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In the basement....
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In the basement.... She opened the front door and heard me gasp....She was wearing only a white g-string, white thigh-high stockings and white VERY high heeled shoes. The ensuing hug and kiss almost ripped a hole in the front of my jeans from the instant hard-on. She walked into the kitchen, and I followed, mesmerized by the wiggle of her LUSCIOUS ass, its fullness split only by the tiny white string disappearing between her cheeks. She bent forward at the waist, showing her pussy from behind, opened the freezer and withdrew a frozen cucumber- the one with the notch cut across one end. "Just as you requested", she purred. "I have all the rest in the basement". She took my hand and led me the the basement door, turned and leaned her back against it, and with one outstretched hand rubbed the front of my jeans. "I'm all yours", whispering in my ear. She turned back and leaned into me, rubbing her ass on my bulge. My hands excitedly explored the silky skin of her ass. She stepped forward and down, her heels clicking on the steps. Halfway down she stopped and turned, leaned forward, and kissed the zipper on my jeans. "MMMMMmmmmmm.." At the bottom of the stairs was a typical basement: partially finished, partially the normal things a basement contains. Except the stripper pole. "Do you like it ?", she asks seductively as she grasps the top and spins around to face me. On a small table next to the pole are a red scarf, a length of rope and an empty 5-gallon bucket. She rests the frozen cucumber on the edge of the table, looks up at me with a beaming smile, and says, "Now, I'm REALLY all yours". I lean her back against the pole and step back...She is STUNNING...Hard nipples on the most perfect breasts, a spectacular figure, and a little wet spot forming at the bottom of her<b> g-string. </font></b>I grab the scarf and step behind her and the pole, grasping each wrist and gently tying them together. she leans further back, groping for my jeans, finding them and rubbing up and down. With her wrists now tied behind the pole. the rope is made in two loops, one for each ankle, looped around the back of the pole too, only allowing her to step forward slightly. The empty 5-gallon bucket is placed upside-down between her feet, her shoes spread apart and along the sides. I grasp her<b> g-string </font></b>at her hips and pull the strings up, sliding the tiny material between her legs into her wet pussy. She moans and throws her head back, loving every moment. She watches me reach for the frozen cucumber with a smile. Reaching between her legs, I pull the soaking<b> g-string </font></b>material to the side and slide the frozen cucumber slowly into her. Gasps and whimpers greet every inch of the deliciously cold vegetable. fully inside, I pull the sopping wet<b> g-string </font></b>material back between her legs and place it in the notch of the cucumber- like an arrow on a bow.... I undress to her delight, my massive hard on fueled by the amazing sight before me. She writhes against the pole, humping the air and watching my cock. "Time to fuck your tits", I state, stepping toward her. "Squat"...and as she does she lowers herself onto the upside-down 5-gallon bucket between her legs, the top now shoving the cucumber further in. She screams in ecstasy, cumming and squirting, her juices dripping down her thighs, her breasts perfectly placed for me. I slide my cock between her tits, the head protruding far enough for her to kiss and lick it each time it appears. We repeat this routine several times, each time becoming more intense for her against the 5-gallon can, until she pounds herself downward time after time, screaming and cumming, impaling herself on her cucumber cock. Exhausted, head down, she finally stops, a puddle of her nectar on the floor, panting to catch her breath. She looks up, flashing her white teeth and beaming her smile..."Would you like me to re-freeze it for tomorrow..??? |
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