1. No Honey No Baby No Bitch


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Romance, Author: franklee4, Rating: 65, Source: sexstories.com

    real rule, and to strike the creature she was in anger would be to cease being a man. There were no exceptions. He closed his eyes and thought of the last time he’d been to the sea alone. “Now the rest,” he said calmly, opening his eyes again after the moment passed. When it came down to the marrow, she was a far better thing to envision than the cold, unforgiving sea. Something in her face started to look too tired to be ashamed anymore. She pulled down the short zipper on her skirt and pushed it over her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties under her hose, and there was another large rip in the nylon just where it should have been clothing her pussy. Kane wondered if she’d been wearing panties when she first pulled on the hose. The image of her carefully stretching the flexible material up her thighs made his blood simmer. Now Taye nervously peeled the ruined pantyhose down her legs. They rolled along her skin into a frayed bunch, torn apart by strange hands that would not be denied the intoxicating feel of her ripe body. Leaning down, it looked as if she were dipping the tips of her breasts into something pale crimson. She rolled the hose off her feet and left them in a ball on the floor. Then she came back upright and faced him one more time. “That’s gonna make me wet if you don’t stop, T,” she smiled, looking at the others on the couch as they watched Tino’s fingers play. “You don’t want me to stop,” he said. “Not now when everyone’s just about to see how pretty that pussy ...
    is.” He reached over with his other hand, using both to pull at the seam of her pantyhose until the crotch ripped open wide. “Good girl,” he said, putting his hand back on her naked pussy. “No panties.” Taye caught herself thinking how tedious it might get doing this for a living, not as she did now and then like a tourist visiting exotic slums where she could crawl out of her own skin and become a profane object of desire. It was a plastic exercise in Olympian depravity and she was Aphrodite for an hour or two. “There you are,” said Kane. “Every shimmering inch of you.” With her head cast down, her hair hung over her face. She didn’t bother pushing it away. She looked pale and bluish in the light bleeding in from the alley. Even her shape seemed different somehow. Supple, rounded and firm, as always, but as if the harder edges were gone. She was one woman with two bodies. Somehow her breasts seemed to quiver without moving. Images of strange hands cupping and squeezing them came to Kane’s mind and despite the static electrical pulse in his cock, he looked away and tried to will the intrusion from his mind. He thought if he kissed her now her skin would only bear the traces of other men’s sweat and cum. He didn’t try imagining whatever she’d been walking through the center of. It was a cannon he’d been shot through before. Her pussy mound was freshly shaved, and a few hours ago everything she had would have smelled of shampoo and perfume. Flashes of hard, blind cocks sluicing ...
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