how i give my friend a blowjob - Sex Stories

how i give my friend a blowjob

HERE IS A PICTURE OF MY WHEN I SUCK MY FRIEND AND GET FUCKED:http://dlmyfile.com/7sEU Author’s Note: This story addresses a couple of fetishes. It already has mind control, induced by subliminals and other forms of conditioning. However, it touches upon some other very specific fetishes, namely exhibitionistic dancing to heavy, insistent drum music tracks, nudity, open masturbation in front of strangers, the use of gas and drugs, knockout gas, anonymous people wearing gas masks and the smoking fetish. The characters do not go down the BDSM road. Mind control, in my stories, is more like a slow but steady corruption and subversion of purpose, leading to people losing their inhibitions and letting their sexual side come out to the full. If you can’t tell the difference between the real world, fiction and fantasy by now, stop reading any further. I’m not going to be held responsible for you being an idiot and thinking that this is an account of something that can happen in the real world. This is not some sort of manifesto telling you how to do something stupid. It’s just a work of porn. Nothing more. It was to be, for Julia Markham, a most interesting day. Boredom was the bane of Julia’s life. She had a boring home, a boring boyfriend, a boring job. Even her holidays were boring, with the same boring people in the same boring resorts. Every year they would plan a different resort: each year, they’d find that the same boring people had booked the same bloody boring resort as ...

... they, almost as if they were following Julia and Brian around. Today, however, was different. Julia got up at the same time she usually did, began to get dressed, and looked out the window, in mounting dismay. Out in the suburban street, one of the neighbourhood trees had been knocked down or somehow fallen over, blocking the entire road. Worse – it had fallen squarely on her car. There was no way Julia was going to be able to get to work. The landline was also down, as was her broadband connection, as the tree had sliced through the telephone cable. Her mobile phone was also unusable – try as she might, Julia could not get a signal on it. Frustrated, Julia called out to Brian; but there was no answer. Nor did Julia expect there to be one, since Brian usually got up half an hour before she did, to go to work. Julia sighed, went back upstairs and got herself prepared for work. She knew where there was a public callbox nearby: if the phones were working there, she had a chance of being able to call work, tell them she’d be late, then maybe call a taxi that would get her to the station. Finding a working telephone booth took longer than Julia realised. The fallen tree had caused more damage to the phone network than she’d thought, and the nearest phone booths, outside the Traveller’s Rest pub on the corner by the newsagent’s, were all dead; as was every phone in the shops. Only the mobiles were working, and fortunately Julia managed to get to a clear space long enough to pick up ...