Message-ID: <36883asstr$1024607403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Kenny Gamura" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Jun 2002 15:30:27.0043 (UTC) FILETIME=[6720BB30:01C2186F] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 15:30:26 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... part 15 continued {Gamera} (MF oral, MF exhib bond) Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 17:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman . Disclaimer This is piece of fiction. Any imagined resemblance to people living or deceased is either the result of dementia on the reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a character of this story. It is assumed that readers of this story have the permission of the state, mom, dad, and pastor and are able to tell the difference between real and make-believe. Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well thought out, humourous insults on his writing skill. Note: he already knows he cannot spell 'warth shet'. Special Thanks go to Pat for helping me stay motivated these last few months. The events and descriptions of this story are the sole property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded, reposted, or profited from in anyway without express written permission of the person hiding behind that pen name. Reposting and free archiving will be tolerated given the writer's name and address remains attached. Archiving by Deja.Com and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged. Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera turtlemeat69@hotmail.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/Beggars_Can't_Be Whoops! Hotmail. Size Limit! Stoopid turtle! Sorry! Beggars Can't Be... Part 15 A Cop and a Doughnut Shop continued by Kenny N Gamera Sherry moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "let's go back to your car." We left the coffee (it tasted as bad as it smelled) and went outside. Again, I unlocked her door first and opened it for her. She reached in and pulled up the lock to the back door. She opened it. "Get in." Well, what else could I do, I got in pushing our things to the floor. She followed and pushed me against the driver's side door. She took off her jacket and dropped it to the side. Then, she pulled her knees onto the seat and knelt on it. Leaning against her elbows, she reached to my fly and with a minimum of fuss undid my pants. My penis entered her mouth. Using on hand to hold me and balance on as her tongue rubbed along my growing erection, she moved the other down to her jeans to release the buttons of fly. She released my penis and stood up on her knees. Taking my hand, she took it and placed it around the shaft. She guided it in a down/up motion. I took the hint and began to masturbate. Seeing this, she winked and pulled her hand away. She put her hands to either side of her jeans, and pushed them from her butt and down her thighs, she wore no underpants. At her knees, she lifted one, slid the pant leg under it, and then did the same with the other side. Reaching behind herself, she pushed off each of her heavy, black leather boots then the jeans. I pumped my dick slowly as I looked at Sherry, dressed in nothing but a white-pocketed tee shirt and a pair of white athletic socks, the kind with the coloured band at the top. Between them was unbroken tan skin, except for a tuff of hair above her nether lips, shaped like...well...shaped like a cop's shield badge. I will admit that I stared. She reached up to my chin and lifted my head. When our eyes reached level with each other's, she winked again. "What did you expect," she asked. "A heart?" I laughed. She walked on knees closer to me. She also pulled me closer to her. I squooched on my butt closer to her. We met in the middle. She reached down and pulled my pants and underwear down. I lifted my butt to let her get them all the way down to my ankles. With this barrier out of the way, Sherry lifted her right knee up and threw it over my lap to straddle me. Her hand joined mine around my penis once again. Together, we held it steady as she sank over it. The walls of her vagina slowly enveloped my shaft. Too quickly, she reached the junction of my penis and my body. She moved her mouth again to my ear. "This is from Jenny, Ken," she said with a soft moan, "with all of her love." Sherry moved her hands on my shoulder and began to raise and lower herself with her legs. Her grip was strong, not effective enough to hold me down, but still strong enough to remind me to stay in place and let her do all of the work. I watched her face; her eyes were closed and expression had a Buddha like thoughtfulness. I reached up to her tee shirt and pulled it over her breasts. They too were tanned, topped with brown nipples that were already erect. I lowered my mouth to them and wrapped my lips around one. "Use your teeth." I did. "Harder." I bit harder. "Harder." I bit harder. "Too hard." I relaxed a little and swabbed the top of the offended tip, with the point of my tongue. She hummed. There was a knock at the window. I looked out it. There was a deputy sheriff looking in at us. "What is it, Ken." I released her nipple to say, "a deputy sheriff." "Lower the window." As I turned the crack, Sherry reached over to her jeans. She struggled with a pocket and keeping the rhythm of her thrust against me, but pulled something out as the window came open. The deputy started to sputter something about public displays of affection when she flipped it open and showed him her badge. He studied it for a moment as Sherry began to twist herself over my body in a clockwise motion. "Jeez, couldn't you just get a hotel room, Officer Micheals." "Mmmmm, good idea." Sherry dropped her badge and reached over to the deputy's hand and brought it to her breast. I shrugged and placed my mouth back to the one I had been suckling. "You know any good ones." Sherry began to pump again and at a slightly faster pace as the deputy gave directions. His hand mauled at her breast as he spoke. Just as he reached the end, so did I. I ejaculated into Sherry with a groan. Sherry pushed my face away with one hand and the deputy's mitt with the other. She pulled her tee shirt down to cover her breast and spun around to take a seat next to me. Reaching over to the door, she opened it and stepped out of the car. She closed the door on me. In nothing but her socks and shirt, she leaned over to the deputy and kissed him on the cheek with whispered thanks. "Ken, give me your keys." Taking them from my pants pocket, I handed Sherry my keys through the open window. She unlocked the driver's door and got in. As she turned the ignition, the deputy went to the door of the doughnut shop, shaking his head. Sherry backed out of the gravel lot, and followed the directions to the motel. Once there, she turned to me in the back. "Pull your pants up and get us a room. I want to fuck your brains out." The check in was easy. In just moments, my credit card was that much closer to maxed out, and I was walking back to my car. Sherry stepped out, pants in one hand, badge holder in the other. She followed as I went to the appropriate door. I opened it and gestured her inside. I entered hastily behind her. Dropping her burdens, she stripped off her shirt and plopped on top of the bed. She was taking off the socks, as I went into the bathroom. I used the toilet and then washed myself in strategic areas with a washcloth. Returning into the bedroom, I found Sherry lying on the bed. She turned to me and held out her arms. "Take me, Ken." A pair of handcuffs held her hands. "Take them off, Sherry." I crumpled to my knees. "Take them off, take them off." She was over to me in a second as I curled up into a ball. The cuffs dangled from one wrist. "They're trick cuffs, Ken." She stroked my face. "See they're off." "Good boy don't hurt girls, Sherry," I mumbled, "good boys don't hurt girls." _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+