Joie Stone
By: Anand
The perfect autumn day at work got even better. I mean I just got a raise and a promotion when the telephone rang. I was asked to meet with a headhunter to discuss a position with another company.
The agent’s office was within walking distance to my place of work. I stopped at my car in the garage to pick up my sport jacket. I walked the three blocks in the muggy September afternoon. The agent was on the third floor, and not wanting to sweat, I took the elevator. The sign next to the name on the door said “welcome to the best times of your life!” The agent’s name was J. Stone. I knocked on the door and a sultry female voice asked me in.
I took three steps into the place, and closed the door, and froze; Joie Stone was drop-dead gorgeous. She was sitting behind a large mahogany desk sporting an ample cleavage in a man-tailored beige blouse. Joie asked me to take a chair, and she asked me to talk about myself. After some talking we agreed that the position and my background were a perfect fit representing a hefty raise on top of my current salary.
She walked around to where I sat and showed off the shortest brown leather mini skirt I’ve seen in some time. The brown boots she wore completed the sensual outfit. Joie decided to sit on her desk and I was shocked to see that she was not wearing anything under her clothes.
Joie caught me looking and spread her legs slightly wider allowing me a peak, but still leaving something to the imagination. She asked whether I was involved with anyone. I told her I was, to which she muttered something under her breath. She gave me the contact information and told me of my upcoming interview the following week. I was about to get up to leave when she gently pushed me back in the chair. “You maybe involved, but I still want to be the agent you’ll never forget!”
She opened her blouse and revealed a perfect pair of 38C breasts. Her nipples were like erasers with a perfect frame. Her nipples were as erect as I ever seen. She winked at me and sank to her knees and started to unzip my pants. I muttered some objections, but when she found my friend, who suddenly became my “happy friend”, and grew in Joie’s hand. She loosened my belt and with some assistance pulled my pants down so that I was sitting on the chair bare ass naked. Joie than kissed and teased the crown, and while cupping my balls she licked my shaft from top to bottom, concentrating on the bottom, where the nerves are. I let out a shriek and got harder than in some time. Joie teased me some and took turns in putting each ball in her mouth. She than took the whole organ in her mouth and commenced to bob up and down while gently, but firmly squeezing my balls. I started telling her that I was about to come, but thought better of it. When I felt the gush of release, she took it in stride and drained me to the point of no return. She cleaned me up and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me: “now you go get that job, and remember that Joie sent you!”
I left and kept pinching myself for these things just don’t happen to me; but they did and were to continue. My formal interview was set for the following Monday. At 9 AM I walked into the company’s offices about twenty minutes from my home. Both interviews were on the sixth floor. They were obviously waiting for me, and my meetings went well. I was offered a position subject to passing the company physical. Anticipating the routine physical I was expecting it in the next few days. They had other ideas, and requested me to return for a 2 o’clock physical on the ninth floor.
I walked into the nurse’s office and was asked a bunch of questions, and was told to undress and to put on a patient’s gown. A gorgeous nurse took my blood pressure and some vials of blood. The nurse, Olivia, was brunette and about 29. She didn’t seem to have anything under her nurse jacket, which seemed a few sizes too large, hiding much of her charms except the long athletic legs and sexy lips. She explained that after taking my blood pressure they need to take it again after the ‘release’. I inquired about the ‘release’, but she just told me to be patient. Within ten minutes she took me into an examination room and locked the door.
She removed her jacket revealing a pair of tanned 36D boobs and a shaved snatch, with the pair of gorgeous legs. This site caused my pecker to stir, but I told her that I do not care to stray as I’m happily married. Olivia than explained that they were looking for a certain individuals, whose blood pressure did not rise over 15% after the ‘release’. She helped me out of my patient’s gown, and took some measurements of my pecker and nuts. She told me to relax and to try to enjoy the ‘release’. She grabbed my pecker and began stroking it, while cupping and squeezing my nuts. Olivia seemed to enjoy this part of the examination, for I noticed her licking her lips and saw some juices coming from her shaved love hole. I was harder than in some time. She stopped to cuff the blood pressure monitor onto my right arm. Now she winked at me and increase the stroke speed causing me to buckle and I came all over her beautiful boobs. She measured my blood pressure and told me that it was close but I registered 13% over my last reading and she wished me luck.
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Joie Stone
Sunday, September 16th, 2007Starring role
Tuesday, September 11th, 2007 Starring role
By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”
The Photographer
Monday, September 10th, 2007 The Photographer
By: ISS
“You do understand the nature of the photographs we’ll be shooting,” Carl asked, “I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don’t have a problem!?!” “I understand,” the matronly female replied, “most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!!!” “And just to make it even more clear,” Carl responded, “those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!!!” Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, “And how much money do you pay for posing!?!” “It varies,” he answered, “Two hundred a day for solo, three hundred for soft core, and five hundred for the hard stuff, now are you sure you want to go through with it, it’s pretty easy if you have the temperament for it, but if not………………..”!!! “I need the money,” Glenna replied, “but I want you to know I don’t have a perfect body by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I have a few sags here and there, and my breasts aren’t what they once were either!!!” Nodding his head, Carl replied, “That is exactly what muy client wants, the grand motherly type who is all woman and oozes sensuality, not some plastic little girl who’s all silicone and hair spray!!!” With a short laugh Glenna shot back, “Well, I’m certainly not that!!!” “All right then” he said “let’s get started!!!”
“I’ve never done this before,” Glenna offered, “are you sure that your customer wants a sixty year old has been!?!” “You look just fine, baby,” Carl said soothingly, “okay now, lean over a little and let me see some of that cleavage spilling out of your bra!!!” “Oh, wow,” he enthused, “what size bra do you wear, you’re really huge!?!” “Uh, 42dd,” she replied softly, “do they look too big?!?” “Are you kidding,” he replied as he snapped away, “you can never be too big in this line of work, now be a good girl and drop the bra for me!!!” With nervous hands, Glenna reached back and undid the five clasps that held her industrial strength brassiere in place, and with almost little girl shyness, let it slip from her shoulders to the floor! “Holy smokes,” he gasped, “incredible, just incredible, baby, you have the juiciest jugs I’ve seen in a long time, and those nipples, christ alive, it looks like you must have breast fed fifty babies!!!” Hearing his comments about her chest not only raised a little red in her cheeks, it also caused her vagina to dampen!!! It had been a long time since a man made such sexually suggestive comments about her body, and just because she wasn’t in her prime, a lady never tired of hearing a man tell her that he liked the way she looked!!!”
For the next hour Carl snapped away, taking hundreds of photos of Glenna posing topless and wearing just a panty girdle, and just like he had said earlier, if you got comfortable in front of the camera, it was a snap!!! After a whirlwind of quick poses, Carl asked, “Are you read for the next step, honey, I think the world is ready to see your pussy!?!” A slightly red faced Glenna nodded her head and began slithering out of her skin tight girdle as Carl’s camera clicked away!!! “Oooooolala,” he said with enthusiasm, “now that is a bush and a half, oh yeah, that’s it, show us your hairy muffy, yeah baby go, good, good, yeah that’s it, sit down and spread for me, show us that slit, oh yeah baby, your a natural!!!” She never thought it possible, but she was a true slut for the camera!!! Taking a large breast into her hand, she lifted the big nipple to her mouth and sucked on it, while with the other hand she held open her pussy so Carl could get some shots of her hard clit, and after taking a raft of pussy and tit shots, he had her turn over so he could get some of her big fat white ass!!! “Good, baby,” he offered, “show us that ass, oh yeah what a nice fat butt you have, fucking love it!!!
Okay, Glenna, let’s take five,” he said, “I’ve gotta reload the cameras, so just relax for a couple of minutes!!!” Glenna was getting used to being naked in front of the camera, and even though there was a robe available to cover up in between takes, she didn’t even bother picking it up, rather she just lay back with her legs spread and her fat hairy pussy overtly exposed to Carl’s eyes!!! After he was finished with the film, he came over and sat down on the platform next to her and said, “Good job, baby, my buyer is really gonna like these shots, there’s a big demand for “Grandma” stuff, I guess people are getting tired of perfection and wanna see women the way they really are!!!” “Can I ask you a question,” he asked, “if you don’t wanna answer, just say so!?!” “No, go ahead,” she replied, “fire away!!!” “I’m just curious,” he asked, while letting his hand run up and down her bare leg, “why are you posing like this, you just don’t seem like the type!?!” His hand was having an electric effect on her, and she had to catch her breath to answer, “Well, my husband of forty years passed away, and to be blunt about it, I need the money badly!!!” He continued to massage her leg and continued, “Are you ready to make some extra cash then, I think we’re about ready for the next step!?!” She was about to reply, but the air whistled out of her lungs as his hand rested against her pussy and he wriggled his finger into her now very steamy love box!!! Instead of an answer, a long low moan gurgled up from her throat and her hands just naturally went to her nipples and began softly twisting the big nubs!!! Carl continued to finger the excited woman and observed, “Well, I guess you already answered my question,” while out of nowhere he produced a huge latex dildo which he held in front of her face and went on, “now I’m gonna go back to the camera, and I want you to use this on your pussy, got it!?!” She was so excited by now she was next to incoherent, but she managed to nod her head yes as she took the big satisfier from his hand!!! When he finally got ready for this first shot he opined, “We’re almost ready, baby, but remember, I don’t want any faking, I want real orgasms, so whenever you’re ready, go to it!!!”
Jesus she was turned on, her cunt was leaking all over the place and her nipples were begging to be sucked, but instead of ramming the big rubber cock into her cunt, Glenna put the big head into her mouth and sucked hard, while pretending to give the fat dildo a blow job!!! “Oh man,” Carl entused, “you are one hot fucking bitch, that’s the way baby, suck that dick, act like you fucking want it so shoot into your mouth, oh yeah, do it, baby!!!” Listening to him encourage her on only made her hotter, so it was only a matter of time until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and almost without warning, rammed the thick cudgel of a cock deep into her begging pussy!!! “Oh god,” she moaned, “it feels so fucking good, it’s so fucking huge, my pussy feel totally packed with cock, oh jesus I’m fucking cumming, Carl, I can’t fucking help it, my clit’s just going off on me, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddddd help me I’m cummingggggggggggggggggg!!!” Carl was going from one camera to the other while trying to get the best possible angle for each shot, but now it was him that was sweating as he watched the matronly bitch put on a show that would have put any twenty year old to shame!!!
“Christ alive,” he said to himself as he walked over to the platform, “she is fucking hot!!!” “Oh, baby,” he said softly, “you really put on a show, are you sure you’re all right!?!” With the thick cock still hanging lewdly out of her hairy cunt, she replied “I-I’m just fine, but that was a really hard one, I haven’t cum like that in years!!!” “Tell me baby,” he asked while sitting down beside her, “when’s the last time you had a real live dick in your mouth!?!” “Over a year,” she admitted, “and do I ever miss it!!” “Do you swallow,” he asked casually while gently taking hold of the end of the dildo and pressing it into her, “you look like the kind of woman who loves the taste of cum!?!” The sassy talk form Carl and the renewed pressure on the rubber cock, made Glenna’s pussy flood once more, and again her breathing became shallow as she tried to answer him, “I-I love sucking cum and swallowing, oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, ohhhhhhhhh, yessssss, I guess I’m just a cock sucker at heart, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” Now while actually moving the thick cock in and out of her pussy he asked, “So Glenna, would you consider yourself a cock hound or just a cock sucker!?!” This was insane, this potty mouth of a photographer was absolutely driving her crazy with lust, and as incredible as it seemed, she was on the verge of another giant orgasm!!! “I asked you a question, dear,” he persisted, “cock sucker or cock hound, which is it!?!” “Uh, ohhhhhhhhhh, god,” she stammered, “I-I don’t know, neither, no, no, that isn’t right, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy, that feels good, I-I’m a cock sucker, that’s it, a cock sucker, ohhhhhhh!!!” “Of course you are,” he said sweetly, “and just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’m going to give you this,” as he stood up and let his hard cock bounce just inches in front of her mouth!!! When her eyes finally focused on it, she nearly went wild trying to put it into her mouth, but he playfully leaned back, just keeping it barely out of her greedy reach!!! “So,” he said in an innocent voice, “does my hot bitch Glenna want some hard pecker!?!” “God,” she panted, “don’t torture me this way, please let me have it, it’s been so long for me!!!” Now sharply twisting the dildo in her cunt, he asked in an even voice, “So tell me, bitch, how much do you like to suck dick!?!” The harsh twist of the dildo made her gasp, but she quickly recovered and begged, “Y-you know I can’t help myself, so please, let me put it in my mouth, I promise to swallow it, so pretty please, let mama have your hard young pecker!!!”
He kept moving the dildo and teasing her incessantly for the next five minutes or so, until he finally let her “capture” his cock and take it eagerly into her mouth!!! He was just getting into it, when she nipped sharply on his smooth head and causing him to yelp in pain!!! “You might have me at a disadvantage, junior,” she said with a wink, “but just remember this, you have your cock next to thirty two sharp teeth, so you better treat me nice!!!” “Touche,” he replied as he pounded the dildo in and out of her cunt, “you suck me and I’ll fuck you, deal!?!” “Deal,” she replied as she inhaled him back in!!!” She was absolutely rapacious, this sixty year old senior citizen, never in his life had he had his pecker sucked so expertly or enthusiastically, while on the other hand, she was thinking that not since she was much younger, had she had a cock that was so long and thick and made her feel like such a pussy!!! It was in front of this back drop that both of them exploded in a tumultuous mutual orgasm that left them both totally wiped out!!!
After a five minute recovery period, Glenna offered, “Too bad we didn’t have the camera going, that would be x-rated money!!!” He laughed a bit, then held up his hand to show her a remote control shutter switch, and replied, “I got it all baby, and I must say, you are a fucking natural!!!” She stared at the switch for a moment and then asked, “You mean, you got it all, I mean everything!?!” He nodded and replied, “Like I said, baby, everything!!!”
Geeks first time
Saturday, September 8th, 2007 Geeks first time
By: ISS
All I wanted was a nice, safe, monogomous relationship.
Of course in high school I was a simple guy, a bit different from the rest of the people where I grew up. I had a direction and a purpose; where most kids were interested in going to parties and getting drunk (and maybe a peek if they were lucky), I wanted to study and make something of myself.
You know the kind. Poor white trash tring to make something of himself; the kid in the corner with the glasses held together by tape, calculator in hand. If this were an earlier age, he’d be trying to read the little black numbers off the slipstick; maybe in the future it’s a laptop with holograms projecting out of it’s surface.
Except that I never wore glasses. My parents told me that in order to get along in this life you need to dress well and look good, and who gives a damn about your brains. So I’m just shy of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I even play waterpolo when sufficiently drunk enough not to care. But my desire was to be a professional, perhaps a systems analyst, with a nice wife and a couple of kids. The dog in the front yard and the Volvo in the garage is optional, of course.
When I was admitted into Pacific Tech, I was elated. All the hard study and good grades allowed me into one of the toughest schools in the state. Yes, the place had a 6 to 1 ratio male to female, but I was only there to study. As soon as I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, and as soon as I graduated to a successful job I would go about finding that nice woman who I could marry and live happily ever after with. My life was progressing quite nicely, thank you, and on the path I forordained for myself.
One of the first things that happens at PacTech (as we all knew the place) was “Freshman Camp”, a place where all the students went to learn about the honor code and meet the various fraternities. It’s generally a three day affair which takes place in a small cove just south of Avon on Santa Catalina Island.
We all gathered in the middle of the student houses for the bus ride out. The freshman class, about 200 students, brought their gear out and waited. Looking around I found more than a sufficient supply of calculators hanging from nerdy guy’s belts to satisfy the computational requirement of any one of NASA’s space probes. I was glad for my parent’s advice to keep care of myself and my apperance; I certainly stood out from the crowd!
The busses arrived, and the great mass proceeded to stuff themselves in. Not in any particular hurry I moved to the back of the second bus, and made myself comfortable. As the bus packed, a rather pretty girl picked me out, and worked her way to the back to join me.
She wore a rather tight leather miniskirt, a tank top, and a black leather
jacket; the exception to the rule of t-shirts and messed up hair. From thisvantage I saw a rather shapely ass and thighs dressed in black fish-net stockings, and something inside of me awoke for the first time.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever seen a girl before. I had dated some in high
school. It just was, well, not in my plans for the future. I am a goal-
directed person; if it’s towards my goal I am more agressive than most and stubborn as a mule. If it isn’t in the direction I want to go, however,
nothing can cause it to capture my interest.
But something about the way she breathed was impressive. Her shape, her long flaming red hair, the smell of her purfume; I couldn’t move, couldn’t think.Something more primitive was trying to rest the controls of my life away from me, and I wasn’t too certain I should give in. When she asked if she could join me, I stammered “uh, sure”, and she giggled as she sat down and snuggled up next to me. And my poor mind fried.
Scotty, beam me up! Circuit overload! Red alert! (And as a vision of me
rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself up to the hair between her legs.) She held my hand and asked if I was okay. I didn’t know. The Volvo was sinking fast.
We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at the dock where our boat would be taking the freshman class out to the island. Gloria, still holding my hand and chatting away about her family and her friends in high school, was still snuggled up very close to me, and I was stiff. Holding hands was safe, but something inside of me was telling me that it wasn’t. The boat arrived, we moved to there, and she sat herself on my lap, holding on to me as the boat moved towards it’s destination.
Actually the boat ride wasn’t too bad; my mind having overloaded itself with the possibility that there may be more to life than computers and a cosy marriage in the distant future. I rubbed her back and told her about the place where I grew up; she held on to me and told me about her house in Texas and how the waters in the ocean were so warm that she’d go swimming nude in the moonlight.
Once the boat arrived, we were seperated. The class seperated, was processed,placed into their appropriate rooms or tents as the situation warranted, and sent on our way to the lectures, meetings, and group talks which were supposed to dominate our life for the next few days. Of course I was disappointed; for the rest of the day through lunch and dinner I hoped to meet Gloria and hold her hand, but of course (my rational part told me) my purpose at PacTech was to study.
After dinner there was a “campfire”. With two hundred people attending it’s rather hard to sit around a single fire and be cozy; and about an hour into this listening to kids talk about their science fair experiments and how they wanted to revolutionize Artificial Intelligence with the unique insight they possessed, I quietly left.
Behind the campsite there is a hill called “Bible Peak.” It is a hill about
two hundred feet up with a cross of wood at the top. It also possessed one of the best views of the campsite and the ocean below. In full moonlight I made the hour trek to the top of the hill, where I found a rock and sat still, watching the white waves crash below.
While contemplating the stars and my future I heard a twig snap behind me. Startled, I turned around. A dark figure worked it’s way up the last 10 feet of hill and sat itself beside me, moon at it’s back. Without a word, it started stroking my hair and face, relaxing me.
Gloria! I was happy to see her again, as I missed her company from the
morning bus trip. She stood over me, while stroking my hair, and started to work herself out of her tank top.
I grabbed her hand. “Hang on,” I said, “maybe we should talk. I’ve never done this before. Can you just sit here and talk with me a while?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. You just take my breath away. Sorry; I’m just new at this. Please forgive me. God your beautiful.” I was in overload; there were about a dozen things I wanted to tell her but that was the best I could do.
She sat down next to me and held my hand, and we talked some more. She had an interest in photography and I told her how beautiful the moon and ocean would be captured on film. I told her about the stars where I was from and how if you were patient you could make out the Milky Way. She asked me about my lovers and I admitted there had been none; I was always interested in fufilling my dreams, but I had to admit I wasn’t certain what they were anymore. We laughed, and when she went to kiss me on the cheek, it seemed natural to kiss
her on the lips.
She let her hands glide over my back and I held her and stroked her hair. She shivered when I ran my fingernails down her back, and experimentally, I let my fingers run lower and lower over her ass as well. I wispered in her ear, asking if she was alright, and she responded by tumbling us both over onto the grass, her on top.
She pinned me down with her hands on my elbows, and laughed. “I’ve got you now. What should I do with you?” “Uh, whatever you wish; you’ve got me, after all.” To which, she started to unbutton my shirt and kissing my chest.
I worked her tank top off and started rubbing the skin underneath. Her nipples felt hard against my bare chest, and she gasped quietly when I ran my fingers over them. Perfectly shaped, she held one to my mouth and I started licking it, first gently, then hard, pulling the enire nipple in with my mouth and pressed around the tip with my toung.
Gloria picked her weight off of my hips and worked her way around to start taking my pants off. I rotated towards her on my side and started rubbing her thighs. Allowing my hands to work their way up her tight miniskirt, I found her pubic hair wet, though then I had no idea why.
After working my pants off of me, she licked my stiff cock and started sucking hard. What fragments of my mind that survived up until then had been blown, with the smell of her long red hair and her firm ass in my hands, my hard cock in her mouth and part ways down her throat.
She asked me then if I wanted to make love. I said yes, but I didn’t know how. “Don’t worry; let me do the driving.” She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the ground, and sat herself on me, slowly working me inside. Holding my wrists to the ground, she rocked her hips back and forth until I was all the way in, and rythmically she brought herself up and down.
I was breathless. Gloria smiled at me and shuddered, getting tighter and
tighter around me with each pass. She rocked for several minutes, and then with some effort pushed herself upright, brushing her hair upright and allowing me full view of her glorious chest. I reached up and grabbed one, then the other, and circled her tits with the tips of my fingers, spiralling from the outside to the nipples. It seemed forever she rocked on top of me, both of us moaning and not carring who found us there, until I exploded, and for a moment her face shined in something more than moonlight.
I asked her “Why me?” at some point during our lovemaking, and she laughed, saying “Your cute, and I liked the way you tried to cover your shyness on the boat ride over.” After our lovemaking I held her in my arms and ran my fingers down her back. By this time it must have been midnight; the moon now low over the hills, and she snuggled close, spoon fashion; this time for warmth.My hands fell on her stomach, and I drew circles around her bellybutton and across the top of her pubic hair. Turned on by this I bit the back of her neck softly, and ran my fingers up and down from her chest to her crotch. Her back arched, pressing her ass against my now stiffened member. Grabbing it, I pushed it forwards and in, brushing her clit with my fingers in the process.
“May I drive this time?”
She arched her back even more, reaching around and grabbing my ass to help me in deeper. I held her, one arm around her stomach, and the other arm propping her head up and holding her close. We rocked, I driving myself even deeper and deeper as she moaned. I was sure we must have been heard, but I really didn’t care; the only thing that mattered was this sexy girl in my arms, and driving her as wild as I could.
She broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, and I felt a wetness down below that wasn’t from me. She then gasped, and her grip on my ass tightened as I exploded again, clamping down on my teeth to keep from yelling at the top of my lungs.
We met every night on that trip; each time in a different location near the
campsite. She taught me the fundamentals of sex, her shapely body infinitely adaptable to all of about a dozen different positions. And as we sailed back to the mainland back to school proper we held each other at the front of the boat, her arm around my waist and on my ass, and my arm around her body, hand inside of her leather jacket.
It’s been almost seven years since my introduction to the mysteries. Gloria is now married and living somewhere on the east coast; I haven’t seen her in years. I now live alone in a one bedroom apartment in Pasadena; somehow the thought of a house with a wife and kids, Volvo and dog in the yard just doesn’t appeal to me the same way as it did before. It’s not a goal the way it was for me before; now it’s just something that I might like to have someday.
I have had quite a few lovers since that night; I’ve even been in a few
menage-a-trios. With each lover I have learned something different about sex and making love; with each person sex is different but always wonderful. But for me, the first time was special, a time that I shall remember always.
Hot Story
Tuesday, September 4th, 2007A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the
hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked
guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several
nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at
the complex’s course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel
comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where
ever he went. We became great, close friends–threw many parties
for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out
together. We “doubled” often and Jon always had a great looking
date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length
of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked
him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5′6″ tall, but very
well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and,
if some stunt of his was too much for me, I’d fall back on my college
football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss
him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically.
On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw
it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween
wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his
thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him
open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into
the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised
me he’d get me when I least expected it.
Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed
a sandwich and plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television.
Except for the light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour
or so, I got pretty lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting
aroused, so I rolled over and began grinding my hips into the mattress.
The friction of the sheets as I rubbed my swollen cockhead against
them and the pressure of my hard-on against the mattress and my
stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the ecstasy of bringing
myself off.
Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me
up and flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an
earthquake, but the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and
looked at the bed. There was that little shit John under the bed,
the mattress pushed half off by his legs as he lay laughing at me
on his back. he was howling, and I did a quick take on how he must
have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the bed, and waiting
for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized I was
standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.
Embarassed, I scream “You fucking dummy”, and yanked him to his
feet. He broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht
him down and we wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him
down. It was wild and spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked,
embarassed at being surprised with a hard-on, really turned me on.
John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled,
I felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling
and trying to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing
as his chest heaved against my own. With me hard against him I was
sure he would notice in a second that I wasn;t just still hot from
humping my bed. So I tried to get up, but John saw how rigid I was
and started laughing again. I did too. We fell back together, laughing
into each other’s shoulder about my predicament.
His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and
I half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs.
He rubbed both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to
be getting turned on. A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but
I swallowed it in a gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered
in my ear “Got you Dave.”
I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped
again. The blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must
have been able to hear it. I tried to pull away again and drew my
knees up, but that pushed my dick across his growing hard-on, and
my stomach muscles began to quiver. It was an electric moment.
The John responded–his hands slipped caressingly over my then taut
ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the back of my
thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard ridge
…End of the part1. To be continued..
First Gay Experience
Thursday, August 9th, 2007(MMM, 1st)
Two of my friends and I were drinking beer and watching
TV one night when the subject of sex came up. Ed
suggested we watch a video he had stashed away. Bill
and I were willing to go along so he put it in and
started it. The action started with a guy entering a
room and sitting on a couch. He was wearing tight
shorts and nothing else. Soon another guy entered the
room and joined him.
Well I was puzzled and wondered where the women were.
Then the two guys talked awhile and then the second
one put his hand right in the first ones crotch. Now I
was really confused. When I looked up from the screen
I saw Ed and Bill watching me. I was sitting in a chair
and they were sitting on the couch. But still I didn’t
understand what was going on.
The action on the screen started to heat up when the
two guys started feeling each other up and rubbing each
other’s crotches. I finally realized that there weren’t
going to be any girls and that this was a gay movie.
I was a shocked but to my surprise; not really turned
off. I was curious and I’ve always been open-minded.
Soon one of the man had the other guys cock out and was
stroking it slowly. Ed suggested I go and get us all
another beer because nothing exciting would be happen-
ing in the movie for a while.
Reluctantly I went, not really wanting to miss anything,
but not knowing why. It took me a while to fetch the
beer and when I re-entered the living room I was
shocked to find Ed and Bill sitting close to each other
and rubbing each other’s crotches. They took the beers
from me and acted like nothing unusual was going on.
I sat back down and watched both them and the movie.
Soon the guy in the movie had bent over and had taken
his buddies cock into his mouth. I must admit I felt
my dick stir a little at the sight and wondered what
it would feel like to get some head from a man who
knew how it felt to receive it.
In the meantime Ed and Bill were still rubbing each
other through their pants. I thought, what the hell,
and began to rub myself a little as I watched the
movie. It did release some of the physical tension.
We all sat like that through the movie. Me rubbing my
erection and Bill and Ed playing with each other’s.
The guys on the screen went through a sixty nine scene,
and ended up with one sitting while the other guy
straddled his hips facing us and lowered his butt over
the first guys dick. He bounced up and down on it while
the first guy reached around and played with his cock.
The top guy shot his load out into he room and you
could tell that the sitting guy shot his load up inside
his buddy’s butt.
When the video ended Bill asked me what I thought.
I told him I that I didn’t know what to think. I was
embarrassed because I had a really hard cock and ob-
viously was turned on by what we’d just seen. I could
also see that both Ed and Bill had hard cocks. I swal-
lowed hard and excused myself to go pee. When I got
there I was in for another bigger surprise.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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Girls Drink Cum Reviews
Friday, July 27th, 2007Girls Drink Cum
Placement position : XXX Reviews >> Blowjob
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Title : Girls Drink Cum Site Reviews
It is so hard to find a girl who really loves cum – I mean who adores to drink it. Those amateur teen babes at Girls Drink Cum are just crazy about it. They take a spoon and eat all cum to the last drop.
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First Time Swallows Reviews
Wednesday, July 25th, 2007First Time Swallows
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Title : First Time Swallows Site Reviews
See I dont believe this shit about first time swallows. How can it be that such sluttish babes had never ever tasted cum?
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Black Sweeties Reviews
Tuesday, July 17th, 2007Black Sweeties
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Title : Black Sweeties Site Reviews
Never seen so many black bodies. On watching this site you get an impression that the only thing those ebony chicks do is fucking all day long or searching someone to fuck with. It’ worth visiting this site to see black babes going wild.
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Asian Tease Reviews
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007Asian Tease
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Title : Asian Tease Site Reviews
Very promising asian site. They have about 50.000 of hardcore and softcore photos of asian amateurs and models, hidden cams and famous asian bukkake, new gils are added each week. Bonus: 80 sites for the price of 1 (this offer is valid even for 3 day trial!)
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Her First Ass to Mouth Reviews
Sunday, June 24th, 2007Her First Ass to Mouth
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Title : Her First Ass to Mouth Site Reviews
Hundreds of girls getting cummed all over their faces after a hard anal sex. Quite a dick hardening site but nothing special at all – the same as Her First Anal Sex.
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Tranny Realm Reviews
Thursday, May 24th, 2007Tranny Realm
Placement position : XXX Reviews >> Shemales
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Title : Tranny Realm Site Reviews
Well this site is tranny (shemale, ladyboys, chicks with dick, heshe whatever you call em)
The main feature and the whole point of this site is sexy and hot ‘girls’ who think they are so smart to be just a men!
This site called ‘Realm’ for you definetely got a full access to other shemale sites (well you should get if join immedeatly after visit) so please do yourself a favor and join, if of course you are interested in these exiting female looking guys.
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Tranny Centerfolds Reviews
Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007Tranny Centerfolds
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Title : Tranny Centerfolds Site Reviews
I ve always liked shemale porn – I love surprises and shemales can provide them. What would you say of a picture set with two beautiful lesbians licking and kissing each other… then taking off their pants and… showing their rock hard dicks and starting fucking each others’ assholes?
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