Here Cums The Judge VOL. II
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Posted:May 30, 2008 11:13 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 7:6 am
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It has been nearly two years since my first blue balls invoking encounter with the judge. Every now and then we conversed, by phone, each expressing their regret of not going any further that first evening. But it was soon coming to an end, for she was scheduled for a New York legal seminar, and she had invited me to dinner, at a French restaurant. The onion soup was delicious.
When I knew I was going to see the judge, one of the major mysteries I wanted answered was what color were her nipples. She used to wear sheer white blouses, I used to see the outline of a lace bra, which seemed to be centered by dark circles.
When I arrived, she had swung open the door, clad in a plush white terry cloth bathrobe, and without a word, we kissed until our jaws were sore. Our clothes were torn and tossed to the four corners of the room. Her flushed skin was freshly showered, and to my delight, naturally scented. Regaining my composure, I told her to slowly spin around. I wanted to savor the red headed beauty that stood before me clad in black laced panties and bra. She slowly removed her bra and, as suspected, her faintly freckled breasts were topped off by dark beige peaks. I inhaled deeply, as she seductively slid her sopping panties over her rounded hips, passed her knees and on to the carpet. Her body had aged very well. Her pubes were closely cropped and possessed the burnished hues of brown and red. From her mink lined slit, shyly peeked a hint of pink.
As I stood up, She knelt before me, placing both her hands on my hips, as though preparing to worship . She smiled as she spied what laid beneath. My cock was rigid with anticipation and became almost unbearable when she started nibbling on its outline through the material. Having unzipped my pants, and reaching inside, she marveled at its thickening girth, and when she released it from its confines, it bobbed and pulsated, as it oozed a slowly lengthening string of pre cum. I took hold of her head, but she knew the way. Her tongue quickly spun the cooling pre cum around itself, like a fork does spaghetti. Smiling her approval, she milked my cock until its head glistened. She began lick my cock's length, and tracing its ropey veins with her tongue. Her mouth was hot and hungry as she drew me deeper. Her nose was soon nestled into my thick dark thatch of pubes. Soon it became too much to bear. Her throat seemed to have tightened, making my balls quiver and my knees grew weak. I felt the sensations building as the scathing liquids filled my cock's chamber and flooded its corridor. She withdrew my cock from her mouth. It was slathered in her thick syrupy saliva and she used it as a lubricant, sliding her silky hands along its slick length in a circular motion. My cock started to grow stiffer, as though it wanted to burst from its skin. Its normally blackish brown hue, soon turned a menacing purple as my load spewed forth, running down her clinch fingers and dangling pearly white from loose strands of her red locks.
When she put my cock back into her mouth, I was overwhelmed with sensitivity. I shuddered, my stomach muscles tightened and my knees gave way. I sat on the side of the bed spent. Every nerve in my body was alive. I flinched each time her tongue glided over my midsection. I was tempted to stop her, but I had waited too long for this moment, so I laid back biding my time a little further, for it shall be her turn shortly...
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Returning The Favor
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Posted:May 30, 2008 10:57 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2008 11:06 pm
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Momentarily lost in the afterglow of the climatic blow job, I shook off the sleepiness. She was still kneeling between my legs, still kissing and licking my overly sensitive pelvic region. I had laid back on the bed, after the very first hot volley of cum spewed forth. I was now massaging her scalp thru her now tangled mass of crimson hair. I decided to pull her up toward me. She must've thought I wanted to cuddle, because she was about to put her head on my chest, but I had on plans.
She looked like a Celtic bush woman. Her red hair was sticking up in every direction. Sweat mixed with saliva and sperm matted long wet bangs along her forehead. To her surprise, I drew her passed my chest, until I was eye to nipple with her grapefruit sized tits. I balanced a nipple on my tongue, and then hungrily pulled it into my mouth. She drew a deep breath thru her pursed lips, and desperately sought out the top of my lap. At first her wet pussy felt cold, but quickly heated up as she used the front of my thigh as her pussy's scratching post. Slowly sliding it up and down, each time the friction building, each time her body trembled more so. Every now and then, I'd hoist her up by her waist so her clit was facing my knee, and then I gently kneed her clit a few times. Her reaction was immediate. She reached for my now fully recovered cock, demanding me to satisfy her needs. But it was my time to rule...
Her attempt to mount my throbbing cock failed, for I had slid my face down to where my cock was. I peered up at her sopping pussy. It pulsated visibly and seemed to froth with anticipation. Her pussy was a very bright pink, a bubble gum pink. I nestled my nose in her mound deeply drawing in the scent of heated longing. Slowly my tongue snaked itself between the many folds of her slick pussy lips. Her inner thighs muffled my hearing, but there was no mistaking her soft hisses and moans. I stopped licking her labia and teasingly nibbled her inner thighs. When my mouth found the spot that joined her leg to her torso, I dug my tongue hard and deep. She laughed and protested that it was too sensitive there. I then playfully bit down of the firm mound of her pussy. It was thick and firm with cushioning. I slid my lower lip into her now opened pussy and started swirling it around the increasing length of her clit. Then I slid my tongue to the underside of her clit and felt it feverishly quiver. Her fingers were now in my scalp. I raised my head, so that my chin jutted out. Without hesitation her slick pussy gyrated on it. The day old growth of beard stubble seemed to serve her just right. Her body stiffened and shook, her fingernails dug deep into my sweaty scalp. Her hips were now sliding up and down the length of my face, I now wonder if my tongue served any purpose by then. By now she had begun bouncing on my face, dragging her clit repeatedly over my rugged, stubbled chin. Suddenly her body tensed up and she started to seemingly convulse, I steadied her body with one hand holding onto her ass cheek, the other hand sought her wrist, for her fingernails sent a wincing pain thru my scalp that could no longer be ignored.
She then collapsed on the bed. Her body was limp and leaflike, but her body's squirming motion told me she hadn't had enough. My cock stood out plank stiff. Effortlessly, I tossed her onto her stomach and told her to poke that cute lil ass up. She complied. Bracing myself with one arm and using my free hand, I positioned my cock's head over the heat emitting crevice of her dewy wet pussy. As wet as she was, I was amazed I still had to wedge my cock between her drenched folds....
 
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Eating on the Subway
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Posted:May 20, 2008 6:58 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 7:6 am
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A reoccurring fantasy keeps plaguing my every thought, dream and daydream.
It nags to the point of obsession and I must purge before I go mad with desire and lust.
Her skin was caramel complected, but tinged by the sun's kisses. She was of medium height with physical attributes that were ample, but not overwhelming. Her hair complimented and frame her face perfectly, and showcased those two sweet buds that were her glistening lips.
Entering the crowded subway car, all others disappeared, it was as though she only mattered. So many male & female eyes trailed her movements as she tried to claim a spot to stand. I thought to myself, with eyes closed; I could never be so lucky as to have such a cutie stand anywhere near me. Just as I was finishing the thought, a very enticing fragrance wafted thru my nostrils, curious as to its source, I quickly opened my eyes... She was standing less than 12 inches in front of me.
She apologized for startling me, I gave a shrug of indifference and took the tiniest step back, to afford her a little more space. But as the train drew to the next station, and the doors opened, more people got on. There was a sudden shove, as people forced themselves into the already crammed subway car. She took a step back, but I decided to hold my ground, risking possible embarrassment or worse.
I could say nothing happened, but that would've been a lie. I felt a tabooed bliss as her shoulder blades softly leaned against my flattened abdomen and the sweetly rounded mounds of her ass swayed lightly on and off my ever hardening cock. A rush of panic and pleasure flooded my senses. I thought about backing away, but the thought of placing my hand on her hip and pulling her toward me, almost overshadowed any rationale. I cursed the sheerness of my linen slacks.
The train seemed to sway just for us. As the train shifted and rocked, my nose was nestled atop her hair, the aromatics were intoxicating. I felt her ass distinctly press harder against my now throbbing cock. She had to know I was behind her. I peered at the reflection in the window, that was in front of us. I could've been imagining things, but I could've sworn she'd just looked away as I was looking up. And did I just see the slightest of sly grins dance across her silken lips?!? My breathing increased, I wanted to fuck this bitch, in fact, I needed to fuck this chick in the worse way, and I think she knew it. And I think the 2 teenagers, seated in front of us knew it as well. As they sneaked peeks and snickered at what was supposedly not going on.
With an abrupt shudder, the train stopped, and the crowd thinned out. To my relief no seats were available. My balls were aching for release, as the temptation to reach around her waist and draw her closer became more prevalent. I resisted. I wanted to cup her honeydew sized tits, in my hands, and somehow; positioning each nipple between my index finger and thumb, so I could softly but firmly squeeze and twist them.
Damn it!!! The train stopped again, and this time the teens got up. To my disappointment, she sat down. The cool breeze of air conditioning flow over my sweaty torso, but it served as a poor substitute. I wanted to feel her heat again, and the desire was evident. She was now seated before, and my erection yearned for freedom. I could tell she was looking at it, because our eyes met, and her glance possessed a knowing edge to it. I checked myself out and found that the sheer fabric of the white linen was not concealing the length or girth of my cock. In fact, the ridge of my cock's helmet was most prominent. She teasingly leaned forward. My cock raised its head, straining against its confines, for it sensed her proximity. I just wanted to place a hand behind her head, and guide her lips.....
This time, when the train stopped, I was availed a seat. I reluctantly sat down
feeling as though when doing so, the game would be over, but it wasn't. She sat across from me. To my chagrin she was wearing a cream colored skirt that shown of a beautifully tanned pair of parted knees. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my heartbeat, only to discover that it appeared as though she had hiked her skirt higher. I saw the red patch of thong. Instinctively, I began to fan my legs, open and closed. The sensation of my cock rubbing against my inner thigh offer some relief, but stoked the flame of my desire for this woman.
I wanted to kneel before her, hook a finger around the crotch of her panties and inhale the sweet muskiness of that wet pussy as my tongue slowly parted her dewy labia. I wanted to press my lips and nose in her pussy, as her clit sat atop the bridge of my nose. I'd use my lower lip to press the underside of her hooded cloak, and excitedly start sucking when the shiny, pulsing nub of clit appeared. I'd feverishly lick and lap on, around, and inside each fold and crevice her slick wet pussy lips offered. My tongue would hungrily chase each pungent droplet that seeped into the snug crease of her ass cheeks. I'd playfully bite and lightly nibble on her soft inner thigh....
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A Funny Thing Happened.... Guess What I'm Doing
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Posted:May 20, 2008 6:35 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 7:6 am
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One Saturday night, not long ago, I sat in my room thinking of you.
Using my hands and mind, I conjured up a world of bliss, where only the two of us exist.
The feelings I felt "thinking" of you, made me shudder, as the sensations of longing grew immeasurable.
While at the same time I could envision the happenings within me.
I saw my chambers fill as my heart pounded. I saw the stars and moon, as my pent up desires rose.
I saw you as the essence of my passions erupted unyielding.
Though you weren't around when I awoke,
I found comfort riding the tides and basking in the afterglow your "sun" inspired...
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Wishful Thinking... For The Future
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Posted:May 20, 2008 4:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2008 4:11 pm
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We were just to meet up for a coffee, this being our first face to face. My eyes widened like saucers when she stepped in. She was beautiful and no picture did her justice. She had long, dark brown that fell below her shoulder blades in curly ringlets. Her skin's complexion was that of a very warm, buttery pecan. She wasn't skinny nor was she fat. Her figure was full, healthy and well defined. Her shoulders rounded and soft, her breast were firm and tender; their nipples were like two fleshy pills atop well ripened honeydew melons
Our conversation was comfortable and leisurely, as though we'd known each other long before. I tried to hide the carnal thought that her presence provoked in me. As we talked she'd touch my arm or knee, and once my chest, and each time, the faintest shudder shot through my body. I could feel my cock unfurling in its Calvin Klein confines.
My mind raced to figure out a way to prolong our interaction, and not appear desperate or raise alarm. I learned we both shared a common love for literature and the spoken word. I offered to one day show her my work, and jokingly added, "If you show me yours." With a blush and smile, she agreed. Then, in a matter of fact tone, she asked, "how about now?" I was momentarily dumbfounded and then overwhelmed by the prospects of hot sex with this refined sexy woman, but then I regained my composure, after all, I had offered writing, and not riding. i was not going to violate her trust, I refused to assume the unspoken.
So during the short cab ride to my apartment,she spoke on her cell phone, as I sat silently trying to remember the whereabouts of my eared composition notebook. As we rode up the unusually crowded elevator, she stood in front of me, the fresh fragrance of her hair wafted into my nostrils, giving my senses a most welcomed reprieve from the usual urine reeked air.
Upon entering the apartment, I offered the customary refreshments and the remote controls to the T.V. and stereo. She declined the drink offer, pointing out the time of day and her need to be clear headed. I excused myself and went into the spare bedroom that doubled as a storage/ guest room. A loud electronic pop echoed through the air as the stereo's speakers came to life. It was then followed by the menacingly smooth voice of Trent Reznor singing.
Her sudden appearance at the bedroom's doorway startled me. Feigning impatience, she smiled and asked if I had found my writings yet, as she walked toward the bed and sat on its edge. I was on my knees, searching one box, of the many neatly stacked and nearly forgotten boxes. I just opened my arms and suggested my hopelessness.
"So you lured me here for nothing!", she teasingly said. I missed the joke, and with eyes wide with alarm, I pleaded my sincerest intentions, as I sat on a low case of books. i didn't want to come across as a creep, but I felt my chances with her were now blown. My head hung heavy with failure, I looked down at the area rug, I offered an apology and again reassuring her of my true intent.
I felt a firm prod on my knee and her voice softly asking me to look at her. That was when I noticed she was wearing patent leather, high heeled, black stilettos, with a strap secured around her slender ankle. She was now leaning back, propped up by one arm on the bed, her spiked heels were now each firmly hooked on the steel railing of the bed frame. She cocked her head to the side, looked at me warmly and reassured me, she believed my intentions were pure. "But", she added, "I know I didn't come here for nothing..." Her eyes turned to slits as she blushed, and failing to conceal the naughty grin developing.
She sat there, her knee length skirt hiked up to mid thigh. From where I sat, I could see the top hem of her black silk stocking, which perfectly contrasted the buttery pecan hue of her smooth leg. My heart was racing, but my movements were steady. I immediately knelt before her, and she coyly put her knees together. I looked up and into her beautiful eyes, I said; "You haven't come for nothing." And she replied, "Then prove it."
Placing my hands on both her knees, they effortlessly parted and I lowered my head between them. Lightly she clamped her thighs onto my head, and with a hint of fret, she whispered; "No, please, wait!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. I nudged my head further up, her resistance loosened, and I began nibbling and kissing her inner thigh. Slowly she relaxed and laid back. In the darkness of her skirt, I let my tongue and lips probe the edges of her sweetly scented panties. The weight of her leg resting on my shoulder told me she had no reservations. I nudged my nose firmly into the puffy, silk ladened mound of her pussy, and through her panties, I deeply inhaled. My desire was to breach the barrier of her man made fragrances, and savor the faint natural aroma that was truly HER... Her natural scent further heated my fevered desires and honed my hunger to devour her very being.
I placed her other leg on my shoulder and hooked a finger long her panties' crotch, pulling it to the side. The moment my tongue parted the dewy moist curtains of her pussy lips, she sighed and hissed her approval. My tongue and lips slid through the slick crevices of her pussy's folds, nibbling on each as though they were delicate egg noodles.
A rush of light and air briefly distracted me as she lifted her skirt further. My tongue flicked at the rising hood of her clit, its shiny nub responding to each swirl and lap, my raised taste buds lavished upon it. I puckered my lips around her pulsating pleasure button and began sucking it harder and harder, it seemed to stretch and lengthen from the steady suction. Deliberately I raked my front teeth over her clit's smooth surface, making her flinch and shift her body. Her fingers made circular motions on my scalp as I simultaneously began fingering the slick ribbed corridor of her G-spot. Her pussy's lips seemingly sucked at each stroke, as I pressed deeper, her hips began to gyrate, as I let my knuckles brush against her sensitive love button.
In a sultry whisper, she pleaded with me, "Let me see your cock!" Reluctantly, I stood up and pulled the drawstring of my warm up pants, revealing a raging hard on that strained against the stretch material of its boxer/brief confinement. She stood up, and with one hand, she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt, and with the other, she felt my throbbing mass, squeezing it as though appraising. With an impish glance, she looked at me and smiled. I reached around her svelte waistline and drew her closer. Our embrace was tight and intense. Our kisses hot, passionate and hungry, as our tongues danced in each others' mouths, the dance that tongues do when trying to convey their yearning and longing. Our bodies were pressed against each other as if the desire to become one was possible. Our breathing matched in its intensity as though we had ran a marathon.
As we held each other, my fingers sought to unhook her lacy black bra, and as if on cue, her fingers slid underneath my elastic waistband, and slowly slid them midway down my hips flanks. Abruptly she disengaged from our kiss and started kissing my chin, then my neck, running her tongue down the center of my chest. Briefly pausing to tease and pull my nipple with her sharp incisors. As she seductively planted small lingering kisses down my taut muscled torso, she lowered my Calvin's, releasing my plank like cock from its hot restraints. Once again she sat her shapely sexy ass on the edge of the bed and stared eye to eye with my purplish brown cock.
Her hands, still on my cock, guided me closer, as she moistened her lips and ran her hot pink tongue around my cock's bulbous head. I inhaled deeply as the sensations made me shudder. I counted the thumping bass line to distract my body's urge to release. "Not now! Now now!", my brain shouted. By this time, her soothing mouth had engulfed half my cock's length as her tongue seemingly counted each rope like vein. Each time she drew away, the sucking force of her mouth still pulled me toward her. She gripped the base of my cock and squeezed hard, further heightening its sensations to an unbearably sweet painful pleasure. I pulled back, for the syrupy hot stream of pre-cum slowly began to ooze forth.
"Too soon!", I thought as I dug my fingers into her neatly coiffed hair and pulled her head back. "Get on your knees!", I said in a commanding voice. She 's a full bodied beauty, I thought admiringly as I stood back and watched her step out her damp panties. One bra strap hung off her shoulder, so I pulled it down and off to reveal the sweetest looking tits jutting at me. Immediately, I took hold of one and sucked and kissed around its sensitive aeriola. The fleshy bumps around her nipple began to firm up as her nipple hardened. I switched to the other and bent my lips over my teeth, as a buffer, and playfully bit down on the rigid nipple. Her moans were soft and she sounded so sexy as she drew air through clenched teeth.
She sat back on the bed, still holding my cock's shaft, begging for me to enter her. "No!"', I said firmly, and took her by the arm and spun her around, She positioned herself on the bed's edge kneeling, her beautifully rounded ass was now in the air. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and lightly rubbed its smooth surface. Then I took hold of the flared expanses of her hips, knelt behind her and put my face square into the pungently sweet hot pussy, whose lips seemed poised for a deep kiss. She gulped with surprise as I executed the unexpected maneuver. She shifted herself backward, pressing that pussy onto my face even harder, my face was awash in her juices, as I shook my face in the slick wet folds. I stuck my tongue out to its fullest, my nose over her ass hole seemed to spark a freakish notion in me, as I secretly hoped she farted. Repeatedly, I thought, "Fart, bitch! Fart! I don't give a fuck!!!"
I began to lick her miserly tight bunghole, sticking my tongue into its snug circumference. My uninhibited actions drove her mad with lust as she pushed back even harder. the juices of her sopping pussy fully covered my face from chin to forehead. By now, my lust infected brain had me using her sphincter as a spongy discolored teething ring, as I kneaded fleshy round globes of her ass. "Papi!". she plead, "Papi, I need to feel you inside me now!!!". I stood up and admired how perfectly aligned we were. The damp heat from her pussy could be felt growing warmer and warmer as I neared it, with cock in hand.
Like a ladle I stuck the head in and with a circular stirring motion, I taunted the now squishy outer lips, running my cock's head a long her enflamed slit. I thrusted my hips forward, not to penetrate her, but to slide the vein rippled topside of my cock over her eager cunt's labia. Each stroke something different occurred. At times my cock's head pressed against her quivering clit, getting caught up in its meaty hood, and others, she would shift her body so that I pushed varied lengths of my cock into her now aching pussy hole.
Then with pretzel like agility, she reached between her legs and gripped my ever tightening ball sac, and in a steamy fluster, she said, "Stop teasing!" Still gripping my balls, she wiggled her ass, and somehow got her pussy aligned with y bobbing member. I slowly pushed forward, the feelings felt brought to mind a milky warm sensation. The combined temperature of our merging began to build up even more as I started to long stroke her cunt harder and harder. I gripped her ass cheeks and with an upward/ forward push, her pussy opened wider, which made her clit more pronounced, so that with every stroke, her clit felt the full impact of my balls whacking against them.
"Yes, yes--- Oh, yes!!!", she nearly yelled, as my cock penetrated her silky canal. When my cock was in to its hilt, we swayed in opposite directions. my balls began to tingle as we grinded. "Yes, papi, yes!!! I feel you in my stomach!", she said excitedly. "Yeah, baby. Squeeze that cock!" I demanded. I reached over her smooth, arched back, grabbed a handful of her hair, and with a brutish tone, I growled, "Bitch, don't fuckin' deny me! Clench those pussy muscles!", With my free hand, I gave her ass a stinging slap and she began to buck wildly as her pussy muscles clamped around my ultra sensitive cock. The harder I pulled her hair the more she rocked back. My cock seemed to grow harder and longer as it wedged itself in some kinda mystery nook, secreted deep in her frothy snatch.
The hot tingling sensations overwhelmed my very being. The more I fought to hold back the scolding tide of climax, the more hopeless the effort became. My knees weakened as my cock's girth felt like it had widened and was stuck in place. But she kept rocking back and forth. Then she stopped, and started pressing back, occasionally wiggling her ass.
The cum in my tight balls had churned enough. I couldn't move and as all my strength began to parlay and erupt from my very essence, the fiery sensations paralyzed me, and to my embarrassment, a long thin string of drool passed from my parted lips and flowed onto the shallow indentation of her as and pooled on the small of her back. The goose bumps on her body became more defined as she started to shudder, then stiffen, in rapid succession. I lightly ran my fingertips down her back, which made her tremble. Her arms gave out and with our combined weight , we fell forward, in an exhausted heap....
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Reversal Of Fortune Pt.4
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Posted:May 16, 2008 7:00 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2008 9:09 pm
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Though she sobbed, I saw, without question, her ass slowly rise, and ever slower, her ass lowered itself with the slightest stutter stop motion. Was she scared or was she somehow enjoying this?...? I was suddenly overwhelmed with a mix of lust and anger. She didn't respect me, but damn she appeals to me. I couldn't understand. However, I needed to make whatever happened worth it. After all, I could be hanged if caught.
"You nasty bitch! You mockin' me? You think this a joke?" I roared, feigning outrage.
"No, sir, please, I only wanted to plea, " She abruptly stopped...
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard. I stood up from the stump, she slid from my lap, only her head was suspended by my hand's angry grip on her hair. Kneeling before me, and, with what I first thought was her fearfully peering up, I looked down into her rich dark brown eyes. They weren't wide with fear, but had a knowing sultry smolder. Without a word, I eyed the makeshift belt snugly wrapped around my waist.
"What, what are you asking me to do?"
Upon the word asking, I tug her hair harder and smashed her face hard into my crotch.
"Okay, okay!!!" She said hurriedly.
Her delicate fingers struggled to untie the tightly bound hemp knot. She began to get frustrated as each attempt failed. She was now getting frantic, as though she wanted to untie the knot more than I wanted her to. The tip of her nose brushed against my lower belly as she tried using her teeth. Finally, she succeeded. The coarse material of the burlap slid down my legs, as my manhood sprung to greet the late afternoon light. The tip grazing her nose, but the pre-cum that oozed from it held on to create a web like link from tip to tip. Her eyes followed the bobbing motion of the newly freed cock and with a marveled tone she said,
"Oh my. How sturdy a tool you possess. The veins are like the roots of that oak over yonder. How dark and so hot to the touch. It's not a mere limb, but the whole of the tree."
"Well bitch, there's a heap of sap needin' ta be drawn. Enough has been wasted as you spoke, I don't wanna see nary a drop seep out without you catchin' it. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
I say in a scandalous tone. Her fingertips were the only contact she first made with the meaty tubing. Her tongue darted out a few times to moisten her chafed lips. They now glistened from her spittle. I nudged her head, she was being too, too slow, far too deliberate...
"Do something bitch, the fuck am I waiting for!!!!"
I wasn't playing, my balls ached from anticipation. Though married, it had been some time since I last laid with my wife.Plus to have this fair skin woman, more than willing to service me was far too much for the senses. She looked up at me with a defiant snarl curling the ends of her lips, but just as quickly her attention turned back to the throbbing cock that seemed to stretch toward her. With a pleading look in her eye, she asked,
"You must promise not to shove it down my throat, okay?"
I said nothing. I felt powerful and wasn't inclined to heed anyone. I was free for the time being. My only reply, a deep guttural grunt. She then turned my cock lengthwise and began to lick its flanks. Then when at the tip, she engulfed the tip and some length. She repeated this a few times, then pressed her head forward. The hot wet sensation of her mouth was nice, but the exposed half of my cock felt neglected and yearned for equal attention. I still had hold of her hair and use it like a rein. She tried to comply, but each attempt made her gag and retch. But now my lusty needs were overshadowing my logic. I forced her head further into my crotch, her ribcage expanded each time she gasped for air.
"If need be, spit up ya breakfast, I need coverage bitch! Don't stop, just don't stop!"
I could see her facial features slowly turning redder and redder. her hands were now placed on each side of my waist. She still wasn't delivering, I was being tormented. This bitch knew , she knew the importance of the task put before her... How was I treated when I failed a task...
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Is It Possible To......
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Posted:May 16, 2008 1:46 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2008 4:04 pm
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I'm curious, if it is possible to actually have a serious relationship online or,
Is this just a hook up site...
A place where you just assess a person's worth via their genitals and just how naughty they can be.
How does one trust the other?
Is this something one intentionally seeks?
Is one naive to believe others are capable of feeling more than lusty?
I could probably answer the questions myself, but I'm curious how others think...
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Reversal Of Fortune Pt.3
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Posted:May 16, 2008 12:44 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 7:6 am
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"I'm tired of your mouth. If'n ya grantin' freedom, I should be free to..."
I sat on a stump, beside her, and grabbed a handful of her dark locks...
"Please don't",
She begged.
""Shut up heifer!",
I growled, as I pulled her across my lap. Small leaves and twigs stuck to the sweat glistening cheeks of her ass. My right hand came don hard.
THWACK!!!! "This'll learn ya to run round bare assed,"
I scolded.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!!! My palms stung from the firm rapid succession.
She struggled and squirmed under the force of the blows, and managed to twist and entangle her legs with mine. Her lap now pressing my hot cock against my inner thigh.
"Please, please stop!"
She barely uttered breathlessly...
"I'sa gonna heed your words, boy",
She panted.
"Bitch, I ain't no boy!!! SHWACK, SHWACK, SHWACK!!!!!
As though I were pumping the bellows to forge steel, I raised my hand, fully extended and brought it down full force. Her ass was welted, puffy and fevered to the touch. Fascinated, I softly ran my hands over the heated surface. I thought she was squirming from the pain, but, in fact, I noticed the padded firm vaginal mound grinding the topside of my entwined leg...
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Reversal Of Fortune Pt.2
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Posted:May 15, 2008 11:21 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 7:6 am
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Now Miss. Ruby sat beside me, back straight, head held high, and failing to hide the faintest smirk, the fragrance of rose water colored the superior airs that radiated from her.
Having traveled for hours, down the imperfect road, we came upon a large pile of fallen trees strewn about the road, blocking our passage. When granted permission to speak, I reminded her of the storm the night before and the need to return to the plantation before dark.
"If'n ya thinkin' I'ma go back to that God forsaken place before I sees the sights in town, you're sadly mistaken!", she snapped.
I stood silently, what else could I do...
"Besides boy, what's your hurry?", she asked puzzled. "Is it true yall's really happy in this institution called slavery?"
She prodded me for an answer, but I knew better than speak God's truth... So I replied,
"Miss Ruby, I'sa got family back yonder, and you unka would skin me alive if'n ya down come home directly."
With a self assured air, she said,
My unka won't do anything, lessin' I say so. Boy, you just heed my words and get me ta town directly!"
The alternate route was at least a half day longer and the path more treacherous. Along the way Miss Ruby plied me with questions about my family, especially about my wife...
"Is she purty? How many babies she got? You father any?"
Her tone was nonchalant and I was getting annoyed, but Lord knew I couldn't react like the man within wanted to react.
The rugged terrain proved too much for the wagon's axles, so when a loud crack and pop came from underneath and the world began to spin madly, it was the wagon's undercarriage giving out. We spilled out and down an embankment we rolled to a violent stop. The was spooked and had to be found. We were bruised but alive.
"Why ain't ya runnin' boy? Surely this is an opportune time,"
She seemed to taunt me, but when I faced her, her fears were evident. She trembled and her eyes were wide like saucers, as she sat on the root of a large tree...
"Don't hurt me, just go on and run!"
I stood there. I couldn't run, I needed my family...
"Miss Ruby, I cain't run, where'd I go, and I'sa family man!"
"Boy, if'n ya don't run, so help me!
She shouted. She stood up, chest heaving and face broken up in obvious disgust.
"I'ma tryin' ta help ya run and ya fool ass ain't got better sense. If'n it weren't for the wagon turnin' over, I'da gave you provisions and a map north. Now RUN!!!"
I was dumbfounded, and moreso when I heard myself saying,
"No!!!! I needs my family, I cain't leave them!"
"Why",
She blurted... Her top had fallen lower, so much so that the plump globes of her breasts revealed the rounded tan patches that surrounded her nipples. Every time she raised her arms, a bit more was shown...
"Be a man!"
Were the words that pierced through the carnal bubble, momentarily, encasing my brain.
SWACK!!!
My face stung. She had slapped me. Then she placed her hands on my chest and began pushing,
"Run, damn you. Run now!"
She began to beat at my chest, cussing my ignorance. I grabbed her wrist and tried to restrain her, but she started to kick at my shins. The slanted embankment made it impossible to keep balanced, hence, I fell atop her and we rolled. When we came to a stop, the neighing of horses could be heard. Ruby was now in hysterics. I tightly placed a large hand over her mouth, muffling her cries.
"If'n ya wanna help me, then shush up. Whoever those riders are, they will most certainly lynch me, if'n we's found in this state."
Her resistance faltered and her body loosened and relaxed. She faced skyward as she laid atop me. Her limp body's weight pressed upon me. I felt a forbidding stir in my loins.
"So, ya is a man, after all,"
She softly purred. As the horses above started to gallop further into the distance, she placed her hand atop mine, removed it over from over her mouth and slowly guided it over the flatness of her breastplate and onto the warm fleshiness of her smooth breast. My heart raced with a mixture of lust and fear, for though the desire to continue pinching the rubbery nipple persisted, the thought of being lynched for it barely won out. I snatched my hand away and rolled her off.
Quickly she got to her feet and yelled,
"I thought you were a man, but you'sa damn fool! I offered you freedom and cunt and you rejected both. Damn fool!!!!
She raised her hand and slapped me hard. Before she could do it again, I grabbed her wrist and began to twist. She winced as the sinew of her arm and shoulder threatened to tear...
"Leave me be, you damn animal!"
The leverage turned her body away from me, as her ass bumped against my crotch.
"I loves my wife, Miss Ruby!"
My manhood now straining, pressing against the coarseness of the burlap, that was contrasted by the soft cushioning of her ass cheek. Ignoring the small twinges of pain, she looked back at me, and with an impish smile on her lips, she said,
"I bet you never had one as fair as me. Am I as soft as your wife? I hear you boys live and have died to taste such fair fruit"...
I released her with a shove, she fell on her belly. The now, torn short, dress flew over her waist, revealing the smooth expanse of her bare ass cheeks....
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