She had a fire poker in her grip. I hadn’t even noticed the fireplace on the same wall as the window I was looking through. She borrowed another han...ful of pussy cream and pushed some into her asshole. She aimed the fat metal poker handle at her brown spot, and maneuvered it into her slick hole slowly, past her sphincter muscle. Satisfied with the depth of her insertion, she pulled it out a few inches, then, slid it back in, until she was rockin’ and rollin’ once again. She resumed her dildo. Fair attempts at writing will be accepted. If you want to write a lot in this story, please ask me in private and I will assign you authorship. English is not my first language, so please excuse my grammar. I try my best to correct myself on any re-reads I do of my chapters. If anyone with good English would like to correct my stuff, once again, contact me and I will give you Editor access. All the fake pictures in the chapters I write are done by me.You can find all my work at:. One night we were laying in bed drinking wine, fooling around and watching a porn flick - a handsome, well-muscled black policeman stopped a bottle blonde slut in a speeding red convertible and demanded a blow job in lieu of giving her a ticket. Of course she willingly complied. The bottle blonde looked a lot like Wanda. I couldn't help myself - I blurted out my fantasy to her and asked if she might be interested in helping me make it come true. She freaked out; it seems like her first husband. Jahke was horrified to find his libido hardening his own penis despite his fear, "Where am I?" Home," Sitka replied, "This is your room, well it used to be my room..." What are you?"Sitka shrugged, and the movement of his muscles caused inspiring things to happen to Jahke's anatomy."A demon. We're not in England anymore, you might have guessed that." Oh god..." Jahke tried to stand, pushing himself away from the wall, tripped and fell from the bed. Sitka moved across the room with swift.