2008-Mar-31 - Bitches N Hose - Kinky Officer Fallon

I never really thought about becoming a criminal until I seen Officer Fallon on patrol. Almost instantly, I began thinking to myself man I gotta commit some kinda crime as she would then definitely have to give me a full body search, which I’ve heard she is VERY thorough. She was wearing the hottest black latex police uniform that I have ever seen. And the black stockings almost made me cream just seeing them wrapped around her sexy long legs. She has got to be the hottest cop to ever work the beat at the Bitches N Hose police department. I’ve been told she has the naughtiest interrogation procedures that go way beyond the call of duty.

So if your like me and you want to be arrested by a hot female cop in nylons. You can see all of Officer Fallon’s pics and videos by going to this very naughty officer’s site, Bitches N Hose. She’ll be there ready to arrest you and you’ll enjoy every second of it. I know I did!

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2008-Mar-31 - Kitty Karsen - Sexy Video Clips

Here’s some video clips of me slipping out of my tiny dress and having a little bit of fun. I love this little dress - it’s so tight and shows off all of my tiny curves. Sometimes, I even wear it without panties. Kind of like tonight. I went out to a dance club with a bunch of my girl friends. We had a ton of fun and I even danced with a few cute guys. I loved the looks and even a few stares that I got. I guess, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist because when I got home I took off my dress and wow was I turned on. I started to finger my tight teen pussy. I was so horny. My breathing got heavy and I started to moan. It wasn’t long before I made myself orgasm.

These are just some preview clips. To see the full-length videos you’ll have to visit my website. All of my videos are high quality and very naughty. So come check out my website today. I promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to.

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Hardcore Smut

Jannie was amazing! Chubby girl=tight hole. This young chick could screw and boy could she give a blow job. I think she actually sucked one of my nuts through my dick lol

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2008-Mar-31 - Night Vision Goggles

Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car,
circling the little dirt turnaround as he held his breath,
horrified at the damage the dirt rode could be doing to his new
Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over
huge, bolder-sized rocks. He was following a pair of dirt wheel
tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing
area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as
they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only
signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately
seeking escape.
Officer Tim was not simply out
sightseeing, he was Code-5, on assignment. A series of
burglaries had taken place in the nearby housing area, and he was
there on stakeout. He believed it was a token gesture to please
the civilians. Burglary stakeout had a 100 to 1 shot of ever
succeeding. The prowler had a million places to rob, but a cop
could only watch one. A famous park burglar had gone nearly ten
years before he was finally caught, and the authorities had
staked out nearly every park on Earth.
Normally, such attention would not be
given to a simple string of burglaries, except for the fact that
his captain lived in the complex, and the residents were
screaming for justice. Tim was there to provide it. Tim would
rather be out on the highways, cruising along and enjoying the
scenery, but Tim was a rookie and Tim did what he was told.
Tim was mad, and Tim was bored, but Tim
liked being employed. He did not join the force to sit amid a
jungle of tumble weeds and sage brush. He wanted action, high
speed pursuits, take-downs, and investigations.

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“This sucks,” Tim said as he turned off
his engine. He sat there in silence, listening to the click of
cooling metal, checking out his surroundings. They too sucked.
He could see that a thousand teenagers had used the area to get
high, get drunk, or get fucked. The area was littered with
paper, bottles, and condoms. It was dirty and dusty, and it
stank.
“This sucks,” he said again. He opened
his thermos of coffee and poured the metal cup half full. He
watched the condensation from the stopper drip on his pants,
while he replaced the stopper and sipped his coffee. His shift
had started at 5:00 o’clock pm. It was now 6:20 pm. He had to
sit out in the sagebrush for at least five more hours, before he
could head back to the station.
“Fucking shit,” he whispered, while
digging an apple out of his briefcase. He punched up the latest
info on his computer screen. Nothing had changed, the same
perpetrators were being sought throughout the state, and his own
burglaries simply ready “Under Investigation”. Yeah, he knew
about their investigation. He WAS their investigation, he
thought as he bit into the apple.
Tim suddenly remembered the large black
plastic case he had been given. It came under the heading of
special ops equipment. He slid the cup up on the dash, clamped
the apple in his teeth and turned to pull the case out of the
back seat. He turned the case so it faced him and opened it.

He had been in the Army for several
years, and even though he had never used them, he recognized the
night scope gleaming in the case before him. The black foam
rubber in the case still smelled new. He pried the night vision
scope out and turned it in wonder. Technically, it was day/night
vision monoculars, he observed as he pulled the user’s guide from
the case. It had it’s own 9 volt infrared light source and a
simple on/off lever. It was idiot proof.
“Fucking A,” he said, taking the scope
out and looking at it in wonder. He knew it was expensive, up to
a thousand dollars, the last time he’d checked. He held it up to
his eye, it was a normal scope in the daylight. Good, he didn’t
have to worry about burning out the unit in bright lights, or his
eyeball. Suddenly his day became infinitely brighter. He may be
pulling shit duty, but at least he had a grown-up toy to play
with. As he finished his apple, and
sipped his coffee, he couldn’t wait for night to fall.

“Seven Delta Six, what’s your status?”
the radio asked, destroying his daydream of pulling over a woman
in a short skirt.
“Dispatch, this is Seven Delta Six, 10-
75, Code-5,” Tim said hurriedly, meaning he was on sight and
staking out the area.

“10-4, Seven Delta Six, Captain Raleigh
wishes to inform you that he will be 10-10 at this location. He
doesn’t wish to disturb the perpetrator by arriving in a marked
unit.”
“10-4, dispatch, I’ve got it covered.
His family is in good hands,” Tim said, opening his sandwich.
“Dispatch out,” the radio said.
He turned it down and watched the lights
blinking on in the nearby housing area, while he chewed his
sandwich. Night was falling. A car pulled up behind him,
stopped, then backed out of sight with great speed. Tim laughed,
eating his sandwich. He doubted if they would have sex again for
at least a week, after that scare. Suddenly he wondered if the
car might have belonged to the perpetrator, rather than young
lovers. What better place to hide your car during a robbery?
Suddenly the lights came on in 2-h. He
was very familiar with that apartment, he had attended semi-
formal functions in Captain Raleigh’s apartment before. There
had been one wetting-down ceremony and a bachelor party for the
desk sergeant. He also new and worshiped Mrs. Raleigh, aka
Sadie, a 32 year old blonde that looked like a Valeric right out
of Norse mythology. She was strong, slender, and physically
perfect. He couldn’t help but lick his lips every time he saw
her, which did not exactly endear him to the Captain, but did
wonders for his wife’s ego.
Tim grabbed up the monocular and held it
too his eye. She was untying her hair. She shook it out while
looking out the window in his direction. Tim knew she couldn’t
see him in the evening darkness, she was looking at the lights of
the city, far beyond him. He turned and looked himself. Yes, it
was a million dollar view at night, with several magnificently-
lit freeways one bordering the Kern River and reflecting in it’s
surface. Car lights lit the nearby roads like Christmas lights,
red in one direction, white in the other. And beyond all this
was the magnificent lights of Bakersfield. Bakersfield was
splendid at night, with a million multi-colored lights shimmering
in the residual desert heat.
Tim was distracted by headlights flashing
on the scenery in his mirror. They were bouncing, shining up
toward the sky as the auto weeded it’s way up the hill.
Was it a prowler, or a young couple
looking for a make-out area? He couldn’t sit there wondering, he
had a job to do.
Tim threw open his door, grabbed the
monocular and pelted down the road toward the headlights. He
ducked into the bushes, just as the headlights dropped,
highlighting the area where he’d been running. Safely hidden in
the brush, he brought the monocular up to his eye and focused in
on the approaching vehicle. There was one occupant in the
vehicle, a young white male of about 18 or 19. He thought this
was suspicious until the car drew closer and he could make out
the back of a female’s head, bobbing in his lap.

Tim giggled, waiting for the car to pull
alongside his position. He knew the boy would see his cruiser
and slam on the brakes in about 15 seconds. When it passed he
had an excellent view of the girl giving him a blowjob. She was
cute. He’d rather see her naked.
Suddenly the boy slammed on the brakes.
Dirt and gravel flew as he slammed the car into reverse and sped
down the dirt road in reverse. The girl’s head popped up when he
went careening off the ridge of dirt bordering the dirt road.
The car swerved back and forth until it backed out of sight.
“He didn’t like my cruiser,” Tim mumbled
to himself. “Get a room,” he said a little louder. “I need an
unmarked car,” he mumbled, deep in thought.
Tim suddenly remembered the snakes,
broken glass, and garbage littering the area. Hopping out of the
brush, he leaped into the dirt road, then trudged back to his
cruiser. He paused next to the car and rested his elbows on the
roof. He brought the monocular up to his eye and surveyed the
Raleigh apartment. Sadie was nowhere in sight. There was a new
metal starburst clock above the cream colored couch, he noticed.
That hadn’t been there the last time he visited. He could see a
bright lamp in the living room window, and the white wall of the
dining room beyond. Sadie was nowhere around… wait a minute,
he thought. He focused in on the balcony and found Sadie lifting
the cover of a hottub. She was wearing a white towel around her
body. Even as he saw this, she pulled it off and tossed it over
the back of a white plastic chair. She stood naked and glorious
for the world to see. Of course she would be in complete
darkness and feel it was safe to walk nude on her own balcony.
She didn’t expect a peeping Tim with a night vision scope.
He had a complete view of her glorious
nudity as she walked up the steps of the hottub, and then back
down inside. She sat, presenting him with only a view of her
face and arms.
“You beautiful fucking bitch,” he groaned
to himself. “You beautiful sweet fucking bitch.”
His cock was throbbing in his pants. He
mashed it against the side of the cruiser, while he watched and
waited for her to finish her bath and stand again. He knew it
would be a long wait, but she was worth it.
Tim suddenly realized that he needed to
take a piss. He laid down the monocular, turned and unzipped his
pants. It took a moment for him to grow soft enough to piss.
Once he did, the memory of her golden, glorious body made him
hard almost immediately. He turned back to the car, reluctant to
put his cock back into his pants. The metal was cold against his
cock, as he leaned against the cruiser and picked up the
monocular once more. He was just in time. Sadie was sitting on
the edge of the hottub, drying the upper half of her body, while
letting her feet kick in the warm water.
“It must be too hot,” he said in happy
amazement. What fucking luck. He ogled her breasts as she went
about her business. First she dried her hair, then she reached
behind her and took a brush off a table. She sat brushing out
her hair, looking toward the lights of Bakersfield.

Tim found himself trying to fuck the side
of his police cruiser. He looked down to see his cock rubbing
against the top of the crest. He was fucking the G in highway.
Holding the monocular in his left hand, he began stroking his
cock with the right. That was much better, he thought as he
watched his captain’s wife. Her legs were closed and facing him,
but at an angle. He wished that she would open them so he could
see her blonde triangle of hair, and those sweet pussy lips. Of
course she was being more than cooperative as it was. Then, as
if by magic, she lifted her left leg and inspected her foot.
THERE IT WAS, GOLD! He had a clear,
unobstructed view of her sweet pussy. Stroking is cock madly, he
thanked his lucky stars. It took only a moment for his cock to
warm, pulse, then explode. He turned away from the car and bent
forward. His cock shot thick cum into the bushes and garbage
beside his cruiser. He had added his own seed to that of a
hundred previous visitors, he thought as he opened the door,
reaching for the kleenex box. He realized his mistake
immediately, as the dome light of the car, designed to be bright
to help do paperwork inside, lit the lower half of his body, and
the surrounding bushes. He gasped in horror and slammed the
door. A quick check in the monocular, showed that Sadie was
rushing back into her apartment.
“You stupid fuck,” he growled at himself.
“You fucking moron,” he said, pulling the kleenex through the
window. He wiped the end of his cock, then tossed the kleenex
back inside. He was only a hundred yards from the apartments.
She had certainly seen his penis, if not his face. He was
dead.
Tim zipped his pants, tossed the
monocular into the cruiser and sat, slamming the door behind him.

His pants were all sticky, with lubricant
and cum. He was a mess. He was tempted to go home immediately
for a change of clothes, but leaving his post was grounds for
dismissal. He needed this job.
“You stupid fuck,” he said, pounding the
steering wheel. He gasped and grabbed the cup of coffee before
it could spill in his lap. A look of amazement crossed his face.
He tipped the cup of cold coffee into his lap, then grabbed a
handful of kleenex to wipe it off. A coffee spill could be
explained, cum couldn’t. His pants were a mess now, wet,
smelling of coffee and littered with kleenex fuzz, but he felt
better about it. Now the cruiser smelled of coffee, which made
him crave it. He refilled his cup and took a sip, then turned to
look toward Sadie’s apartment.
Tim brought the monocular back up to his
eye. He scanned the apartment complex first, legitimately
looking for the prowler, then focused in on the Raleigh
apartment. Sadie stood by the front window, very close to the
lamp, with her back to Tim while she faced and spoke to a busty
blonde woman in her early 30’s. She was a real babe. As he
watched, Sadie stepped up to the busty blonde and took her in her
arms. Tim’s eyes bugged out as the women met in a warm embrace,
then kissed passionately. The monocular was so powerful that Tim
could actually count the hairs on the back of Sadie’s head. It
made him feel as if he was in the room with the girls. Once
again, his cock sprang to attention.
Gasping for breath, Tim dropped the
monocular into his lap and reached up to pull the plastic cover
off the dome light. He pulled the bulb out and laid it on the
passenger’s seat. Tim opened the door and climbed out, bringing
the monocular with him. He rested his elbows on top of the car
and watched, as the women withered and twisted in each other’s
arms. Slowly, they backed toward the couch, below the big metal
clock, and literally fell into it, with Sadie falling on top of
the babe. She didn’t seem to mind, she held onto Sadie and
swapped spit like there was no tomorrow. Each woman was
withering like crazy. Suddenly, Sadie stood and began disrobing.
The other woman did the same, still sitting on the couch.
Tim was gasping for breath, grinding his
cock into the side of the car, while trying not to miss one
little movement that the beautiful women made.

“Oh fucking beautiful,” he gasped.
Suddenly he wanted to feel his cock in his hand. He dropped his
right hand and unzipped his pants, while maintaining a hold on
the monocular with his left. After a brief struggle, he had his
cock out and began stroking it slowly. To his horrified
amazement, the busty blonde opened her legs, resting one on the
cushions of the couch, and the other on the arm, and beckoned
Sadie forward. Sadie needed no urging. She slid forward and
engulfed the sweet blonde pussy with an eager, open mouth. The
woman’s face showed complete rapture.
Tim swore under his breath and pumped his
cock in his hand. A strange noise brought him back to reality.
He blinked and looked at the monocular, then realized that it was
being illuminated by a pair of headlights. He was horrified to
see a car pulling up behind his own. He spun away from the
approaching car so his cock was hidden by his body. He couldn’t
reach down and slip it back into his pants, or the person in the
car would see. He waited in fear, hoping they would go away.
They didn’t. The headlights went off just as the door opened and
a man stepped out. His footsteps approached. Tim was now
convinced that it was somebody from the force, and he was about
to be caught and humiliated. It was his worst nightmare, coming
true right before his eyes.
“Hi, are you waiting for somebody?” a
friendly voice asked.
“Y… yeah,” he said in surprise.
“Well I didn’t expect this,” he said in a
nasal voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Huh?” Tim asked in confusion.
“My God, you really are waiting, aren’t
you?” the man said, falling to his knees beside Tim. Before Tim
could stop him, he spun Tim’s hips around and took his huge,
throbbing cock into his mouth. Tim was horrified, amazed, then
pleased. This was fucking fantastic, he thought as he watched
the man’s mouth bobbing on his cock. The feeling of the hot
mouth on his hard meat was incredible.
“My God,” Tim whispered, feeling his
knees buckling. He leaned sideways, against the cruiser. He
brought the monocular up to his eye and found Sadie and her
friend. Her friend was now sitting on the arm of the couch,
while Sadie lapped like hell in her sweet pussy. Tim gasped and
swallowed convulsively. Between the wonderful show, and the
fantastic, if surprising, blowjob, it was one incredible night.
He couldn’t have planned it any better.
“Shit,” he gasped. The heat was building
in his balls. They were churning with a liquid heat, building to
a magnificent climax. Suddenly his balls convulsed and hot cum
began spurting from his rigid penis. Humming happily, the man
simply milked his cock with a hand, while sucking and drinking
madly. His orgasm went on for a full minute, before he finally
relaxed, shaking on weak knees and overworked legs.

The strange man simply sucked hard and
continued to milk his cock, until it began to wilt in his mouth.
The man sucked and pulled his lips off the end several times.
Tim withered as the lips pulled over the head of his sensitive
cock. The man smacked his lips, while fumbling with Tim’s
trowsers. Before he knew what was happening, his pants and
underwear were yanked down to his ankles.
“Hey, what the fuck?” he asked
helplessly. He couldn’t move, his pants would trip him up if he
did. He felt his fear rising as the man stepped in behind him.
He was about to spin around and confront the man, when he felt a
hand filled with cold cream touch the crack of his ass. He
gasped and bent forward in automatic response at the sudden
discomfort. A finger poked into his ass, then slid in and out
lubricating it. The other hand went to Tim’s semi-soft cock,
stopping the objections which sprang to his lips. He was ready
for a second orgasm already. That sexy Raleigh bitch really had
him turned on, and the strange gay dude was giving him just what
he wanted.
“Oh shit,” he whispered. Things were
completely out of control. He had gone from voyeur to victim in
the space of a few, unbelievable minutes. He anticipated the
first touch of the head of the man’s cock in his ass, and gasped
in appreciation when it came. He hunched over, clutching at the
top of his car, as the cock slid slowly, unstoppably up into his
hot ass. He felt the man’s hips come up hard against his ass.
His ass was very full and very hot. The hand milking his cock
felt wonderful, but he wished for a pussy to fuck. Especially
Mrs. Raleigh’s pussy. He focused his attention on the monocular,
and found that Sadie was now sitting on the couch with her legs
wide spread, being eaten by the busty babe. He moaned in
desire.
“What are you looking at,” the man
gasped, practically in his ear. He puffed loudly with each
thrust of his hard cock up Tim’s ass.
“Two lesbians really going at it,” Tim
said.
“Sadie?”
“My God, you know her?” Tim gasped.
“Of course I do, silly. She lives next
to my apartment. Who’s she with?” he grunted.
“I don’t know,” Tim said, handing the
monocular to the man over his shoulder. He paused for a moment
with his cock fully inserted into Tim’s ass. He grunted slightly
as he looked through the monocular.

“Wendy in 2T,” he said in an amused
voice. “Wendy gives me more business than anyone on the face of
this earth,” he laughed, resuming his pistoning stokes.
“How?” Tim grunted.
“Wendy is a lesbian, but she has a body
to kill for. The guys get all turned on by that tease, and I
take care of them. You can always count on The Sandman.”
“Who?”
“Me, The Sandman. Everybody knows me,
this is my hill. Do you mean to tell me that I’m fucking a cop
in the ass, and you weren’t here waiting for me?” he asked
incredulously.
“I’ve never heard of you,” Tim grunted.
He was about to have another orgasm. He glued his eye to the
scope and watched Wendy give Sadie a good eating.
“My God, how strange,” the man
giggled.
“I’m glad you came by,” Tim reluctantly
admitted.
“Yes, I can tell.” The Sandman said,
holding Tim’s hips with both hands and intensifying his attack.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Oh… oh fuck,”
he said again, then stiffened. His hot cum began spurting up
Tim’s willing ass. He could feel the heat building where the cum
collected. It felt wonderful. The Sandman jerked and gasped
behind him, until finally falling silent. He relaxed against
Tim’s back. Tim reached down and grabbed his own cock, while
maintaining his view of Sadie and Wendy in the monocular. Wendy
had each of Sadie’s feet in her hands and was holding them up in
the air, while she ate out her ass. Tim began stroking madly,
then felt his hand slapped away.
“That’s my job, lawman, hands off,” The
Sandman said with a giggle. He grabbed Tim’s box of kleenex and
wiped them both clean, then tossed the kleenex into the bushes,
adding to the already cluttered scenery.
Tim held the monocular in both hands,
ogling the view in the apartment, while The Sandman pushed his
way around in front of Tim’s naked body. The Sandman sat on the
doorsill and took Tim’s cock into his hands. He moved his mouth
forward and engulfed Tim’s rigid cock.
Tim let out a squealing sigh of pent-up
emotions. He almost came in The Sandman’s mouth at first
contact, but he clenched his balls to postpone it for as long as
possible.
The Sandman began deepthroating Tim’s
cock, clear up to his pubic hair. Tim reached down with his left
hand and held The Sandman’s head, with his cock fully inserted.
The Sandman sucked diligently, letting is throat muscles milk
Tim’s cock, while his mouth remained unmoving around the
base.
“Oh,” Tim moaned. He wanted to fill The
Sandman’s mouth with spunk so bad, but he also wanted a colossal
orgasm. Torn between the two emotions, he helplessly watched
Wendy shake her head while biting Sadie’s pussy. She pulled at
Sadie’s pussy lips and let them snap back. Sadie withered,
clutching at Wendy’s head, pulling her into her wet sex.
Tim switched views, focusing in on
Wendy’s sweet, blonde pussy. She was a natural blonde, Tim
noticed, and her pussy was very wet, glistening in the
lamplight.
Tim felt the first warnings of an
impending orgasm. He switched views to Wendy’s beautiful face in
Sadie’s sweet pussy. With his eyes glued to the heavenly view,
he felt the heat building in his balls to an intolerable level.
He shivered and gasped, taking in several shuddering breaths,
before moaning ever louder. His voice rose to an embarrassing
squeal of excitement, as his cock began pumping thick cream into
The Sandman’s waiting mouth. The Sandman drank eagerly, while
Tim shuddered and gasped, clutching the roof of his car in
desperation. Swearing under his breath, he looked down and
watched The Sandman enthusiastically drinking his offering. His
hand stoked Tim’s balls, milking them for more cum. His lips
were open wide to accommodate Tim’s large cock, his cheeks were
indented as he sucked strongly, milking Tim’s long member for
sweet cream. All too quickly, it was over.

Tim wilted against the top of his car.
He stood shuddering and gasping, while the strength returned to
his body.
The Sandman sucked the head of his cock
twice more, milking it of the last drops of cum which collected
on the head, then he reluctantly raised Tim’s pants and
underwear, carefully sliding them back into place.
“That was wonderful,” The Sandman said
softly. “I hope you don’t regret it.”
“I don’t,” Tim admitted. “But I’m not
gay.”
“You don’t have to be gay, to enjoy a
good dick sucking. That’s what keeps me in business.”
“Who are you,” Tim gasped.
“I am Rich, but they call me The Sandman,
because I can put anybody to sleep, I suppose. Or maybe it’s
because I patrol this sand hill each night, looking for pleasure.
You really didn’t know about me.”
“Hell no, but maybe my buddies did,” Tim
said, thinking quickly. Maybe the whole thing was a setup. No,
Sadie wouldn’t go for something like that, she was strictly
upper-class.
“You like Sadie?” The Sandman said, as if
reading his thoughts.

“Hell yes, but I’m supposed to be here
looking for a prowler.”
“I can help with that. I’ve seen him.
He’s the manager, apartment 1-A. I’ve caught him at it and
confronted him. He’s promised not to do it again.”
“Well he lied. The apartments are being
hit almost once a week.”
“Stick around for a night or two, but
move to where you can see his apartment. He uses his pass key,
takes what he wants, them jimmies a window on the way out to make
it look like an outsider.”
“Thanks,” Tim said in appreciation.
“No problem. I can introduce you to
Sadie, if you like. We are kindred spirits.”
“I know her, she is my captain’s
wife.”
“Oh yeah, Captain Raleigh the Chippie. I
know him.”
“I need to go,” Tim said
uncomfortably.

“I know. It’s always the same,” The
Sandman said as he made his way toward his own car. “Always the
bridesmaid…” he howled as the door closed behind him.
Tim laughed and climbed into his own
car.
“This is Seven Delta Six, I will be 10-10
at my home 20″ he spoke into the microphone.
“10-4, Seven Delta Six,” the dispatcher
said briskly.
Tim turned his cruiser around and headed
for home. It was nearly 11:00 pm, nobody would see him enter his
own apartment, with his uniform in such horrible condition.
Thank God, Tim thought as he reached the main road and turned
south.

Tim made a slight change to his previous
orders. He decided to ask Sadie if he could stake out the
manager’s office from her apartment. He tactfully decided not to
let the captain in on this little secret. Tim stood waiting
uncomfortably at the front door, until Sadie opened it, standing
in the lighted doorway in a transparent flowing lace gown, and
matching white bra and panties, clearly visible underneath. She
was breathtaking.
“Hi, Mrs. Ral…”
“Tim, come in,” she said happily. “The
captain told me you’d be in the area,” she said, looking out her
back window toward the hill.”

“He told you?” Tim gasped.
“Why yes, he told me yesterday,” she said
with a sly grin. “He told me to watch what I take off, and where
I do it. I did watch, didn’t I?” she laughed. “Is that the
night vision goggles he spoke of?”
“My God,” Tim gasped, thinking of all the
implications. She knew he had been out on the hill, and she knew
about the monocular.
“Yes,” he said, swallowing convulsively.
The show she put on had been for his benefit, Tim thought wildly.
What a sexy little bitch! He didn’t get her anything.
“Richard, my next door neighbor, told me.
He also told me about your interest in me. I’m flattered. I’m
almost old enough to be your mother,” she giggled.
“Never,” Tim gasped, looking over her
slender, perfect body. She giggled again and looked down at her
own body. She shook her head as if he’d been a naughty boy. She
opened the fridge and handed him a beer. He drank half of it
before he remembered that he wasn’t supposed too. As Sadie when
back to the refrigerator and stood before the bright light from
the interior, she wiggled her ass slightly, while choosing a
flavor of yogurt. Tim was sweating now. His cock was as hard as
a rock.
“Oh, did you want some?” she asked, first
looking at the yogurt, then her own body.
“Oh yeah,” he said in hunger.
“What flavor?”

“Blonde,” he said, finishing off his
bottle of beer. She giggled lightly and strode up to him. Her
chiffon material flowed around her like wings. Suddenly, he was
confronted by the object of his desires. There she stood, with
her legs spread, her panties showing through the thin material,
only inches before his knees.
Tim slammed the bottle down on the table
and slid out of the chair. He sat on the floor, facing her
delectable pussy. She took one step forward, forcing him back
against the chair, and pressing her pussy against his face. He
fought his way beneath the flimsy material and pressed his face
against her crotch. He inhaled with a moan of desire.
“You like the little show I put on for
you?” she whispered, now eating her yogurt in seeming
unconcern.
“Oh yeah,” he growled. He grabbed her
white panties and pulled them down. She had to lift one foot so
he could pull them off. He mashed them into his hand and pressed
them against his nose. Only afterwards did he look up at her
delicious pussy.
“Yogurt is good for a pussy,” Sadie
whispered. She opened her legs more and filled her pussy lips
with a spoonful of yogurt. Tim watched it beginning to drip. He
threw his mouth forward, opened it wide, and engulfed her tiny,
almost lipless pussy. He was surprised that it fit entirely into
his mouth. He liked that. He also liked the strawberry flavored
yogurt, which he sucked from her delicious pussy.
“More?” Sadie asked brightly.
He nodded wordlessly. She parted the
material of her gown and opened the lips of her pussy. She
mashed the heaping spoonful of yogurt into her womanhood before
it could slide off the spoon. Tim leaped forward and pressed his
mouth against her pussy. He used his tongue to slide the yogurt
around in her slit, before cleaning it back out again with
sucking lips and a busy tongue.
This time Sadie reacted. She hunched
slightly forward and moaned, as his tongue probed her cunt.
Tim’s face was tipped back to reach her pussy. She lifted one
foot and put it on the chair, behind his head. Suddenly her
entire pussy was open for him. He hummed happily, while licking
and sucking the thin-lipped pussy before him. It was a very sexy
pussy, with just a small tuft of hair high above it, and
completely hairless everywhere else. It was clean, beautiful,
and delicious. Tim couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t
believe he was actually eating one of he most beautiful pussies
in the world, and that pussy belonged to his boss.
Not only was she a natural blonde, but
she was skinny with a perfect body, and had the creamy complexion
of a 15 year old. Tim rubbed his hands up and down her legs,
while feasting on her moist slit. He moaned, licked and sucked,
while breathing harshly through a nose filled with sweet pussy
juice and yogurt.

Sadie was the hottest woman he’d ever
known. She began moaning intensely. Holding his face tightly
into her pussy, she rode it gently while moaning ever-louder.
Sadie screamed lightly and stiffened, then hunched her spasming
cunt against his eager mouth. She came time after time, while he
eagerly sucked her pussy beneath her. She sighed and rubbed her
breasts, then reluctantly backed away and dropped her foot to the
floor. Tim briefly followed the retreating pussy with his mouth,
then let it escape.
“Wonderful,” Sadie gasped. “Not as good
as a woman could do, but wonderful all the same.”
Tim moaned and pushed his cock down into
his pants with the heel of his hand. He was so horny, he could
die.
“I imagine the same applies to Richard,”
she said with a sly smile.
“Don’t tease,” he complained.
“I’m not. Follow me into the living
room,” she whispered. Tim followed her to the same couch, and
the same area where Sadie had been eaten by Wendy, just 15 hours
before. He looked at the spot in wonder, while Sadie sat on the
couch, pulled him close and undid his trousers.
Tim watched, shaking and gasping for
breath. She seemed calm, but her trembling hands betrayed her
anxiousness. She too was excited, probably because of the
danger, the excitement of fucking one of her husbands men, right
in his own living room.
“I want to sink that shaft into your
sweet pussy,” he moaned. “I watched you yesterday and fantasized
about it, while Richard was sucking my dick.”
“Did you?” she asked in sudden interest.
“I was thinking about you out in the dark, while she ate my
pussy. It was quite a turn-on.”

Sadie slid his pants down. He stepped
out of them as her hands went to his cock. She inspected it in
great interest, then tentatively put her lips over the head. She
sucked lightly, causing a great deal of pain and pleasure, in his
passion-filled loins. He wanted to cum, right now in her mouth,
but he also wanted to feel his cock penetrating her hot pussy.
He wanted to feel her clutching pussy, clear up to the roots of
his penis.
She bobbed on his cock with more
assurance. As ridiculous as it seemed, Tim suspected that she
had never sucked a dick before. The signs were there, her
uncertainty, her tentative movements and experimentation. But
how could that be? She was married and she was a goddess.
“Uhm,” she said as Tim’s cock filled her
happy mouth. She looked up at him with her startling blue eyes
and he almost came on the spot. He moaned and pushed her away.
He saw the look of disappointment.
“I want to fuck you, fuck you hard,” he
hissed, holding her mouth away from his cock. She stopped trying
to recapture it, and sat back on the couch.
“You never did that before, did you?” he
asked.
“No. It was wonderful, just like I knew
it would be, the softness and the man smell. It’s
wonderful.”
“But how? You’re married!” Tim
gasped.
“We moved here so Cliff… my husband,
could be close to Richard.”
Tim thought about this for a moment, then
his eyes opened in sudden understanding.

“I’m not exactly straight myself,” she
whispered, but everybody is so afraid of my husband, I couldn’t
get laid if I had a millon dollar bill tied around my neck,” she
said in frustration. “I wanted to get fucked so badly, but I’ve
been doing the lesbian thing, until tonight.”
“You will now,” Tim said, advancing on
her. She smiled and rolled over until she rested on her knees.
She let the upper half of her body relax on the couch, then
turned to watch him approach. He bent to lick her pussy and ass,
for a moment, then crawled up behind her. He cried out in
excitement as his hard cock entered the buttery soft lips of her
pussy, stretched them wide, then thrust it’s way up inside her
steaming hot quivering womanhood. She sighed and closed her
eyes, laying her face against the material of the cushion and
biting her lips.
Tim pushed the flowing material out of
the way and began pistoning away at her upturned pussy. She was
hot, sexy, and beautiful. She was all any man… or woman, could
want.
Tim held her small, boyish ass cheeks in
his hands and rubbed them while fucking like crazy. His balls
were hot and churning. Her pussy was even hotter and dripping
with fluid. He slid easily in and out of her pussy. His hand
explored her ass, back and ribs, while his cock maintained it’s
plunging attack on her ass.
She gasped and withered beneath him. She
thrust her pussy back to meet him, in time with his own thrusts.
He bent until he could reach her small hanging breasts. Even
with her ass under such a brutal attack, her breasts were so firm
that they barely moved. Once again he realized that she was
perfect.
“Oh fuck me, Tim, fuck me good,” she
moaned beneath him. He realized that she had remembered his
name. That was very flattering. Of course what she was giving
him now was far more flattering than recognition. Her sweet
pussy was very juicy. His entire pelvis and balls was coated
with her slick juice.
“Oh yes,” she whined, screwing up her
face in passion until it was nearly unrecognizable. He slapped
the flesh of his hips, against the compact cheeks of her ass.
His cock was hot now, very hot. He could
feel the head glowing, deep inside her. His balls were filling
with a liquid fire that warned of an impending orgasm. Her own
moans told him that she was even closer. Even as he noticed this
she stiffened then screamed, bucking against his hips, and stiff
meat inside her. She rotated her ass against his cock, skewering
her pussy on the long fleshy rod and adding to the intensity of
her orgasm. In a moment she collapsed onto the couch, gasping
for breath.
“I’m going to cum,” Tim murmured, pumping
away even faster. She suddenly bounced up off the couch, turned
and pushed him away. Tim nearly screamed in horror, but she did
not plan on leaving him hanging. She wanted to suck him to an
orgasm. She pushed him back on the floor and straddled his legs.
Dropping the upper half of her body, she leaned forward, grabbed
his cock and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked for only a
moment, before the explosion of cum filled it. She sucked
eagerly, looking up at his passion-twisted face. She smiled
happily as she sucked and drank, milking his cock for the
precious fluids within. He withered helplessly while her mouth
robbed him of his seed. It grunting and twitching he shot cum
into her mouth, then he jerked impotently and stopped, to the
disappointment of them both. She started to suck and bob on his
cock again, but he squealed and pushed her away from his
sensitive member.

“Stop,” he begged with his hand on her
forehead. She gave him an evil smile, licked the head of his
cock, then stood and allowed him off the floor.
“That was as good as I expected it to
be,” she said, licking a smear of cum from her hand.
“My God, you are so perfect,” he said
with a forlorned expression on his face.
“That’s not exactly what I expected you
to say, but it’s close enough. A simple “you are the sexiest
thing I’ve ever seen,” or “you taste delicious as a container for
strawberry yogurt,” would suffice too.”
“Oh, they all apply,” Tim quickly
agreed.
“You are so sweet,” she said
enthusiastically.
“So are you. I had better get to work,
or I’ll never catch that guy,” Tim said reluctantly.
“Clean up in the bathroom. I will be out
in the hot tub. Yell if you need anything,” she said, leering as
she passed. “Or just come on out and slide into something,” she
said, wiggling her ass on the way through the sliding glass
doors. Tim moaned and covered his face. How could he be so
stupid! He had just fucked the captain’s wife, and he was still
in the house, while she was on the back porch naked. Few men
fucked a cop’s wife, because cops carried guns. Even other cops
weren’t stupid enough to do that, except for him.
“Buddy, you had better show up so I can
get the fuck out of here,” he mumbled as he washed his cock and
pulled on his
pants. Tim only
waited for four hours before the masked prowler came out of the
manager’s office and slid around to the back of the building.
Tim stood watching the doors of the apartments, so he immediately
saw the manager approach apartment number 1G and enter
stealthily. Tim gave a silent cry of triumph, as he laid the
night vision monocular onto the table and started for the door.
Sadie appeared at that moment in the arch between the kitchen and
the living room. She paused, rubbing her eyes in the bright
light. Her perfect tits filled out the transparent material,
creating an insatiable desire in Tim the moment he saw them. Her
sweet pussy showed with each step she took. Her long tanned
legs, took turns sliding through the opening in her lace
gown.

Tim came to a screeching halt with his
hand on the door knob. His first impulse was to slam through the
door and arrest the perpetrator. But his brain told him he would
be stupid to mess up such a golden opportunity. As he licked his
lips and surveyed Sadie’s nearly naked body, he slowly released
the knob and stood with his hands at his sides. Other men merely
fantasized about having a woman like Sadie. He was living
it.
“Were you going somewhere?” Sadie asked
in obvious disappointment.
“I… no, nowhere at all.” Tim said,
falling back into the kitchen chair to watch the delicious naked
blonde prance through the kitchen. “I have a feeling it will be
a long, long time before I catch this guy,” he said with a
smile.
Sadie came over to him and straddled his
legs. She sat on his lap and pulled him into a passionate
kiss.
“Good,” she sighed, resting her forehead
on his shoulder.

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2008-Mar-31 - The Sex Machine

My eyes sprang open, I groaned and looked
at the clock. It
was three in the morning and there was Larry standing next to
our
bed. I was annoyed, we had not been having a very good

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relationship lately, and like all wives I suspected another
woman. Larry liked money and believed he had married it when
he
married me. He was wrong, he should have married my father.
My
father hated his guts and cut me off. My marriage went
downhill
after that day. Like I said, Larry liked money.
Now he looked so anxious that it was
almost comical, the way
he pinched his legs together like he needed to take a piss.
Larry wanted me to see his latest invention and would not take
no
for an answer. Larry had his moments, I had to admit. As it

turned out this was a turning point, this day was the
beginning
and the end, as you will see in a minute.
Larry was basically a lazy asshole, but
he was also a
mechanical genius in his own way. He could find more ways to
fix
things, or more ways to use things, than anybody I ever knew.

Larry could take an ordinary electrical sander and use it to
mix
paint, scramble an egg while it was still in the shell,
separate
oil from water, and give me a good orgasm. Unfortunately,
Larry
could not use an electric sander to sand. This led to a lot
of

disappointment and unemployment. It also led to me trying to
figure out how to feed us, with no money. Who am I? I’m
Colleen, his wife.
The grocery problem is why there is a
story to tell. Larry
came up with a new invention, and as usual he wanted to test
it
on me first. He dreamed of selling his invention for millions.

He dreamed that way a lot, but he is about 999,999,99 dollars
short.
Don’t mind me, I’m pissed because half
the things that make

life worth living, are gone, or so it seems. I haven’t seen
my
vibrator or hair dryer in over a week. Ok, on with the
story.

“Colleen, you’ve got to try this,” Larry
insisted, full of
enthusiasm and disregarding the fact that the clock said 3:00
o’clock in the morning.
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” I
complained and rolled back
over. I rolled over so he was facing my back. I knew he
wouldn’t go away, he never did. I was hoping my firm, softly

scented ass would distract him. He always liked the little
blue
teddy I was wearing. I would have woken up for sex, hell
what
women wouldn’t? It worked somewhat, he sat on the bed beside
me
and ran his hand over my bare leg, then massaged my firm ass
for
a moment.
“Colleen, please,” he pleaded. I had
almost fallen asleep
again, his pleading voice annoyed the shit out of me.
“What, Larry, what is so fucking
important that I have to get
up at 3 in the morning to see it?” I yelled, mad enough to
start

hitting him with any heavy, handy object I could lay my hands
on.
“I… I can’t tell you, you have to
experience it for
yourself. I promise it’s the most fantastic thing you have
ever
seen.
“Shit, it better be or you’ll be talking
to my lawyer. I’ve
had enough of this early morning shit to last a lifetime.”
“I do my best work at night,” he
whined.
“And we starve because of it,” I growled
as I threw on my
bath robe.

“Come on,” he pulled my hand and I was
jerked along behind
him. In a moment I was startled by the cold of outside,
sneaking
up under my knee length bathrobe.
“What the hell, Larry?”
“It’s in the garage.”
“You could have warned me. I could have
dressed warmer.”
“It doesn’t matter, everything has to
come off anyway,” he
said, still tugging on my hand. Before I could object I
found
myself in the garage. The car had long since refused to fit
in

the crowded garage, but there had been an open area in the
middle
of all the junk, where more junk could be put. Now even that
was
full. The garage was packed with stuff from wall to wall.
The
center of the floor was now filled with a metal corrugated
coffin, of some sort.
“Oh, you’ve invented a coffin,” I said
sarcastically.
“Huh? No, it’s something better, you’ll
see,” Larry said as
he tried to strip me. He flipped a switch on the side of the
coffin. I heard a familiar sound and shook off his hands as
he

tried to strip me. I followed the source of the sound until
I
found my hair dryer mounted on the bottom of the coffin.
There
were also several motors, tubes, wires, and a sander under
there.
“Larry, you fucking asshole. You know
I’ve been looking for
that hair dryer for over a week. Why didn’t you tell me you
had
it?”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said
lamely as he undid the
tie on my teddy and pulled it open. My firm ample breasts
felt
the cooler air and the nipples hardened immediately. Larry

either didn’t see, or didn’t care. In a moment I stood
totally
naked and completely furious. I was making divorce plans in
my
head as I stood there naked and shivering in our garage.
Larry yanked open the coffin… ok it was
probably a missile
storage box, he picked up stuff like that at the government
auctions, but it looked like a coffin. Anyway, Larry yanked
open
the lid of the coffin and I found the top and bottom lined
with
the heavy rubber used to line ponds. The outline inside was
the
shape of a human body, it was a woman’s body, but I had not
been

the model. I reminded myself to ask him who the model had
been,
once I got over the shock of the moment.
I moved closer to the coffin, curious
despite myself. I
almost jerked away and ran, but I was intrigued by what I saw
inside. It looked like I had found my butt plug vibrator.
The
top of the lid had a hole where my pussy would be. I found
the
tip of my vibrator inside the dark hole.
Larry pulled out the huge bottle of
cooking oil I had been
searching for and with a large paintbrush he began painting
the

interior of the coffin. Every womanly curve of the interior
was
soon oily, especially the butt plug and dildo. Larry went
around
to the lid, unsnapped an area near the head, and pulled the
rubber head off the woman’s image. IF I got inside, my face
would be out in the open now. Without asking, Larry tried to
push me into the coffin. I reluctantly neared it and climbed
the
stool.
“When you get inside, slide your ass over
the butt plug,” he
said enthusiastically. I noticed that he had a raging hard-on.

If I had a prick I would have had a raging hard-on too.
With a great deal of work I got inside of
the slippery rubber
image without killing myself. I slowly eased my ass down
over
the butt plug and sighed in satisfaction when it slid up
inside
me. The hair dryer had warmed the rubber and the butt plug.
I
suddenly realized what the hair dryer was for, but I still
didn’t
forgive him for taking it.
“Now I’ll close the lid,” Larry said as
he lowered the lid

over my body. The upper impression had slightly larger
breasts
than I did. I started reviewing possible candidates in my head.

My eyes bugged out when I felt something trying to push it’s
way
inside my pussy.
“Relax,” Larry said belatedly. “It will
slide up inside you.
Tell me when it’s in far enough and I’ll stop,” he said. I
looked down and saw his hands on a small lever near my right arm.

If he had cut a slot in the side I could have operated it myself.

It was the lever off the lazy boy chair, something else that
had

been missing for a while.
“I had to admit, Larry had a fantastic
invention. The oily
rubber lining felt wonderful on my body. The butt plug and
dildo
would feel wonderful too, then he turned them on.
“Ready?” he asked with a smile.
“Sure, let her rip,” I said in a bored
voice the belayed my
excitement.
“Ok, I’ll start it on the lowest
setting,” he said
enthusiastically. I waited a minute and all hell broke lose.

The butt plug and dildo came to life, as I had expected, but
much
more was happening too. I was feeling vibrations in all the
sensitive areas of my body, especially on my neck, near my
ribs,
on my ass, and in the pelvic region. But that was just four
of
many. My nipples were being stimulated by both vibration and
something that seemed to be going back and forth, strumming
my
nipples like a finger waving back and forth. It was
incredible!
“Faster?” Larry asked mischievously,

“Oh yeah,” I said in a dreamy voice.
He looked a little surprised, but he
kicked it up a notch. I
melted inside his invention as I felt even more areas being
stimulated by vibrations. The dildo vibrated inside my wet
pussy, trying to match it’s rhythm with that being produced
by
the butt plug and other vibrations around my body. They made
a
humming tune as they aroused a hundred sleeping areas of my
body,
places that had never been stimulated before. As far as I
knew
Larry only knew of two sensitive areas on a woman’s body,
other

than the tits and pussy, those were the neck and the crease in
my
thigh. But the less obvious areas were being stimulate too,
like
the lower sides of my body, the inner thighs, and the area
under
my tits that loved to be licked and kissed. It seemed like
every
erotic point on my body was being stimulated, and Larry was
too
stupid to know where they were. He’d had lots of help setting
up
that machine, and not just on the impression inside the
machine.
It could have been seconds, or hours, but
I began feeling an
incredible warmth in my ass and pussy. As the warmth built
my

eyes opened in horror, wondering if Larry was smart enough to
turn off the machine when my body grew sensitive. Too late,
my
orgasm struck. I opened my mouth wide in a silent scream and
tried to hump my pussy against the vibrator. But the butt
plug
and confinement inside the coffin stopped me. I wanted to
mash
my tits in my hands, but I couldn’t reach them. Over and over
I
let out screaming gasps, afraid the neighbors would hear if I
didn’t control myself.
“Turn… turn it off!” I gasped. Larry
reached down and

turned a dial, slowly lowering it to zero. I lay gasping for
breath, not believing what I had just felt. When he pushed
the
lever and the dildo slid out of me, I pushed up the lid and
sat
up, with Larry’s hand behind my back for support. With an
effort, I climbed out and almost fell on my face when the oil
on
my feet slid on the cement floor. Larry grabbed me and held
me
up. I looked at the satisfied smile on his face and for some
reason I hated him. Maybe it was the fact that he could
manipulate me like that, or maybe it was knowing that he had
been

out in the garage with some NAKED woman, working on this
project
while I bagged groceries so we could survive.
“You need to make the controls so I can
reach them from
inside,” I said breathlessly.
“I’m already working on that, it’s a
simple change,” he said
with an assurance that he had not shown for years.
“So how did you like it?” he asked
needlessly.
“Oh, it’s ok,” I said blandly.
With a disappointed look, Larry locked in
the rest of the lid

and started the automatic wash cycle in the coffin. I smiled
when my back was turned and began making plans for my next
sexual
adventure in the machine. I also walked out of the garage making

future plans in my head.

You may wonder why this fantastic machine
is not on the
market, after all it’s been over a year since Larry invented it.

There’s not much doubt that every woman would like one.
Well,
that’s my fault. You see it will never come out on the market,
I

was given the device in my divorce decree.
Instead of going to work the next morning
I went down to the
local coffee shop and had coffee, then I circled around and
parked a block from home. When I arrived at the garage what
to
my wondering eyes should appear? Peggy, the next door
neighbor
bitch dressed in a bathrobe. Larry greeted her eagerly with
a
kiss and hurried her inside. My last thought, before I
turned
around and called my lawyer, was that Peggy’s tits didn’t
look
much bigger than mine, but her ass certainly did.

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2008-Mar-31 - Aphrodite Notte - Fingering Her Tight Pussy

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Well boys, I'm about to go on another short little working vacation. But before I could leave, I had to orgasm one last time. I didn't know how long it would be before I got another chance to masturbate. I had just enough time before the taxi got to my house to masturbate. I did a sexy little strip tease for the camera, than got right down to business. I rubbed my tight pussy until I started to get very damp. Then I started to fuck my pussy with my fingers. I used just two fingers at first, but before long I was using three fingers to get myself off. It wasn't long before I was cuming. I finished right before the taxi got there and had to hurry to put my clothes on. He even commented that I looked rather glowing and happy. He thought I must be going some place really nice, which I was but that isn't the reason I was feeling so good.

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When this cute barely legal guy takes a shower he did not think he would have to lock the door. But when his roommate walks in and starts playing his cock... he gets to have his first encounter with another guy and this is HOT!

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Anal Princess

Cherry loves black dudes. Their cocks are so fat and firm her wide pussy feels like a tiny ass hole. Now that's an idea. Why not take this guy's cock in her tight ass hole. Wouldn't that feel extra nice?

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2008-Mar-31 - Movie Gallery From Amateur Coeds

Filthy Frank is out and about again and this time he’s got a hot little bitch that really wants to be a pornstar. There’s nothing this bitch won’t do to get a start in the industry and so Frank’s boys are really going to fuck the shit out of her. By the time they’ve finished with her she’ll just be another whore they’ve fucked and facialed.

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2008-Mar-31 - Pizza Delivery

Mike’s day was brutal. He reflected the ups and downs of his
day, as he analyzed the content of his refrigerator. Being the Senior Financial
Analyst for a major aerospace company in Southern California was trying, at best.
His wife decided to take the kids to her mother’s this weekend, so the house was
his. He loved his wife and kids very much, but sometimes, all the responsibility
just got to him. Afterall, he was only 33. At 33 life shouldn’t be so
predictable. All he had to look forward to was going to work and coming home.
The cycle repeated its self day after boring day. On one level he enjoyed the steady
unchanging lifestyle. He liked that it was predictable, and without change.
On another lever he craved excitement like a starving man. He wanted to experience
something new.

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After examining the contents of the refrigerator for 10 minutes, Mike
decided to order a Pizza. His wife wouldn’t like it, if she found out. She had
created several color coordinated meals for him. Blue is for tonight, which
consisted of Pot Roast and Potatoes. Yellow for tomorrow lunch, and Purple for
dinner. Each color had a complete meal. He wanted to step out of his
predictable chains, just for a few hours. Therefore, he was ordering a Pizza.

Ordering a Pizza was always an action filled with so many decisions.
Which Pizza Parlor should he order from? What did he want on his Pizza?
What else did he want? As he sat down in his comfortable chair, the telephone
book open to Pizza’s on his lap, he slowly viewed his options. A name popped from
the page, as he wonder could it be… Several years ago, right when he had gotten
married, he had met this girl. She was everything you wouldn’t want in a wife.
She lived her life at full speed, in the fast lane. He had heard she opened a
little Pizza Place, but he assumed it was someplace back east. She was the best Fuck
he had ever had. She had so much energy and was so creative. She would go down
on him and suck him dry. Could it be…

He dialed the number and asked if Sarah Parker owned the establishment.
He was surprised that his assumption was correct. Sarah, herself, answered
the phone. Mike and Sarah discussed old times for a few minutes, before Mike got the
courage to ask the question. “Why don’t you come over tonight”, Mike
suggested. “My wife is out of town for the weekend, and I would love to spend
time with you, for old time sakes! Oh, and could you possibly bring a Pizza.”

Sarah was shocked but amused. Mike calling her after all this time.
Sure, she could close the shop for the weekend or have her manager cover for her.
Mike was the best fuck she had ever had. He knew how to please her, like no
other man could. There was never a chance of anything else, though. Mike
wouldn’t last one week in her very fast paced life. She agreed to
“deliver” the Pizza at around 10pm, after she closed her shop.

Arriving at his door step, filled with eager anticipation, she checked her
appearance one last time. She had gained a little weight since the last time she saw
him. Her appearance had changed somewhat, would that matter. She felt the
butterflies tickle her tummy, as her nervous tension filled her. She also felt the
growing wetness between her thighs. She was dripping with anticipation. Her
nipples had grown taught with the sound of his voice and had stayed firm and ready for
action up to now. Her body coursed with sexual expectation, as her finger pressed
down the bell.

Mike opened the door, an looked at Sarah. She hadn’t changed.
If only he had met her before he was married, being able to fuck her every day, versus
once a week. If only… He asked her in and motioned her to his living
room. He felt like he was on his first date, filled with everything he wanted to do,
but the desire not to screw up. Sarah placed the pizza on the table, as she looked
around the room. The room was very conservative. She just couldn’t live in a
house like this. Her home was filled with black iron and glass. Her sofa and
other furnishings were black leather. She loved cobalt blue glass, and generously
decorated her rooms with various blue vases and glass sculptures. This room was so
tight, so conservative in color and shape. She felt almost claustrophobic.

She turned facing him. As she approached, Mike noticed the slight
swing of her hips. He already boasted a woody that was ready to explode. She
was killing him with anticipation. “Nice place you got here”, she said.
Liar, liar, liar, screamed Mike in his mind. He had seen the look on her
face. His place was too conservative for her. “Thanks”, Mike
replied.

Sarah couldn’t stand this small talk any longer. She had always been
the aggressor in the relationship, like old times. Sarah approached him like a tiger
sneaking up on her next meal. She grabbed the back of his head, gripping a bunch of
his hair, pulling him to her. She hungrily kissed his mouth as she groped the front
of his pants. Mmm, he was hard already, she thought. She tore open his shirt,
not caring were the buttons flew. Her kiss deepened, smothering his mouth with her
love. Yes, she loved him in her own way. She loved fucking him! She
whispered, “I got a surprise for you”, as she directed his hand under her shirt.
Lately, for the last 3 or 4 years, she had stopped wearing underwear. She
worked out so often, that her firm breast did not need any more support. Besides,
she hated being confined!

Mike groped his under her shirt, realizing that she was not wearing a bra.
The realization did not shock him, it was just like her. The breast felt
different, it was so firm and large. He pulled the shirt off her, bearing her chest.
Her nipples were so hard, as he sucked on them. While sucking on her nipples,
she unzipped his pants and pulled out his “winky”. That was her nick name
for his penis. She continually said to him, it was not a matter of size, but how a
man used what he got. Mike was sensitive about his penis. He knew he was
“blessed” with a somewhat small cock, but he always tried to compensate for his
smallness. Sarah had the ability to relive him of his self consciousness, and allow
him to perform to his best.

They had moved to the floor, as they continued to undress each other.
As Sarah removed his socks, she sucked each one of his toes, massaging his whole
foot. Slowly, she moved up his body, nestling her head between his thighs.
Sarah took his cock into her mouth, as she played with his balls. He had a
delightful, musky smell to him. She had often missed him, but she was uncertain on
how to reestablish the connection.

They had worked for the same aerospace company, long long time ago.
It was during the time she was fighting against herself. She felt different than the
other people she knew. They were happy with the 9 to 5 grind, going to work and
going home. They were happy living the same life day after day. She was
bored. She wanted more. When she was laid off, she viewed it as a release from
prison. She decided to open her own business. She didn’t have much capital,
but she thought “you only live once!”. That had been almost 5 years ago.
Some months were very tough and others were very easy. But bottom line:
She was her own boss! She left behind her not only all her old friends, but
Mike the best lover she had ever experienced.

As she continued to suck him, moving her tongue over the shaft of his hard
cock, he started to leak. She didn’t want him to cum, just yet. Mike wanted to
cum in her mouth, and struggled to stay right there. But she insisted removing him.
She slowly crawled up his body, lighting a heated path. She straddled her
legs over his waiting cock, teasing the tip with her wet folds. “Do you want
it”, she whispered. “Yessss…”, he hissed. “Were you a
good boy? Do you deserve it…”, she teased.

Again her mouth met his and they deeply kissed as she plunged his cock
deep inside her hot pussy. Oh, she was so wet, Mike wanted to shoot his full load.
She gyrated her hips, causing him to move even deeper inside. Her hot walls
holding him tight, squeezing his hard cock, holding it deep inside her. She pumped
him in and out, refusing to allow him to move. She had pinned his arms above his
head, holding him immobile. He struggled against her, half wanting to touch her and
half wanting to stay pinned. He arched his body welcoming the cum, as his hot juice
sprayed deep inside her womb. She growled like a wild animal, before she grabbed a
handful of hair pulling his mouth to hers. She sucked down his tongue, as her body
shuddered with her own orgasm.

Unbelivingly, Mike’s “winky” started coming to life. It
re-hardened inside her and was ready for more. This phonenomon only happened with
Sarah. He had been married to his wife for 6 years and he never got hard right after
cumming. They usually had sex once and then went to sleep. Sex with his wife
was enjoyable. It was a relaxed calming motion that passed like most of his days.
With Sarah, sex was an almost violent act filled with intense sexual electric
fushion of atoms splitting within themselves, causing an explosion of the senses!
With Sarah, he was able to cum 9 to 10 time a night. His body wanted more and
more… His cock stood to attention in her tight pussy, ready to burst more seed.

Sarah knew her power over this poor mortal man. She had this power
with most men, but she enjoyed it most with Mike. He had something, the others did
not. She slid off his cock, welcoming his groan. She knew he wanted more, but
she wanted to tease him. It is not worth having unless he has to work for it.
She moved off of him, and stumbled to the first open door. Peering in she found what
she was look for, a bathroom. A nice hot shower, with his cock buried deep up her
ass! Mike followed her like a puppy, he had no choice. This women could lead
him to a cliff and he would jump, following her down the rock depths. She had a
power over him he could not name. Why hadn’t he contacted her before this. He
had become so contented with his life as it was, he forgot what he was missing.
Today, something happened that was a catalyst, causing him to make some changes in his
life. His wife would never know about those changes, she would never understand.
But hopefully, Sarah would want to be a fulltime fixture in his otherwise boring
life. Together they will journey the road of great sex, exploring their animalistic
natures…

Sara ran the water hot and stepped under the shower. Mike followed,
picking up a sponge as he went. He lathered soap over the sponge and moved it across
her body. There was something erotic about taking a shower with this creature.
She took the sponge from him, lathering it between her thighs. She turned facing the
wall and placed his hard cock between her butt cheeks. He shoved his hard cock up
her welcoming ass. Her body convulsed first with pain and then pleasure. The
first few moments of penetration felt as if a hot iron was splitting the body open, and
then pulsing warm pleasure soothed the nerve endings. She could feel another orgasm
growing as he plunged deeper inside her. Mike gripped her breasts from behind,
crushing his body into hers, as the hot stream of water sprayed over them. She
turned her head, accepting his urgent kiss. Her ass was so tight and so wet.
The hot water running down his skin was adding to the growing sentation, as his body
tensed to cum. For the second time that night, he released his load into her,
welcoming the waves of pleasure that plunged his mind and soul into the bottomless pit.
She turned, wrapping her arms around him, gently kissing him…
“Darling”, she said “could we do this every week, about this time…”

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Aneta is one of those girls that loves and older man's cock but she never imagined fucking her Daddy's best friend right there in her bedroom. But when this silver haired fox came over to pay back a loan and found her by herself he made his move. Aneta was shy at first but then gave up her hot mouth and wet pussy pretty easily.

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2008-Mar-31 - Sex And The Movies

I don’t remember what I’d done. It was something to be punished for, certainly. I’d been bad and forgotten to pick up the dry-cleaning or I’d forgotten to run to the liquor store for drinks for our movie club. It doesn’t matter; all that I cared about was that I had been naughty and deserved a spanking.

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“You realize that you need to be punished for being a bad little girl?” my husband Gene said to me as we got the house ready for company.

“Yes,” I said demurely.

“And you realize that you’re going to be spanked?”

“Yes,” I said again. Honestly, though, being spanked doesn’t sound like much of a punishment. “When?” I asked.

He gave me a playful slap against my behind. “When I get around to it,” he said. “Sometime tonight. Maybe during movie club.”

Gene and I host a bi-weekly movie club, where a number of friends come over to our house to see and discuss a new movie. We like to watch classics and non-mainstream fare. Afterwards we sit around, drinking cocktails and discuss the movie we’ve just seen. Usually only other couples show up, but it can be a real hodge-podge of personalities, which makes movie club that more fun. The idea of being spanked during movie club, when nobody else knew about it, was thrilling.

I hopped into the shower as Gene cooked dinner. Knowing what was waiting for me, or at least having a good idea, I dressed for the occasion: I put on a sheer white blouse with a tiny white bra underneath. Then I picked out one of my shorter black skirts; I knew better than to wear panties underneath.

I got out of the bedroom just in time for dinner. I walked downstairs to the dining room and Gene’s appreciative stare. He served the meal as I got a bottle of nice red wine. As I walked over to pour him a glass, Gene naturally raised my skirt to give me a playful slap on my bottom.

“I thought you’d like a little appetizer for later,” he said.

I turned around and kissed him. “Nice,” I responded. “I hope there’s more later.” I reached down to feel the hard penis through his pants. I gave it a little squeeze before I sat back down.

We ate, warmly discussing our days and the movie we’d picked for that night. It was an old foreign classic that won at Cannes several years back. Gene had seen it back in college, but it was new to me. It was also new to Dave and Ginger, Paul and Kelly and Ed, who all arrived shortly after dinner.

I made cocktails, Ward Eights, while we casually chit chatted before the movie started. A Ward Eight is like a whisky sour, with a small dash of grenadine for fun. They were pretty popular with everyone except Kelly, who isn’t much of a whisky drinker. I’d also put out some vegetables and shrimp canaps for everyone to enjoy with their drinks. They were gone quickly and we settled down to watch the movie.

Gene turned out the lights and came to sit down on the sofa next to me as the film got started. Soon everyone was engrossed by the movie. Everyone that is, but me! Gene was slowly running his hand up and down the outside of my bare thigh. It was driving me wild. I was getting more and more aroused as he seemed to be simply absentmindedly playing with my leg. But I wasn’t wearing any panties and I knew that at some point Gene was going to be spanking me. I tried everything I could to keep from squirming in my seat and letting everyone in the room know how turned on I was.

Then, just before a particularly dramatic action sequence in the movie, Gene spilled his drink on himself. Grinning, he excused himself to go upstairs to change clothes. I waited only a few moments after he left before I followed him to our bedroom.

Gene was standing right beside the door when I opened it. I saw that he wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear as he grabbed and pulled me into the room. His cock was standing straight out, ready for action.

“We only have about five minutes,” he said to me as he pushed me over to the bed. Our bed is taller than most and he bent my body over so that my chest rested against the comforter as I stood there. “Then they’ll wonder where we’ve gone.”

“OK,” I said, loving every minute of it.

He pulled my skirt up over my bottom.

“You’ve been bad” he said.

Slap! His hand came down hard against my ass. The sound of his hit echoed through the room, and I was worried that our guests downstairs would hear. Then all was quiet for the briefest of seconds, and I heard the soft noise of the movie filtering up from downstairs. Nobody knew.

Slap! Another strike against my bottom, filling my flesh with a wonderful rosy warmth.

“I’m sorry for being bad,” I said as I smiled. “Please punish me. I need it.”

The truth was, I did need it. My knees were weak, and I felt like I was gushing all over my legs. I was ready and willing and wanting.

The slaps continued against my ass, quick and hard. Gene furiously spanked me, not too hard, but with the urgency that only comes when you don’t want to be discovered. We were fighting time as his hand continued to spread warmth through my body, and my sex, through the repeated strikes against my flesh.

Then, as suddenly as they had started, Gene stopped spanking me. I felt the press of his manhood against me, and I angled my body to allow him to slide easily into my well-lubricated cunt.

“Only a couple minutes, darling,” I said as he began thrusting into me.

It was sweet and delicious, Gene pounding into me, racing for orgasm as quickly as possible. I reached down between my legs and began rubbing my hard clit as he thrust into me again and again. We were breathing hard, and in the back of my mind, I imagined everyone downstairs watching us as we fucked.

Gene kept working behind me as I rubbed my clit back and forth. My orgasm was building, and I knew it would be furious when it finally came. Then Gene’s thrusts changed in nature, becoming a little more slow, holding themselves a little more deeply inside of me. I knew he was about to come. One thrust, then another. My fingers worked like crazy. Another thrust. I was almost there. Then Gene moaned, plunging his cock into me and holding t still as it throbbed and pulsed, shooting his sperm deep into my insides. My own climax came an instant later, and my pussy clenched and spasmed around the hard cock inside me.

Gene collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I turned as much as I could to kiss him. Then he got up to change while I cleaned up and went back downstairs. Nobody had even noticed I was gone.

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Cocks abound and that's why she's around! She can't help but do what it takes to please every man in sight, so these fellows were lucky! She's a whore with a rep for being able to handle groups, and she more than lives up to it as he fucking and sucking techniques leave them all sated, sticky and exhausted!

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2008-Mar-30 - Daffney You Tease

Daffney is quite the little flirt and she will take you on the joyride of your life. Once she strip off her bra and panties she gets right down to business. She wastes no time at all and you can really tell that she love playing with herself and her tiny kitty.

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2008-Mar-30 - Dragon Sweat - Next Scroll

Some of the palace guard fingered their weapons and looked sullen, but there were good reasons for standing still. The first was the pile of ash where the Master-At-Arms had stood, the second was Will Spearshaker’s cries of mingled pain and relief as the moat cooled his hot armor. The third and fourth good reasons were the gleam in each of the dragon’s eyes as her snout swung back and forth across their ranks in continued threat. Hal followed up his advantage.

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“Two of you, get your cloaks off and give them to the girls.”

Hal’s hand pointed towards Caelia and Chelinde, huddled together in their nakedness and staring at their father’s powdery remains gently blowing away in the wind. An upsetting sight, slightly softened by the fact that the Master-At-Arms had always been a total bastard to everyone who’d had the misfortune of knowing him, especially his own family. But before anybody could move a patch of air between the soldiers and Hal clouded over as though a tiny fog patch was forming there, no bigger than a man — and forming into the ghostly outline of a man’s figure.

An old man, a hunched man, a man with no hair above his ears and a white beard down to his belt, holding a long staff and wearing furs that belonged to no animal that had ever prowled in these mountains. Gaunt Gregory, Chief warlock to King Argud, somehow appearing to them all as a shadow of his real self. Instinctively, every soldier glanced at the castle, where the warlock had lived as long as any could remember, as homebound in his tower chamber as a miller’s donkey tethered to a grinding stone.

There, on the nearest wall, was the hulking figure of the King, waving his arms in great excitement, and beside him stood the dwarfish figure of his warlock. They saw the smaller man lifting his staff, as tall as himself, and point it down towards the moat. At the same moment the warlock’s apparition also raised its staff and pointed. At the place where both staffs were aimed was a head and flailing arms, the arms desperately struggling to support their owner’s head above the filthy ooze of the moat. None of the witch’s supernatural skills seemed to avail her now as she fought to keep her mouth and nose out of the squalid slime she was slowly sinking into.

Gaunt Gregory’s words came not through Hal’s ears, but like something felt in the twilight time between sleeping and waking, some message shining from snows on a mountain peak no mortal could scale: “Save her, boy, save her! The King commands it!”
Not only was Hal made aware of the warlock’s appeal, so were the soldiers. They stared at him, then snapped to attention, as though the fools expected Hal to start drilling them. What orders did they think a bollock naked shitbucket emptier could give them? Yet suddenly he was doing exactly that.

“Who’s senior rank leader?”

A gray mustached veteran clapped a hand to his cross-bow. “I am, boy.”

Corporal Clint O’The East Wood would have died rather than take orders from Hal but that wasn’t an option on offer. Subjects who failed both the King and the Chief warlock in important matters suffered far worse fates than simply ceasing to exist.

“Get that net. Use your swords to cut it apart. Tie three of the long lengths of rope together. Then give me one end with a loop in it. I’m going to try to walk out far enough on Josephine’s tail to throw it to the witch. Keep hold of the other end and when the witch has hold of the loop, haul her in. You understand?”

“Aye, boy, aye.”

It wasn’t in the Corporal’s training to throw a weapon onto the ground but he put down his crossbow with the greatest possible speed, pulled out his blade and went at the net as though it were a living enemy. Hal turned to Josephine, pointed at the witch, and then at the dragon’s tail.

“Can I walk along your tail to help the woman?”

Josephine growled, then snorted, a hint of flames as insubstantial as the warlock’s ghost flickering at her nozzles. The dragon was usually in a good humor, but apparently not where witches were concerned. Not witches who handled their broomsticks like a tipsy gipsy aloft on an unbroken colt, nor yet witches who treated anything on the wing as unfortunate flying objects. Josephine was still deeply in the grip of sky rage.
“Please, Josephine, the King and the Chief warlock have commanded me to help the witch. Can you help me?”

A sickly shade of green appeared on her skin: Hal understood her doubts only too well. The further he moved down her tail, the harder it would be for Josephine to support his weight on it.

“Well, the best you can do, my lady. And quickly!”

Her colors flickered and changed on her coat of scales again, and then she was backing her haunches over the edge of the moat, then her back legs, reluctance showing in every moment as she came into contact with the filth. Her tail she held as high as she could until she was half lying on the bank and half floating in the moat, and then she let it drop straight down on top of the partly dissolved turds floating in the scum. Hal noted with surprise the depths and intensity of the shades Josephine was now displaying: he couldn’t imagine where a nice young female dragon had learnt so much bad language. Then his attention was broken by two men-at-arms running up to him with the looped end of a rope between them. With them was Corporal Clint.

“All ready, sir.”

“Get your men to on the other end and to be ready to haul like carthorses. I need a man here at the moat’s edge to put a turn of rope around one of the dragon’s back spikes if you need her help in hauling the witch out.”

“Aye, boy.” Corporal Clint O’The East Wood turned and pointed to one of the soldiers. “You, when I shout, go ahead — make my belay.”

Hal grabbed the loop and stepped onto the base of Josephine’s tail. Which was a big problem itself. The needle sharp spikes that ran down her back extended along her tail as well, gradually getting smaller but no blunter. Right here they were as long as dagger blades and he had to step between them with his toes pointed inward like a pigeon’s. An uncomfortable position, rendered much more uncomfortable by the thought that if he slipped and fell astride the dragon’s tail the spikes would instantly make sure that Caelia and Chelinde would not only be the first girls he’d ever fucked, they’d be the last ones as well.
“Fria and Odon, Fria and Odon, help me, please!”

He began moving. One step, two steps, three, with the slime of the moat lapping around his ankles, the dragon’s scales becoming slippery underfoot. Exactly as they had both feared, the further along Josephine’s tail he went, the harder it was for her to keep it up above the moat’s surface.

Hal stopped to regain his swaying balance and stared slack jawed at what was happening out in the moat. For now the warlock’s mirage was hovering directly in front of the witch, arm and staff outstretched above her.

Somehow he seemed to be supporting her because both her arms were raised above the mire, one pointing towards the castle and one towards Hal. And close to the castle wall her broomstick was rising again. Splintered and broken in the middle, the front half drooping down, its bundle of twigs mostly burnt off, spattered in filth, but still rising up into the air as lightly as a feather above a fireplace. The broomstick stopped at knee height above the moat and swung around as slowly as a rusty weathercock touched by a summer breeze.

Then, close to Hal, a great bubble of air burst amidst the floating scum, hard by where the witch’s cat was still buried, the tom’s tail marking its last resting place. Hal hoped so anyway, since it was his fist which had sent the feline familiar tumbling down into the deep shite, and the memory of its malevolent green eyes would haunt his nightmares for many nights to come. Yet even as he looked the thickly furred tail began to disappear into the moat as if it were a plant which was shrivelling instead of growing. Perhaps it meant the final destruction of the savage creature which had torn his flesh and nearly done much worse to his balls.

As the tail vanished more bubbles broke on the surface of the moat like farts from a carthorse’s bum, each one releasing a tiny rainbow of color and smells which were far worse than any privy bucket Hal had ever emptied. Then a head appeared in amongst them and green eyes opened which turned towards Hal in pure hatred again. Yet this wasn’t a cat which had surfaced, but a toad: a toad as big as the cat had been, a toad of brown and yellow, with masses of red tinged warts and spikes, an apparition so unlike anything in nature that one look was enough to know it as a perverse parody of anything the Gods had intended to live on earth.

Hal shivered in fear as he realized that nightmares were nothing compared to seeing a terrible enemy resurrected. The toad came swimming and slopping on its belly towards him, as near to being in its own element as any creature could be in this foul bog. It stopped about four paces from Hal and opened a mouth which seemed to be the ugliest part of the whole swollen monstrosity. A sack of living venom perched on a lake of poison, and a pair of emerald eyes looking at Hal with a promise of agonizing revenge. He longed to run home. But he could run nowhere from where he was and instead waited like a pig penned for slaughtering as a tongue as long and red as a scarlet tippet flicked through the air — and stopped short of the loop of rope in Hal’s hand. Again, the same thing happened. And this time the toad raised a webbed paw and pointed towards the witch.

Suddenly, and incredibly, Hal felt almost gratitude towards the hideous creature. Because now he knew what it wanted him to do. Much more importantly he knew what he might no longer have to do himself. As well as he could he threw the loop towards the toad, watching as it landed just short of the witch’s creature. It went forward in one quick movement before picking up the rope in its mouth as carefully as a cat holding a kitten. Then it turned and began dragging the rope behind it as it paddled towards the witch. Hal paid out the slack, swaying on Josephine’s trembling tail, still terrified but at least hopeful that he need go no further into this shit filled slough.

The remains of the broomstick reached the witch first, the upright handles on the broken front piece bent down towards her like a grazing deer’s horns. At the same instant the dim figure of Gaunt Gregory disappeared, as if the two magics could not exist together. The witch began to sink again, her hands shot up over her mud choked hair and grasped the broom between the twigs and the break in the handle. Then the broomstick bobbed up and down in her desperate grip, as though it was floating on rippling water, but to no avail in lifting the witch from the clinging mud. A handhold on life she had, but nothing more. Unless her familiar could reach her with the rope. And, as big and strong as it was, the toad seemed to be struggling to pull out the ever increasing length of rope between it and Hal.
In desperation he hauled out yet more line from the hands of the soldier on the bank and took another step along Josephine’s tail. The dragon groaned, a startling thing for somebody so used to her normal silence. Nothing could show more plainly how difficult it was for her to keep supporting him on her tail: it was as if Hal was trying to hold aloft a horseshoe on his little finger. He felt her trembling underfoot and the tail sink lower, so that he was up to his knees now in filth. But the toad had reached its mistress!

Hal thanked his Gods as he saw her take one hand off the broomstick in a h