Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Trick Photography

So I got a call from one of my dearest friends in Second Life, Sassy Romano.  Seems she has a friend who has an upcoming rez day and Sassy wanted to give her a memorable experience, so she changed the girl's relay so that my name and anything giving away my identity was hidden, as I know the girl as well.  Then Sassy summoned her to my sky box under the guise of having a photo shoot for her rez day.  Spoiler alert - This wasn't an ordinary photo shoot.

I played it cool at first, y'all know how I roll.  I had her get comfortable on a small chair, taking a few generic pictures.

Look at those sultry eyes and pouty lips.  You just know this is going to be a fun fuck.  And she chose to wear a cross.  A girl after my own heart.

Now, forget all that beauty you saw in her face.  Look at that sweet ass.  The ass that launched a thousand ships, or something like that.

Of course, that small chair wasn't really getting the job done, and this girl still thought this was a generic photo shoot for her husband.  So I brought out a more suitable chair and had her get cozy.  Smoke that cigarette darling, you're going to be smoking something meatier very soon.

So I took a chance, and slid into the chair.  Under the guise of getting a close up, of course.  However, my tell tale bulge rubbing at her through my jeans gave away my intentions.

Pulling her hair down confirmed those intentions.  By now she was cupping her own breasts and grinding herself into me.  "You didn't bring me here for pictures, did you Sir?"  No.  No, I did not.

That's when she tugged the dress downward to let those perky nipples show, and ripped off her panties.  This bitch was in heat.

What else could I do but take off my own shirt and help her out of that lacy dress.  She took matters into her own hands from there.

Then she started licking the head of my cock, I got so excited I.....

Damn it.  Dropped the camera.  Lucky for me it didn't break.

I got everything righted again and just gripped her hair, doing my best to try and not be sucked out of the chair.  Fuck, this girl could suck start a Harley.

I then kicked her off the chair and over to my bed.  Seriously, what photo studio has a ready made fuck bed in it?  The kind I work in, that's what kind.  I decided to make that rare return favor and tasted this sweet honey for myself.  Pussy juice made of sunshine and gold, I shit you not.

I could barely contain myself at this point, bending her sweet body over backwards and plowing fully into her.  At this time she gave up trying to guess who I was and just decided to call me God.  "Oh God, go faster!  Oh God, go deeper!  Oh God, you're huge!"  You get my drift.

Then I decided I was doing too much work, and decided to lay back and let her ride.

And ride she did.  Up and down.  Faster.  Then faster still.

Finally she gave up, a quivering pile of female flesh, so I easily pushed her over and kept pounding my hard dick in and out of her.

Look at that needy cunt.  What man could say no?  After an hour or so of this, I couldn't stand it any more and blew a thick wad of my spunk deep inside her fertile womb.  Let's call it a nine month later rez day gift.

Of course, it was all she could do to roll over and curl into my arms.  Her soft lips parted with one more request.  "Please tell me your name, kind Sir?"

I didn't.  But I made sure she got my business card.

Have a BAD day bitches!

Friday, May 23, 2014


I know, I've been too busy and/or distracted to blog of late.  Meanwhile, number 1250 happened.  I may turn on the afterburners and try to get to 1500 by year end.  Who is this prey, you ask?  Who knows?  Who cares?  She can ride cock though.  Congrats on being a milestone fuck, bitch.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Happy St. Patrick's Day

These girls are always after me lucky charms.

I hope your holiday is as pleasing.  Stay safe and don't drink and drive.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

All In a Day's Work

I know, I know, it's been many months since my last post.  Truth is, I decided to go straight and entered an honest line of work.  I became what some people call a sanitation engineer, or janitor, for the less couth among you.  I went to work in this office building.  It's not a very lucrative job, but I get to be alone, deep in my thoughts.  Granted, I do have to make some tough decisions.  Like here, for example.  Do I pretend to be working on the hot water heater, or do I pretend to be working on the furnace?

There are some perks to the job, I get to look at eye candy all day, well, at least on days when my duties take me out of the basement.  Here's my boss, Mrs. Valendia.  She sure is nice to look at, but don't be fooled.  She's a ball busting bitch.

Now, you may be wondering; "Such an idyllic world Trick, what prompted you to post again?"  Here I am, minding my own business, and Mrs. Valendia decides to come down into MY basement and lays into me about stupid crap like, "Remember your customer service, Trick."  "Don't leer at the female employees working in the building, Trick."  "Stop licking your lips and grabbing your crotch when we ride the elevator together, Trick."  And on, and on, and on, so much to the point that I just...

Well, I snapped.  Next thing you know, I have Mrs. High and Mighty spread out and tied to a wooden table.  I guess this is what they call an "exit interview".

Lord, does this bitch have a mouth on her.  Screaming, and yelling, and cursing, it just drove me mad.  So I slapped her.  Over, and over, and over.  Knocked those prissy glasses right off of her face.

Luckily the basement was recently sound proofed.  I think I used the phrase, "The higher level of quiet from the noisy machinery will make our clients happier."  Guess what dumb broad fell for that line?

Well, Mrs. Bitch Lady, how's that muffled basement working for you now?  The more clothing I tore off, the louder she screamed.  I must say, that stirred up some old memories and feelings.

So I started ripping her clothing off, placing firm slaps all over her pale, creamy flesh.  Ah yes, just like old times.

To be honest, I'm not sure if I ripped off her clothes, or slapped them off of her.

Either way, that soft, succulent flesh was soon exposed and mine for the taking.

Once I had her naked and properly worked up, I bent her hot little ass over the table and proceeded to begin banging the shit out of her.

Her screams quickly turned to moans and her shouting of "You are soooo fired!" turned into "God damn can you thrust it any harder?"  Women can be so fickle.

Of course, i wasn't done with the slapping and spanking.

A lady has an ass that sweet, I think it needed to be reddened.  Properly.

Eventually, we worked our way back to the subject of my continued employment.

I thought it only fair Mrs. Valendia negotiate from a position of motivation.  So I hung her in a steel chain and collar.  It's real simple, bitch.  You sign over the business to me and service me as my fuck toy for the rest of your life, or I drop your legs after I cum and walk away.

Just then, my cock exploded deep inside of her in a hot blast of sticky jizz.  Whatever did she choose?

Either way, this bitch had a bad day.