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Sex in front of the TV
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SHOW TIME
Almost every evening I watch "Hollywood Squares". It just fascinates me no end
to imagine myself up there in that box. Someone could be fondling my lower
half on national television and no one would know about it. Of course I would
have to control my facial expressions while in the throes, but that's what
makes my fantasy so challenging.
I imagine that I'm a contestant seated in the highest square to the far
left. There is a special cast that evening consisting of movie stars and ca-
reer women. Hey, it's my fantasy, I can do whatever I want. I pretend to be
seated next to my fantasy man, Avery Brooks, who plays the right-hand man on
"Spencer for Hire".
Of course we start with some innocent flirting and hand holding. I'm wear-
ing one of those leather getups from North Beach Leather, consisting of a pur-
ple bandeau top and a matching miniskirt. I try not to show my surprise when I
feel his hand on my thigh. I look at him from the corner of my eye, but I
don't stop him.
He gets bolder and soon I feel his hand slipping beneath my skirt and his
middle finger sliding into my wanton pussy. Loving his digital caress, and be-
ing the mature woman that I am, I return his caress with the warm pressure of
my hand on his bulging crotch.
We take a commercial break and he slips down in his seat and over to my
square. He is raining kisses on my legs as he kneels between my thighs. He
pulls me down to the floor and frees his penis from his pants. I reseat myself
while his hand crawls beneath my skirt, tugging my panties off, I is licking
my slippery pussy, holding my legs over his shoulders.
There he is, down on my moistly lubricated pussy, peeling the soft
hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs so that he can lick wetly down the en-
tire length of my pussy. He flicks the tip of his tongue hotly over my bead-
like clitoris, breathing in the pungent odor of my juices which are flowing
abundantly.
I slide down in my chair, bringing my sweet pussy closer to his tongue. He
slides it into my pulsing vagina, tongue-fucking me slowly at first, then fast-
er, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
I am literally on the edge of my seat and he presses the swollen head of
his dick into me. I spread me legs wider and my forehead presses into his
chest.
He grasps my swaying breasts while his flexed buttocks keep thrusting. He
arches his back, letting out a loud groan, and collapses onto my lap just as
the show returns to the air. I can feel his come ooze between my toes.
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