Marke wrote:Excellent story, Lindsey, but I think false. I'm surprsied the policeman didn't ask you to get out of your car atthe end ... now that would have been interesting.
I didn't do anything wrong. He really had no right to even ask for my registration papers. Get out of the car? I would've exercised my right to refuse to consent to a search without probable cause. ;)
Marke wrote:Excellent story, Lindsey, but I think false. I'm surprsied the policeman didn't ask you to get out of your car atthe end ... now that would have been interesting.
I didn't do anything wrong. He really had no right to even ask for my registration papers. Get out of the car? I would've exercised my right to refuse to consent to a search without probable cause. ;)
-L
Not to engage in law-wank (as opposed to the more appropriate variety of wanking for this site), but actually the police officer almost certainly had the statutory authority to ask for your license and registration (though this will vary from locality to locality). However, it's always a good move to specify that you're not consenting to a search, even if you believe it's justified; if the police officer has the appropriate evidence to justify a search, (s)he doesn't need consent, and if not, then consent moots the point. (But I'm not your lawyer and this isn't legal advice).
I think your story is true, but I suppose I'll have to wait to find out until I post another one... which is right now.
Did this just happen to me a few minutes ago or not? You decide...
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Fay and I were coming back from a class, and getting ready to head our separate ways from the commuter lot where we met up. Before I got out of her car, she remembered something. Pulling out her phone, she showed me some pictures she had taken recently. First was a lovely shot of her breasts, followed by several pictures of her pussy and ass filled with a vibrator in each. "I want to send you home frustrated," she said with a smile, and then began to stroke my cock through my pants. I begged for a kiss, but she wouldn't let me get close enough to her face.
Finally, she took her hand off my cock, grabbed the back of my head and kissed me, firmly. Then, she pushed me out of her car. "Don't you dare cum tonight..." and away she drove.
I was invited over to a girls house, where she was rather forward with me. After quite a bit of foreplay, she suggested we have a shower...
When we went into the bathroom and we'd removed our clothes, she forced my hands behind my back and cuffed them there. She turned on the shower, and while washing us both, managed to make me ride an edge for what seemed like an hour... and she didn't stop there! After the shower, she dragged me back to her room, where she tied my hands to her bedhead, and gagged me, and then procedded to put 2 condoms over my length, and give me a very teasing blowjob, before leaving me there for half an hour.. she made sure I could see a clock.
After that, she untied me and told me to put my clothes back on. We never had another sexual encounter.
Once upon a time, way way back in the early part of the century, there was another website with a teasing & denial forum sort of similar to this one. On it, a very nice woman who was curious about what it would be like to tease a bunch of guys decided to start a little game. The rules were pretty simple. Guys who decided to play her game would have to agree not to orgasm until she allowed it. Each day she would post some new instructions for the guys. Each day, each guy would have to follow the instructions and post a little update to the thread. Each day she would personally respond to each guy's update (even if it was just a very short response). Since she was just exploring the area herself, she agreed to keep the instructions very do-able and private. Her goal was to keep the game going for 30 days, if guys could hold out that long. There was no cost to play, other than the agreement to follow the rules and be honest. The only punishment for failure would be that you'd be out of the game.
As I recall, somewhere between 15 and 20 guys signed up. At the time, I had never been teased & denied for more than about a week. I didn't think there was any possible chance of making it for 30 whole days, but I figured I'd give it a shot, hold out as long as I could, and see if I could stretch my limits a bit. The instructions started off very mild. No touching your cock at all one day. Only nipple-teasing the next. Maybe some very very slow and gentle stroking the next day. No stroking, but spending some time surfing the web for sexy pictures the next day. The first few days were pretty easy - follow some instructions, post a quick update, get a quick response from this sexy woman who really seemed to be enjoying herself. Even though the instructions were simple and the interaction with her was pretty minimal, it was still very exciting to check the board every day and find out what the new instructions were. It's hard to explain how it feels to be waiting for someone to tell what your cock will be up to each day, knowing you're pretty much gonna do what she says!
After about a week, the number of guys left in the game had been reduced to less than 10. Not sure if the game wasn't as wild as they expected, they couldn't be bothered to post each day, or they just couldn't hold back. In any case, it worked for me. With each guy to quit, that left the sexy game-mistress with more time to respond personally to each of my updates. As the next week went on, I got to know her more and more and our exchanges became more intimate. Even though I was becoming increasing horny and eager to cum every day, I was also feeling a more personal connection to her.
Thankfully, after week 2 my state of arousal pretty much leveled off! By that time, there were only a couple other guys and I left. Before long, it was just me. I guess our interests just matched up really well... this was my first time being teased for so long, and it was her first time trying it out. It was a huge thrill for me to get her instructions and read her response every day, and she *really* seemed to be enjoying knowing that she had me wrapped around her finger, thinking about her all the time, and with a cock that *always* seemed to be hard and aching for relief. Once we passed the 3 week mark and I was the only one left in the game, I knew I had to holdout for the full 30 days. The last week or so took forever! Thankfully, work was kind of slow at that time, because my mind was on sex 24/7. Really, it was crazy. I think my cock was even starting to get used to the teasing... when I'd stroke it per her instructions, it was like it knew it wasn't gonna cum at the end. Finally, the big day arrived. She and I set up a time for a private chat session. We had a blast... she teased me relentlessly for over an hour. Well, it was pretty mild teasing, I suppose, but after a month without orgasms, it seemed incredibly intense. She would later confess that she made herself come harder and sooner than she'd planned... she'd intended to tease me for another couple hours! In any case, the orgasm that she finally allowed me was amazingly intense! (And, it was followed by 2 more later that night. It took awhile to blow out all that pent up need!)
So, that's my story (and I'm sticking to it). I'm not sure that I'll ever go that long without orgasm ever again, but it was quite an experience. The moral: Good things happen to those who participate in forums.
Lindsey, as for your stories (which I really enjoyed reading)... I'm guessing the first is fiction and the 2nd is true. I hope a cop wouldn't really leave a possibly drunk, possibly high, maybe underage girl handcuffed alone in a car with a possibly drunk, not-handcuffed guy for an extended period of time. Although it went rather well in your story, it could be a really bad idea.
I was standing there, naked save for a skimpy girly thong, balls sticking out the side, cock standing straight up. She kept walking around me, calling me all sorts of naughty things, asking me if I was a slut, a whore, smacking my ass as she demanded answers. I told her how much of a naughty slut I was, a whore, I begged her to cum, I begged her for cum, moaning.
When she told me she'd give me what I wanted, I almost lost it right there, she had kept me on edge for a week. I listened to her instructions and quickly went about them, lubing up my ass then shoving a plug in, replacing the thong. When I got back, she had my favorite cock attached to a chair...I just stared at it, quivering...I love it, eight inches long, two thick...
She said to have at it, this is what I wanted right? a big cock to suck. I twitched in my panties but was a little disappointed...but I still got to it, kneeling and sucking that cock for all I was worth. She egged me on, degrading me, calling me a sissy slut, wriggling the plug around in my ass...after a while, she pushed my head down on the cock and made me deepthroat it, choking me. She then pulled me off, told me to bend over the chair, my cock rubbing against the dildo. She spanked my ass good for ten minutes, making sure to hit the plug. She gathered up all my leakings and smeared it on the dildo, yanked out the plug, and told me to get on it, and take it fast.
What can I say...I did as asked, moaning like a slut as I shoved it all into me, quivering as I got balls deep. She told me to start fucking and don't stop until she got back. I was fucking myself hard when she got back, all the way out, all the way in. My cock was straining, leaking lots of precum. She grabbed my shoulders, pushed me all the way down, grabbed a cup, grabbed my cock and squeezed. I lost it, gushed into the cup, my orgasm feeling fantastic with the cock in me.
She said I was such a horny slut, told me to to down the cup of my milk, get off that cock, change into a new pair of panties (full butt, pink), and told me to go to work.
I'm sorry I'm a bad story teller ^^;;
also, for fun...am I being a good girl and wearing my panties...or am I being a naughty boy and not, knowing I'll get my slutty ass spanked later for it...
I suppose a 3rd story might be in order. Though people don't seem to be all that curious about the other 2 so far. It's been a week, so you can ask if they're real or not. ;)
I transferred to the school that I got my undergrad degree at after a year of core courses at a community college, so I moved onto campus as a sophomore. I was placed in a nice dorm that had a cafeteria on the bottom floor, an exercise room, and decent sized apartment-style living arrangements. The building had an odd layout though, as we had an end of hall apartment and 2 of the windows in it faced 2 windows from the apartment next door. One of these was my roomate's bedroom, and the other was the bathroom. Same setup for the other apartment. It's beyond me why they'd design it this way, but we'd always just remember to close the shades when we didn't want the guys from across the hall staring into our windows from across the 5 meter gap.
One night, i'm in the cafe eating a quick dinner before my night class that evening. I happen to notice i'm sitting at a table with my back directly to a few of the guys that live across the hall. I'm close enough to turn around and tap any of them on the shoulder, so I can definitely overhear their conversation, which goes something like this:
"There aren't any good looking freshman this year. It completely sucks"
"Yeah, but did you see that transfer chick across the hall...that bitch is smoking hot!"
"The brunette, with the short hair?"
"Yeah dude...i'd fuck her so deep she'd have a stomach ache!"
"I saw her in the window yesterday, putting her makeup on and shit. I'd wreck that chick."
"You were strokin' the chicken watchin' her, weren't you, you pervert"
"Haha...nah, but if I ever see her over there with a little more skin showing, I won't be able to help myself. That bitch deserves a hot load in her honor"
At that point, I had finished my dinner, and was calculating if I should A) Ignore the fact that I knew they were talking about me, B) Turn around, slap one of them, throw the rest of my soda on them and lay into them for being so crude, or C) Think up something to say that would leave them speechless. I'm an option C kind of girl. ;)
I got up, grabbed my tray...turned around, tucked my hair behind one ear, leaned over their table...smiled at them and said, "Next time I see her...i'll let her know she's not showing enough skin to deserve a hot load...*ahem*...in her honor". I stood up, and walked away...taking every ounce of self control I have in me to keep myself from turning around to see their reaction. ;)
I was talking to one of my roomates about the incident afterwards and she asked what I was going to do about it, making a suggestion that I should put a complaint in to the campus police, or at least the residential living office about them peeking through our window. I told her I had a better plan, but I needed her and our 2 other roommates to go along with it. I knew that this girl in particular would be a hard sell to the scheme. It took me 2 weeks of nagging...but I finally got her (and the 2 others) to let me invite the boys next door over for a themed party one night. The theme was underwear only. ;)
I knocked on their door and the one that was making the most crude comments about me a few weeks back answered. I think he was a little taken aback by me being there, and as I figured, he didn't say anything about our little incident in the cafe, just pretending like he didn't know who I was. Anyways...I told him that as a few of us were transfer students and didn't know a lot of people, we wanted to meet them and have some fun. I said, "why don't you guys come over to our place tomorrow night and we'll have a little get together?". He seemed devoid of any indication there were ulterior motives and jumped at the invite.
I said, "great...oh...and one more thing, we're putting a little theme to our get together. Underwear...so make sure you guys are only in your underwear".
"our underwear?"
"yeah...I figured it would liven things up a bit. Don't worry, we're following the theme too, of course" I threw him a little wink, and started backing away from the door back to my apartment..."soo, we'll see you guys tomorrow night?"
"uh...yeah, sure. I mean...yeah, we'll be there"
Perfect. ;) The next night rolled around and they wound up knocking on our door in the early evening with a few cases of beer and all 4 of them in their boxers. I had on a tasteful black lace demi-bra with a pair of high cut black cotton panties...white cotton socks, and I went a little out of my way by taking a ride to the pet store and getting a tiny little dog collar and wearing that around my neck. My roomates had similar outfits on, sans collar ;). I invited them in, and we went into the little dining area we had and sat around the table to have some drinks and talk.
After a while, things started to loosen up and we were just sitting around the table playing drinking games. I brought up the odd fact that a few of our windows directly faced one another. They laughed it off, as if they hadn't noticed it before. I pointed out which of my roomates had a bedroom with a window facing theirs. She was sitting next to me and I took the oppurtunity to finally have a little fun with them...
"It's a good thing you guys are gentlemen, but i'm not sure most guys would be able to resist taking a peek over to see if you might catch her undressing...I mean, look at her" ...I tilted my head to the side, put my face in front of hers, looked into her eyes, and said, "you're gorgeous"...
"her chest alone...god, I wish I had a chest like that", I took the fingertips of my first 2 fingers and started slightly brushing them on the underside of her bra, right at the top of her ribcage, below the underwire and the lacy fabric. "I mean...I bet they're so perky, that when she slips her bra off...they stay *exactly* where they are now"...sliding my hand up to her shoulder and slipping the strap off one side...it was suddenly apparent that the drinking game had stopped and everyone's attention was directed, *ahem* elsewhere....
"See how you can tell...THIS little area right here...see how the strap isn't holding her up anymore, but if you look at the side of her breast right here...oh my, those *are* nice. You guys must be such gentlemen to be able to sit here next to her and not think about sex, especially looking at her panties...go on Emily, show them!" She knew my little game, and acted reluctant, but stood up, and let me grab her hips and turn her around. "see how sexy these are...how the waistband just hugs her hips and around to the back like this above her butt?" I brushed my open hand around to the back of her, placing it on the fabric of her panties, then pulled my hand away from her butt and back down again...patting her butt lightly a few times. I stood up and got next to her. Our bodies facing one another..."god, you smell good too"...tilted my head, brushed my hair behind my ear...and leaned in, putting my face right where her neck and shoulder meet, as I put one hand on her shoulder, and the other one on her hip. "Is that Angel?...wait no...CK?" ...she shook her head and said, "no...try again" ..."hmmm, I can't tell...where else did you spritz it?...oh, wait a minute...*I* know where else you spritz it"...
I kneeled down in front of her, closed my eyes and put my face right at her navel, my mouth just about touching the waistband of her panties...I took a breath in and let out a little moan. "God, it smells alluring, but I still don't know what it is...I can smell your fabric softener though. Smells so clean, what is that?". I pressed my nose into her panties, with my hands wrapped around her and planted on her butt. slipped my thumbs under the waist band...pulled it out away from her skin slightly and said, "mmm, they smell so nice, I just want to tear them off you!". I let the waistband go and it made a little *snap* sound as the elastic snapped it back against her butt.
I got back up on my feet and said, "ok....who wants to go to the bar?" There was a local place that had live music on weekends and we had talked about heading down there earlier in the evening. Knowing what my plan was, all my roommates got up from the table immediately and agreed. I said, "come on guys...drinks are on us if you can get dressed and ready in the next 2 minutes"
None of them budged from their seats. "What's the matter? You don't want to go?"
One of them said, "uh...well, why don't we finish our beers here first, then we can go"
I grabbed a chair, slid it right up next to his and said, "ok...finish...i'm watching."
"now?"
"yes, now. ...Wait a minute. Are you hard right now? You don't want to stand up because you're hard, aren't you?"
"hard? no...of course not"
"really? so...let's see...stand up and finish your beer"
"I don't see why I need to stand up"
"Well...fine. You guys finish your beers *sitting down*, and when you're ready...we'll be at the bar". We quickly threw our clothes on and went out the door, telling them to lock it behind themselves when they left. They didn't know it...but I had already made plans to have my boyfriend, Emily's boyfriend, and a few of their friends meet us there. So when our little friends next door finally made it down, we were already at a table with no more room. One of them walked over to me...
"I thought you guys said to meet you down here...who are these dudes?"
"These guys? Oh...they offered to let us sit down at the table, it's kind of crowded in here. I didn't know you guys would take so long. Oh well...looks like there's a few stools free at the bar over there". ;)
They stayed for a while drinking. Emily and I made sure to make a disgusting public display with our boyfriends, and at one point in the night I made sure that they saw me drag him into the ladies room and lock the door behind us for a few minutes. They knocked on our apartment door the next day, and I had my boyfriend answer it, saying, "yeah...Lindsey is still sleeping. I think she wore herself out last night, and the other girls...yeah, they have their doors closed...i'm not sure they're decent right now, if you know what I mean". It took a few more days of letting them think they missed their chance...but they got the picture sooner or later. ;)
Lovely stories Lindsey, all three of them have put a smile on my face
I do think the third one is untrue though, i do believe you are absolutely capable of your acts in the story. But I'm not sure the two girlfriends would
Oh my, I'm glad you've decided to rejoin us Lindsey. It certainly hasnt been the same without you, and my erm...fun time hasnt been the same without your posts. I think that all three happen to be false, although I do absolutely wish that the third story had happened to me....
sense wrote:Lovely stories Lindsey, all three of them have put a smile on my face
I do think the third one is untrue though, i do believe you are absolutely capable of your acts in the story. But I'm not sure the two girlfriends would
Kiss
Aww...thank you. ;)
I guess I can comment on things at this point. The first story is 100% false, though I find it ironic how some people tried to reason their way to that conclusion. I have been handcuffed in the back of a police car with a teenage boy when i was younger. But it wasn't from a party being busted. ;)
The second story is 100% true.
I'm not giving any clues about the 3rd one just yet. ;)
fast2812 wrote:Oh my, I'm glad you've decided to rejoin us Lindsey. It certainly hasnt been the same without you, and my erm...fun time hasnt been the same without your posts. I think that all three happen to be false, although I do absolutely wish that the third story had happened to me....
I try to make my visits sporadic. No worries...but apologies i've been busy lately.
Marke wrote:Well, story number three ... sounds elaborate, but also has a ring of truth. So I'm going true!
So far I've go one right and one wrong. This is the tie breaker.
arekives wrote:Lindsey,
I agree that the third story is probably false - not because your not devious enough to pull it off, but I think it would be difficult to sell your roommates and your boyfriend's on the scheme.
The 3rd story is half and half. The first part is true, but only up until the incident I had with them in the dining hall. The rest is completely false...except for my roomate urging me to complain about them. I think she was more upset than I was about it. LOL
