Webcam fun???

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I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when he said to wear some of my old clothes,, sexy but tight were his words, so I knew he had something in mind., which usually ends with an orgasm or three,, so who was I to argue!

I showered and shaved, lol., and dressed in my older black bra and thong set. The bra is a little too tight to be comfortable, I think my boobs have grown! But it gives me an enormous cleavage!! This was topped with a short grey skirt that I seldom wore and a white blouse that was similarly tight around the bust!

Big’un had been playing with some photos whilst I was getting ready and when I walked into the office to parade myself I could tell from his reaction that he was suitably impressed.

As he kissed me and ran his hands over my body, from my shoulders, down over my tits, around my backside and sliding up my skirt to rub his hand along my lips,, I too was suitably impressed by the bulge in the shorts he was wearing!

It was at this point that I saw the camera sitting on top of the monitor.

We’d discussed having a camera and to be honest I wasn’t at all keen. It was one thing to have people looking at my naked pics… another to have people seeing me in real life.

My heart sank and I could feel an argument brewing., but before I could make any form of statement he’d sat me in my office chair and from the desk produced a pair of cable ties! I was too stunned to protest, partly because at the time I didn’t know what they were and partly because it was the last thing I expected.

A little too deftly and too quickly I thought, he’d placed my arms on the rests and slipped a cable tie around each wrist, pulling tight, not enough to hurt me, but enough that I couldn’t pull my hands out of them.

Now I did protest. Quite vehemently as I recall, to the point that I told him he could fuck off. That was just before the gag was tied around my mouth!

I was still protesting and struggling when the final part of my ‘accessories’ was added… a blindfold.

And there I was., bound, gagged, blindfolded and totally helpless!

As I sat there I could hear the mouse being clicked and typing on the keyboard. A minute went by before he said “ There are fifty-two people looking at you right now.” as he ran his hand around my neck and down across my right breast.

It would take more than that to win me over! Whilst I had stopped struggling, I was still as angry as hell and would not be forgiving this for some time to come.

“One hundred and twenty-three now”.

I was wondering actually what he was doing in the chair next to me, when I felt cold steel on my neck.

I felt it trace down my cleavage and felt the blade flick the buttons from my blouse!

Now I knew why he’d said to wear an older outfit., He was cutting it off!

I heard the mouse clicking as I sat there with my blouse open and my tits straining against my too small bra.

“A hundred and eighty-nine people are watching this. At least eight are on cam here rubbing their cocks.”

I turned to him. Although I couldn’t see him or say anything,, I assure you I was glaring at him!

“Don’t you find it sexy that so many guys are wanking over you?”

Well actually it was quite sexy., but that wasn’t the point!

I felt his hand come across my face and push it to one side.

Boy he was playing to the crowd! For that would have looked like a slap I’m sure!

“There are six guys on the screen rubbing their cocks for you. One guy wants me to hit you again! LOL”

I felt the blade on my chest again. The coldness made me jump as it ran down my cleavage and I felt it tugging against the front of my bra. Then I felt the bra give as the blade cut through the centre and the weight of my tits as they swung free from their binding.

More tugging and cutting on each side, as the bra was cut off totally. Now I was sat tied to the chair with my tits on full display for all and sundry.

As I sat there he ran his hand from one breast to the other, tweaking the nipple before returning to the other.

“There are two hundred and thirty-five guys with stiff dicks wanting to do what I’m doing., maybe even some women!” as he placed his mouth over my nipple and licked and nibbled at it, making it harder than it already was.

I felt his hand run up my stockings along the inside of my thigh. I also felt a hypocrite for opening my legs to allow him to rub my clit over the outside of my thong!

It did cross my mind about how much they could see on the camera, but it also crossed my mind how wet I was and how good it felt having my clit rubbed.

And then his hand was gone. I felt it return..to the back of my neck. And there it stayed for a while. He never said anything, or did anything. Then he took off the gag.

I don’t know why, but I never said anything. Nothing at all. Especially not when I felt the tip of his cock touch my lips.

“Lick it.”

I did just as I was told. I had well and truly fallen into the role of slave and gleefully ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. I held my tongue out while he rubbed his prick around it like some huge purple lollipop.

When he pushed it into my mouth I thrust my head forward to meet it, taking the length to the back of my throat.

I think at this point the felt that he’d tamed the wild mare because he removed the blindfold.

Looking beyond the swollen cock that he was rubbing an inch or so from my face, I could see on the monitor six open windows, each with a guy wanking themselves, apart from one, which had a woman’s hand rubbing her man’s cock whilst he caressed her naked tits.

One or two of them were seriously large and seriously sexy!

Big’un was stood behind me with his hands over my shoulders rubbing and kneading my tits as I watched the array of cocks being paraded before me, when I felt the knife on my shoulder again., felt and watched it trace a line across my breast and nipple and down my stomach to the waistband of my skirt. He pulled the waistband away from my body and cut through the material down to the slit in the centre of the skirt.

I remember being quite shocked at how sharp the knife was.

He reached down and tugged the skirt from under me.

Walking around in front of me I noticed the pre cum dripping from his cock and how sexy it looked sticking from his body at a right angle.

Closing one of the windows on the monitor, he opened another and there I was, in glorious Technicolor. Bound to the chair, naked apart from a black thong.

He pushed the chair back a little and I could see that made the picture on the screen show me totally. Stood at the side of me, knife in one hand, his cock in the other. I leant forward and took his cock in my mouth again and moved my head back and forth, tasting and enjoying the saltiness of the pre cum and the eroticism of the images on the screen that I could see out of the corner of my eye. Me sucking him off, four guys rubbing an assorted variety of different size and shaped pricks, and what looked to be a middle-aged blonde sucking her man’s cock quite proficiently.

He leant down and I quite unashamedly spread my legs as he pulled my thong from me and ran the blade across the thin band of cotton holding it in place before slipping first one finger, then another inside me.

I noticed on the picture that his hand covered my shaven mound although you could make out that he was fingering me with two of his fingers.

I also noticed as one guy came, his spunk running down over his hand. The woman was now bent over and her man was fucking her from behind, his cock momentarily visible before sliding inside her again.

I came twice during this time, each time my juices pouring over the fingers inside me.

He removed his hand and placed the fingers in my mouth and I lapped greedily at the taste of my own juices. I looked once more at the screen. The men wanking their swollen cocks. The blonde woman once more sucking her man’s cock and another woman, tied to a chair, her legs apart displaying her shaven cunt as the man beside her rubbed his cock rhythmically. I watched as his spunk shot over her face and his cock slid into her mouth. I had to look away at that point to prevent myself from gagging as I took the last of his cum down my throat.

He closed down the windows and switched off the camera before flicking the knife across the ties and releasing me. I must admit I did return his kiss, sliding my tongue I his mouth. I even reached down and rubbed his semi erect cock before slapping him across the face.

I’m still not struck on the intimacy of a camera, although I did enjoy myself in a perverse way. lol

 

 

 

 

 

Prayers & wishes

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Just a missive on a personal note, to extend my sympathies to the parents of  missing  Madeleine McCann and my sincerest wishes for her safe and speedy return.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6649951.stm

One has to question the sensibility of leaving children unattended for a half hour at a time... even if they are asleep.  If they had perished in a fire (God forbid), I suspect the parents would have been berated to Hell and back. 

Nevertheless,,, one can only imagine what they must be going through and I hope the outcome is a happy reunion.

 

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Life in the Australian Army... Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a smalltown, west of Quilpie in the far south west of Queensland )     Dear Mum & Dad, I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick  smart before the jobs are allgone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am . But I like sleeping in now, cuz all yagotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing! At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. Youdon't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!! This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges they comes in little boxes and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload! Sometimes yagotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster. Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet,but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer. I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is. Your loving daughter, Sheila

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Thought for the day: There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them. 

In Pharmacology, all drugs have two names, a trade name and generic name. For example, the trade name of Tylenol also has a generic name of Acetaminophen. Aleve is also called Naproxen. Amoxil is also call Amoxicillin and Advil is also called Ibuprofen.
The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra. After careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin.

Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin,
Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin.

Pfizer Corp. announced today that Viagra will soon be available in liquid form, and will be marketed by Pepsi Cola as a power beverage suitable for use as a mixer. It will now be possible for a man to literally pour himself a stiff one. Obviously we can no longer call this a soft drink, and it gives new meaning to the names of "cocktails", "highballs" and just a good old-fashioned "stiff drink". 
Pepsi will market the new concoction by the name of: MOUNT & DO.

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Further to my last entry,, one or two have asked how Max and Mum are, so I thought I’d bring things up to date.

It turned out Mum had pleurisy, which had caused her to faint. 
She spent a night in hospital and went home the next day with ant-biotics. 

Silly sod… She had an appointment to see her GP on the Wednesday and said, “If I don’t feel well I’ll not bother going…”   What sort of logic is that!!! 

I think Max is a little better. He’s been on his tablets for a week now. We were back at the vet’s last night for an update.
He’s put on 2kilos in a fortnight!  He looks better for it though.
It says on the tablets to be aware of possible weight gain so we’ll have to keep an eye on him and his meals.  Poor bugger has to have 5 tablets a day!  Yes FIVE,, plus we give him a cod liver oil tablet every day for his coat and bones… It’s a wonder he doesn’t rattle when he walks!!  Lol

It seems we have no legal redress with the breeder. The kennel Club doesn’t consider the disease a problem because it’s so rare!

Since I’m in the mood for writing,, after I post this I think I’ll write again to the breeder.  We paid an extremely high amount of money for a good pedigree and have a dog that will need medication (which isn’t cheap) for the rest of his life. 
I would think that she should honour a moral, if not legal obligation to refund some of the purchase price towards his medical fees. 

Human nature as it is…  I’m not holding my breath.

No matter though. I wouldn’t swap him for the healthiest dog on the planet!

Whilst I’m writing on a personal level for a change..  Here in the U.K a 21yr old (I refuse to call him a man!) has been charged with raping and murdering his 2yr old niece.  What sort of a person does such a thing?

I pray we don’t end up representing him! 
I’d give my notice rather than type a letter on behalf of that bastard.

What a sad, sad world we live in.

There doesn’t seem much to smile about lately…

 

 

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I didn't see the first punch coming..,  But I sure as hell felt it.   I realised it wasn’t a phallacy when someone spoke about seeing stars,, because I did then!

Up until that point we'd been arguing about whether 'HE' should baby-sit whilst I went out with my mates. At first he was agreeable,, until I came down to go out.

He thought I was too sexily dressed to be going out without him.  I reassured him that I didn’t want anyone else etc. but to no avail.. His erudite response was to call me ‘a fucking slag’.

And so came the name-calling, bitter snipes and exaggerated fault finding that accompanies such confrontations.

I turned to go back upstairs and see what damage had been done to my face when he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back down. As I bounced down the half dozen steps he pulled on my shoulder to turn me on my back and hit me again. Not a punch, but a full force slap, and once more the world was spinning.

I wasn’t sure if it was tears or blood running down my face, but it didn’t matter much anyway, all I wanted was to get him off me.  I kicked out and pushed and scratched, but he was just too big for me to do anything.  When he pulled my hair and slammed my head onto the bottom stair I was all but beaten. I screamed profanities at him to stop but there was no stopping him.

He reached up my skirt and ripped off my panties.

I know that in the movies and such this is considered to be hot,, but in reality it hurts like hell as the waistband rips into your flesh before ripping in two.

I was horrified. Screaming and calling him all the fucking bastards under the sun, but I could do nothing as he unzipped his flies, took out his stiff cock and forced it inside me.

Yet more pain as his prick forced my dry lips apart and began to fuck me.

I was sobbing as he rammed against me, pleading for him to stop, but his cock was harder than it been for months.

The pain eased as my pussy became accustomed to the motion. So much so that he was soon sliding his full length in and out of me with ease as the only resistance was my muscles contracting around it.

He still gripped my hair as with the other hand he ripped my blouse open and pulled down the cup of my bra to squeeze and pull my breast.

It was awful. And I hated myself… because I couldn’t help myself as I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper into me.

I held his neck and pulled his head into my shoulder, mostly in shame, as I ground my hips upwards to meet his thrusts.  I bit into his shoulder as the first waves of orgasm began to surge through my body.

I raised my legs even higher up his back and clasped them together, giving the utmost penetration possible as my cunt gripped his cock ever tighter.

I wanted to die, but I wanted to come again. I wanted to fuck so badly.

I began to come again, my juices gushing over his cock as I felt it harden even more and his whole body stiffen. I reached down and gripped the base of the shaft so that as he fucked me I was wanking him off and I felt his spunk spurt inside me.

When he rolled off me I was able to crawl upstairs where I cried myself to sleep.

What had happened to me?
I had been raped but I had responded to being fucked to the extent that I had orgasmed and tossed him off inside me.

Within the week he had moved out and the relationship was well and truly over,. So why was the image of him fucking me on the stairs central to my getting myself off when I felt inclined to do so?

Ultimately, I enjoy being taken forcibly. That is what gets me off big time.
The difference now is.. Do me, and if I’m receptive, it’ll be the best ride of your life.
Do me when I don’t like you, and I’ll cut your bollocks off!

                                                  

                                            Disclaimer

              This work is fictional and any resemblance to  characters living  or dead is purely coincidental… mostly.  *Wink* 

 

 

 

 

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Who's got the time to answer this lot??? !!!  LOL

1. Ever punch someone in the face?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Eat with your hands or utensils?
5. Do you dream at night?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Have you ever wished someone dead?
8. Do You Like Bush, the president?

HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...

9. Whats your philosophy on life? and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know...what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like metal music?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. What is your favorite thing about me?
21. Do you think I'm attractive?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
28. If I was to jump out of a plane, where would you be?
29. Do you like to dance?
30. If you drink, what kind of alcohol do you prefer?
32. Do you like fast food, if so what kind?
33. Do you like hot n spicy food?
34. Can you cook or bake?
35. Whats your specialty, foodwise?
36 How creative are you?
37. Do you like to go campimg, fishing, hiking?
38. Do you like to take road trips?
39. Do you want kids or desire to have more?
40. Do you like to drink coffee?

 

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"Hello Santa!"

"Well hello young Jo.. My how you've grown!  Come sit on my lap and tell me how you've been.."

"I've been really good Santa.. Everyone says how good I am!"

"Well a little birdie tells me you've been quite bad.. but you're extremely good at it. Have you been playing with the boys at SWYDM?"

"Oh yes Santa,, and some of the girls too!"

"My oh my, girls too! Tell me about the girls and boys at SWYDM.. I hope you play nicely."

"Yes I do Santa. Some of the girls are really pretty and they have photos of themselves in nice dresses and cars, with puppies and stuff. Sometimes they have pictures locked away behind a huuuge padlock. If you ask nicely they undo the padlock and let you look at the pics inside.

And you know what, Santa? Sometimes they have no clothes on! "

"Ho My! Tell me Jo, Do you have pictures of you without any clothes on?"

"Yes I do!  The girls look at my photos and we talk about doing.... stuff"

"What stuff?  Tell Santa what stuff you talk about"

"Well, we talk about our tits, and what we would do with them., and about rubbing our clits and licking them. I know it's naughty Santa, but they are sooo sexy, and it feels so nice. Sometimes I get really wet between my legs and have to rub myself to make it better.”

“Hmmm.  And what about the boys? Do they have pictures to look at? Do they look at your pictures?”

“Oh yes Santa. The boys always want to look at my pictures. Especially the ones where I have no clothes on. I think they must be my bestest pics cos all the boys like them. They show me their pics too, and they have pics of their.. You know… their thingies.”

“Come along now Jo Jo… Don’t be coy, you know Santa knows everything. What is it in their pics that they want to show you?”

“Well often it’s pictures of their cock Santa. Sometimes it’s soft, but mostly it’s big and hard. We talk about putting it in my mouth and up inside my pussy. That makes me wet too! Sometimes I rub myself while they rub their cocks until we cum. I love to see their spunk.. it’s so sexy!

There’s something sticking in my bum Santa… Ooh Santa.. Is that your cock?”

“That it is my girl.  All that talk of cocks and tits and wanking has made me hard. I see now why you’re such a good bad little girl.  Show me what you would do to the boys at SWYDM. That’s it, take my cock out. Now put it in your mouth and suck it.  Oh that is so good! Oh yes, squeeze my balls.

I’m going to cum in your mouth soon.  God I’m going to shoot my spunk in your mouth. Swallow it bitch. Empty my fucking sack and swallow it down!”

“Ho Hoe Ooh… I’m cumming!”

“Santa! How could you be so naughty! But nice! But wait., You’re not Santa… You’re  * insert lecherous SWYDM male members name as applicable*   !!!!!!

                                       LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Spare a thought...

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T'was the night before Christmas, He lived all alone,  
In a one bedroom house, Made of plaster and stone.  
 
I had come down the chimney, With presents to give,  
And to see just who, In this house did live.  
 
I looked all about, A strange sight I did see,  
No tinsil, no presents, Not even a tree.  
 
No stocking by the mantle, Just boots filled with sand,  
On the wall hung pictures, Of far distant lands.  
 
With medals and badges, Awards of all kinds,  
A sober thought, Came through my mind.  
 
For this house was different, It was dark and deary,  
I found the home of a soldier,Once I could see clearly.  
 
The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, alone,  
Curled up on the floor, In this one bedroom home.  
 
The face was so gentle, The room is such disorder,  
Not how I pictured, A solitary soldier.  
 
Was this the hero, Of whom I'd just read?,  
Curled up on a poncho, The floor for a bed?  
 
I realized the families, That I saw this night,  
Owed thier lives to these soldiers, Who were willing to fight.  
 
Soon round the world, The children would play,  
And grownups would celebrate, A bright Christmas day.  
 
They all enjoyed freedom, Each month of the year,  
Because of the soldiers, Like the one lying here.  
 
I couldn't help wonder, How many lay alone,  
On a cold Christmas eve, In a land far from home.  
 
The very thought brought, A tear to my eye,  
I dropped to my knees, And started to cry.  
 
The soldier awakened, And I heard a rough voice,  
"Santa, don't cry, This life is my choice.  
 
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,  
My life is my God, my Country, my Corps."  
 
The soldier rolled over, And drifted to sleep,  
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.  
 
I kept watch for hours, So silent and still,  
And we both shivered, From the cold night's chill.  
 
I didn't want to leave, On that cold, dark night,  
This guardian of honour, So willing to fight.  
 
Then the soldier rolled over, With a voice, soft and pure,  
Whispered, "Carry on Santa, It's Christmas day, all is secure."  
 
One look at my watch, And I knew he was right,  
"Merry Christmas my friend, And to all a good night."

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