Thursday, September 14, 2006

Scat Cat Shit Sex

"Well, Kate. You know why you're here this morning?" he asked. I knew exactly why I was there. I told him I had heard of these interviews before and what I had to do. He smiled and scratched his head. "Well, atleast you understand what we want from you." He said, pouring my coffee. "Sometimes the young ladies expect different things or either they change their minds on a second thought." He handed me the cup and saucer. "Somehow I knew you'd be more understanding of this business."

"That was more amazing than I ever imagined," Dylan gasped, still short on breath. Holly cuddled closer.

"Okay, tonight we're going to do a few artistic poses, both of you together and separately," Gary said, handing us each a glass of wine. "Dylan will take the photos and I'll look after everything else.

Whoever it was wrapped my head in a headlock and started to twist in order to ensure my full attention.

“Oh God Baby, Daddy’s going to cum, oh god now baby. Aaaaggggghhh!!!!” he groaned harshly.

My mom relaxed on the couch with her feet together but with her legs widely separated giving me a great view of her cum oozing pussy. I said, "Shit mom, your cunt is overflowing with cum, what a site!"

"Por favor, please Don, I need you inside of me," she cried as beads of sweat trickled down her face, dampening the lovely curls of her long hair.

"She's a bean-pole, dude!" blurted T., followed by another round of hushed laughter.

It felt good to cum in her.

She grabbed the front of her slave’s panties and led him to the front of the theater. About 10 men were there, all staring at this shaved slut, with such a hard boy-clit poking out of the front of his panties. “Turn around darling, and show the men your cute ass in that thong.” He complied and was rewarded with whistles from the horny men. “Attention boys, my little slut needs training. Who would like to help her learn?”

Whether the girl knew it or not, her well-rounded ass swayed provocatively when she walked. Picard again felt stirrings in his groin. He punched the comm., "Mr. Worf, have my senior staff assemble immediately in the conference room." Without waiting for a reply, he signed off and leaned back in his chair, smiling..

"OH! Of course I did. I loved it, but it scared me too! I felt so vulnerable. I felt as if my whole soul was opening to you and wanting you to join me and be one with me. I just couldn't resist the need to touch you. Touch all of you. I have felt as if I was drawn to you inexorably ever since I first met you. What is happening to me?"

"Remember I told you, yer neighbor complained about you screamin' every night?" Tony now turned looking into the youth's face.

I showed her an ad looking for models. She said she was not comfortable having strangers taking pictures of her and I told her I had a solution to the problem I would take the pics and sell them to the magazines, and we would recoup most of the money we lost. She was okay with the idea, then I told her to make the maximum amount of money we needed her to pose with another person preferably someone black because they paid more for interracial pictures, and of course I suggested Mike as the model.

Maria is Italian. Dark hair and eyes, olive skin. Just as gorgeous as the others but somehow her body feels softer. There seems to be a soft layer on top of her muscles. Her plan is to earn enough to go back to a small town in Italy, open a business, get married and have lots and lots of kids. Meantime, she needs some sex and, when we're in the same place at the same time, I'm the lucky guy. She has the greatest cunt I've ever known. I can't even explain it but I've told her I'd like to use her cunt as a pillow and sleep all night on it, breathing her scent and occasionally waking up enough to take a lick and get a taste. She likes sex face to face and gets very, very involved. We get all wrapped up with each other and roll all over the bed. If I was willing to retire young in an Italian village, I could do a lot worse than spend the rest of my life fucking Maria.

Lori was working that night as every night. (Lori introduced in chapter 1.) I bought her a drink as she placed her small framed body between my legs so her naked ass (under her nightie) rubbed up against the limp spot in my pants where a bulge should be. I placed a Jackson on the bar. Joe got me my $4.00 beer and Lori her $15.00 7-Up and oh, what the fuck, keep the dollar for the effort. I was engaged in small talk with Lori as I reached down with one hand to play with her pussy. She parted her legs to make it easy for me, in hopes of getting a bottle out of me. I love this part or the action.

Mary smiled to herself as she remembered her 18th birthday several days ago. The Sister’s and Father Kirk, Father Flanigan, and the newest one Father Jameson had planned a special surprise party for her. They and all the other students had been waiting in the cafeteria. She had been so surprised when her best friend Anne had run to get her and say she was needed immediately for a special project in the kitchen. She had had such a wonderful time at the surprise party.






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