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!

Milestone

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.

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.

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.

Coffee, Tea or Me?

At the risk of dating myself, I once read Trudy Baker and Rachel Jones' memoirs as a young child and have always been fascinated by stewardesses.  I know they're called flight attendants now, but I mean the old school version.

So, on a recent trip from RL to SL, I met a lovely "stewardess", yes SL still employs stewardesses, and invited her by my place as she was having an extended layover in SL.

After a few drinks and some idle chit chat, we end up on a thick rug in front of a fire, just relaxing and getting to know each other.

The drinks must have loosened her up, or perhaps it was the long flight, but in no time she was grinding on my lap and letting me know this was more than a "lay"over.

I began peeling off her uniform, letting that sweet cleavage tease me even as I found myself drawn to those lovely lips.  I knew I'd feel them on my cock soon enough.

It didn't take me long to get her skirt worked off, letting her sweet body thrash and writhe on me as I almost ripped my clothes off.  I laid back and watched her grind on top of me, moaning my name, trying to ascertain why stewardesses aroused me so easily, then I became lost in the beauty of her mouth, knowing I had to feel those soft lips on my flesh.

It didn't take much coaxing to get her mouth down to my manhood.  Seems she was just as turned on as I was.

Lord this girl knows how to work a dick with her mouth.

It didn't take me long to empty a thick load on her face and tits.

But, I didn't stop there.  Not wasting any time, I dropped her to her hands and knees and got into position behind her.

I pounded her well into the evening, not even taking time to clean her face.  She was gone come morning, something about a red eye.  Guess what airline I'll be flying into SL on a more regular basis?

Have a bad day bitches!  and make note of the four exits....

Whore d’oeuvres

I logged into Second Life today and went for a little stroll, trying to find some new seedy areas in which to torment girls since that is sort of what I do... and I ran into this rather bored looking lady of the night.

Now those of you who know me know I don't pay for sex in Second Life.  Why anyone would is beyond me.  Anyway, I was just about to walk away from her "offer" of a good time when something caught my eye.

Well, what do you know.  Icontrol collar and implant, locked on, set to public.  It's like waving a red flag at a bull in a china shop.

I can only imagine her shock when I grabbed her leash.  Of course, she was still under the very misguided impression that I was someone named "John".

As I forced her to start with a dance for me, she began blabbering about how she needed to raise money for tuition.  Well, she wasn't going to get any money, but the least I could do was make sure she got an education.  Y'all know how important higher learning is to me.

I just love a hot coed in jean shorts.  Of course, I love them even more out of those jean shorts.

As I slowly removed her clothing, I actually felt a twinge of guilt over what I was about to do.  No, wait a minute.  That was hunger.  I forgot to eat breakfast this morning...

This girl wasn't going to go hungry though.  I made damn sure of that.

Look at how those lips caress the tip of my cock.  This bitch could have suck started a Harley at this point.

After getting me good and hard, I spun her around and had her work that tight pussy down my pole.  ((See what I did there?))

After letting her ride me for a good length of time, I pushed her onto the bed and finished by releasing my load into her from behind.  Then I left her locked like that, on the bed.

"What about my money, Mister?"  The check is in the mail, bitch.  Have a BAD day!