I sat down on the couch contemplating what took place this evening. My boyfriend Tony and I have dated for three months now. He's a great guy, intelligent, good looking, witty and very capable in the bedroom. Tonight I asked him what he wants for Christmas, but he didn't answer. Instead, he looked off in the distance like his thoughts were a million miles away. I tried hard to think of things he has mentioned in the past trying to figure out what to get him. His clothing is impressive, his apartment is beautiful and he has enough money that he buys whatever strikes his fancy. He isn't one to talk about wanting something; he buys what he needs.nnSuddenly a wicked smile crossed my lips. I knew what to get him, but getting it may be more difficult so I would have to start making calls.nnHe arrived the Friday before Christmas, dressed in jeans and a casual sweater. We discussed staying in to make popcorn over the fire in the fireplace and sip some wine. It was my idea to invite a couple friends over, to which he agreed.nn"Tell me again, who is coming over tonight?"nn"I invited Bob and Yvonne, and Tyson and Megan."nn"Cool, they're all fun to be around."nnThe doorbell signaled their arrival. Hoping up from in front of the fireplace I greeted Yvonne and Megan.nn"Where are the guys?"nn"Last minute shopping.

Another night, another show. Rex had played this song many times, fingering the bass notes on his Fender Precision, fast and furious, dancing around his side of the stage, mugging at the front rows of the audience and playing off the other guys in the band. From the stage, most places look pretty much the same: piles of speakers and bright lights to the sides of the stage and more bright lights in front. nnThis university pub was no different. Looking down to the front of the stage, a bunch of drunk guys with their fists in the air (or another guy's mouth) and the occasional visions of female pulchritude, proudly displaying braless tits in tight tops. Many of these eyed Rex's big cock, trapped in the leg of his skin-tight pants.nnSurprisingly, Rex was picky. His experience was that the girls in the front row were often self-involved and, ultimately, not satisfying in bed. Rex looked for something special, a girl with a special look in her eye, a girl who would take the time to pleasure him in the way he loved best - to have his cock sucked slowly, building up to a gut-wrenching orgasm, spewing his sperm into the girl's soft, wet mouth. That girl would also enjoy Rex's talents - his love for sucking her pussy and fucking her slowly for hours with his big, hard cock. Such girls were not found in front of the stage, but further back, beyond the lights, waiting to show themselves to a guy that could capture their interest. nnAs the song came to an end, Rex could hear cheering and yelling from a large group toward the back of the room. Looking past the lights, he could make out team uniforms and hoisted mugs of beer. It was a mixed bunch of guys and girls - a team of some sort. Apparently, they were celebrating a victory. As usual, they had no interest in the band - teams seldom did.nnFinally, the last song was played and Rex was finished for the evening. He left the stage, put his bass away, changed his clothes in the shabby dressing room and made his way out into the still-partying crowd to get a soft drink. Heading toward the bar, he passed the rowdy team. The girls caught his attention.

I thrust into my wife and with a deep low moan shot several long spurts of my sticky come deep inside her pussy. I felt her vaginal muscles spasm around my hard cock almost pulling the sperm out from me, depositing it deep inside her juicy wet hairy pussy.nn"Go on then." Angie said. "You know what you want to do now."nnI pulled my now limp cock out from her pussy and gently moved down her body to nibble on her hard engorged nipples.nn"Keep going downwards cum eater," Angie said to me in a playful tone.nnI moved my mouth away from her hard little nipple and brushed my tongue downwards over her belly heading towards her moist pussy. As I brushed my tongue over her smooth belly I left a trail of my wet saliva as I licked past her belly button. I continued my progress down the bed until my body was situated between her wide open legs, and my face was level with her hairy pussy. I breathed in deeply and savored the heady smell of sweat, love juice and my fresh thick sperm.nn"Lick me out then darling, get your tongue inside me and lick up all of your sticky come." I was firmly told.nnI stared at Angie's pussy which was gaping wide open from the fucking I had just given her. Her love lips were swollen and puffy and stretched apart revealing the wet pinkness of her juicy hole within. Her bushy pubic hair was matted with wetness and leaking love juices. As Angie opened her legs even wider a trickle of my white sperm appeared at the entrance to her pussy.nn"Lick it all up cum sucker, before it leaks out and makes a mess all over our bed." Angie said assertively to me.nnAs usual I did exactly as I was told.

This is the sixth instalment in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's struggle against the criminal gang who have abducted her with the intention of selling her into the sex trade. If you haven't already done so, and wish to get up to speed with the story so far, I humbly suggest that you read the first five chapters before continuing. nn*nnLong before Tina's shrieking cries deteriorated into a low, persistent keening, the pitter-patter of the sticks in snake's hand took up their rhythm all over again. This time it was played out on the sole of her other foot, and with the beating of the sticks came the sound of his voice. Softly and persistently, he began mocking her vulnerability. nn"How did you like that?" He asked. "Still reckon the pain was in my dreams do you?"nnFor a few seconds she struggled wildly, but the ropes binding her to the table were tied too tightly, too securely. Now she began to understand why her arms had been left free. Though they flailed around wildly, it was a useless gesture. There was nothing positive she could do with them. She couldn't reach below the table to loosen the knots and nor could she unbuckle the hated collar round her neck. In fact, the harder Tina struggled, the more the ropes seemed to tighten around her. She soon gave up and lay quietly on the table, trembling and whimpering softly as she waited for the pain to visit her again. She could only move her foot an inch or so, and the sticks followed her relentlessly. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. nnThis time he didn't keep her waiting quite so long, though the final slashing blow was delivered with equal ferocity. For a second time Tina's body contorted in agony, and the room filled with her shrieking screams as snake switched his attention back to her left foot. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.