LOGINI pulled my tongue out of her pussy and said, “You are going to take it in the ass, Kelly… like the little slut you are…”I worked the head into her butthole, slowly at first, but once she loosened up a bit, slid it in almost all the way to the rubber balls.“Ahhhh…” she shrieked. “It’s so big… be gentle.”The lube was doing its trick and soon I was sliding the huge dong in and out of her little asshole with ease.“That’s it baby, take it all.”With my other hand, I used my thumb to massage her clit. Soon she was shuddering with pleasure, moving her ass back and forth to meet my thrusts.“I’m cumming…” she shrieked.She bucked against my hand a few times and collapsed on her stomach, breathing heavily. The dong popped out of her hole as she lay there, her thighs quivering with delight.I was incredibly turned on now. I rolled over next to her on the bed and wiggled out of my bra and panties.“Now, baby, lick my pussy…”She looked like she wanted to take a nap but she could tell by the
She pressed her body against mine. “And then?” I could feel her warmth even through the uniform.“Then I’ll clock out for a few hours and go home,” I leaned over and kissed her again, “and then we’ll play it by ear…”“I don’t think I can wait that long,” she whispered.“Oh, trust me, it’ll be worth it…”I dropped her off at my place, a small bungalow in the Heights neighborhood, gave her the door code and instructions on how to disarm the alarm. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek as she hopped out of the car.“Don’t be long,” she said and turned to head in. I watched her perfectly shaped ass bounce up the sidewalk toward the house. My mouth watered.I went back and cleaned up everything that I thought would be incriminating and headed back to the station to drop my patrol car off. I reported that all the delinquent teens had taken off, and that I needed to take a couple hours of personal time and would be back on patrol a little later that night.I narrowly avoided a couple of acci
It was starting to sink in that she wasn’t going to get out of this. She stopped struggling. “I’m really sorry, officer.”“I.D.” I repeated.She looked around for a moment. “I think my purse is over there, on the floor.”“Go and get it,” I said, starting to let her up, “and if you think you’re going to run away, let me remind you that I can run a five-minute mile, and—” I said, nodding towards the ground where her purse was, “I’ll still have your I.D.” With that I let go of her.The girl seemed calmer now. And there was a hint of mischievousness in her as she looked at me. She moved over to where her purse was and then bent over to pick it up, a lot slower than was necessary. The skirt rode up again to show her tiny pink panties. I almost gasped aloud.“Whoops,” she said, turning her head back toward me and noticing my expression.She stood up with her purse and turned back around. She could see I was a bit flustered. She smoothed her skirt back down, then reached into her small billf
It was a slow Saturday night in the town. Camden Falls wasn’t big—with a population of 25,000 or so—and right now it seemed as if most of them had already gone to bed. I was in my police cruiser by myself; my partner, Officer James, had called in sick for the first time in years. Instead of calling for a temporary replacement, I just told the Sergeant I’d just as soon work my shift alone. Part of it was that I liked the solitude, and part of it was being an attractive lesbian female officer. Most guys wouldn’t ride with me because they thought I was probably some sort of militant feminist who hated men; some were just uncomfortable with strong, confident women in general. James was the exception, so if I couldn’t ride with him, I’d just go solo tonight.“Officer Holden?” a voice cracked over the radio. I grabbed the receiver and replied. “Officer Holden here.”“We’ve got a call about some teenagers down by the river. The lady across the river road called it in.”“10-4, I’ll roll over
“The first time I was fucked, my boyfriend was so impatient that he made me bleed,” Joey said. “I turned him into a great lover, though. Then he left me. Then he came back. Said he couldn’t find anyone better in bed. Oh, he could find others to have sex with, don’t get me wrong. But none of them had my touch. It worked for both of us though. He made me feel so beautiful.”Joey was breathing hard through his mouth by now, and he moaned and moved one hand to my cock and stroked it as he returned to lightly pushing the dildo in and out of my ass. “That okay?” he asked.I nodded back at him.“I miss him,” Joey said. “He died about three years ago.”He stopped pushing the dildo in and out of me and pulled himself up out of his hunched-over position. “That doesn’t bother you, does it? Everything we’re doing is safe.”I nodded back at him again that it was all right to continue. I was aware that we hadn’t kissed one another, aware that not a single drop of body fluid had been exchanged betwe
But it was then that the lesson began. Or life unfolded. Isn’t that what teaching is all about? The passing of knowledge and wisdom gained not so much on one subject but on the cumulative experiences of many.“When I first met my lover I was strictly a top,” Joey said. I was on my back with my legs bent and my kneecaps parallel to the ceiling. “I wasn’t interested in somebody sticking something inside me, because all I wanted to do was to stick something myself, you know. Then, after we were together for about four years, we started changing roles. He didn’t always want to be the bottom so I experimented with it some and decided I liked it, so we changed roles. He was the top and I was the bottom. That lasted for a few more years and then he decided he wanted to be the bottom again. That’s when we started getting all this stuff,” he said, waving his hand at his assortment of dildos.“I think that’s more than I can handle,” I said, twisting my body to look at the smallest dildo, which
This turned out to be only two days later. “I cannot wait a whole week to return,” Isabella had explained over the phone and Liv was delighted by the news. She was especially keen to show Isabella her latest purchase, a chaise longue bought from the balance of the money she had been given. She gree
If I hesitated, it wasn’t because of any reluctance on my part. I wanted Mason just as much as he wanted me. But we needed to find somewhere we weren’t likely to be interrupted, and even in my clubbing prime I’d never been a fan of having sex in the toilets. Too cramped, too insanitary and downrigh
It couldn’t be. I studied the cover more closely. It absolutely, definitely was him. Those eyes, high cheekbones, broad shoulders. OK, I’d seen him fully clothed and on the cover of His Best Performance he wore only a pair of swimming trunks – tiny, tight, yellow – but I recognised him beyond doubt.
I glanced up from my crossword puzzle as the bell above the shop door tinkled. A man, broad shoulders, bright white smile and wearing black wraparound shades, strode into the warren of dusty shelves and cabinets. He moved with purpose, the material of his jeans hugging the tops of his long thighs an







