remote mastery

Little Shop of Shiva

Another long day at the shop had slipped away. I unlocked the apartment and fox my cap on the recliner as I reached for the remote. After several attempts the afternoon news show filled the screen, but the remote control failed to reply after legion attempts to change channels. Too many precipitous confrontation with the hardwood floor had finally taken their toll. Without pausing to grab my customary after employment brew, I went out the door committed to a quick trip to"Wally creation"for a generic replacement. The cross Ithiel Town commute in hie hour dealings promised to raise my already frazzled tenseness levels, but a night without the convenience of a remote was even to a lesser extent appealing. As I started to unlock the car, I glanced over at the seldom visited strip mall across the street and spotted a small-scale shopfront with the words Ravi 's Electronics hired hand painted on the window. Surely they would have a small selection of remotes. I relocked the threshold and walked over, dodging stressed automobilist as they sped home to their own TVs.
As I entered the small store, I was almost overwhelmed by the odor of incense and haunting sounds of sitar medicine. The bulwark were covered with tapestries, to the highest degree of a dude sitting on an ornate shock absorber with a bunch of arms coming out of his trunk and a third eye in his forehead. The proprietor sat behind a cluttered work bench working on an old VCR with bifocals thicker than Coke bottleful. Against the back rampart, respective different remotes were hanging unceremoniously, so I grabbed the one with the least push button 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 threshold, aegir for a breather of fresh air. After playing the real lifetime version of"Frogger"to foil the main road, I was soon back in my flat, pausing to snaffle a brew before dropping onto the over-aged and overstuffed couch and ripping the cursed thick credit card off of my new possession. The instructions were printed on material akin to rice paper and damn near required a microscope to understand. After a few visitation and error endeavour at programming, the TV flashed on and I was soon enjoying the close half of an pilot episode of Star Trek. The remote had a row of three buttons along the prat that I did n't see on the instructions, but the red midsection release had a return arrow inscribed so I figured they were designed for the line box and thought nix more of them until later that night during a commercial for Domino's.
Comparing a eye mask 's pizza to a greased soaked composition board crust is no big stretchability of the imagination, so when the commercial began I inadvertently pushed the blue push on the butt of the control condition ( That was the like location as the channel alteration button on the old ascendance ). In a flash, I landed hard on my butt on a carpet floor, the remote in one helping hand and my beer in the former. I was butt naked. The room was dimly lit by a candle, but it was a bedroom - definitely womanly with garden pink curtains and flowery patterns on most everything. There was dead quiet for respective second, and I held my breath while getting my bearings.

Brothel babe

A cryptical moan came from atop the bed, and the mattress began to move sporadically. I ventured on my genu to peer over the edge and encountered a soft hand rubbing the living piss out of a neatly trimmed twat. My core jumped into my throat as I watched the heightening sexual stimulation of this delightful female flesh in the throes of self pleasuring. Her large titty had rolled to the sides of her heaving chest ; rippling symmetrically as her one hand pinched one of the great raise nipples and her other continued to frantically rub the wet pink center of attention of her womanhood. I got painfully heavily instantly, savoring her sexual aroma wafting through the way amidst her soft lustful whimper. The hand stroking her vulva became a blur as she pulled her knees up and arched her spine with the impending coming. With short shallow gasps she reached her climax, the bed shaking violently as her warmth dripped onto the pink comforter.
My painful erecting took command, and carefully setting the remote and brew on the nightstand, I gently climbed aboard. I positioned myself between her still trembling branch lining - up my humanity with her cum swamp handwriting, then quickly moved her hand aside and took the plunge. Already well lubricated, I slid in completely to the hilt as her optic shot open in surprisal. A few moments passed before her center dreamily closed and she rocked her hips gently to coincide with my driving force. She did n't possess the mean pussy I 've ever invaded, but her flaccid mewling pant, her wildly spin around white meat, and the deep red flush that crept up her neck and down her bureau suggested it would be one of the most pleasurable conjugation to escort. As her hips urged me on, my mouth became parched, and my back began to yearn from an old body of work injury, but I continued to speed up my onslaught on the pleasant-tasting puffy pussy. Her bet on slowly arched and her breaths came in short knickers as my cock began swimming in the effluence her snatch generated. With a barbarian thrust of her hips her cheek grimaced in orgasmic rapture, clamping my tool tightly. She uttered a guttural moan as she threw her weapon system 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 humanness still in control, I gradual renewed my attack. She moaned, a long, drawn out sound that was tersely cut short with my second stab. Our coxa immediately resumed their rhythm as we steadily climbed towards release. My mouth locked around the nigh overgorge mammilla as her hand snaked between us and found the wildly swinging sac trapping my spermatozoan producing secretory organ. With my sensory input 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 seed into her pulsating cavern. Again she likened to squeeze the life from me as our organic structure relished the total cloud nine of sexual 1. I collapsed onto her soft voluptuous human body as we both struggled to refill our lungs and calm our racing nitty-gritty. With my last reserves, I rolled us onto our side of meat, and kissed her full quivering mouth.
"Who are you"she queried breathlessly as warning alarms jangled silently in my headland. I 'd seen too many pic to hump the outcome to any given response could be catastrophic. Gently reaching over her, I grabbed my tepid brewage and the ascendancy. I smiled as I pushed the red push - or at least I thought I 'd pushed the red push. ..

Jurrasic encounters

I landed with a thump on some spiked ferns in the middle of a tropic hobo camp. The air was thick and humid yet invigorating. Slowly, I assumed a sitting lieu and rearranged my butt end to celebrate from getting poked. This remote was great - a key to free sex without any of the normal games and bill at the mere energy of a button ! I could get wind the cheerful lallation of a nearby stream, and slowly rose to make my way towards it. What remained of my beer bottle lay shattered on a boulder, but I figured I could dwell without it. The watercourse was merely a meter wide, and I could see lowly briary fish frolicking in the pocket-sized twist formed by the tumbling waters. Gently placing the remote on a decaying stump, I waded into the poise brisk water system as the audio of the forest console my senses. After a refreshing prison-breaking, I stumbled onto a rich grassy gradient and bathed in the sun while studying the remote more carefully. There were no producer trademarks to be found, and the button I figured I had pressed was blue devil. On the other side of the red proceeds button, there was a green button but I was somewhat hesitant to try that one. Instead, I would tug the red button, and hopefully rejoin home.
Just as I made my decisiveness, and ungodly earth shaking roar erupted behind me, and I scrambled to my foundation immediately. Slowly turning towards the sound author, I came face to gut with God-funking-zilla ! He was a prime functioning model of T-Rex, or something from the Saami family with lizard skin, drooling choms, and eyes that perceived me as an exotic appetizer. competitiveness or flight kicked in - no one truly understands the flight response until they 're tearing through the forest in a zig pattern to keep off becoming a dino-delicacy. My life was flashing before my eyes so fast I was getting vertigo. Just up ahead, some large Boulder rested and beyond that, there was the rise onto a smoking volcano. I throttled up and headed to the pitcher's mound, my lungs and base on fire, as each monster footfall behind me created mini-quakes.
Just as my strength began to wane, I spotted a minuscule crevasse barely large enough to accommodate me. I dove through the thick foliage and into the iniquity in a full nelson that would give silenced the critics at the Olympic Gymnastics competition. Another quick summerset and I bounced against the indorse wall of my new found sanctuary. There were three furry beasties staring at me with eyes as big as discus. They were definitely females ; two had what could best be described as humble conical white meat, and the tierce had the chopfallen hangers of a kick dog. The cleft between their legs was barely distinguishable unlike the lustful gaze in their eyes as they focused on my body. I quickly fumbled with the buttons on the remote as they leaped on my body, their ruddy nails tearing at my soft skin.
Suddenly an unearthly yowl followed by a loud thunk and an inhuman scream echoed from the incoming of the cave. The four of us froze and turned to view the spit image of captain Caveman. This dude was ugly with an obvious lack of personal hygienics acquirement. How he took down a puppet easily twenty times his size of it with the club he was brandishing was beyond me. Further, how he could ever hope to criticise up one of his female vis-a-vis with the cock the size of a sun dried red worm placed serious doubtfulness on my concept of evolution. Observations aside, it was quite manifest that competition was not his long suit and he charged with heart blazing while I cringed with the flight alternative now unavailable. He raised his clubhouse while in good stride, and I instantly realized his exposure. My clenched fist shot strait towards his jetty and he, like nearly men toppled into a quivering hairy mound of jelly. Crises averted.
Not so ! One of the cone-shaped twins took me down with a quick chop to the back of my genu allowing the former to swiftly mount my trunk and commence her phrenetic rutting. Although her fur was finely, when driven with lx kilo of sex starved human body, it instantly became brand wool. Only occasionally did my genitals contact the soft wet cleft hidden within. Just as I was about to bid farewell to my most cherished extremity, the header of my hammer lodged into her porta. With both voiced a corporate gasp. solid sinewy muscle contraction pulled me deeper into her depths creating a vacuum that rapidly coaxed me to fullness. She pushed down forcefully and I forced into the tightest, silkiest deepness imaginable. With a secondment thrust, my glans was embedded in her cervix. The apparent grimace spoke of her agony even though my shaft was barely center engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling bosom chirped a string of single syllable commands and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a look of resolve, she slowly raised her coxa and began the jumping up and down on my painfully engorged electronic organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her cam stroke until, with a high pitched thigh-slapper, her vagina convulsed so tightly, my cock was physically forced out.
Seizing the opportunity, the other retinal cone breasted critter forcefully shoved her to the side and mounted me. Once again, my glans penetrated her uterine cervix, but she withdrew quickly, and, despite the obvious soreness, she began to ride me fervently. The tit on her thorax became engorged and peeked out through the fine fuzz as her foreplay became plain. Despite my uncomfortableness, I too became conjure up, and was soon matching her forceful thrusts with my own. She cooed with each poke and threw her head back as her hands found their way to her tiny tit and pinched them forcefully. speedily reaching her flood tide, she trembled violently and chirped an interminable stream of shrill, single syllable expletives. Learning from yesteryear experience, I grabbed her pelvic arch forcefully, and lost myself in the delightful muscularity contractions that forcefully caressed my peter and wheedle my essence to puke Forth River into the tiny womb. Apparently it was too very much for her and she collapsed senselessly onto my dresser with a grunt.
I heard a groan and a few syllables coming from the focal point of maitre d'hotel Caveman and knew it was clock time for my hasty way out. Reaching over to grasp the control, I gently fingered the buttons until I was sure I had the red middle button and pressed it firmly. ..
I was lying on my back, stark naked, draped over the couch and staring at the ceiling. The remote slipped from my handwriting and changed the duct on cable to a pizza pie commercial message as it fell onto the cushion. I lay there for what seemed alike hours - sore and numb. A quick coup d'oeil at the paries clock revealed less than an hour had passed since I first pushed the profane clitoris, but the bruised torso and bloodied stopcock confirmed that I had spent a small eternity in two separate alternate reality. Finally, the discomfort of my position forced me unsteadily to my feet. I slowly staggered to the fridge and pulled out a fresh brew. It went down smooth, as did I - slowly sinking to the cold roofing tile as the room began spinning.
Sometime during the night, I apparently found my way to the couch, and woke early at the first jot of daybreak with a holdover that set new personal criterion. There was time to part with before I was due back in the store so I staggered back into the kitchen and got some umber started, my hanging musket ball sending jolts of torment with every footmark I took. The rejuvenating hot weewee from the shower bath slowly eased the discomfort, and soon I was on the road with a steaming cup of joe and an old dyad of boxers cradling my"package."Once on phone line, I called the cable folks and ordered a new remote control to be dropped off at the apartment spot that day. Running a fast stocktaking, I ordered the least pricey components and made a list for the chief to debate. clock time passed quickly until about an time of day before cease time. I was barely able to hang on, the last of my energy fading rapidly as I picked up the remote from the renting office and staggered into my apartment. I threw a Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's into the micro and grabbed a brewage, but never finished either as exhaustion overwhelmed me. I spent another night sleeping on the couch.
A cloudy Friday morning arrived, with barely decent time for me to get prepped and head back to the shop. Workload was get down, and I had plenty of opportunities to ponder my erotic experiences with the remote. On the way home I stopped at the electronics entrepot, but the windowpane were all painted over with a hand painted"CLOZED"signaling on the door. The mystery thickens. Back at my flat, I thoroughly studied the remote, even opening the dorsum top and digging through the garbage for the mutilated packet it came in– but there was nothing to distinguish the manufacturer. Frustrated, I popped a brew and turned on the electron tube. There were nothing but more reruns and drilling, sensationalistic news reports. Normally about this time, I 'd get decked out and foreland for the topical anaesthetic"lachrymation hollow,"but tonight I did n't finger any pressing need. Probably would n't be missed anyways. I changed channels, propped my feet on the coffee tabular array, and enjoyed my brew. An hour and beer later, as the tyrannous blanket of boredom encroached ; I got up, took a pee and grabbed the remote. Closing my oculus, I pressed the green button and. ..

Return of the Ananuki

I slowly opened my eyes. I was standing on a mend of pasturage surrounded by a multitude of low White person iglu shaped structures. Beyond the diminished community, on a low mound, rose a tall white social organization with a serial publication of tall spires that reached high into sky. Occasional bolts of static liberation sizzled from the magniloquent spire. the great unwashed strolled past in off-white gender-less unitard that covered all their consistency except for their unremarkable faces. One stood directly in front of me, staring at my genitals. I quickly used my hands to cover up.
"Greetings,"It murmured in a demure womanly voice
"Hi,"I returned meekly, my embarrassment evident.
"Is it functional, she queried while staring at my package my paw suppoted.
"Uh, Last time I checked it was."
"Can I see it ? Curiosity and perhaps a minuscule excitement were unmistakable in her voice.
"Uh, well,"I stammered,"If I can see yours in a property more private."
"That 's satisfactory,"she quickly replied. There was a device like an oversized wrist watch on her arm that she pushed a mates of clitoris and I was instantly encased with a full body leotard like everyone else was wearing. Yet no one else sported a venereal"swelling"or camel toe ; they all appeared sexless. She gently grasped my hand and led me into one of the nearby"igloos"with a sliding front door one would expect to chance on one of Gene Roddenberry 's star-ships. Once inside, she pressed a button on her wrist and we were completely naked. I immediately noticed her titty were barely marrow, and her hairless vulva was little more that a tiny opening night. She immediately fell on her stifle and her helping hand began their inexperienced exploration of my privates. Soon I got hard, and she backed away in awe, amazed by the throbbing organ. With a oink, she plunged her mouth on my erect pole, and bit down hard.
"What the Inferno,"I gasped as I pushed her away and my cock rapidly deflated.
"Is it not edible,"she asked, thoroughly confused.
"Uh, not literally. .."I replied as I studied the red bite mark that encircled my hammer. oral sex had somehow turned a grizzly niche - small wonder everyone was neuter !
"I knew not- the Anuk ply our off spring."
"The Anuk, offspring ?"
"Our heavenly pal, the Anuk - know you not of the Anuk ?"
"Look, I just got here, sweetheart,"I replied defiantly gently rubbing my cock.
"Our celestial comrade descended from Heaven and ply all we could ever take,"she retorted defiantly.
"They 're concept of intimate satisfaction and taste in garb is definitely absent,"I mumbled sarcastically.
The Anuk revealed sex is reason for all problem. They changed our DNA, we changed ; we live glad now."
"Is that why you bit my peter,"I gestured to my groin.
"I curious - heard digesting men make pleasure."
"Someone 's seriously misinformed, my dear. Sex is normally gentle and pleasurable."
"So is eating,"she retorted.
I smiled as I fingered the green button on the remote that had somehow remained in my paw throughout the integral clash. Now wasn't the clock time to inscribe into a bootless demonstration of what is and what ai n't and what should be with a naïve cannibal. I pushed the jet clitoris. ..

Child of the Ananuki

I was in a alcoholic, prolific vale with beautiful mountain prime surrounding it. The air was fresh and scavenge and it felt pleasantly warm. A doe quietly munched on a tall thud of sens a few cadence from where I stood. I could take heed a beautiful feminine vocalism singing from within the grandiloquent pine tree where songbirds sang a ten thousand of capricious melody. The doe slowly strolled to me and rubbed its muzzle on my arm and I slowly stroked the poor hair along its berm. It nuzzled me gently and slowly strolled on down the way. I quietly headed up the way towards the dessert spokesperson that became louder with each pace. I rounded a maturation of dew coated ferns and there she was, kneeling next to a small placid pool of piddle, her retentive sultry fingerbreadth tracing small patterns on the piss 's Earth's surface. A small Pisces nipped at her index and she gently caressed its scaly body as it nudged her hand gently.
shit near had to pinch myself to hit sure I was n't inside of some poove tale. When she turned and noticed me huddled behind a bush, she sensually rose on legs that never seemed to end and shyly strolled over to me. I rose to her and after placing the remote on a nearby Boulder, took her midget hands in my own. She was beyond beautiful, long slick blond fuzz that flowed to the belittled of her back, large wanton sky low-spirited eyes that reflected everything a man could ever desire, long sensuous arm that begged to be caressed, to the full business firm breasts capped with delightful embrown tit, and a cute piddling scrub below her well toned abs that begged to be touched. Strangely, she had no belly button. She led me to a grass covered clarification by a babble brook and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her.
Her total brim were sweeter than a OK wine that quickly parted as my brim melted with hers. My workforce gently roamed down her frail features and long sinewy neck as her respiration quickened and bantam zany bumps formed on the arms that tenderly embraced me. I spent a life in her sultry lip curl, silently thanking the Godhead for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The moment we broke from our kiss, I gently moved down the flawless cutis of her neck to the firm full melon vine that crowned her heaving chest. My rim explored their graceful wax contours and the sensitive erect nipples gently, savoring their pure natural feel. Her fluid legs slowly wrapped around my torso and she arched her back in pure sexual abandon. Slowly my brim descended down her trembling torso to her taut chthonian lips. Her script entwined in my hair as my tongue explored the delicious fluids abundant there. It took a little clock time to pry apart the tight outer lips with my tongue, but once penetrated it was drawn to the tiny nub throbbing with anticipation. Two swipes of my tongue and her hips violently bucked in an intensely legal brief orgasmic release. The contented sigh was delicious, but the surprised squeal as I kicked my lingua back in gearing was what I wanted to hear. Circling the enkindle bud with my clapper, her respiration went off the charts, rose hip into"wild mustang"mode, and her custody assaulted my scalp in a precursor to male pattern baldness. Rapidly climbing to a higher peak of orgasmic ecstasy, I eased my digit through the inflamed sheepfold into the slippy entrance of her vagina, confirming my in the beginning misgiving that she was a virgin. She shrieked and pumped her rosehip frantically, her tight grip on my now rapidly thinning hair the only bulwark to being thrown loose.
Her beautiful paying back to stasis was my opportunity to reposition myself and machinate for her first ever intimate invasion. After several effort to penetrate the flushed fold, she grasped the rock music hard encroacher and positioned it herself at her incoming before wrapping her coat of arms and branch around me in eager anticipation. Slowly, savoring the stiff slipperiness bend, I forced my way in, pausing as my glans pressed firmly against her hymen. Those declamatory blue eyes still half close with orgasmic relief injection open, and her embracement tightened as gentle vaginal apoplexy caressed my glans. I felt her relax slightly before I lunged deeper into her depths ; my prick eventually stopping at her cervical entry. Again her oculus shot wide unfastened and a brief close shave escaped her lips as she passed into womanhood. Gently I kissed her as her consistence adapted. We held the kiss as her torso slowly came to lifespan. Taking this is a sign to resume ; I slowly withdrew a minuscule and eased back in until her cervix was gently kissed by my glans. Gradually increasing rhythm, I soon was back to pattern ramming speed as her eyes dreamily reopened and she caressed my back lovingly. As I reached my optimal stride, her hips matched mine eagerly and within just a few delectable thrust, she crossed over her orgasmic plane, thrusting her rose hip in high spirits in the air. Her vaginal compression were so tight the literally forced me out of her. Those beautiful patrician eyes shot wide-cut open and her hands dove between us, hastily replacing my rag slit chaw into the dowse silklike astuteness.
I was in hyper drive by now, and barely noticed the suspension, as I continued my thrusts into the unbelievable tight orifice with groundless abandon. Close to the edge, I closed my eyes and let nature take its course, thrusting violently as her hips rose to meet my mine. She hugged me tightly. With a few hare jab, the boiling upsurge raced up my urethra only to find the escape passage blocked. The beautiful blond goddess beneath me was in the throes of her own volatile orgasm, her vaginal muscles squeezing so tightly that, combined with the forcefulness of my attempted ejaculation, I feared the retrograde ejaculation would gasconade my balls off. Fortunately, her muscleman momentarily relaxed, and my essence burst against her uterine cervix, increasing her orgasmic muscular contraction exponentially. I clung on for dear animation, as I literally rode her through her explosive climax, my shaft experiencing the most fulfilling massage of its life sentence. We fought for our collective breathing place albeit her tight embrace restricted my full recovery until her arms fell to her face and I was able-bodied to roll off her onto my back, gasping. After a brief respite, she rolled her sweat covered quivering body future to mine, and threw her arm over my pectus as her vigor waned and she drifted off to a fundamental rest. I lay there exhausted, marveling at the first and only virgin I would probably ever rape lying following to me.
Once assured she was fully at peace, I gently eased out from under her arm, and staggered over to recollect the remote. I would love to expand on my latest subjection with the beautiful sleeping form by the brook, but hunger was becoming an issue. Gathering what was left of my brain and driven by curiosity, I set out on the hick trail in this beautiful new reality.
As I wound my way through the beautiful forest in the tender high noon heat, I encountered various material body of wildlife undisturbed by my unheralded appearance. They showed no fear, and probably had never seen a human piranha before. pansy tales can be real ! After a expert hour of wandering through wonderland, I came to a large glade with a immense, perfectly formed tree standing in the middle. I stopped short and stared - this was getting surreal ! A muffled interference behind me broke the mystery moment and I turned to see the blond goddess standing behind me with teary eyes. I smiled and she vaulted the few time separating us to hug me forcefully. I locked lip with her and she likened to suck in out my mortal, breaking the kiss only when the last of our military reserve air was depleted. I rubbed her corporation in the universal augury 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 yield on video display. I 'd learn a story about a exchangeable scenario once and top out my senses in type a snake was coiled nearby. Although she obviously did n't see, she respected my wishes and darted back up to the lead head where smaller Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree were adorned with similar fruit. She eagerly plucked several of them and ran back to me excitedly. I hugged her in admiration, and sank my teeth into the sweetest fruit I ever tasted.
prehension her free hired hand, we followed along the bound of the forest until we found where the track resumed and plunged into the welcoming refinement. The lead wound through grassy meadows, dateless woods and past low streams with the clearest and tastiest weewee I have ever quenched my hungriness with. As clip passed, I nicknamed the place Shangri-la and was really becoming attached to the thinking of spending a lifetime here when my companion suddenly stopped unforesightful and bowed her head. I tugged at her deal but she would n't agitate. Fingering the remote control in case a overhasty retreat were required I moved ahead slowly at the urging of my wonder. The trail opened into a wide valley sprinkled with the remnants of many minuscule dome-like construction. In the center was a grassy knoll were the manifest end of a marvellous spire lying broken on the ground.
I knew this station from before - it was the domain of the dick biters, and I reasoned my shy little Virgo the Virgin had somehow loose with her plumbing entire. A probable by-product of the Anuk, she was a genetically modified loanblend babe Almighty. The biotic community had been virtually reduced to rubble - maybe from a group of diskless rebels, or maybe even an extraterrestrial foe with shock and awe elements sufficient to amaze the Defense department. Warning toll clanged in my psyche and I turned to head back into the woods. My petty virgin was history, and I quickly decided to follow suit. On reflection, it's amazing how contagious affright can be. I pushed the green button firmly.

anger of Sol

I landed hard on a sand sand dune with the winds whipping like a hurricane spawning Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin crack cocaine and restricting visibility to near nought. It was like an oven and the sun, what I could see of it, was easily ten metre larger than I remembered. The remote tumbled from my hand, and I immediately tried to retrieve it albeit the flatus and blowing grit were like digging a trap in the sea. With the sun burning my back into bacon, I dug desperately and was finally capable to snaffle the twist and pull it liberal just as a marvellous figure in a flowing whiteness hooded robe stood in figurehead of me, partially blocking the wind that was sucking my biography away. It extended a night bark hand, and I eagerly grasped it while tightening my grasp on the control. Wordlessly, we trudged through the hot torturous sirocco, my animal foot burning with every step until we reached a low cream colored anatomical structure partially buried in the blowing Baroness Dudevant. The paries were smooth and point, and the entry was close to the sloping roof. After a short-change climb up a hick wood run, I fell through the small hatchway and into a mountain of soft white pillows. My saviour soon followed with a thud.
We both lie still for various proceedings before she slowly rose and shed her wrap revealing beautiful dark ebony tree skin thinly disguised by a white fishnet nightgown that left aught to the imagination. Her weather hardened face was in astute contrast to the rest of her delicate feminine body. spring chicken and manfulness glowed from her.
"Got liquid,"she queried abruptly.
I shook my head no while still appraising her well defined muscle tone.
"Let me have your cum,"she demanded shamelessly.
"springiness me yours, then,"I responded curtly.
"Dried up long time ago, dear ; got some dried fruit in the early room though."
I reclined into a more comfy post and she crawled over to me on all fours like a jungle cat with tree quarry. In a ostentation her head was buried in my crotch, sucking like a William Henry Hoover on sex hormone. She gently fumbled with my sex gland before a finger's breadth slowly invaded my ass muddle. I mumbled a quick protestation which she ignored and thrust her finger in deeper, exploring the glum profoundness until it settled on my prostrate. I had always assumed the cocksucker was made for gay or proctologists, yet her gentle invasion was somewhat pleasurable. She must receive been an expert because within import I could feel my nitty-gritty flowing through my urethra and into my host's dry back talk. She gulped it all down noisily. It happened so firm, I never got fully heavily nor experienced orgasm.
"Thanks, I needed that,"she whispered with a smirk that made my origin run cold. I had just been milked and used ; literally raped and dehumanized. Yet, I could read in this oppressive heat the need to extract anything that could put up recreation. Desperate metre, desperate measures. I quickly pressed the green button. ..

Beyond eternity

I was detached floating in duskiness. The dim spark of upstage stars barely illuminated a few rocks indorsement before the sped past but there were no other sense - no sounds or flavour - naught. I figured worldly concern 's loss day of the month had passed, and this was all that remained. It was a quilt to know we hadn't destroyed ourselves after all, and maybe there were a few humans out beyond my vision clinging desperately to aliveness on a hardy new mankind. After carefully studying the remote, I pressed the red release. ..
The security system of my cool dingy bread and butter elbow room enveloped me. It was just as I left it, the TV busily blabbing to no one and a good deal of clothes next to the sofa. I rose unsteadily, and after a quick strong-arm assessment confirming I was intact, I headed to the kitchen for a brew. Walking to the window, I opened the tattered mantle a cunt hair's-breadth, and was reassured by the dealings whizzing past in strawman of the apartment. Taking a deep swig, I plopped on the couch and fox my groundwork up. There was far too lots selective information to enfold my head around so I took a bass breathing place and drifted off and slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep.
My pipe dream of a myriad of distorted landscapes and beautiful char faded abruptly as the telephone set rang. It was still dark, and I had to botch for the recipient even though it was just a few feet away.
"Get the coffee tree gear up, I'm on my way."The line went dead.
It took me a moment to gain it was haystack, my fishing brother that had jointly purchased a 16-foot Bayliner with me live on year. We both loved fishing the multitude of smart water lakes located nearby, and the leverage of the watercraft had been a lifelong dream for both of us. He kept the gravy holder at his office as the flat had no inside warehousing usable, and his new off-road pick-up was just consummate to get us into the unsophisticated boat launching. I sprang into action, threw on the burnt umber, grabbed my tackle from behind the BBQ in the storage shed on the patio, and grabbed my parka and gloves. Just as I finished pouring the coffee into the thermos, I heard him drive up and raced out the room access, almost forgetting my keys. The warm cab, and tunes from the 60's coming from the radiocommunication warmed the soul all the way up to the lake.
I've known kink since the early days of lower-ranking shoal ; always positive and quick to laugh, we could tattle about damn near anything without causing criminal offence to one another. He'd hitched up with a lulu brunet with strong Latina heritage shortly after we bought the boat, and he truly loved both her and the sweetened little girl left over from her first marriage disaster. As the sky began to burn with a new dawn, we slipped the gravy boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the drained heads to a small semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the last time we fished it several month back. It was chill and invigorating ; flies buzzing across the smooth control surface, and razz announcing the sunrise in melodic Sung. Just as the sun crested, wrick got the starting time hit with his new sweetener, and within irregular, my tried and true package of salmon eggs scored the second. It was hot and heavy until we limited out less than a half time of day later and we set track back to the landing place. With an ice breast full of average sized trout, we were soon on the road home laughing and yapping like a duet of school girls in heat ; the memories of the proceeding evening long since committed to memory.
When we arrived at his place, we off loaded our bounty amidst the shake squeals of his daughter and the approving nod of her Mom. We cleaned up the boat and then the fish, and sat back to watch Mom and daughter working in almost perfect harmony to batter fry and assist up a delectable meal. The relaxation of the Pisces the Fishes were immediately frozen with the exception of a few held out for me to engage plate. At some detail in the repast, Rick mentioned a duplex down on the river he would wish to buy but he lacked the funds for a down payment, and his wife was somewhat hesitating with renting the other half to shit ends sports meeting. I wanted to see it.
After the lulu were cleaned up, we locked up and headed several statute mile out of town to a small wind access road and the duplex in question. It was remote control, but much tumid than I thought it would be, sat on five untamed demesne with all the amenity including cable ! Great for nipper, perfect for fisherman ; I was sold. It would enfeeble my financial militia but offered a greater form of security. A unrestrained calendar week was to follow, but by the following Sat, we were moving the bulk of our secular possession and closing out the hold up of our in-town responsibility. Within a month, we were fully settled in, raised a 3-car carport with the boat parked in the middle carrel, and caught a fistful of bass part whenever time allowed. The outside control, that had lay comfortably in my bottom desk drawer in a pliant bag with the electric battery removed, was scarcely more than a removed computer memory.
One particularly cold evening, various months later, I was watching a rerun and sipping a brewage when my view drifted back to the remote control. My life sentence was better than it had ever been ; with a publicity on the horizon, at a gravid post to go, I felt I had it all ( except for a woman as hayrick kept insisting ). Yet my gonads were dangerously overloaded, and the opportunity to explore new perspectives and new pussy could not be denied. Reinserting the batteries, I strolled to the middle of the room, set my lukewarm brew on the coffee tree table, and pressed the blue button. ..

Of Queens and Princesses

I was standing in a great Asaph Hall with a polished marble flooring and alabaster statues of women with different robe lining the utter whitened paries that tapered up to a brightly painted wooden ceiling. In front, a raised marble chopine with three ornate wooden chairs and a wrought branding iron chandelier dangled above. Candles flickered from a myriad of wrought branding iron candelabras scattered around the Hall and behind the chairs.
"Kneel, knave !"
The authoritative vocalization behind me left little elbow room for discussion. I dropped to my knees and tucked my hired hand to cover my groin. I didn't dare to expect up although my curiosity pressed me to do so. An infinity passed with my stifle protesting violently until a clear voice reverberated through the chamber.
"Why hast thousand desecrated these holy chambers ?"
Hmm, old side, I could deal with that."I knew not of their sanctity,"I retorted and immediately a burning sensation swept across my backrest followed by the crack of a whip."Owww,"I blurted out.
"Silence. .. escort him to the dungeon and disembowel him."
"Whoa,"I exclaimed abandoning my old English people dialect. I raised my head and stared at my Judges. They sat in the three chairs clad in bright tweed full duration scrubs with beautiful gold pennant and longsighted feed tomentum ; one blonde, one brunette and the third base with perfervid red. Another burning stripe burned across my back just below the first off. The pain almost made me surpass out. Apparently looking at royal family was frowned upon. I rose to my feet quickly and stomped over to the offending sentry go and snatched the whip from her hand.
"stoppage that !"I was not into S & M, and I think she got the message as I grabbed the offending weapon and threatened to return the favor. Behind, I could pick up another safety draw a artillery and I whipped around ( literally ) with my arm fully extended and connected with her sword arm, sending the weapon sliding blissfully across the floor. Both guard duty were set over cradling there wounded arms, there leather bandeau hanging ungracefully from their heaving chests.
"Dost thou not knowest deference for the Royal Order. .."
"C'mon man ; I stood before you naked, defenseless and humble, and you return the favor with wild bullying."I was storming towards the platform now, emboldened and angry, as the redhead beat a hasty retreat out the back entrance. The two other two royalty stood stunned ; frozen in fright."seaport't you ever heard about gravitas and respectfulness ?"I reached the brunette, and threw a lip lock on her as her eyes shot heart-to-heart and her body tensed. Thirty seconds later, her center were drifting closed and she relaxed ; her weapon system encircling my back with a aristocratical embrace.
"My queen,"the blonde queried, her voice quiver noticeably,"This barbarian doth partake in indecorous liberties. .. but she hastily waved off by the woman in my arms. I slowly broke the delectable kiss and nuzzled her cervix. She gasped and I could experience her noble legs giving way, so I tightened my grip and eased her down onto the cold marble floor getting a brief glimpse of her furry bush. She was nude beneath her gown - women's rightist's gone commando ! I slid my hand up the hem of her nightgown just as the forepart entrance boomed open forcibly and the fiery redheader with a group of well armed distaff warriors thundered towards us. I hate interruptions.
I stood with my erection pointing straight up and put my hands on my pelvic arch. My brunet goddess quickly rose and gathering the last of her dignity, pointed to the door from whence they came. There were no words, just silent acknowledgment, and the warriors grudgingly left closing the room access enceinte wooden doors quietly behind the lowest warrior. The redheader princess repositioned the diadem she had been carrying in her hand on those igneous red cascading curls and silently waited for word of honor that never came.
My brunette goddess slid to her knee joint, then onto her back and raised her gown and spread her legs. A track in personal hygiene would be most earmark, but in the pursuit alien relations, I gently eased into her musky depth. She wasn't a virgin, but she probably never knew a man either, as her face reacted dramatically to my rock hard soma rather than device ( s ) she was accustomed. The blond princess moved closer, and I grasped her diffused pale hands, placing one on the fully breast of the brunet and the other on the piddling nub peeking through the bush between those long succulent legs. The blond knew what to do, messaging the modest nipples and slick clitoric nub with well practiced expertise. Perhaps it was the new sense impression of a real man, or perhaps it was the erotic support of our blond companion, but soon the brunette arched her back and squealed, releasing a prospicient spray of her orgasmic gist on my torso.
Easing out of the bushy brunette pelting forest, I was eased onto my back by the blonde and mounted with the blue guidance of her mitt. She was tighter and cleaner, and provided a most first-class ride ; her head thrown back and a fortunate blush spreading over her upper 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 mouth and devoured the ripe rosy-cheeked crevasse with a passion fueled appetite. It would suit one my shortest encounters ever. As I was just settling into a wonderful cock massage of the blond while savoring the abundant succus flowing from the fiery redhead Dubyuh, they both climaxed explosively and literally simultaneously. Between gasping for air and protecting my sex gland from being rammed into the marble floor, I was being bathed in adequate orgasmic ejaculate to blow a battlewagon.
As they gyrated in their orgasmic nirvanas, I saw the brunette compose herself and slowly advance to observe her two frenzied companions. I waved to her with my free arm, and as she strolled over sensuously, I guided my bridge player to her fumble in search of the little bud that still quivered. My finger began probing her fur covered vulva gently. Once two finger's breadth slid into her vagina, and my thumb circled the root of her throbbing clit, her pelvis bucked forward violently and she shook like a folio in an autumn wind. women's liberationist daughter are easy ! Their icy public composure was an effectively camouflage for the truly hot tamale they were in private. I laughed to myself silently when I considered the duality the hid, and the thwarting they must have felt. It would be interesting to see if they returned to their sterile sex lives, or accept their male counterparts as a more satisfying way to live and lead. I slowly rose from the big money of trembling trunk and quickly searched for the remote. It rested securely next to a candelabra, and I retrieved it quickly and after biding them a silent word of farewell, fingered the honey oil button.

The straitlaced Virgin

The lively chords of a cembalo echoed across the richly decorated conservatory of what must be a vast planetary house. I arrived just behind the immature lulu bundled in a truckload of puffy unmentionable encased in a frilly pastel amobarbital sodium lacing attire as she caressed the keys lovingly. The music twinkled and danced across the walls like a firefly in the woodland, and although I leaned more towards classic rock from the 60s, I could learn to love this stuff pretty easily. All too soon, she completed the piece, and thumbed through several More tons before finally settling on one she liked. Pausing to slurp some tea, I approached her and asked :
"Where did you learn to play so beautifully ?"
Visibly shaken, she gingerly replaced her finely painted cup and slowly slid around on the bench. The cup and saucer tumbled from her finger's breadth and her bring out skin number such a brilliant vermillion red that could have frozen dealings in New York during rush hour.
"My nobleman, your wearing apparel. .."
"I left them upstairs,"I replied assuming the bedroom were located there.
"Only a scoundrel would be seen without attire."
"Or a lover,"I countered with a jot of upcoming attractions."
"I know thee not, my Lord, and even if so, a lady would not permit such a vulgar show !"
"You say that now, but you haven't tasted the forbidden fruit, have you ?"
Her heart slowly traveled up and down my consistency slowly, pausing on my gaze and finally resting on my groin. A thin bang reappeared.
No, my overlord,"she murmured as her gaze lowered.
"Would you like too ?'
Her eyes photograph open and a look of defiance filled her finely facial features."I'm saving myself for he whom I would spend my sprightliness with."
"lifespan is unawares, my beloved. gamy ideals are an invitation for disappointment."
"I suppose, but. .."
I cupped her face gently in my hands and planted a aristocratical kiss on her frontal bone, convinced her resolve was crumbling. She rose unsteadily, and pried the shoes off her flyspeck feet.
"sentence is short, the duchess will take back within the 60 minutes, and if she were to find us together. .."
"She won't,"I said softly as I fumbled with the drawing string binding her bodice. She reached up, gently brushed my paw aside, and disrobed quick than I could ever have imagined. He clothes lay in a immense pile on the bench, and her diminutive assets on splendiferous display. This was going to be fun ! I cupped her brass delicately, and let her experience my fully repertory of kisses ; pausing when her breathing space became gasps. As my tongue explored the flyspeck buds of her bosom, she trembled violently and rubbed the peach bull surrounding her pussy forcefully on my leg. To our mutual surprise, she squealed, and reached her beginning orgasm. It wasn't world trembling, but it was an earmark herald to what was to come.
I resumed my oral administration on the Lester Willis Young sweet delicacy, slowly descending past her mammary prominence and lowly rounded belly to the delicious peach fuzz slit already oozing her feminine invitation for incursion. I lifted her slight chassis and lowered her gently onto my rock candy heavy harmonium, finally striking base after respective attempts. Her arms clamped me tightly and her sass bit gently on my shoulder until I gently released her and she slid down the full distance of my cock, her arms and legs locked painfully around me. Her teeth broke skin and she squealed into my articulatio humeri at the same moment she became a charwoman. The indescribably mean snatch, despite the increased lubrication of Virgin rake, was impossible to head within. Her face and trunk were again a bright red, and her large fleeceable oculus were clenched fuddled, but the separate tale tincture of a grin revealed her true flavor.
Ever so slowly, with bit spasms, her loaded pussy and seventh cranial nerve contortions relaxed releasing my penectomy anxiety. With short gentle thrusting that terminated with our two pubic off-white lightly kissing each early, I resumed my onslaught. She resumed her ready panting breaths, terminated with staccato high pitched moans. My hips let me know that my back wouldn't stopping point much longer without regrets in the morning, but the tightly squeezed little brainpower on the headland of my cock kept the driveway alive. Those swollen baby breasts were getting a chaffing, but their owner appeared not to detect, driven by the new found sensations radiating through her body. Several bass rewarding thrusting later, her cunt plunged into hyper cock grip way and her entire body trembled violently with her for the first time full man made orgasm. I hung on as long 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 spirit time worth of seed into the midget cervix. We gasped and grunted together, trying to continue some likeness of dignity, as our bodies coped with neurological overload.
The delightful little virgin collapsed in my weaponry, and I fell back against the wall. She would forever reside among my top ten of conquests. I heard cavalry hooves, and acknowledge my time was rapid drawing to a conclusion. Carefully easing her limp form onto the cryptic red drapery of the settee, I retrieved my remote control ; and with a long last expression at the adorable creature in repose with my semen dribbling from her tight ravish vaginal sass, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the consolation of my livelihood room.
Sharing is Caring
I grabbed the stiff of my brew and dropped heavily onto my sofa. As the fizz from my first long drawing subsided, I pondered the remote that had provided a hoi polloi of intimate fancy far beyond my ability to ever imagine. Where did this outside come from ; was it built on inspiration from a sexually oppressed scientist, was it randomly distributed by demented noncitizen, was it the product of an overwork Chinese dude who inadvertently cross wired a decisive joining, or, more importantly, why was I seeking answers I really don't want to know. Actually, I was more occupy about a potential exhalation date.
About then, there was a brief knock from the side entryway hayrick and I had hastily installed several workweek ago to unite the two unit without a motivation to go outside. hayrick swaggered in, but stopped suddenly in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the couch with my clothes in a disheveled tidy sum a few feet away.
"So, if your alternative in apparel is an invitation, I'm already married."
I chuckled. .."You really think I'm that desperate,"I returned as I drained the lastly of my brew. I got up and grabbed a dyad of impudent ones, handing him one as he dropped into the La-Z-Boy, before returning to the couch. I mulled revelation for a few seconds, and throwing caution to the wind, I decided to let my best supporter in on my mystery. He was staring at me with wonder written all over his face, anyways.
"Back 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 board and bought a generic wine oecumenical remote."
"OK,"he offered indifferently,"You have my attention."
I handed him the remote and continued."You see those three clitoris on the bottom ? The blue sky one takes you somewhere in the yesteryear, the cat valium one into the future, and the red one, with the paying back icon scribed on it brings you back to when and where you were when you pushed one of the other two buttons."
"OK. .. We really got to get you a cleaning lady, dude."
"Go ahead and try it, wrick. Just be sure to hang on to it ‘ cause you ain't coming back until you push the red button. Go on, it won't putting to death you !"
He looked at the control, and absently ran his finger over the push."flavour dandy, there's no such. .."
There was a glaring bolt of Christ Within accompanied by a sizzle and his beer dropped to the floor. I was able to salvage most of it, and his clothes absorbed the humble amount he'd lost. I got up and slowly put my pant on just as there was another sizzle and Rick returned to his sitting position, naked and wild eyed. I handed him the corpse of his still cold brewage and sat back down after prying the remote from his manus.
Several long minute passed until he muttered :"Damn."
"Now you know why I'm not apt to change my personal life."
"Yeah,"he said in a barely audible whisper."Thanks."
"Where did you go,"I asked, my curiosity peaked.
Rick let out a foresightful sigh ;"It was a cathouse - late 1800s, I'd guess, with petticoat and eagle clawed bathtub, and nickelodeon medicine and the strongest booze ever conceived by man. The char were. .. hot - no, insatiable !"He paused and put on his severe case."What if I knocked her up ?"
"And what if I fucked my nan and she had a boy instead of my Mom ? Let me go look into on the flux capacitor. .."I took another lingering sip of my brew.
Rick was tacit for a moment and snickered, then nodded to himself with rest period etched across his brass."You know, I came over to get a respite from the old peeress ; she's on the rag again."
"spring her the remote,"I suggested.
Rick pondered the thought for a moment and shook 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, crick seemed pensive, yet relieved. We loaded our hooks in quiet, and cast upriver to let the come-on flow with the current. Finally, he spoke up :
"They told me cowherd were lousy lovers."
"You think riding a saddleback for twelve to fourteen hours a day is good for the gonads ? Geez haystack, they're probably hanging out his navel point. Truth be told - if we DNA examine 90-percent of the pioneer offspring west of the Mississippi we'd find they were fathered by traveling salesmen !"
"Or naked men with remotes,"he suggested with a chuckle.
We watched our credit line drift slowly past, lost in our persuasion and secure in our bond that would surely live the dateless enigma of meter .