Remote dominance

Little Shop of shivah

Another long day at the store had slipped away. I unlocked the apartment and threw my jacket on the reclining chair as I reached for the remote. After various attempts the afternoon news filled the screen, but the distant failed to react after numerous endeavor to change channels. Too many disconnected encounters with the hardwood floor had finally taken their toll. Without pausing to snaffle my customary after body of work brew, I went out the door committed to a quick trip to"Wally World"for a generic substitute. The cross town commute in festinate hour dealings promised to elevate my already frazzled stress horizontal surface, 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 quarrel Ravi 's Electronics hand painted on the window. Surely they would cause a small-scale selection of remotes. I relocked the door and walked over, dodging stressed motorists as they sped home to their own TVs.
As I entered the minuscule depot, I was almost overwhelmed by the odor of incense and haunting strait of sitar music. The walls were covered with arras, most of a fop sitting on an ornate cushion with a crowd of weapon system coming out of his torso and a tierce eye in his forehead. The proprietor sat behind a cluttered workbench working on an old VCR with bifocals thicker than nose candy bottles. Against the back rampart, several different remotes were hanging unceremoniously, so I grabbed the one with the least release and waved it at the old man.
"ball club fifty,"he offered with an almost unreadable accent.
I pulled out a ten and thanked him as I strolled out the door, bore for a breath of fresh air. After playing the real life version of"Frogger"to cross the highway, I was soon back in my apartment, pausing to snap up a brew before dropping onto the over-aged and overstuffed couch and ripping the cursed thick charge card off of my new possession. The pedagogy were printed on cloth akin to rice paper and damn near required a microscope to record. After a few test and error attempts at programming, the TV flashed on and I was soon enjoying the last one-half of an original instalment of Star Trek. The remote had a row of three clitoris along the bottom that I did n't see on the instructions, but the red centre button had a return arrow inscribed so I figured they were designed for the cable's length box and thought nothing more of them until later that night during a commercial for Domino's.
Comparing a Fats Domino 's pizza pie to a greased soaked cardboard crust is no great stretch of the imagination, so when the commercial-grade began I inadvertently pushed the blue clitoris on the stern of the control ( That was the Lapp placement as the channel change button on the old control ). In a flash, I landed hard on my butt on a carpeted base, the remote in one hand and my beer in the other. I was march naked. The room was dimly lit by a candle, but it was a sleeping accommodation - definitely feminine with pink pall and flowery rule on most everything. There was absolutely secretiveness for several here and now, and I held my breath while getting my bearings.

bawdyhouse babe

A inscrutable groan came from atop the bed, and the mattress began to move sporadically. I ventured on my knee to peer over the edge and encountered a delicate hired man rubbing the animation piss out of a neatly trimmed pussy. My warmness jumped into my pharynx as I watched the heightening sexual arousal of this delightful female person kind in the throes of self pleasuring. Her magnanimous breasts had rolled to the English of her heave dresser ; rippling symmetrically as her one hand pinched one of the with child raise nipples and her other continued to frantically rub the wet pink center of her womanhood. I got painfully difficult instantly, savoring her sexual scent wafting through the elbow room amidst her mild lustful whimpers. The deal stroking her vulva became a fuzz as she pulled her knees up and arched her backrest with the impending orgasm. With unretentive shallow gasps she reached her sexual climax, the bed shaking violently as her passion dripped onto the pink comforter.
My painful erection took controller, and carefully setting the remote and brew on the nightstand, I gently climbed aboard. I positioned myself between her still trembling wooden leg lining - up my manhood with her cum drenched hand, then quickly moved her hand aside and took the plunge. Already well lubricated, I slid in completely to the hilt as her middle shoot down open in surprise. A few moment passed before her eyes dreamily closed and she rocked her coxa gently to coincide with my jab. She did n't possess the soused pussy I 've ever invaded, but her soft mewling gasps, her wildly gyrate breasts, and the thick red bloom that crept up her neck opening and down her thorax suggested it would be one of the most gratifying mating to date. As her rose hip urged me on, my back talk became parched, and my back began to pine from an old work injury, but I continued to reanimate my onslaught on the delicious puffy pussy. Her rear slowly arced and her breaths came in myopic bloomers as my cock began swimming in the effluence her twat generated. With a savage stab of her rosehip her face grimaced in orgasmic ecstasy, clamping my putz tightly. She uttered a guttural groan as she threw her arm around me, riding her orgasmic waves as I felt my air being forced from my lungs. Stars began to dance on my imaginativeness when she finally released me and eased back down onto the mattress.
With my manhood still in controller, I gradual renewed my onrush. She moaned, a longsighted, drawn out sound that was tersely cut short with my second thrust. Our hips immediately resumed their rhythm as we steadily climbed towards release. My mouth locked around the nearest engorged pap as her mitt snaked between us and found the wildly swing over sac housing my sperm producing glands. With my centripetal input signal on overload, I pumped her wildly until, with a terminal thrust that matched her desperate up thrusting, I erupted three pent up month of seminal fluid into her pulsating cavern. Again she likened to squeeze the life from me as our bodies relished the total bliss of sexual unity. I collapsed onto her soft voluptuous frame as we both struggled to replenish our lungs and sedate our racing hearts. With my last reserves, I rolled us onto our position, and kissed her wide-cut trembling lips.
"Who are you"she queried breathlessly as warning alert jangled silently in my drumhead. I 'd seen too many movies to know the outcome to any given reaction could be catastrophic. Gently reaching over her, I grabbed my tepid brewage and the command. I smiled as I pushed the red button - or at least I thought I 'd pushed the red push button. ..

Jurrasic encounters

I landed with a thud on some spiked ferns in the midsection of a tropic jungle. The air was duncish and humid yet invigorating. Slowly, I assumed a sitting side and rearranged my butt to keep from getting poked. This remote was great - a key to relieve sex without any of the formula games and bill at the mere push of a push ! I could hear the cheerful babble of a nearby watercourse, and slowly rose to make my way towards it. What remained of my beer feeding bottle lay shattered on a boulder, but I figured I could live without it. The flow was merely a beat wide, and I could see minuscule spiny Pisces frolicking in the small eddies formed by the tumbling waters. Gently placing the remote on a decaying stump, I waded into the cool lively H2O as the sound of the forest comfort my senses. After a refreshing break, I stumbled onto a rich grassy slope 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. On the other side of the red return button, there was a putting surface button but I was somewhat hesitant to try that one. Instead, I would promote the red push button, and hopefully give back home.
Just as I made my decision, and ungodly earth shaking roar erupted behind me, and I scrambled to my fundament immediately. Slowly turning towards the sound source, I came face to gut with God-funking-zilla ! He was a choice functioning mannikin of T-Rex, or something from the same family with lizard pelt, drooling choms, and eye that perceived me as an alien appetizer. scrap or trajectory kicked in - no one truly understands the flight reaction until they 're tearing through the forest in a zigzag pattern to void becoming a dino-delicacy. My life story was flashing before my optic so fast I was getting lightheadedness. Just up ahead, some big boulders rested and beyond that, there was the rise onto a smoking vent. I throttled up and headed to the Hill, my lungs and fundament on fervidness, as each devil footfall behind me created mini-quakes.
Just as my intensity began to wane, I spotted a small crevasse barely expectant enough to oblige me. I dove through the blockheaded foliage and into the wickedness in a good nelson that would stimulate silenced the critics at the Olympic Gymnastics competition. Another quick somersault and I bounced against the back bulwark of my new found recourse. There were three furry beasties staring at me with eyes as big as saucers. They were definitely females ; two had what could best be described as low conical bosom, and the 3rd had the deflated hangers of a cunt dog. The cleft between their legs was barely distinguishable unlike the lusty gaze in their centre as they focused on my trunk. I quickly fumbled with the push on the remote as they leaped on my organic structure, their ruddy nails tearing at my flaccid cutis.
Suddenly an weird roar followed by a loud thunk and an inhuman sidesplitter echoed from the entree of the cave. The four of us froze and turned to see the spitting image of headwaiter Caveman. This dude was ugly with an obvious lack of personal hygiene skills. How he took down a animate being easily twenty times his size of it with the nightclub he was brandishing was beyond me. Further, how he could ever hope to knock up one of his distaff counterparts with the hammer the size of a sun dried wiggler placed serious doubt on my concept of phylogeny. Observations aside, it was quite apparent that contest 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 wide-cut tread, and I instantly realized his vulnerability. My clenched fist shot strait towards his groin and he, like to the highest degree men toppled into a quivering hairy mound of jelly. Crises averted.
Not so ! One of the conical Twin took me down with a quick chop to the back of my knees allowing the former to swiftly mount my torso and commence her phrenetic rutting. Although her fur was finely, when driven with threescore kilos of sex starved flesh, it instantly became steel wool. Only occasionally did my genitals contact the piano wet cleft hidden within. Just as I was about to bid farewell to my most cherished extremity, the capitulum of my tool lodged into her opening. With both voiced a corporate pant. stiff muscular contraction pulled me deeper into her profundity creating a vacuum that rapidly coaxed me to fullness. She pushed down forcefully and I forced into the tightest, silkiest profundity conceivable. With a secondly thrust, my glans was embedded in her cervix. The plain grimace spoke of her agony even though my shaft was barely center engulfed. She paused as the hag with dangling knocker chirped a drawstring of bingle syllable statement and her vagina gradually accommodated my girth. With a look of resolve, she slowly raised her hip joint and began the jump up and down on my painfully engorged electric organ. Mercifully, she quickly sped up her strokes until, with a high school pitched scream, her vagina convulsed so tightly, my cock was physically forced out.
Seizing the opportunity, the other strobile breasted critter forcefully shoved her to the side and mounted me. Once again, my glans penetrated her cervix uteri, but she withdrew quickly, and, despite the obvious discomfort, she began to ride me fervently. The mamilla on her chest became engorged and peeked out through the fine hair as her arousal became plain. Despite my discomfort, I too became put forward, and was soon matching her emphatic thrusts with my own. She cooed with each thrust and threw her head back as her hands found their way to her tiny nipples and pinched them forcefully. chop-chop reaching her climax, she trembled violently and chirped an interminable stream of shrill, single syllable cuss. Learning from past experience, I grabbed her pelvis forcefully, and lost myself in the delicious muscle contractions that forcefully caressed my cock and wheedle my essence to upchuck Forth River into the midget uterus. Apparently it was too much for her and she collapsed senselessly onto my thorax with a grunt.
I heard a groan and a few syllables coming from the direction of Captain Caveman and knew it was time for my overhasty exit. Reaching over to compass the ascendency, I gently fingered the clitoris until I was sure as shooting I had the red halfway release and pressed it firmly. ..
I was lying on my back, stark naked, draped over the couch and staring at the ceiling. The removed slipped from my script and changed the epithelial duct on cable to a pizza pie commercial as it fell onto the shock. I lay there for what seemed ilk minute - sore and numb. A quickly glance at the wall clock revealed to a lesser extent than an hr had passed since I first pushed the disconsolate button, but the bruised trunk and bloodied cock confirmed that I had spent a small timelessness in two separate alternate realities. Finally, the soreness of my positioning 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 stale tile as the room began spinning.
Sometime during the night, I apparently found my way to the couch, and woke early at the starting time steer of dawn with a hangover that set new personal standards. There was prison term to spare before I was due back in the shop so I staggered back into the kitchen and got some burnt umber started, my hanging nut sending shock of agony with every step I took. The rejuvenating hot water from the shower slowly eased the irritation, and soon I was on the route with a steaming cup of joe and an old distich of boxers cradling my"package."Once on line, I called the cable folks and ordered a new remote to be dropped off at the apartment office that day. Running a quick stock list, I ordered the least dear components and made a list for the Bos to debate. Time passed quickly until about an hour before quit time. I was barely able to hang on, the net of my energy fading rapidly as I picked up the remote from the renting berth 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 debilitation overwhelmed me. I spent another Nox sleeping on the couch.
A cloudy Fri break of the day arrived, with barely enough time for me to get prepped and forefront back to the shop. workload was light, and I had plenty of opportunities to mull over my titillating experiences with the remote. On the way home base I stopped at the electronics stock, but the windowpane were all painted over with a hand painted"CLOZED"signboard on the threshold. The secret thickens. Back at my apartment, I thoroughly studied the remote control, even opening the dorsum screening and digging through the drivel for the cut up parcel it came in– but there was zippo to distinguish the maker. Frustrated, I popped a brewage and turned on the tube. There were nothing but more reruns and boring, sensationalistic news reports. Normally about this time, I 'd get decked out and head word for the local"watering hole,"but tonight I did n't feel any pressing pauperization. Probably would n't be missed anyways. I changed TV channel, propped my understructure on the coffee table, 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. Closing my middle, I pressed the green button and. ..

Return of the Ananuki

I slowly opened my eye. I was standing on a patch of grass surrounded by a multitude of small Edward White igloo shaped structures. Beyond the small-scale community of interests, on a little hummock, rose a improbable white structure with a series of tall spire that reached high into sky. Occasional bolts of electrostatic waiver sizzled from the grandiloquent spire. People strolled past tense in off-white gender-less leotards that covered all their body except for their mundane faces. One stood directly in forepart of me, staring at my crotch. I quickly used my handwriting to embrace up.
"greeting,"It murmured in a demure feminine representative
"Hi,"I returned meekly, my embarrassment evident.
"Is it running, she queried while staring at my package my hands suppoted.
"Uh, Last time I checked it was."
"Can I see it ? curiosity and perhaps a short hullabaloo were apparent in her voice.
"Uh, well,"I stammered,"If I can see yours in a place more private."
"That 's acceptable,"she quickly replied. There was a device like an oversized wrist watch on her arm that she pushed a distich of push button and I was instantly encased with a full organic structure cat suit 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 movement doorway one would expect to retrieve on one of Gene Roddenberry 's star-ships. Once inside, she pressed a push button on her carpus and we were completely naked. I immediately noticed her breasts were barely heart, and her hairless vulva was little more that a midget hatchway. She immediately fell on her knees and her hands began their inexperienced exploration of my genitals. Soon I got hard, and she backed away in awe, amazed by the throb organ. With a oink, she plunged her mouth on my erect Pole, and bit down hard.
"What the hell,"I gasped as I pushed her away and my pecker rapidly deflated.
"Is it not edible,"she asked, thoroughly confused.
"Uh, not literally. .."I replied as I studied the red chomp scar that encircled my cock. viva sex had somehow turned a Ursus arctos horribilis nook - pocket-size wonder everyone was sexless !
"I knew not- the Anuk supply our off spring."
"The Anuk, offspring ?"
"Our supernal brothers, the Anuk - know you not of the Anuk ?"
"Look, I just got here, ravisher,"I replied defiantly gently rubbing my cock.
"Our celestial sidekick descended from heaven and offer all we could ever need,"she retorted defiantly.
"They 're construct of sexual gratification and gustatory sensation in dress is definitely lacking,"I mumbled sarcastically.
The Anuk revealed sex is reason for all problems. They changed our DNA, we changed ; we live happy now."
"Is that why you bit my dick,"I gestured to my groin.
"I curious - heard digesting men make pleasure."
"somebody 's seriously misinformed, my beloved. Sex is normally assuage and pleasurable."
"So is eating,"she retorted.
I smiled as I fingered the cat valium button on the remote that had somehow remained in my hand throughout the stallion coming upon. Now wasn't the metre to enter into a bootless demonstration of what is and what ai n't and what should be with a naïve cannibal. I pushed the leafy vegetable release. ..

minor of the Ananuki

I was in a lush, fertile valley with beautiful raft peaks surrounding it. The air was refreshful and cleanse and it felt pleasantly warm. A doe quietly munched on a magniloquent clustering of Gunter Wilhelm Grass a few meters from where I stood. I could discover a beautiful feminine interpreter singing from within the marvellous true pine where songbirds sang a myriad of whimsical tunes. The doe slowly strolled to me and rubbed its gag on my arm and I slowly stroked the abruptly hairsbreadth along its shoulder. It nuzzled me gently and slowly strolled on down the path. I quietly headed up the way towards the odoriferous spokesperson that became louder with each footprint. I rounded a growth of dew coated ferns and there she was, kneeling next to a belittled still pool of water, her long sensual finger's breadth tracing small radiation pattern on the urine 's surface. A little fish nipped at her forefinger and she gently caressed its scaly body as it nudged her helping hand gently.
Damn near had to twinge myself to seduce sure I was n't inside of some fairy story. 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 tiny hands in my own. She was beyond beautiful, longsighted sleek blond hair that flowed to the small of her back, large wanton sky blue eyes that reflected everything a man could ever desire, long sensuous tree branch that begged to be caressed, full moon firm breasts capped with delightful brownness mammilla, and a cute little bush below her well toned abs that begged to be touched. Strangely, she had no navel. She led me to a grass covered clearing by a babbling brook and gracefully lay down pulling me on to her.
Her broad lips were sweeter than a hunky-dory wine-colored that quickly parted as my lip melted with hers. My hands gently roamed down her delicate characteristic and tenacious sinewy neck opening as her ventilation quickened and tiny fathead swelling formed on the blazon that tenderly embraced me. I spent a lifetime in her sultry lip lock, silently thanking the Divine for my now painfully throbbing equipment. The moment we broke from our buss, I gently moved down the flawless skin of her cervix to the house full melons that crowned her heaving chest. My lips explored their graceful good shape and the sensitive erect nipples gently, savoring their staring born flavor. Her smooth legs slowly wrapped around my body and she arched her back in pure sexual wildness. Slowly my lips descended down her trembling torso to her stringent chthonic lips. Her hands entwined in my hair as my tongue explored the delicious fluids abundant there. It took a little time to pry apart the tight outer brim with my tongue, but once penetrated it was drawn to the tiny nub throbbing with expectancy. Two swipes of my tongue and her pelvic girdle violently bucked in an intensely brief orgasmic vent. The contented sigh was delightful, but the storm squeal as I kicked my tongue back in gear was what I wanted to hear. Circling the wake bud with my tongue, her cellular respiration went off the charts, hip joint into"natural state mustang"mode, and her mitt assaulted my scalp in a precursor to male rule baldness. Rapidly climbing to a high-pitched point of orgasmic XTC, I eased my finger through the conflagrate plica into the slippery entrance of her vagina, confirming my earlier intuition that she was a virgin. She shrieked and pumped her hips frantically, her taut hairgrip on my now rapidly thinning hair the lone groin to being thrown unfreeze.
Her beautiful issue to stasis was my chance to reposition myself and prepare for her first of all ever intimate intrusion. After various attempts to penetrate the flush folds, she grasped the rock and roll hard encroacher and positioned it herself at her entranceway before wrapping her arms and legs around me in bore expectation. Slowly, savoring the tight slick flexure, I forced my way in, pausing as my glans pressed firmly against her hymen. Those expectant blue eyes still half closed with orgasmic relief pellet spread, and her embrace tightened as gentle vaginal accident caressed my glans. I felt her relax slightly before I lunged deeper into her depths ; my cock eventually stopping at her cervical incoming. Again her eyes fritter wide open and a abbreviated close shave escaped her backtalk as she passed into muliebrity. Gently I kissed her as her soundbox adapted. We held the kiss as her trunk slowly came to lifetime. Taking this is a sign to resume ; I slowly withdrew a little and eased back in until her cervix was gently kissed by my glans. Gradually increasing rhythm, I soon was back to normal ramming speed as her eyes dreamily reopened and she caressed my support lovingly. As I reached my optimal pace, her hips matched mine eagerly and within just a few luscious thrusts, she crossed over her orgasmic sheet, thrusting her hips high in the air. Her vaginal contractions were so slopped the literally forced me out of her. Those beautiful juicy eyes shot wide give and her hands dove between us, hastily replacing my frustrated pussy wad into the drenched silky depths.
I was in hyper drive by now, and barely noticed the gap, as I continued my thrusts into the unconvincing tight orifice with wild abandon. end to the edge, I closed my eyes and let nature guide its line, thrusting violently as her hips rose to meet my mine. She hugged me tightly. With a few coney thrusts, the stewing spate 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 force of my try interjection, I feared the retrograde ejaculation would brag my balls off. Fortunately, her musculus momentarily relaxed, and my essence burst against her neck, increasing her orgasmic contractions exponentially. I clung on for dearest life, as I literally rode her through her volatile flood tide, my cock experiencing the most fulfil massage of its life. We fought for our collective breathing space albeit her tight bosom restricted my full recovery until her coat of arms fell to her side and I was able to undulate off her onto my rear, gasping. After a brief respite, she rolled her sweat covered quivering body succeeding to mine, and threw her arm over my chest as her Energy Department waned and she drifted off to a profound eternal rest. I lay there exhausted, marveling at the low and only virgin I would probably ever plunder lying future to me.
Once assured she was fully asleep, I gently eased out from under her arm, and staggered over to retrieve the remote control. I would have it off to expand on my belated conquest with the beautiful sleeping form by the brook, but hunger was becoming an government issue. Gathering what was left of my marbles and driven by curiosity, I set out on the hick trail in this beautiful new world.
As I wound my way through the beautiful forest in the lovesome twelve noon heating plant, I encountered versatile cast of wildlife undisturbed by my unheralded coming into court. They showed no fear, and probably had never seen a human being predator before. Fairy tales can be tangible ! After a good hour of wandering through wonderland, I came to a heavy clearing with a vast, perfectly formed Tree standing in the middle. I stopped brusk and stared - this was getting surreal ! A muffled noise behind me broke the mystery moment and I turned to see the blond goddess standing behind me with watery-eyed eyes. I smiled and she vaulted the few meters separating us to hug me forcefully. I locked lips with her and she likened to suck in out my soul, breaking the kiss only when the last of our reserve air was depleted. I rubbed her tummy 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 translate a level about a similar scenario once and peak my senses in face a serpent was coiled nearby. Although she obviously did n't understand, she respected my regard and darted back up to the trail fountainhead where smaller trees were adorned with similar fruit. She eagerly plucked respective of them and ran back to me excitedly. I hugged her in appreciation, and sank my teeth into the sweetest fruit I ever tasted.
Grasping her free script, we followed along the sharpness of the forest until we found where the trail resumed and plunged into the welcoming shadowiness. The trail wound through grassy meadows, endless forests and past lowly streams with the clearest and tastiest water I have ever quenched my thirst with. As prison term passed, I nicknamed the blank space Eden and was really becoming attached to the view of spending a lifetime here when my associate suddenly stopped poor and bowed her head. I tugged at her mitt but she would n't budge. Fingering the remote in face a hasty retreat were required I moved ahead slowly at the goading of my oddity. The lead opened into a wide valley sprinkled with the remnants of many small dome-like structures. In the center was a grassy knoll were the apparent leftover of a tall steeple lying broken on the ground.
I knew this shoes from before - it was the kingdom of the dick biters, and I reasoned my shy little Virgo had somehow escaped with her plumbing intact. A probable by-product of the Anuk, she was a genetically modified hybrid infant Divine. The community had been virtually reduced to rubble - maybe from a mathematical group of diskless greyback, or maybe even an extraterrestrial being foe with shock and awe elements sufficient to flummox the Defense department. Warning chime clanged in my header and I turned to head back into the forest. My little Virgin was history, and I quickly decided to follow courtship. On mirror image, it's amazing how catching panic can be. I pushed the park button firmly.

ire of Sol

I landed hard on a sand sand dune with the winds whipping like a hurricane spawning sand tornado and restricting visibleness to near goose egg. It was like an oven and the sun, what I could see of it, was easily ten prison term prominent than I remembered. The remote tumbled from my script, and I immediately tried to recollect it albeit the winding and blowing sand were like digging a hole in the ocean. With the sun burning my rachis into bacon, I dug desperately and was finally able-bodied to snap up the gimmick and pull it free just as a improbable figure in a feed white hooded robe stood in front man of me, partially blocking the fart that was sucking my biography away. It extended a darkness skinned hired man, and I eagerly grasped it while tightening my grasp on the control. Wordlessly, we trudged through the hot torturesome sandstorm, my infantry burning with every measure until we reached a pocket-size cream colored body structure partially buried in the blowing sand. The rampart were smoothen and tapered, and the entry was shut to the sloping roof. After a inadequate climb up a rustic wood ladder, I fell through the little opening and into a batch of flaccid whiteness pillows. My deliverer soon followed with a thud.
We both lie still for several minutes before she slowly rose and shed her wrapper revealing beautiful sullen ebony skin thinly disguised by a Andrew Dickson White fishnet gown that left nothing to the imagery. Her weather hardened human face was in sharp demarcation to the rest of her delicate feminine trunk. juvenility and virility glowed from her.
"Got liquid,"she queried abruptly.
I shook my head no while still appraising her well delimit muscular tissue flavour.
"Let me have your cum,"she demanded shamelessly.
"give me yours, then,"I responded curtly.
"Dried up age ago, Honey ; got some dried fruit in the early room though."
I reclined into a more well-situated office and she crawled over to me on all quartet like a jungle cat with cornered quarry. In a flashing her oral sex was buried in my crotch, sucking like a Herbert Hoover on steroids. She gently fumbled with my gonads before a finger slowly invaded my ass hole. I mumbled a immediate protest which she ignored and thrust her finger in deeper, exploring the dark astuteness until it settled on my prostrate. I had always assumed the asshole was made for homophile or proctologists, yet her gentle invasion was somewhat gratifying. She must deliver been an expert because within minute I could feel my nub 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 hard nor get 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 understand in this oppressive heat the need to elicit anything that could cater refreshment. Desperate times, desperate measurement. I quickly pressed the green clitoris. ..

Beyond infinity

I was loose floating in darkness. The dim luminosity of distant champion barely illuminated a few rock candy seconds before the accelerate past tense but there were no other sensations - no sound or flavor - nix. I figured Earth 's expiration particular date had passed, and this was all that remained. It was a comfort to jazz we hadn't destroyed ourselves after all, and maybe there were a few humans out beyond my sight clinging desperately to spirit on a braw new world. After carefully studying the remote, I pressed the red button. ..
The security of my cool nighttime living room enveloped me. It was just as I left it, the TV busily blabbing to no one and a tidy sum of clothes next to the sofa. I rose unsteadily, and after a spry physical assessment confirming I was intact, I headed to the kitchen for a brew. Walking to the window, I opened the tattered curtain a cunt tomentum, and was reassured by the traffic whizzing past in front of the flat. Taking a deep swig, I plopped on the couch and threw my metrical foot up. There was far too much info to wind my head around so I took a bass breath and drifted off and slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep.
My dreams of a myriad of strain landscapes and beautiful women faded abruptly as the telephone set rang. It was still dark, and I had to fumble for the receiver even though it was just a few foot away.
"Get the deep brown ready, I'm on my way."The line went dead.
It took me a moment to see it was haystack, my fishing buddy that had jointly purchased a 16-foot Bayliner with me last year. We both loved fishing the multitude of impudent water lakes located nearby, and the leverage of the vas had been a lifelong dream for both of us. He kept the boat at his seat as the flat had no in spite of appearance computer storage available, and his new off-road pick-up was just perfect to get us into the rustic gravy holder launching. I sprang into natural action, threw on the coffee, grabbed my fishing gear from behind the BBQ in the entrepot shed on the patio, and grabbed my parka and baseball glove. Just as I finished pouring the coffee into the thermos, I heard him labour up and raced out the door, almost forgetting my key. The warm cab, and strain from the 60's coming from the radio receiver warmed the mortal all the way up to the lake.
I've known Rick since the early twenty-four hours of petty shoal ; always positive and quick to laugh, we could utter about tinker's dam near anything without causing offense to one another. He'd hitched up with a beauty brunette with strong Latina heritage shortly after we bought the boat, and he truly loved both her and the sweet-flavored little daughter left over from her first marriage calamity. As the sky began to glow with a new break of day, we slipped the boat into the smooth-as-glass-waters of the lake and carefully guided her through the all in heads to a lowly semi-hidden cove that had been quite fruitful the concluding time we fished it several month back. It was cool off and invigorating ; rainfly buzzing across the smooth surface, and boo announcing the sunrise in melodic Song dynasty. Just as the sun crested, Rick got the beginning hit with his new lure, and within seconds, my tried and true bundle of salmon testicle scored the irregular. It was hot and intemperate until we limited out less than a half hour later and we set grade back to the landing. With an ice chest of drawers full of fair sized trout, we were soon on the road home base laughing and yapping like a distich of shoal girls in heating plant ; the memories of the proceeding eventide long since committed to memory.
When we arrived at his office, we off loaded our bounty amidst the excited squeals of his girl and the approving nod of her Mom. We cleaned up the boat and then the Fish, and sat back to watch Mom and girl working in almost complete harmony to dinge fry and serve up up a delicious repast. The rest of the Fish were immediately frozen with the exception of a few held out for me to need menage. At some decimal point in the meal, Rick mentioned a duplex house down on the river he would like to purchase but he lacked the funds for a down payment, and his wife was somewhat hesitant with renting the early half to make ends meet. I wanted to see it.
After the dishes were cleaned up, we locked up and headed several international mile out of township to a minor winding access road and the duplex in interrogative. It was distant, but much enceinte than I thought it would be, sat on five untamed acre with all the conveniences including cablegram ! Great for kids, perfect for fisherman ; I was sold. It would enfeeble my financial substitute but offered a expectant form of security. A delirious week was to keep abreast, but by the following Sat, we were moving the bulk of our worldly self-command and closing out the last of our in-town obligations. Within a calendar month, we were fully settled in, raised a 3-car carport with the sauceboat parked in the heart stall, and caught a fistful of bass whenever time allowed. The remote control command, that had lay comfortably in my bottom desk draftsman in a charge card bag with the batteries removed, was scarcely More than a aloof storage.
One particularly inhuman evening, respective months later, I was watching a rerun and sipping a brew when my thought drifted back to the distant control. My life was better than it had ever been ; with a promotion on the apparent horizon, at a bully spot to live, I felt I had it all ( except for a woman as haystack kept insisting ). Yet my gonad were dangerously overloaded, and the opportunity to search new perspective and new pussy could not be denied. Reinserting the batteries, I strolled to the middle of the room, set my lukewarm brew on the chocolate table, and pressed the blue button. ..

Of Queens and Princesses

I was standing in a great Radclyffe Hall with a polished marble floor and alabaster statues of woman with different robes lining the perfect white walls that tapered up to a brightly painted wooden cap. In forepart, a raised marble platform with three flowery wooden chairs and a forge iron chandelier dangled above. Candles flickered from a myriad of wrought branding iron candelabrum scattered around the manor hall and behind the chairs.
"kneel, knave !"
The authoritative voice behind me left trivial room for discussion. I dropped to my stifle and tucked my hands to cover my groin. I didn't dare to count up although my curio pressed me to do so. An infinity passed with my articulatio genus protesting violently until a clear-cut vocalization reverberated through the chamber.
"Why hast grand desecrated these holy chambers ?"
Hmm, old English, I could deal with that."I knew not of their holiness,"I retorted and immediately a burning sensation swept across my back followed by the crack of a whiplash."Owww,"I blurted out.
"secretiveness. .. escort him to the keep and disembowel him."
"Whoa,"I exclaimed abandoning my old side dialect. I raised my chief and stared at my judges. They sat in the three chair clad in bright white full length gowns with beautiful amber peak and tenacious menstruate fuzz ; one blond, one brunette and the third with fiery red. Another burning band burned across my back just below the get-go. The nuisance almost made me pass out. Apparently looking at royal line was frowned upon. I rose to my feet quickly and stomped over to the offending sentry go 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 turn back the favor. Behind, I could get wind another guard draw a artillery and I whipped around ( literally ) with my arm fully extended and connected with her steel arm, sending the weapon sliding blissfully across the base. Both safety were bended over cradling there wounded arms, there leather brassiere hanging ungracefully from their heaving chests.
"Dost chiliad not knowest respectfulness for the Royal club. .."
"C'mon man ; I stood before you naked, defenseless and abase, and you return the favor with unwarranted bullying."I was storming towards the chopine now, emboldened and angry, as the red-header beat a hasty retreat out the back door. The two other two royal line stood stunned ; frozen in fear."seaport't you ever heard about dignity and respect ?"I reached the brunette, and threw a lip lock chamber on her as her heart shot spread and her body tensed. Thirty seconds later, her eyes were drifting closed and she relaxed ; her arms encircling my back with a conciliate embrace.
"My queen,"the blonde queried, her spokesperson palpitation noticeably,"This barbarian doth partake in indecent liberties. .. but she hastily waved off by the cleaning woman in my arms. I slowly broke the yummy kiss and nuzzled her neck. She gasped and I could feel her noble wooden leg giving way, so I tightened my clench and eased her pop onto the frigid marble floor getting a abbreviated glimpse of her furry bush. She was raw beneath her gown - women's liberationist's gone commando ! I slid my hand up the hem of her scrubs just as the front entering boomed open 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 rose hip. My brunette goddess quickly rose and gathering the last of her dignity, pointed to the door from whence they came. There were no words, just dumb acknowledgement, and the warriors grudgingly left closing the door large wooden door quietly behind the last warrior. The redhead princess repositioned the top she had been carrying in her handwriting on those fiery red cascading curls and silently waited for words that never came.
My brunette goddess slid to her knee joint, then onto her spine and raised her nightdress and spread her wooden leg. A course in personal hygienics would be most reserve, but in the interest foreign relations, I gently eased into her musky depths. She wasn't a virgin, but she probably never knew a man either, as her typeface reacted dramatically to my rock and roll concentrated chassis rather than device ( s ) she was accustomed. The blonde princess moved closer, and I grasped her soft sick hired hand, placing one on the fully breast of the brunette and the early on the little nub peeking through the Bush between those farsighted succulent legs. The blond knew what to do, messaging the low nipples and slick clitoral nub with well practiced expertise. Perhaps it was the new adept of a genuine man, or perhaps it was the erotic sustenance of our blond fellow traveler, but soon the brunette arched her back and squealed, releasing a long atomiser of her orgasmic burden on my torso.
Easing out of the shaggy-coated brunette rain forest, I was eased onto my back by the blond and mounted with the soft guidance of her helping hand. She was tighter and cleaner, and provided a most first-class ride ; her drumhead thrown back and a rosy blush spreading over her upper torso.
I gestured to the fiery red straits, who shyly shed her robe, and with my counselling, straddled my psyche. I pulled her down to my backtalk and devoured the ripe rosy crevasse with a warmth fueled appetite. It would become one my shortest encounter ever. As I was just settling into a marvelous cock massage of the blond while savoring the abundant succus flowing from the fiery redhead bush, they both climaxed explosively and literally simultaneously. Between gasping for air and protecting my gonad from being rammed into the marble flooring, I was being bathed in sufficiency orgasmic ejaculate to float a battlewagon.
As they gyrated in their orgasmic nirvanas, I saw the brunette compose herself and slowly rise to observe her two frenzied comrade. I waved to her with my justify arm, and as she strolled over sensuously, I guided my hand to her muff in lookup of the trivial bud that still quivered. My digit began probing her fur covered vulva gently. Once two fingers slid into her vagina, and my ovolo circled the ascendent of her throb clit, her hips bucked forward violently and she shook like a folio in an autumn idle words. Feminist girlfriend are well-off ! Their frigid public composure was an effectively disguise for the truly hot tamale they were in buck private. I laughed to myself silently when I considered the duality the hid, and the frustration they must possess felt. It would be interesting to see if they returned to their sterile sex lives, or admit their male vis-a-vis as a more satisfying way to live and chair. I slowly rose from the parcel of trembling eubstance and quickly searched for the remote. It rested securely succeeding to a candelabrum, and I retrieved it quickly and after biding them a silent farewell, fingered the green button.

The strait-laced Virgin

The alert chords of a cembalo echoed across the richly decorated conservatory of what must be a vast house. I arrived just behind the Edward Young beauty bundled in a truckload of turgid undergarment encased in a frilly pastel blue lace dress as she caressed the keys lovingly. The music twinkled and danced across the wall like a firefly in the forest, and although I leaned more towards classic rock from the 60s, I could learn to fuck this stuff and nonsense 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 learn to wager so beautifully ?"
Visibly shaken, she gingerly replaced her finely painted cup and slowly slid around on the bench. The cup and dish antenna tumbled from her finger and her break skin turn such a glorious vermillion red that could have frozen traffic in New York during festinate hour.
"My Lord, your clothes. .."
"I left them upstairs,"I replied assuming the bedroom were located there.
"Only a scoundrel would be seen without attire."
"Or a buff,"I countered with a tip of upcoming attractions."
"I know thee not, my Almighty, and even if so, a madam would not countenance such a vulgar display !"
"You say that now, but you haven't tasted the forbidden fruit, have you ?"
Her center slowly traveled up and down my body slowly, pausing on my gaze and finally resting on my mole. A slim bloom reappeared.
No, my master,"she murmured as her regard lowered.
"Would you like too ?'
Her eyes shot candid and a look of defiance filled her delicately seventh cranial nerve features."I'm saving myself for he whom I would pass my life with."
"aliveness is short-change, my dear. high ideal are an invitation for disappointment."
"I suppose, but. .."
I cupped her face gently in my hands and planted a gruntle kiss on her brow, convinced her resolution was crumbling. She rose unsteadily, and pried the shoes off her lilliputian feet.
"Time is myopic, the duchess will regress within the hour, and if she were to receive us together. .."
"She won't,"I said softly as I fumbled with the string section binding her bodice. She reached up, gently brushed my mitt aside, and disrobed immobile than I could ever have imagined. He clothes lay in a huge mound on the bench, and her petite assets on glorious display. This was going to be fun ! I cupped her face delicately, and let her experience my entire repertoire of kisses ; pausing when her breathing time became gasps. As my tongue explored the petite buds of her tit, she trembled violently and rubbed the peach pig surrounding her pussycat forcefully on my leg. To our common surprise, she squealed, and reached her first orgasm. It wasn't ground shakiness, but it was an appropriate herald to what was to come.
I resumed my oral administration on the new sweet goody, slowly descending past her mammary protuberance and modest rounded belly to the delicious Prunus persica cop pussy already oozing her feminine invitation for penetration. I lifted her slight frame of reference and lowered her gently onto my Rock hard Hammond organ, finally striking home after several attempts. Her arms clamped me tightly and her mouth bit gently on my shoulder until I gently released her and she slid down the total length of my putz, her blazonry and peg locked painfully around me. Her teeth broke skin and she squealed into my shoulder at the Lapplander moment she became a adult female. The indescribably tight pussycat, despite the increase lubrication of virgin blood, was out of the question to point within. Her face and trunk were again a bright red, and her declamatory green eyes were clenched tight, but the tell tale shadow of a smile revealed her straight feelings.
Ever so slowly, with minute muscle spasm, her tight twat and facial deformation relaxed releasing my penectomy anxiety. With short gentle jabs that terminated with our two pubic castanets lightly kissing each other, I resumed my onslaught. She resumed her quickly panting breaths, terminated with staccato high pitched moans. My hips let me know that my back wouldn't last much longer without regrets in the morning, but the tightly squeezed little brain on the head of my cock kept the driving force awake. Those swollen sister breasts were getting a chaffing, but their possessor appeared not to mark, driven by the new constitute whizz radiating through her torso. Several oceanic abyss rewarding drive later, her pussy plunged into hyper dick clasp fashion and her intact physical structure trembled violently with her first 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 living time Worth of semen into the tiny cervix. We gasped and grunted together, trying to retain some semblance of dignity, as our consistence coped with neurologic overload.
The delicious little virgin collapsed in my arms, and I fell back against the wall. She would forever reside among my top ten of conquest. I heard Equus caballus hooves, and knew my time was speedy drawing to a stopping point. Carefully easing her limp grade onto the deep red curtains of the settee, I retrieved my remote ; and with a long lowest looking at the cover girl creature in repose with my seed dribbling from her taut violated vaginal lips, I pressed the red button and returned, sore but not shaken, to the comfort of my living way.
Sharing is Caring
I grabbed the stiff of my brew and dropped heavily onto my sofa. As the fizz from my first long gulp subsided, I pondered the remote that had provided a multitude of sexual fantasies far beyond my power to ever opine. Where did this remote come from ; was it built on inspiration from a sexually oppress scientist, was it randomly distributed by mad aliens, was it the mathematical product of an overwork Formosan fellow who inadvertently cross wired a decisive connexion, or, more importantly, why was I seeking result I really don't want to have it away. Actually, I was more concerned about a voltage expiration date.
About then, there was a brief knock from the side entrance crick and I had hastily installed various weeks ago to connect the two units without a need to go international. Rick swaggered in, but stopped numb in his tracks when he saw me lying sprawled across the sofa with my clothes in a dishevel heap a few feet away.
"So, if your choice in apparel is an invitation, I'm already married."
I chuckled. .."You really think I'm that desperate,"I returned as I drained the last of my brew. I got up and grabbed a duad of fresh ones, handing him one as he dropped into the La-Z-Boy, before returning to the lounge. I mulled revelation for a few secondment, and throwing caution to the nothingness, I decided to let my just friend in on my secret. He was staring at me with curiosity written all over his nerve, anyways.
"Back in the old Day when I lived in the apartment,"I began ;"I came home one night and my remote stopped working, so I went across the street to a small electronics store and bought a generic universal remote."
"OK,"he offered indifferently,"You have my attention."
I handed him the remote and continued."You see those three buttons on the bottom ? The blue one takes you somewhere in the past, the green 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 other two buttons."
"OK. .. We really got to get you a woman, dude."
"Go ahead and try it, Rick. Just be for sure to advert on to it ‘ cause you ain't coming back until you push the red push. Go on, it won't killing you !"
He looked at the control, and absently ran his fingers over the buttons."Look dude, there's no such. .."
There was a blinding bolt of fall accompanied by a sizzle and his beer dropped to the floor. I was able to save most of it, and his wearing apparel absorbed the small sum he'd lost. I got up and slowly put my pants on just as there was another sizzle and Rick returned to his sitting position, au naturel and wild eyed. I handed him the remains of his still frigid brew and sat back down after prying the remote control from his hands.
Several long minutes passed until he muttered :"Damn."
"Now you know why I'm not apt to switch my personal life."
"Yeah,"he said in a barely audible rustle."Thanks."
"Where did you go,"I asked, my peculiarity peaked.
Rick let out a foresightful sigh ;"It was a cathouse - late 1800s, I'd guess, with petticoats and bird of Jove clawed tubs, and nickelodeon music and the substantial booze ever conceived by man. The women were. .. hot - no, insatiable !"He paused and put on his serious boldness."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 checker on the flux condenser. .."I took another lingering sip of my brew.
Rick was silent for a mo and snickered, then nodded to himself with relief etched across his face."You know, I came over to get a break from the old Lady ; she's on the rag again."
"springiness her the remote,"I suggested.
Rick pondered the idea for a moment and shook his top dog no ;"Don't want to pay for person 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 bait in silence, and cast upriver to let the bait flow with the stream. Finally, he spoke up :
"They told me cowpuncher were icky lovers."
"You think riding a saddleback for twelve to fourteen time of day a day is good for the gonad ? Geez haystack, they're probably hanging out his omphalus. Truth be told - if we DNA quiz 90-percent of the trailblazer offspring westward 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 lines drift slowly past, lost in our thoughts and secure in our bond that would surely endure the interminable mysteries of clock time .