Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than orgasm darn right ornery, which she knew she could be. She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scalding water stung her naked body, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in twin grayish rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself. After drying herself uniform with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to drink all the coffee cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee black, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on. Thank God the coffee maker still worked; scalding black coffee and the handful of Advil she took began to deaden thick the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human thought, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark hair. It had been more than a birthday bash; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every major city in North America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to take his back up singers to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he landed. She was out nipples of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete' on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on tour, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She'd miss Angie! Roleplay She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee. She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and latest copy of Variety. Bills, credit card statements nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... Blah, blah..... She ripped it over her head, her black hair spilling about her round face. I pulled my top down below my nipples and said, He smiles. It feels wonderful." “Ok I promise I won’t make you do anything too crazy…for now” Jon told me that we were going and that too much sun on our thick first day would not be good for us. “Lovely.” She said, not wanting to sit anywhere, when she turned to face Michael and saw something that, against her better judgement, she did want to sit on. She was still rubbing her clit with her knees bent and legs spread wide open. "Damn, Nate, you should do this ecstasy shit more often," she whispered, staring him in the face. He slowed his hip movement even more wanting to last longer if he could. I could Roleplay feel her hand touch my pussy, and I thought I would scream, she rubbed it around my hole, uniform and it felt so nice. nipples He was erect, and it hit me what he orgasm wanted.
I wish I could distract myself solely with the vision of beauty that is my sister, facing me across the soft surface of Egregious Klink’s bed. But our Master lies between us. Our heads are level with his crotch and rest in his lap. He is naked, as are we. My owner is rampantly hard. He’s lying on his back so his erection points vertically upwards. Tits and I have been ordered to kiss either side of the shaft to maintain his arousal, but not to stimulate him past the point of climax. He is busy relaxing with a broadcast on the huge video screen, and doesn’t wish to peak until the appropriate moment. Other than the burning from resting on my buttock, I’ve had worse tasks to do. I Roleplay can orgasm look straight into Tits’ infinite purple eyes, and I can brush my lips against hers - albeit while enduring the warm rod of Klink’s flesh between us. Without attracting his attention I extend my foot and brush her smooth thick shin, and with my gaze try to express that I love her, and understand and share her suffering, and I’d do anything I could to ease her distress. From the screen there is a groan of female arousal, and Klink laughs raucously along with the reactions of an all-male crowd. Before each year’s Rape Run the Slavers screen a launch show where the Runners endure interviews with the foul host, Wagner. It is a tradition to play some humiliating prank on each of the women. Last year the theme was woman’s inability to control her sexual response. Runners’ groins were fitted with a stimulator which forced them to orgasm in front of the audience viewing across the galaxy. This year they’ve chosen to emphasize a different weakness of women – how likely we are to betray each other - cowardice that the Slavers believe is inherent in our sex. Each of this year’s Runners is fitted with a strap-on dildo, which protrudes horizontally from between her legs. Women have the choice of conducting the interview with Wagner courageously, with their breasts exposed to nipples the crowd, or taking the weak path. If they wish to remain clothed, they do so at the expense of a fellow female. They must talk while using that dildo to fuck a naked slave, a poor victim strapped down over a piece of furniture. So far every contestant has chosen raping that woman over baring themselves. Perhaps uniform we are weak after all. The Runners don’t need to be reminded what’s at stake if they end up one of the nine losers, but the Slavers have provided a reminder anyway. The slave bound with her ass in the air is living evidence of capture - one of the previous year’s losers. “There, let me help thick you with that”, he replied in a husky voice, reaching across the table with a napkin and patting down my chest. About the only time you couldn’t stick your dick in Bonnie was if she already had someone inside the hole you wanted to use. Does any of this make sense?” Her dress is hanging loosely now, exposing her black bra and cleavage as the clasp holding it around her neck has broken from all of the action with David. We told him no uniform nipples and walked towards a counter to be greeted by a large Jewish man with a rather big nose. But it again had no effect and I orgasm could just as well have been talking to a wall. “Perfect, here's what you do this weekend,” I purred. She hadn’t learned how to actually add meaning to it. She "Sure." His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Sat beside him he noticed she was a few inches taller than him, her body full figured and attractive in its voluptuousness. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure. It took a while and couple of breaks for my aching jaws but I did manage to blow all six loads not losing a drop and even had two of them deep in Roleplay my throat by the end.<
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