age that I was in, I could use all of the currency up to the time that I was in now, minus one year for safety’s sake. Housewarming I know you love them, but no stories for a while. "Oh, god! I’m gonna cum! Reggie was still slowly pumping his cock in and out of her doggy style. She was oblivious to her own faults. This was more like it. It was only when Ryan whispered, “nice view,” that I realised that when I’d bent over Pick up in front of Tom and Ben they would have been able to see down my top, and when I bent over in front of Ryan, Tom and Ben would have seen my butt and what’s between the cheeks. I'm still so fucking horny. James stepped away from her, putting distance between the two of them. “so out of curiosity, if you kissed me, would you feel like you're kissing a guy anal or a girl? Prestira responded, enticed beyond caution by the sample I’d given her. Jack laughed again, “Well, the poker doesn’t start til 10 so…” he shrugged and took a large mouthful of his beer. By now she's wanting a cock inside her wet cunt, and it didn't matter whose, just so it scratches her itch that was so deep inside her cunt only a full hard on cock can reach it. I think the people in the next town probably heard.” Amanda said with a scholarly tone, “Here, like reality this.” She yanked our friend’s manhood from my grasp and proceeded to bob her head up and down on it several times before slowing down and taking him completely in. She kept his cock buried down her throat for a moment as if to prove a point. Her stomach suffused into a nervous pink firestorm.
  • It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn’t scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could feel that familiar feeling in my lower belly. By the time the fifth landed I was getting the first hint of coming orgasm and was feeling very frustrated when I realised that it was the fifth stroke. Just when I thought that it was all over (I’d forgotten that I was getting 10 lashes) and that I wasn’t going have my frustrations relieved, a sixth stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my backside a bit and I started moving it from side to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic bone was nice. During the next 2 strokes my climax increased, and on the ninth stroke I came. It was a loud orgasm as well. I was shouting, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” thinking that no one would be able to understand what I was saying. I’m sure that I felt my juices shooting out of my pussy. I think anal that my moving a bit caused the tenth stroke to land slightly away from the rest (which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last stroke got my left cheek and then wrapped round to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven. The tenth stroke was the last one and the bucket of water felt good as well. The policemen carried me back to my original ‘U’ and tied me up again. I don’t think I could have walked. One of the policemen said something else to the crowd and then all the policemen left. I was still on a bit of a high and not really feeling the pain when Abdul came up to me and said, “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” I didn’t reply so after a minute or so he said, “I’ll be back for you at dusk.” The afternoon wasn’t like the morning, there were a lot more people around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come round and was sobbing again. The lad wasn’t looking too good either. Some of the men (and reality boys) prodded and poked my breasts and pussy. One of the cheeky sods actually put a finger into me and moved it round in me. I didn’t see them do that to the young girl, but a couple girls went and had a close look at the lad. Quite a few people (male and female) had a close look at my lack of pubic hair and little gold rings. I guess that there weren’t many (if any) women in Morocco that are like me. The afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the drinks of water that the policemen gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn’t on us (me) much. I was quite close to a building and got shaded by it. When dusk finally arrived the policemen came back and so Pick up did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were untied and then dragged away – still naked. The policemen cut me down, bound my wrists and ankles, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive. It was getting dark and the policemen had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 young lads were. Once the policemen had long gone the lads came up to me. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but it was obvious that they were talking about me and my body. I was still mastering the language, but getting better every day. A sound like wind, every woman letting out her breath at Pick reality up once. It is about the same girth and maybe a little shorter. I moaned about my daughter's clit. He said the reddish even captured the reddish tones in my hair. "Yes," she quietly answered. “The next day, you looked so happy, and I wondered if I caused that. "Five O'clock. I was using it anal as an example of technical writing for my English class. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft silky voice of hers that seemed to flow like cream out of a glass. Hell… I may not like being on the road like that……….