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Speaker 2: this little story will I think it's a little bit dirty.
Speaker 2: I mean I've done worse, as you may have heard
Speaker 2: if you've been to our desires, some pretty filthy stuff
Speaker 2: over there. But this is for general broadcasts, so I
Speaker 2: hope you enjoy it. I've called it bound by Lust
Speaker 2: and Handcuffs, which should give you an idea tonight's theme.
Speaker 2: To lay back, close your eyes, take a nice deep breath,
Speaker 2: and just let all the stress and strain of the
Speaker 2: day go. For the next half an hour or so,
Speaker 2: it's just you in my voice, this is your time.
Speaker 2: And then lets her fingers dance across the rail of clothes,
Speaker 2: getting a sense of all the fabrics under her fingertips,
Speaker 2: the sensuous feeling and soft caress of materials against her
Speaker 2: fingers have her imagination running a mock and stimulating all
Speaker 2: her hot spots, the silk satin, a lace row after
Speaker 2: row of sensual lingerie, or hanging so seductively tempting her,
Speaker 2: teasing her, taunting her lingerie that would make her feel
Speaker 2: so good, so feminine, so beautiful, like a real woman should.
Speaker 1: Jeez. Helen. Her best friend Nikawa told her over dinner
Speaker 1: last night, stop worrying about work and about what others
Speaker 1: think of you. Stop aiming to be the perfect model
Speaker 1: of virtue and innocence every waking minute. Blow off the
Speaker 1: goody two shoes attitude, and go out and do something stupid, wild,
Speaker 1: something crazy and unimaginable. Go street down Main Avenue, flash
Speaker 1: those lovely tits of yours, one of those upty ass
Speaker 1: lawyers you work for. Go pick up a hot, strange
Speaker 1: man and fuck his proverbial brains out. Closing her eyes
Speaker 1: and running a beautiful red silk teddy across her right cheek,
Speaker 1: Helen wonders about Nicholl's words for a moment. She's right,
Speaker 1: She utters under her breath. I'm twenty four years old,
Speaker 1: I'm a grown woman. I should let myself go or
Speaker 1: Helen respects her family and no religious preferences. Her days
Speaker 1: of living in a strict Baptist family along gone, and
Speaker 1: just as Nichole said, last night was then, this is now.
Speaker 1: With the red silk pressing against her cheek, her belly
Speaker 1: flutters as she wonders how it would filter be dressed
Speaker 1: in this beautiful lingerie, how it would flatter her curves,
Speaker 1: accentuate her assets, how the soft silk would fill sliding
Speaker 1: over her clip and the hard pebbles of her nipples.
Speaker 1: How a man would re act to see her dress
Speaker 1: so provocatively. Helen inadvertently lets out a soft moan as
Speaker 1: she stares into the full length mirror in front of her.
Speaker 1: Her neck and cheeks a flushed pink, and her body
Speaker 1: is warm and tingly as she thinks of how sexy
Speaker 1: she's feeling by something as simple as women's lingerie without thoughts,
Speaker 1: She slides a lingerie over her soft skin once again,
Speaker 1: and her breath catches in her throat when she realizes
Speaker 1: how deeply the color red compliments her skin, her eyes,
Speaker 1: and her hair in just a perfect way. Just the
Speaker 1: fantasy of wearing this beautiful silken teddy for a man.
Speaker 1: As her moving so much more seductively. As she watches
Speaker 1: herself in the mirror, she feels like a woman, She
Speaker 1: feels feminine, she feels beautiful. Knowing she probably looks ridiculous,
Speaker 1: Helen quickly glances around the store and focuses on the cashier,
Speaker 1: who is busy boxing up what looks like a long
Speaker 1: silken robe. She notices there isn't a sign of a
Speaker 1: security guard anywhere, and she sees no cameras hanging from
Speaker 1: the walls. Helen's pulse grows heavy as she grabs a
Speaker 1: first piece of lingerie from the hangar and slips it
Speaker 1: quickly between the folds of her coat. A rush of
Speaker 1: excitement moves through her, her heart beat now drumming in
Speaker 1: her ears. With her stomach clenching in anticipation, all she
Speaker 1: can do is thing, wow, just wow. Never has she stolen,
Speaker 1: Never has she thought of doing such a thing. But
Speaker 1: now she was crazily flooded with the terrifying risk of
Speaker 1: doing something wrong, something immoral, something illegal. Helen fills her
Speaker 1: coat with more sensual lingerie, pushing each piece into the
Speaker 1: folds of her dress and being careful to slack the
Speaker 1: ones that fit her body tight perfectly. And only, of course,
Speaker 1: in her favorite colors of red, black, and white. With
Speaker 1: the rush of adrenaline inebriating her, the next few minutes
Speaker 1: seemed to pass in a blur. Giddy with excitement, she
Speaker 1: moves towards the exit, trying to look normal, trying to
Speaker 1: keep the small streak of guilt pushing through her mind
Speaker 1: from covering her expression. Helen giggles as she leaves this door.
Speaker 1: Her parents will be appalled. As she heads towards the
Speaker 1: main street, she stops and takes a breath to calm
Speaker 1: her eating heart, which is still racing in her ears.
Speaker 1: She starts to reach into her handbag for her phone
Speaker 1: to cor Nicolt and tell her the crazy things she'd
Speaker 1: just done, when she realizes she's a bit lost and confused,
Speaker 1: and tries to get her bearings. She's been on these
Speaker 1: streets a dozen times, she's lived here for years, but
Speaker 1: nevertheless she feels disorientated. Just as she starts to bring
Speaker 1: up her contact numbers, the sound of a voice startles her,
Speaker 1: and she drops her phone back into a purse and
Speaker 1: begins to walk quickly. Somewhere in the fog of this
Speaker 1: lazy dream, there's a voice uttering off words in a
Speaker 1: stern tone of authority, of punishment, Stop right there, miss
Speaker 1: the dark shadows in his voice forces the fog of
Speaker 1: confusion away from Alene's mind. With the rush of excitement
Speaker 1: now turning to an overwhelming panic, her footsteps quicken into
Speaker 1: a run as she heads towards the main street, weaving
Speaker 1: between cars, fear coursing through her vein. But the man
Speaker 1: is only footsteps away, still pursuing her, closing him with
Speaker 1: every step. Her breath aches and her chest as she
Speaker 1: turns down the side road or where she can't outrun him,
Speaker 1: but hoping to see somewhere that perhaps she can hide.
Speaker 1: To a surprise, the alley is basted in sunlight, no
Speaker 1: dark hidden corners here, just one steep fire escape. Had
Speaker 1: In desperately squats behind the metal grills of the fire escape,
Speaker 1: praying for a miracle that will save her from this mess,
Speaker 1: focusing on the ground in the faint hope that if
Speaker 1: she doesn't look up, maybe he just won't see her. Still,
Speaker 1: his footsteps slowed from a fast run to a slow,
Speaker 1: deliberate walk, every footfall echoing in the emptiness of the
Speaker 1: side road, every footstep pressing on her trembling heart. Maybe
Speaker 1: he will miss her, Maybe he will think she didn't
Speaker 1: come down here at all. Maybe, but the son accuses
Speaker 1: Helen as it casts a stranger's shadow before him, all
Speaker 1: is lost. Trembling with fear, Helen stands up, resigned to
Speaker 1: her fate. It's a policeman. My god, what has she
Speaker 1: gotten herself into? Miss I believe you left the Happy
Speaker 1: Endings laundry shot without paying. I'm going to have to
Speaker 1: ask you to open your coat. His silver badge shines
Speaker 1: brightly against his left chest, his police uniformer Chris Black,
Speaker 1: accentuating a pair of brilliantly blue eyes as he stares
Speaker 1: at Helen with an unknown look in his gaze, his
Speaker 1: police patton in one hand, his phone in the other,
Speaker 1: just a mere sight of him and the strong tone
Speaker 1: of his voice as are jerking to a complete halt
Speaker 1: and immediately releasing the buttons to her coat. Lingerie tumbles
Speaker 1: to the ground as her coat falls open. Suddenly, she
Speaker 1: feels so naked, so exposed. The policeman takes a step forward,
Speaker 1: his body strong and broad, his eyes penetrating her, holding
Speaker 1: her gaze with a ferocious intensity. He slides his cellphone
Speaker 1: back into his pocket. That's quite an impressive amount of
Speaker 1: lingerie you lifted. Miss Helen's body trembles at the sound
Speaker 1: of his deep, unrelenting voices. His eyes caressed down her
Speaker 1: body with a firm stare. He pauses at her breast,
Speaker 1: and her treacherous nipples turn to ard pebbles underneath her
Speaker 1: thin summer dress, despite the obvious act of shoplifting. For
Speaker 1: a moment, Helen considers begging the policeman not to arrest her,
Speaker 1: or making up some untruth about why she lifted the lingerie.
Speaker 1: The policeman looks at the lingerie and then at Helen,
Speaker 1: and she feels a gentle throbbing building between her thighs.
Speaker 1: The afternoon breeze kissing along her panties, only accentuating the
Speaker 1: feeling of wet heat already dripping down her legs. As
Speaker 1: his eyes move across the soft flesh of her thighs,
Speaker 1: obviously aware that a dampness is probably glistening in the sun,
Speaker 1: she feels a tremble, a brief spasm deep in her pussy,
Speaker 1: which clutches under his withering gaze fixing on her eyes again.
Speaker 1: His gaze is stern, demanding, dominant, Spread your thighs miss
Speaker 1: goosebumps electrify every inch of Helen's skin. By god, this
Speaker 1: was a policeman. He was seconds from arresting her. But
Speaker 1: still he's damn hot. He's sexiest. Fuck turning her breath racket,
Speaker 1: causing her pulse to race in her chest. Electricity crackles
Speaker 1: between the two of them, and if Helen wasn't incorrect,
Speaker 1: he was growing hard underneath his black slacks. Fuck he's hot,
Speaker 1: and then thinks to herself, betraying her will. Her legs
Speaker 1: part and a few scramps of lingerie fall to the ground,
Speaker 1: with her body warm and sticky from the from the
Speaker 1: heat of the summer day, Her dress rides up, the
Speaker 1: curves of her thighs wickedly high, and she instantly feels
Speaker 1: her pussy exposed beneath her panties. The burning ache and
Speaker 1: a core inflamed at least tenfold by the slight breeze
Speaker 1: in the air. The hot sexy Cops intensity turns brightly
Speaker 1: in his eyes as he takes another step closer. His
Speaker 1: tool stature dominates Helen, his voice's level strong and intimidating,
Speaker 1: as he has anything else hidden up there with what
Speaker 1: looks like a bend of a smile on his lips,
Speaker 1: or sexy cop slides his cold batter at the inside
Speaker 1: of Helen's sigh, teasing her to wet desire. As it
Speaker 1: touches her panties. She gasps and her body trembles involuntarily.
Speaker 1: Her eyes close without warning, and a soft moan drops
Speaker 1: from her lips. A screaming wicked desire floods through her body.
Speaker 1: While tracking his baton back firmly, possessively, and in what
Speaker 1: seems to be a seductive pace. Her body sways with
Speaker 1: lustful need as her thoughts run away from her. Helen
Speaker 1: shifts restlessly, her breath becomes ragged as passion burns through
Speaker 1: every cell in her body. You're going to have to
Speaker 1: take the dress off, miss, I need to see what
Speaker 1: else you have hidden. Surprised by his command and even
Speaker 1: more surprised by the flush of excitement throbbing in her pussy,
Speaker 1: she glances at him, fantasizing what his deep voice and
Speaker 1: stunning blue eyes might look and sound like pressed against
Speaker 1: her body. No, I got a cat strip. Oh here?
Speaker 1: Aren't you going to take me to the police station?
Speaker 1: Then I would have to arrest you, and that might
Speaker 1: be unfortunate, with his voice flowing down her body and
Speaker 1: ending up trembling on her clip. From nowhere, handcuffs appear
Speaker 1: in his hand. He reaches for Helen's wrist, and before
Speaker 1: she has time to think or speak, a metallic click
Speaker 1: announces her bondaatche, turning her swiftly and pressing her against
Speaker 1: a cold metal of the handrail of the fire escape.
Speaker 1: He bends her over the escape, with her heart raising
Speaker 1: in her ears and her belly a bed of quivering butterflies.
Speaker 1: Her voice surprisingly comes out stern, I have nothing else hidden?
Speaker 1: Look at me? Where can I hide anything else? Helen's
Speaker 1: voice sees with anger for all the desire she feels
Speaker 1: moving through her body, but as much as it excites
Speaker 1: her to think of it, she could not and would
Speaker 1: not strip in front of this cop on a street
Speaker 1: in broad daylight. Slowly Helen becomes aware of a movement
Speaker 1: under her dress. Being bent over the handrail with her
Speaker 1: hands held tightly behind her back. There's nothing she can
Speaker 1: do to stop it. She feels a gentle movement of
Speaker 1: silk teasing the top of her clip and moving between
Speaker 1: her thighs. She wields the quivering in her cord to stop.
Speaker 1: She holds her breath. She mumbles off for silent prayer
Speaker 1: to stop what feels like the beginning of an orgasm
Speaker 1: beilding inside her pussy. But then she hears a panty
Speaker 1: drop against the ground. Although silk, the crash of the
Speaker 1: stolen item is almost deafening. His breath burns at her
Speaker 1: ears as the policeman leans him closer. His voice strings
Speaker 1: deep and heavy as he whispers, I think we'll call
Speaker 1: that evidence. And you know, resisting an officer is an
Speaker 1: offense and most definitely punishable. Fuck you and do your worst.
Speaker 1: Hot Sexy Cop, deciding the only defense she has left
Speaker 1: his anger heading, spits of words at him, denying her arousal,
Speaker 1: her needs, denying him the pleasure of her just surrendering
Speaker 1: to his dominant desires, wishing like how she hadn't called
Speaker 1: him by the pet name she had all already ingrained
Speaker 1: in her mind. Hot Sexy cop, is it? There's almost
Speaker 1: humor in his voice, his breath hot against her neck.
Speaker 1: Someone needs to learn some manners when talking to a
Speaker 1: man with authority. His hands lift her dress the short
Speaker 1: distance to her pelvis, with the breeze biting at her ass,
Speaker 1: his hands slip into her panties, ripping them from her
Speaker 1: unresisting body, startling Helen. She feels helpless, She feels out
Speaker 1: of control. She feels turned on, out of her damn mind.
Speaker 1: Before she could think of what to do, we'll say.
Speaker 1: When the sudden breeze kisses her pussy, it forces a gasp,
Speaker 1: then a drawn out, salacious moan from her lips. His
Speaker 1: hand feels like red heat as it connects with her ass, once, twice,
Speaker 1: then again, each strike hard and aggressive, sending pulses of
Speaker 1: pain through her cheeks and a deep, incessant need rippling
Speaker 1: inside a pussy fuck how He then cries, clenching with desire,
Speaker 1: her core throbbing with need, A scent of her arousal
Speaker 1: giveaway to the need she fills inside. His hand strikes
Speaker 1: her ass again with even more force, a tremor of
Speaker 1: pain shooting through a cleaton, firing sensations up her stomach
Speaker 1: and straight into her nipples. My god, what are you doing?
Speaker 1: Why are you doing this? Helen cries out, her lower
Speaker 1: body quivering as his fingers linger on the lips of
Speaker 1: a pussy. Because I can, because you're letting me. He
Speaker 1: runs a hand gently over Helen's mound and over the
Speaker 1: stinging cheeks of her ass, and as the pain subside
Speaker 1: is replaced by the warm, tingle of pleasure moving through
Speaker 1: her body, as the gentle caresses of his fingers tease
Speaker 1: her sensations, further heightening the pleasure moving through her body,
Speaker 1: forcing another moan of desire from her lips. You won't
Speaker 1: be able to sit down for a week, blondie, not
Speaker 1: without thinking of me. His whisper is harsh and stern,
Speaker 1: and God's so erotic, so controlling. When his hand crashes
Speaker 1: back down her ass burns with pain, her pussy quivering
Speaker 1: with pleasure, he huffs out a laugh and draws his
Speaker 1: finger through the crack of her ass until he's rubbing
Speaker 1: her clid. You can be good now, baby girl. Doorway
Speaker 1: with Axit may get you thrown into the back of
Speaker 1: a police car, possibly with a dirty policeman. His whisper
Speaker 1: is dark and dominant, reeking with promises of pleasure and pain,
Speaker 1: and then digs her nails into his wrists, defiance, resisting him,
Speaker 1: fighting him, wanting him worse than her ex breath go
Speaker 1: to hell, Helen spits out with no humor. This time
Speaker 1: he sucks in a breath and pushes his baton against
Speaker 1: her thighs, forcing her legs to open even further. The
Speaker 1: air leaves Helen's lungs in a rush. Every movie makes
Speaker 1: possessive and illegal, yet causing image after image of the
Speaker 1: two of them fucking to play through her mind. The
Speaker 1: look on his face as he pushes inside her for
Speaker 1: the first time, the sound of his voice when those
Speaker 1: burst warm threads of seaman leave his body and enter hers.
Speaker 1: Her pussy lips aparted, the breeze kissing, the stinging pleasure
Speaker 1: on her clip will sexy cock traces a line up
Speaker 1: her thighs. The tender flesh, excruciatingly sensitive its cold surface,
Speaker 1: presses along her pussy, her nipples tightening, her clit, swelling,
Speaker 1: her body, aching from head to toe. Oh my fucking god,
Speaker 1: Helen cries out as he presses the wicked batton against
Speaker 1: her throbbing clit, The words automatic and reactive to the
Speaker 1: sin filled pleasure burning through a body. Are you going
Speaker 1: to be good, baby girl? His whisper insiduously finds its
Speaker 1: way to a clit, forcing the pleasure to grow. She
Speaker 1: gets somewhere deep inside her inner Brad shouts her rebellion. Oh,
Speaker 1: she spits out between the gas of pleasure very well.
Speaker 1: He murmurs, the depth of his voice, making Helen tremble
Speaker 1: all over. He drops his baton and there's a brief
Speaker 1: rush of air as his hand strikes the sensitive flesh
Speaker 1: between her thighs and punishes her wanton clit with a
Speaker 1: vicious lust. Holy mother, a fucking God, and it screams.
Speaker 1: As his hands stays on her clip. His skin is warm,
Speaker 1: the gentle pressure somehow heightening the pain vibrating through her.
Speaker 1: Just as the agonizing burn begins to subside and give
Speaker 1: way to the now familiar sensation of pleasure. Helen never
Speaker 1: knew she held ol sexy copped finger circles her clit,
Speaker 1: teasing it with the tip of his nail, her body
Speaker 1: trembling from the lust aching inside. God, she needs to come,
Speaker 1: She aches for it. She really doesn't know how much
Speaker 1: longer she can hold it off. Her clit and pussy
Speaker 1: scream with need. Wet a rousal streams down her thighses,
Speaker 1: Her lower belly tenses and titans with the need to climax.
Speaker 1: With his long fingers grasping her clit, then forcibly pulling
Speaker 1: it he drags Helen's pleasure to a whole new level
Speaker 1: of need and desperation. Gone is the goody Goody. Gone
Speaker 1: is a virtuous and innocent girl raised by a Baptist
Speaker 1: preacher who had been saving herself for that one special man.
Speaker 1: Holy fuck, she cries, be cut, I will, I'll do
Speaker 1: anything you ask. Please, just fuck me, she gasps, unable
Speaker 1: to resist her orgasm any longer. Jesus, the sexy Policeman utters,
Speaker 1: dragging the zipper on her dress down, ignoring the remaining lingerie.
Speaker 1: Falling to the ground, he releases her cuffed hand. Her
Speaker 1: dress follows the lingerie, ending in a pool around her ankles.
Speaker 1: His arm falls around her, possessively, dominantly, demandingly. For the
Speaker 1: first time, a Lincoln filled his body against hers, as
Speaker 1: his mouth presses against her neck, biting and teasing the
Speaker 1: delicate skin, the hard erection behind his slack pressing into
Speaker 1: her ass and making the flesh of her thighs quiver. Viciously,
Speaker 1: turning to face him, and then loses herself in the
Speaker 1: intensity of his gaze and beautiful face. He burns deep
Speaker 1: within his gaze, a look of raw animalistic desire ched
Speaker 1: deep in his expression. Lifting her hands in his. The
Speaker 1: click of the handcuff on the upper step of the
Speaker 1: fire escape does nothing but arouse her, further bound by
Speaker 1: lust and handcuffs. Though shot by the fury of a
Speaker 1: reaction to this complete stranger, Helen nonetheless embraces her submission completely.
Speaker 1: His fingers trace a line down her arms. She shifts uncomfortably,
Speaker 1: with desire pulsing through a body, up her spine, along
Speaker 1: her neck. Even her fingertips feel sensitive. Caressing the curves
Speaker 1: of her press, he teases around her reight nipples, not
Speaker 1: touching them, just teasing the desire in them. Aching with lust,
Speaker 1: Helen pushes her breast forward, willing him to squeeze, to bite,
Speaker 1: to punish. As he stares into her eyes, she can
Speaker 1: only focus on the passion flickering in his gaze, on
Speaker 1: those thick lips of his wanton and wet. Finally, his
Speaker 1: lips embrace hers, his mouth warm with the faint trace
Speaker 1: of winter green. He bites her bottom lip, savagely, metallic
Speaker 1: taste of her own blood, stimulating her carnal desire. His
Speaker 1: finger and thumb pinch mercilessly at her nipple, but unable
Speaker 1: to scream in pleasure, Helen can only breathe his lustful
Speaker 1: breath as his tongue presses against hers. A wildfire of
Speaker 1: pleasure moves through Helen's body. When he suddenly releases her nipple.
Speaker 1: His hands drop, then grasp between her thighs, rubbing her
Speaker 1: clip with force and desire. And then he thrust two
Speaker 1: fingers deep into a pussy, stretching her, massaging her, forcing
Speaker 1: her orgasm through a body. And then he stops, his
Speaker 1: lips moved from hers. What the fuck she thinks she
Speaker 1: was seconds from coming? He shoots her another sexy bend
Speaker 1: of a grin as his fingertip caresses around her pulsing pussy.
Speaker 1: It feels like a lover's kiss, gentle, soft, also frustrating.
Speaker 1: He relentlessly teases over a clit, the ache now too
Speaker 1: great to ignore, please, and then whispers, by God, let
Speaker 1: me come, not yet, not until I say. He responds,
Speaker 1: his voice authoritative and level, in absolute control. The frustrating
Speaker 1: agony in her clit is more painful than one hundred
Speaker 1: hours of spanking. It's agony, pure and simple. It's fucking unbearable,
Speaker 1: and he damn well knows it. He grins as he
Speaker 1: watches Helen's squirm, clearly getting off on her discomfort, clearly
Speaker 1: punishing her with his dark, sadistic moves. Lost in a
Speaker 1: fog of desire and lust. Some minutes later, maybe five
Speaker 1: or hell, maybe five hours, Helen no longer knew how
Speaker 1: long he'd been teasing, taunting, and tormenting her. It felt
Speaker 1: like she'd been held on the edge of her orgasm,
Speaker 1: beyond her endurance. Was this what a sadist did to
Speaker 1: his lover? Was hot sexy Cop a sexual sadist. His
Speaker 1: hand moves around her neck, and for a moment he
Speaker 1: caresses it gently, tenderly, lovingly, But all too soon the
Speaker 1: moment ends, and he's grasping tightly. Helen grasp for breath.
Speaker 1: Any sensibility's vanishing in the midst of lust, her body
Speaker 1: consumed with desire, with passion, with want and need. All
Speaker 1: she knows is she needs him inside her, with all
Speaker 1: his hate and arrogance. She needs a sadistic man to
Speaker 1: take her, to control her, and to fuck her hard.
Speaker 1: Fuck what sexy cop says. Then lowers his slacks, his
Speaker 1: cock up right hard and the tip glistening. Grasping her
Speaker 1: thigh with his free hand, he lifts her leg around
Speaker 1: his waist and thrust deep into her a last, her
Speaker 1: lips stretched to accommodate his girth as he pushes deeper
Speaker 1: in deeper, each thrust faster and faster, furious with passion,
Speaker 1: gasping for a breath and struggling against his fingers still
Speaker 1: tight on her throat, aze of dizziness fails Helen's mind,
Speaker 1: and she clapses towards unconsciousness. Without warning, he releases her throat,
Speaker 1: and the rush of air fills her brain her lungs
Speaker 1: as his fingers tweak her nipple and the other hand
Speaker 1: pinches her clit. An orgasm explodes over her body, uncontrolled, unrestrained,
Speaker 1: every nerve igniting in pleasure, her desperately clutching pussy, forcing
Speaker 1: his orgasm to release inside her. Hot satisfaction fills her
Speaker 1: pussy and rips down her thighs as he continues to
Speaker 1: thrust until the final drops of his climax, stroking her
Speaker 1: hair from her eyes. He watches her for a moment,
Speaker 1: then he pushes his lips against hers and kisses her tenderly. Sensuously.
Speaker 1: Helen trembles as the final whist of her orgasm moved
Speaker 1: through her body. He presses his mouth against her ear,
Speaker 1: its breath hot mintian elevated. You're so beautiful when you come.
Speaker 1: He kisses her neck gently, and Helen's body shakes from
Speaker 1: the pleasure of hot sexy CoP's lips pressed tight against
Speaker 1: her flesh and his throbbing cock that's still hard, still thick,
Speaker 1: and still pulsing inside her. He takes her head between
Speaker 1: his palms and massages her temples with the pads of
Speaker 1: his thumbs. Baby girl, clean me off every inch. He
Speaker 1: releases her handcuffs, and in seconds she's dropping to her knees, obeying, submitting,
Speaker 1: and taking his throbbing cock between her lips. She slides
Speaker 1: her mouth up and on the long shaft that tastes
Speaker 1: like both their satisfaction. She kisses gently and slides her
Speaker 1: tongue up and down and over the warm, thick bulb
Speaker 1: until she's licked away every remnant of a release. His
Speaker 1: hand reaches down to gently caress her chin and tips
Speaker 1: her head up. You have the most beautiful eyes. His
Speaker 1: voice is full of strength and confidence, every word, embracing
Speaker 1: Helen with a warmth, with an inspiration, with security. Although
Speaker 1: we still have the matter of the stolen lingerie might
Speaker 1: I suggest you collect it up. Then I will take
Speaker 1: it back to Happy Endings and simply say you got away.
Speaker 1: And then next week I suggest you try the Headonistic
Speaker 1: Desire sex shop. I'll beyond duty. At the same time,
Speaker 1: he grins playfully, warming Helen from head to toe. By
Speaker 1: the way, I think you'd look amazing and red what
Speaker 1: sexy cop helps her with the clothes, kisses her on
Speaker 1: the nose, and then the two of them part of
Speaker 1: the ways. Today has been a major first for Helen.
Speaker 1: She's done something crazy. She's done something illegal and out
Speaker 1: of bounds of sanity, even by her best friend Nicole standards.
Speaker 1: She's also done something she never saw herself doing. She
Speaker 1: demersed herself from the pleasure of submitting to a man
Speaker 1: a stranger had never even asked her name her hot
Speaker 1: Sexy Cop. So I hope you like that story. I hope.
Speaker 1: I hope it touches you in all the right places.
Speaker 1: And so that's it for another Wild in Bed. But
Speaker 1: that's it for this week. I'm so glad that we
Speaker 1: got into bed together this week. Now, this is Devlin
Speaker 1: Wild saying good night and always with your pleasure in mind,
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