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Dolores Jones, a striking 30 year old brunette private investigator, had been working the case for three months when everything unraveled. She’d got herself a job as a cocktail waitress at the Venus Club, where two other waitresses had gone missing over the last couple of years. The local police knew the club was owned by a local crime boss, Tony Di Angelo, and was a front for a wide range of illegal activities, including drugs, prostitution, money laundering and much more besides. But they could never build enough of a case to make anything stick, until recently.

Dolores had been hired by the sister of one of the missing girls, and had found out the chilling truth, from gaining the confidence of some of the other waitresses and dancers at the club. The two missing girls had been offering extra services to rich customers as part of a blackmailing sting. But they’d either skimmed some money, or knew too much about the illegal activities, or both. Nobody knew for sure. But they’d been driven out beyond the city limits by one of the crime boss’s lieutenants – one last year, the other the year before – and never seen or heard from again. Apparently they weren’t the first.

According to what Dolores had been told by some of the other frightened employees, the crime boss’s mistress – a sultry 30 year old redhead called Lola Devine – had been a key player in the murders, gaining the missing women’s trust and then luring them into the car with one of the crime organization’s muscle thugs.

Dolores had amassed enough documents and testimony to bring down the operation and had kept the police informed, but something had gone wrong. A clerk at the police department had run up gambling debts and was passing information to local criminals to work off his debt. He’d somehow found out about Dolores being an undercover PI, and word had quickly reached Tony Di Angelo. Realizing he’d be facing murder charges, but having already amassed millions, he’d cut his losses, cashed in his assets and was about to head to a small local airport where he kept a private aircraft.

Ahead of fleeing to South America he’d called Lola, told her to collect the fortune in stolen jewels that he kept at the club, and then join him at the airport. He’d also told her that Dolores was an undercover PI with enough information to send them both to prison for life, and that she should take care of her. Which is how Dolores found herself alone with Lola in the lavish penthouse apartment above the club, at the point of a gun.

Both women were dressed as all the waitresses at the club were attired, in short, tight, flimsy slip dresses that left little to the imagination, and high heeled shoes. Dolores was wearing a red dress and Lola’s was white. The evil redhead eyed Dolores warily, a small revolver in her hand.

“You interfering bitch,” she snarled, “you’ve caused a lot of trouble. But I guess life on a beach in South America won’t be too bad, with all our money to keep us company.”

Dolores thought quickly. It was clear to the resourceful PI that the redhead intended to kill her. She needed to make a move. She thought quickly and then launched into a story.

“You won’t be going to Rio, Lola. Mr Di Angelo has double crossed you. He’s long gone, I’m sure. Why, even the jewels in that case are fakes. bursa otele gelen escort I saw him switch them last week.”

It was a desperate bluff, but she counted on Lola’s greed and stupidity, and knew that the gun made the villainess arrogant and overconfident. Dolores had been edging closer to the redhead, who was glancing nervously at the jewelry case that was resting on a small table beside them.

“N-no,” Lola gasped, “h-he wouldn’t” – she glanced at the jewelry box again, panic and confusion in her eyes, her gaze shifting rapidly between the box and the woman she’d been ordered to kill. But Dolores had slowly closed the distance between them, and took advantage of Lola’s panic and indecision, suddenly thrusting out her arm, her hand grabbing Lola’s wrist and forcing her arm up as the panicked gun moll fired her weapon, shots hitting the ceiling.

The two women struggled desperately and furiously for possession of the gun, unsteady in their high heeled shoes, aiming kicks at each other’s ankles, gasping with effort, and yelling threats and abuse at each other.

After several minutes of struggling on their feet, knocking over the table with the jewelry case on it, their shapely bare legs tangled and both women fell hard on the floor, Lola losing her grip on the gun, which slid away across the floor. She lunged for it desperately, but Dolores pulled her back, the girl crook screaming in rage and frustration.

The two women struggled furiously on the floor, rolling over and over in a leggy tangle, slapping, scratching and pulling hair. As they rolled over and over, their shapely bare legs locked, tangled and kicked, resulting in both women’s high heels coming off as they rolled back and forward across the floor, first one on top, then the other.

The contents of the jewelry box were spilled across the floor beside the fighting women. The redheaded femme fatale was intimately familiar with jewels and Lola had a look of fury on her face as she saw the jewels were the genuine items and realized Dolores had tricked her, distracting her just enough to make her move.

Screaming abuse at the interfering PI, the murderous redhead raked at Dolores with her nails and the fight raged back and forward for several minutes, both women’s bodies slippery with perspiration, with both of them hitting, slapping, scratching, kicking, spitting, biting, pulling hair and choking each other in a life-or-death struggle.

The feisty PI knew she was fighting for her life. Lola was involved in at least two murders, and would surely kill her if she got the chance. Lola was equally desperate, knowing it was a life of riches and luxury if she got away, but life in prison if she was caught.

After ten more minutes of desperate struggling, both women were scratched, bruised, sore, sweaty and exhausted, but still evenly matched. Occasionally one of them made a lunge for the gun, only to be dragged back by the other, screaming with frustration. All the fighting took place on the floor, the women often locked together in a sweaty tangle, sometimes slapping and scratching, other times with their hands in each other’s hair, tugging furiously.

Finally, the two women broke away from their tangled rolling, both of them breathing hard, breasts heaving, kestel escort glaring at each other with hate in their eyes. They were both on their knees facing each other, too exhausted to stand.

With jewels, overturned furniture, and both women’s high heeled shoes scattered round the room, Lola scooped up one of the shoes and threw it at her hated rival with a scream of rage. It missed, as the plucky PI dodged, but the move gave Lola a chance. Looking around desperately, she saw her gun a few feet away on the floor and crawled towards it, her face a mask of hate.

Dolores saw the danger and scrambled after the redhead femme fatale. Lola was sobbing with rage, cursing her stupidity in letting the PI get too close to her, but had a murderous expression on her face as she reached her gun, her hand closing on it.

“Oh no you don’t, Lola,” Dolores gasped, tackling the gun moll down hard, just as her hand closed on her weapon. The brunette PI had the redhead crook face down on the floor and straddled her, her hand scrambling for the redhead’s wrist, gripping it hard and tight in her hand, then twisting savagely, pulling the screaming redhead’s arm up high behind her back.

“Drop the gun, Lola”, she hissed. The panicking redhead was screaming and struggling, kicking her shapely and sweaty bare legs furiously, but Dolores had her straddled and pinned, face down on the floor. Lola still had her gun in her hand, but was unable to use it.

Dolores had Lola’s wrist gripped hard and tight in one hand, and was using her other hand to grip Lola’s arm a little higher up, but still below the elbow, twisting the redhead crook’s arm up savagely behind her back in a perfectly-executed hammerlock.

“Drop it Lola”, the feisty PI yelled. “Drop the gun, you murdering bitch, or I’ll break your arm.” The screaming girl crook was in an impossible position: face down on the floor alongside the fortune in jewels, straddled, pinned, her breasts squashed painfully on the floor as the PI’s weight pressed down on her, her arm and shoulder in agony. She tried to reach back with her free hand, clawing desperately, but it was hopeless.

“Let go of the gun, Lola,” Dolores gasped, twisting Lola’s arm up even higher behind her own back. “Drop it, Bitch”. Sobbing with rage, pain and fear about her fate, the evil redhead finally had no choice but to release her grip on the weapon.

Sobbing with relief at having so narrowly escaped being killed, Dolores scooped up the weapon. She grabbed Lola’s sweat-soaked hair with her other hand, pulled the sobbing girl crook’s head up a few inches off the floor, and then clubbed her savagely on the back of her head with her own gun, releasing her grip on Lola’s hair as the girl crook fell forward, stunned and hors de combat.

Dolores was sitting astride her beaten foe, who was face down on the floor, straddled, pinned and helpless under the exhausted-but-victorious brunette PI. Dolores was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, but she still needed to do a couple of things. She grabbed Lola’s wrist again, repeating the earlier move where she’d finally disarmed the gun moll, twisting her arm up high behind her back a second time.

“OK Lola,” she gasped, “tell me where Mr Di Angelo has gone, or I swear I’ll break your arm.” mudanya escort Sobbing and screaming, her nerve completely gone, the defeated girl crook told the feisty PI everything, in between yells of agony and sobs of fury. Her face was pressed down painfully on the floor, as were her breasts, and while she was still struggling weakly, the determined PI had her under complete control.

“Looks like you won’t be needing those jewels, Lola”, Dolores sneered down at her defeated foe, still gripping her wrist hard and tight, still keeping Lola’s arm twisted up painfully behind her back. Lola’s face was inches away from some of the priceless jewels. A pearl necklace had snapped as the two fighting women rolled over it earlier, and it was now draped over Lola’s free hand.

“No cocktails on the beach in Rio for you, you murdering bitch,” the PI hissed. “Just a life sentence and a prison cell until the day you die. Now, put your other arm behind your back or I swear I’ll break your arm.”

Sobbing with fear, rage, pain, shame and humiliation, Lola complied. In a final irony, Dolores wrapped the snapped pearl necklace around the sobbing girl crook’s wrists, tying her hands together behind her back in a painfully tight fashion.

With a satisfied look on her face, Dolores got up slowly, standing over her defeated foe, who was face down on the floor, sobbing her heart out. Dolores used the apartment’s telephone to call the police, telling them to ground flights at the airport and intercept Mr Di Angelo, and to come to the club’s penthouse apartment to arrest Lola for murder.

The police arrived ten minutes later. Lola was still face down on the floor and two cops hauled the sobbing girl crook roughly to her feet, untied the pearl necklace from her wrists and replaced it with handcuffs, the cold metal digging into her slender wrists. Lola winced in pain, her wrists already bruised from Dolores having tied them so tightly with the necklace.

An hour ago Lola had looked sexy, sassy and sultry in her little slip dress and heels, and had been anticipating a life of luxury in Rio, filled with lazy days on the beach sipping cocktails, and champagne and gourmet food in the city’s fancy restaurants.

Now, she was a hot mess, with a life sentence in a brutal prison ahead of her. One of the shoulder straps of her slip dress had been snapped in the desperate struggle, and one of her ample breasts was on display. She was led away by the cops, sweaty, disheveled and barefoot, hands cuffed behind her back.

As the police marched Lola towards the door, they passed Dolores, who was giving another cop her statement. The two women’s eyes met briefly. Lola glared at the brunette PI, but there was shame and fear in her expression too, as well as fury. She’d had the gun, yet had been tricked, disarmed, overpowered, straddled, pinned and defeated by the feisty brunette PI. It wasn’t just defeat, it was total humiliation.

Dolores looked Lola directly in the eyes, her expression a mix of satisfaction at her victory, and contempt for the gun moll who’d plotted the deaths of at least two other young women. Lola couldn’t meet Dolores’s gaze and looked down.

As she was led out of the room, head down, cuffed, with her arms behind her back, the certainty of a life sentence finally hit her, and she had a sick, tight feeling in her chest, and a look of absolute despair on her face. Her sore, sweat-soaked body was shaking with sobs, and though she didn’t realize it at the time, she’d relive the agony of her defeat at the hands of the feisty brunette PI every day for the rest of her life.

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I have always been a closet exhibitionist and I have enjoyed masturbating, but in the past few years I’ve become more and more disabled, leaving me permanently in a wheelchair. Being in the wheelchair will not allow me to venture into the woods and walk naked or to drive naked from the waist down as I used to do. The use of my hands is failing, which of course makes masturbation difficult. Add to this, that I have moved into a long-term care facility which reduces my privacy greatly. I had visions of perpetual celibacy.

However, kudos to the facility. I was able to plan my “private time”. Two staff members, usually female, 20 to 35 years old have been assigned to prepare me for masturbation. They would use the lift to move me from my chair to the bed. There, they would undress me and in addition, they would have to remove the condom catheter that I wear.

The first private time was quite the operation. There were 3 females in attendance on this occasion, a nurse student, Kia aged 18, and 2 regular staff, Ella and Mary probably in their mid-twenties. Kia was larger sized blonde. She was not supposed to be in the room but just turned up with the other staff supposedly to observe as part of her training. Ella was the older of the 3, and more experienced, being married. She was tall, around 6 feet I guess, with a chest to match and a great-looking ass. Mary was tiny and younger than Ella. She didn’t have a boyfriend and seemed to be quite inexperienced.

My top, slippers and socks had to be taken off before I was removed from my chair into the bed. Removing my top was routine but the removal of my slippers orhangazi escort and socks allowed me to check out their cleavage. As Ella bent over to remove my socks and slippers, I peered down her shirt. Her tits were at least C cup and she wore a loose-fitting black brassiere. I saw her breasts swinging back and forth as she pulled my socks down. At one point, she paused directly in front of me showing me the best view. I was able to see her dark areola and a bit of each nipple. This stirred my cock. I could feel it pulsing, pumping, getting close to release.

Mary was different. Being tiny, she wore only a camisole under her scrub top. It was a silky pink with lace fringes. It was very loose to enable her to do the physical work which is part of her job. As she bent down, I was able to sneak a peek down the camisole to see her nipples, pink and erect as they rubbed against silky material. They may have been an A cup. Her tits did not swing like Ella’s did, but stayed still as the camisole rubbed back and forth on her engorged nipples. I did not think of Mary like that before, but this proved that she was a horny little thing. She would be performing this action many times throughout her shift. Her nipples would be stimulated by her camisole constantly during the day.

A sling was maneuvered underneath me which was to support me when I was lifted out of the chair and onto the bed. The sling was removed once I lay down and all I had on were my pants and boxers. Ella, being the tallest went to the end of the bed and grabbed the waistband of the boxers and pants and pulled nilüfer escort them both straight off. Even though my cock was encased in a latex condom and catheter, it popped right up to attention.

Kia the young nurse, was standing near the foot of the bed so I watched her reaction as my bottoms were pulled off and my condom covered cock jumped up. Her eyes were focused on it as she took a step closer to the end of the bed to improve her vantage point.

My exhibitionist self loved this. Here I was, being undressed by 3 females tasked with helping. I was laying completely naked surrounded by females. But the next part of the procedure would be exciting as well – removing the condom catheter.

Ella started taking the condom off using Vaseline. This involved taking my cock in both of her hands. She started slowly rolling the condom up the shaft towards the head. Each time she rolled a bit up, it felt like she was stroking my cock. My cock grew in length and girth as this arousing removal continued. When Ella had rolled the condom two thirds of the way up my cock, Mary, who was across the bed across from Ella, was eager to help. She grabbed the shaft in both hands to help keep it steady. I could feel Mary’s hands gripping tightly, then loosely, then tightly, then loosely. I thought for sure she was going to propel my semen up and out, and I struggled not to release it yet. I could see that she enjoyed handling my cock as she did not have a boyfriend or have much experience. She was a great assistant but I’m sure it was really to satisfy her own needs.

Finally, Ella removed bursa türbanlı escort the condom, and precum was dripping off the end of my cock. But that was fine because now, Ella and Mary had to do. Peri-care. That is, the cleaning of my cock, balls and ass hole followed by an application of medicinal and barrier creams.

Mary held my cock against my stomach while Ella used the warm cloth to wash my groin and balls. With her free hand, she moved my sack right and left, up and down and scrubbed it until it started to hurt. During this cleaning, Mary and Ella discussed any marks they spotted on my bag.

Now, it was Mary’s turn. She applied cream to my cock and balls. She always started beneath the balls and lifted them up with the other hand in making sure that the cream covered every millimeter of my scrotum. The next job was to apply cream to the shaft of my cock. Ella and Mary worked together now while Kia watched closely. Mary started at the base of my cock and worked towards the end and Ella was applying cream all around the head. I could feel the hot liquid oozing up, the tension was excruciating. My balls started to tighten and I started squirming and moaning. Finally, as Ella and Mary’s hands met at the head, I shot a huge load straight up in the air and the two girls jumped back, laughing. My whole body shuddered and I groaned as it released its hot reward.

Ella said, “clean up time.” Mary was there in a flash, licking up my shaft and Ella’s tongue covered the head of my cock. Kia looked back and forth between the two girls feeling left out, but they ignored her. I looked at her and said, “Maybe next time.”

Once the cleanup was done, they quickly covered me with my blankets, and each gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“See you tomorrow, sleep tight,” the girls whispered to me as they turned off the lights and left me go over the evening’s action as I tried to get to sleep.

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It was 1:30 in the morning, and a line was blinking at the bottom of his computer monitor: //your chat partner has just signed off.// Slowly, he let out all his breath and inhaled again, tasting the spoor of arousal in the air, feeling his heartbeat slow, bit by bit, back toward normal.

The last few lines above that still remained, as well:

–That was absolutely amazing

–thanks, you too darlin’. talk to you soon.

He smiled, his eyes heavy, his lips parted slightly, his breath already finding the pattern of sleep, though he was not ready to go to bed yet. He ran a hand through his short, greying hair – not the same hand he’d been using, of course – and it was slightly damp with sweat, tangled, the slightest bit greasy. He thought about whether he should take a shower, or wait until morning.

Morning won out, but he would still need to clean himself up. Groaning, he pushed back from the desk, his knees stiff, ankles locked in place. His right hand, which had still been curled around the dwindling shaft of his cock, as if to protect it, opened slowly, fingers connected by gleaming strands of milky liquid. He raised it to his face, savouring the earthy scent of his semen, putting out the tip of his tongue and tasting it – letting just a sample of his essence dissolve into his mouth. He smiled at its familiarity and swallowed.

He dropped his hand again, using his index and middle fingers to clean off the curved head of his cock, then wiped his hand off using a t-shirt he’d tossed to the floor an hour ago, when they first began chatting, when he needed to feel the air bursa escort bayan against his skin and to be able to touch his nipples one or two times while he stroked himself. He stood, stumbling slightly when he found out his feet were half-asleep, but forcing himself to walk the pins and needles out. They were already fading when he reached the bathroom, flipping the switches that turned the light and the fan on as one, and leaning against the counter to look at himself in the mirror.

His reflection stared back, shoulders hunched a little and freckled, eyes a little bit hollow with the hour but shining, lips a little bit puffy as if he’d been kissing someone, instead of just dreaming that he had. A smile still teased at the corners of his mouth, even without actively thinking about the conversation he’d just had, and the deliciously arousing person who’d been at the other end. He washed his hands, barely splashing the water across his fingers – the reason for coming in was to look at himself, to read what had just happened in his own eyes, not really because he wanted to remove even the slightest trace that would remind him. On the contrary, he wanted to remember it all.

At that thought, he remembered the conversation, still open and unsaved on his computer, and he finished in the bathroom hurriedly. His feet weren’t asleep any more, but his legs were still weak, almost trembling as he made his way back to his room through the shadows of the darkened apartment. As he got closer, the light from the screen filtered across the carpet, leading him back.

The görükle escort words were still there as he settled gratefully into his chair, the seat still warm against his bare thighs and the small of his back, and he flexed his wrist as he reached for the mouse. I’m definitely courting carpal tunnel tonight, he joked to himself as he cut-and-pasted the text into a Word file for saving; of course, it was the same hand that had been on the shaft of his cock for a solid hour in between describing the most wanton sexual acts he could think of with his cyber-lover, moving from one act to the other in a delirium of desire and joy that still glowed within him like the embers of a once-raging wildfire.

Sleep tugged at his eyelids, and he slid the pointer up to close the window, preparing to shut the computer down. But as his eyes followed its path, a line of text caught his eye again:

–Pulling you so deep inside, bearing down to keep you there, moaning and quivering …

His eyes widened suddenly as the image took him again, causing him to shiver slightly, his breath quickening. He read down further, taking his cock back in hand almost without noticing, simply holding it there, fingers a tight circle around the renewed swell of the shaft as he used his left hand clumsily to scroll down, re-reading his words, his lover’s responses, the places where desire and the need to touch became too much, leaving them inarticulate and wordless …

His lips moved, as if shaping a name, as if preparing for another invisible kiss. “God,” he whispered to himself, bursa escort bayan arching his back away from the chair, rolling his hips and beginning to move his hand along the ridged shaft of his cock. “Oh god, darlin’,” he echoed as the embers within him struck a spark again, then another, then a shower, white-hot and spreading, catching fire everywhere they landed. He moaned, losing even the most basic of words in the grip of his need.

It wasn’t long before he was rocking forward, his hand a blur against his semi-erect cock, fingers coated in precome. It wasn’t long before he moaned that name aloud, biting on his bottom lip at the end, trying to hold back the inevitable. And it wasn’t very long at all, only a few moments, before he felt that heat spread through his body, rising like the thermometer in a cartoon, racing for explosion – it wasn’t long before he hunched over, his body wracked with such divine pleasure, such an echo of the previous bliss, and he burst, the head of his cock twitching and spouting forth again, once, twice, and dripping steadily after until he gave one last, almost savage squeeze to his aching member and milked the last few drops from the tip with a groan somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“God, god, god,” he murmured as he wiped his hand clean for the second time, words slowly coming to him again, chest heaving, barely able to force open his eyes, much less rise from the chair. For ten minutes he sat there, staring at the screen but barely able to make out the words, completely drained, lost in the dreams of someone he’d never met, never touched – but who he was absolutely crazy for, even now, when their evening was long since over. “God, I want you, want you right here,” he moaned, barely loud enough that he could hear it himself.

He wondered if he would write about this later, when he had the strength back to move his hands over the keyboard.

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I had a reputation as a prude. I hadn’t planned it that way, I was just picky about who I took to bed. With my reputation being set like that, it made it hard for me to get a one-night stand. Even when I really wanted one, and I wanted one bad! Since masturbation wasn’t helping, I decided to go for a drive. I don’t know why, but I put my vibrator in my purse when I left.

As I was driving down the highway, I looked in truckers’ rearview mirrors as I passed them. Some of them were “hot”; I was getting hornier just by checking them out. The excitement about what I was doing was almost more than I could handle. The truckers had no clue of the effect they had on me. I slowly started rubbing my pussy as I drove. Without thinking, I slipped off my shoe and put my left foot on the dash. I just kept getting hornier with each truck I passed. I started rubbing my clit under my mini-skirt, as I passed the next truck. I didn’t even think about the fact that he could see what I was doing, until I had passed a couple of trucks. The realization of what I was doing both scared me and excited me. I kept well in front of the trucks, while I thought about what I had just done. Oh well, it wasn’t like I was fucking them all. I decided to take it a bit further. Now I was running on the excitement I was filled with, I had always been such a cautious person, and the possible danger just turned me on more.

I fumbled for my vibrator. In doing so, I slowed down a bit, I noticed the 3 trucks passing me; they were the same ones I had just passed. As I passed them this time, I ran my vibrator over my tits. I was careful to only pass the same trucks. I waited excitedly as they all passed me again, this time I noticed there weren’t any cars behind me, so I passed slower. I tilted my hips so I could insert my vibrator slightly into my pussy, just enough that it would stay. I slowed to match the first truckers speed. When I was beside him; I rubbed bursa evi olan escort my clit and ran my hand under my top. I was getting hornier all the time; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this as I drove. I pulled up and matched speed with the next truck. This time I worked the vibrator a little. Oh shit, I needed fucked more than ever now. I pulled up beside the third truck and squeezed my tit hard, my body was quivering, and driving was getting hard. I had to pull over and fast.

Luckily the rest stop was deserted; I needed to finish off what I had started. At this point I didn’t care what the truckers did. I figured it was up to them. As I pulled into the rest stop, I just hoped at least one of them would join me. I was thrilled, scared, and very excited as I noticed the trucks parking. All three of them had pulled in behind me. I put my seat all the way back, now I had my left hand free, so I could do this right. I slipped off my right shoe and placed my foot on the dash. I couldn’t stop now, I didn’t care how it happened. I just needed fucked bad! The truckers got out of their trucks and were walking towards me. I started squeezing my tits with my right hand and working the vibrator with my left hand. Moans were escaping me as my body quivered, I closed my eyes to hold the fear I was feeling at bay. I heard my car doors being opened. I bit my lip as I opened my eyes to check out the truckers. There were two men by each of my doors; there must have been two men in one of the trucks.

Just seeing them there scared me and excited me even more. I knew I wasn’t in the safest position, but at this point I didn’t care. I was normally such a careful person, but knowing the position I had put myself in made me more excited. I had heard danger could be exciting, but never realized it could be this exciting. I started giving the vibrator head, licking my juices off it and deep-throating altıparmak escort it. I tried to look each man in the eyes as I did this; moans were escaping me around the vibrator. I couldn’t believe the men were just watching. I was just getting ready to fuck myself with the vibrator again when one of the men by my door said, “Here suck this.” I turned and got on my knees to eagerly suck him off, as I squeezed my clit.

I tried to contain my excitement, as I slowly started working on his cock. He slowly backed up, causing me to have to follow him. This left me fully exposed to the men; I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. I didn’t miss a lick as I climbed out of my car. Actually, I started sucking more eagerly. The man I was sucking off was so tall I barely had to bend over. He wrapped his fingers in my hair as I felt one of the other men pick up my hips and ram his dick in my pussy.

They carried me, impaled on their cocks, over to a picnic table. I couldn’t believe how excited I was, the fear in me just kept building my excitement. They kept me suspended, ramming their dicks deep into me. I was bouncing back and forth between them, holding onto the hips in front of me, trying not to miss a beat. I was eager for their cum. Moaning and trying to meet their thrust I sucked harder, I tasted pre-cum and eagerly swallowed all his hot cum, as he sprayed it down my throat, just as more cum was spraying deep in my pussy. I kept sucking after I no longer tasted cum, I just wanted more.

Somehow they managed to flip me over on my back, as they laid me across the table. The first trucker pulled his cock out of my mouth saying, “Damn! She can suck.” I eagerly grabbed the next dick, as my head hung backwards over the table. Just as I sucked it down my throat. I heard the last man say, “I don’t like sloppy seconds,” as he lifted my legs high in the air and forced his cock up my ass. gemlik escort

I loved anal, but had never had it so rough, so a muffle yell escaped my lips around the dick pumping down my throat. The man that was fucking my face said, “Oh yeah bitch. That feels good, keep yelling on my cock.” He then started mashing my tits in his hands. He squeezed them harder and harder, till I yelled. Then he told the other guy to fuck my ass harder to see if I’d scream. I felt my asshole tear as he started relentlessly ramming his cock deep in me. Tears started running down my face as I screamed. Instantly, I felt cum squirting up my ass and down my throat. I had enjoyed rough sex before, but wondered how rough I would enjoy it. I loved this!

Then they lifted me upright between the first two men. I was sandwiched between them as the rammed their cocks in my sore ass and pussy. Now that I had my voice I couldn’t help but yell at them, “Oh yes, more, more, more, I need all you got! Fuck me hard!” as tears streamed down my face. For some reason the more pain they inflicted on me the more I wanted.

They passed me back and forth using all my holes as they crushed my tits, pinched my nipples and clit, and slapped my ass hard enough to bruise. Every time there was a dick in my throat they would make me scream, either by twisting my nipples or cutting me with a pocket knife one of them had. My body was racked by orgasm after orgasm; one would barely finish as the next one would hit me. My body shook uncontrollably. When the men were finished with me they put me back in my car, covered me with a blanket I had in the back seat and left. I over heard one of them say, “I’ll go get the closed sign I left by the entrance.” I had vaguely wondered why no one had come to the rest stop. Then I drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up the truckers were long gone and the rest stop was full of families. Somewhat disappointed, I straightened what was left of my clothes and drove home to see to my wounds. Although I was very sore and battered, I was hoping to do this again sometime. I had always enjoyed sex but this topped all my experiences. I couldn’t wait to heal and do it again. Just the though both scared me and thrilled me.

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Angel Alone (A Chance Meeting part Two)

She sat alone at her work desk, chatting with her overwhelming and intriguing stranger again. The conversation was intense and Angel was having a hard time concentrating. He had this effect on her…stealing her reason and her self control. With only his words he could take her over, pushing her and pushing her hard to inevitable release. On the phone it was even more extreme, the sound of his voice making her shiver and immediately get wet, wanting desperately to cum for him again and again. The feeling of all this stayed with her…invading her thoughts endlessly and keeping her in a state of sexual overdrive. Already Angel was an intensely sexual person and this stranger was making that side of her become exponentially stronger. This didn’t bother Angel though…in fact she was loving every second of it.

The conversation was winding down as he had to go, but before leaving he told her to do something for him. Without hesitation she agreed, waiting for his instructions. When she read his words she could feel the atmosphere in the room change, as if he was standing next to her and whispering in her ear and making her tremble all over. The absolute deliciously electric energy that filled her ran riot through her…to bursa yabancı escort every nerve ending she possessed, taking her over completely.

Tonight Angel…when you’re alone and all is quiet as you lay in your bed…slowly and deliberately rock your hips….lift them and lower them again if you like..but slowly. Think of the morning and our conversation and how it made you feel.

After he signed off Angel was in a state of excited anticipation all day that day. She tried to write as she did every day, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the things he said. She eagerly waited for nightfall when her daughter would leave for the night and she would be alone. When the hour finally arrived, Angel went to her bed and not even bothering to put on pajamas, she stripped naked and got into bed. Again his words played inside her mind, as they had been all day. With them repeating over and over she began to rock her hips…slowly…oh so slowly…and occasionally lifting her hips and lowering them. As her excitement built she could feel the burn in the pit of her stomach…that familiar feeling of losing control and giving in to the ravenous animal inside her that she tried so hard to hide from the world.

Think of what went through bursa sınırsız escort your mind as you found yourself getting wetter and wetter. And to think we were only using words. As you lay there thinking of this, Angel, place your hand over your crotch and rock some against your hand.

Angel reached down…down to the waiting wetness there and she gently placed her right hand there, feeling her own warmth, feeling the waves of heat radiating from her most secret place and sighing softly as she began to rock against her hand. She took her time, rocking against it gently, letting the sensation of it work its way all through her and start to take her over. Angel gave herself up to it and let it rule her, driving out everything else for awhile, leaving her alone to indulge her passionate lust.

As you do this Angel, start to feel me…sense me…there between your legs. Sense my head there…my face so close to it you feel my breath on it. Then guide my head…my mouth…and my tongue as you lay there in the dark…..

In her mind Angel could see him there between her spread eagled thighs, her hands on his head and showing him how she liked it done. She could feel his tongue teasing her clit…his warm breath on her…driving her görükle escort to the edge of no control. Teasing…licking…and going inside her and making her shiver uncontrollably. She began to moan..softly…feeling his mouth…his tongue devouring her…all of her. Angel felt the sweet intensity of it building and building, as she pushed her hand harder on herself, grinding against it now, driving her further and further towards the edge of losing herself completely. She began to tremble violently as she felt it fall over her, crashing into her body and her mind and tearing away everything else.

…and cum for me.

With his last words running rampant in her mind she stiffened and tensed all over…her breath..her reason…all her control driven from her and cumming hard. She gasped as it shook her to her core and she cried out for him…calling to him…moaning for him…over and over…still feeling him there with her. She felt her own cum soaking her eager little hand and running out of her…making her upper thighs wet and sticky with it. Wave after wave crashed over her…again and again…until she was completely spent.

Angel fell limp then, gasping…panting…shivering all over…her body weak and exhausted. But she felt amazing…tingling with the sensation of it all…this feeling reaching every nerve ending inside her and all over her. And with his words still echoing in her head and overwhelming her she smiled…her thoughts full of this stranger that had her so much under his spell.

And with that drifting through her mind…she fell into a long and peaceful sleep.

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