Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]
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				Title: <strong>Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:44:08</strong>
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				She sat in the bar, waiting for her drink to come. She leaned forward and showed off her cleavage to the bartender, hoping to get her drink sooner. Her plan worked and he sat a glass of pale ale in front of her. She smiled and placed her money on the counter and walked back to her booth. The idea of meeting someone new tonight was exciting, and she'd dressed for it. Her micro-mini barely covered her pussy and the top fit snugly and shaped her tits. Slow sips filled her mouth as she looked around the singles' bar
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:54:11</strong>
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				You don't wear clothes that revealing, expecting no attention. Certainly, she'd caught his eye, sitting at the bar, and he'd watched her out of the corner of his eye as she returned to where she'd been sitting. Were it not for intoxication, and his two friends urging him on, he probably wouldn't even have gone up to her. But he did.<br><br>He met her eyes going up to her, and stopped to lean on the low wall separating the booths, looking squarely at her, though trying not to stare. "You know, normally I wouldn't be going up to complete strangers and saying this, but I just couldn't help but notice you're hardly wearing any clothes at all. I wish I had the guts to do that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:57:41</strong>
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				Her heart had begun to race when she'd seen him walk up to her and pause. The breath clung in her throat and she could barley think, she didn't think that she'd really get attention here. She heard his words and nodded. "I guess I just know how to attract attention" she responded in her usual manor of sarcasm. She smiled and took another sip of her beer. "Have a seat?" She asked in a lower, hushed tone, masked with sensuality and promise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:02:36</strong>
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				He grinned at her, blinking in an imitation of wide-eyed surprise. "You know, lighting yourself on fire attracts attention, too. I'm sure it's not really all that simple." he said, but waved his hand dismissively at his own comment. "Nevermind that. I guess we're both adults, and honest. Know why we're here, all that. So, tell me something, you ever fancied being tied up? Very up-front, I know, but, eh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:06:31</strong>
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				She bit her lip and swallowed another sarcastic comment, instead, nodding at his words. "Tied-up? you mean like letting you have control?" she asked and leaned forward, showing her interest. "Where do I sign on?" she said and licked her lip
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:10:47</strong>
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				He smirked slightly, tilting his head as she nodded. "Well, maybe not me personally, but really, any stranger you just met. Still, you're awfully brave, me being a complete stranger, and all that. You're not bullshitting, by any chance, are you? I mean, there's always the chance I am, that I'm all talk, and really, there's only one way you'll find out. It's dangerous, but that's the thing about daring, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:15:51</strong>
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				"I like danger" she replied and took a breath. "I'm completely serious. I like the idea of... you" she answered and drained her beer. "I'm all yours" she assured him and smiled slowly. Gathering her purse she looked at him. "Where you thinking tonight, or making me wait?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:24:43</strong>
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				"While I'm sure I could - will, even - make you do a lot of things, waiting isn't one of them. Why risk you coming to your senses?" he asked, as he rose from his seat, motioning for her to follow. "I've got an apartment not too far from here. You'll be pleased to know it's in the worst sort of neighborhood, too." he went on, with a mischievous grin. Not once did he look back to see if his friends, who'd urged him on, were looking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:27:01</strong>
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				"More danger, exciting" she replied and rose to follow him, getting used to her new role, for at least the night, as being his. She walked right behind him the whole way out of the bar before asked. "Do I have permission to walk beside you?" She knew she needed to start asking for the things she wanted before she got used to forgetting
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:29:30</strong>
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				This was the first time he'd really been surprised by anything she'd done. Asking for permission, out of the blue? It took him a moment, but finally, he said, "Well, I suppose. Go ahead. You'd better be prepared to be good and make it up to me, though. Otherwise, well, it might just get more dangerous than you'd like. Which probably suits you just fine, mm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:33:46</strong>
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				Her pace quickened as she took her spot beside of him. "Thank you" she replied lowly. "But how will I make it up to you?" she asked hoping his answer was something she would completely enjoy, such as giving him head. She kept the distance between them minimal, just close enough to reach out and touch him, but she didn't have permission yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:38:49</strong>
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				"I'm sure you'll think of something," he said, turning his head to smirk at her briefly, leaving her to wonder on what he might have in mind, if anything.<br><br>It wasn't long after that, a few minutes, he turned left into a narrow alley, unlocked a door and stepped into the hall of the apartment building, waiting for her to enter before allowing the door to close. Despite what he'd said, the neighborhood didn't seem all that rough, and the stairwell suggested the people living there were, in fact, quite decent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:43:32</strong>
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				She followed him obediently into the ally and the doorway. Taking a breath, she looked around. "Not so bad after all" she said to him and bit her lip in a way that suggested that she was comfortable. "Where to now?" she asked and held out her hand so he could lead to way
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:48:44</strong>
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				"Up," he said, smiling reassuringly at her, even taking her gently by the hand as he led her up the stairs, all the way to the third - the second last - floor, unlocking the door and stepping into his own, dark apartment. Switching on the lights revealed a tidy, if small apartment, completely unremarkable in every way, certainly giving no hint as to his nature.<br><br>Locking the door, he continued on into the small living room, about as unremarkable as the rest. His behavior, however, was not, with his next request. "You can start thinking of ways to repay me now," he said, smirking again. "Why don't you undress, then climb onto the table, and squat. I want to see you. All of you. Then,.. well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:53:46</strong>
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				She took in the very average room and the man that seemed to fill it. "Yes sir" she replied and pulled off her low-cut top to reveal the black strapless bra. Then she reached down and pulled down the micro-mini to reveal her naked, shaved, wet pussy. She kicked her skirt aside and quickly unsnapped her bra. Threw it aside she walked over to the table as commanded and climbed to up present herself. "This good?" she asked
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 23:59:38</strong>
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				He watched her as she undressed, slowly moving to sit on the couch by the table, but not once taking his eyes off her. As she climbed onto the table, he placed his feet on it, one on either side of her, so that she sat directly in front of him. <br><br>"Well, it's a start. Spread your legs so I can see. As far apart as you can get them. Expose yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:04:05</strong>
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				She nodded and pushed her knees as far apart as she could. The rush of air cooled her. But she stayed as wet as ever. It had been too long since she'd last felt this sex-depreived and she wanted it bad. Her thigh muscles strained as she kept herself completely open to him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her. Fill every part of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:10:27</strong>
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				"You look like you need some, err, attention," he said, nodding slightly, then, "Masturbate," came the simple instruction. Nothing complicated about it, nothing bashful, nothing forced, just the order. "I need to know you enjoy yourself before allowing you to enjoy anything else, don't I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:14:09</strong>
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				She nodded and slowly said. "Yes Sir" she pulled her right hand off her knee and began to slowly trace circles around her pussy opening. She then pulled her left hand up and began to stroke her clit, slowly then building speed till she was rubbing hard and fast at her clit. She then use her right hand to finger herself, pushing two fingers in quickly and slowly adding a third. Her pace picked up till she was so close to cumming, but she didn't have permission so she continued to torcher herself
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:19:54</strong>
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				He watched her, leaning closer, absorbed in watching the circular movements of her hands, her fingers getting steadily wetter, and how she seemed to change as she went on. "Slow down," he ordered, seeing her difficulty restraining herself.<br><br>Leaning closer still, he reached out with one hand, as if to touch her slit, but never actually made contact with her skin, though he was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her moist skin. Instead, his finger moved along her underside, towards her rear, in-between her buttocks, all the way to the little hole, teasing and tickling it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:24:45</strong>
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				She nodded and began to slow down her masturbation pace. She knew she could cum yet and he wouldn't be happy if she did. Her clit already felt like it had been abused and she loved it. The next thing she felt was his fingers against her back hole. The feeling was incredible and she lifted her hips up to give him better access to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:35:41</strong>
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				He didn't slide his finger in. It was just there, making neat, little circles around her little hole, tickling and teasing, pretending to enter her, but never doing so. Tilting his head back, he smiled up at her, not able to help feeling a sort of admiration and appreciation for a person he'd met so recently, who never the less acted as if he owned her.<br><br>"How long can you hold back? You want to cum, don't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:39:42</strong>
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				She wimpered and nodded. "Yes sir" she managed and still held out. "I will hold it till you let me..." she trailed off and tried to push down on his finger to feel him indise of her
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:53:17</strong>
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				It was easy enough for him to pull his finger away from the hole, preventing her from sitting down on it. Holding his other hand up, he waved a finger before her in a chiding manner. "I didn't say you could do that. Now, cum for me. I want to see you finish yourself off. After that, well, you have such lovely hands. We'll put those to good use."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Owned [SamiSin and Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SamiSin</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:55:18</strong>
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				She nodded and bit her lip for doing something she didn't have permission to do. She quickened the pace of her hand and finally felt the pressure in her lower stomach she was looking for. A little more and she let go, felt her fingers become more wet and a scream tore through her mouth that was a shock. Her hips relaxed and she felt sated
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