Remote Control

Little Shop of Shiva

Another long day at the shop had slipped away. I unlocked the apartment and confound my jacket on the recliner as I reached for the remote. After various attempts the afternoon news filled the screen, but the distant failed to respond after numerous attempts to switch TV channel. Too many abrupt encounters with the hardwood floor had finally taken their bell. Without pausing to grab my customary after workplace brew, I went out the door committed to a quick trip to"Wally World"for a generic transposition. The cross town commute in rush minute dealings promised to call down my already frazzled accent tier, but a night without the convenience of a remote was even less appealing. As I started to unlock the car, I glanced over at the seldom visited strip mall across the street and spotted a small shopfront with the words Ravi 's Electronics hand painted on the window. Surely they would have a low excerption of remotes. I relocked the door and walked over, dodging stressed automobilist as they sped home to their own TVs.
As I entered the pocket-size store, I was almost overwhelmed by the odor of incense and haunting phone of sitar medicine. The wall were covered with arras, about of a fop sitting on an flowery cushion with a bunch of arms coming out of his torso and a 3rd eye in his brow. The proprietor sat behind a clutter up bench working on an old VCR with bifocals boneheaded than Coke bottles. Against the book binding wall, various unlike remotes were hanging unceremoniously, so I grabbed the one with the to the lowest degree release and waved it at the old man.
"Nine fifty,"he offered with an almost indecipherable accent.
I pulled out a ten and thanked him as I strolled out the door, eagre for a breath of novel air. After playing the veridical living variant of"Frogger"to thwart the highway, I was soon back in my apartment, pausing to catch a brew before dropping onto the over-aged and overstuffed couch and ripping the doomed thick plastic off of my new monomania. The instructions were printed on material akin to rice paper and darn near required a microscope to read. After a few trial and error attempts at programming, the TV flashed on and I was soon enjoying the last half of an master copy episode of Star Trek. The remote had a row of three buttons along the bottom that I did n't see on the instructions, but the red heart push had a tax return arrow inscribed so I figured they were designed for the cable system box and thought nothing to a greater extent of them until later that dark during a commercial-grade for Domino's.
Comparing a Domino 's pizza to a greased soaked cardboard crust is no not bad stretch of the vision, so when the commercial began I inadvertently pushed the blue button on the fundament of the control ( That was the Same positioning as the epithelial duct change push on the old ascendence ). In a flash, I landed hard on my butt on a carpet base, the remote control in one hand and my beer in the former. I was laughingstock naked. The room was dimly lit by a candle, but it was a bedroom - definitely womanly with pink curtains and flowery traffic pattern on most everything. There was suddenly secretiveness for several present moment, and I held my breath while getting my bearings.

Brothel babe

A thick groan came from atop the bed, and the mattress began to propel sporadically. I ventured on my knees to peer over the edge and encountered a fragile hand rubbing the living piss out of a neatly trimmed twat. My meat jumped into my throat as I watched the heightening sexual foreplay of this delicious distaff conformation in the throes of self pleasuring. Her enceinte tit had rolled to the position of her heaving pectus ; rippling symmetrically as her one script pinched one of the declamatory rear pap and her other continued to frantically rub the wet pink center of her muliebrity. I got painfully grueling instantly, savoring her sexual aroma wafting through the room amidst her piano lusty whine. The hand stroking her vulva became a fuzz as she pulled her knees up and arched her spinal column with the impending orgasm. With light shallow gasps she reached her climax, the bed shaking violently as her passion dripped onto the pink comforter.
My dreadful erecting took control, and carefully setting the remote and brew on the nightstand, I gently climbed aboard. I positioned myself between her still trembling ramification lining - up my humanness with her cum souse hand, then quickly moved her script aside and took the plunge. Already well lubricated, I slid in completely to the hilt as her eyes burgeon forth undefendable in surprise. A few moment passed before her eyes dreamily closed and she rocked her pelvic arch gently to coincide with my thrusts. She did n't possess the soused pussy I 've ever invaded, but her soft mewling gasps, her wildly coil breasts, and the deep red bloom that crept up her neck and down her breast suggested it would be one of the most enjoyable union to date. As her coxa urged me on, my sass became scorched, and my book binding began to hurt from an old body of work accidental injury, but I continued to vivify my attack on the delicious puffy pussy. Her back slowly arched and her hint came in short pants as my cock began swimming in the effluence her slit generated. With a barbarian thrust of her rose hip her face grimaced in orgasmic exaltation, clamping my turncock tightly. She uttered a guttural moan as she threw her arms around me, riding her orgasmic waves as I felt my air being forced from my lungs. Stars began to dance on my vision when she finally released me and eased back down onto the mattress.
With my manhood still in control, I gradual renewed my onslaught. She moaned, a long, drawn out auditory sensation that was tersely cut inadequate with my second stab. Our hips immediately resumed their rhythm as we steadily climbed towards tone ending. My lip locked around the nearest engorged nipple as her hand snaked between us and found the wildly swinging sac housing my spermatozoon producing glands. With my sensational stimulus on overload, I pumped her wildly until, with a final thrust that matched her desperate up thrust, I erupted three pent up calendar month of ejaculate into her pulsating cavern. Again she likened to squeeze the liveliness from me as our dead body relished the aggregate blissfulness of sexual unity. I collapsed onto her soft voluptuous chassis as we both struggled to refill our lungs and calm our racing hearts. With my last second-stringer, I rolled us onto our sides, and kissed her full shaking lips.
"Who are you"she queried breathlessly as warning alarum jangled silently in my header. I 'd seen too many movies to get laid the upshot to any given response could be ruinous. Gently reaching over her, I grabbed my halfhearted brew and the control. I smiled as I pushed the red clitoris - or at least I thought I 'd pushed the red button. ..

Jurrasic encounters

I landed with a thud on some spiked ferns in the midsection of a tropic hobo camp. The air was midst and humid yet invigorating. Slowly, I assumed a sitting spatial relation and rearranged my tush to preserve from getting poked. This remote was neat - a key to free sex without any of the normal secret plan and greenbacks at the bare push of a button ! I could hear the cheerful lallation of a nearby stream, and slowly rose to make my way towards it. What remained of my beer feeding bottle lay shattered on a bowlder, but I figured I could live without it. The stream was merely a meter spacious, and I could see small bristled Pisces frolicking in the minor eddies formed by the tumbling weewee. Gently placing the remote control on a decaying stump, I waded into the cool zippy body of water as the auditory sensation of the timberland soothe my senses. After a refreshing break, I stumbled onto a ample grassy slope and bathed in the sun while studying the remote more carefully. There were no manufacturer trademarks to be found, and the button I figured I had pressed was blue. On the other side of the red return clitoris, there was a green button but I was somewhat hesitant to try that one. Instead, I would push the red button, and hopefully reelect dwelling.
Just as I made my determination, and ungodly Earth shaking hollo erupted behind me, and I scrambled to my feet immediately. Slowly turning towards the auditory sensation source, I came case to gut with God-funking-zilla ! He was a prime quantity functioning model of T-Rex, or something from the same family with lizard tegument, drooling choms, and eyes that perceived me as an alien appetizer. fight or flight kicked in - no one truly understands the trajectory answer until they 're tearing through the timber in a zigzag pattern to debar becoming a dino-delicacy. My life was flashing before my eyes so firm I was getting lightheadedness. Just up ahead, some large bowlder rested and beyond that, there was the salary increase onto a smoke volcano. I throttled up and headed to the hill, my lungs and substructure on fire, as each ogre footfall behind me created mini-quakes.
Just as my strength began to wane, I spotted a small crevasse barely tumid enough to oblige me. I dove through the compact foliage and into the duskiness in a to the full nelson that would have got silenced the critics at the Olympic gymnastic exercise competition. Another quick somerset and I bounced against the rearward wall of my new found refuge. There were three furry beasties staring at me with optic as big as saucers. They were definitely females ; two had what could best be described as small conical breasts, and the one-third had the deflated hangers of a bitch dog. The cleft between their legs was barely distinguishable unlike the libidinous regard in their eyes as they focused on my torso. I quickly fumbled with the button on the remote as they leaped on my trunk, their ruddy nails tearing at my delicate skin.
Suddenly an unearthly roar followed by a loud thunk and an inhuman scream echoed from the entering of the cave. The four of us froze and turned to view the spitting image of Captain cave dweller. This gallant was ugly with an obvious want of personal hygiene skills. How he took down a beast easily twenty times his sizing with the nightclub he was brandishing was beyond me. Further, how he could ever trust to criticise up one of his female vis-a-vis with the cock the size of a sun dried earthworm placed serious doubt on my concept of evolution. reflexion aside, it was quite apparent that competition was not his forte and he charged with eyes blazing while I cringed with the flight option now unavailable. He raised his club while in fully stride, and I instantly realized his exposure. My fist guess sound towards his groin and he, like most men toppled into a quivering hairy mound of jelly. Crises averted.
Not so ! One of the conical twins took me down with a fast chop to the dorsum of my articulatio genus allowing the other to swiftly mount my trunk and commence her frenzied rutting. Although her fur was ticket, when driven with sixty kilos of sex starved anatomy, it instantly became steel woolen. Only occasionally did my genitals contact the subdued wet cleft hidden within. Just as I was about to bid leave-taking to my most cherished appendage, the nous of my cock lodged into her scuttle. With both voiced a collective gasp. unassailable muscular condensation pulled me deeper into her depths creating a vacuum that rapidly coaxed me to fullness. She pushed down forcefully and I forced into the taut, slick depths conceivable. With a second stab, my glans was embedded in her cervix uteri. The patent grimace rundle of her torment even though my shaft was barely middle engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling tits chirped a train of single syllable commands and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a facial expression of resolve, she slowly raised her pelvis and began the jumping up and down on my painfully engorged organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her stroking until, with a gamey pitched belly laugh, her vagina convulsed so tightly, my hammer was physically forced out.
Seizing the chance, the early cone breasted critter forcefully shoved her to the slope and mounted me. Once again, my glans penetrated her neck, but she withdrew quickly, and, despite the obvious discomfort, she began to bait me fervently. The nipples on her chest became englut and peeked out through the fine pilus as her arousal became ostensible. Despite my discomfort, I too became raise, and was soon matching her forceful thrusts with my own. She cooed with each thrust and threw her head back as her script found their way to her bantam mamilla and pinched them forcefully. quickly reaching her culmination, she trembled violently and chirped an dateless stream of shrill, 1 syllable expletives. Learning from retiring experience, I grabbed her hips forcefully, and lost myself in the delightful muscle contractions that forcefully caressed my dick and coaxed my core to chuck forth into the tiny womb. Apparently it was too a great deal for her and she collapsed senselessly onto my breast with a grunt.
I heard a groan and a few syllables coming from the direction of Captain caveman and knew it was clip for my hasty exit. Reaching over to grasp the control, I gently fingered the button until I was sure enough I had the red middle button and pressed it firmly. ..
I was lying on my cover, stark naked, draped over the couch and staring at the ceiling. The remote slipped from my helping hand and changed the transmission channel on cable television to a pizza commercial as it fell onto the cushion. I lay there for what seemed like hr - sore and numb. A quick glance at the rampart clock revealed LE than an minute had passed since I first pushed the blue button, but the bruised torso and bloodied putz confirmed that I had spent a minuscule eternity in two separate alternate world. Finally, the uncomfortableness of my position forced me unsteadily to my feet. I slowly staggered to the fridge and pulled out a wise brew. It went down smooth, as did I - slowly sinking to the cold tile as the way began spinning.
Sometime during the night, I apparently found my way to the lounge, and woke early at the foremost soupcon of dawn with a hangover that set new personal standards. There was time to part with before I was due back in the shop so I staggered back into the kitchen and got some deep brown started, my hanging ballock sending jerk of agony with every stone's throw I took. The rejuvenating hot H2O from the shower slowly eased the discomfort, and soon I was on the route with a steaming cup of joe and an old pair of boxers cradling my"package."Once on subscriber line, I called the cable tribe and ordered a new remote to be dropped off at the flat office that day. Running a quick inventory, I ordered the to the lowest degree pricey components and made a lean for the boss to weigh. Time passed quickly until about an hour before lay off clock time. I was barely capable to hang on, the last of my energy fading rapidly as I picked up the remote from the rental office and staggered into my flat. I threw a Swanson 's into the micro and grabbed a brew, but never finished either as exhaustion overwhelmed me. I spent another night sleeping on the couch.
A cloudy Fri dawn arrived, with barely enough time for me to get prepped and head back to the shop. Workload was Light Within, and I had mickle of chance to ruminate my titillating experiences with the remote. On the way plate I stopped at the electronics computer storage, but the windows were all painted over with a hired man painted"CLOZED"sign on the door. The mystery thickens. Back at my apartment, I thoroughly studied the remote control, even opening the rachis cover and digging through the drivel for the mutilated package it came in– but there was nothing to identify the maker. Frustrated, I popped a brew and turned on the subway system. There were zilch but more reruns and oil production, yellow news reports. Normally about this time, I 'd get decked out and head for the topical anaesthetic"watering maw,"but tonight I did n't palpate any pressing need. Probably would n't be missed anyways. I changed line, propped my feet on the coffee mesa, and enjoyed my brew. An hour and beer later, as the oppressive blanket of boredom encroached ; I got up, took a pee and grabbed the remote control. Closing my eyes, I pressed the green push and. ..

Return of the Ananuki

I slowly opened my oculus. I was standing on a bandage of pot surrounded by a throng of small white igloo shaped construction. Beyond the small biotic community, on a small-scale knoll, rose a tall bloodless structure with a serial publication of tall spires that reached high into sky. Occasional deadbolt of static discharge sizzled from the marvellous steeple. masses strolled past tense in whitish gender-less body suit that covered all their body except for their unremarkable faces. One stood directly in front of me, staring at my genitalia. I quickly used my hands to encompass up.
"Greetings,"It murmured in a demure womanly part
"Hi,"I returned meekly, my embarrassment evident.
"Is it functional, she queried while staring at my software system my hands suppoted.
"Uh, Last time I checked it was."
"Can I see it ? oddity and perhaps a little excitement were evident in her voice.
"Uh, well,"I stammered,"If I can see yours in a place more private."
"That 's satisfactory,"she quickly replied. There was a device like an oversize wristwatch on her arm that she pushed a couple of push button and I was instantly encased with a full soundbox leotard like everyone else was wearing. Yet no one else sported a venereal"bulge"or camel toe ; they all appeared sexless. She gently grasped my hand and led me into one of the nearby"igloos"with a sliding breast door one would expect to find on one of factor Roddenberry 's star-ships. Once inside, she pressed a release on her wrist and we were completely naked. I immediately noticed her breasts were barely meat, and her hairless vulva was little more that a bantam opening. She immediately fell on her knees and her hired hand began their inexperient exploration of my genitals. Soon I got hard, and she backed away in awe, amazed by the throbbing electronic organ. With a grunt, she plunged her mouth on my tumid pole, and bit pour down hard.
"What the hell,"I gasped as I pushed her away and my dick rapidly deflated.
"Is it not edible,"she asked, thoroughly confused.
"Uh, not literally. .."I replied as I studied the red bite Saint Mark that encircled my cock. Oral sex had somehow turned a grizzly nook - small wonder everyone was sexless !
"I knew not- the Anuk render our off spring."
"The Anuk, offspring ?"
"Our celestial brothers, the Anuk - know you not of the Anuk ?"
"Look, I just got here, knockout,"I replied defiantly gently rubbing my stopcock.
"Our celestial Brother descended from heaven and provide all we could ever need,"she retorted defiantly.
"They 're conception of sexual gratification and taste in attire is definitely lacking,"I mumbled sarcastically.
The Anuk revealed sex is rationality for all trouble. They changed our DNA, we changed ; we live well-chosen now."
"Is that why you bit my dick,"I gestured to my groin.
"I curious - heard digesting men make pleasure."
"mortal 's seriously misinformed, my dear. Sex is normally gentle and pleasurable."
"So is eating,"she retorted.
I smiled as I fingered the unripe button on the remote control that had somehow remained in my hand throughout the entire confrontation. Now wasn't the sentence to go in into a sleeveless monstrance of what is and what ai n't and what should be with a naïve cannibal. I pushed the green push button. ..

fry of the Ananuki

I was in a lush, fertile valley with beautiful mountain peaks surrounding it. The air was smart and clean and it felt pleasantly warm. A doe quietly munched on a tall clump of Grass a few meters from where I stood. I could hear a beautiful womanly voice singing from within the tall pine tree where songster sang a myriad of whimsical air. The doe slowly strolled to me and rubbed its muzzle on my arm and I slowly stroked the unawares hair's-breadth along its berm. It nuzzled me gently and slowly strolled on down the path. I quietly headed up the route towards the sweet voice that became louder with each stone's throw. I rounded a growth of dew coated ferns and there she was, kneeling next to a small serene pocket billiards of water, her long sensual fingers tracing small pattern on the water 's open. A small fish nipped at her index finger and she gently caressed its scaly body as it nudged her hand gently.
Damn near had to top myself to nominate sure I was n't inside of some fairy tale. When she turned and noticed me huddled behind a bush, she sensually rose on peg that never seemed to end and shyly strolled over to me. I rose to her and after placing the remote control on a nearby boulder, took her tiny hands in my own. She was beyond beautiful, long silky blonde tomentum that flowed to the minor of her rachis, large wanton sky gentle eyes that reflected everything a man could ever desire, long sensuous branch that begged to be caressed, full firm breasts capped with delicious embrown pap, and a cute footling bush below her fountainhead toned abs that begged to be touched. Strangely, she had no navel. She led me to a grass covered clearing by a lallation creek and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her.
Her wax lip were sweeter than a alright vino that quickly parted as my rim melted with hers. My hands gently roamed down her touchy feature and long sinewy neck opening as her breathing quickened and tiny goose bumps formed on the arms that tenderly embraced me. I spent a lifetime in her carnal lip whorl, silently thanking the Creator for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The moment we broke from our osculation, I gently moved down the flawless pelt of her cervix to the firm full melons that crowned her heaving pectus. My sassing explored their elegant full contour and the sensitive erect nipples gently, savoring their pure rude savour. Her liquid legs slowly wrapped around my torso and she arched her back in pure sexual abandon. Slowly my lips descended down her trembling trunk to her miserly nether lips. Her manpower entwined in my pilus as my clapper explored the delicious fluids abundant there. It took a minuscule time to pry apart the tight outer lips with my natural language, but once penetrated it was drawn to the petite nub throbbing with anticipation. Two swipes of my knife and her hips violently bucked in an intensely legal brief orgasmic release. The contented sigh was delightful, but the surprised squeal as I kicked my tongue back in train was what I wanted to pick up. Circling the inflamed bud with my glossa, her respiration went off the charts, pelvis into"godforsaken mustang"mode, and her hands assaulted my scalp in a precursor to male pattern baldness. Rapidly climbing to a higher blossom of orgasmic ecstasy, I eased my finger's breadth through the inflamed plication into the slippy entry of her vagina, confirming my other misgiving that she was a Virgo the Virgin. She shrieked and pumped her hips frantically, her tight grip on my now rapidly thinning hair the only if jetty to being thrown free.
Her beautiful return to stasis was my opportunity to dislodge myself and prepare for her first ever intimate invasion. After several try to penetrate the red-faced folds, she grasped the rock music hard encroacher and positioned it herself at her entrance before wrapping her branch and legs around me in eager prevision. Slowly, savoring the tight slickness folds, I forced my way in, pausing as my glans pressed firmly against her hymen. Those large bluish eyes still half close with orgasmic rest shot open, and her embrace tightened as gentle vaginal fortuity caressed my glans. I felt her relax slightly before I lunged deeper into her depths ; my shaft eventually stopping at her cervical entrance. Again her center shot extensive open and a brief narrow escape escaped her lip as she passed into womanhood. Gently I kissed her as her body adapted. We held the kiss as her body slowly came to life. Taking this is a sign to resume ; I slowly withdrew a little and eased back in until her cervix uteri was gently kissed by my glans. Gradually increasing musical rhythm, I soon was back to convention ramming pep pill as her centre dreamily reopened and she caressed my dorsum lovingly. As I reached my optimal pace, her hip matched mine eagerly and within just a few delicious stab, she crossed over her orgasmic airplane, thrusting her hip high in the air. Her vaginal contractions were so tight the literally forced me out of her. Those beautiful blue eye shot wide open and her script dove between us, hastily replacing my dun pussy fireplug into the drenched satiny profoundness.
I was in hyper drive by now, and barely noticed the intermission, as I continued my driving force into the unbelievable compressed orifice with tempestuous unconstraint. Close to the edge, I closed my centre and let nature ingest its course of action, thrusting violently as her hips rose to conform to my mine. She hugged me tightly. With a few rabbit knife thrust, the boiling billow raced up my urethra only to chance the escape transition blocked. The beautiful blond goddess beneath me was in the throe of her own explosive orgasm, her vaginal muscles squeezing so tightly that, combined with the force of my attempted interjection, I feared the retrograde ejaculation would bollix up my musket ball off. Fortunately, her muscles momentarily relaxed, and my essence salvo against her cervix uteri, increasing her orgasmic contractions exponentially. I clung on for affectionately liveliness, as I literally rode her through her explosive sexual climax, my tool experiencing the most carry through massage of its life story. We fought for our collective hint albeit her tight embrace restricted my full recovery until her arms fell to her position and I was able to hustle off her onto my back, gasping. After a legal brief time out, she rolled her sweat covered quivering body adjacent to mine, and threw her arm over my chest of drawers as her muscularity waned and she drifted off to a profound nap. I lay there exhausted, marveling at the first and only Virgin I would probably ever rifle lying next to me.
Once assured she was fully asleep, I gently eased out from under her arm, and staggered over to recollect the remote. I would love to expand on my later conquest with the beautiful sleeping var. by the brook, but hunger was becoming an upshot. Gathering what was left of my wag and driven by curiosity, I set out on the countryfied lead in this beautiful new universe.
As I wound my way through the beautiful forest in the ardent midday heat, I encountered several forms of wildlife undisturbed by my unpredicted appearance. They showed no fear, and probably had never seen a man predatory animal before. Fairy tarradiddle can be real ! After a good time of day of wandering through wonderland, I came to a declamatory clearing with a Brobdingnagian, perfectly formed tree standing in the middle. I stopped myopic and stare - this was getting surreal ! A muffle noise behind me broke the secret moment and I turned to see the blond goddess standing behind me with teary eyes. I smiled and she vaulted the few meters separating us to hug me forcefully. I locked lips with her and she likened to breastfeed out my soul, breaking the kiss only when the cobbler's last of our reserve air was depleted. I rubbed her bay window in the universal sign for hunger and she nodded curtly, and then dashed for the Tree. I quickly followed and grabbed her arm as she reached up to pluck one of the abundant apple-shaped fruits on display. I 'd read a story about a standardized scenario once and top out my senses in case a snake was coiled nearby. Although she obviously did n't understand, she respected my wishes and darted back up to the track head where smaller trees were adorned with standardised yield. She eagerly plucked several of them and ran back to me excitedly. I hugged her in admiration, and sank my teeth into the sweetened fruit I ever tasted.
Grasping her free hand, we followed along the sharpness of the woods until we found where the track resumed and plunged into the welcoming shade. The trail injury through grassy meadow, endless woodland and past small watercourse with the clearest and tastiest water system I have ever quenched my thirstiness with. As time passed, I nicknamed the place Eden and was really becoming attached to the persuasion of spending a lifetime here when my companion suddenly stopped inadequate and bowed her head. I tugged at her handwriting but she would n't shift. Fingering the remote in case a hasty retirement were required I moved ahead slowly at the urging of my wonder. The track opened into a wide vale sprinkled with the end of many small dome-like structures. In the core was a grassy knoll were the unmistakable remnants of a tall steeple lying broken on the ground.
I knew this seat from before - it was the land of the tool biters, and I reasoned my shy little virgin had somehow escaped with her plumbery intact. A probable by-product of the Anuk, she was a genetically modified hybrid child Creator. The community had been virtually reduced to rubble - maybe from a group of diskless greyback, or maybe even an extraterrestrial being foe with shock and awe elements sufficient to mystify the defence reaction section. Warning bell clanged in my oral sex and I turned to head back into the woods. My minuscule Virgo was history, and I quickly decided to follow suit. On reflection, it's amazing how contagious panic can be. I pushed the green button firmly.

Wrath of Sol

I landed hard on a sand dune with the winds whipping like a hurricane spawning Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin crack and restricting visibility to near nothing. It was like an oven and the sun, what I could see of it, was easily ten times larger than I remembered. The distant tumbled from my hand, and I immediately tried to retrieve it albeit the winds and blowing backbone were like digging a hole in the ocean. With the sun burning my back into Francis Bacon, I dug desperately and was finally able to grab the gimmick and deplume it free people just as a marvellous figure in a flowing livid hooded robe stood in movement of me, partially blocking the wind that was sucking my life away. It extended a dark skinned manus, and I eagerly grasped it while tightening my grasp on the restraint. Wordlessly, we trudged through the hot torturous dust storm, my feet burning with every step until we reached a small pick colored complex body part partially buried in the blowing sand. The rampart were smooth and tapered, and the ingress was unaired to the sloping roof. After a short climb up a unsophisticated Ellen Price Wood ladder, I fell through the pocket-sized gap and into a mount of soft Caucasian pillows. My rescuer soon followed with a clump.
We both lie still for several minutes before she slowly rose and shed her wrap revealing beautiful drear ebony skin thinly disguised by a white fishnet nightie that left nothing to the mental imagery. Her weather hardened cheek was in discriminating contrast to the rest of her ticklish feminine body. Youth and manliness glowed from her.
"Got liquidness,"she queried abruptly.
I shook my head no while still appraising her well defined muscle tone.
"Let me have your cum,"she demanded shamelessly.
"Give me yours, then,"I responded curtly.
"Dried up eld ago, beloved ; got some dried fruit in the former elbow room though."
I reclined into a more well-fixed position and she crawled over to me on all fours like a hobo camp cat with tree prey. In a flash her head was buried in my crotch, sucking like a Hoover on sex hormone. She gently fumbled with my gonads before a finger slowly invaded my ass hole. I mumbled a quickly protest which she ignored and thrust her finger in deeper, exploring the dark depths until it settled on my prostrate. I had always assumed the prick was made for gay or proctologists, yet her ennoble intrusion was somewhat pleasurable. She must have been an expert because within moments I could sense my essence flowing through my urethra and into my host's dry mouth. She gulped it all down noisily. It happened so fast, I never got fully intemperate nor have orgasm.
"Thanks, I needed that,"she whispered with a smirk that made my blood run cold. I had just been milked and used ; literally raped and dehumanized. Yet, I could see in this oppressive rut the need to extract anything that could bring home the bacon recreation. Desperate times, desperate measurement. I quickly pressed the jet clit. ..

Beyond eternity

I was free floating in darkness. The dim luminousness of aloof lead barely illuminated a few stone irregular before the sped past but there were no early sensations - no sounds or smells - nothing. I figured earth 's expiration engagement had passed, and this was all that remained. It was a puff to cognize we hadn't destroyed ourselves after all, and maybe there were a few mankind out beyond my vision clinging desperately to life on a brave new human beings. After carefully studying the remote, I pressed the red button. ..
The surety of my cool dark aliveness room enveloped me. It was just as I left it, the TV busily blabbing to no one and a cumulation of clothes next to the sofa. I rose unsteadily, and after a quick physical assessment confirming I was integral, I headed to the kitchen for a brew. Walking to the window, I opened the tatterdemalion curtain a snatch hair, and was reassured by the dealings whizzing past in social movement of the flat. Taking a thick swig, I plopped on the couch and threw my substructure up. There was far too a great deal selective information to enclose my head around so I took a late breath and drifted off and slowly drifted off into a disoblige sleep.
My dreams of a myriad of distorted landscape painting and beautiful womanhood faded abruptly as the phone rang. It was still dingy, and I had to fumble for the receiver even though it was just a few groundwork away.
"Get the coffee ready, I'm on my way."The agate line went dead.
It took me a here and now to realize it was crick, my sportfishing sidekick that had jointly purchased a 16-foot Bayliner with me close twelvemonth. We both loved fishing the plurality of fresh piddle lakes located nearby, and the purchase of the vas had been a lifelong dream for both of us. He kept the boat at his lieu as the apartments had no in spite of appearance store useable, and his new off-road pick-up was just staring to get us into the rustic sauceboat launches. I sprang into action, threw on the coffee, grabbed my tackle from behind the BBQ in the repositing shed on the patio, and grabbed my windbreaker and gloves. Just as I finished pouring the coffee into the thermos, I heard him drive up and raced out the door, almost forgetting my keys. The warm cab, and tunes from the 60's coming from the wireless warmed the soul all the way up to the lake.
I've known Rick since the early days of secondary shoal ; always positive and quick to laugh, we could talk about damn near anything without causing offense to one another. He'd hitched up with a beaut brunette with secure Latina inheritance shortly after we bought the gravy holder, and he truly loved both her and the sweet slight daughter left over from her first-class honours degree marriage disaster. As the sky began to glow with a new dawn, we slipped the boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the dead heads to a small semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the last time we fished it various months back. It was cool and invigorating ; flies buzzing across the fluent control surface, and birds announcing the sunrise in melodic song. Just as the sun crested, Rick got the beginning hit with his new hook, and within endorsement, my tried and true and confessedly bundle of salmon eggs scored the moment. It was hot and heavy until we limited out less than a half 60 minutes later and we set path back to the landing place. With an ice chest full moon of fair sized trout, we were soon on the route home laughing and yapping like a pair of school girls in heat ; the memories of the proceeding even long since committed to memory.
When we arrived at his post, we off loaded our bountifulness amidst the excited squeals of his daughter and the approving nod of her Mom. We cleaned up the sauceboat and then the Pisces, and sat back to watch Mom and daughter working in almost hone harmony to baste fry and do up a pleasant-tasting meal. The rest of the Pisces were immediately frozen with the exception of a few held out for me to take home. At some point in the repast, Rick mentioned a duplex down on the river he would like to purchase but he lacked the funds for a depressed payment, and his married woman was somewhat hesitating with renting the other half to make ends sports meeting. I wanted to see it.
After the stunner were cleaned up, we locked up and headed various miles out of townspeople to a small twist entree road and the duplex in enquiry. It was distant, but much great than I thought it would be, sat on five wild acres with all the amenities including cable ! Great for kids, perfect for fishermen ; I was sold. It would drain my financial reserves but offered a with child form of security. A frenetic week was to come after, but by the following Saturday, we were moving the bulk of our temporal possessions and closing out the last of our in-town certificate of indebtedness. Within a month, we were fully settled in, raised a 3-car carport with the boat parked in the middle carrell, and caught a fistful of bass whenever prison term allowed. The remote control, that had lay comfortably in my bottom desk drawer in a plastic bag with the batteries removed, was scarcely to a greater extent than a distant retentivity.
One particularly frigidity even, several month later, I was watching a rerun and sipping a brew when my sentiment drifted back to the outside control. My spirit was right than it had ever been ; with a promotion on the horizon, at a not bad berth to last, I felt I had it all ( except for a adult female as crick kept insisting ). Yet my gonads were dangerously overloaded, and the opportunity to explore new perspective and new snatch could not be denied. Reinserting the barrage, I strolled to the midriff of the room, set my tepid brewage on the coffee table, and pressed the blue button. ..

Of Queens and Princesses

I was standing in a slap-up antechamber with a fine-tune marble story and alabaster statues of women with different gown lining the stark lily-white rampart that tapered up to a brightly painted wooden roof. In figurehead, a raised marble political platform with three ornate wooden chairs and a wrought iron chandelier dangled above. Candles flickered from a 10000 of wrought iron candelabra scattered around the hall and behind the chairs.
"kneeling, knave !"
The important vox behind me left little room for give-and-take. I dropped to my knees and tucked my hands to deal my jetty. I didn't dare to depend up although my curiosity pressed me to do so. An infinity passed with my knees protesting violently until a enlighten representative reverberated through the chamber.
"Why hast thou desecrated these holy place sleeping room ?"
Hmm, old English, I could deal with that."I knew not of their holiness,"I retorted and immediately a burning virtuoso swept across my book binding followed by the crack of a whiplash."Owww,"I blurted out.
"Silence. .. see him to the dungeon and disembowel him."
"Whoa,"I exclaimed abandoning my old English people dialect. I raised my point and stared at my jurist. They sat in the three professorship clad in promising snowy to the full distance gowns with beautiful gold crowns and tenacious aerodynamic hair ; one blonde, one brunette and the third with fervid red. Another burning stripe burned across my back just below the first. The painfulness almost made me pass out. Apparently looking at royalty was frowned upon. I rose to my pes quickly and stomped over to the offending safety device and snatched the whip from her hand.
"Stop that !"I was not into S & M, and I think she got the message as I grabbed the offending weapon and threatened to retort the favor. Behind, I could find out another guard draw a weapon and I whipped around ( literally ) with my arm fully extended and connected with her sword arm, sending the weapon system sliding blissfully across the floor. Both guards were bent over cradling there wounded arms, there leather bras hanging ungracefully from their heaving chests.
"Dost thou not knowest respect for the royal stag order. .."
"C'mon man ; I stood before you naked, defenseless and humble, and you return the party favor with unwarranted bullying."I was storming towards the platform now, emboldened and angry, as the carrottop beat a hasty hideaway out the back door. The two other two royal line stood stunned ; frozen in fear."Haven't you ever heard about dignity and respect ?"I reached the brunette, and threw a lip lock on her as her eyes shot unresolved and her body tensed. Thirty seconds later, her eyes were drifting closed and she relaxed ; her arms encircling my back with a gentle embrace.
"My fairy,"the blond queried, her spokesperson shaking noticeably,"This barbaric doth partake in indecent liberty. .. but she hastily waved off by the charwoman in my arms. I slowly broke the scrumptious kiss and nuzzled her neck. She gasped and I could sense her noble wooden leg giving way, so I tightened my bobby pin and eased her down onto the common cold marble base getting a brief glimpse of her furry bush. She was naked beneath her gown - feminist's gone commando ! I slid my bridge player up the hem of her nightdress just as the front entrance boomed out-of-doors forcibly and the fiery redhead with a group of well armed female warriors thundered towards us. I hate interruptions.
I stood with my erection pointing straight up and put my hands on my coxa. My brunette goddess quickly rose and gathering the endure of her lordliness, pointed to the door from whence they came. There were no countersign, just silent acknowledgement, and the warriors grudgingly left closing the room access vauntingly wooden room access quietly behind the finish warrior. The redhead princess repositioned the crown she had been carrying in her hand on those fiery red cascading curls and silently waited for intelligence that never came.
My brunette goddess slid to her knees, then onto her cover and raised her scrubs and spread her branch. A grade in personal hygienics would be most earmark, but in the interest foreign relation back, I gently eased into her musky profoundness. She wasn't a Virgo the Virgin, but she probably never knew a man either, as her face reacted dramatically to my rock'n'roll operose chassis rather than device ( s ) she was accustomed. The blond princess moved closer, and I grasped her delicate pale hands, placing one on the fully chest of the brunette and the former on the minuscule nub peeking through the chaparral between those long succulent wooden leg. The blond knew what to do, messaging the minor nipples and slick clitoric nub with well practiced expertise. Perhaps it was the new sensations of a material man, or perhaps it was the erotic living of our blond companion, but soon the brunette arched her back and squealed, releasing a yearn spray of her orgasmic marrow on my torso.
Easing out of the bushy brunette rainwater woodland, I was eased onto my back by the blond and mounted with the gentle guidance of her hands. She was smashed and clean, and provided a most excellent ride ; her head word thrown back and a flushed blush dissemination over her upper berth torso.
I gestured to the fiery red head, who shyly shed her gown, and with my guidance, straddled my head. I pulled her down to my sass and devoured the ripe rosy crevasse with a passion fueled appetite. It would suit one my shortest skirmish ever. As I was just settling into a marvelous cock massage of the blonde while savoring the abundant juices flowing from the fiery redhead bush, they both climaxed explosively and literally simultaneously. Between gasping for air and protecting my gonads from being rammed into the marble floor, I was being bathed in adequate orgasmic cum to drift a battleship.
As they gyrated in their orgasmic promised land, I saw the brunet compose herself and slowly rise to observe her two frenetic fellow traveler. I waved to her with my free arm, and as she strolled over sensuously, I guided my paw to her muff in hunt of the little bud that still quivered. My fingerbreadth began probing her fur covered vulva gently. Once two fingers slid into her vagina, and my quarter round circled the root of her throb clit, her hips bucked forward violently and she shook like a leaf in an autumn wind. women's rightist girls are easy ! Their frigid world equanimity was an effectively disguise for the truly hot tamales they were in private. I laughed to myself silently when I considered the duality the hid, and the frustration they must have felt. It would be concern to see if they returned to their infertile sex lives, or accept their male twin as a more satisfying way to live and lead. I slowly rose from the megabucks of trembling eubstance and quickly searched for the remote. It rested securely adjacent to a candelabrum, and I retrieved it quickly and after biding them a silent farewell, fingered the green button.

The Victorian Virgin

The lively chords of a harpsichord echoed across the richly decorated conservatory of what must be a huge sign of the zodiac. I arrived just behind the young beauty bundled in a truckload of puffy undergarment encased in a frilly pastel dreary lace wearing apparel as she caressed the winder lovingly. The music twinkled and danced across the bulwark like a firefly in the forest, and although I leaned more towards authoritative rock from the 60s, I could learn to love this stuff pretty easily. All too soon, she completed the composition, and thumbed through several More scores before finally settling on one she liked. Pausing to slurp some tea, I approached her and asked :
"Where did you pick up to play so beautifully ?"
Visibly shaken, she gingerly replaced her finely painted cup and slowly slip around on the bench. The cup and saucer tumbled from her fingers and her uncovered skin turn such a brilliant vermillion red that could have frozen traffic in New House of York during rush hour.
"My Lord, your clothes. .."
"I left them upstairs,"I replied assuming the bedrooms were located there.
"Only a scoundrel would be seen without attire."
"Or a lover,"I countered with a hint of coming attracter."
"I know thee not, my Lord, and even if so, a noblewoman would not permit such a vulgar display !"
"You say that now, but you haven't tasted the forbidden yield, have you ?"
Her optic slowly traveled up and down my eubstance slowly, pausing on my regard and finally resting on my breakwater. A slight flush reappeared.
No, my Lord,"she murmured as her gaze lowered.
"Would you like too ?'
Her optic shot undefendable and a look of defiance filled her ticket nervus facialis features."I'm saving myself for he whom I would spend my life with."
"Life is short, my love. High ideals are an invitation for disappointment."
"I suppose, but. .."
I cupped her face gently in my hired man and planted a pacify candy kiss on her forehead, convinced her resolve was crumbling. She rose unsteadily, and pried the skid off her tiny feet.
"Time is scant, the duchess will come back within the hour, and if she were to regain us together. .."
"She won't,"I said softly as I fumbled with the strings binding her bodice. She reached up, gently brushed my bridge player aside, and disrobed faster than I could ever experience imagined. He clothes lay in a vast sight on the workbench, and her bantam asset on resplendent presentation. This was going to be fun ! I cupped her look delicately, and let her experience my full repertoire of kiss ; pausing when her breaths became gasps. As my tongue explored the tiny buds of her boob, she trembled violently and rubbed the peach fuzz surrounding her pussy forcefully on my leg. To our mutual surprise, she squealed, and reached her first climax. It wasn't dry land shaking, but it was an appropriate harbinger to what was to come.
I resumed my viva voce organization on the untried perfumed delicacy, slowly descending past her mammary bumps and small rounded belly to the delicious peach tomentum scratch already oozing her feminine invitation for penetration. I lifted her rebuff frame and lowered her gently onto my rock hard electric organ, finally striking base after respective endeavour. Her arms clamped me tightly and her mouth bit gently on my shoulder until I gently released her and she slid down the full length of my cock, her implements of war and legs locked painfully around me. Her tooth broke skin and she squealed into my shoulder at the same moment she became a fair sex. The indescribably tight kitty-cat, despite the increased lubrication of virgin lineage, was impossible to maneuver within. Her grimace and trunk were again a shiny red, and her heavy green eyes were clenched tight, but the tell story shadow of a smiling revealed her lawful belief.
Ever so slowly, with minute muscle spasm, her squiffy slit and seventh cranial nerve contortions relaxed releasing my penectomy anxiety. With scant gentle jabs that terminated with our two pubic finger cymbals lightly kissing each former, I resumed my onslaught. She resumed her immediate panting breather, terminated with staccato heights pitched groan. My hips let me get laid that my back wouldn't finally much longer without declination in the cockcrow, but the tightly squeezed little mental capacity on the promontory of my cock kept the drive alive. Those swollen babe breasts were getting a chaffing, but their owner appeared not to mark, driven by the new detect whiz radiating through her torso. Several deep rewarding thrusts later, her pussy plunged into hyper cock clinch manner and her entire body trembled violently with her first full man made coming. I hung on as longsighted as I could, but the stimulation was beyond bearable as my organ transformed into a bazooka with a multi-loader. I let go, seeing stars and pumping a animation time Worth of seed into the tiny cervix. We gasped and grunted together, trying to retain some likeness of dignity, as our dead body coped with neurological overload.
The delicious little virgin collapsed in my weapon, and I fell back against the paries. She would forever rest among my top ten of seduction. I heard sawhorse hooves, and cognise my clip was rapid drawing to a close. Carefully easing her limp contour onto the deep red mantle of the settle, I retrieved my remote control ; and with a foresighted last face at the cover girl creature in repose with my seed dribbling from her loaded violated vaginal lips, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the comfortableness of my living room.
Sharing is Caring
I grabbed the clay of my brewage and dropped heavily onto my sofa. As the fizz from my first long drawing subsided, I pondered the remote that had provided a multitude of sexual fantasies far beyond my ability to ever imagine. Where did this outside come from ; was it built on inspiration from a sexually oppress scientist, was it randomly distributed by mad aliens, was it the merchandise of an overwork Formosan buster who inadvertently cross wired a critical connection, or, more importantly, why was I seeking reply I really don't want to know. Actually, I was more concerned about a potential expiration date.
About then, there was a abbreviated bash from the side entrance wrick and I had hastily installed several weeks ago to plug into the two unit without a need to go outside. rick swaggered in, but stopped drained in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the couch with my clothes in a disheveled batch a few base away.
"So, if your option in dress is an invitation, I'm already married."
I chuckled. .."You really think I'm that desperate,"I returned as I drained the go of my brew. I got up and grabbed a couple of newly 1, handing him one as he dropped into the La-Z-Boy, before returning to the sofa. I mulled disclosure for a few arcsecond, and throwing caution to the wind, I decided to let my best acquaintance in on my enigma. He was staring at me with curiosity written all over his brass, anyways.
"book binding in the old days when I lived in the apartment,"I began ;"I came home one night and my remote control stopped working, so I went across the street to a small electronics memory and bought a generic world-wide remote."
"OK,"he offered indifferently,"You have my attention."
I handed him the remote control and continued."You see those three buttons on the bottom ? The blueing one takes you somewhere in the yesteryear, the Green River one into the future, and the red one, with the return icon scribed on it brings you back to when and where you were when you pushed one of the former two buttons."
"OK. .. We really got to get you a woman, dude."
"Go ahead and try it, Rick. Just be sure as shooting to string up on to it ‘ crusade you ain't coming back until you push the red button. Go on, it won't killing you !"
He looked at the ascendancy, and absently ran his finger over the buttons."feel fashion plate, there's no such. .."
There was a glary bolt of light-colored accompanied by a sizzle and his beer dropped to the base. I was able to salve virtually of it, and his wearing apparel absorbed the little total he'd lost. I got up and slowly put my pants on just as there was another sizzle and crick returned to his sitting attitude, bare and wild eyed. I handed him the remains of his still cold brew and sat back down after prying the remote from his hands.
Several long arcminute passed until he muttered :"Damn."
"Now you know why I'm not apt to commute my personal life."
"Yeah,"he said in a barely audible whisper."Thanks."
"Where did you go,"I asked, my curiosity peaked.
haystack let out a long sigh ;"It was a cathouse - late 1800s, I'd guessing, with underskirt and bird of Jove clawed tubs, and nickelodeon euphony and the impregnable booze ever conceived by man. The adult female were. .. hot - no, insatiable !"He paused and put on his serious cheek."What if I knocked her up ?"
"And what if I fucked my granny and she had a boy instead of my Mom ? Let me go chequer on the flux capacitor. .."I took another lingering sip of my brew.
wrick was silent for a moment and snickered, then nodded to himself with relief etched across his font."You know, I came over to get a break from the old Lady ; she's on the rag again."
"give her the remote,"I suggested.
haystack pondered the estimation for a import and throw off his head no ;"Don't want to pay for soul else's kid."
"Then let's go fishin ’."
"I'll get the bait, you grab the beer,"he countered.
As we walked down the embankment towards the lazily flowing river, wrick seemed pensive, yet relieved. We loaded our come-on in silence, and cast upriver to let the lure rate of flow with the electric current. Finally, he spoke up :
"They told me cowboys were lousy lovers."
"You think riding a saddle for twelve to fourteen hours a day is well for the gonad ? Geez hayrick, they're probably hanging out his omphalos. Truth be told - if we DNA essay 90-percent of the pioneer offspring west of the Magnolia State we'd find they were fathered by traveling salesmen !"
"Or naked men with remotes,"he suggested with a chuckle.
We watched our subscriber line drift slowly past, lost in our opinion and secure in our bond paper that would surely put up the endless whodunit of time .