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Friday, October 17th, 2008

across her tender cheeks.
“OHHH-OHHH please!, that’s th-three”, she stammered, the
cane already starting to bring up the tears.
Again she heard the whoosh of the thin cane cutting the air
between her fathers arm and her upturned bum, WHAP!!!, then the
searing pain shot across her denuded bottom.
“AAHHHH, oh please”, she cried, “please it hurts daddy!”.
“I told you it was supposed to hurt my girl, and I also
told you to count each stroke, now you have two extra waiting
for you at the end.”
“No,no, please n-not that, I won’t forget again!”
“You knew what you were supposed to do Lisa, and
you were told what you would get if you didn’t.” George said
as he raised the cane again.
SWISSHHH CRACK!! once again finding it’s target.
“OOOOOO, th-th-that’s f-five daddy”,she cried.
“That’s more like it.” said George tapping the cane
on her bottom, taking aim at the lowest part, right at the
point where the thighs and buttocks meet.
WHOOSH CRACK!! the cane landed right on target causing
Lisa to immeadiatly put her hands back there to try and rub
her sore bottom.
“OWWWWwW”, she wailed, “th-that’s s-s-six!”.
George looked at the sobbing girl’s bare bottom, now
the two perfectly shaped globes were no longer pure white,
they had six angry red parallel lines across them.
Taking back the cane, George took aim and landed another
stinger across the broadest part of Lisa’s naked ass.
“OHHHHH, th-that’s s-seven! Please d-d-addy, I-I’m
sorry!”, she implored.
George however had no intentions of stopping until she
had recieved everything that he felt she had coming to her.
Even as these last words were escaping her lips he again
brought the cane down onto her quickly reddening backside.
CRACK!! “OHHHHHH!”, she yelled, this time taking a
few seconds to regain her composure enough to count the
eighth cut. By now she was crying continually, barely able
to control her sobbing enough to count the strokes.
SWISSHHH CRACK! WHAP! CRACK!! CRACK!! the cane landed
four more times. Each cut seeming to find a new place.
Lisa was crying uncontrollably by this time, her ass
now covered from top to bottom with red lines, the first
cuts had already started to puff and welt in places. It was
taking almost half a minute for her to count the last two
strokes she recieved, and she still had six more to go!
George decided to let her rest for a few minutes to
regain some of her composure for the next six. While he was
standing behind her waiting and looking at his handiwork
so far, he noticed between her spread legs that the lips of
her young sex were damp and swollen even as she cried.
This did not surprise him much, he remembered his sister
telling him about the feelings she got after being caned
by his father in much the same manner as Lisa was being
caned now. Not to mention his wife’s reactions after he
uses it on her.
“Now Lisa,” he said, “you have six of the best still
to come plus two for the one you didn’t count, you don’t have
to count these but I expect you to remain perfectly still,
do you understand?”.
“Oh please!”, she began to sob anew,”please no more, I
can’t take anymore, I’ll be good now, I promise!”.
“Yes you will when I’ve finished with your naughty
bottom, and you can take much more should the need arise,
now get yourself ready for the rest of your punishment”.
She doubted that she could take anymore, her bottom
already felt like it was being stung by a swarm of angry
bees. But she also knew that her father planned on doing
just as he said and he could not be dissuaded once he had
passed sentence. So, crying into the bedspread, she raised her
now very sore bare bottom back up for six of the best.
George was not a cruel man, he normally would have
stopped at the 12 already delivered, but this was a lesson
he wanted to make sure he got across, his daughter
is smart enough to know not to steal already, this time her
and her friend, Jennifer had gotten off easy though. Had the
manager not known Tom and himself he might have called the police,
and what a mess that would’ve been thought George. No, he had to
make sure that this would not happen again.
Stepping behind Lisa once more, he raised the cane high
and let it fall.
SWISSSHHH THWACK!! the welt rising almost immeadiately
this time, right across the lower part of her buttocks.
“AIIEEE!”, wailed Lisa,”oh please not so hard”.
THWACK!!! again the cane landed leaving a raised weal,
as would all of the next 4, plus the two penalty strokes.
“AHHHHHH, I-I’m sorry, I w-w-won’t d-d-do it ag-again,
oh pleeeease s-stop!” she wailed. But it would do no good, by
the time he had given her the fourth cut she could only mutter
unintelligible sounds between her sobs.
After delivering the six, George told her that she had
two more to go, these he delivered in rapid succession to her
crimson cheeks.
WHISSHHH THWACK!!! SWISSHHH CRACK!!!
Both cuts left welts rising anew on the surface of her
well marked bottom flesh, each stroke feeling like a white hot
branding iron being applied to her poor bottom.
A long wail was all that escaped Lisa’s quivering lips,
she was crying to hard for anything else to be understood.
As George was finishing the last two strokes he noticed
that her pink slit was now open to view between the now open and
puffy lips of her vagina, and dripping wet! He still wasn’t sure
why some women responded to the cane in this manner, but he
thought he might have to find an excuse to cane his wife tonight.
Then he could soothe her sore bottom and relieve the building
tension from the caning he had just administered, this was one
of their favorite forms of foreplay.
He looked at her asscheeks, quivering with her sobbing,
they were striped from top to bottom where thigh and ass come
together, both cheeks were covered with welts colored from pink
to angry red
George told Lisa that he hadn’t wanted to punish her so
severly, but had no choice since she was old enough to know
right from wrong, and that he would do it again should the need
arise.
Lisa, through her sobs, said she understood and that she
was sorry and it would not happen again.
He stayed and comforted her until she had her crying under
control, then told Lisa to stay in her room for an hour to contemplate
what had just taken place, and then left her alone.
Gingerly, after her father had left, Lisa rolled onto her
back, nightdress still around her shoulders. The sheet felt rough
on her naked bottom and it stung like mad. She lifted up and rubbed
her hand across her cheeks feeling the welts left there by the cane.
She noticed how her young pussy was starting to throb as the sharp
pain turned to a dull ache in her ass. Reaching down with her other
hand she began to masturbate herself until she reached orgasm. At
times she wondered if something were wrong with her the way she
got turned on after getting the cane, but she figured if that’s
what worked with her that she would have to find someone who
would do that to her once she started going out with boys, until
then she could still rest assured of at least one a month here
at home. With the sound of the cane still in her ears she rolled
over and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of a handsome man standing
behind her as she knelt down and raised her ass…. .

END OF PART 2

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Friday, October 10th, 2008

Archive-author: anonymous
Archive-title: Road Trip, The – Part 2

Our road trip lovers are in their beachside condo on the Gulf Coast,
enjoying the sun and sand. This story may not be altered or sold without
my permission.

White sand crunches and squeaks as we head for the beach. For not
liking the two-piece swimsuit, it fits you well. Such a nice
tan…you’ll stand out against the cream colored sand.

“Dunes, or beach?”
“We’ll try both. Hope you brought the Tropic oil. I don’t wanna burn.”
“Got it here.” And down to the beach we go.

Soft lapping surf covers and uncovers the tidal beach. Spreading
your towel shows off your cleavage quite well. Since we got here
Saturday (and all the antics in the van), we have seen maybe 5
people on the beach. A twinge in my crotch signals the arousal
you seem to bring out in me. O.K., call it lust.

“May I oil you up? I promise to be discreet.”
“Please do. And no need to be discreet. Rub it all over me,
especially the shoulders. You always did my shoulders so
good….”

I fill my palms with oil and apply it to all exposed skin I can
get to. It glistens as the sun hits it. The texture of soft,
warm, slippery skin is getting to me already. I fill my hands
with you, rubbing oil everywhere the suit isn’t. Now the
back…another sensuous part of you I don’t see much of. Then
across the rear to the thighs. They slide apart slowly as I rub
them up and down. Hmmm, your toes are curling. Does it feel
that good. A barely audible purr bubbles from your throat.

“Shall I stop?”
“No, no, please keep going. That feels sooooo good.”

You’re such a little plaything; finding pleasure in almost
anything. Down to the calves, and massaging the muscles with
fingertips, and caressing skin with the palms. There’s that
aroma again. Arousal. Is it me, or you? I glide back up to the
thighs, and they part at the knees, giving me access to the inner
thighs. I tease for a bit, stopping just short of the garden.
Then back outside. Both my hands go under the leg loops of the
suit and stroke your cheeks. They tense with the feeling. I
pull the suit down below your fanny and oil up both sides and
work it in. The smell of passion is getting stronger. I plant a
tongue kiss on each cheek, and they stiffen in response. My suit
is getting tight with my own arousal.

I straddle your rear with my hips, pressing my hardness into your
firm bottom. It flexes and gives me a little squeeze. I work
the muscles with both palms. Occasionally, I sneak a hand down
to caress the swells of your breasts, flowing out of the top.
Finally, and regretfully, you are covered with oil. I lean back
to admire your form: glistening skin, brown as fried chicken,
white cheeks under me, thighs open to invite me in.

“All done.”
“But what about the front?” said with doe eyes.
“If I do your front, your back will never tan. Besides, I could
spend an hour just on that glorious bosom of yours.”
“Well, when I roll over, please do me.”

No problem.

I sit up to watch the surf quietly roll in…not quite low tide.
The beach is very wide now. Sea gulls and terns squabble over
the piece of seaweed or crab. Not a person in sight. It’s so
quiet.

I look down at you sweating. Or is that oil? Probably both.
Some ten minutes have passed. I loosen the tie for the top of
your suit…no tan lines here. I lie back down and gently rub my
hand over your back and redistribute the lotion. Finally, an
unbroken line from neck to thighs. The touch of your warm skin
thrills me. I hope I never tire of touching you. I see a smile
sneak across your face.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just like the way it feels.” A pause, then…
“I was remembering that drive we took in that sports car you had.
I was so naughty…teasing you like that. It was nice sucking
you, except for the steering wheel. You were naughty,
too…asking for a kiss down there, then backing away…”
“You didn’t see the police car across the street.”
“No…I was busy…with other things.”

My hand tarries at your fanny and rolls the palm over both
cheeks. Then the joining of thigh and hip gets caressed. A
stray finger slides inbetween thighs now just far enough apart to
allow a swipe or two. I slide closer to you. There is some heat
coming off your body.

“You feel warm. Maybe you want to roll over?”
“What did you have in mind?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

Archive-author: ErosJer (jerrylv@uottawa.cms)
Archive-title: Pamela’s Panty-hose? Nevermore!

I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray’s note on photoswap, “two letters
to the editor in pamela’s pantyhose”.. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, “Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual – and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties – that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!”
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother’s recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she’d probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future – even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some “thigh high sheer stockings”… I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn’t seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela’s throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs – then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam’s
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin… so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
“heaven” I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me – Pam wasn’t wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch – but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office… she said, “It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car’s seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I’m so glad you
approve!!!” (note to female readers… please give this sensual dressing
technique a try… you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) – you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer

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Sunday, October 5th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Night Nurse

My most unusual and erotic sexual experience occurred several years ago near
the end of my sophomore year in college. I had just finished an afternoon
exam and thought I would stop by a campus bar for a few beers on my way home.
The bar I stopped at was a grad student hangout, but was also occasionally
frequented by locals. I liked the place because of the diverse crowd and
because they had the cheapest beer on campus.

When I walked in I was startled at how busy the place was at four in the
afternoon. Every table had someone sitting at it! This really wasn’t a
problem since each table was very long with benches on each side leaving
me several seating possibilities. I got a beer at the bar and positioned
myself at the end of a table near the back of the bar. Sitting at the
other end of the table were several women in nurses uniforms. From
the the smattering of conversation I heard over the sound of the juke box,
I gathered that they had just finished an unusually rough shift at the local
hospital. They must have been there a while because there were several empty
pitchers on the table.

I was busy working on my second beer and attempting to think of some way to
introduce myself when they all got up to leave. All of them that is, but
the nurse at the far end of the table. She still had a full beer and I heard
her tell her friends that she would stick around to finish it before she
headed home. To be honest, I don’t think I even noticed her before her
friends got up to leave. She was older than the others, probably early
thirties and a little over weight. Her hair was bleach blond with about an
inch of dark roots showing. Her eyebrows had been over plucked and she
used lots of blue eye shadow which even back then seemed out-of-style. I
guess you would say she wasn’t much of a catch, but I remember thinking at
the time that there was a certain sleaziness about her looks which really
turned me on.

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I slid down to her end of the table. I
introduced myself and launched into my usual patter about the weather and
local sports teams. She was obviously bored, but she politely sipped
her beer and listened to my monologue. When her beer was empty, she said
that she needed to go pee. Without thinking I blurted out “can I watch?”.
To this day, I’m not sure why I say it. Maybe I was trying to be sarcastic
since I figured she was using the bathroom as an excuse to slip out the
back door. In any case, I never expected her reaction. She sat back down,
leaned forward, looked me straight in the eyes and said “really?”. The
intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her tone took me completely
by surprise. I didn’t know what to say. I sat there for what felt like an
eternity before I finally choked out “sure”. She stood up, extended her
hand and said “Well then, lets go.”.

This was the first time I had seen her standing. Although I had noticed that
she was on the plump side, I hadn’t expected her to have such a heavy bottom.
Her white nursing slacks were tight against her large round ass. Her tight
slacks and small breasts may have helped make her ass and thighs seem
disproportionately large, but there was just no denying it, this woman had
a big butt! I just sat there staring at her, trying to figure out what I
was getting into. Finally she said “are you coming or not?”. Still dazed, I
got up and took her hand. She lead me toward the back of the bar to the rear
exit which led into an alley behind the bar. I asked her where we were
going, and she replied that she had an apartment just around the corner.
Still holding her hand we walked down the alley together. When I finally
had regained enough composure to ask just what she had planned for me, she
just said “Shhh, just enjoy the moment. I’ll take care of everything.”. We
walked the rest of the way in silence.

When we got to her apartment, she lead me straight to the bedroom. She told
me very matter-of-factly to take off my clothes and lay on the bed. As I
undressed, she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and watched.
When I pulled my jockey shorts off to reveal my rock hard erection, I saw her
smile for the very first time. Without a word, she gestured for me to lie
down on the bed. After I did so, she reached behind my head and pulled
out two dark strips of material from beneath the mattress and began to tie
the end of one to my wrist. I must have had panic written all over my face
as she stopped immediately and said “Don’t worry, they’re just silk ties.
I’ll tie them loose so you can get free if you really want to.”. I nodded my
head sheepishly and she continued to tie my wrists. She then pulled the ends
of two more ties from under the end of the mattress and tied my ankles. She
tucked two pillows under the back of my head so that my head was angled so
that I could see the foot of the bed. I gently tested my restraints and
found that although loose as promised, my movement was limited to swaying
slightly from side to side.

Once my “host” felt I was properly positioned, she went to the foot of the
bed and began to slowly undress. She began by unbuttoning her blouse to
reveal a white lace bra. Next she pulled down her slacks, all the while,
staring me straight in the eyes. Next she turned and slowly bent over,
showing me her big ass which was barely covered by her white cotton panties.
She slowing began to pull them down to reveal her huge pillowy ass cheeks.
Turning, she caught me licking my lips and said “like what you see so far?”.
I just nodded and gave her my best lecherous grin. All she said was “good”
as she climbed onto the bed. Straddling my chest, her pussy was only
a foot from my face. It was covered with a thick thatch of brown hair which
started as a little trickle of hair at the navel and grew into a dark
triangle which disappeared between her meaty thighs. Very slowly and
deliberately, she began to play with her pussy. At first just by running
her fingers through the hair. Gradually, her fingers began to probe between
her plump pussy lips. As she spread them, I could see her prominent pink
labia and the bud of her swollen clitoris. I was mesmerized by the sight
and the smell. My cock was aching as I drooled over the beautiful pussy
that was being fingered just inches from my face. She seemed to be
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008

be fucked at any moment. Those who enjoy the taste of female fuck as
much as Doctor John and nurse Donna and I do certainly find a hole
such as yours a true delight.” Donna added a third finger as she
began kissing Lauren’s soft thigh. Lauren was hunching hotly now and
her breathing could be heard throughout the room.
“Do you like for someone to drink from your spurting fountain,
Lauren?”, I asked.
Lauren opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. Clearing
her throat nervously and reaching out to touch Donna’s leg under her
white dress she replied, “Yes…yes, I love to be kissed there.”
Donna moved backward, giving the trembling Lauren more convenient
access to her legs and ass.
“You love to be eaten? To let men and women rub your dripping
cunt in their face? You love to spread your precious legs open and
hunch your clit against someones nose or chin?”
Lauren’s hips began bucking fiercly now and Donna put in yet
another finger, rubbing her thumb against her hard clit and pressing
all four fingers hard to the bottom of the slithery slit.
“Yessss!” She almost shouted the affirmative answer. “Yesss, I
love it. I need it! I want it NOW!” She trust her hips hard against
Donna’s invading hand, grinding them in a large circle as if trying to
wind herself onto the nurse’s arm.
“And do you enjoy the taste of female fuck as well, Lauren? Do
you enjoy eating pretty wet pussies and sucking clits between those
soft lips of yours? Do you crave the smell and the taste of cunt
juice?”
“YESSSS!! You know I do!….Gawd!!!! What you are doing to
me!!”, she replied, beside herself with passion. She now had her hand
between Donna’s legs and was sliding two fingers under her panties and
into Donna’s anxiously awaiting hole. The pan beneath her own cunt
was overflowing now and the bubbly giz was running down the front of
the examining table in a steady stream.
Walking over to Donna’s side and looking straight into Lauren’s
eyes I pulled Donna’s skirt up to her waist, allowing Lauren to see
the pretty thighs that were spread opened for her and her own fingers
pumping in and out of the bi-sexual nurses bottom.
“Do you want some juice, Lauren? Do you want to taste some
female fuck? Tell us, Lauren. Tell us, you trembling little slut!”
“YESSSSSSS!!!! Gawwwwd Yessssss!! Please!!”, she cried, her body
now alive with passion, her hips pumping, her hand working feverishly
at the nurse cunt in front of her. Donna was moving her hips
appreciatively and was beginning to work her thumb into the wild river
of juice that was hers to do with as she wished.
Reaching to my left I took the vial of vaginal fluids from the
table and walked around Donna to Lauren’s head. I swirled the vial
full of juice around and around in front of Lauren’s face, letting her
see the glass full of her own fucking lubricant.
Holding the glass vial to her lips I spoke to her hotly, but
quietly. “Open your mouth, my little bird, and be fed. Drink the
nectar of birth, the liquid of love, the slush of sex. Feel it coat
your tongue and your throat as it pours into your body as few if any
women have ever experienced it.” I tilted the vial back as Lauren
opened her mouth widely, pouring the whitish gism into her mouth and
watching delightedly as she swallowed drink after drink of her own
fuck juice.
Donna was going wild now, her hips fucking themselves back on
Lauren’s distracted hand, her left hand reaching behind her to hold
Lauren’s wrist steady as she screwed her own needy cunt against the
juice drinking slut’s fingers.
As I lifted the vial from Lauren’s lust distorted face, Donna
shoved her whole hand into Lauren’s pulsating pit, screaming out in
her own orgasm. Lauren gasp, her mouth open, strings of her own fuck
juice stretching spider-web like from the top of her mouth to the
bottom. At first nothing came out and her body rose into the air and
seem to freeze there as if time were standing still. Then suddenly a
deep scream began somewhere within Lauren, hissing out at first and
rising in volume as it escaped her. Her body began trembling
violently and I reached out to hold her shoulders down for fear that
she would somehow throw herself from the table. John reached forward
and held her legs to the stirrups, watching with astonished delight as
her body convulsed in front of us, twisting, turning, humping,
hunching, thrusting in wild passion, her crazed orgasm erupting like a
volcano inside her.
As her contractions began losing intensity, John, beside himself
with lust for this wonderfully responsive woman, took his rock hard
cock from his pants. Taking Donna’s wet arm from between Lauren’s
legs and removing her hand from the still trembling hole, he rammed
his dick into Lauren and began fucking her deeply.
I took Donna into my arms and kissed her deeply as John fucked
the moaning Lauren. Then turning her around and bending her over so
that she could kiss Lauren’s fuck scented mouth, I ripped her wet
panties from her bottom and spreading her pert anus with juice from
her well fingered cunt began screwing her in the ass.
John and I were two pistoning animals, fucking the two women with
all the might our hips could provide, driving our bodies forward, and
grasping at the submissive slut waists before us. Donna’s tongue was
driving deeply into Lauren’s mouth, licking at the remains of cunt
juice that were there, trying to drive itself down into Lauren’s
throat as deeply as the cock that was ripping into her bowels.
The noise we were making had not gone unnoticed in the office,
and one of the young nurses opened the door to see if everything was
alright. I turned to see her with her hand at her mouth and pulled
her by her arm to me roughly as I continued fucking her fellow nurse
and pressed her mouth to mine, pulling her vibrant young body to me
forcefully. She fought my advances at first, but as my tongue began
doing battle with hers and as her nostrils filled with the strong
scent of sex in the room she kissed me back deeply, rubbing her body
against mine as my hips pumped her friend full of thick man meat.
John began coming, grunting as the streams of white hot cum shot
through his pulsating member. He raised his hands, carrying Lauren’s
smooth legs upward with them as he clenched his teeth and spurted out
his sperm into his patient.
I felt the young nurse reach for my balls to stroke them as she
kissed me, and ran my hand down over her tight ass, pulling her skirt
up and squeezing her tight cheeks tightly as my own orgasm erupted
within me. Nurse ass drove back against my crotch as Donna fucked
back on my spurting cock and nurse cunt rubbed itself against my left
thigh as the newest member of our group fucked herself against me. It
felt as if my insides were being pulled out of me through my dick as
Donna’s talented anus clenched and opened and milked my throbbing
member dry. Spurt after spurt flew into her, long streams of thick
cum, over and over again until I felt as if I would fall weak-kneed in
the floor from its force as it poured out of me.
Finally it was over. I continued kissing the nurse in my arms as
I regained my strength and as my softening dick slid from Donna’s well
used asshole. Moving from in front of me and kneeling behind the very
hot nurse, Donna began licking at her now very wet bottom and ate her
to a climax as she continued rubbing her tits and crotch against my
thigh. Her orgasm was strong and sweet and when John and I walked
from the office we left the two nurses kissing each other in the floor
beside the examining table.
We allowed Lauren to rest for a while and then continued our
examination, allowing the other nurse to participate with us as well.
When we were done Lauren’s cunt was no longer spilling its precious
juice into the room, but had become quite dry, at least by her
standards. With her permission we took her to John’s house for the
night and allowed her to sleep there rather than returning home. The
next morning we began using her again, and used her continuously for
most of the day.
Over the next several days we were able to reduce the amount of
time we spent using Lauren continuously bit by bit until her cunt was
able to go as long as eight hours at a time without leaking its
fragrant and delicious fluid in its stream-like fashion. Lauren was
pleased with the results of her treatment, relieved that she could at
least get through a normal day’s work without the “problem” she had
struggled with for so long.
John keeps me posted with respect to Lauren’s condition. A
recent call seemed to indicate that she was going into remission to
the extent that further treatment may be necessary. I can hardly
wait!

–

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Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Lauren’s Leaky Lips

I have a friend in a near-by city who is a gynecologist and who
is familiar with my sexual interests, having been a guest in my home
on many occasions. When in the course of looking between spread legs
I find something that I think he might enjoy seeing, I let him know
and he returns the favor when possible.
John is several years younger than I and quite an attractive
guy. He has always been a sports nut and stays in great shape by
jogging and playing volleyball and racquetball often. He is a very
professional man but does bend the rules a bit when he knows his
patients want him to.
Whenever he calls and invites me to visit him during office hours
I know I’m in for a treat. Such an invitation means that he has a
special patient, one whom he is sure I will enjoy helping him to
examine, and who will enjoy being examined by me. Over the years
we’ve had some interesting experiences, but none more interesting than
this last.
The appointed time was 2:00 pm on Thursday, and I was there right
on time. John’s nurses are accustomed to my coming to visit and all
but one of them believes me to be another physician whom John
sometimes calls in to consult with him. That’s usually how John
introduces me to the patients as well. The one nurse who knows I’m
not a doctor also knows exactly why I’m there and enjoys my visits as
much as John and I do, perhaps even more. Donna was a nurse in my
hometown for several years and I helped her get the job with John.
You may remember her from one of my earlier stories.
The patient whom we were to examine was a pretty young girl named
Lauren. Lauren was a sandy haired girl, age 22, with long shapely
legs and fine whispy cunt hair. She was very attracted to John and
had made several comments to him which indicated she was available
whenever he wanted her. Up to this point John had flirted back just a
bit, but had mostly kept the relationship on a professional level.
When Lauren had first come to John she came for just a routine
examination and pap smear having been referred by her family doctor.
John knew there must be something more than just the routine
examination involved but hadn’t been called by the family doctor and
didn’t know exactly what to expect.
His first examination of Lauren revealed quite a bit about why
she had been referred. Lauren knew exactly why she was there, but was
quite embarrassed about it and didn’t mention it prior to John’s
initial examination. He told me most of her background as we examined
her, feeling quite free to talk openly to me in her presence, even
with nurse Donna there as well.
Lauren was lying on the examining table with her legs in the
stirrups and her gown pulled up all the way to her waist. She was
very polite and at first didn’t seem too affected by my presence,
under the circumstances. Donna stood to the left of Lauren, her hand
on Lauren’s thigh and John and I stood at the foot of the table
looking at her private parts as John talked.
“As you may have already noticed, Doctor Wade, Lauren is an
especially interesting patient, and I wanted your input concerning her
“problem”, although frankly I’m not sure that I consider it to be a
real problem, if you know what I mean.” John reached between Lauren’s
legs and pointed to her body parts as he continued.
“Her vaginal opening is normal in size and configuration, her
hymen no longer intact. The clitoris (he touched it with the tip of
his ungloved finger as he spoke) is of normal size and responds to
stimuli in a very normal fashion. (He stroked Lauren’s clit, allowing
it to swell and extend itself as we watched. Donna licked her lips
and smiled at Lauren as her hips jerked from the contact) As you can
see, the labia major are un-remarkable and have the elasticity which
one might expect at Lauren’s age and degree of sexual experience.”
(John spread her outer cunt lips open with two fingers of his right
hand, allowing me to look further inside her pussy)
“The labia minor also appear to be normal in every way, and there
is no evidence of any damage at any time from abnormal insertions or
other such activities. Lauren informs me that so far at least there
have been no such activities which have been a part of her sexual
experiences.” (I glanced up at Lauren to see her blushing rather
deeply. Donna was rubbing Lauren’s thigh lightly now and still
smiling broadly)
“The unusual thing about Lauren, as you can well see, is the
copious amounts of vaginal fluids which flow from her opening. Lauren
was reluctant at first to discuss this with me, but we have overcome
that fear now, haven’t we Lauren?”
“Yes, John, er doctor”, she said blushing even more deeply, “I
promised to be very open about it with you and I feel okay about it
now. You’ve been very good to allow me to feel the freedom to talk
honestly about it. Doctor Jones (her family doctor) seemed to be
embarrassed about it for me and I think thats one of the main reasons
he suggested I come to see you.”
“Tell Doctor Wade how this unusually heavy flow of juices affects
your daily activities, Lauren”, John requested. Donna was now
replacing the pan which had been placed under Lauren’s bottom with an
empty one and poured the sweet smelling fluid into a large vial on the
counter next to the examining table. A large drop of fluid dropped
from her left cunt lip to the metal pan, making a plopping sound as it
hit the bottom. Another drop quickly followed, making a similar but
lower pitched sound as it landed beside the other one.
Lauren began talking, her voice a bit hoarse and raspy. It was
obvious that she was somewhat aroused by the examination.
“For the last six months I have had to wear maxi pads regularly
to avoid soiling my clothing”, she said her eyes moving back and forth
nervously from Donna to me. Donna patted her thigh gently with
understanding.
“At first I thought that I must be unconciously having wet dreams
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf part4

Friday, September 26th, 2008

“No, not on my account. I lived in Paris for a year, so it doesn’t really

bother me much. Stay if you like. I’ll admit, though, that I had to switch

gears there. I never expected it here.”

“Well, I’m done, if you want me to leave.”

“No, actually, it’s pretty funny. I could use a good laugh after what I’ve

gone through tonight. Damn machinery. Found a bug in the chip, and I thought

it was the simulator all this time. Stinking bug in the user interface covered

it up for two days.”

“Know what you mean. Had a few of those myself. Y’know, this is kind of

fun.”

“Yeah; kind of intimate, without anyone around to tell us how silly we’re

being.”

“Are we?”

“I guess not. If either of us thought so, we’d leave.”

“Yup.”

“Say, if you were done, what were you still doing in here? Smelling the

place? Is it any different?”

“Yeah, it’s different, but I couldn’t say how. Not really better or worse,

but like walking into a bathroom in a strange house.” I avoided her direct

question.

“So you stayed longer to smell a different smell?” The teasing in her voice

had obvious intent, and I could have played along if I hadn’t been actually

doing what she was jokingly implying. I swallowed as she finished her much-

needed peeing.

“Sorry, did I hit an indelicate subject?”

“No offense, but do you want to know the truth?” Very honest here, letting

her really think about it.

She thought. She came back in the same tone. “Yes, I’d really like to, and

thank you for the offer.”

We had just made a great leap in trust, not uncommon at large meetings, but

new to me on a personal level, in spite of my four years with this high-powered

organization.

“Well, I got the batch queue filled with diagnostic runs, had nothing to do,

and made the happy mistake of checking the newsgroup for erotic stories. There

was a particularly good one tonight. I had to come in here anyway, and uh,

quite frankly, I was following business with pleasure when you came in.”

“Wow! I’m flattered! Is this part of the company culture?”

“Doing it, no. Telling you about? I hardly think there’s a corporate

policy to cover it. Did I shock you?”

“No, actually, I’m quite honored to be trusted so much.” I heard her pull

off some toilet paper, and noticed under the stall partition how a dainty foot

moved slightly as she wiped.

“I hope I didn’t upset anything.”

“As long as we’re being honest, I was just getting into it. Surprise kind of

breaks the mood, though.”

“Yeah, it does. I’m sorry. Well, I’m done here. See you at the sink?”

“It’s a date.”

We both flushed, and I got myself composed again while she quickly re-did

whatever was undone, and headed up to the sinks. I heard two water spigots

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Working bankdep txt part2

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

That was the moment that Joannie clamped her mouth over the

head of my big dick and started sucking REAL hard!!

“You OK?” asked the blonde, giving me a beautiful smile.

I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was getting my hot

meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn’t know what the hell

was going on.

“Yeah,” I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who

wouldn’t be OK?

Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and

it was drenched with saliva. It isn’t easy counting while some-

one is chewing on your dick, and it took me three times before I

got it right.

Joan would run her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf

the staff, ramming it down her throat until I though I would grab

her. I’ve had blow jobs from Joannie before, but today she was at

her best.

Joan’s breathing was getting heavier and louder as she

swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a load

real soon.

“So where’s my money?” asked the teenage blonde.

Just as I passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs

giving me a great view of her pink pussy. She wasn’t wearing any

undergarments.

That did it. With a moan from me, my 9 1/2″ dick started to

shot load after load. Joan felt it, because she began pumping my

shaft harder and sucking on the head like a vacuum cleaner.

Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum-

stained shaft as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that

eager throat as she slurped and sucked every last drop.

The blonde was staring at me real funny , but my attention

was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue flick was

painful.

“Tell your friend I hope it was tasty,” the blonde said

before driving away.

“That was the biggest load you’ve ever shot,” Joan said,

giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my

pants.

We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when

work was finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my

car and ate her pussy until she begged me to shop.

So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in window, you

might know why the teller is smiling.

—

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Wild Dr Gyno Exam

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part11 He stared at the two images in front of him in the mirror. One of a beautiful and unconscious blond woman, and one of him, naked as the day he was born. He reached around her and undid the button on her shorts. One by one, the buttonfly buttons fell to the sides, as gravity did the rest. Her shorts slid down her creamy legs and down to her feet revealing her silky green panties. He could see little blond pubic hairs sticking out from the sides of the crotch. He placed her arms above her head and around his neck as he lifted the tanktop over her head revealing the matching green bra. …End of the part11. To be continued..

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Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part10 He moved it until the chair was more than perpendicular to the ground which caused Cheryl to start to fall forward in the seat. Dr. Walters caught her and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She wasn’t much heavier than one he thought as he carried her over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room. Cheryl was a tall girl, maybe 5′10″ or so as he leaned her against him so that they both faced the mirror. He adjusted her legs so that they wouldn’t give and her weight rested on them. He let her head lay on his chest and let her arms dangle to each side. Her fingertips skimmed his bare buttocks as they swung back and forth slightly. …End of the part10. To be continued..

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part12

Monday, July 21st, 2008

Lydia lay on her couch watching “Seinfeld” again. Kramer had just entered the

room in a whirlwind of comedy as the phone rang. For a brief second she got

frightened that it might be Charlotte, but she figured it was probably her mother

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Dr. Trent?” asked a quiet feminine voice.

“Yes?” she asked. Her heart beat a mile a minute. Thoughts of how to get out of

her new found friendship with the girl passed through her head, each one seeming

like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in her need.

“I just wanted to thank you again. Am I bothering you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no you’re not bothering me. Are you all right? You sound scared.”

“Well, I just don’t have anybody to talk to about my feelings and stuff.”

“Is there a girl involved? Perhaps, someone you know?” asked Lydia, assuming the

poor girl had a crush on someone.

“Yes, but I don’t think she is interested in me. I can’t really talk about this

on the phone. My roommate is coming back soon. It’s not too late at night for me

to come…I mean, oh nevermind. I am sure you have a lot more important things to

do.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you could come over here and talk about it. That would be

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

“Great! You don’t really mind?” Charlotte asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn’t have any trouble

finding the house. It was starting to get late and she didn’t want Charlotte

wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to her. Against her will,

she started to become anxious like a schoolgirl waiting for a date. She checked

her hair in the mirror and became even more nervous because of the effect

Charlotte was having on her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and Lydia let the desperate looking girl

into her home. Charlotte’s long dark hair hung down over her shoulder and rested

on her petite breasts framing her delicate olive face. She looked young, innocent

and beautiful, yet her eyes told a different story, as they shone brightly with

sexual intent.

Lydia had the girl come in and sit down, then relaxed as they talked about all

the obstacles in the path of lesbians in modern society. The discussion slowly

turned into laughter as they each relayed their horror stories. They both had

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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part7

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

bright red lip gloss.. The hardness in his underwear returned.

Anna, nervous about her first day with her new boss brushed her husband aside as

she exited the bedroom.

“Will you tell me ?” Jim sheepishly asked.

Anna looked at her husband. Her disgust covered her pretty face. She brushed

her long red hair from her face. “No…….” she sternly answered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir felt each set of eyes in the office turn as she made her way to

the outer office of Mr. Jerome Bettis. Everyone in the office had admired her

beauty from afar. Today; with her new outfit; everyone could admire the

beautiful white wife as she slowly made her way to her “new” desk; directly

outside the door of the second largest office in the law firm.

Shortly the intercom beeped. “In my office, NOW,” was the simple command.

Anna rose with every eye in the office on her. She gently opened the large oak

door and entered. She carefully shut the door and stood before the large cherry

desk of her new “boss”.

Jerome was sitting behind his desk and had Anna’s purse open. He emptied the

contents on the smooth surface. Her package of birth control pills caught his eye

and he played with them between his fingers. He then slowly…and one by one

punched the little white tablets from their designated slots. Once the thirty

pills were removed he swept them all into the waste basket.

He then looked up at the pretty white wife and finally spoke, “You won’t need

these from now on. It will put a little excitement in our relationship.

And………you don’t fuck your little white boy husband without my permission.

Do you understand ?”

Anna showed no emotion as she answered her new superior, “I understand Mr.

Bettis.”

Jerome then let the pretty wife stand before him several minutes before he looked

up again. His face was expressionless. He reached for a ruler and walked

around his desk to where Anna was standing silently. He placed the ruler at the

top of the Anna’s dimpled knee. Looking up he merely stated, “Three and one half

inches.”

With his dark forbidding eyes staring into Anna’s frightened face he asked his

next question, “What length of skirt did I order you to wear Mrs. Belvoir ?”

Her voice started to tremble…”Four inches Mr. Bettis.”

Jerome sat down in one of the luxurious leather chairs. He pointed with his

finger to a thin branch in the corner of his office. “Bring the willow branch to

me,” her sternly ordered.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

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part24

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

legs. She pulled his black cock deeper into her wet pussy. Closing her eyes she

forced her tongue through Jerome’s thick lips. Jerome sensed the capitulation of

her tender white body. Anna was making squealing sounds as she tried to force

his cock deep into her aching slit.

Jim kneeled next to the banister. His own manhood was hard and he reached down

and stroked himself through his trousers. As his wife screamed her surrender….

and she begged for more of the adulterous cock to take her tender treasures Jim’s

cock spewed forth it’s sticky discharge. Bent over next to the railing of the

stairs he felt his tension and his strength drain through the tip of his cock.

His wife, Anna, was rapidly reaching her own climax. She had a death grip on her

black lover. Jerome thrust forward and succeeded in burying the entire ten

inches of thick black cock deep into her womb.

Anna’s screams reverberated through out her large house. Her husband leaned

against the banister; completely spent. The front of his pants were soaked with

his creme and he had a far away look on his face.

Jerome felt the sharp fingernails as they clawed into his back ripping the

skin…… Mrs. Anna Belvoir reached her climax…… she wasn’t content with

only one. Jerome slowed his pile hammered ass to gentle thrusts and allowed the

pretty white wife to climax a second and then third time. As Anna struggled with

her release she felt the powerful hips start their circular movement. The thick

black cock was touching each nerve in her stuffed tender hole. The torrent of

scalding black cum coated and stung the tender pink pussy folds.

At long last the two lovers feel back on the bed with their tongues still

dueling……. Both were panting and the release of scalding cum started leaking

out the side of Anna’s elastic pussy and stained the white sheets. Jerome

suddenly felt heavy; his dead weight stretched out on the long lean pretty wife

of Mr. Jim Belvoir. When Anna’s breathing returned to normal she nudged the

contented black lover to rise. He raised back on his haunches with his still

hard black cock still firmly lodged into Anna’s sweet passage.

“Tell me Mrs. Belvoir….. What became of your birth control pills ?” Jerome

quietly asked.

Anna looked up with a puzzled look on her face. “You threw my birth control

pills in the waste basket Mr. Bettis,” she quietly answered.

Smiling Jerome looked down at Anna’s pretty heaving chest. “My black sperm will

not produce a black baby tonight; but………… Every time I fill you with my

black seed you have an opportunity to carry my baby….. Do you want a black

baby growing in your tight little tummy, Mrs. Belvoir ?”

A look of shock quickly transformed the puzzled look on the pretty white wife.

“I don’t want to get pregnant Mr. Bettis…….” she quietly answered.

Jerome pushed his semi hard prick into her now leaking stretched pussy. “I am

…End of the part24. To be continued..

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part22

Monday, July 7th, 2008

the day but now……….. It was fully erect and poor Anna could not imagine

how such a large thick steel rod would ever fit into her tight little chute. Her

eyes showing fear looked into the dark and forbidding eyes of her master; “Please

be gentle,” was her simple plea.

Jerome lifted himself to the end of the bed and knee walked between the pretty

Lilly white legs. When he made the first contact he gave a stern order, “Spread

yourself wider. If you do it won’t hurt you so much.”

Anna strained and was able to spread her long pretty legs another inch or so.

She could still feel the tightness as a result of her display only moments before

in her kitchen. The muscles were strained but she had to comply………….

Her mind tried to imagine the black cock that was leaking it’s pre cum on her

upper thighs. It felt sticky and she dreaded the first contact.

The white wife did not have to contemplate her fate for long. The purple tip on

the thick black cock made contact with the sensitive pussy folds. Jerome felt

the wife become tense at the first contact. With his fist he gripped the thick

huge black plunger and massaged the tip at the top of the pretty wife’s slit. The

tip of his cock teased her clit and caused the wife to let a soft moan escape her

throat.

“Are you woman enough for a real cock ?” Jerome teased the tense and frightened

wife.

“Please…….be gentle. You are so large I am afraid that you will hurt me,”

the pretty white wife begged.

The fear that Jerome could hear in her soft begging made his thick black cock

harden. He always liked the first time he fucked a white woman. They were

always so tight…. and their fear make them even tighter. “He would be gentle

with this one,” he thought to himself.

There were some white wives that had to be brutally impaled to achieve their

total surrender. However, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Belvoir had already

surrendered……. All Jerome had to do now was to stretch the trembling wife

with the widely spread legs to make her his little plaything. Even though she

was forty years old she still had the essence of a teen age virgin. Tonight

Jerome’s long thick black cock was going to explore much virgin territory.

Jerome had lodged the angry purple head into the entrance of Anna’s sex; he

enjoyed her squirming. Her soft sobs made the black cock harder. Another inch

was given to Anna and she placed her hands on Jerome’s muscular chest. She tried

to push on his chest……… but the thick black cock was shoved into her tight

chamber another inch. “Oh my god.. Please. Please go slow,” Anna continued

begging.

Another inch was forced into the tight chute. It brought another gasp of

pain…… or pleasure ? Her delicate fingers tightend on Jerome’s black

nipples. She squeezed his nipples as the huge cock continued to push her tender

…End of the part22. To be continued..

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part20

Saturday, July 5th, 2008

were starting to rebel as she was stretched in the awkward position. “Do you

want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?” he asked.

Blood was filling her head…. It would have been amusing if her position would

not have been so humiliating. She could not answer her master; not with her

husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

Jerome licked his index finger and then stroked the red lined slit. Anna’s sex

chute had regained it’s tightness since her black sexing several hours ago. She

felt her slippery lubricant forming deep in her pussy. When Jerome separated the

tight lips Anna moaned noticeably. “May I please get up ?” she pleaded.

“No.. You may not. I like you with your face on the floor. Answer my question

Mrs. Belvoir !”

The back of Anna’s legs begged for relief. The tips of Jerome’s long muscular

fingers were continuing to agitate her sex. She wanted to………………..

“Yes,” was her quiet sob.

“Yes, what, Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome asked.

The tears had returned to her eyes. “Yes, I want you to fuck me Mr. Bettis.”

The fingertips were teasing her hard clit. The obscene position that she found

herself…. and the tormenting fingers were bring her close to arousal.

“Beg ME,” Jerome ordered.

Anna tried to form the words… She tried to come up with an answer; any answer.

She couldn’t.

“Please fuck me with your black cock Mr. Bettis. Please take me to my bedroom and

fuck me until you cum into my tight pussy. PLEASE…… PLEASE MR. BETTIS,

PLEASE FUCK ME…… FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG BLACK COCK YOU BASTARD !!”

Anna’s submission was complete. Jerome sat and relished her surrender. “Well

JimBo…. Do you want me to fuck your little tramp ?”

Jim’s cock was about to explode. His head still spun from the sharp slaps he had

just received. Meekly he looked up at the black man seated at his kitchen table

obscenely stroking his wife’s sloppy pussy. “Yes……” was his simple reply.

“Well white boy; I be taking your little tramp up to YOUR bedroom. I’m going to

fuck her in the same bed that you lay with her every night. I want you to stay

here… Maybe afterwards I will let you watch… but now you just keep laying on

the floor. Oh….. and another thing. I want you to beg me to fuck your little

slut of a wife,” Jerome concluded.

With his head hung in shame (but with his five inch white cock throbbing with

…End of the part20. To be continued..

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