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From: "Kenny Gamura" <turtlemeat69@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... part 15 continued {Gamera} (MF oral, MF exhib bond)
Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 17:10:03 -0400
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   .                         Disclaimer

This is piece of fiction.  Any imagined resemblance to
people living or deceased is either the result of dementia
on the reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a
character of this story.   It is assumed that readers of
this story have the permission of the state, mom, dad, and
pastor and are able to tell the difference between real and
make-believe.  Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that
he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well
thought out, humourous insults on his writing skill.  Note:
he already knows he cannot spell 'warth shet'.  Special
Thanks go to Pat for helping me stay motivated these last
few months.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole
property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded,
reposted, or profited from in anyway without express
written permission of the person hiding behind that pen
name. Reposting and free archiving will be tolerated given
the writer's name and address remains attached.  Archiving
by Deja.Com and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/Beggars_Can't_Be

Whoops! Hotmail. Size Limit!  Stoopid turtle!  Sorry!


                Beggars Can't Be... Part 15
                 A Cop and a Doughnut Shop
                        continued
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

Sherry moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "let's
go back to your car."

   We left the coffee (it tasted as bad as it smelled) and
went outside.  Again, I unlocked her door first and opened
it for her.  She reached in and pulled up the lock to the
back door.  She opened it.

   "Get in."

   Well, what else could I do, I got in pushing our things
to the floor.

   She followed and pushed me against the driver's side
door.  She took off her jacket and dropped it to the side.
Then, she pulled her knees onto the seat and knelt on it.
Leaning against her elbows, she reached to my fly and with
a minimum of fuss undid my pants.

   My penis entered her mouth.  Using on hand to hold me
and balance on as her tongue rubbed along my growing
erection, she moved the other down to her jeans to release
the buttons of fly.

   She released my penis and stood up on her knees.  Taking
my hand, she took it and placed it around the shaft.  She
guided it in a down/up motion.  I took the hint and began
to masturbate.  Seeing this, she winked and pulled her hand
away.

   She put her hands to either side of her jeans, and
pushed them from her butt and down her thighs, she wore no
underpants.  At her knees, she lifted one, slid the pant
leg under it, and then did the same with the other side.
Reaching behind herself, she pushed off each of her heavy,
black leather boots then the jeans.

   I pumped my dick slowly as I looked at Sherry, dressed
in nothing but a white-pocketed tee shirt and a pair of
white athletic socks, the kind with the coloured band at
the top.  Between them was unbroken tan skin, except for a
tuff of hair above her nether lips, shaped
like...well...shaped like a cop's shield badge.

   I will admit that I stared.  She reached up to my chin
and lifted my head.  When our eyes reached level with each
other's, she winked again.

   "What did you expect," she asked.  "A heart?"

   I laughed.

   She walked on knees closer to me.  She also pulled me
closer to her.  I squooched on my butt closer to her.  We
met in the middle.

   She reached down and pulled my pants and underwear down.
I lifted my butt to let her get them all the way down to my
ankles.  With this barrier out of the way, Sherry lifted
her right knee up and threw it over my lap to straddle me.
Her hand joined mine around my penis once again.

   Together, we held it steady as she sank over it.  The
walls of her vagina slowly enveloped my shaft. Too quickly,
she reached the junction of my penis and my body.  She
moved her mouth again to my ear.

   "This is from Jenny, Ken," she said with a soft moan,
"with all of her love."

   Sherry moved her hands on my shoulder and began to raise
and lower herself with her legs.  Her grip was strong, not
effective enough to hold me down, but still strong enough
to remind me to stay in place and let her do all of the
work.  I watched her face; her eyes were closed and
expression had a Buddha like thoughtfulness.

   I reached up to her tee shirt and pulled it over her
breasts.  They too were tanned, topped with brown nipples
that were already erect.  I lowered my mouth to them and
wrapped my lips around one.

   "Use your teeth."

   I did.

   "Harder."

   I bit harder.

   "Harder."

   I bit harder.

   "Too hard."

   I relaxed a little and swabbed the top of the offended
tip, with the point of my tongue.  She hummed.  There was a
knock at the window.  I looked out it.  There was a deputy
sheriff looking in at us.

   "What is it, Ken."

   I released her nipple to say, "a deputy sheriff."

   "Lower the window."

   As I turned the crack, Sherry reached over to her jeans.
She struggled with a pocket and keeping the rhythm of her
thrust against me, but pulled something out as the window
came open.  The deputy started to sputter something about
public displays of affection when she flipped it open and
showed him her badge.  He studied it for a moment as Sherry
began to twist herself over my body in a clockwise motion.

   "Jeez, couldn't you just get a hotel room, Officer
Micheals."

   "Mmmmm, good idea."  Sherry dropped her badge and
reached over to the deputy's hand and brought it to her
breast.  I shrugged and placed my mouth back to the one I
had been suckling.  "You know any good ones."

   Sherry began to pump again and at a slightly faster pace
as the deputy gave directions.  His hand mauled at her
breast as he spoke.  Just as he reached the end, so did I.
I ejaculated into Sherry with a groan.

   Sherry pushed my face away with one hand and the
deputy's mitt with the other.  She pulled her tee shirt
down to cover her breast and spun around to take a seat
next to me.  Reaching over to the door, she opened it and
stepped out of the car.  She closed the door on me.  In
nothing but her socks and shirt, she leaned over to the
deputy and kissed him on the cheek with whispered thanks.

   "Ken, give me your keys."

   Taking them from my pants pocket, I handed Sherry my
keys through the open window.  She unlocked the driver's
door and got in.  As she turned the ignition, the deputy
went to the door of the doughnut shop, shaking his head.
Sherry backed out of the gravel lot, and followed the
directions to the motel.  Once there, she turned to me in
the back.

   "Pull your pants up and get us a room.  I want to fuck
your brains out."

   The check in was easy.  In just moments, my credit card
was that much closer to maxed out, and I was walking back
to my car.  Sherry stepped out, pants in one hand, badge
holder in the other.  She followed as I went to the
appropriate door.  I opened it and gestured her inside.  I
entered hastily behind her.

   Dropping her burdens, she stripped off her shirt and
plopped on top of the bed.  She was taking off the socks,
as I went into the bathroom.  I used the toilet and then
washed myself in strategic areas with a washcloth.
Returning into the bedroom, I found Sherry lying on the
bed.

   She turned to me and held out her arms.

   "Take me, Ken."

   A pair of handcuffs held her hands.

   "Take them off, Sherry."  I crumpled to my knees.  "Take
them off, take them off."

   She was over to me in a second as I curled up into a
ball.  The cuffs dangled from one wrist.

   "They're trick cuffs, Ken."  She stroked my face.  "See
they're off."

   "Good boy don't hurt girls, Sherry," I mumbled, "good
boys don't hurt girls."



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