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Scissoring the Suspect(I)

Autor: Ms.Mari
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-12 14:33:03

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. Mo
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  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   Scissoring the Suspect(II)

    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

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   Scissoring the Suspect(I)

    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

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   BUTT PLAY(V)

    “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

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   BUTT PLAY(IV)

    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

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   BUTT PLAY (III)

    “I loved this show,” I said, trying to deflect my discomfort when Joey returned with a glass of wine that looked more beige than white. I reached over and plucked a Playbill out of the arrangement, the fan quickly disintegrating into an unorganized mess. As I tried to straighten it all up, the thought occurred to me as I made an even larger mess that murderers don’t like show tunes—do they? But wasn’t Joey too old to be a murderer? Isn’t it usually the wealthy sixty-year-old man whose throat is slashed the next morning? Joey seemed unperturbed by the mess I had made on his coffee table. In fact, he seemed to be a bit too amused by my nervous stumbling about, as if I were a six-month-old child who had tottered into the room on his own two legs for the first time and he was about to applaud at any minute. When I looked up I noticed Joey was smiling, or, rather, I noticed that Joey’s mouth had widened to reveal a set of conspicuously fake beige teeth.“The dancing was terrific,” he said,

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   BUTT PLAY(II)

    Let me teach you how to enjoy your ass and asshole. I will show you how to experience ultimate pleasure from the space between your legs.I must confess now that I had never answered a sexual ad before. Yes, I read them and mulled them over, but I only circled and called the romantic, dream-date ones. And as for sex, I’d always found enough action at the bars or the clubs or on the street or from the dating ads that I hadn’t ever needed to turn to the “Sex Only” personals as an outlet. My goal was to find a worthwhile long-term relationship or at least someone who would stick around after the third date, not someone who wanted to stick their sticky fingers up my butt in order to get their rocks off. Nonetheless, I circled the ad, part nostalgic over my lost boyfriend and part curious about whether I should really consider a new method to snare a new one. A few days later, when I was leaving voice mail messages for all of my potential dream dates, I decided, oh, well, what the hell, le

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   SOAKED IN SIN(II)

    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.

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   COLLECTION 2: SOAKED IN SIN

    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

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   Teaching My Younger Husband Sin(III)

    She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock. Then Gavin’s eyes began to li

  • Watch Me Explode, Daddy   Teaching My Younger Husband Sin(II)

    So, maybe the car was gone. Maybe she had spent the money on some outrageous thing. Maybe he’d one day know what it was and maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, Gavin thought, fuck the car, and fuck the walk. Gavin was going to fuck his wife in this old-fashioned swing that hung from this big oak tree

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