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  • “OK, but why this, PLATO?” Richard asked, gesturing around with his arms. “Because he basically had your brain and he had the hots for me,” Marcella answered. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It was great for me, but he needed to know what a man feels during sex,” Richard smiled wryly at Plato and asked, “Did you learn that?” “Yes, I did,” Plato responded. The kindly philosopher somehow looked very smug. “And you tricked me into coming in Share tonight so he could listen in– or whatever– to my feelings?” Richard said sharply to Marcella. “Yes, I did,” she replied, looking down at the floor. Then she yelped shrilly as Richard grabbed her and pulled her over his lap. She yelped even more shrilly as the first swat slammed into her ass. Ten times Richard struck, and ten times she screeched. After the tenth swat, he let her up. She stood quietly rubbing her sore ass and sniffling slightly. “I guess I deserved that,” she said between sniffs, “but I would do it again because PLATO needed to know what he was.” “And I may spank you again,” Richard said, “just because you need it regularly.” “If you fuck me first... or leather maybe afterwards...” Marcella replied, “it would be worth it.” “She somehow enjoyed that spanking despite feeling pain,” Plato said. “Her feelings of being overpowered were... interesting.” His quizzical look turned to a broad smile as he said, “And I found your feelings, Richard, as you spanked her and noted the redness of her ass to somehow be very satisfying.” “I think you might have the opportunity to study those feelings further in the future, Plato,” Richard said. red ass “Now I think that I and Miss Henry have a lot to discuss.” “And you both had best get dressed,” Plato responded. “The maintenance crew will be here shortly.” END OF STORY The Little Ignorant Slut 3 (f, Mf, best) This is the continuing tale of Jane, the little ignorant slut. It is a silly, whimsical story about a young girl with a very overactive sex drive. Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real skirt life, also, the author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals in real life. bdsm It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don't be a dick with other people's lives! Summary of previous chapters; Jane’s mother and father had agreed to let Jane have sex with her two brothers and her sister, to allow them to help her with her ‘special problem.’ Jane showed off her sexual prowess and enjoyed a tremendous, bone-shaking orgasm. “Michael that was amazing. I started rubbing her belly to calm her down. “Oh, Mommy, I'm going to eat you out.” bdsm Both of them were ignoring the sexual tension intensifying between them. This was definitely going to be a night where she didn’t break. I The force of the impact threw Heather off her feet. red ass “You didn’t open the front door like that did you Georgia?” It’s so erotic!” Deana asked. Reality slewed like I’d swallowed a pill, a mind-bending drug. It taught me that I certainly didn't feel any emotional connection or attraction to men.� Severe blood vessel ruptures caused all sorts of shades to emerge all over the surface of Lindsey's fucked up bosoms. “I'm just so happy,” I said, wrenching open the front door. “Damn fine job. “What’s Finn’s problem?” she asks. I pushed a second finger to join the first. Mariana replied furiously, “I didn’t say that Niky.” The leather Heat Bringer’s true legacy is not what is left behind, but what is no longer there. I skirt throw back my head and let out very loud moan! The lockjaw is hanging over my cock, and bouncing against my balls and the parcel tape I have in my left hand, when I walk through the empty restaurant looking for Katin. The lock on my head from both her hands and her knees was just short of painful. She found them in the courtyard. I broke the kiss and said, “Let's dance.” Around the office we called it the “cum pan.” I instructed him to also pull his testicles out of his pants and to proceed to masturbate and to shoot his Share semen onto the pan.
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