Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Wrathie on 07-06-2006, 13:05:08</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 13:05:08</strong>
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				"I have seen the future, and it is dark!"<br><br>Those were the words written by a popular political commentator at the turn of the 22nd century, as he watched the opening of the first 'megabuilding'. Towering hundreds of stories into the sky, plunging hundreds more into the ground, the building seemed to suck in the light, its shadow eating into the sprawling cityscape as the sun set through the haze of pollution.<br><br>As the years rolled on, his words proved to be as prophetic as people suspected. More of these buildings appeared as more of the massive corporations wanted their own testament to their size. Walkways and then elevated roadways tangled them together, massive nests of high-speed train lines became their roots, and the city streets became a twilight dimness only visited by those too poor, or corrupt, or simply abnormal to live amongst the bright artificial lights of the world of towers.<br><br>Finally the streets became synonymous with cime and sin. Lit by red lights and flickering neon, the haunt of drug dealers and prostitues and anything else that couldn't be gotten legally, they were dipped into at whim by those living the greater life above. Out of sight from those who preferred not to deal with them, and therefore out of mind, they were ignored by the law, and so became a law unto themselves.<br><br>This is where our story starts, here in the flickering, seamy underbelly of the new tower cities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 13:21:16</strong>
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				Synda strode into the dimness, nervous as she clicked her way down the grimy cement that outlined the joining point between megabuilding and ground. This was her first time working 'solo'... since joing the agency, she'd been one of those on call rather than a girl working the street. It was a lot safer, but the pay was less and she really needed the credits, so here she was.<br><br>The streets, she decided, were mostly cold and uncomfortable. Admittedly, this was probably due to what she was wearing; A tiny, tight minidress made out of some stretchy material, ridiculously high-heeled boots, and not much else. It was quite annoying... a few years ago, the trend was for working girls to wear long, flowing dresses and fairly full underwear. That would have been warmer.<br><br>She finally reached the corner she'd been assigned and stood near one of the vents pumping hot air down from the top of the tower. She was almost looking forward to the first customer... at least it would be more comfortable in a car. She watched one of the streetcleaner robots trundle past, lit dramatically by the 'girls girls girls' holos across the deserted street, and waited for a car to pass in the midnight silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 16:17:24</strong>
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				The luxury car was brand new, and it was badly out of place beyond the confines of the megabuilding. It floated out of the garage nearly soundlessly, and glided directly over to where Synda stood.&nbsp; Its interior was entirely opaque from the outside until a window lowered, and then she could see the driver leaning toward her, a surprisingly handsome young man.<br><br>"I haven't seen you here before," he said with a smile.&nbsp; "Please, get in.&nbsp; If you want to."<br><br>She could hear the sound of the passenger door unlocking.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 16:37:14</strong>
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				She swayed over to the car, the rather blatant walk exaggerated by the tight dress clinging to her curves, and popped open the door with a thumb on the release catch. The rather pleasant 'new car' scent, still clinging to the seats, wafted out in sharp contrast to the sour bite of the dirty street smell.<br><br>She bent over, ostensibly to look inside, but actually at an angle calculated to give the driver as good a view down her cleavage as possible, and flashed a smile.<br>"Hi," she answered. "Yeah, I'm new around here. Whatcha lookin' for?"<br>The question might be blunt, but subtlety could lead to some dangerous miscommunications in these areas. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 17:29:36</strong>
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				"You, I'm pretty sure." <br><br>He wore a short-sleeved shirt and some dressy looking trousers, both of which looked expensive.&nbsp; "It's nasty out there.&nbsp; Won't you come in and join me.&nbsp; Provided, of course, that you have all night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 17:38:37</strong>
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				She raised an eyebrow at that but stepped into the car, making sure to stretch out her long legs to display them for their full effect. As odd as things seemed, she had a tracking device implanted that would enable her agency to find her quite quickly, should she fail to check in at key intervals. It wasn't perfect, but most people knew that the brothel girls had them, and it kept them pretty safe.<br><br>"I'm fifty an hour," she commented. "Hundred if you're into really kinky stuff. I hope that's ok?"<br>It wasn't a high price, as the girls went, but it wasn't hugely cheap either. Still, if the car and clothes were anything to go by, she was sure he wouldn't quibble much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 07:50:59</strong>
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				"There's an envelope in the glove compartment for you," he returned.&nbsp; "It contains two thousand.&nbsp; I trust that will be sufficient?&nbsp; I'm Ryan, by the way.&nbsp; What should I call you, and what do you like to do best?"<br><br>The car started up and then lifted through a tight turn, swooping back into the megabuilding, and then heading straight up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 08:59:26</strong>
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				"You can call me whatever you want," she smiled, leaning forward to look in the glove compartment. One eye was also watching out the window... it wasn't long before they were already higher in the building structure than someone in her station had ever been, and the opulent luxury of the car was making her a little nervous too. Girls like her didn't get picked up by guys like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 09:07:06</strong>
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				"Then I'll call you Synda.&nbsp; If you don't mind."<br><br>He levelled the car off and turned into the inside of the building, and parked on a shelf of carpeted floor.&nbsp; A garage door closed behind them;&nbsp; they were very close to the top, but it was hard to tell just how close.&nbsp; Ryan turned off the vehicle, and began to get out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 09:39:19</strong>
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				Synda climbed out the other side, fruitlessly trying to tug the tiny dress down a bit and looking around, before his words connected in her head.<br>"Um. What made you pick that name?" she asked cautiously, glancing down and biting her lip as she noticed her stiletto heels leaving little marks in the carpeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 11:11:04</strong>
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				"It was suggested by my datapad after I put your snapshot into it."&nbsp; He showed her the device, with her picture still on the screen.&nbsp; "Good choice?"<br><br>He pushed open a door in the far wall of the garage, and walked into a corridor which lit up at his approach.&nbsp; Holding it open for her, he said, "The sanitizing chamber is right over here.&nbsp; Would you care to join me, or would you prefer privacy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 11:57:51</strong>
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				<em>Time to earn my keep</em> she thought and moved up towards him until her body was almost, but not quite, touching him.<br>"I'd love to join you, if you would like me there? Perhaps I can... scrub your back?" she said seductively, smiling up at him. She'd cleaned herself up extremely well already... in fact was positively obsessive about it... but she always enjoyed a bit of cleaning time with a potential partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 22:13:50</strong>
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				He had to fight the urge to kiss her, to take her in his arms, or at least to touch her somehow, but <em>outside</em> was <em>outside</em> and he knew better.<br><br>"Sure, you can do that too," he replied lightly, and beckoned to her to come along with him.&nbsp; This door, too, opened at the touch of his hand, and closed behind them with a sigh.&nbsp; The lights came on again as they entered, and she could now see the interior here.&nbsp; There were two shower stalls on the far end of the room, and the usual bathroom equipment, shelving loaded with fluffy towels, and a clothes tree.&nbsp; <br><br>As soon as the door was shut behind them, a light mist began filling the air densely.&nbsp; In an instant, both of them were soaked through with antisceptics, their clothing sodden.&nbsp; As soon as that had occured, Ryan reached out and took her hand.&nbsp; "I'd enjoy undressing you," he said, his voice thickening just a little bit now.&nbsp; "And I'd enjoy it if you did the same for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 09:11:23</strong>
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				Syn turned her back, lifting her hair aside to reveal the touch-sensitive join that held her minidress together down her back.<br>"Undressing me won't take long," she said softly, lifting her other arm so that if he strokes the join, the dress will just fall away from her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 09:17:15</strong>
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				Ryan pressed three fingertips along the join, dragging them slowly, slowly, all the way down.&nbsp; "Good," he replied, "because as good as you looked in that dress, you look even better this way."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 09:19:53</strong>
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				The dress slipped down easily, the cheap materials at least not being sticky when damp. She was naked underneath, as the current trend in prostitution was for the clients to get to business as quickly as possible... no underwear to slow things down. Her curves gleamed in the lights, her back arched by the high heels she was still wearing, her arms proudly on her hips.<br><br>She turned to him and reached for his chest, her fingers finding the joins on his clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 09:30:58</strong>
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				His shirt fell away nicely, followed by the trousers.&nbsp; Ryan had no idea if there was a trend amongst johns, but he'd worn no underwear himself;&nbsp; and his hard-on was raging.<br><br>As soon as they were both naked, he moved as if to grab her, but then for a moment he held back.&nbsp; "How do you feel about kissing?"&nbsp; he asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 09:57:50</strong>
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				She smiled wryly.<br>"You are in charge. I'll kiss whatever you want me to," she joked and bit her lip in a rather cute mannerism. To be honest to herself, she was a little overwhelmed by the signs of opulence all around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 10:03:32</strong>
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				Ryan slid his hands up and down her sides.&nbsp; "Anything you don't like?&nbsp; Forewarned is forearmed.&nbsp; And you can kiss me anywhere you like, too.&nbsp; Care to start with my lips?"&nbsp; He brought his arms up to embrace her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 10:14:49</strong>
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				"I'll do... whatever you pay me for," she murmured, his hands raising goosebumps on her body as she lifted her lips to his. It wasn't hard to get her aroused... it's why she made such a good whore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 10:19:38</strong>
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				It appeared that this was the answer Ryan wanted to hear.&nbsp; He kissed her long and passionately, and she could feel his cock get more turgid as it pressed against her stomach.&nbsp; His tongue seemed to invade her mouth relentlessly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 11:07:44</strong>
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				She kissed back enthusiastically, her hand sliding down his front to close around his shaft, caressing it gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 11:13:22</strong>
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				He was nice and hard, and quite long.&nbsp; And he almost bit his tongue.<br><br>Breaking the kiss at that point, Ryan suggested, "How about we actually go inside?&nbsp; It's more comfortable in there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 11:29:05</strong>
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				She smiled and nodded eagerly, allowing him to lead the way.<br>"Perhaps you should tell me what you are into?" she asked curiously. "Guys don't usually pay this much for a girl like me, unless they really want something different..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 12:04:56</strong>
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				"Why not?&nbsp; I wanted the best," he told her, "and was told just where to find you.&nbsp; I was expecting that you'd be wanting more than I had had handy in cash."<br><br>He reached for the door, and again it opened, this time into a kitchenette.&nbsp; "You're lovely and lively.&nbsp; You're a perfect fucktoy, which is what I'd wanted in the first place.&nbsp; But you're also great fun.&nbsp; You certainly make me smile."<br><br>He indicated with a motion of his hand that she should proceed him inside. "I'll tell you what I'm into, but I'd rather hear your guesses, first?&nbsp; I'd like to know how easy I am to read."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 12:24:07</strong>
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				Her naked bottom swayed enticingly as she passed him, her heels giving her a very sexy wiggle as she flushed at his words.<br>"I don't really know," she said after a moment's thought. "I havn't had a client like you before..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:53:17</strong>
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				"I like an audience," he told her.&nbsp; "Not for the time being, but for later on.&nbsp; Once we've sated ourselves initially, I can show you a contract.&nbsp; There will be royalties involved for you -- mine will be going to charity.&nbsp; If you're interested at all.&nbsp; I may be paying you, but I'm not planning to force you to do anything -- unless you ask me to do that first."<br><br>He stretched forth a hand to caress her bottom, and as they strode forward lights went on in a living room with a dramatic view of the landscape.&nbsp; They were up incredibly high.<br><br>Just inside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay a shining steel bed, lights along the ceiling spotlighting it.&nbsp; It was covered with silvery satin sheets and pillows.&nbsp; Clear lexan posts at each corner held up a top, from which a mirror looked down.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 08:53:02</strong>
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				Syn smiled as she felt his hand on her bottom, enjoying the warm, intimate contact, and then gasped in delighted wonder as she saw the remarkable bedroom. <br>"Wow, this is amazing!" she said as she moved to the huge windows, unheeding of her nakedness as she pressed against it to look at the view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 09:27:47</strong>
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				"Yes, it is," he agreed, and followed her over to the wall.<br><br>And he came to stand behind her -- and then he pressed himself against her. and his cock slid into the cleft between her cheeks.&nbsp; He began to hump her that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 09:54:54</strong>
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				She moaned and leaned against the glass, gazing unseeing out at the flickering city lights as she pressed herself down on the shaft between her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 10:12:50</strong>
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				Using one hand, he guided himself into Syn from behind.&nbsp; Now he truly began fucking her, pushing her against the window so her breasts were squeezed flat against it with every thrust.&nbsp; Ryan fucked her hard from the start, and pushed his face through enough of her hair that he could kiss her on the cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 09:45:51</strong>
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				Syn gasped with each thrust, pressing back lustily as Ryan slid easily in and out of her, forcing herself to concentrate amongst the pleasurable sensations and tighten herself around the member inside her. Once she had matched herself to the rhythm, she bent a little further to give him more access and started rolling her hips down onto him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:17:48</strong>
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				Ryan sped up in reaction to Syn's gyrations, and made soft groaning noises;&nbsp; her ideas must have been good ones.&nbsp; But he did seem to really want to get her breasts smushed up against the glass of the windows.&nbsp; His various postures and so forth all seemed to work toward that goal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 10:34:07</strong>
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				Trying to obediently follow his body language, she arched her back to press herself laciviously against the high-tech glass. She shuddered with pleasure... as much as she wanted to remain professional and concentrate on the client, she had difficulty remaining focused with a cock moving inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 06:55:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me see how much you like this," he whispered to her, pausing just long enough between strokes to speak the one line.&nbsp; Then he resumed his remarkably even and consistent strokes in and out of her cunt.&nbsp; <br><br>Succumbing to temptation, he began to kiss her neck and her ear.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 19:12:42</strong>
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				Pressing her face and chest against the glass, she started moaning loudly, finally able to give full voice to the pleasure. Her whole body moved easily with his strokes, and she was slick with arousal as he moved inside her. It wasn't long before she started trembling with the imminent arrival of an orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 08:03:47</strong>
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				His breathing came faster now, and so did his heartbeat.&nbsp; He was sure that the glass would hold, but it was getting a stress test for sure.&nbsp; He brought one hand up to gently press the back of her head forward, trying to press her face, or at least one side of it, against the glass as well.<br><br>His own orgasm wasn't far away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 08:50:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She allowed her body to be splayed against the glass, almost yelping as she started to convulse with the orgasm, her body shaking as waves of pleasure rippled through her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 11:50:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan hadn't intended to cum anywhere near this soon, but from the moment he'd seen her, he knew that this girl was going to excite him even more than normal.&nbsp; He couldn't say why yet, but there was no doubt of it.&nbsp; <br><br>He brought his head forward and laid it alongside hers, biting his lip, and pushed as far inside of her as possible when he came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 12:01:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even in the midst of her own pleasure, she could feel him pulsing as he came into her, and focused on clenching him with her inner muscles, hightening the sensation as he shuddered within her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 12:15:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At last he took a step backward to fully stand on the carpeted floor again, and drew her back with him, locking his arms around her waist and nuzzling her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 12:17:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved luxuriously against him, feeling their juices cooling the inside of her thighs, the evidence of his satisfaction.<br>"Mmm, I hope that was good for you," she murmured teasingly, tilting her head so he could nuzzle her more easily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 07:33:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was," he said, his smile audible in his voice.&nbsp; <br><br>"Would you like to watch it replayed?&nbsp; I have it on video.&nbsp; If we release it, we can earn some royalties, but if you'd prefer we can just erase it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 15:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We were filmed?" she asked, blushing. It was a surprise, but not something that upset her. In fact, the idea gave her a warm flush through her body, and the idea of releasing it to the public gave her even more of a thrill.<br><br>"Yes, I'd like to see it, if that's ok..." she smiled, turning in his arms to face him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 20:56:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she turned around, she could see Ryan's smile widen, and also take on a slightly more feral tone.&nbsp; No longer did he seem simply the pleasant, affluent resident of such a fabulous condominium;&nbsp; now there was a predatory element.&nbsp; It was not directed at her, but at their prospective audience.<br><br>He nodded in the direction of a nearby wall, where what had seemed to be a painting suddenly became a screen.&nbsp; The pair of them approached the window -- the footage had been shot from the other side, somehow -- and the lighting had been such that while both of them were fully visible through the glass, the portions of their bodies -- chiefly her breasts -- which were pressed up against the glass were highlighted.&nbsp; Every time he fucked her, a larger proportion of her bosom was pressed against the glass, and as he withdrew, she naturally moved just a little bit back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 08:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip, watching the unbridled lust on the screen. One of her hands crept down between her legs and she cupped herself, not stroking or caressing, just holding herself as she watched herself being pleasured, a slight flush on her cheeks as she realised that others would be watching this soon too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 10:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Isn't it an <em>interesting</em> feeling, knowing that other people will see that?&nbsp; Notice that because of the play of the light on the glass, while your breasts and even a part of your face are visible, no one could ever tell who either one of us is.&nbsp; But if we do more of these, under more normal circumstances, we can be identified.&nbsp; I don't mind that at all;&nbsp; I enjoy it quite a lot, in fact.&nbsp; But how do you feel about it?"<br><br>He reached over and took her by the hand, his own excitement somewhat contagious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 10:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It... it turns me on. A lot." She admitted softly, still watching herself on the camera, her breathing quickening as she imagined more recordings, others watching her face as it showed her lust.<br><br>"Anyway, I am yours to do with as you wish. That is how I work." She stood proudly, bare breasts jutting out as her svelte form was proudly naked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan stretched out a hand to her.&nbsp; "Synda, just with what we'll produce tonight -- I'll edit the footage in the morning -- you will be able to move in here on your own.&nbsp; You're going to be <em>rich.</em>"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn giggled and took his hand, biting her lip at the thought, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the man who had already changed her world view. Swaying her hips seductively she pressed against him and turned to look back at the image of them fucking, one hand sliding down to encircle his shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're an eager wench, aren't you?"&nbsp; Ryan grinned at her.&nbsp; "Well, I'm an eager fellow myself.&nbsp; Let's fuck!&nbsp; On the bed this time, or do you prefer somewhere else?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:31:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stroked him a moment longer and then turned away, wiggling her bottom as she moved to climb on the bed on her hands and knees, her legs spread so that she was displayed blatantly at him.<br>"I hope you are filming," she murmured seductively, looking over her shoulder at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:40:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Every square inch of this place, every moment of every day.&nbsp; Including the showers," he replied.&nbsp; "I'd say that I was going to make you a star, Synda, but you're doing the work yourself.&nbsp; I'm just going to introduce you to the world."<br><br>He sprang up and onto the bed himself, landing beside her, laughing.&nbsp; All in all, Ryan was a very happy man, and even moreso at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flushed hotly and giggled again, reaching down to caress his shaft, her fingers tracing it's length as she looked around for the cameras, arching her back so she was even more displayed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One camera was obvious, but the others were not.&nbsp; And everyplace seemed to be well, if indirectly, lit.<br><br>"You like my cock, I can tell.&nbsp; Why don't you suck on it for me?&nbsp; Or would you rather just jerk me off with your hand?&nbsp; I'd enjoy either.&nbsp; Unless you'd rather that I stuck it inside of you somewhere?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 11:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned and bit her lip.<br>"So many options. I suppose we have time..." smiling still, she turned herself around and bent down, her ass in the air as she slid his cock easily into her warm, wet mouth, her lips closing around it as it pressed into her throat with practiced ease. It was bare seconds before her nose touched his firm stomach and then she started to suck, moving herself back and forth to let his cock sink deep into her throat and then out till the head was just in her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:11:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan lay flat back against the bed, his back arching as she began to suck on his cock.&nbsp; "More than just the head, please," he called -- well, it was more of a moan than a call.&nbsp; He let his arms loll back on the bed and brought his knees up, making sure that they were spread widely apart.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sped up her movements, rocking back and forth so his full length disappeared into her mouth again and again, sucking firmly as her bottom swayed in the air with her movements.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan couldn't really see her bottom well from his perspective, but he could see her face as it went up and down on his cock.&nbsp; And her shoulders.&nbsp; Wanting to touch her, he placed one hand on her shoulder, even as he began to pump up into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved easily with his pumping, using his energy to press his cock into her throat with each thrust, moaning softly as she sucked him. She loved giving blowjobs, loved the intensity and the sensuality, and she felt she was good at it. She sucked harder, determined to give him one to remember.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damn, was she ever good at it!&nbsp; No wonder she could make a living as a sex worker.&nbsp; He'd remember a lot about this night, but this blowjob would certainly be a part of it.<br><br>Ryan just went with the flow, letting her decide how soon he came by the way she blew him.&nbsp; She was magnificent in every sense of the word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:29:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn was torn, not sure whether she wanted him to cum in her mouth, or prolong it and get him to penetrate her. Deciding that they had plenty of time for other variations and... she smiled around his cock... that a cock in the mouth was worth two in the hand, she continued to suck firmly, caressing his balls and his thighs with her hands, drawing out his orgasm with her talented mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:33:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The skin around his balls was growing tighter and tighter, his orgasm was approaching soon now.&nbsp; "Get ready," he muttered, not sure that she'd even hear what he'd said, and he squeezed his eyes closed as his cock began to spurt inside Synda's cunning mouth.<br><br>It was fantastic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn moved smoothly from the hard sucking to more gentle caresses with her mouth, coaxing every spurt out of him and swallowing it as fast as she could. A small trickle ran from the corner of her mouth before she could prevent it, but she accepted it as the badge of a cocksucker and just smiled around him again as she drank down his reward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 12:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan actually thrashed about more now that he'd cum than beforehand, his cockhead now at its most sensitive, so sensitive that it was nearly painful.&nbsp; He most enjoyed her attentions to the front of his shaft just now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 13:01:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A naughty grin on her face, she tongued his cock head a couple of times before moving her mouth mouth to run her tongue along his length, making sure he's clean before sitting up and licking her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 11:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Supported by the finest of modern medical science, Ryan knew that he could cum any number of times and get hard again in a short time tonight.&nbsp; He, too, sat up.&nbsp; <br><br>"Would you like something in the way of actual food to eat," he asked her, "or is it strictly sex on your menu just now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 12:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda settled back, blinking as she considered the question.<br>"Well. Um. I'm not sure," she said with some amusement.<br>"I never thought the option would come up. I guess if we're going to be doing this all the time, we better keep our strength up. Us eating might be a bit boring for the movie though..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 03:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll have plenty of footage, I assure you.&nbsp; And besides, I have this urge to take care of you at least a little bit.&nbsp; Indulge me, please."<br><br>Ryan stood, and held out a hand to her.&nbsp; His handsome face still carried all the hallmarks of lust, but it was a more complicated sort of lust by now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 08:24:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn willingly took the offered hand, rising and following him quite obediently. It was already clear that she was safe here, and was making a lot of money, and indeed was definately enjoying her work. She was just sad at the prospect that this might end, and she would have to return to the streets... although that too was pleasurable in its way.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 08:36:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took her hand in both of hers, and stepped close for a moment, close enough to kiss her briefly on the forehead. Then, both of them still quite naked, he led her from the bedroom into the kitchen.<br><br>"What would you care for?"&nbsp; Ryan asked the question casually, dialing up his own selection.&nbsp; In an expensive place like this, with all the modern conveniences, anything they wanted was available at the drop of a hat.&nbsp; "Breakfast, lunch, or dinner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 08:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugged, looking a little embarassed.<br>"Well, um... all I usually eat are Fudpaks. It's all the same to me."<br>The tasteless but nutritional packs were the staple of the lower-income society. 'Real' food was too expensive, brought in for hundreds of miles from the far distant farms and cloning facilities. The idea of different foods for different times of the day was positively exotic. The closest she was likely to come was a preference to which Fudpak flavourant she might use at different times, although the preference was arbitrary... the flavourants bore little resemblance to real food flavours.<br><br>Besides, it was always night on the streets. Only the rich got the time of day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 09:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan just looked at her for a moment.&nbsp; "Fudpaks?&nbsp; I thought that they only..."<br><br>His voice trailed off.&nbsp; Of course all she'd ever had were fudpaks.&nbsp; He could damn well change that right now.&nbsp; He punched in some numbers, and in a moment the dispenser chimed.&nbsp; <br><br>"This," he announced, "is a hamburger and fries.&nbsp; And this," he added, setting a tall, chilly glass down beside the plate, "is a Pepsi Cola."<br><br><em>ooc:&nbsp; No way, I suppose, that we can get royalties for product placement here... :)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 09:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flushed a little at his comment, her eyes dropping, and then she looked startled at the hamburger and the pepsi. The cost of this meal alone would probably have paid for her for several nights. She just stared at the food, the aroma filling her nose with strange tones, her mouth watering entirely automatically.<br>"I... I can't... it's too much," she said softly, surprised at how awed she was by the sudden sight of the icon of wealth.<br><br><em>ooc: don't I wish.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 11:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's all for you, Synda," he said gently.&nbsp; "If you don't eat it, it will go bad.&nbsp; You may as well enjoy as much of it as you can."<br><br>He could refrigerate any portion of the burger that she couldn't manage, of course.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 11:56:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blinking, she hesitantly picked up a chip and ate it. Coughing slightly at the salty tang, something she was unused to, she took another, and then another.<br><br>Soon she had the burger held awkwardly in both hands, munching at it in between sips of the pepsi, and giggling at Ryan. She was almost giddy from the strong flavours and rich food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 05:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan himself had a tuna melt, and offered to trade bites with Synda.&nbsp; He watched her enjoy herself so, and felt himself getting involved on a more than sexual level with this girl.&nbsp; She was supposed to be just a quick screw and a new set of flicks, but he knew better than that.&nbsp; <br><br>He was already hard again, too.&nbsp; So why was he spending more time watching her eyes than her tits?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 08:50:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't long before the hungry girl had demolished her burger and a good quarter of Ryan's food as well. She settled back in the chair, licking her fingers and looking at him.<br>"So what do you want to do now?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 09:59:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed.&nbsp; "What do men always want to do?"&nbsp; He made no move to leave the table though, sitting there and watching her.&nbsp; "What do you want to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 11:26:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want to pleasure you, in any way you wish," she answered seriously, her eyes gazing into his.<br>"You have bought me, and I am use to use as you will."<br>It sounded quite formal, and was... on the street a contract such as this was taken with deadly seriousness. He had paid for her, and she was his property.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 09:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan clearly did not live in the same world that she did.&nbsp; "All right," he came back, with a bare suggestion that he was not best pleased by her answer.&nbsp; "Tell me this, then:&nbsp; what -don't- you enjoy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 15:36:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hey eyes dropped, a slight flush colouring her cheeks. Of course he didn't share the gritty realities of her world.<br><br>"I... do not like things best kept in the toilet. And I do not like things that injure me. Other than that... well, I have tried many things, but not often for reward. Not always willingly..."<br>She smiled a half smile, to show that the memories didn't upset her.<br>"But truely, this is your night. I am here for your pleasures!" her smile deepend, turning coy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 16:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looked down that way, at once, Ryan reached to touch his hand softly to Synda's cheek.&nbsp; He gently impelled her chin back up so he could look in her eyes.<br><br>"All right, then," he returned, his voice affectionate again.&nbsp; "Let's start by making the most commercial thing we can for you.&nbsp; That will make me happy."<br><br>Rising, he beckoned her back over toward the black leather sofa.&nbsp; "First, we'll just give them straight sex.&nbsp; Then, we'll start on the fantasy scenarios.&nbsp; I'll lie down on the couch, here, and then you come over and blow me for a little bit, and then get on top and ride me until we both cum.&nbsp; How's that?"<br><br>He laid down as he had said he would;&nbsp; his big cock bobbed there for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 16:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling wth happiness and sudden uncharacteristic shyness, she nodded willingly.<br>"Do you want to put on a show?" she asked. "Some kind of silly dialog, like in those terrible cheap ones they show at the cred-theater back rooms?"<br>She bit her lip as she realised he'd probably never even seen the cred-theaters, let alone the low-quality porn vids in the grimy back rooms... there were thousands of them in every city, specifically designed to entertain the low-level masses, but someone with his wealth probably barely knew they existed.<br><br>To cover the slip, she concentrated on swaying her hips as seductively as possible as she moved towards him, kneeling on the couch and crawling astride his legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 16:39:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing a bit, he shook his head.&nbsp; "That's for the fantasy stuff later on.&nbsp; But instead I find myself wanting to have you lean down and kiss me before we actually begin.&nbsp; I don't want to lose track of the romance altogether -- if that's not too personal for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 16:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling coyly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to his, parting them into the kiss as she lowered herself until her smooth body was moving against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 16:58:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan wrapped his arms around Synda, pressing his tongue against hers and holding her tight.&nbsp; His member pressed against her stomach, and his hard body was against her all the way from calf to shoulder.&nbsp; His kiss was passionate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 17:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda broke the kiss before she became too entranced, slowly sliding her body down his until his member slid between her firm breasts. Nestling it there, she bent her head down and closed her mouth around the end.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 08:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan grinned at the way Synda used her beautiful breasts, and then groaned briefly as her mouth closed around his organ.&nbsp; He was already fully erect, and he shifted his butt around somewhat, writhing in pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 09:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda moved with his shifting, concentrating on sliding her mouth down around him, taking more and more of him in as she lifted herself and tilted her head back with a practiced gesture to allow his shaft to enter her throat, not an easy feat from that position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 09:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The silent cameras zoomed in on her mouth taking so much more of his cock, and all over the net people were hitting the 'subscribe' button.&nbsp; Synda was already wealthier than she'd ever been in her life, and Ryan was now that much richer himself.<br><br>Ryan just laid back and enjoyed it.&nbsp; Synda's hair was everywhere, and he smoothed it over the back of her head with his hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 09:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unaware of her new wealth and social status, Synda just concentrated on the sensual feel of the soft yet firm flesh filling her mouth. She started slowly moving her whole body, letting his shaft move easily in and out of her mouth and throat as she sucked on him, coaxing the pleasure into his member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 10:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Keep on doing that," Ryan told her, "and I'm going to cum."&nbsp; His hands were gripping the material of the couch, and his shoulders were pressed back against its surface.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 10:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lifted herself off him, giving his shaft a last teasing lick, and then wriggled her way back up his body.<br>"Mmm, we can't have that just yet," she giggled and then settled down astride his hips, taunting his glistening shaft with her smooth mound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 21:11:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan's expression did not improve when she stopped supplying him head, but he grinned a moment after that.&nbsp; The miracles of science allowed him to cum almost limitlessly, but Synda, though he'd told her as much, wouldn't be thinking that way yet.<br><br>Using just his groin muscles, with a little help from his butt, Ryan pushed his ultrahard member against her mound.&nbsp; "Let me in, sweetie.&nbsp; This is no time to play hard to get."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 08:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled again as she reached down and circled her fingers around him.<br>"Feels like I'm not the one who's playing hard..." she grinned, and then deftly guided him into herself.<br><br>She was soaking wet, and he sank into her with almost effortless ease. Her inner muscles clenched him briefly and then she began to ride him, moving easily up and down his shaft, slowly at first and then gradually speeding up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 08:44:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, god," Ryan choked out, "you are so damned fucking hot, Synda."<br><br>He matched his own movements to her rhythm, a certain degree of what might be called professionalism in other walks of life taking over, by instinct moving in that way which would make her look best to the cameras.&nbsp; More subscriptions were ordered, by the hundreds now.<br><br>"Yes, faster, faster," he urged her, speech being too high a brain function to be taken over by that instinct at the moment, because surely this was not the finest dialogue he could have chosen for the purpose.&nbsp; "Synda, you are fabulous."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 08:56:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The muscles in her long, smooth legs flexed easily as she lifted and sank down onto his penetrating member. She braced herself with one hand on the couch, the other on his broad chest, leaning forward slightly to speed up even more. Her firm breasts bounced with each movement, her face a mask of lust as she rode him wantonly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 09:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan used the muscles in his feet and legs, his butt and his back and shoulders, even his neck to thrust up and into Synda as deeply as he could.&nbsp; He knew that he could continue this way for quite a long time without cumming, unless she were able to make him cum with her own arts -- and he was far from sure that she wasn't clever enough to do that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 09:29:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda seemed to settle in to the rhythm with a comfortable motion that suggested she could do this for hours, although there was a slight expression on her face that hinted at the orgasm approaching fast. He was incredibly hard within her, and she could feel the tightness around him, and the slickness of him moving within her. She could also feel the watching cameras and the added knowledge of people observing their intimate act was the final spur that was quickly making her lose control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 09:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Every other thought flew from Ryan's mind, and his face broke out in a beaming expression as Synda visibly lost control.&nbsp; The most earnest joy suffused his consciousness, and he continued to make love to her exactly as he had been doing, supposing that he had been doing something very right for her.<br><br>Some of those watching began to stroke themselves now;&nbsp; others had already been doing so.&nbsp; More than one couple stopped watching in order to fuck themselves.&nbsp; And the holdouts at last subscribed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>23-08-2006, 11:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn's whole body clenched, her nails digging into his chest as she shuddered and moaned her way through a powerful orgasm. Her head was flung back, her curvy body writhing with pleasure as she allowed the sensations to overcome her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 07:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands had, of their own accord, placed themselves on her waist, and he hung onto Synda as she danced on his cock, pressing down against her hips as if to force her body closer to his.&nbsp; He looked up toward her face, but her bouncing breasts were in the way, and he was content with the view.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 08:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda slowly relaxed as the orgasm eased, moving slower, gently rolling her hips as she floated in the warmth of the aftermath. She could feel him hard inside her and pressed down on him again, the feeling of hard fullness adding to the final ripples of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 10:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once the peak appeared to be over, Ryan reached up and took her globes in both hands and squeezed them, kneading and teasing her.&nbsp; He kept up his tempo within her as well, slowing down as she did.&nbsp; He hoped that this could go on for a long, long time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 10:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda leaned forward into his hands, pressing her mounds against them in obvious invitation for him to continue kneading them. She smiled down at him, her face still flushed from the orgasm and her exertions.<br>"Well, that was good for me... now how about you? Where would you like to cum?" she asked with the smile, biting her lip as the slow movement within her continued to arouse her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 20:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right where I am now," Ryan told her, and indeed he sustained the way he was stimulating her breasts as well as her cunt, continuing to thrust up into her.&nbsp; "And, you know, I want to do it sooner rather than later," he added, changing his mind about his plans.&nbsp; The way her face was flushed with passion was probably the proximate cause.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 08:49:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda went to work with intensity, rotating and rolling her hips to try and alter the pleasurable contact between her soft walls and his hardened member as much as possible. She ground down on him, sinking him deeply into her with each thrust, just riding the pleasure now, not trying to reach for an orgasm of her own, just working on his pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 09:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In turn, Ryan was concentrating on just his own delights and not those of Synda.&nbsp; While hardly his normal way of dealing with sexual matters, it seemed called for now.<br><br>He thrust up into her in such a way as to press as much as possible of his shaft against her inner walls, arching his back and using his upper arms to help him elevate his torso.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 10:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda had to lean backwards to angle him so that he wasn't crashing into her sensitive innards with each thrust, bracing herself on his chest and simply riding his movement, letting her whole body become a sensual glove for his pleasure.<br><br>She smiled down at him as he used her, delighting in the simple task of giving satisfaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 10:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan really was pretty much unaware of anything other than the sensations coming from his cock now, so he didn't realize the significance of Synda's movements, but he did manage to cum at last, crying out her name three times, and spurting up into her cunt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 11:09:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda smiled with satisfaction as she watched Ryan cumming from her vantage point astride him, moving with him as he came to maintain the sensations that had pushed him over the edge, her inner muscles tightening around him to increase the intensity of his orgasm.<br><br>As the moment eased, she curled down to brush her lips across his chest, then blushed a little as she remembered the cameras watching their moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 11:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"C'mere," Ryan told her, and pulled her close to him.&nbsp; Of course he was used to the camera, and seemed to have no reluctance to let anybody who might be watching see the most intimate moments of his life -- in fact, that turned him on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 11:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and happily curled into him, enjoying the closeness, as well as the feeling of wetness on the inside of her thighs that was testament to their shared energies.<br>Laying her head on his chest, she giggled softly.<br>"If we keep up like this, it won't be long before we need to eat again. That was quite a bit of work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 12:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've got lots of food, although..."&nbsp; he trailed off for a moment.&nbsp; "I bought just what I'd want.&nbsp; If there's something I don't have, we can have it delivered."<br><br>He used one finger to tip her chin back enough that he could see her face as she lay with it on his chest, a position he quite enjoyed.&nbsp; "Do you like it here, Synda?&nbsp; Would you like to stay for longer than one night?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 12:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes were wide at the question, and she bit her lip anxiously.<br>"I would love to say, if you want to keep me?"<br>The experience had been much more amazing than she could have imagined, and she also enjoyed pleasing someone who obviously enjoyed it as much as she did. She rested her chin gently on his chest, still watching his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 12:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"'Keep you' is exactly what I propose to do, Synda, and I use the word propose advisedly.&nbsp; I would keep you as my mistress, and have you move in here with me.&nbsp; I would pay all your expenses, and you would have your own money, in prodigious amounts, to spend as you please on luxuries and on anything else you pleased.&nbsp; We would not be faithful to one another unless we decided that we wanted to be, and I don't see that happening."<br><br>He hesitated for a moment, and then went on, "unless, perhaps, we have children."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 14:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled a little at the thought.<br>"It sounds wonderful. I would love to!"<br>It was like a fantasy dream... swept away to this castle in the clouds to become the modern equivalent of a princess... only with naughty adult bits.<br>"I can't have children though. Well, not without prior arrangement, anyway. That bit of me was turned off before I started working."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 22:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought that likely," Ryan admitted.&nbsp; "And it's way premature to talk about that now, anyway, except that I wanted you to understand that I'm not just looking for a week or two with a pretty girl.&nbsp; This is an open-ended offer, Synda."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>29-08-2006, 09:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled slightly shyly, nodding slowly.<br>"Thank you. I guess, well, I am yours as long as you want me. My agency will probably be looking for me... but they'll never find me up here!"<br>She grinned and looked out of the windows at the incredible landscape, massive buildings as far as the eye could see.<br>"Yes," she said softly. "I am yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>29-08-2006, 12:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can tell your agency, surely," he said.&nbsp; "And any friends or relatives that you have nearby?"<br><br>He smiled deeply at her last words, and his cock stirred a little, too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>29-08-2006, 12:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stretched herself out, her lithe, naked body arching luxuriously.<br>"The agency would try to stop me. They like to keep their hands on their people. Friends, family... well, those don't mean much far below. I guess there is one friend I could talk to... she joined about the same time as me, but gets a lot of work. She looks younger than she is, you know, plays the cute teen card a lot... very popular."<br>Rolling over, she looked around.<br>"Hey, we were being filmed, right. Were people watching? Like, at the same time, I mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 11:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If need be," Ryan told her, "I'll buy the agency.&nbsp; That should take care of that."<br><br>He smiled at her question.&nbsp; "Yup, filmed and streamed live over the net.&nbsp; Maybe millions of people have been watching us.&nbsp; More likely merely thousands, but you never know."<br><br>Brushing some fingers over her breast, he suggested, "Maybe we should give them something more to watch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 12:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her nipple hardened under his fingertips as readily as ever, and she giggled.<br>"Can we, um, talk to them? Like, take requests or something? Might be fun..."<br>One hand slid down to close around him, caressing him gently as her eyes danced with mischief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 11:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We sure can,"&nbsp; Ryan replied, and spoke more loudly to start up the voice activated controls.&nbsp; "Select one young man with video signal who wants to interact with us," he said.<br><br>ooc:&nbsp; This is your game, so I'll leave at least the first such character to you.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 12:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A young man appeared on the screen, naked and with one hand wrapped around a very erect shaft. He grinned broadly at the camera.<br>"Woo! Am I on?! Oh yeah! Hey, you guys are so hot! Wow, what a hot bitch! Yeah!"<br>Synda giggled and blew a kiss at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 21:40:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi," Ryan told the fellow.&nbsp; "You realize that other people will be able to see you, now, too, right?&nbsp; Anyway, what would you like to have Synda, here, do for you, with or without me being involved?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>04-09-2006, 07:44:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The guy cheered. He was probably fairly drunk, whether on alcohol or sexual excitement was hard to tell.<br>"I'm on show! Yeah! Uh... I can tell her what to do? Uh... shit, I dunno man. Um. Yeah, how about she takes a facial, right? Yeah, cum all over her face, man."<br>He seemed pretty enthusiastic about the idea, pumping himself again as he spoke. Synda giggled again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>04-09-2006, 07:54:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right," Ryan replies, "Synda, blow me for a moment, then jack me off until I cum in your face.&nbsp; It's too bad that you can't do this for our friend, here, directly."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>04-09-2006, 08:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda nodded and set to work immediately, engulfing Ryan's shaft in her mouth and caressing it with lips and tongue, then sucking firmly as it hardened in her mouth. It wasn't long before she was positioning herself for a faceful, pumping it with a regular rhythm while her other hand gently cupped and caressed his heavy balls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 10:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan was glad he'd taken the medicine he had, or he would never have been able to cum so often.&nbsp; It surely was a miracle drug.<br><br>In no time he was rockhard again, and he had to speak up.&nbsp; "If you keep that up, luv, I'll be cumming in your mouth in no time at all."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 10:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda grinned, the words spurring her on to greater effort. Her head bobbed faster, sucking harder as his member shunted in and out of her wet mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 11:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Remember, I'm supposed to cum in your face..."<br><br>He could scarcely manage to get the words out, and he began to cum inside of her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 13:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She jerked her head back, eyes closed as she dipped her face in front of his member, turning her head slowly to spread the spurts across her features.<br><br>Once he finished jetting she opened her eyes and giggled, licking her lips and smiling up at the picture of the young man, watching as he started cumming himself, spurting all over his own chest with a gasp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 14:46:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What splendid timing," Ryan said, chuckling.&nbsp; "We couldn't have timed that better on purpose."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 15:32:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda giggled and nodded, gently cleaning Ryan once again with her tongue before sitting up and wiping her face.<br>"So... want to sleep, or should we find another one?" she grinned, glancing at the screen where the young man was flopped back in his chair, breathing hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>06-09-2006, 10:31:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's try to find one more, unless you're too tired, Synda."&nbsp; He wondered if that truly was her real name.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>06-09-2006, 11:05:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I'm not tired. I'd love to play with another, if it pleases you," she smiled shyly, biting her lip. The events were rather obviously exciting her a great deal.<br><br><br><br>((OOC: I'll leave the next one for you to control :) ))<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>06-09-2006, 11:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan obligingly called up a new viewer.&nbsp; This one proved to be an older man, probably in his fifties.&nbsp; Like the earlier guy, he was naked, but he was in much better shape.&nbsp; He had grey hair and a finely-trimmed moustache, and pectoral muscles that made him look as if he could lift a car.&nbsp; His cock, half-hard, was comprably large.<br><br>"I'd like to meet you for a personal interview, young lady," he said, stroking his cock.&nbsp; "If you're interested, contact me via the information I'm sending you.&nbsp; But for the moment, I'd like to see you masturbate with a big dildo, or maybe something like a cucumber or an endive?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>06-09-2006, 12:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, um, that would be for Ryan to answer," she smiled, glancing across to see whether he agreed to the 'interview'.<br>"As for the dildo, I would love to. I don't know what we have there, though..." She glanced around, not really expecting to see anything suitable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>07-09-2006, 22:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan had gotten up and was pulling open a drawer on a nearby dresser.&nbsp; "What size dildo would you like?&nbsp; Or, if you'd prefer a vegetable, I have some in the kitchen."<br><br>It seemed that he did agree to the interview. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>18-09-2006, 17:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"er, well... whichever you prefer," she answered automatically, blinking at the availability of suitable objects. She hadn't really expected to have a range to choose from.<br>"Perhaps we should set them out on the bed and our viewer could choose?"<br>She made sure to pose provocatively, curled up on the bed so her bottom was just visible past her legs, lifted on one arm so her breasts were jutted out proudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>20-09-2006, 11:03:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Literally sprinting to the kitchen, Ryan laid out the vegetables and the dildos just as she had suggested.&nbsp; The viewer laughed, and said, "You choose whichever one you want.&nbsp; It is, after all, your cunt you're going to put that into."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>20-09-2006, 12:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and rolled onto her back, legs spread wide to give the viewer a good look at her dripping center as she selected one of the dildos, nothing huge, a reasonable size that she brought between her legs and rubbed against herself for a moment. Biting her lip, she eventually guided the dildo into place, sinking it between her wet lips with ease due to her arousal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>22-09-2006, 07:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan picked up the neglected banana and peeled it, and began to eat it as he watched Synda ply herself with that dildo.&nbsp; He would remember that she had chosen that one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2006, 08:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't long before the Dildo was pumping its way in and out of her, clearly audible as it probed her slick center. She was soon moaning and humping upwards onto it, giving a good show to the watchers, her other hand clutching at the bed as she started bringing out another orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>23-09-2006, 11:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing the banana, Ryan put the peel in the trash and began to stroke himself as he watched Synda frig herself.&nbsp; He cheered at the appropriate intervals and felt the bed jostle about beneath him as her movements became more violent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 09:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abruptly she was bucking, eyes closed, moaning loudly as the orgasm washed through her, the dildo buried deep inside and exposed to the views of the watchers as her body moved in abandon, her other hand clasping unashamedly at her own breast as she writhed in pleasure.<br><br>Her breathing gradually slowed as the sensations faded, blinking lazily as she smiled at Ryan and then at the watcher, blowing him a vague kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>27-09-2006, 13:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you all for joining us, but we'll be signing off for the time being now," Ryan announced.&nbsp; He flipped a switch and the monitors went dark, cutting the communications in both directions.<br><br>"Well," he asked her, "how does it feel to be in show business?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>28-09-2006, 13:12:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's quite a turnon," she admitted a little breathily, then flushed slightly at being so open. Giggling, she rolled over and idly toyed with the dildo as she watched Ryan.<br>"So, uh... what do you want me to do now?" she asked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>29-09-2006, 16:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Since we're already in bed, luv, I want to fuck you, of course;&nbsp; and then I want to go to sleep in your arms, wake up, and fuck you again and again and again."<br><br>Grinning, he added, "Of course, I'm open to alternative proposals.&nbsp; What would you like to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2006, 08:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instead of answering, she just flashed a naughty smile and climbed to her hands and knees, turning until her bottom was pointed invitingly at Ryan, her still-aroused womanhood visible between her thighs. Swaying her hips, she looked at him over her shoulder, biting her lip mock-innocently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-10-2006, 08:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning back at her, Ryan didn't bother to speak.&nbsp; Instead, he got up on his knees and took her from behind, exactly as she had invited him to.&nbsp; He put a hand on each hip, drawing himself forward with that purchase, and slid himself fairly quickly into her cunt, letting the hot velvety pleasure roll over him for a moment before gripping her hips that much more firmly and using the leverage to help himself push into and out of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>10-10-2006, 12:08:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost purred as he slid into her, pressing back onto him and lifting her ass to allow him to sink deeper into her. Giving herself up to his rhythm, she concentrated on balancing herself as she was pulled onto his shaft, spreading herself for his pleasure, the pleasure that in turn awoke her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>11-10-2006, 08:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan could go on like this forever, and might well do just that.&nbsp; Even when the initial excitement of their sex lessened somewhat, he wanted to get to know Synda better in other ways, in every way.<br><br>For now, though, he just reared back and gave her everything he had, driving their tempo and letting everything loose.&nbsp; He had cum so often that he could go on like this for quite a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>11-10-2006, 08:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was always her favourite position. Arching to take him deeper, aware that she looked like a complete slut as she humped back onto him but not caring, in fact turned on even more by the thought, she gave herself up wantonly to the sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>11-10-2006, 09:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was Ryan's favorite position too, since he could go the deepest into her this way.&nbsp; And since she was willing to turn around and look at him, the chief disadvantage, not being able to see her face, was no longer an issue.<br><br>She did look like a complete and utter slut -- which was very much what he wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>11-10-2006, 09:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To her surprise, she realises another orgasm is building. She normally couldn't cum that many times... there was no real physical limit, but she would start to get sore whouch would normally prevent the arousal. This time, she's so turned on after the watching and shows and general tabooness that the orgasm built quickly.<br><br>Being so wantonly slutty also helped, speaking to something deep within her that awoke with pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>12-10-2006, 07:54:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan noted the signs in Synda, and was pleased to see that she was becoming more aroused again.&nbsp; He, too, was beginning to get a little bit sore, and though his medicines inhibited and treated that problem, there was a limit.&nbsp; Just as well that they sleep for a while after this bout.<br><br>Ah, she was cumming again;&nbsp; Ryan sped up a little, and focused on her pleasure for the moment.&nbsp; His own time would come soon after hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>12-10-2006, 08:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bent to press her face to the bed, giving him maximum access to her warm center, shuddering and moaning into the soft material as the orgasm ripped through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>12-10-2006, 08:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, he could go deeper still;&nbsp; and she looked so cozy as she pressed her face to the bed.&nbsp; He felt an urge to press his cheek against hers, even though he'd have to dismount for a moment to do it, but that would ruin her orgasm, which wouldn't do at all.<br><br>No, he just kept fucking her.&nbsp; He loved fucking her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>12-10-2006, 13:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the last waves of pleasure eased within her, she slowly pushed herself back upright, smiling softly over her shoulder at him as she moved with his thrusts, the urgency of orgasmic sex eased, just enjoying the gentle movement within her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>13-10-2006, 08:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once Synda had resumed her full, upright position, Ryan decided to go a little bit faster.&nbsp; Neither of them had all the energy in the world, but he thought that they would both have enough for this.<br><br>"How many times have you cum tonight?" he asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>13-10-2006, 09:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know," she said lazily, still just letting her body move with his motion, relaxed and enjoying the sensation.<br>"I've lost count." She blushed at the realisation, but felt too good to be particularly concerned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 09:02:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So have I.&nbsp; But that in itself is astonishing!&nbsp; Synda, you're the best fuck I've ever had, I'm certain of it."<br><br>He continued to thrust in and out of her, having to speak in measured ways given his breath at the moment.&nbsp; He wasn't as relaxed as she was, not at all -- he was starting to approach yet another orgasm, he thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 11:16:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda began to roll&nbsp; her hips, humping down onto him with each motion, trying to increase the sensual friction around his shaft. She realised that one of her greatest desires was his orgasm, his and anyone else he directed her to... it was a sudden realisation, and powerful, and almost made her dizzy as she felt it taking control of her. Her life had taken new direction from the moment she'd been picked up by this amazing, exciting man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 13:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a sort of parallel in the way that the two lovers grew in their mutual regard.&nbsp; Ryan found that it mattered a great deal to him that Synda please and, even more, that she -be- pleased, that he wanted to have the power to make her cum whenever and wherever they might be, to have that control over her orgasmic nature.&nbsp; <br><br>The way that she was humping on him turned him on even more, and he knew that he was done.&nbsp; Any second now.. ahhh, there.<br><br>He came again.&nbsp; Again!&nbsp; There wasn't much jism, but he came.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 13:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn smiled a slow, comfortable smile, moving her hips gently as she felt Ryan pulsing within her, the sensation more sensually intimate rather than erotic. Pressing gently back onto him she tightened herself and let the movement ease, then slid off and turned to face him, gazing into his eyes as she sought confirmation of his pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 14:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The confirmation that she sought was plainly visible.&nbsp; "We'd better get some sleep, now, darling," Ryan told her, rolling over onto his side next to her and putting one arm over her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>18-10-2006, 13:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn had no desire to clean the aftereffects of their sex, enjoying the naughty, erotic feel of the wetness on her body, the warm glow the orgasms and the satisfaction had built within her. She nestled into Ryan and closed her eyes, allowing sleep to wash over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>20-10-2006, 11:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost totally dark.&nbsp; The curtains were drawn, and no light at all came in from outside.&nbsp; There were a few little lights associated with various electronic items about the bedroom, but that appeared to be it.&nbsp; <br><br>And she was alone in the big bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>20-10-2006, 11:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn yawned and stretched, before propping herself up on her elbows and lookign around. She was a little annoyed with herself for being asleep after Ryan had awoken, intending to wake him up with some form of sexual contact, but she was quite exhausted after all of the exertions from the previous night.<br><br>Clambering out of the bed, she padded naked over to the nearest door to try and find him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>20-10-2006, 21:11:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nearest door proved to be the bathroom, which still contained a good deal of steam from what must have been a recent hot shower.&nbsp; But she heard something from the other direction, in the living room:&nbsp; Ryan's voice.<br><br>"Hello?&nbsp; Oh, Craig, what are you doing here?&nbsp; Never mind, come on in;&nbsp; I want you to meet my new girlfriend, Synda.&nbsp; She's still asleep, but I can go and wake her.&nbsp; For the first time in my life, I think I've really fallen in love."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>22-10-2006, 13:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn flushed, a hand covering her mouth instinctively as a delighted giggle tried to escape. She quickly scurried back to the bed and dove under the soft covers, snuggling her naked form into the warm patch she'd just left.<br><em>Love?</em> she thought. <em>Nah, guys say that sort of thing all the time. He just means I'm hot in bed. I'll settle for that, I guess.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 06:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan followed Synda into the bedroom, leading Craig.&nbsp; "Syn, are you awake yet?"&nbsp; His voice was soft and gentle, but it still held a note of the excitement he'd been speaking of while out in the front room.&nbsp; "Wake up, darling," he said with restrained eagerness, "I want you to meet my brother, Craig.&nbsp; Craig, this is Synda.&nbsp; She's the most beautiful girl in the world, and she's mine."<br><br>Craig seemed to be about two years older than his brother, wider across the shoulders, and a shade taller, with darker hair that was cut in nearly the same way.&nbsp; He certainly had an eye for the nude girl under the covers, but mostly he was watching Ryan as if he'd grown a second head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 07:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda peeped out at Craig from under the covers, her little nose and large eyes pretty much the only things available over the edge of the sheet. She felt rather shy... a very surprising feeling considering the things they'd done the previous night.<br>"Um, hello," she said with a smile, glancing between Craig and Ryan as she compared the two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 07:40:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pleased to meet you," Craig said, the tip of his tongue briefly passing over a corner of his upper lip.&nbsp; In only a matter of seconds, he had begun to acquire a nice bulge in those trousers.&nbsp; He held out his hand to shake hers -- which of course would entail her extending her arm from beneath those concealling satin sheets.<br><br>Ryan grinned, and untied the belt to his robe, slipping it off and starting up the cameras.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 07:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda kept the covers up over her chest with her spare hand as she reached out to take his in a ladylike grasp, startled to realise that a slight blush was colouring her cheeks. Ryan's actions were quite an obvious hint as to where he was expecting the moment to go, and she was more than happy to accomodate, but wasn't sure if Craig was aware or if she was expected to seduce him, or what.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 07:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig glanced over at his brother and laughed as he saw him starting up the cameras.&nbsp; Looking back at Synda, he shrugged lightly, and said, "That's my brother, all right," and sat down on the side of the bed.&nbsp; "I guess that we're going to get to know one another well right away, then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>30-10-2006, 13:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn blushed even more and smiled at him, stifling a giggle.<br>"I guess so," she said with amusement, and grinned at Ryan, before scooting up to make more room on the large bed. She kept herself under the covers, preferring to build the suspense of revealing her body for once.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>31-10-2006, 10:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig just shook his head, and went with the situation.&nbsp; It wasn't as if his brother hadn't been with some of his girlfriends.&nbsp; He pulled his sweater off over his head, and then his shirt, and then looked down at Synda, his well-developed torso now on display.&nbsp; "This -is- something you want to do, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>31-10-2006, 16:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda nodded slowly, looking sideways at Ryan.<br>"Sure, if that's what Ryan wants. I certainly don't have any complaints," she glanced at the rather tasty torso Craig had revealed.<br>"What's not to like?"<br>She snuggled down under the sheets some more, still teasingly keeping herself covered, and watched Craig disrobe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>07-11-2006, 09:09:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan smiled at Synda.&nbsp; "I certainly want you to get to know my brother, and vice versa.&nbsp; &nbsp;And even with modern medicines, Syn, you can cum more often than I can."&nbsp; He was quite erect again himself, though.<br><br>Craig, for his part, suggested, "Perhaps you'd care to open my pants, then?"&nbsp; Surely he could see more of her this way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>08-11-2006, 17:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Synda was enjoying the teasing far too much to stop, although the soft sheets were at least giving a hint of her slender body shape. She squirmed a little further down under the covers, until one smooth arm reached out to dextrously undo his pants and slide her fingers in to caress him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 00:12:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig grinned as his member stiffened all the more at the touch of Syn's hand.&nbsp; He wasted no time about shucking his trousers and underwear off, and kicking them off of his feet.<br><br>"I have to say that I like your new girlfriend," he told Ryan, "but I also have to say that I think that you must be mad not to be spending every waking moment making love to her yourself."&nbsp; He reached down to take a hold of the covers, and looked over to Synda, meeting her eyes with a question in his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 11:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Syn hung on to the covers for a moment longer, the smile still curling her lips, and then ostentatiously let them go, releasing his member with her other hand and lifting both arms above her head, spreading herself luxuriously over the bed, under the covers. If he drew them back, her body would be spread invitingly, legs parted wantonly, firm breasts jutting towards the roof.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>22-11-2006, 08:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Craig could clearly see her position beneath the covers, and he dramatically pulled them away to reveal that fantastic body.&nbsp; He felt his cock jerk at the sight, but he stayed out of the way to let his brother get the shot and then shift around to the far side of the bed.&nbsp; Only once Ryan had taken up his position did Craig take up his own, kneeling with one knee on each side of her stomach, higher up her body than Synda might have expected.<br><br>Surveying his domain, Craig lowered one hand down to clutch at Syn's upthrust breast, grabbing the outside of it with a clawlike hand and simultaneously pushing his flat, open palm down on the nipple in the center.&nbsp; Then he began to slowly twist back and forth a quarter turn, clockwise to counter clockwise, and then back again.<br><br>"Lift up your head," Craig instructed Synda, "and take me into your mouth.&nbsp; Just for a little bit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wrathie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2006, 12:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl did as instructed, her experiences coming to the fore as they always did and providing her with a good technique. Curved slightly, very aware of the warm hands manipulating her mound, she sucked in the head of his member and began a rhythmic pressure with lips and tongue, caressing it as best she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Future Grit (tcost and Wrathie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-11-2006, 01:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, God," Craig moaned, in the time-honored tradition, closing his eyes and throwing back his head at the intensity of the sensations Synda was causing in his cock.&nbsp; His hips thrust instinctively forward and his hand gripped tight over her bosom, nearly too tightly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah, baby," he murmured after a moment, and added, "if my brother doesn't keep you, look me up.&nbsp; But he's too smart for that."<br><br>Ryan smiled, and reached out for just a moment to clasp Synda's foot in reassurance.&nbsp; He considered Synda a keeper for sure.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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