Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]
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				Title: <strong>Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 22:00:48</strong>
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				It had been another long day for Graeme Smith. He'd got home from work, and sat down on the sofa to watch TV and relax, when his wife came and started shouting about something or other. Yet another argument. It seemed all they did these days was fight, and usually over some insignificant little detail. Or sex. It seemed they fought over sex a lot, but not in the good way. More like... "Lets have sex!" "No, not tonight honey." And that was from both sides, it wasn't as if it was always Graeme asking for sex, or always Lauren. <br><br>Tonight had been a worse argument than usual though. It had ended with Lauren kicking him out, telling him to go to the bar and get drunk like he apparently always did - which was a complete lie, he only went to the local bar a couple of times a month, and always with friends to have a laugh. She went shopping with her girlfriends more often than he got drunk. But, oh well, if she wanted him to go and get drunk, then he would. Still in his work clothes - which, thankfully, it had been casual friday today, so he was dressed alright for a bar - he headed for the place, walking there so he didn't have to get his car back the next morning.<br><br>Arriving there about 20 minutes later, he sat down at the bar, and straight away ordered a double-vodka + red bull. It was a disgusting drink, but it did the job well. Taking a couple of quick sips of it, feeling the strong liquor burn the back of his throat and the red bull energise him, he looked around the place, to see if any of his friends were there, who he could talk to about... well, everything. Nope, nobody he knew, by the looks of it. Sighing, he turned back to the counter, and sipped at his drink slowly. No need to rush. He had all night - he wouldn't be sleeping in the same bed as Lauren tonight, that was for sure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 18:43:02</strong>
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				Sasha Alexander had smiled as she flipped open her phone, stroking across the side of it as she stood in the shadows for now. Her hair was straight and hung just below her neck, bobbing as she moved a bit in place, slightly grinding her body on the music in the bar. Then.. Graeme walked in, just as planned she thought, pushing a young man that had been hitting on her away.<br><br>She smiled as she walked over to the pool table, her body was exquisite, almost like that of a gymnast, yet still feminine, with curves to die for and long legs that a man might crawl up for all his life and never reach the top. She cast a look at Graeme as she bent over slightly, her fingers crawling up the pool-cue as she lined up her break. Shooting it while still looking at Graeme and striking the side of the rack, instead of the first ball.<br><br>She leaned back against the pool table, motioning him over, her eyes staring at his.. if he approached he'd notice they were a smoky grey, her lips colored in dark red and her smooth dark hair bobbing comfortably on her small, smooth face. "Sasha..", she'd say softly, offering her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 19:45:45</strong>
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				Intently studying his drink, Graeme felt a tingling down his spine, as if someone was watching him. Turning around, frowning slightly, he scanned the room to see if anyone was actually staring at him. To his surprise, a lovely specimen of a woman was staring straight at him, whilst playing pool. Literally, whilst - she missed the break shot as she wasn't watching what she was doing. She motioned to him, to tell him to come over. Graeme knocked back the rest of his drink quickly - when a woman like that told you to come over, you didn't hesitate.<br><br>Making his way over to her, he stood next to her, by the pool table. Shaking the hand she offered, he nodded in greeting. "Er, Graeme, Graeme Smith, nice to meet you Sasha." Ok, stop talking. He was doing what he always did when slightly nervous or anxious, and rambling. Obviously she was the type that favoured less words and more action - he'd be best to stick to that. Taking a look at the pool table, he quickly spotted a couple of shots he could do that would break apart the balls pretty well. <br><br>"Mind if I play?" He asked, picking up a cue from the side of the table and hefting it in his hand a little, to test its weight and balance. It'll do. She probably wasn't that good anyway, going from her first shot - someone half-decent could hit the break even if they were blindfolded... Maybe he could impress her with his pool skills. Not that, you know, he'd do anything with her - he loved Lauren, despite their arguments, and didn't really want to cheat on her... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:05:07</strong>
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				"Just play?", she said, smiling as she came up besides him, her fingers on his pool-cue, "..how about a little more excitement for your buck hey?", she smiled as she let go of the cue, "..ten bucks?", she asked, fishing her wallet out of her back pocket and pulling the note out. Before stuffing it between her beautiful breasts, the tank-top she wore hanging loosely and showing off a bit of her midsection. She waited for his answer, leaning back, showing off her beautiful body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:25:30</strong>
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				Graeme watched, almost hypnotised, as she pulled out a ten dollar note and put it between her breasts - for safe keeping, obviously. That was... hot. Not as hot as she was, though, and she knew it. Leaning back like she was, showing off her skin; she was a woman who knew what she wanted, and that she had the assets to get it. How could he refuse? <br><br>"Alright - 10 dollars!" Graeme pulled out his own wallet, then put 10 bucks in his back pocket, for his own safe keeping. "Do you want to break, or shall I?" He said with a slight grin. Well, at least this was keeping his mind off his troubles at home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:30:32</strong>
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				"Gosh.. well you break alright", she leaned in, her fingers sliding across his belt for a moment, then, she touched his stomach, feeling him up, just a tad before pushing him back and grabbing the rack. "go easy on me though", she said, smiling at him as she rolled the fifteen balls in and pulled the rack off. Grabbing her cue again and standing behind him, enough to make him be able to make the shot, but also to feel her soft smooth leg, which was clad in naught but air, since she was wearing a short skirt and ankle-high cowboy boots, pressing against his leg before drawing away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:42:42</strong>
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				<em>Oh god...</em> was the thought that passed through Graeme's head as Sasha's hand strayed across his belt and stomach. She was a tease, this one. Maybe he should just quit now, while he was ahead. Although, 10 bucks... ah, what the hell, one game couldn't hurt. He smiled at her in return, as she racked up the balls, then lined up his shot. Her legs pressed against his from behind, fleetingly, but definitely deliberately. But, he could put her out of his mind for this shot. Taking aim, he pulled back the cue, then hit the white, sending it flying straight for the front ball. The triangle broke as balls went everywhere. One spotted ball dropped into the top right pocket. <br><br>"Well, guess I'm spots, then." He said, as he straightened up, already lining up his next shot as he moved around the table. Taking aim, he hit the white again. This time, the ball he was aiming for didn't go in. Oh well, he had plenty of time to get the rest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:46:26</strong>
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				Sasha smiled at Graeme as she nodded at what he had to say, her fingers slowly worked their way around the pool-cue she was holding, before flipping it around, almost like a baton and slamming the wood down on the canvas, the tip poking at the white-ball as she aimed it for solid, she slowly stuck her tongue out, licking it around her cherry-tainted lips before firing the ball and missing it completely, but pocketing one of Graeme's balls. "Oh.. nuts", she said, looking crestfallen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 21:45:26</strong>
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				Watching as Sasha completely missed her own ball, but managed to pocket one of his, Graeme chuckled softly. "Don't worry. We all do that, when we first start. I know I did. You just gotta practice!" And with that, he resumed position, taking aim down his cue, picking his spot first on the table then on the white itself. Back went the cue, then bam! Into a pocket goes another of his balls. Taking aim again, he holed a second one - bringing the total to 4. Finally, he tapped the white into an easy position for her to capitalise on; might as well give her an opportunity, he thought, make it so that she didn't lose so badly. Maybe he'd get a replay, then. "Alright, your go - I'd go for that one on the left, if I were you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 07:23:09</strong>
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				Sasha smiled as he rolled the white ball into a rather advantage position for her, she nodded at what he said. "Oh.. I would have taken the right", she said, smiling softly, "your a big help", she said as she walked by, her fingers dragging along Graeme's back before she lined up her shot. Eyes narrow for a moment as she shot, but just glanced the white in a way that sent the ball smacking the canvas sides and.. just nearly pocketing the eight ball.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 12:00:05</strong>
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				Graeme smiled encouragingly at her, after she potted the black. "Hey, that doesn't matter. Just keep trying, don't give up, that's the important thing." Plucking out the black from the pocket and placing it on the dot, he took aim again, sending a 5th ball into the pocket, quickly followed by a 6th. Unfortunately, his next shot missed, and not on purpose. Straightening up, he sighed, then smiled at Sasha. "Alright, your turn - try and get that one there in, ok? Should be quite easy." He pointed at one of her balls that was pretty much on the edge of a pocket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 13:48:21</strong>
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				Sasha grinned at the young man as he potted his balls so easily, she didn't care much but for now, she kept the slightly saddened face on her pretty face. "Hmm.. alright, just.. maybe you can help?", she asked, "you've probably won anyway", she said, smiling at him, waiting for him to come up behind her, before grinding his crotch. "Sorry..", she said, batting her eyes, before showing off her smooth buttocks and the.. oh hell she was Commando.. as he could clearly see, no panties at all, just her hairless smooth slit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 16:51:37</strong>
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				Graeme nodded, in reply to her request for help. He could definitely give her some pointers. Walking up behind her and leaning over, to help her aim the cue, he felt her grind up against his crotch. With a gasp, of surprise and a small hint of pleasure, he backed away from her - and realised he could see up her short skirt. And that she wasn't wearing panties. A blush came to his face, turning his cheeks red. That, he wasn't expecting. <br><br>"Um... line the cue up with the centre of the white and the centre of the target.." He said, deliberately looking anywhere other than under her skirt. "I think I need another drink... do you want one?" Once he had her reply, yay or nay, he went up to the bar and got himself a beer and whatever it was she wanted, bringing it back to the table. The other end of the table from where she was. "Did you make the shot?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 17:03:47</strong>
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				Sasha had smiled when she heard the nervousness in his voice, her lips curling into a smile as he returned with her jack daniels, she touched his fingers as she took the drink from him. "With a little help from you, I think I could do just about..", she leaned in, "anything..", she winked softly, "your shot though, I didn't pot that last one", she said with a smile before stepping aside, drinking her whiskey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 17:33:22</strong>
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				Trying to put her out of his mind for a few seconds, Graeme took aim again. But, just as he was going to shoot, the image of her slit popped into his mind, and sent his shot off. Yes, he still hit the ball he was aiming at, but it didn't go in the pocket. Sighing, he turned around to her, and smiled slightly. "See? Even I miss sometimes..." He didn't mention the reason why he missed, as he backed away from the table to let her have a shot, picking up his beer from the side-table and taking a big gulp of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 17:37:14</strong>
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				She smiled as she went up to her toes to his face, "Give me a kiss.. for luck", she said, pointing to her cheek, waiting for Graeme to accept it, she'd quickly turn her face and give him a kiss on his lips before winking and walking back towards the table, lining her shot up and pocketing it this time, before missing the other one as well. Leaving just two of Graeme's balls and five of hers on the table. Oh and the eightball.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:12:58</strong>
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				Now she wanted him to kiss her... at least it was on the cheek. That couldn't hurt, surely? Graeme leant in, to give her a quick peck, but at the last second she turned towards him. Instead of her cheek, his lips met her own. His eyes flew open, somewhat surprised. Although, he supposed he should have expected it from her... Those lips, they were so soft, so inviting... He groaned inwardly. Was he actually thinking of cheating on Lauren with her? Maybe so... She wouldn't find out, though, if he did. Right? With a sigh, he turned back to the table just in time to see her miss her shot again. Oh well. The game was nearly his, then he could escape. Quickly, he lined up one shot and potted his penultimate ball, then his last ball, leaving just the black. Unfortunately, that he did miss, but it didn't really matter, he was well into the lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:16:13</strong>
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				"How about we up the ante a little?", she asked him, slowly moving towards Graeme, her body now placed firmly against his. "A simple addition", she leaned in, "..you win and you get to have all of me.. for a month", she whispered against his lips, "..if I win.. I get the same.. but I get to have you.. and your ten bucks of course", she said softly, her fingers pressing on his belt and his pants, pressing them down a little. "How about it..?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:21:31</strong>
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				Graeme gulped surreptitiously as she leaned in close to him, and made that proposal. It was a tempting deal to consider, but then, he did also have Lauren to think about... Mentally, he shrugged. Ah well, she wouldn't find out, and he'd probably never see Sasha again after tonight. Besides, at least then he'd have someone to get him drinks for the rest of the night, while he sat and talked to some guys, who didn't hit on him all the time. And he'd be 10 bucks richer. "Alright, deal!" Graeme said with a grin. Easy win for him. "Your shot, Sasha."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:28:03</strong>
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				"Alright hun..", she whispered before turning around, she lined her shot up and.. pocket.. pocket.. and pocket, she leaned to grin at him over her shoulder. Mouthing, "you're mine" at him before pocketing the other two as well. A nice dual-shot she did that with, finally only the eight-ball was left, she chalked her cue-pool up before lining the white-ball up. Shooting, it smacked the eight, it smacked canvas.. canvas.. and.. just.. didn't miss the pot, as it rolled in. She grinned as she spun around, her lips curling into a smile. "Tssk tssk, I seem to have won", she said, walking towards Graeme.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:34:55</strong>
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				His mouth hanging open slightly, Graeme could only watch in surprise and amazement as Sasha proceeded to pocket every single one of her balls, plus the black, without missing. It seemed that he had been tricked. She'd obviously been holding back, just to maneouver him into this situation. "But... but... that's cheating!" He exclaimed. It wasn't, but he had to at least try. He looked at her, slightly confused - as to why she would do that, and what she was going to do now. "I think I need another drink..." He said, as he drained the one he had just bought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:40:28</strong>
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				She pulled his wrist as he walked away, "No.. you don't", she said, smiling at him, a young man walked past Sasha, blinking at the sight of her. "Aah.. Sasha..", he stared at her hand and Graeme being held by her. "..oh.. shit, tough break man", he said, before hurrying only. The woman simply grinned at him, "..did you drive here?", she asked softly, tossing the cue-sticks on the pool table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:50:14</strong>
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				He gasped as she pulled him by his wrist, stopping him from going to the bar. Another man walked past, and made some comment about 'tough break'. Graeme could guess what he meant by that, if the evening so far was any judge of her character... "No, I walked, so that I could drink." He gestured to the empty beer bottle on the side table - there was no way he'd drink and drive, he wasn't that stupid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:55:48</strong>
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				"Shame..", she said softly, "that means you'll have to walk me home instead of drive me..", she said, grinning at him, "lets go get my coat", she moved them both towards the bar, grabbing her smooth leather jacket from the bartender before stepping out into the night-time air. "Well?", she asked, staring at him as she waited for him to pick her up. He was going to have to literally walk her home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:59:52</strong>
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				Once outside the bar, Graeme stood, slightly cold now that it was a bit later, and looked at Sasha, slightly confused. Then, he realised what she wanted him to do. "You want me to carry you? All the way home?" Hmm. He hoped it wasn't too far. With a sigh, he bent, and put his arms around her, then lifted her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style. A fireman lift would be best, but he didn't think she'd appreciate that - especially as she didn't have any panties on under her skirt... "So, where is your house?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:02:52</strong>
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				"Three blocks from here", she's say with a smile on her lips, moving him around as he walked her home, eagerly resting in his arms, locking her arms around his neck and lining her lips against his neck, kissing him tenderly there before stopping at her home. It was a nice enough apartment building, large too, she smiled as she was placed down after telling him too and walked towards the door, with Graeme still in front. The ride up in the elevator was quick and painless as was the walk towards her door.<br><br>What hope he had that she would let him go though was lost as she pulled a pair of cuffs from her jacket and snatched it around his wrist, before pulling him around. Quickly pushing the other wrist in as well, "Come in", she said with a smile, pushing the door open to her generous loft and stepping in after him. "Sit", she said, pointing to the couch in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:11:26</strong>
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				Somehow he managed to carry her all the way without stopping. Even he was surprised at that feat of strength. Not that she was heavy, just that he wasn't exactly a bodybuilder. It was a relief when she told him to put her down, and he spent the elevator ride up to her apartment massaging his shoulders and neck - he could feel where she had been kissing him, it was kinda wet. They reached her door quickly, and Graeme was beginning to get some hope that she'd let him go now. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case... before he knew it, his wrists were in a pair of handcuffs behind his back. "Hey! Wait, what are you doing? Let me go!" He protests, standing in the doorway rather than moving to the couch. Wriggling in the cuffs, he tried to get his hands free, but to no avail. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:16:43</strong>
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				Sasha would sigh, tossing her jacket off before walking towards Graeme, "No.. your not getting let gone, not yet at least, now, get in here..", she grabbed something out of her umbrella bin, but it wasn't an umbrella, it was a long thick whip, "now get in!", she hissed, snapping the thing against his leg, not hard yet. If he didn't do as she'd say, he would be dragged, forced, kicked in, but he would get in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:18:46</strong>
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				Suddenly, she had a whip as well, and lashed the thing against his leg. He let out a yelp of surprise and pain, shuffling his leg in a reflex. Maybe it would be best to come in, like she said. After all, she did have the keys to the handcuffs. Walking in, he went and sat down on the couch just as she'd told him to. He wondered what he had gotten himself into... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:23:38</strong>
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				"See you can listen", she grinned as she closed the door, ".. a drink?", she asked softly, before walking towards the kitchen, leaning her head outside to see if he did indeed want a drink from her. The room though was quite nicely decorated a fine display of wealth and elegance combined, oh and a fricking big TV.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:26:39</strong>
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				"I think I'm gonna need something strong... got any whiskey you'll permit me to drink?" He said the last bit with a hint of sarcasm. Quite how he was going to drink it with his hands cuffed behind his back, he didn't know - he figured she'd have to let him go, at which point he was headed for the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly and came back with a small glass filled with Jack Daniels, she placed it on the table before looking at him. "Hmm.. oh wait, I've got an idea", she smiled, grabbing an ashtray, which wasn't used at all, and poured the drink into it, "well.. get on your knees and slurp it up", she said, smiling as she sat down in her chair, staring at Graeme.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme licked his lips as she put his drink down on the table, and got ready to make a break for it when she unlocked his hands. But, she never did. Instead, she got an unused ashtray and poured the liquid into there, and put it on the floor for him to drink. Just like a dog, or a cat, some sort of pet anyway. "You can't be seri..." He trailed off when he looked at her. She was serious alright. Sighing, and feeling humiliated, he got down on his knees and started to slurp up the JD, his back arched and ass sticking up into the air. As embarrassing as it was, he had to admit, he was starting to get a little turned on by this. Although quite why, he didn't know, he'd never tried anything like this, with handcuffs and stuff, before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:41:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good.. good", she grinned as she moved towards the couch, she groaned as she pulled her boots off, tossing them away onto the ground. Staring at him, running her fingers through his hair, ruffling it a little, Sasha's feet placed on the ground before him now. "My feet are.. oh so achy.. why don't you service them..", she said softly, wriggling her toes, "with your mouth", she stared at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 19:48:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing the JD, Graeme looks up to find her feet right in front of his face. He stares at them for a few seconds, then looks up at her face - oh god, he can see right up her skirt now - and shakes his head. "Nuh uh, I draw the line there!" He starts to get up, struggling a bit with his hands behind his back. "Just, let me go now, and I won't bother you again..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 04:56:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She places her foot down on the young man's shoulder, before pushing down hard on his neck, there's a sudden strength there as she stares at him. "You do what I say, that was the deal", she stared into his eyes, "..or would you rather find out what happens if you forfeit the deal?", Graeme suddenly remembered that the guy that spotted them in the bar had a couple of scars on his forearms.. were those from Sasha?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 12:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pushed back down to the floor, Graeme contemplates his position. Basically, he was screwed. She had the keys to the handcuffs, and she'd probably locked the door as well... plus, she seemed surprisingly strong. Not to mention the threats she was making, about what would happen if he forfeited the deal. It seemed like he had no choice at the moment, but to go along with what she wanted. "Alright, alright, I'll do it..." He mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 04:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Was it really so hard?", she asked softly before telling Graeme to go onto his back, her smooth feet, which were clean, thankfully, were placed atop of his face as she rubbed them softly. "Get to work..", she said smiling, her eyes staring down at him as one foot, after it was cleaned slowly ran down towards his belly, she couldn't quite stretch out far enough to reach his member.. yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 11:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lying down on his back, arching it slightly so that his hands didn't press into it too badly, Graeme looked up at her almost pleadingly. Then, her feet came down on his face. Slowly, he began to lick her feet clean, kinda disgusted by it - but strangely, kinda turned by it as well. It took a few minutes, but finally her feet were clean, albeit covered in saliva now. He turned his head away, to the right. "I'm finished. Can I go now?" He asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 05:21:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha stared at him, she had noticed his arousal as he was laying down on her floor, instead she shook her head, her smooth, though saliva covered feet were rubbed clean on Graeme's shirt and his chest as she walked towards his crotch, "Why do you keep wanting to leave..", she grinned, "we made the deal for a whole month..", she pressed her small foot atop of his crotch, grinding him slowly, "or did you forget.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 10:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme let out a soft groan, as her foot found his crotch and ground into it, pressing against his arousal. "No, I didn't forget, its just..." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I've got a wife! Please, don't make me do this..." Looking up at her, he pleaded with her, using his eyes as much as his words. He doubted it would have any affect, but it was worth a try..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 05:16:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment Sasha's eyes seemed to grow lax as she stared at him, before she slipped her legs to the sides, falling down atop of his crotch. He could feel the fire within her loins as she sat on his crotch, she moved her face towards his as she smiled. "I know", she whispered, when he told her he had a wife.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 11:50:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frowning, Graeme tried to work out how on earth she knew he had a wife. Oh! Wait, his wedding ring. She probably saw it while they were playing... and yet, she's still doing this? Obviously she had a thing for married men. A... very weird, kinky thing for married men. Sighing, he looked up at her. Maybe it would be best, to play her game - maybe once she'd finished, she'd let him go. "Alright, what are you going to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 04:49:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she pushed down on his cock a few times more before pulling off him, her eyes staring down at him. "What oh.. what indeed. I'll tell you what I'll do", she reached for his arm, slowly starting to pull him up, "..but first you need to get up on your feet", she waited until he had managed that, with a bit of help from Sasha, "Good.. now stay still.. or this will hurt", she walked to a small desk, placed besides the window and drew a sharp knife from the drawer.<br><br>Walking back she placed it above his neck, slowly starting to drag the blade down towards his stomach, cutting his shirt off, neatly cutting it around his arms, leaving just two strips of cloth there, since she couldn't unlock his shirt, his pants were easier as they were simply tugged off. Sasha's fingers moved and worked quickly as she undid Graeme of his clothing, she smiled as she stared at his completely naked body now, her hand reaching out to grab his cock. Slowly squeezing into it, before starting to pump, wanting to see if he was a grower, or was just big as normal men were.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 10:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing up now, after a bit of a struggle to get to his feet without using his hands, Graeme watched as she went over to a desk, and pulled out a knife. Oh God, she wasn't going to kill him, was she? Or stab him, or cut him or anything else? He whimpered softly as she got closer, but stayed perfectly still. Closing his eyes, he waited for the first blow to come - but it never did. Instead, he heard a ripping sound, and opened his eyes, to see her cutting away his shirt. Oh, that wasn't too bad... he stayed still as she finished cutting away his shirt. Next was the pants, but she thankfully didn't cut those away, merely unbuttoning and pulling them down. Eventually, he was naked, save for two bits of his shirt that had fallen to around his wrists. <br><br>A light blush crossed his face at this point - this was the first time for a number of years that he'd been naked in front of anyone other than Lauren. And for it to happen in such a manner... She started to pump his cock, up and down, making it grow to its full length of about 8 inches. He groaned softly as she did this, pleasure starting to move through his body, even if he didn't want it to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 06:59:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha couldn't help but smile as she stroked her fingers across the rest of Graeme's body, her eyes staring into his as she cupped his balls with the other hand, rolling them along. Wanting to see what would happen to his face, "..Graeme.. Graeme Graeme", she shook her head, "we'll need a new name for you. How about.. Doggy?", she whispered, grinning as she pressed his cock between their bodies.<br><br>The woman stepping in close, Graeme's cock now lining her smooth flat belly as she ran her fingers across his back, making sure to stay out of reach of his hands as she moved towards his ass. Slowly pinching it before opening it up, the two cheeks pressed apart as she grinned. Her finger tenderly stroking across his darkest hole, "..Maybe later.. hmm?", she asked with a dark smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 10:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she cupped his balls with her hand, he bit his lip and closed his eyes, almost like he was wincing - which he was, sort of. Who knew what she'd do to his balls; he just hoped whatever she did wouldn't hurt too much... Thankfully, the cupping was all she did. He blushed, when she said she'd call him Doggy from now on - that was just humiliating. Her body pressed against his, sandwiching his cock between them, making him groan softly again. The material of her shirt rubbed against him, adding to the general sensation of being squished. <br><br>He felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart, and a finger brushing along his hole. With a groan, he squirmed, wriggling away, and broke free of her for a few seconds. He'd never been touched there before, and her threat of doing more to him later made him feel... uncomfortable, at least. "Don't.. don't go there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 14:49:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Doggies should learn to obey their owners", she said with a smirk, before smacking her hand across Graeme's face, Sasha's eyes twinkling, "..but for now.. I won't, little Doggy", she grinned at him, "Now.. let me hear you bark doggy.. come on can you bark?", she asked with some amusement in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 15:00:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slap across his face made him gasp, little stars twinkling before him for a few seconds, as he recovered. He looked at her, embarrassment written all over his face at her request. But, he didn't have much choice... Opening his mouth, he barked softly, doing his best imitation of the sound. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 15:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surely you can do better", she said, her finger slowly starting to push against the entrance to him, "..come on Doggy, bark loud now.. or you'll get something worse then the lash", she said before sinking her face against his chest, suckling his nipple and pushing her finger into his dry hole, whether he barked loud enough or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 15:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So, despite her saying just moments ago that she wouldn't touch his asshole, here she was, pushing her finger into it. The intruding digit felt so strange going in, so much bigger than it actually was. He barked again, louder than before, trying even harder. Hopefully she'd be satisfied with that, and would stop touching him in his virginal hole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 15:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling Sasha withdrew her fingers from him, cleaning it off before placing her hand on his chest again, "You did good Doggy, see with a little bit of motivation what can be achieved.. now.. stay here..", she said softly, before walking away, leaving Graeme standing in the room, she smiled as she returned, she was naked now as well. His wife, while the love of his life, probably had nothing on the seductress made flesh before him now.<br><br>She was flawless, like she had stepped out of some universal wet dream, though a very naughty and perverted one, "On your knees doggy", she said softly, leaving Graeme to struggle onto his knees himself. Smiling at him. The door though, was locked tight, if he were to have tried it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 15:40:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thankfully, she did remove her finger from his ass, leaving him panting softly and sighing in relief. He stood there, waiting for her to return - and when she did... Wow. He had to admit, she was a very beautiful woman, even better naked than clothed. Hotter than Lauren, even. Wait - did he just make that comparison? He shook his head. No, now was not the time to be thinking thoughts like that. He was doing this against his will, that was all. <br><br>Falling to his knees when she commanded him to - there was no other word for it - he looked up at her, trying to work out what it was she was going to do to him next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 17:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good Doggy", she said softly, rubbing his head, smiling at him, "I have a gift for you", she said, "or.. several actually", before sliding a collar around Graeme's neck, a leash attached to the end of it as she uncuffed one of his hands, keeping the collar tight on his neck as she placed both his hands before him then relocked him in. "Good.. now you can move around.. what can I make my Doggy do.. hmm", she walked around him, staring down at Graeme, smiling. "Oh.. I know...", she grinned, before tugging Graeme slowly leading him into her bedroom.<br><br>As he entered she motioned him onto the bed, waiting until he was well and truly placed before grabbing his cuff staring at him. Tying him with ropes, quick and agile, keeping Graeme stretched out as his ankles were soon spread as well, his body completely bare before her. "..I must say.. you have quite the body.. strong.. young", she squeezed his cock, jerking it softly, "..thick and bloated", she leaned in, "your wife probably doesn't fuck you much, I saw the way you looked at me.. your eyes glued to my ass.. your dick hard as iron. You wanted me to lose so that you could fuck me three ways from next sunday", she smiled and licked across Graeme's chest, "Isn't that right Doggy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 17:35:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A collar? And a leash? She really was serious about this whole Doggy thing. Just so long as she didn't force-feed him dog food, he supposed he could live it with. Until he found an opportunity to escape, that was. He let her uncuff his hands and re-cuff them in front of him - he didn't know where his clothes were, and there wasn't much point trying to escape until he did know. Falling onto all fours as she tugged on the leash, he crawled after her into the bedroom. That was so degrading, to make him crawl like that... but strangely, it was kinda hot. <br><br>He got up onto the bed when she motioned to it, and lay there on his back, looking at her. Suddenly, ropes appeared from nowhere, and he was tied up on the bed, his hands above his head and his ankles spread wide apart, leaving him completely vunerable to whatever she was going to do. He listened to her as she spoke - he couldn't really ignore her, after all. What she was saying was kinda true.. him and Lauren didn't really have sex a lot any more, for some reason that he couldn't fathom. But, that didn't mean he wanted to fuck someone else. "No, that's not right! I never had any intention of having sex with you!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 17:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A strange Doggy who speaks..", she said, staring at him, slightly turning her head as she smiled, "The first time I've ever heard a dog speak..", she smiled and released his member before walking to her dresser, "..I'm going to take a shower Doggy.. you stay here..", she said, before turning around, in her hand was something akin to a condom.. though more firmly, yet still bouncy it seemed as she placed it on top of his cock.<br><br>Slowly but surely slipping it down to him, rolling it down all the way to the base before locking to small rings around his balls to go with it. Staring at him Sasha simply smiled, "..be a good Doggy and you might get a treat", she winked before flicking the small control panel that came with it on. Graeme quickly felt it, the 'condom' started to contract and squeeze around him, almost better then any women's pussy ever could when she climaxed.. yet those ballrings kept him from his release.<br><br>Forced to watch Sasha bathing and singing the woman returned, smelling of Lavender and had her hair hanging across her shoulders as she stared at him, "How did you like it Doggy?", she asked, grabbing the controls, Graeme best watch what he said.. or he might be forced to wear it all night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 17:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme looked at the thing she was holding in her hand quizzically. He'd never seen anything like it before. Well, except for a condom, but it was pretty obvious that wasn't what it was. Watching as she rolled it down his cock, he groaned softly, her touch teasing him. He felt something tighten around his balls, not really hurting, just making them tighter. Then, she flipped a switch on a control panel of some sort - and the condom thing started to contract and squeeze his cock, making him gasp and moan in pleasure. She walked out of the room, but Graeme was a bit pre-occupied now, what with the thing that felt like a pussy on his cock.<br><br>No matter how much he wanted to cum, and however much the condom thing squeezed him, he just couldn't reach an orgasm. It was always just millimetres away from him. Obviously, whatever she'd put around his balls was stopping him from cumming. That was how Sasha found him, when she returned, moaning loudly and desperately in need of release. "Please! Let me cum!" he begged her, his eyes pleading with her. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were tied above his head, he'd have already taken the rings off himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared at him hard though, shaking her head, "Doggies don't speak!", she said, smiling as she slowly placed the condom thing onto an interval mode, it would go off for thirty minutes, before turning on again for a full hour, all through the night. She smiled as she walked towards him, "I'll see you tomorrow Doggy", she kissed his forehead sweetly, making sure though he didn't headbutt her before leaving. And tied a gag into his mouth, keeping him from screaming too loudly.<br><br>Taking position in her guest bedroom, she had been planning on fucking Graeme, but well, he just didn't want to listen. Slowly she awoke the next morning, groaning softly as she came too, only to hear no doubt Graeme's voice through his gag. She walked into his room, her body still as naked as before, smiling at him, "Good morning boy, how are you?", she asked, wanting to hear if he would moan like a dog.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning, when she came in to the bedroom, Graeme was in a bit of a state. Not only had he basically got no sleep all night, because of the damn thing on his cock starting up every half an hour or so, for an hour, but he'd been dribbling nearly the entire time because of the gag. The pillow his head was on was soaked, and his chin, neck and shoulders were coated with it. He looked up groggily at Sasha, and murmured through the gag. Not words, though. His best barking sound. He'd learnt his lesson, and now he wanted to cum so badly it hurt - and if he had to pretend to be a dog in order to cum, then, he'd pretend to be a dog.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled at him as she stroked his head, "Good Doggy", she said softly before turning the machine off completely now, not yet unhooking the ball grips from him, but she did pull the condom type contraption off him. She smiled as she moved her hair to the side, placing her mouth atop of his purple and blue swollen member, "Ooh.. someone has blue-balls", she winked at Graeme as she moved her lips down and took him into her mouth. Moaning as she suckled on him before twinking off both of the ball-graspers, allowing him his sweet.. sweet release as Sasha sucked him off, squeezing down into his balls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:25:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned as she turned off the machine. His shaft was so sensitive now that even the action of turning it off made him moan in pleasure. Finally, she took the machine off his cock, revealing just how long he'd wanted to cum for. And then, she took him into her mouth. Oh God... did the torture not stop? A loud moan escaped his mouth from around the gag, almost a scream. He felt his balls become looser suddenly, and realised that she'd taken off the rings. As she sucked his cock, going down onto it, he let out a proper scream of pleasure, as he was finally allowed to cum. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her mouth, giving her a good dose of his cum, the best orgasm of his life ripping through his body. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gagged with the first shot, it nearly threw her off him as he fired into her mouth, some leaking out of her nostrils as she gagged on him. Eyes rolling as she drained his balls, slowly coming off him after he finished, his cock was no doubt sore and feeling very very used now. She smiled as she licked what had leaked out from her face, "Did my Doggy like that?", she asked, before uncuffing his mouth and throwing the gag away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing heavily, still recovering from that orgasm, his cock feeling pretty damn sore, Graeme nodded in reply to her question. Opening and closing his mouth several times, to try and loosen it up a bit, after an entire night of having a gag in it, he was about to say something, when he remembered that he wasn't supposed to speak. Instead, he let out a woof, to show his appreciation, if not his gratitude. After all, that may have been the best orgasm of his life, but he was still here against his will..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she stared at him, her eyes twinkling, "Is my doggy hungry?", she asked him, crossing her arms beneath her full soft breasts, smiling as she sat down on his stomach, her smooth ass flattening against his well muscled stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not knowing what else to do - other than bark, and he didn't want to do that again, not if he could help it - Graeme nodded again. He was pretty hungry. Being awake all night, and having that machine on him, meant that his stomach was rumbling almost incessantly. Some cereal would be nice, or a slice of toast - a fry-up was probably out of the question, though, unfortunately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 18:59:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ropes were slowly undone and Graeme was walked into her main living room, instead of a nice cooked meal on plates and getting to eat at the table she dropped his food, a pair of cut up eggs, ham and toast, crumpled into a mess, into a dogbowl and placed it down, before tying him up high enough so his hands couldn't reach but he could still eat his food comfortably, as she sat down to watch TV, totally ignoring him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After an entire night tied in one position, Graeme's limbs were a bit stiff. Thankfully, he didn't have to stand up and walk - Sasha made him crawl again, pulling him by the leash around his neck. Just as he was looking forward to getting some food, she dumped his breakfast into a dogbowl, and tied his arms up above him, in such a way that he couldn't reach the bowl with his hands, but he could still eat by merely putting his face into the bowl. Sighing, he started to eat, not really caring about how he was being treated right now. It was pretty good food, even if it was a complete mess.<br><br>A few minutes later, he was finished, bits of egg and toast around his mouth. Looking up, he barked again to get her attention. Hopefully she'd let him go, now that she'd had her fun. A thought popped into his head - would Lauren be wondering where he was? He didn't return home last night... she'd probably be worrying. Or suspicious that he'd cheated on her. What was he going to tell her? If only Sasha would let him go..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shut up!", she stared at him, "Trying to watch TV", she said, looking angrily at him before turning away, "Go drink some water..", she said as she waved towards the water bowl, which he could just reach with his hands.. if he was careful and didn't tip it over, he'd better not.. Sasha wasn't happy with him disturbing her TV time it seemed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing, he reached for the water bowl with his hands, grabbing hold of it and lifting it to his lips, drinking. Taking a few big gulps, he put the bowl down again, then sat on the floor and waited for her to finish watching TV. There wasn't a lot else he could do, and if he tried to talk to her again, and disturbed her watching, then... who knew what she'd do..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:29:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha slowly relaxed as she watched TV before turning towards where Graeme was sitting on the floor, she smiled as she walked towards him, "Want to go for a walk?", she asked Graeme, staring at him, smiling as she allowed him to think, to wonder where exactly he would take her, after all.. she couldn't make him wear the leash in public, right, nor a bit.. people would stare right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So long as I can wear clothes...", he says, answering her question. Then, he realised that he'd spoken. Oh dear... maybe she wouldn't mind, this time. Maybe she'd just ignore it. However, he had a bad feeling that she wouldn't, and that something nasty was about to happen to him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's eyes twitched before smiling, "Sure.. you can wear clothes and even talk.. so long as you keep your mouth shut against any police officers", not that she was gonna run into any, she hoped, but still, "Now.. I'll get your clothes", she walked away into her 'fun' room it seemed as she came back with a leather trench-coat, too big for her, but good fit for Graeme, a pair of combat boots and.. a leather 'holster', it was cut in a way that it would crisscross his stomach and his back and cup his balls and cock rather tightly, it fitted nicely with the collar she had attached earlier that evening. "Like?", she asked, holding them up staring at him, if he talked again.. then she would discipline, the talk rule was outside.. not in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 19:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed in relief, as she went out to get his clothes. Finally, he'd get his clothes back - albeit that his shirt was cut, but he could live with that. Now he'd be able to think about escaping. But, when she came back with a trenchcoat, boots and a strange leather thing, he realised that he wasn't getting his actual clothes back. "Not really... Don't you have any normal clothes for me?" He said. Of course, she'd never specified that he still wasn't allowed to talk indoors, so he'd assumed it was alright now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 04:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way she dropped the clothes made it rather clear that Sasha's anger issues where showing again, she turned around to walk towards her front door, not saying another word before grabbing a rolled up newspaper, she wasn't gonna.. with a growl she smacked it against Graeme's stomach, "Doggies don't TALK!", she smacked him again and again, until he moaned like a dog for her to stop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 18:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched, suddenly a bit worried, as Sasha walked out of the kitchen. Waiting for her to come back, he wondered what he'd done. She had said it was alright to talk, hadn't she? Suddenly, she appeared again, with a rolled-up newspaper, and smacked his stomach with it. Yelping in pain as she continued to smack him, he realised that obviously talking was still off-limits. Whining like a dog, he tried to get her to stop. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 06:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's eyes narrowed but finally she did stop, before tossing the newspaper away. Graeme's arms were slowly released, the cuffs now finally taken off all the way, before she placed them on the kitchen counter, her eyes staring into his as she held up the clothing. She was pretty pissed off already, but.. making her even angrier, maybe not the greatest idea?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 17:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rubbing his wrists when she took his cuffs off, Graeme stood up slowly, his body still a bit sore. Taking the clothing off her, he slipped on the various items, feeling rather exposed before he put on the trench coat. The leather holster was a very tight fit around his groin - it squeezed his cock and balls even while he was standing still. Pulling the coat tightly around him, he whined softly, imitating the noise a dog makes when it wants to go for a walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 04:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled and nodded, before lashing him on again, the leash wasn't tied in a way that would allow Graeme to do much more then walk maybe a foot in front of Sasha and even then, she was a pretty strong woman. "Alright boy, lets go out", she said, before opening the front door and the door to sweet freedom. As they stepped out onto the street it looked fairly empty, "First.. were gonna get you some more clothes, some tailored for your body", she said, smiling at Graeme. Staring into his eyes before tugging his leash as she turned away, almost snapping her boots in the way she did.<br><br>The lovely little minx herself was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, a dark tanktop and a black jacket to cover it all up with. She walked relatively fast before the pair of them came to a rather smutty looking store, she opened it, "Friends with the owner", she said, before motioning for Graeme to go in. Quickly relocking the door, if he tried the phone as he was tied up near enough to it he'd see that there was no dial tone.<br><br>Sasha though walked through the store, staring at him, smiling as she took things off the rack and placed them out on the ground. She returned to him with an arm full of clothing, "Alright Doggy, go and change", she said, dropping the clothing, which was a mixture of all sorts of bondage outfits, some skin-tight, others, capable of being squeezed onto him after putting them on. Unlocking his leash she stood, waiting to see what Graeme would do. Pretty much all of them were leather and lace, all tight fitting to show of Graeme's body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 11:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme groaned inwardly, as she attached the leash to his collar. He'd hoped that she wouldn't do that, as they were going out in public and all, and that he'd have a chance to escape. But no, here he was, being led around like a dog. It was humiliating.. Thankfully, though, there didn't seem to be anyone around in the street they walked down. Just as well, really, he could have bumped into anyone who knew Lauren, and they could have told her that he was out with another woman, a leash around his neck. That would definitely have been bad. Well, added to the bad situation he was already in, that is. <br><br>Eventually they stopped outside a shop, and Sasha let herself in, pulling Graeme in behind her. Tying his leash to something, she went off and left him. Frowning slightly, he reached out to pick up the phone. Kinda silly of her, to make that mistake. No, wait, never mind. There was no dial-tone; obviously she'd known about that beforehand. Oh well... he'd keep looking for a way to escape.. When she came back with a load of - well, he guessed they were clothes but they didn't look much like any clothes he'd wear normally - clothes, and dumped them on the floor, he picked them up. He didn't really have much of a choice. Walking to the back of the shop, he looked for the changing rooms. After a little bit of a search, he couldn't find them, so - after making sure that he was out of the sight of Sasha - he dropped the trenchcoat and started putting on clothes, over the top of the leather holster thing. He chose the least embarrassing items first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 11:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha waited until he had tried the things on, dismissing the least embarrassing ones of course before settling on something nice, it was fairly much like what he had on, instead it was made of chain-links, running criss-cross around his body before coming down into a tight package holder. "We'll take that one as your second suit", she said before wrapping it up and leaving a twenty dollar bill on the counter. "Oh, we're gonna do some shopping for me too so lets go", she said, before leashing him up again and taking Graeme with her.<br><br>Now there were more people on the street, but nobody Graeme knew, he got a few choice looks but nobody really spoke to him. As they walked into a normal store, well it was a bit rundown, but had good enough clothes for Sasha apparently Graeme spotted a familiar face, Miss Lundon, the young woman who always brought him his supplies and stuff for work, she was shopping there as well. Whistling to herself softly as she was getting closer to him, meanwhile, Sasha was in a nearby dressing room, the leash leading into it as she had tied it up there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 11:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dragged out into the street again, Graeme kept his head down, trying to make it so that people couldn't see who he was. There were a lot more people around now, and any one of them could know him... They walked into a store, the building providing a bit more shelter from people's curious looks. Sasha chose out some clothes, and went into a dressing room, tying up his leash inside it, making him stand outside. Looking around the shop, trying his best to not attract attention, he noticed a woman walking towards him. Oh God - it was Sarah Lundon, his supplier. This was not good.. turning around, he knocked on the dressing room door. "Sasha? Please, can I come in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 11:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha opened it, staring at him, she was half-naked as she smiled, pulling him in, leaving the door open long enough for Sarah to get a really puzzled look on her face before shaking her head and returning to shopping. She smiled at Graeme, "Almost got busted..", she said as she locked the dressing room door, her hand slowly slipped his trenchcoat open as she licked her lips. "Hmm.. such a great body", she whispered, starting to kiss his chest, grinning at him. She.. she wasn't going to make him have sex with her here.. right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 11:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah! Yes! Saved! Sasha opened the door, and pulled him in, saving him from the awkward questions that would inevitably ensue if Sarah had come over here and seen him like this. Graeme sighed in relief, and was about to open his mouth to say thanks, when he felt her hand slip into the trenchcoat, and her lips brush against his chest. He blushed, and gulped. "Please, not here, we might get caught..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 12:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled at him, "That's all part of the excitement isn't it, and you.. will just have to keep these two shut", she said, placing her finger on his lips while her eyes twinkled with mischievous intent, shining brightly as she continued kissing, slowly working her way down until she was sitting in front of him, before slowly starting to lick and stroke his shaft and his balls. Staring at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, and groaned softly as she started to lick and stroke his shaft and balls. Almost instantly, his member grew to its full length, standing up erect. Keeping his lips firmly closed now - he really didn't want to make any noise - he reached down with his hands, and rested them on Sasha's shoulders. Then, he pushed her away, or tried to at least, to get her to stop. He wouldn't be able to get out of the dressing room until she untied his leash, but... he could at least try and put her off having sex with him there and then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:34:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, and groaned softly as she started to lick and stroke his shaft and balls. Almost instantly, his member grew to its full length, standing up erect. Keeping his lips firmly closed now - he really didn't want to make any noise - he reached down with his hands, and rested them on Sasha's shoulders. Then, he pushed her away, or tried to at least, to get her to stop. He wouldn't be able to get out of the dressing room until she untied his leash, but... he could at least try and put her off having sex with him there and then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 06:43:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(You posted twice ;))<br><br>Sasha's eyes narrowed at the feeling of him pushing her away, she came up, her eyes staring into his before she smacked Graeme across his face, "You don't want me?", she growled against his face as she turned into the angry vindictive bitch that she had been before, her hand wrapping around Graeme's cock, slowly starting to jerk him off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 12:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(( Oh, so I did xD Woops! ))<br><br>He gasped as she smacked his face, his cheek burning up already. Her hand wrapped around his cock, and started to pump it up and down, making Graeme grit his teeth and bite his lip in order to not moan loudly. "No, that's not it... Just, not here, please..." Although, maybe the added element of risk, from doing it in a public place, was... exciting...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 17:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smacked him again across his face, staring at his eyes, "I call the shots here", she hissed against his face, "But if you don't like a woman touching you. Then you'll damn well touch me!", she suddenly said, almost a matter of fact, Graeme saw that she was undressed well, at least partly, her chest was still clothed, but she only had panties on and no jeans. "Kneel", she barked at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 17:20:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme groaned slightly when she slapped his face again - she was doing that so much at the minute that he was almost starting to get used to it. Kneeling down on the floor of the dressing room, he looked up at her and whimpered slightly. Oh, she was angry, and so far when he'd got her angry, it wasn't good... he just hoped that she wouldn't do anything really bad to him. Or make him go outside without the trenchcoat on...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 17:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha slowly rolled her panties down her leg before placing them atop of Graeme's head, "Go on.. if you don't want to cum.. then your going have to make me do so", she said, smiling as she stared at him, that was almost as bad as throwing him out, without his trenchcoat on right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 18:18:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she rolled down her panties, Graeme blushed red again. Her groin was right at eye level for him, while he was kneeling, and in the small dressing room he was so close to her sex that he could see every little detail. He could even smell it - she had a surprisingly nice aroma. Maybe she put perfume on down there, although, he could imagine that stinging... Reaching up with a hand, he nervously touched her slit, then rubbed up and down on it slightly, getting some of her juices on his fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 05:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled softly as he started to stroke her, slowly wetting his fingers with her juices, she sighed softly. "I take it you never do this for your wife.. use your tongue.. your fingers", she said, before grabbing Graeme's head, slowly starting to move his lips up and against her soft pussy. "Eat me out.. otherwise we'll be here all afternoon"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 15:40:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme gasped as she grabbed his head and pulled him into her. His lips pressed against her pussy, his nose rubbing against her clit. As she moved his head up and down her slit, Graeme opened his lips slightly and let his tongue come out, darting over her flesh, tasting, exploring. She actually did taste quite nice... he briefly wondered what Lauren tasted like. His hands moved behind her, to hold onto her ass, pushing her harder against his face as he licked her up and down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 15:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha moaned softly, not loud enough to be heard outside, but definitely enough to give Graeme some pause as he ate her out. Her hands wrapped tightly against his skin as she held onto his hand, hands on her soft smooth asscheeks as she stared down. "Such a dirty man you are.. eating my pussy out.. my juices in your mouth.. while you probably won't even finger your wife's", she whispered down at him, before gasping hard at a rather good touch he made.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 16:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she moaned, Graeme's heart skipped a beat, afraid that she'd moaned really loudly, loud enough to be heard outside. But, thankfully, he realised that she'd not moaned as loudly as he thought, and it was probably that nobody heard... Her words made him blush again, and shift uncomfortably on the floor. It wasn't like he had a choice at the minute. At least, that's what he kept telling himself... Continuing to lick her, he licked up to her clit, then sucked on it softly, taking it into his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 18:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A deep rocking in her loins now as she went onto her tiptoes, her body rising as she bit her lip to muffle her orgasmic cry as he nibbled and suckled her clit, eyes rolling as she came, hard, spraying his face, it seemed.. little Sasha was a squirter and she covered his face in her orgasmic juices before trembling her legs as she leaned back. "Now.. get up..", she said, breathing harder then she had been just before, her eyes staring at him. "Enjoy that taste..?", she asked softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:40:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme kept doing what he was doing, sucking on her clit, licking her up and down, until finally - what seemed like an eternity later - Sasha came. Her juices sprayed out across his face, covering him, most going in his mouth but the rest going just about everywhere. Gagging slightly, in surprise, Graeme swallowed nearly all of the liquid that went in his mouth, a small amount dribbling out of his mouth. He stood up on her command, wanting to rub his face with the sleeve of the coat, to get all of her juices off him, but she hadn't said he could - and he really did not want to anger her any more. "Yeah... it was quite nice..." He said, grudgingly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 19:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled as she licked her own juices off Graeme's face, slowly but surely cleaning him off, well leaving his face covered in saliva but, you know. Her eyes twinkled dangerously though as she reached between Graeme's legs, "I must say.. for you to still be hard. You must like eating a dangerous woman's pussy out. Your old lady must not be a wild cat in the sack..", she grinned, "or maybe your the boring one", she said, staring at him her hand firm around his cock, jerking him off again. "Would you like to fuck me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 21:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme stood still as she licked his face, cleaning him of her juices. Doing that... it was kinda disgusting, but at the same time, strangely arousing. What she said, as well... it was true, he did normally stick to vanilla sex. Lauren always wanted to try out other things, but Graeme always said no. All the things she wanted to do, they all sounded kinda dangerous to him. Maybe next time, he'd say yes. After all, the things Lauren wanted to do, Sasha was doing them and more to him. "Yes... I would like to fuck you..." he said in reply to her question, groaning softly and biting his lip as she started to jerk him off again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 05:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled and shook her head, "Oh.. I think you forgot to say something, Doggy", she said before smacking him across the face again, her hand still pumping his rod, thumb rubbing over the tip of it as she no doubt had him on the high end again, perhaps tomorrow when they went out she'd force him to wear her mechanical stroke contractions..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 17:20:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme whimpered softly when she slapped his face again, his cheek burning. There was gonna be a hand-print there, he was sure... "Sorry, mistress.." he whispered, managing to get the words out between pants. So far, he was managing to keep himself from moaning, but he could feel an orgasm nearing, and he wasn't sure he could hold back any more sounds when he did finally cum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 05:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha simply smiled as she stroked him more firmly before slowly fingering something out of her pants, which were hanging nearby, with a quick lock Graeme would quickly see what she had done, another ring, locked firmly around the base of his cock, the woman simply grinned as she pressed herself into the corner. "Come on my slave.. fuck your mistress, slam your dirty cock into me..", she whispered, spreading her lips. Smirking at Graeme.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 16:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling something click around his cock, squeezing it a bit, Graeme looked down - and groaned in annoyance. It was another one of those ring things. Obviously she'd planned this out, knowing pretty much exactly what would happen, what he would do. And now, she was gonna torture him, stop from him cumming until... well, he didn't know when she'd finally let him have an orgasm. Looking at her, as she backed into the corner, he followed her, then pressed himself against her, the head of his cock slowly entering her pussy, followed by his shaft, all the way in. Graeme groaned softly in pleasure, her tight warmth squeezing him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 17:16:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What would your wife think..", she whispered softly as she pressed her lips against Graeme's cheek, kissing him there before slipping to his neck, "your filthy fat cock inside of another woman", she moaned against his neck, still soft, still not able to be heard and yet sounding more then harsh. Her leg slowly wrapping around his, leaving her only balancing on one as he eagerly took her pussy. Squeezing his cock through her tight little center.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 23:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh god, his wife... What would Lauren think of him, after all this? He couldn't tell her, that was for sure. An excuse was what he needed, as to why he didn't come home last night. Ohhh... he could think that up later... Another soft groan escaped his lips as he thrust into Sasha's pussy, her muscles clenching tightly around him, pleasure flowing through his body. He could feel an orgasm approaching already - that wasn't good. It meant he'd be on that torturous edge for longer before she took off that ring and let him cum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 06:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha simply kissed his neck again, she could feel his pulsing erection deep within her, the need in his thrusts as he sought to plunge deeper into her silky smooth depths. "Well well.. seems like someone loves fucking other people more then his wife, your a dirty slut.. doing this to your wife", she said, smirking as she dragged her tongue across his neck, before coming to his lips and kissing him fully on there now as she started to squeeze him closer, she was still sensitive and her soft wetness was starting to clench up more then it should have if she were to have simply been screwing with his mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 12:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme returned the kiss passionately, moaning into her mouth - which thankfully muffled the sound. Her pussy was squeezing him, clenching tightly. She must be getting close to an orgasm as well, Graeme thought. Groaning in pleasure, he kept thrusting deep into her, ignoring her words. Hopefully she'd let him cum once she'd had her own orgasm, that was his thinking. God, he really needed release... And anyway, even if she didn't take the ring off him, it wasn't like his hands were tied again, he could just take it off himself..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 12:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's squeal went in deep into Graeme's mouth as she collapsed around him, a subtle shift of her hip though had her eyes suddenly going wide as she realized what she'd just done, her motion had unlocked the ring just enough and together with her orgasming pussy strangling his cock for it's hot molten load.. she'd probably be getting seeded. Part of her.. the dirty part liked the fact that the seed that was shooting inside her soon enough would belong to a married man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 15:02:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her orgasm, the muscles in her pussy spasming around his cock, kneading it for everything he was worth. Suddenly, he felt the pressure around his shaft loosen, as she collapsed onto him. The ring had come loose! Groaning in pleasure, he thrust a couple more times into her, then bit his lip hard as he came, trying to reduce what would be a cry of pleasure to a mere moan. His seed filled her inside as he held himself in place. Ah, release, it felt so good... must have been a stroke of luck, that she accidentally unlocked it for him. Who knew when she would have done it otherwise. Sighing in contentment, he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 18:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thinking fast Sasha was now in a rather compromising position as she could feel the hotness of Graeme's seed burn deep within her, small droplets forming on his length which was just slightly out of her. Arms around his shoulders she breathed deeply, staring at him, "You.. just impregnated another woman.. such a naughty hubbie you are", she whispered, before kissing him. "Dirty dirty man.. I just bet that was your goal all along to knock me up.. wasn't it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 10:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme groaned when he realised what just happened, helped of course by Sasha whispering in his ear. "Oh god... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you're on the pill, right?" He asked hopefully. A girl like her probably was on the pill, but then again, she did like to surprise him with the worst possible situation. It wasn't really his fault, though, she was forcing him to fuck her, and without a condom, it was a likely outcome even with that ring thing around his cock. Graeme wondered whether Lauren would see it that way, if he told her..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 12:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's hand once more smacked his cheek, "I should have been on the pill, you little shit.. you shouldn't have climaxed inside me and when was it alright to stop calling me mistress", she hissed into his face, her hand suddenly smacking his cheek again. "You better believe Doggy that you'll be supporting me if I get pregnant from your filthy seed"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 20:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she slapped him, twice, Graeme whimpered softly and nodded. "Yes, mistress, I will, I promise..." God he hoped she didn't get pregnant, that would be very, very bad. Even worse than this whole situation combined. Biting his lip, he slid out of her, and stepped away from her, his legs shaking slightly. "Can... can we go somewhere else now, mistress? I'm sure people will be starting to get a bit suspicious now.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 06:17:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha stared at him for a moment longer, keeping her angered gaze on him before she finally nodded and redressed herself as well, leaving the clothes she'd been trying on inside of the small cubicle and opening the door, it seemed they had been quiet enough since nobody had heard anything from either of them. Smiling at Graeme she grabbed his hand, leading him away from the store, still dressed in his clothing. More then likely he had tucked himself back in, otherwise it would be mighty cold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 15:11:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tucking himself back in, and wrapping the trenchcoat tightly around him, Graeme let Sasha pull him out of the changing room and through the store, back outside. He shivered slightly - it was a bit nippy. Just as well he had his coat on. "Where are we going now, uh, mistress?" He asked quietly, just loud enough for her to hear but not really anyone else, unless they were listening in very closely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 15:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..", she pondered for a moment before turning to Graeme, "Where would you like to go Doggy?", she asked, once again holding onto Graeme's leash as she smiled at him, honestly waiting for his answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 17:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme thought for a minute, about where he'd like to go, before finally reaching a decision. "I'd like to go home, now. My wife, she's probably wondering what's happened to me." Then, he remembers that he's not exactly in the best state to go back to his house currently. "Um, first though, could we go back to your house, so I can get my clothes back?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 18:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha couldn't very well smack him out here on the street, that would attract attention, she just pulled him close. "Your still mine.. Doggy", she said, staring him straight in the eyes, "What.. you think one day is all I needed with you. I'll tell you a surprise..", she pressed herself up tightly against him, her hand between their bodies, resting on his groin, "I was hired.. by your wife, to break your sorry ass.. and I'm gonna"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 18:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again, as she pressed up against him, her hand on his groin. She wasn't exerting any pressure on it, but still - he was pretty sore down there by now. Suddenly, when she said that, he looked at her in surprise and disbelief. "No, Lauren wouldn't do that! Why would she? Hiring someone to make her husband cheat on her? No, I can't believe that!" Sadly though, some things were starting to click together in his mind already. He wasn't stupid, Graeme, that much was certain. It was just that, his heart couldn't accept that to be the truth, even if his head was assembling evidence for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 19:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha simply smiled as she stared into Graeme's eyes, "Not to cheat on her.. to make you more open to what she wanted. You might be a man.. but you don't own your house. Your wife.. Lauren does. But I can't bring you yet.. you aren't finished. Only when you finally relent and accept women as the stronger sex", she licked her lips, "then.. you can go home"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 19:16:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hmm. Well, that did sound a bit more like Lauren. She was a feminist at heart, he always thought. Although, he never suspected that she would take it in this direction... "Ok, in that case, I accept women as the stronger sex.. mistress." He said, a slight smile on his face. If that was all it would take to end this, then, saying it was easy enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 19:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha chuckled, "I'm not fooled by something like that, anyone can say it, but truly meaning what your saying", she stared him in the eyes, "but if you do, then prove it to be, beg me now to use you. That your my slave, say it loud enough for all of these people to know", she whispered against his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 19:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graeme looked around him, at the crowd - there were rather a large number of people... Looking back at Sasha, he was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head. "I can't.." He said softly, looking down at the ground. "If I do, they'll all know what I am.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 06:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha simply smiled at him, then grabbed his hair and planted a deep kiss on Graeme's lips, before breaking it, licking the bottom of his lip as she drew away. "Then you aren't ready yet Graeme..", she whispered softly before turning around and tugging on the leash, "we're gonna go home", she said softly before tugging him along. He would have to act fast now.. or he would be stuck with Sasha for another full day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 13:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped in surprise, as she planted a kiss on his lips, a nice deep kiss. But, just as he was about to start kissing her back - not really caring about the people around him at this point - she broke the kiss and tugged on his leash, pulling him after her. Now would be a perfect opportunity to escape, just turn and run quickly, grab the leash out of her grasp. But... a part of him kinda wanted to go with her. To let her keep using him. And besides, if what she said was true, if he did get home then Lauren would probably just call Sasha and tell her to come and collect him again, all pretense going down the drain. So, he followed behind her, careful not to get so far behind that she had to tug on his leash and make him stumble slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 15:38:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When they returned to the house she smiled, instead of treating him like a human she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, when he knelt down before her she'd take the leash, the coat and the 'suit' off leaving only the dog collar on and him naked as a jaybird again. Soon enough Sasha's only clothes on were her smooth silky panties, smiling at Graeme she'd sit down on the couch before patting the couch. "Come on Doggy"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 15:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At her house, Graeme was ordered to kneel down in front of her, like a dog told to sit by its master. Grimacing slightly, he did as she said, kneeling on the floor in front of her. Staying still as she took off his clothes, leaving him naked again, he watched as she undressed as well. So... Lauren hired her to do this to him, huh? Well, she couldn't have hired a more attractive woman, he had to admit. When she patted the couch, he got up off his knees and walked over to her, sitting down on the couch beside her, lying back in it, hands carefully positioned over his crotch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 16:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled at Graeme as he sat down besides her, "Doesn't my Dog want to cuddle?", she asked softly, before starting to scratch him against his neck, slowly running her fingers down his belly before tugging away his hands. As she gazed at his crotch she only smiled, tenderly wrapping her fingers around his cock, starting to jerk him off ever so slowly, "Your such a naughty doggy aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 17:55:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He opened his mouth to say something, then remembered that they were back in the house now. Her being so kind as to allow him to talk no longer applied. Instead, he whined quietly, as her fingers scratched at his neck, and ran down his belly. She tugged his hands away from his crotch, and with a small sigh he let them fall to his sides, resting them on the couch. Now there was nothing between her prying hands and his cock, it wouldn't take long for her to start doing something to him, he thought. And he was right. Closing his eyes, he whimpered softly as she stroked his cock, slowly, almost teasingly. Nodding his head in reply to her question, he shifted a little on the sofa, trying to get more comfortable. If this was going to be like other times, who knew what exactly would happen - he might as well be comfortable for it..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 06:30:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha slowly allowed him to lay down, finally resting with Graeme laying on her legs with his back, she ran her fingers slowly across his chest, staring into his eyes as she licked her lips tenderly, softly as her hand slowly pumped up and down, her fingers finally coming to his nipples, tweaking and twisting them a little as she stared at Graeme. "Does my doggy like?", she whispered as she started to twist her hand around his shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 17:09:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lying down on her lap, swinging his feet around so that they rested on the arm of the couch, and he was lounging out across her lap and the whole couch, Graeme let out a soft moan as she continued to stroke him and twist her hand around his shaft. The things she could do with just the one hand... He kinda wanted to see what else she could do. Nodding a little, he barked his appreciation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 07:15:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha smiled at him as he barked, "Good.. go to my bedroom doggy.. get yourself ready, there's a bottle of oil there.. rub your skin with it, but before you do. Remove the bedcovers from my bed, coat yourself then get on", she said softly before releasing his cock, staring hungrily at Graeme's body before she saw him leave, slowly walking to another room when she appeared, Sasha was dressed in a pair of tight leather boots, ending just beneath her knee and she was wielding both the 'condom' device and.. something that looked faintly like a vibrator or a dildo. "Present yourself.. hands and knees.. Doggy"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 13:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whimpering softly when she stopped stroking him, Graeme rolled off her lap and off the couch, standing up straight and quickly walking into the bedroom. Once in the room, he looked around, trying to find the bottle of oil. Surprisingly, it wasn't obvious to him. Eventually he found it, and unscrewed the cap, pouring a little into his hand - then remembered he had to strip the bed first. Swearing colourfully under his breath, Graeme tried to pour what oil he'd had in his hand back into the bottle, only succeeding in getting a load of it on the carpet, and wiped the rest on his thigh, leaving a smear there and not really getting rid of it from his hand. Quickly, he removed the bedclothes from the mattress, then grabbed the oil bottle again and started lathering it all over him. <br><br>Unfortunately, he didn't manage to finish in time, and had to jump onto the bed when Sasha walked in with only half of his body covered in oil. Getting onto his hands and knees, he looked up at her, hoping she wouldn't see that he'd only managed to do half of his body, and that he'd split a little on the floor. He whimpered softly when he saw the condom device in her hand, and something that looked similar to a dildo. This looked bad before it had even begun...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 06:03:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha actually slipped on the bit of oil on her floor, she smiled, "I was going to give you a choice between these.. but it seems, you don't listen well..", she said softly, before placing the vibrator onto the bed, the pointed edge towards Graeme as she quickly forced the condom apparatus on, though.. this night she didn't attach any of the ball-clamps to him, and the tip was slightly stretched, just enough for him to 'fire off' as you could say, smirking at Graeme, Sasha pulled a harness type thing from a nearby closet.<br><br>Her fingers deftly making it in place, the vibrator tip sliding in effortlessly before locking in place, "..It seems my Doggy.. I'm going to have to punish you..", she whispered softly, flicking the condom apparatus on as she crawled up behind him, "Keep that open..", she whispered softly as she leaned in, the vibrator she had lubed up herself, when he wasn't looking and she slowly started to push against his anal bud.. the tip not yet vibrating.. but it soon would be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 15:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The condom thing slid onto his cock with ease, the shaft still hard from her earlier fondling, and the fact that he was beginning to enjoy his current situation - not that he would admit that to her, of course. Not willingly, anyway. He bit his lip and squirmed on the bed, the contraption already squeezing his cock even if it wasn't turned on. Watching as Sasha put on a harness and clicked the vibrator into it, he realised what she was going to do. Whimpering as she turned on the condom machine and climbed behind him, he let out a groan of both pleasure and pain as she started to push into his ass. "No... please, not there..." He said, his breathing getting faster as the machine squeezed him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 05:41:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sasha's fingers ran through Graeme's hair before grabbing a tight hold on what hair she could, "..I own you Doggy..", she hissed into his ear before pushing in deeper, the vibrator drilling it's way down, then.. the humming started, slowly but surely as Sasha withdrew her hips and drove them down again, the vibrator's hums, the vibrating spots, started to work it's magic inside Graeme, all the while the condom apparatus kept working him over as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Betting for dummies [v2] [Whitey + Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 12:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His head was pulled backwards as she grabbed onto his hair, making him gasp, an involuntary groan coming from between his lips. "Yes... Mistress..." The reply was barely audible, as he whispered it, quietly acknowledging that fact for the first time. Then, the vibrator pushed deeper inside him, and Graeme groaned loudly in pain as his hole was stretched and used mercilessly. But, as the vibrations started, the groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. Never before had he experienced this, and never had he thought that it would feel so... good. Especially with the apparatus on his shaft squeezing him tightly. He could feel an orgasm starting to build up already, and it had only just started!
			</dd>
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