An Awkward Situation
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OOC
I've posted an OOC thread to stop all the OOC's
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Have a read and post in there, I'll start the thread up again late tomorrow (Tues) GMT so everyone should have a chance to read it
I've posted an OOC thread to stop all the OOC's
www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=128896
Have a read and post in there, I'll start the thread up again late tomorrow (Tues) GMT so everyone should have a chance to read it
dr_mabeuse
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Marr Danger
So that was my conversation about pizza with Vinnie.
I got my .38, put on my jacket and a rain coat and rode the elevator down to the lobby, where I had the distinct pleasure of meeting him face-to-mug. For all that he kept his part of the bargain. I told him what I knew about Cassie and about her devil-worshipping buddies, which didn't take long, I can tell you. But I figured with the kind of connections Mr Big has, he doesn't need Matt Danger's help to track someone down.
I couldn't tell if he had Heather with him or not, and he wasn't volunteering the information. For all I knew she might have been working for Vinnie all along, because look: didn't she tell me that Vinnie said he'd meet her tommorow at 10:00 AM? So then he tails us. Okay, that's understandable, he wants to know what she's up to, where she's staying.
But then he puts on the pressure to let us know he's hanging outside. What's the idea of that? If he didn't trust her in the first place, why'd he make the 10:00 deal? If he made the 10:00 deal, why'd he come crashing the party so early and queer the chance that she was going to collect the stuff during the night?
If I were any judge, I would think that he didn't have her. The thing to do would be to let her go and tail her if he was so sure she had the stuff.
But what do I know?
So I told him good luck. As far as I was concerned, he could have the stuff and good riddance. I told him some time I'd buy him a drink and we'd look back on this and laugh. Sure. When pigs fly.
I got the heap and headed down to the office. It was pretty late by now and the streets were deserted. The fog had moved in good now and you couldn't see twenty feet, so I took it easy, got down there and checked my place from the outside.
Yeah. The light was on in the office. I didn't leave the light on.
I didn't figure anyone would still be there. If you're planting dope in someone's place, accepted practice is you don't hang around just sos you can see the expression on their face. On the other hand, if the cops were waiting for me, they'd have the sense to keep the lights off. Probably the Devil-boys had forgotten to douse the lights after they made the plant. But I wasn't going to take a chance.
I crept up the back stairs, keeping in the shadows. The building was dark, deserted, and quiet as a tomb. I've been in that building for years and I know how it sounds every hour of the day and night. Know each rafiator clank, each hiss of steam, each door creak. But now I heard something new.
I heard music. And it was coming from my office. It didn't sound like devil worshipper music. It sounded like that lite jazz crap.
For a second I thought of pulling out the .38 and just going in blasting, because in my opinion people who listen to that kind of stuff don't deserve to live, but instead I kept my gun where it was.
I walked up to my office door. The hall was dark. The office was lit. I pushed on the door. It opened.
The music was coming from the old radio I keep near my desk. Sure enough, there was a little box on my desk, but it was open. There was a plastic bag containing white powder. That was open as well.
There was someone in my chair, the back to me so I couldn't see who it was. I flicked off the radio and said, "You don't play that kind of stuff in my office if you don't mind."
The chair spin slowly around and I saw who it was. Maybe you heard my jaw drop.
So that was my conversation about pizza with Vinnie.
I got my .38, put on my jacket and a rain coat and rode the elevator down to the lobby, where I had the distinct pleasure of meeting him face-to-mug. For all that he kept his part of the bargain. I told him what I knew about Cassie and about her devil-worshipping buddies, which didn't take long, I can tell you. But I figured with the kind of connections Mr Big has, he doesn't need Matt Danger's help to track someone down.
I couldn't tell if he had Heather with him or not, and he wasn't volunteering the information. For all I knew she might have been working for Vinnie all along, because look: didn't she tell me that Vinnie said he'd meet her tommorow at 10:00 AM? So then he tails us. Okay, that's understandable, he wants to know what she's up to, where she's staying.
But then he puts on the pressure to let us know he's hanging outside. What's the idea of that? If he didn't trust her in the first place, why'd he make the 10:00 deal? If he made the 10:00 deal, why'd he come crashing the party so early and queer the chance that she was going to collect the stuff during the night?
If I were any judge, I would think that he didn't have her. The thing to do would be to let her go and tail her if he was so sure she had the stuff.
But what do I know?
So I told him good luck. As far as I was concerned, he could have the stuff and good riddance. I told him some time I'd buy him a drink and we'd look back on this and laugh. Sure. When pigs fly.
I got the heap and headed down to the office. It was pretty late by now and the streets were deserted. The fog had moved in good now and you couldn't see twenty feet, so I took it easy, got down there and checked my place from the outside.
Yeah. The light was on in the office. I didn't leave the light on.
I didn't figure anyone would still be there. If you're planting dope in someone's place, accepted practice is you don't hang around just sos you can see the expression on their face. On the other hand, if the cops were waiting for me, they'd have the sense to keep the lights off. Probably the Devil-boys had forgotten to douse the lights after they made the plant. But I wasn't going to take a chance.
I crept up the back stairs, keeping in the shadows. The building was dark, deserted, and quiet as a tomb. I've been in that building for years and I know how it sounds every hour of the day and night. Know each rafiator clank, each hiss of steam, each door creak. But now I heard something new.
I heard music. And it was coming from my office. It didn't sound like devil worshipper music. It sounded like that lite jazz crap.
For a second I thought of pulling out the .38 and just going in blasting, because in my opinion people who listen to that kind of stuff don't deserve to live, but instead I kept my gun where it was.
I walked up to my office door. The hall was dark. The office was lit. I pushed on the door. It opened.
The music was coming from the old radio I keep near my desk. Sure enough, there was a little box on my desk, but it was open. There was a plastic bag containing white powder. That was open as well.
There was someone in my chair, the back to me so I couldn't see who it was. I flicked off the radio and said, "You don't play that kind of stuff in my office if you don't mind."
The chair spin slowly around and I saw who it was. Maybe you heard my jaw drop.
English Lady
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Helena Greene
A little light and a little music does the soul some good....and although this chair is a little worn it is damn comfortable..and leather does feel so good against naked skin.
Naked...well I sure haven't done this before..stripped in some PIs office and erm"played" on his chair but damn I was so bloody horny...I needed to do something...and i still feel horny...that itch....need to be sated....
"You don't play that kind of stuff in my office if you don't mind."
the voice took me by surprise so i turned around in the chair....ahhh Its Mr Danger himself...looking a little harried and worn round the edges...but in a very sexy way....
His eyes register shock, then his jaw drops and then he just stands there looking at me.....as if transfixed....
All this time I'd not stoped fiongering myself...I nned to feel something inside me...I need to feel sexualy satisfied and I need it now....
"Hello Mr Danger, fancy meeting you here!" I giggle uncontrolably
"I hope you don't mind..I made myself comfortable.....although if you want to come and sit in your sit again..i wouldn't mind....as long as you let me sit in your lap!"
Somewhere deep inside a voice is screaming.....I feel as if something is wrong..i am not like this.....but I ignore the voice and concerntrating on the burning desire in my loins...
A little light and a little music does the soul some good....and although this chair is a little worn it is damn comfortable..and leather does feel so good against naked skin.
Naked...well I sure haven't done this before..stripped in some PIs office and erm"played" on his chair but damn I was so bloody horny...I needed to do something...and i still feel horny...that itch....need to be sated....
"You don't play that kind of stuff in my office if you don't mind."
the voice took me by surprise so i turned around in the chair....ahhh Its Mr Danger himself...looking a little harried and worn round the edges...but in a very sexy way....
His eyes register shock, then his jaw drops and then he just stands there looking at me.....as if transfixed....
All this time I'd not stoped fiongering myself...I nned to feel something inside me...I need to feel sexualy satisfied and I need it now....
"Hello Mr Danger, fancy meeting you here!" I giggle uncontrolably
"I hope you don't mind..I made myself comfortable.....although if you want to come and sit in your sit again..i wouldn't mind....as long as you let me sit in your lap!"
Somewhere deep inside a voice is screaming.....I feel as if something is wrong..i am not like this.....but I ignore the voice and concerntrating on the burning desire in my loins...
dr_mabeuse
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Matt Danger
Lord love a freaking duck!
I know I’m always griping about being a PI. The bad pay, long hours, the bums you have to hang around with. But then every once in a great great while, you run into something like what I saw sitting in my office chair and looking back at me, and you realize that it is all worthwhile.
It was the redhead from the bar, the one who’d broken the glass and had been waiting for a cab when Heather and I made our futile getaway attempt earlier, and how I had failed to appreciate her conspicuous charms at the time I have no idea. Nerves? Tension? Hysterical blindness? But I made up for that now.
You remember that movie, that cartoon: “Who Shot Roger Rabbit”? You remember his girlfriend Jessica? “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way”? Well her twin sister was sitting in my office chair in real life. I mean, she was sitting there, but her clothes weren’t.
She looked too good to be true. You expect that of a cartoon, but when you see it in a real life woman it’s a little unsettling. She was all pink and juicy ripeness. Playboy magazine, Penthouse, they’d have to add another page to their fold out to hold her. Ten pounds of woman in a five pound bag, that’s what she was.
I stuffed my tongue back in my mouth. “Office is closed, Miss…? Or is this a social call?”
She gave me a big smile but her eyelids stayed at half-mast. They were the most remarkable green and they glittered like the sequins in a stripper’s pasties. Her lips were bright red, swollen with desire and glistening, with just the slightest discernible tremble. I felt junior starting to climb up towards my belt for a peek yet again. Didn’t the guy ever know when to quit?
“Greene.” she said in a voice you could have used to light your cigarette, “But you can call me Helena… Matt.”
The way she said it added about six extra ‘t’s to my name, but I didn’t care.
And suddenly what was left of my cerebral functioning added two to two and came up with four.
The package. The drug. Open. A trace of white powder on my desk. A naked woman writhing slowly in my chair, her long legs open just enough for me to see the Gates of Paradise below.
“And what can I do for you…Helena?” I asked.
She slid down a few inches in the chair, just enough so she could raise her hands and grab a hold of the headrest on either side, showing me that somewhere there were girls going flat chested because the Good Lord had given their portion to Helena Greene instead. Her boobs were big, proud, and no nonsense, and she wasn’t ashamed of them one bit.
She never took her eyes off me as she began to rotate her hips in small, hungry circles against the chair. The tip of her pink tongue came out and touched her upper lip as she squirmed like this, and she said, “For me? Or to me?”
I laughed, mostly to cover the embarrassment that junior was causing me in my shorts, because he was letting me know he was ready for action.
“Helena,” I asked, indicating the dope on the desk. “Did you by any chance…”
“What if I did?” she said. “You know what they say: drugs can’t make you do anything you already don’t want to do.”
I laughed again and walked over to the desk to put the stash away, when Helena suddenly raised her foot and placed her toes softly against my cock.
“Now is that a gun in your pocket…” she asked through a wicked little smile.
As she massaged my cock with her toes, she dropped one hand to her crotch and began to idly play with herself. I could clearly see her sex, her labia pink and swollen, looking so sweet, sparkling with drops of dew. He breasts rose and fell as she ran her red fingernails up and down her sex.
“Now I forget.” I said. “Is it business before pleasure, or pleasure before business?”
“Oh don’t tease, Matt.” she said through pouty lips, “I’ve been here waiting for so long.”
She suddenly sat forward, grabbed me by the tie that was hanging loose around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. I grabbed on to the arms of the chair and leaned over. One kiss couldn’t hurt, could it? One kiss from those soft, ripe, hot and trembling, sex-oozing lips, that touched mine and seared me with about 100,000 volts of pure undiluted burning feminine libido… No, that couldn’t hurt at all.
In no time I was on my knees in front of her, her thighs over my shoulders, my hands full of her exquisite breasts as she tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me close to the center of her desperate hunger, panting and squealing with pleasure. She was sweet. She was more than sweet. She was essence of sex itself: the Secrets of Life, the Mystery That Is Woman, flowers and springtime and musk and the whole damned ball of wax. I wanted to just give up and die happy with my face buried in her warm, wet, softness. I was just overwhelmed with her sexuality.
At some point I had the dim realization that this must be the work of the drug. Not only was she the most sexy and sexual woman I had ever encountered in my entire life, during into liquid sex right in my mouth, but she was nothing like the nervous and uncertain girl I had seen back at the club, awkwardly fending off the advances of the local lounge lizards. If this is what that dope could do to a person, I suddenly knew what all the fighting and commotion was about. What could you do to people with a tiny pinch of this stuff in their Snapple or their Perrier with a twist? It was mind-boggling.
And speaking of mind boggling, that’s where Helena was now, slumped down flat in the chair, her thighs trembling around my ears, her eyes closed and her finger in her mouth like a pouty little girl as she came for the third time in my mouth, her hips jerking, her breasts quaking as she gasped and finally screamed out her pleasure in one long, uninhibited wail as I scooped up the juice of her passion and swallowed it down.
It was pure nectar to me as well, and I could feel my shorts sticking to my cock from all the precum that was pouring out. I had to get into this woman, had to have her right now!.
Finally she grabbed my face and pulled me from my heaven on earth.
“No, no more, Darling, please!” she said. “I want you for real!”
I got unsteadily to my feet and stripped of my pants and shoes. I felt like Godzilla and King Kong wrapped into one.
“On the desk!” I said hoarsely.
With one swipe I cleaned off the top of the desk, sending the lamp crashing to the floor, the bulb popping with a blinding flash, leaving us in dark but for the red neon light from Wong’s restaurant downstairs seeping through the blinds.
She moved her voluptuous body to the cold desk and lied down flat. She was warm, hot, burning up, and the smell of her perfume and her arousal came off her like waves of shimmering heat.
I moved between her thighs and got ready. I stopped to admire her for just a moment.
“Christ you’re beautiful.” I said, and I meant it. “You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve even seen!”
She smiled at me but the urgency didn’t leave her eyes.
“Not bad for a lady cop, huh?” she said.
Did someone say ‘cop’?
Did I care?
Lord love a freaking duck!
I know I’m always griping about being a PI. The bad pay, long hours, the bums you have to hang around with. But then every once in a great great while, you run into something like what I saw sitting in my office chair and looking back at me, and you realize that it is all worthwhile.
It was the redhead from the bar, the one who’d broken the glass and had been waiting for a cab when Heather and I made our futile getaway attempt earlier, and how I had failed to appreciate her conspicuous charms at the time I have no idea. Nerves? Tension? Hysterical blindness? But I made up for that now.
You remember that movie, that cartoon: “Who Shot Roger Rabbit”? You remember his girlfriend Jessica? “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way”? Well her twin sister was sitting in my office chair in real life. I mean, she was sitting there, but her clothes weren’t.
She looked too good to be true. You expect that of a cartoon, but when you see it in a real life woman it’s a little unsettling. She was all pink and juicy ripeness. Playboy magazine, Penthouse, they’d have to add another page to their fold out to hold her. Ten pounds of woman in a five pound bag, that’s what she was.
I stuffed my tongue back in my mouth. “Office is closed, Miss…? Or is this a social call?”
She gave me a big smile but her eyelids stayed at half-mast. They were the most remarkable green and they glittered like the sequins in a stripper’s pasties. Her lips were bright red, swollen with desire and glistening, with just the slightest discernible tremble. I felt junior starting to climb up towards my belt for a peek yet again. Didn’t the guy ever know when to quit?
“Greene.” she said in a voice you could have used to light your cigarette, “But you can call me Helena… Matt.”
The way she said it added about six extra ‘t’s to my name, but I didn’t care.
And suddenly what was left of my cerebral functioning added two to two and came up with four.
The package. The drug. Open. A trace of white powder on my desk. A naked woman writhing slowly in my chair, her long legs open just enough for me to see the Gates of Paradise below.
“And what can I do for you…Helena?” I asked.
She slid down a few inches in the chair, just enough so she could raise her hands and grab a hold of the headrest on either side, showing me that somewhere there were girls going flat chested because the Good Lord had given their portion to Helena Greene instead. Her boobs were big, proud, and no nonsense, and she wasn’t ashamed of them one bit.
She never took her eyes off me as she began to rotate her hips in small, hungry circles against the chair. The tip of her pink tongue came out and touched her upper lip as she squirmed like this, and she said, “For me? Or to me?”
I laughed, mostly to cover the embarrassment that junior was causing me in my shorts, because he was letting me know he was ready for action.
“Helena,” I asked, indicating the dope on the desk. “Did you by any chance…”
“What if I did?” she said. “You know what they say: drugs can’t make you do anything you already don’t want to do.”
I laughed again and walked over to the desk to put the stash away, when Helena suddenly raised her foot and placed her toes softly against my cock.
“Now is that a gun in your pocket…” she asked through a wicked little smile.
As she massaged my cock with her toes, she dropped one hand to her crotch and began to idly play with herself. I could clearly see her sex, her labia pink and swollen, looking so sweet, sparkling with drops of dew. He breasts rose and fell as she ran her red fingernails up and down her sex.
“Now I forget.” I said. “Is it business before pleasure, or pleasure before business?”
“Oh don’t tease, Matt.” she said through pouty lips, “I’ve been here waiting for so long.”
She suddenly sat forward, grabbed me by the tie that was hanging loose around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. I grabbed on to the arms of the chair and leaned over. One kiss couldn’t hurt, could it? One kiss from those soft, ripe, hot and trembling, sex-oozing lips, that touched mine and seared me with about 100,000 volts of pure undiluted burning feminine libido… No, that couldn’t hurt at all.
In no time I was on my knees in front of her, her thighs over my shoulders, my hands full of her exquisite breasts as she tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me close to the center of her desperate hunger, panting and squealing with pleasure. She was sweet. She was more than sweet. She was essence of sex itself: the Secrets of Life, the Mystery That Is Woman, flowers and springtime and musk and the whole damned ball of wax. I wanted to just give up and die happy with my face buried in her warm, wet, softness. I was just overwhelmed with her sexuality.
At some point I had the dim realization that this must be the work of the drug. Not only was she the most sexy and sexual woman I had ever encountered in my entire life, during into liquid sex right in my mouth, but she was nothing like the nervous and uncertain girl I had seen back at the club, awkwardly fending off the advances of the local lounge lizards. If this is what that dope could do to a person, I suddenly knew what all the fighting and commotion was about. What could you do to people with a tiny pinch of this stuff in their Snapple or their Perrier with a twist? It was mind-boggling.
And speaking of mind boggling, that’s where Helena was now, slumped down flat in the chair, her thighs trembling around my ears, her eyes closed and her finger in her mouth like a pouty little girl as she came for the third time in my mouth, her hips jerking, her breasts quaking as she gasped and finally screamed out her pleasure in one long, uninhibited wail as I scooped up the juice of her passion and swallowed it down.
It was pure nectar to me as well, and I could feel my shorts sticking to my cock from all the precum that was pouring out. I had to get into this woman, had to have her right now!.
Finally she grabbed my face and pulled me from my heaven on earth.
“No, no more, Darling, please!” she said. “I want you for real!”
I got unsteadily to my feet and stripped of my pants and shoes. I felt like Godzilla and King Kong wrapped into one.
“On the desk!” I said hoarsely.
With one swipe I cleaned off the top of the desk, sending the lamp crashing to the floor, the bulb popping with a blinding flash, leaving us in dark but for the red neon light from Wong’s restaurant downstairs seeping through the blinds.
She moved her voluptuous body to the cold desk and lied down flat. She was warm, hot, burning up, and the smell of her perfume and her arousal came off her like waves of shimmering heat.
I moved between her thighs and got ready. I stopped to admire her for just a moment.
“Christ you’re beautiful.” I said, and I meant it. “You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve even seen!”
She smiled at me but the urgency didn’t leave her eyes.
“Not bad for a lady cop, huh?” she said.
Did someone say ‘cop’?
Did I care?
Shadi
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Heather
Grabbing a coat from the closet, I headed out the back, this was becoming a regular thing! I stumbled a few times in the dark as I made my way to the side of the building and was about to step out when I heard voices.
Peering around the corner I could see Matt and Vinnie talking like old friends, Matt was telling him what he knew about the drugs and some girl called Cassie, when he finished he even said they should go for a drink some time.
I was confused by this, I thought Matt was helping me not working with the bad guys. Pulling the collar of the coat up I went back the other way and headed for the motel, my things were still there and I didn't think anyone knew about it, not that I really cared anymore. First thing in the morning I was going to the police to tell them what I knew, after that I was gone, let the cops clear up this mess.
Back at the motel I locked the door behind me, it didn't take long to pack my bag ready for the morning I was checking out early and didn't want to hang around. Giving the room a quick once over I turned the light off and lay on the bed waiting for sleep.
Grabbing a coat from the closet, I headed out the back, this was becoming a regular thing! I stumbled a few times in the dark as I made my way to the side of the building and was about to step out when I heard voices.
Peering around the corner I could see Matt and Vinnie talking like old friends, Matt was telling him what he knew about the drugs and some girl called Cassie, when he finished he even said they should go for a drink some time.
I was confused by this, I thought Matt was helping me not working with the bad guys. Pulling the collar of the coat up I went back the other way and headed for the motel, my things were still there and I didn't think anyone knew about it, not that I really cared anymore. First thing in the morning I was going to the police to tell them what I knew, after that I was gone, let the cops clear up this mess.
Back at the motel I locked the door behind me, it didn't take long to pack my bag ready for the morning I was checking out early and didn't want to hang around. Giving the room a quick once over I turned the light off and lay on the bed waiting for sleep.
English Lady
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I can't believe I am still so hot.....this sexy man has just licked my pussy like it has never been licked before and I am still gagging for it.
Hung over his desk wantoonly, my brests pointing to the ceiling, my nipples hard and red from all the attention they've been receiving, my hair tumbling over the edge of the table my thighs spread wide and Matt stood between them his cock ready to plunge into my juicy, wet , needful cunt.
"fill me up Matt...now...fuck me!!!"
I pleaded with him..i needed him..I needed that hard cock buried inside me, thrusting....
wrapping my legs around his waist i pull him in..his cock penertrating me slowly....
"Stop fucking teasing me and FUCK ME!!" I screamed
God this isn't me...I'm not like this..I am timid and quiet and sex is a naughty word in my vocabulary..hardly ever uttered and hardly ever practised.
I don't care though I need this...I need it soooo bad!!!!
Hung over his desk wantoonly, my brests pointing to the ceiling, my nipples hard and red from all the attention they've been receiving, my hair tumbling over the edge of the table my thighs spread wide and Matt stood between them his cock ready to plunge into my juicy, wet , needful cunt.
"fill me up Matt...now...fuck me!!!"
I pleaded with him..i needed him..I needed that hard cock buried inside me, thrusting....
wrapping my legs around his waist i pull him in..his cock penertrating me slowly....
"Stop fucking teasing me and FUCK ME!!" I screamed
God this isn't me...I'm not like this..I am timid and quiet and sex is a naughty word in my vocabulary..hardly ever uttered and hardly ever practised.
I don't care though I need this...I need it soooo bad!!!!
dr_mabeuse
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Matt Danger
Cop? She had definitely said something about being a cop, but at this point she could told me she was from the planet Neptune and I wouldn't have cared.
"Stop fucking teasing me and FUCK ME!" she screamed as she wrapped those gorgeous legs around me and pulled me into her.
She was tight, incredily tight, and I had to really lean my weight into her before the head of my cock parted her far enough to let me begin to slide in. Slide? It was like trying to push a pickle through a drinking straw and I had to go slow, agaonizingly slow, as her voluptuous body writhed beneath me on the desk, doing her best to force herself up onto me, gasping with pain and pleasure as I stretched her wide.
She was not in her right mind; that was obvious. This was not a girl who fooled around much if at all. It was all the drug. Every so often the look of total wanton lust on her face would be replaced with a look of incredulous dismay at what she was doing, and it was clear to me that her body was calling all the shots and that she was as shocked at what she was doing as I was, moreso even. She just could not handle the raging need that consumed her, and her face switched between a mask of sexual desire and complete embarrassment.
But embarrassed or no, that didn't change the fact that she was sheer dynamite. She arched her back, she thumbed her own nipples, she swivelled her hips, she moaned, begged, pleaded, said words I knew had never come out of that mouth before.
I didn't do a thing. Once I was all the way in her, I just let her do the work, and she fucked me like there was no tomorrow, till she was so stuffed with meat that all she could do was lie there and tremble and moan as shock after orgasmic shock ran through her body. The only reason I lasted so long is because I was running pretty damned close to empty.
Finally she seemed to hit a valley in her unbroken string of orgasms. I was still slamming into her, but I had to have some answers.
"Now...what's...your...name?" I asked her as I thudded into her.
"He...len...a...Greene!" she said.
"Glad...to...meet...you!"
"Same...(ugh)...here!"
I grabbed her ass in my hands for leverage, leaned back so I could move better. Every thrust made her body rock on the desk and made her tits wobble like jello on a plate.
"You...a...cop?"
"Yes...vice...squad...Oh, yes! Following...you...and...looking...for... Oh God! Oh God! Harder! Harder!"
"The...dope?" I grunted.
"Oh God! Coming again! Coming againnnnn!"
That was about her twenty-third I figured. I'd never get anywhere this way.
Reluctantly I pulled out of her and staggered back. My dick was huge. I couldn't have held it in two hands. I wasn't even sure it was mine.
"Turn over!" I gasped. "On your hands and knees on the desk!"
She did as I said and I was looking at that beautiful ass, like two scoops of vanmilla ice cream with some strawberry jam between them. I went for the jam and she hissed with pleasure.
"Mmkay mnow talk!" I barked, my mouth working in the sweetness of my girl sundae.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, "nothing to say! Ohhhh! I was supposed to follow you--Ooooohhh!--or Vinnie... Just find the...Oh yes, Matt! That's so good, baby! ...stuff!"
She reached under her swaying breasts and spread herself open with two fingers and I rooted around in her like a bear in a honeycomb.
"Who knows?" I blubbered wetly.
"Oh God! Put your tongue in me, please! My boss! I called him when I...oh fuck yes! got here and found the...(ugh!)...dope!"
I slapped her ass a couple of times as I ate her, giving her the good cop/bad cop routine, but that just seemed to make her hotter. I reached under her and grabbed her big tits, puylled her back on my mouth. I slid my tongue up her crack and licked her sweet little asshole and that set her off big time.
"That's all I know! I swear it Matt! I swear it! Agghhhh! Not there! Oh my God!"
I figured if a girl's not going to talk with a tongue in her ass, she's not going to talk at all, so I pulled her back till she had to stand on the floor, leaning over the desk, anmd i slid my aching peace back into her.
She groaned deeply, hanging onto the edge of the desk as I slammed into her, my big balls whapping into her turgid little clit, riding her towards that big Orgasm I could see on the horizon. Every so often I spanked her sharply on the ass, making her butt jiggle. With my other hand I took a big handfull of her flaming red hair and pulled her head up, holding it like a horse's bridle as I rode her ass.
I picked up the pace to a full gallup, plunging into her again. She closed her eyes tight and rode with me, my hot little horsey, taking me just where I wanted to go, her ass thrust into the air, her tits mashed against my desk. I heard her start tyo squeal from far away, just as I felt the come burning up through my balls, crowding at the base of my dick like a bunch of paratroopers, ready to jump.
"Give it to me, Matt! Give it to me! I want it, baby! I want it!" she crooned, and I did just that.
The red light went on, the door opened, the jump master said "Go!", and my little paratroopers shot up through my cock and with a cry of "Geronimo" burst from the head of my tool and splashed into her.
I held onto her hips as I shot again and again, and for a guy who'd already come twice that day, it was plenty. She squeezed her legs trogether in refelxive delight, trying to trap every drop inside her, and I continued till I was emopty as Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Not a drop left. Then I collapsed on her sweaty back, gasping for breath.
And just then the door opened.
"Hello Matt, Officer Greene. Am I interrupting something?"
It was Murphy, with two uniformed men with him. He told them to wait outside and sat down in my office chair.
"Well?" he said.
Cop? She had definitely said something about being a cop, but at this point she could told me she was from the planet Neptune and I wouldn't have cared.
"Stop fucking teasing me and FUCK ME!" she screamed as she wrapped those gorgeous legs around me and pulled me into her.
She was tight, incredily tight, and I had to really lean my weight into her before the head of my cock parted her far enough to let me begin to slide in. Slide? It was like trying to push a pickle through a drinking straw and I had to go slow, agaonizingly slow, as her voluptuous body writhed beneath me on the desk, doing her best to force herself up onto me, gasping with pain and pleasure as I stretched her wide.
She was not in her right mind; that was obvious. This was not a girl who fooled around much if at all. It was all the drug. Every so often the look of total wanton lust on her face would be replaced with a look of incredulous dismay at what she was doing, and it was clear to me that her body was calling all the shots and that she was as shocked at what she was doing as I was, moreso even. She just could not handle the raging need that consumed her, and her face switched between a mask of sexual desire and complete embarrassment.
But embarrassed or no, that didn't change the fact that she was sheer dynamite. She arched her back, she thumbed her own nipples, she swivelled her hips, she moaned, begged, pleaded, said words I knew had never come out of that mouth before.
I didn't do a thing. Once I was all the way in her, I just let her do the work, and she fucked me like there was no tomorrow, till she was so stuffed with meat that all she could do was lie there and tremble and moan as shock after orgasmic shock ran through her body. The only reason I lasted so long is because I was running pretty damned close to empty.
Finally she seemed to hit a valley in her unbroken string of orgasms. I was still slamming into her, but I had to have some answers.
"Now...what's...your...name?" I asked her as I thudded into her.
"He...len...a...Greene!" she said.
"Glad...to...meet...you!"
"Same...(ugh)...here!"
I grabbed her ass in my hands for leverage, leaned back so I could move better. Every thrust made her body rock on the desk and made her tits wobble like jello on a plate.
"You...a...cop?"
"Yes...vice...squad...Oh, yes! Following...you...and...looking...for... Oh God! Oh God! Harder! Harder!"
"The...dope?" I grunted.
"Oh God! Coming again! Coming againnnnn!"
That was about her twenty-third I figured. I'd never get anywhere this way.
Reluctantly I pulled out of her and staggered back. My dick was huge. I couldn't have held it in two hands. I wasn't even sure it was mine.
"Turn over!" I gasped. "On your hands and knees on the desk!"
She did as I said and I was looking at that beautiful ass, like two scoops of vanmilla ice cream with some strawberry jam between them. I went for the jam and she hissed with pleasure.
"Mmkay mnow talk!" I barked, my mouth working in the sweetness of my girl sundae.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, "nothing to say! Ohhhh! I was supposed to follow you--Ooooohhh!--or Vinnie... Just find the...Oh yes, Matt! That's so good, baby! ...stuff!"
She reached under her swaying breasts and spread herself open with two fingers and I rooted around in her like a bear in a honeycomb.
"Who knows?" I blubbered wetly.
"Oh God! Put your tongue in me, please! My boss! I called him when I...oh fuck yes! got here and found the...(ugh!)...dope!"
I slapped her ass a couple of times as I ate her, giving her the good cop/bad cop routine, but that just seemed to make her hotter. I reached under her and grabbed her big tits, puylled her back on my mouth. I slid my tongue up her crack and licked her sweet little asshole and that set her off big time.
"That's all I know! I swear it Matt! I swear it! Agghhhh! Not there! Oh my God!"
I figured if a girl's not going to talk with a tongue in her ass, she's not going to talk at all, so I pulled her back till she had to stand on the floor, leaning over the desk, anmd i slid my aching peace back into her.
She groaned deeply, hanging onto the edge of the desk as I slammed into her, my big balls whapping into her turgid little clit, riding her towards that big Orgasm I could see on the horizon. Every so often I spanked her sharply on the ass, making her butt jiggle. With my other hand I took a big handfull of her flaming red hair and pulled her head up, holding it like a horse's bridle as I rode her ass.
I picked up the pace to a full gallup, plunging into her again. She closed her eyes tight and rode with me, my hot little horsey, taking me just where I wanted to go, her ass thrust into the air, her tits mashed against my desk. I heard her start tyo squeal from far away, just as I felt the come burning up through my balls, crowding at the base of my dick like a bunch of paratroopers, ready to jump.
"Give it to me, Matt! Give it to me! I want it, baby! I want it!" she crooned, and I did just that.
The red light went on, the door opened, the jump master said "Go!", and my little paratroopers shot up through my cock and with a cry of "Geronimo" burst from the head of my tool and splashed into her.
I held onto her hips as I shot again and again, and for a guy who'd already come twice that day, it was plenty. She squeezed her legs trogether in refelxive delight, trying to trap every drop inside her, and I continued till I was emopty as Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Not a drop left. Then I collapsed on her sweaty back, gasping for breath.
And just then the door opened.
"Hello Matt, Officer Greene. Am I interrupting something?"
It was Murphy, with two uniformed men with him. He told them to wait outside and sat down in my office chair.
"Well?" he said.
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I can't believe this is happening but God it feels so good being filled...stretched sooooo much I can't stop cumming..I feel so hot and wet and aroused and yet i still need more.....I bef for more as this guy slaps my ass God I hardly know him..never really met him but hes exploding in me. I've told him everything.
probably not a good move for someone going undercover....I think that stuff is wearing off now...more of me is getting through and I feel so ashamed. So bad. So guilty.
"Hello Matt,Officer Greene......"
Oh My God its the boss...shit.......looking over my shoulder i see 2 yniformed guys told to wait outside
"Sir...I can explain I well.....erm..I just...welll......"
and with that i burst in to tears, sobbing my heart out....still leaning acroos the desk..crying uncontrollably.
probably not a good move for someone going undercover....I think that stuff is wearing off now...more of me is getting through and I feel so ashamed. So bad. So guilty.
"Hello Matt,Officer Greene......"
Oh My God its the boss...shit.......looking over my shoulder i see 2 yniformed guys told to wait outside
"Sir...I can explain I well.....erm..I just...welll......"
and with that i burst in to tears, sobbing my heart out....still leaning acroos the desk..crying uncontrollably.
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"Wait a minute Murphy!" I said as the big cop walked into my office. I was about to add, "This isn't what you think." but, hell, what was the use of that.
Helena was still stark naked beneath me, I at least still had my shirt and tie and shoes and socks on, for all the good that did me. We were both covered with sweat and still panting and... Well, you get the picture.
Murphy just shrugged. "Hey, Greene, you're off duty. What you want to do with your free time is your business, though I'd a thought you would a found a better place to do it."
"Uh, look, Murphy," I said, "How about you give us a minute to get decent."
He shrugged.
I threw my jacket over Helena's shoulders. "There's a shower in the other room. Why don't you take your stuff in there and clean up, Helena."
With a dubious look at both me and Murphy, Helena gathered up her clothes and went into the other room.
"What's up Murphy?" I asked. "You gonna bust me?"
"Why? What you done?" he asked.
I went to my desk and pulled out the bottle of rye from the lower right hand drawer. I found a couple of glasses that weren't too bad, and poured us a couple.
"For Christ sake," Murphy said, looking askance at my yosh. "Would you put that thing away?"
"Oh. Sorry." I pulled on my shorts and pants, straightened myself up.
"That Devany murder this morning." Murphy said after he'd had a drink, "I guess you know it's hooked up with your drug business?"
"Yeah. I kind of figured." I said.
"How deep you into it?"
"The drug?" I asked. "Lully wanted me to see if I could get it. I couldn't. I screwed it up. I got out. End of story."
"You know who's got the stuff?
"I think so. "
He smiled at me. "Well you're wrong. She ain't got it any more."
He held out his glass for a refill. I obliged him. "There's a bunch of satanists; cultists, spooky people, living down in the Warehouse district near Pier 12, and various other places. We've known about them for a long time, but we never thought anything of them. Just a bunch of urban nuts. But now that they got their hands on this dope, they're kind of dangerous. No telling what they'll do."
"So why don't you go down there and get the stuff? Bust them?" I asked.
Helena came back in at this point. She'd put on the same clothes she'd worn at the club, and she looked terrific. I could tell her "spell" had passed. I handed her my glass and she took a drink.
"Well here's the hell of the thing." he said. "We can't. This drug ain't illegal. Yet. It's brand new. Not on the books. Totally legal. Luckily it's still hard to come by, but there's no law against owning it or using it. So that's where you come in, my friend."
"Oh?"
"I want you to go and get the stuff away from them. I don't care how you do it, and I don't even care much where the stuff ends up. I just don't want a bunch of crazy satan worshippers to have it. You understand?"
"And why should I do this?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.
"Because your lisence comes up for renewal real soon." Murphy said, "and because Officer Greene will probably need some back-up."
"Wait a minute." I said, "You can't send her. You said this isn't police business, that it's..."
"She's there officially as an observer only. But she's going. Chief's already assigned her. Special assignment." he looked at his watch. "Starting about...now."
Murphy got up and put his empty glass on my desk. The desk that would never be the same for me again.
"Stay in touch, huh?" he said, and he walked out.
Before Helena could close her mouth, I was on the horn.
I dialed Vinnie's number.
"Vinnie? Matt Danger. Listen, I just got a tiop. The stuff's been taken by a Satanic cult down at...what? A Satanic Cult, you know, those nuts who who worship the devil. No, I'm not crazy. It's from the cops. Pier 12, you know it? No, that's all I know. I'm headed down there now. What? Yeah, okay, if I'm kidding I'll cut 'em off for you."
I hung up.
"Come on, Helena. Let's get you a change of clothes and get down there."
"Wait a minute Murphy!" I said as the big cop walked into my office. I was about to add, "This isn't what you think." but, hell, what was the use of that.
Helena was still stark naked beneath me, I at least still had my shirt and tie and shoes and socks on, for all the good that did me. We were both covered with sweat and still panting and... Well, you get the picture.
Murphy just shrugged. "Hey, Greene, you're off duty. What you want to do with your free time is your business, though I'd a thought you would a found a better place to do it."
"Uh, look, Murphy," I said, "How about you give us a minute to get decent."
He shrugged.
I threw my jacket over Helena's shoulders. "There's a shower in the other room. Why don't you take your stuff in there and clean up, Helena."
With a dubious look at both me and Murphy, Helena gathered up her clothes and went into the other room.
"What's up Murphy?" I asked. "You gonna bust me?"
"Why? What you done?" he asked.
I went to my desk and pulled out the bottle of rye from the lower right hand drawer. I found a couple of glasses that weren't too bad, and poured us a couple.
"For Christ sake," Murphy said, looking askance at my yosh. "Would you put that thing away?"
"Oh. Sorry." I pulled on my shorts and pants, straightened myself up.
"That Devany murder this morning." Murphy said after he'd had a drink, "I guess you know it's hooked up with your drug business?"
"Yeah. I kind of figured." I said.
"How deep you into it?"
"The drug?" I asked. "Lully wanted me to see if I could get it. I couldn't. I screwed it up. I got out. End of story."
"You know who's got the stuff?
"I think so. "
He smiled at me. "Well you're wrong. She ain't got it any more."
He held out his glass for a refill. I obliged him. "There's a bunch of satanists; cultists, spooky people, living down in the Warehouse district near Pier 12, and various other places. We've known about them for a long time, but we never thought anything of them. Just a bunch of urban nuts. But now that they got their hands on this dope, they're kind of dangerous. No telling what they'll do."
"So why don't you go down there and get the stuff? Bust them?" I asked.
Helena came back in at this point. She'd put on the same clothes she'd worn at the club, and she looked terrific. I could tell her "spell" had passed. I handed her my glass and she took a drink.
"Well here's the hell of the thing." he said. "We can't. This drug ain't illegal. Yet. It's brand new. Not on the books. Totally legal. Luckily it's still hard to come by, but there's no law against owning it or using it. So that's where you come in, my friend."
"Oh?"
"I want you to go and get the stuff away from them. I don't care how you do it, and I don't even care much where the stuff ends up. I just don't want a bunch of crazy satan worshippers to have it. You understand?"
"And why should I do this?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.
"Because your lisence comes up for renewal real soon." Murphy said, "and because Officer Greene will probably need some back-up."
"Wait a minute." I said, "You can't send her. You said this isn't police business, that it's..."
"She's there officially as an observer only. But she's going. Chief's already assigned her. Special assignment." he looked at his watch. "Starting about...now."
Murphy got up and put his empty glass on my desk. The desk that would never be the same for me again.
"Stay in touch, huh?" he said, and he walked out.
Before Helena could close her mouth, I was on the horn.
I dialed Vinnie's number.
"Vinnie? Matt Danger. Listen, I just got a tiop. The stuff's been taken by a Satanic cult down at...what? A Satanic Cult, you know, those nuts who who worship the devil. No, I'm not crazy. It's from the cops. Pier 12, you know it? No, that's all I know. I'm headed down there now. What? Yeah, okay, if I'm kidding I'll cut 'em off for you."
I hung up.
"Come on, Helena. Let's get you a change of clothes and get down there."
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As the water beats down upon my naked body I start to revive. Damn that drug is potent. I cannot believe i did all those...things....My cheeks are so red with embarrassment..oh Lord what if Murphy passes this round at the station..I'll be a laughing stock!
But My God was it good...I feel soooo alive! I just didn't know sex could be like that..no that wasn't sex that was fucking. Fucking wonderful.
What has gotten into me? Well Matt obviously....but my I still feel hot thinking about it.....
Better get back to the boys....Gees I wish i had some normal clothes here...I look like a tramp.
Matt smiles at me as i walk back in, that lusty look still lingering
Well here's the hell of the thing." Murphy said. "We can't. This drug ain't illegal. Yet. It's brand new. Not on the books. Totally legal. Luckily it's still hard to come by, but there's no law against owning it or using it. So that's where you come in, my friend."
"Oh?"
"I want you to go and get the stuff away from them. I don't care how you do it, and I don't even care much where the stuff ends up. I just don't want a bunch of crazy satan worshippers to have it. You understand?"
"And why should I do this?" Matt asked.
"Because your lisence comes up for renewal real soon." Murphy said, "and because Officer Greene will probably need some back-up."
"Wait a minute You can't send her. You said this isn't police business, that it's..."
"She's there officially as an observer only. But she's going. Chief's already assigned her. Special assignment." he looked at his watch. "Starting about...now."
Oh shit....I am up to my eyeballs in it now....I am sooo scared my hands are shaking.....I think i might faint.........
But My God was it good...I feel soooo alive! I just didn't know sex could be like that..no that wasn't sex that was fucking. Fucking wonderful.
What has gotten into me? Well Matt obviously....but my I still feel hot thinking about it.....
Better get back to the boys....Gees I wish i had some normal clothes here...I look like a tramp.
Matt smiles at me as i walk back in, that lusty look still lingering
Well here's the hell of the thing." Murphy said. "We can't. This drug ain't illegal. Yet. It's brand new. Not on the books. Totally legal. Luckily it's still hard to come by, but there's no law against owning it or using it. So that's where you come in, my friend."
"Oh?"
"I want you to go and get the stuff away from them. I don't care how you do it, and I don't even care much where the stuff ends up. I just don't want a bunch of crazy satan worshippers to have it. You understand?"
"And why should I do this?" Matt asked.
"Because your lisence comes up for renewal real soon." Murphy said, "and because Officer Greene will probably need some back-up."
"Wait a minute You can't send her. You said this isn't police business, that it's..."
"She's there officially as an observer only. But she's going. Chief's already assigned her. Special assignment." he looked at his watch. "Starting about...now."
Oh shit....I am up to my eyeballs in it now....I am sooo scared my hands are shaking.....I think i might faint.........
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Poor Helena. It looked like it all been too much for her. She got pale and started to sway. I went to her and took her in my arms. “You okay kid?”
“Yes…yes.” she said. “But Matt, I’m scared. This is so far over my head…”
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” I said to her. “We’ll just let Vinnie and his boys do all the dirty work. They’re the ones who want the stuff so bad. We’ll just sit in the car and watch. Or maybe we can think of something else to do to pass the time.”
At this the color came back to her face. She gave me a little smile and slapped my chest . “Matt! You’re horrible!”
Maybe. Because she still felt awfully good in my arms, all soft and squeezable.
Just before Helena and I left my office, I remembered the bag of dope lying on my desk. I went back intending to throw the stuff into the safe—I sure didn’t want the cleaning crew to find it. (The thought of the cleaning crew going at it like minks was too horrible to contemplate)—when at the last minute I figured it might just come in handy. I scooped a little into an envelope, sealed it, and tucked it into my pocket. The glue on the envelope tasted a little funny, felt a little gritty.
Uh-oh, I thought.
Well, it hadn’t been that much. Just a tiny amount really. It ciouldn’t be all that potent.
Helena was still pretty embarrassed about what had happened to her back in my office, but I told her not to worry about it. We had bigger things to think about now. But as I drove I kept stealing glances over at her. She was already a gorgeous piece of work, and as I drove she just kept getting better and better looking, hotter and hotter. The way her breasts pushed against the fabric of her dress started to drive me crazy, they just looked so swollen, so touchable, so warm and soft. I remembered how they had felt against my chest as I’d lain on top of her, how her nipples had felt between my lips, and how she had gasped and thrust her breasts forward at me when I kissed and nibbled on them.
That started me thinking of how she had felt on my cock, so tight and hot, how she had pushed her pussy up at me while we fucked, how she had gripped me when she started come.
“Matt?” she asked me, giving me a sidelong glance. “What are you thinking? You didn’t take any of that, did you?”
“Well, no.” I said, “Not on purpose…”
“Oh God!” she sighed, then laughed.
“Here’s my flat.” she said. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Don’t you think I should come up?” I asked.
She gave me a face. “I think you should wait down here, Mr Danger, if you don’t mind. I know what just a taste of that stuff can do to you, remember? I’ll only be a minute.”
I watched her hips as she swished over to her door. She gave me a little grin, then went inside.
She was right, of course. I felt like I hadn’t been laid in a year and had just drunk a king-sized double testosterone.
Nothing to do but wait.
Poor Helena. It looked like it all been too much for her. She got pale and started to sway. I went to her and took her in my arms. “You okay kid?”
“Yes…yes.” she said. “But Matt, I’m scared. This is so far over my head…”
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” I said to her. “We’ll just let Vinnie and his boys do all the dirty work. They’re the ones who want the stuff so bad. We’ll just sit in the car and watch. Or maybe we can think of something else to do to pass the time.”
At this the color came back to her face. She gave me a little smile and slapped my chest . “Matt! You’re horrible!”
Maybe. Because she still felt awfully good in my arms, all soft and squeezable.
Just before Helena and I left my office, I remembered the bag of dope lying on my desk. I went back intending to throw the stuff into the safe—I sure didn’t want the cleaning crew to find it. (The thought of the cleaning crew going at it like minks was too horrible to contemplate)—when at the last minute I figured it might just come in handy. I scooped a little into an envelope, sealed it, and tucked it into my pocket. The glue on the envelope tasted a little funny, felt a little gritty.
Uh-oh, I thought.
Well, it hadn’t been that much. Just a tiny amount really. It ciouldn’t be all that potent.
Helena was still pretty embarrassed about what had happened to her back in my office, but I told her not to worry about it. We had bigger things to think about now. But as I drove I kept stealing glances over at her. She was already a gorgeous piece of work, and as I drove she just kept getting better and better looking, hotter and hotter. The way her breasts pushed against the fabric of her dress started to drive me crazy, they just looked so swollen, so touchable, so warm and soft. I remembered how they had felt against my chest as I’d lain on top of her, how her nipples had felt between my lips, and how she had gasped and thrust her breasts forward at me when I kissed and nibbled on them.
That started me thinking of how she had felt on my cock, so tight and hot, how she had pushed her pussy up at me while we fucked, how she had gripped me when she started come.
“Matt?” she asked me, giving me a sidelong glance. “What are you thinking? You didn’t take any of that, did you?”
“Well, no.” I said, “Not on purpose…”
“Oh God!” she sighed, then laughed.
“Here’s my flat.” she said. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Don’t you think I should come up?” I asked.
She gave me a face. “I think you should wait down here, Mr Danger, if you don’t mind. I know what just a taste of that stuff can do to you, remember? I’ll only be a minute.”
I watched her hips as she swished over to her door. She gave me a little grin, then went inside.
She was right, of course. I felt like I hadn’t been laid in a year and had just drunk a king-sized double testosterone.
Nothing to do but wait.
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Maybe that stuff takes longer than i anticipated to wear off because those lusty looks from Matt have just got me to boiling point again! Tey way he looked at my breasts..i could almost feel his hands on them his mouth.....stop it Helena! You have job to do!
Now what to wear? oh hell this is why i became a cop so i wouldn't have to do this clothing thing...a uniform takes away all the hardship of dciding.
Ahh sod It i'll sling on my favourite old jeans and this t-shirt...nothing fancy. ANd anyway if Matts taken even a pinch of that drug i am gonna have to do something to keep his hands off me.........well....try anyway......oh gees...why am I so damn sexual all of a sudden.....it's driving me crazy....
Ok teeth cleaned...changed clothes...gun in my handbag(you can never be too careful) and off I go....this is where the shit really hits the fan!
Now what to wear? oh hell this is why i became a cop so i wouldn't have to do this clothing thing...a uniform takes away all the hardship of dciding.
Ahh sod It i'll sling on my favourite old jeans and this t-shirt...nothing fancy. ANd anyway if Matts taken even a pinch of that drug i am gonna have to do something to keep his hands off me.........well....try anyway......oh gees...why am I so damn sexual all of a sudden.....it's driving me crazy....
Ok teeth cleaned...changed clothes...gun in my handbag(you can never be too careful) and off I go....this is where the shit really hits the fan!
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I'm afraid I have to bow out here, peeps. Sorry and all that, but I'm a trifle overcomitted at the moment, both here and in RL.
Looks like you guys are running the thread just fine - I'll be dropping in from time to time to keep up to date with what's happening - an avid reader, but I'm afraid I can't stay active.
Looks like you guys are running the thread just fine - I'll be dropping in from time to time to keep up to date with what's happening - an avid reader, but I'm afraid I can't stay active.
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It didn’t take Helena long to change, and you’ve got to give her credit for trying to dress down. She’d put on some old jeans and a tee-shirt and thrown a raincoat over that against the chilly fog, but she was just one of those rare women who look good in anything. Or maybe it was the drug that was still roaring through my body, but she looked awfully good to me.
The tee-shirt especially was stretched to bursting over her tits, and, I don’t know is she was wearing a bra or not, but the points of her nipples created a little hammock between them, a straight little shadow, that just drove me wild.
We drove down to the docks where the fog was a lot thicker and tinged with harbor smells. It was very late now and there wasn’t a person around as I drove slowly through the warehouses and parked in the shadows near Pier 12. There was some activity way at the end of the pier, but near us it was quiet as a tomb, just the sound of water running in the gutter and the moan of the fog horn. I didn’t see any sign of Vinny or his boys; no other cars. I turned on the heater and we waited.
I thought maybe we’d doze for awhile, but that turned out to be impossible. My dick was stiff and throbbing and Helena was just too nervous to sleep. Her eyes were wide as saucers.
“Scared?” I asked her.
“A little.”
“Come here.” I said. I slid over towards her and put my arm around her. She didn’t resist.
She looked at me with those green eyes, then closed them as my lips came down on hers for a long, slow kiss, a kiss that told me that all the drug wasn’t out of her system yet either.
“Matt…” she said, intending no doubt to object. She was, after all, on duty.
I ignored her. Duty sometimes requires extraordinary action. Anyhow, the taste of her lipstick and the softness of her lips already had me leaking in my shorts. I silenced her objections with another kiss and leaned against her, forcing her back against the door of the car.
The heater was humming, the foghorn moaned, the windows were steaming up. The weak light from a nearby warehouse cut across the front seat so that the weak yellow light fell right across Helena’s bulging tits while her face was hidden in shadow. She was half-reclining on the seat now, and as I kissed her, I couldn’t keep my hands away from her breasts. I could feel the filmy lace of her bra beneath the thin cotton of her tee-shirt and I softly kneaded them, and the more I kneaded, the deeper her kiss became.
Finally she yielded completely, and her hands reached up to pull me closer, one around my back, on my head, keeping my mouth pressed to hers. I felt her hips begin to grind involuntarily against me on the car seat. I took the hem of her tee-shirt, and stretching it to get it over her big tits, I pulled it up to her chest, exposing her breasts in their sheer lacy bra. I couldn’t resist licking and kissing them as my hand found its way down to her crotch and began to play with her there.
She gave a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her battle was over. Score another victory for the powers of that incredible drug. She let me have my way with her breasts, and she pushed her pussy against my fingers as I pressed the seam of her jeans against her crotch.
Inside the car it was getting awfuly steamy, and the only sound was our heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the seat and rustle of clothes as we moved against each other, or her soft moans.
I nuzzled her bra-covered nipples with the stubble on my cheeks, and she gasped, thrusting her boobs up against me, Then I peeled the cups down over her stiffening tips and rubbed my lips over them as I contiunued to work my fingers against her pussy.
“Oh God, Matt!” she moaned helplessly.
We were half-sitting, half-lying so that she could feel my huge erection stabbing her in the thigh, and she lowered her hand to feel its outline through my pants, tracing it with her long nails. When she felt how big it was, she gasped and her eyes flew open.
“My God!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t do much like this, can I? Walking around with this big hard-on. I’d be about as useful as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.”
“But I can’t…I mean, we can’t. Not in the car. There’s no room.”
“There are other ways, Officer Greene.” I said. I ran my forefinger across her soft lower lip.
Her eyes grew wide.
It didn’t take Helena long to change, and you’ve got to give her credit for trying to dress down. She’d put on some old jeans and a tee-shirt and thrown a raincoat over that against the chilly fog, but she was just one of those rare women who look good in anything. Or maybe it was the drug that was still roaring through my body, but she looked awfully good to me.
The tee-shirt especially was stretched to bursting over her tits, and, I don’t know is she was wearing a bra or not, but the points of her nipples created a little hammock between them, a straight little shadow, that just drove me wild.
We drove down to the docks where the fog was a lot thicker and tinged with harbor smells. It was very late now and there wasn’t a person around as I drove slowly through the warehouses and parked in the shadows near Pier 12. There was some activity way at the end of the pier, but near us it was quiet as a tomb, just the sound of water running in the gutter and the moan of the fog horn. I didn’t see any sign of Vinny or his boys; no other cars. I turned on the heater and we waited.
I thought maybe we’d doze for awhile, but that turned out to be impossible. My dick was stiff and throbbing and Helena was just too nervous to sleep. Her eyes were wide as saucers.
“Scared?” I asked her.
“A little.”
“Come here.” I said. I slid over towards her and put my arm around her. She didn’t resist.
She looked at me with those green eyes, then closed them as my lips came down on hers for a long, slow kiss, a kiss that told me that all the drug wasn’t out of her system yet either.
“Matt…” she said, intending no doubt to object. She was, after all, on duty.
I ignored her. Duty sometimes requires extraordinary action. Anyhow, the taste of her lipstick and the softness of her lips already had me leaking in my shorts. I silenced her objections with another kiss and leaned against her, forcing her back against the door of the car.
The heater was humming, the foghorn moaned, the windows were steaming up. The weak light from a nearby warehouse cut across the front seat so that the weak yellow light fell right across Helena’s bulging tits while her face was hidden in shadow. She was half-reclining on the seat now, and as I kissed her, I couldn’t keep my hands away from her breasts. I could feel the filmy lace of her bra beneath the thin cotton of her tee-shirt and I softly kneaded them, and the more I kneaded, the deeper her kiss became.
Finally she yielded completely, and her hands reached up to pull me closer, one around my back, on my head, keeping my mouth pressed to hers. I felt her hips begin to grind involuntarily against me on the car seat. I took the hem of her tee-shirt, and stretching it to get it over her big tits, I pulled it up to her chest, exposing her breasts in their sheer lacy bra. I couldn’t resist licking and kissing them as my hand found its way down to her crotch and began to play with her there.
She gave a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her battle was over. Score another victory for the powers of that incredible drug. She let me have my way with her breasts, and she pushed her pussy against my fingers as I pressed the seam of her jeans against her crotch.
Inside the car it was getting awfuly steamy, and the only sound was our heavy breathing and the occasional creak of the seat and rustle of clothes as we moved against each other, or her soft moans.
I nuzzled her bra-covered nipples with the stubble on my cheeks, and she gasped, thrusting her boobs up against me, Then I peeled the cups down over her stiffening tips and rubbed my lips over them as I contiunued to work my fingers against her pussy.
“Oh God, Matt!” she moaned helplessly.
We were half-sitting, half-lying so that she could feel my huge erection stabbing her in the thigh, and she lowered her hand to feel its outline through my pants, tracing it with her long nails. When she felt how big it was, she gasped and her eyes flew open.
“My God!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t do much like this, can I? Walking around with this big hard-on. I’d be about as useful as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.”
“But I can’t…I mean, we can’t. Not in the car. There’s no room.”
“There are other ways, Officer Greene.” I said. I ran my forefinger across her soft lower lip.
Her eyes grew wide.
English Lady
Erotic English Rose
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Scared? me...I'm bloody terrified!!!!!
Well i couldn't say that could I? not very professional at all but i am...absolutely petrified...and the tension in this vehicle is driving me wild. i think Matt is still full of that drug as he keeps shifting in his seat...
He told me to come in for a hug..and niave little me I respond..i need a little bit of human contact to make me feel safer. But being in Matt's arms is not a safe place..his lips find mine and we kiss....ooohgees.....I feel all hot again..that drug is potent!
"I'm on duty!" i protest..but on he comes..pushing me back...caressing my breasts, his fingers pushing my jeans into my crotch...I cant stop him..don't want to stop him!
i run my hands over his back across his body...down to his thigh..and then
"My God!!" Matts cock is straining in his trousers....big and throbbing....he makes a joke about one legged men and asses or something..i wasn't listening..I was mesmerised by that cock.
But I can’t…I mean, we can’t. Not in the car. There’s no room.” i protest
“There are other ways, Officer Greene.”
Oh God...what has he got in mind? and Why am I officer all of a sudden?
Well i couldn't say that could I? not very professional at all but i am...absolutely petrified...and the tension in this vehicle is driving me wild. i think Matt is still full of that drug as he keeps shifting in his seat...
He told me to come in for a hug..and niave little me I respond..i need a little bit of human contact to make me feel safer. But being in Matt's arms is not a safe place..his lips find mine and we kiss....ooohgees.....I feel all hot again..that drug is potent!
"I'm on duty!" i protest..but on he comes..pushing me back...caressing my breasts, his fingers pushing my jeans into my crotch...I cant stop him..don't want to stop him!
i run my hands over his back across his body...down to his thigh..and then
"My God!!" Matts cock is straining in his trousers....big and throbbing....he makes a joke about one legged men and asses or something..i wasn't listening..I was mesmerised by that cock.
But I can’t…I mean, we can’t. Not in the car. There’s no room.” i protest
“There are other ways, Officer Greene.”
Oh God...what has he got in mind? and Why am I officer all of a sudden?
dr_mabeuse
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Matt Danger
"Come on, Helena, let's get in the back seat." I say to her.
She doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. Could a woman this gorgeous not know how to suck a cock? She sits upright in her seat as I gte out of the car and go around to her side. By the time I open the door she's got her teeshirt down and is trying to arrange her hair. She looks at me dubiously but I help her out of the car, open the back door, and we climb in.
I lose no time. I'm so hot I think I might lose it right there. I slump down in the seat on the left side and fumble with my pants, get them open, pull the zipper down and free my cock.
Helena's eyes go wide once again, and stay that way. "You mean you put that thing in me?" she asks, her jaw dropping.
"No. I used my smaller one for that." I crack. "Of course I did. And now I need your help."
She looks at me, back at my cock, and then at me again. "Oh no, Matt!" she says, "You can't... I mean, I never... Oh my Lord!"
"Touch it." I tell her. I can see that the horror in her eyes is already turning to something else. She can't take her eyes away.
I'm thinking that Helena is one of those excessively beautiful girls who's been bothered by men since she was in diapers, and has learned to just shut all that out, and so she's not very experienced at all. These women often go into areas of work that are highly formalized so as to avoid all the groping and staring they'd get in more conventional lines of work, so it figures she'd be a cop. Lucky for me, I'm the guy who gets to teach her what kind of pleasure lies inside that ioncredible body of hers, and--even more luckily for me--I have the feeling that beneath her veneer of innocence there's one red hot tigress who's about to learn what al the fuss is about.
Tentatively she puits out her hand and takes my cock. I see the wonder in her eyes. "It's so soft." she says. "But it's so hard too!"
He touch makes me moan, her fingers so smooth and tender.
"Like this." I say. I cover her hand with mine, and show her what to do. As she gives me her first pump a big drop of pre-cum oozes from the head of cock and rolls down over her fingers.
"Oh my!" she gasps, "Are you coming?"
"No, baby." I say. "That's just the appetizer. You'll know when it's the main course."
She pumps me for awhile, studying my cock closely. I take her shirt and pull it up over her boobs again.
"Suck me, Helena." I say. "Put it in your mouth."
This doesn't shock her. I know she was thinking the same thing, She looks at me nervously, then scootches down on the seat , lowers her head and opens her mouth.
Christ! She kisses the head with her hot, soft lips, then slides me into her mouth, over her tongue, and with a hungry moan she sucks my prick into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until I can feel the hot breath from her nose on my pubic hair. Her mouth is hot and wet and incredibly sweet, and my head rolls back against the seat as she takes me in.
She keeps me in her mouth for a long time before she pulls her head back up and off my cock, and when she licks her lips they're puffy with lust.
"Like that?" she asks.
"Oh yeah, Helena!" I moan. "Just like that!"
She dives back on me, her lips sliding down my shaft, her tongue doing wonderful things to the underside. The girl is a natural, one of those women who really loves the feel a man's cock in her mouth, who enjoys giving head as much as a man enjoys getting it. As excited as I was, Helena was rapidly rising to an equal pitch of excitement, the sign of a real oral artist in my book.
"Wait!" I say breathlessly, pulling her off my tool. "Unfasten your bra, and open your jeans."
She does this without hesitation, eyes only on my glistening cock which is standing straight up, as big and proud as Ceasar.
Now when she goes back down on me I can reach below her and fill my hands with the hot meat of her tits, squeezing, catching her nipple between my fingers and squeezing intil she squeals around my cock.
She begins to pump her head, holding my dick with one hand as her head bobs up and down, her mouth making hot, sudsy squishing sounds as she works which join with the little grunts and moans in her throat to make that salacious symphony of a woman urgently hot for a mouthful of come. She's slid down the seat so that she now has one knee on the floor and one on the seat, and she begins to grind her pussy against the edge, fucking against it as she sucks me off.
I pull her off just to look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her face wet all around her swollen and puffy lips, strands of her red hair stuck to the wetness make her look terribly wanton and almost savage. She's panting with desire.
I push her head back down and she swallows me with a satisfied groan. Instinctively she begins to pump me with her hand while she sucks my cock.
"You know I'm going to come soon, Helena." I say.
She only groans in response.
"I'm going to shoot my come into your mouth baby." I say. "Do you want that? Do you want my come?"
Again, all she can do is moan, but she moans in the affirmative, the excited affirmative.
With her jeans loose I can stick my hand down the back, slide it down the crack of her ass beneath her panties and reach her naked pussy, which is hot and sopping wet, soaked with her juice. My touch makes her groan again and her pumping picks up speed. She wiggles her ass for me in excitement, encouraging me.
I'm getting close now. Her tits are slapping against my thigh as she pumps her head. I can feel her hard little nipples brushing my skin, which makes me nuts to blow my load down her pretty throat. I get my finger good and wet with her oil and presss my middle finger against her asshole, not looking to get inside yet, but just tickling her.
She cries out around my cock as I do this. This is a girl with a terribly erotic ass. She may not know it herself yet, but she just loves to be touched here. I feel her sucking pressure increasing as I press my finger against her anus and she pushes her ass back against me.
Her other hand snakes down beneath her and I can feel her rubbing her pussysthrough her jeans, hard and fast. I pop my finger just inside of her ass and hold it there, feel her reflexively squeeze me, not sure if she wants me to take it out or push more in. I finger fuck her ass with the same rhthym she's sucking me. She pulls her mnuth off me and begins licking my cock with long swipes of her tongue, grunting each time my finger pops into her anus.
"Yeah! Ooh! Yes! Oh! Oh!" she chants, then drops her head back on me and just in time.
"Oh baby, I'm going to come! I'm going to come, Helena! Your fucking mouth is too good, baby! Suck me! Suck meeee!"
I drive my hips uyp off the seat and into her mouth as I shove my finger into her ass. My cock swells and she stops moving, knowing what is coming, She squeals as I feel the gizz boil up from my balls, shoot along the length of my cock, and the first gout of come rips out of me and jets into her mouth.
She screams around my cock as the come hits the back of her throat, sucks hard as the next sprays into her as well, and I feel her throat working as she swalows, while at the same time I feel her ass trembling in the waves of her own orgasm as she revels in the obscenity of what she's doing. Her thighs tremble, her ass squeezes my finger hard as she sucks and swallows, sucks and swallows, unable to keep up with my discharge.
She has to pull off to breathe, sucking air through her cum-smeared lips as a waning blast of semen hits her on the cheek and runs thickly down her face. She licks off what she can with her tongue while her hand continues to pump what's left out of me till it runs in a sodden stream over her slender fingers.
Both of us are gasping for breath. I simply cannot move; electric aftershocks crackle through my limbs leaving me weak and liquid, my balls feel wonderfully empty and light. Helena collapses on top of me as my finger pops out of her stretched ass, her face in my lap, her mouth inches from my deflating prick.
"Ohh, Matt." she says.
"Ohh, Helena!" I say.
What else is there to say?
"Come on, Helena, let's get in the back seat." I say to her.
She doesn't seem to know what I'm talking about. Could a woman this gorgeous not know how to suck a cock? She sits upright in her seat as I gte out of the car and go around to her side. By the time I open the door she's got her teeshirt down and is trying to arrange her hair. She looks at me dubiously but I help her out of the car, open the back door, and we climb in.
I lose no time. I'm so hot I think I might lose it right there. I slump down in the seat on the left side and fumble with my pants, get them open, pull the zipper down and free my cock.
Helena's eyes go wide once again, and stay that way. "You mean you put that thing in me?" she asks, her jaw dropping.
"No. I used my smaller one for that." I crack. "Of course I did. And now I need your help."
She looks at me, back at my cock, and then at me again. "Oh no, Matt!" she says, "You can't... I mean, I never... Oh my Lord!"
"Touch it." I tell her. I can see that the horror in her eyes is already turning to something else. She can't take her eyes away.
I'm thinking that Helena is one of those excessively beautiful girls who's been bothered by men since she was in diapers, and has learned to just shut all that out, and so she's not very experienced at all. These women often go into areas of work that are highly formalized so as to avoid all the groping and staring they'd get in more conventional lines of work, so it figures she'd be a cop. Lucky for me, I'm the guy who gets to teach her what kind of pleasure lies inside that ioncredible body of hers, and--even more luckily for me--I have the feeling that beneath her veneer of innocence there's one red hot tigress who's about to learn what al the fuss is about.
Tentatively she puits out her hand and takes my cock. I see the wonder in her eyes. "It's so soft." she says. "But it's so hard too!"
He touch makes me moan, her fingers so smooth and tender.
"Like this." I say. I cover her hand with mine, and show her what to do. As she gives me her first pump a big drop of pre-cum oozes from the head of cock and rolls down over her fingers.
"Oh my!" she gasps, "Are you coming?"
"No, baby." I say. "That's just the appetizer. You'll know when it's the main course."
She pumps me for awhile, studying my cock closely. I take her shirt and pull it up over her boobs again.
"Suck me, Helena." I say. "Put it in your mouth."
This doesn't shock her. I know she was thinking the same thing, She looks at me nervously, then scootches down on the seat , lowers her head and opens her mouth.
Christ! She kisses the head with her hot, soft lips, then slides me into her mouth, over her tongue, and with a hungry moan she sucks my prick into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until I can feel the hot breath from her nose on my pubic hair. Her mouth is hot and wet and incredibly sweet, and my head rolls back against the seat as she takes me in.
She keeps me in her mouth for a long time before she pulls her head back up and off my cock, and when she licks her lips they're puffy with lust.
"Like that?" she asks.
"Oh yeah, Helena!" I moan. "Just like that!"
She dives back on me, her lips sliding down my shaft, her tongue doing wonderful things to the underside. The girl is a natural, one of those women who really loves the feel a man's cock in her mouth, who enjoys giving head as much as a man enjoys getting it. As excited as I was, Helena was rapidly rising to an equal pitch of excitement, the sign of a real oral artist in my book.
"Wait!" I say breathlessly, pulling her off my tool. "Unfasten your bra, and open your jeans."
She does this without hesitation, eyes only on my glistening cock which is standing straight up, as big and proud as Ceasar.
Now when she goes back down on me I can reach below her and fill my hands with the hot meat of her tits, squeezing, catching her nipple between my fingers and squeezing intil she squeals around my cock.
She begins to pump her head, holding my dick with one hand as her head bobs up and down, her mouth making hot, sudsy squishing sounds as she works which join with the little grunts and moans in her throat to make that salacious symphony of a woman urgently hot for a mouthful of come. She's slid down the seat so that she now has one knee on the floor and one on the seat, and she begins to grind her pussy against the edge, fucking against it as she sucks me off.
I pull her off just to look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her face wet all around her swollen and puffy lips, strands of her red hair stuck to the wetness make her look terribly wanton and almost savage. She's panting with desire.
I push her head back down and she swallows me with a satisfied groan. Instinctively she begins to pump me with her hand while she sucks my cock.
"You know I'm going to come soon, Helena." I say.
She only groans in response.
"I'm going to shoot my come into your mouth baby." I say. "Do you want that? Do you want my come?"
Again, all she can do is moan, but she moans in the affirmative, the excited affirmative.
With her jeans loose I can stick my hand down the back, slide it down the crack of her ass beneath her panties and reach her naked pussy, which is hot and sopping wet, soaked with her juice. My touch makes her groan again and her pumping picks up speed. She wiggles her ass for me in excitement, encouraging me.
I'm getting close now. Her tits are slapping against my thigh as she pumps her head. I can feel her hard little nipples brushing my skin, which makes me nuts to blow my load down her pretty throat. I get my finger good and wet with her oil and presss my middle finger against her asshole, not looking to get inside yet, but just tickling her.
She cries out around my cock as I do this. This is a girl with a terribly erotic ass. She may not know it herself yet, but she just loves to be touched here. I feel her sucking pressure increasing as I press my finger against her anus and she pushes her ass back against me.
Her other hand snakes down beneath her and I can feel her rubbing her pussysthrough her jeans, hard and fast. I pop my finger just inside of her ass and hold it there, feel her reflexively squeeze me, not sure if she wants me to take it out or push more in. I finger fuck her ass with the same rhthym she's sucking me. She pulls her mnuth off me and begins licking my cock with long swipes of her tongue, grunting each time my finger pops into her anus.
"Yeah! Ooh! Yes! Oh! Oh!" she chants, then drops her head back on me and just in time.
"Oh baby, I'm going to come! I'm going to come, Helena! Your fucking mouth is too good, baby! Suck me! Suck meeee!"
I drive my hips uyp off the seat and into her mouth as I shove my finger into her ass. My cock swells and she stops moving, knowing what is coming, She squeals as I feel the gizz boil up from my balls, shoot along the length of my cock, and the first gout of come rips out of me and jets into her mouth.
She screams around my cock as the come hits the back of her throat, sucks hard as the next sprays into her as well, and I feel her throat working as she swalows, while at the same time I feel her ass trembling in the waves of her own orgasm as she revels in the obscenity of what she's doing. Her thighs tremble, her ass squeezes my finger hard as she sucks and swallows, sucks and swallows, unable to keep up with my discharge.
She has to pull off to breathe, sucking air through her cum-smeared lips as a waning blast of semen hits her on the cheek and runs thickly down her face. She licks off what she can with her tongue while her hand continues to pump what's left out of me till it runs in a sodden stream over her slender fingers.
Both of us are gasping for breath. I simply cannot move; electric aftershocks crackle through my limbs leaving me weak and liquid, my balls feel wonderfully empty and light. Helena collapses on top of me as my finger pops out of her stretched ass, her face in my lap, her mouth inches from my deflating prick.
"Ohh, Matt." she says.
"Ohh, Helena!" I say.
What else is there to say?
English Lady
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The back seat? what difference will that make? Well not one to argue i'll go along and se what happens.
Oh My God....how the hell did that..that..monster fit in me? it felt so good though........oooohhh.....it looks so..so large..so....so...arousing.
Oh he's letting me touch his penis....no that doesn't seem right..this monster is a cock! oooh its all hard but kinda squashy.....oooh he likes this.....mm i wonder what that precum tastes like?
mmm yes..I like this..sucking him....mmmm this monster stretching my lips....the taste of him so masculine...hearing his moans....damn this is good..what a power trip! Hell I should have gone alongf with those guys back in college..this is fun....I am so hot.....
oh yes......yes hes's gonna cum and so am I..I am such a slut..is this that drug still? oh my pussy is on fire..i have to cum...
thats Matts finger in my..in my
OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
mmmmmm god that tastes sooooooo goood.......oooh......
"ooooh Matt" I cry
"oooh Helena" he replies..we both laspe into silence.
I cannot believe what i've done. Me. With Him..Matt.
Wow!
Oh My God....how the hell did that..that..monster fit in me? it felt so good though........oooohhh.....it looks so..so large..so....so...arousing.
Oh he's letting me touch his penis....no that doesn't seem right..this monster is a cock! oooh its all hard but kinda squashy.....oooh he likes this.....mm i wonder what that precum tastes like?
mmm yes..I like this..sucking him....mmmm this monster stretching my lips....the taste of him so masculine...hearing his moans....damn this is good..what a power trip! Hell I should have gone alongf with those guys back in college..this is fun....I am so hot.....
oh yes......yes hes's gonna cum and so am I..I am such a slut..is this that drug still? oh my pussy is on fire..i have to cum...
thats Matts finger in my..in my
OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
mmmmmm god that tastes sooooooo goood.......oooh......
"ooooh Matt" I cry
"oooh Helena" he replies..we both laspe into silence.
I cannot believe what i've done. Me. With Him..Matt.
Wow!
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