Stranded 5 – Free XXX Porn
Saturday, July 28th, 2007Actually, the nearest place where he could have parked his car was
well over a mile away. That was going to be pretty rough in bare feet.
He wanted to say something more, but realized the futility of it and
started undressing. When he was down to his shoes and socks, he gave
me a venomous glare and started back in the direction I figured his
car was in.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.
He stopped and looked back at me, puzzled.
“I said ‘every stitch’ and I meant it!” I said, waggling the barrel of
the gun menacingly at his feet.
“You can’t expect me to walk all the way back there in my bare feet!”
he cried.
I spat at a beetle crawling across the ground, not really trying to
hit it, “Can. Do.” was all I said.
He angrily removed his shoes and socks and stomped off across the
grass. That stopped within a couple of steps as his tender feet told
him there were other things besides grass there that weren’t good to
be stomped on.
I let him get well down the hill before I swapped the film canister in
his camera for a fresh one, pocketing all the exposed rolls from his
bag as well as the one from the camera. I dismounted and searched the
pockets of his clothing as well, and found one other roll.
When I was pretty sure Parminder’s picture wasn’t going to wind up in
the Enquirer, I rolled up my lariat and hung it from the saddle again,
then trotted Buck down the hill after the guy, snapping pictures as I
went. I kept snapping as I passed him, getting some great shots of his
little floppy bouncing up and down. If looks could kill, I’d have been
dead several times over. I was well ahead of him when I spotted his
car.
True to my word, I left his clothes and equipment on the hood of the
car, but kept the film, including the roll I shot. I also left a note
that read, “My property and my guests are off-limits. If there is a
next time, when I shoot you, it will be legal.”
I watched from the top of the hill until he drove off, then rode back
to the barn and gave Buck a few extra oats for his trouble, as I
curried him before putting him back in the pasture.
Not surprisingly, Parminder was on pins and needles, wanting to know
what was going on.
“I think you need a new agent, Ms. Nagra.” I said as I handed her the
film, “I’d keep that one.” I pointed to the roll with the
photographer’s nude studies on it, “You may have a use for it someday.
I recommend destroying the rest.”
“Wait! Back up!” her confusion showed in her voice, “What do you mean
I need a new agent!”
“Ok,” I said patiently, “Put it together. Call to Maury. Paparazzi on
the hill…”
“Oh heavens!” she said, hand to mouth, “Your phone doesn’t have caller
ID blocking does it?!”
I slowly shook my head.
“That bastard!” she pounded her fist on the chaise, “That ruddy
bastard!”
She fumed for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, “He’s just
ruined himself! Cheeky bastard didn’t think I’d figure it out! Now no
one will use him, not once I’ve told my story to a few people I know
who can’t seem to hold onto secrets!”
I smiled and said “I like the way you think!”
“But wait!” She put a hand on my arm “What about the photographer?
What if he comes back?”
“That’s unlikely,” I said, with a twisted smile, “but my security
system actually watches the entire perimeter of this place. That’s
what tipped me off. I’d have known sooner, but I hadn’t thought to
carry the remote beeper. I’ll have it with me from now on.”
“What makes you so sure he won’t come back?” she asked, so I told her
what I’d done.
She looked at the roll of film and laughed, “Oh, you are a devious
man, Mr. Stafford!”
When I told her what the note said, she looked shocked and asked, “You
wouldn’t really shoot him, would you?”
“A threat is only as good as the threatened person’s willingness to
believe it,” I said, “If our spy should ask around, he’ll find I’m not
given to making idle threats.”
That didn’t settle her mind much, but she didn’t pursue the matter. We
took a ride around the place in the afternoon, and the wind in her
hair seemed to lift Parminder’s spirits. I know it lifted mine! She
looked absolutely ravishing sitting ramrod straight in the saddle, her
tits bouncing enticingly under her shirt!
Over dinner, Parminder said teasingly, “You gave me such a good
massage last night, it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
“May be fair, Par,” I replied, “but it takes a person with some heft
to be able to apply the right kind of pressure for someone my size.
I’ve had ladies try before and the results were less than
satisfactory.”
She was quiet for a few bites, then said coyly, “Actually, the massage
I have in mind might not relax you much, but I think you’ll find it
enjoyable, nonetheless!”
I studied her mischievous smile for a few moments, replying with my
own smile, “How can I refuse an offer like that?”
Once the dinner dishes were cycling through the dishwasher, Parminder
insisted that we retire to the massage room. I stripped off and lay
prone on the table, positioning my face comfortably in the padded
ring.
I tried to resist the temptation to look as I heard rustling and other
sounds from Parminder’s vicinity, but one sound caught my attention
and I just had to check it out. To my astonishment and delight, the
young actress was bent over, facing away from me, slathering her round
little buttocks with a generous coating of massage gel!
“Hey!” she must have caught my movement from the corner of her eye,
“No peeking!”
“Ok! Ok!” I said, laying back down, my curiosity as fully aroused as
my aching cock!
A few moments later, I heard a chair slide across the room toward me,
and felt Parminder climbing onto the table. My hard-on grew even more
as I felt her naked, greasy little buttocks settling firmly atop mine.
“Right!” she said, slipping around a bit on her fleshy perch, “Let’s
begin, shall we?”
Placing a small hand on each of my shoulders, she began sliding the
full length of my back with those deliciously slippery buttocks! Her
angle changed as she reached my neck, probably because of the position
of her feet, and I felt an equally slippery pussy ‘massaging’ the back
of my neck!
“There,” she said smugly, “that should take a few of the kinks out!”
For several minutes she slid up and down my back, not doing much to
relax me, but turning both of us on big time. When she moved to my
legs, she had no choice but to generously lube both of her crevices as
it was impossible for her to keep her buttocks on top of my narrower
legs, or maybe she just didn’t want to! Her breathing was getting
ragged, and I think my left leg got short changed a bit as she rasped,
“Turn over!”
She stood astride my body as I turned, and I had the most erotic view
up her legs and torso. Her entire body was glistening from the
lubricant by now, and it was all I could do to put my hands at my
sides instead of running them up her legs.
Applying another generous coating of lube to her nether regions (I was
thanking my lucky stars that I had bought the large, economy size!)
she plopped down on my abdomen, her dark eyes burning into mine as she
slithered to and fro, coming to rest momentarily with my chin nestled
in her pubic hair.
“Are you enjoying your massage, Nick?” she asked from somewhere above
her luscious breasts.
“So far, Par,” I replied into her greasy muff, “but there’s one part
down there that’s still very tense!”
She twisted to look over her shoulder at my erection and said, “Ah!
I’ve got just the thing to relax that!”
She slipped backward and when my rod collided with her lower back, she
reached behind her and raised it to a vertical position, then lifted
herself and sat gingerly on top of it, slowly lowering her stretching
vagina down my shaft.
“Oooh!” she murmured, hard at work trying to get it all in, “That’s a
big one! Hang on! Almost got it…!”
She swiveled her hips and pushed, a couple of inches still outside.
Suddenly, one of her oily feet slipped off the table and she dropped
the last couple of inches! Her shriek almost deafened me and I thought
she’d been seriously injured.
“Are you all right, Parminder?” I asked.
She nodded, still unable to speak, but made no effort to raise herself
back up. My cock was pressed hard against her cervix and her tunnel
was spasming around it.
Finally resting some of her weight on her hands, she gasped, “That
wasn’t in the plan! Have you registered that weapon?”
I grinned, and said, “Tried, but the county clerk’s a woman, and when
I showed it to her, she wanted to see how it fired, and, well, one
thing led to another, and we never did get that paperwork filled out!”
Slowly, with numerous grunts and moans, Parminder swiveled her hips,
trying to stretch herself to accomodate me. When my glans slipped
across the hard bump of her cervix, both of us gasped!
“I’m sorry, Nick,” She said, rising off me, “but it’s just too damn
long for that hole.”
I was disappointed, but it wasn’t the first time a small woman had had
trouble accepting all of me. What Parminder did next, though, broke
the pattern all to hell.
Slipping forward an inch or so as my glans slipped out of her, she
nestled it into the greasy brown star of her anus, and with one long
slow slide, accompanied by many ‘Ooohh’s and ‘aaahhh’s, she slid all
the way down. Her eyelids fluttered as it slid into her and eyes
rolled back in her head! When the plum popped through into her colon,
her sounds became wilder, more guttural, and more urgent.
She rested a moment, breathing heavily, when she was finally seated on
my pubic bone, then her eyes bored into mine as she said huskily,
“This hole goes a bit deeper! Just give me a little time to adjust to
your girth, and we’ll be off!”
I tried to stay still, but the inside of that hot brown tunnel felt so
good, I couldn’t resist flexing a time or two. Each time I did,
Parminder hit me on the chest with a small brown fist and said,
“Bastard!”
After the second or third time, though, the epithet was accompanied by
a constipated sort of smile.
Eventually, she started moving, very slowly, all the way to the point
where the ridge at the back of my glans lodged against the inside of
her sphincter. Then, staring fixedly off into space, she lowered
herself back down.
“Oh my stars!” she exclaimed, “Will that thing never end?!”
But it did, and this time she circled her ass around my pelvis, a
beatific smile on her face as my cock rearranged her insides.
