If you think his time at Spurstalk was the "prime" of his troll career, you are sorely mistaken.Quote:
Originally Posted by Floyd Pacquiao
Cubby has been trolling any and all Suns sites since the beginning of the internet.
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If you think his time at Spurstalk was the "prime" of his troll career, you are sorely mistaken.Quote:
Originally Posted by Floyd Pacquiao
Cubby has been trolling any and all Suns sites since the beginning of the internet.
Jesus..is it really 0 & 44 now Cubby?
I honestly remember when you were screaming "0 & 32!!!'.
Yep. O & 44! I started at O & 26! Been at it for 18 years, da.Quote:
Originally Posted by da_suns_fan
I want to read another poem to kori
I think cully's best scthick was when he was puttin everyone to the tree of woe
......and just like that i'm already sick of cubby.
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Nuh uh, you made your shit sandwich. Now you must eat it.Quote:
Originally Posted by monosylab1k
This reminds me that I need to finish my story about Katie-girl fuckin' a black guy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
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Same story,,,Jennifer & William have ventured up north alone (Robert is in Chicago on business) and are staying at William's cabin.
How about if I give you a massage this morning. Would you like that, Jennifer?" He wanted me to roll over so he could see my butt and massage it, but, I didn't call him on it. He'd been so precious.
"Sure, that would feel really good, Billy. My muscles are a little tight this morning from sleeping on a different surface. Though this foam matt and sleeping bag were very comfortable. Would you get the hand lotion I left in bathroom, darling? That would work really well for the massage."
"Okay." He stood, but, hesitated then. He was waiting for me to roll over so he could watch me. I couldn't resist the urge to tease him some more.
"Well, go ahead, honey. It's right on the counter next to the sink. You can't miss it."
"Uh, aren't you going to turn over so I can start on your back? That's where I should start, right?" He was totally serious.
"I'll get myself situated and turned over while you're gone."
"Oh, uh, well okay. I'll be right back." He wasn't gone less than a minute. I hadn't moved.
"Here's the lotion. What's wrong, Jennifer?"
"I wanted to wait for you, Billy, so you could watch me turn over and get situated." I smiled up at him.
"You little cutie, you. You knew I wanted to see, didn't you?" I laughed heartily.
Billy immediately gave up the ghost. "Please let me massage your butt this morning, Jennifer. Please?" He was pleading, but, more so I would play along in his game, in his fantasy that he must have conjured a 100 times since we'd first met. I was learning about Billy each day and each discovery made me love him even more. He was simply magnificent.
I can't go thru all day in town watching you walk around seeing your butt unless I can have some satisfaction with it this morning before we leave."
"I could wear a dress, I brought along a nice one."
"It wouldn't matter, Jennifer. I know what's under there now. You could wear a trench coat and it wouldn't make any difference. I know, honey. I've seen it. Just let me massage it this morning and that will get me thru until tonight." He was playing. I think he was playing, but, his surface demeanor was all business.
I looked up at him with my kindest eyes and then simply rolled over gracefully and presented my behind. He whimpered loudly as I successfully suppressed my laughter.
"It's our time, Billy. Just yours and mine, darling." I wiggled it just a might and he responded by whimpering once again. I turned my head away from him, closed my eyes and waited.
He warmed the lotion between his hands before applying it across my back. His hands were trembling a bit, but, they were warm and gentle.
"Did you ever think about this, Billy. You know before we started."
"Yes." His voice but a whisper.
"Why don't you tell me about it while you massage me. Would you like to do that, Billy?"
"Yes, very much."
"Go ahead then, darling. I like it when you talk about you and I."
"Well, you were always very beautiful at work. I'd see you in your different dresses and I was always so impressed because they looked so Jennifer'ish." I smiled. He was so serious telling me his story.
"Your dresses are so feminine yet they're so proper and modest. I enjoyed that, and still do. You would never bend over at work. If need be you'd just bend your knees. And of course you never shake your bottom. You'd walk about in very dignified and demur manner. And you'd never wear a plunging neckline. Always buttoned up modestly. And you always wear a bra." His hands were like magic. And bless his heart he hadn't just went to my butt. He was striving to give me a fine massage. And that is exactly what he was succeeding at. Between his words and hands I was in total bliss. I should've known he'd be an accomplished masseur.
"It feels so very fine, Billy. Please tell me more. I love to hear you talk of us, honey."
"Oh, good, because I love to talk about that." I smiled to myself. He was so beautiful.
"I knew you were married and I didn't want you to be unhappy in your marriage. I enjoyed your bright happiness in the office and at our lunch each day. You never complained about Robert, so I knew you were happy. And you were so friendly to me. And that was enough for me, Jennifer. I didn't know what the future held, but, your friendship was enough for me to find my happiness."
He applied a line of lotion down the length of bottom crevice. I shivered in anticipation of his intent.
He rose then and moved around to my right side and knelt again. Instead of attending to my bottom though he instead started working on my feet. Our eyes met then as I was facing that way. His kind smile and soft blue eyes made me melt.
"I'm very turned on, Billy." I whispered.
"I know, baby. Just close your eyes, relax and let Master William take care of you."
"I love when Master William is here. He is so commanding and powerful."
"I will be here all morning until Billy returns and takes you into town this afternoon." My pussy began to quiver.
"Is Master William going to spank me?"
"Yes, I believe so, Jennifer. You'll do fine though."
"I love you, Master William." My most girlish tone.
"I love you too, Jennifer." His voice strong and vibrant.
I closed my eyes again. His ministrations upon my feet were astounding. His warm hands transferring his power to me. I once again felt the keen need to have him enter my body whole. He next moved to my calves, gently, but, firmly kneading my flesh in the most stimulating manner. I wanted to spread my legs, but, every time I tried he purposefully nudged them back together. I wanted to show Master my pussy, but, he refused to allow it. My knee and thigh areas were next and Master initiated gasps and whimpers from me as he worked these regions with a precision that had me breathless. He worked delicately between my closed thighs until I thought I would scream my need to spread them. Finally, much to me relief he spread them an appreciable distance.
"Ah, yes, Jennifer's pretty pussy is all wet. Who's semen is that leaking out of your pussy, Jennifer?"
"It belongs to Billy, Master."
"Do you love him as well, Jennifer?"
"Yes, very much. He's my boyfriend."
"Have you ever had anal intercourse, Jennifer?"
"No, Master." Oh, God, Billy was so good at this. I was going to have such a fine time this morning.
"Are you sure, Jennifer? You wouldn't lie about that would you, Jennifer?"
"No, I swear, Master."
"Why not, Jennifer? Why haven't you had anal intercourse? You have such a round bottom and your crevice is long and deep."
"Billy said it would hurt me, Master."
"I could do it this morning. Would you like that, Jennifer?"
"No Master. I couldn't disrespect Billy like that. I love him so." This was so great. I couldn't believe it.
"Well, why don't you ask him this afternoon on the drive into town and then let me know what he says in the morning. You do have an appointment with me early tomorrow morning, don't you, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master, I'm going to receive my first obedience training as your little doggy. I'm looking forward to it."
"As I am as well, Jennifer. Then it's decided, you'll speak to Billy this afternoon and request that I have anal intercourse with you tomorrow morning. Is that correct, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master, I will speak to Billy about it this afternoon. I promise."
"In the meantime your bottom must be attended to this morning. I have an alternate plan." He placed the flat of both hands upon my butt cheeks and worked the lotion in. He used a large circular motion with firm pressure and it felt unworldly.
"Are you married, Jennifer?" Believe it or not I was caught unawares and hesitated a moment before answering.
"Yes, Master, I am married."
"Does your husband know about your relationship with Billy?"
"Yes, Master, he does."
"And it's okay with him?"
"Yes, Master, it was his desire that I should have such a relationship."
"I see. Where is he, your husband I mean?"
"He's away on business, in Chicago. He's a lawyer."
"Do you love your husband, Jennifer?" I was taken aback by this question.
"Yes, Master, I love him very much."
"This desire that your husband has. What is it exactly?"
"He enjoys watching me make love with Billy." My voice just a whisper now.
"Does your husband and Billy get along together--outside the bedroom so to speak?"
"Yes, very much so, Master. They enjoy many of the same activities."
"Does that bother you, Jennifer?" I froze. 'Uh, oh.'
"Jennifer?" His voice at once stern and commanding. I'd have to answer. I'd have to confess.
"Sometimes, Master. I get jealous. But, I'm going to commit to a fresh attitude when my husband returns."
He stopped massaging my cheeks and traced my bottom crevice with the tip of his finger top to bottom and then returned and held steady.
"Oh, yes, Master." I shamelessly wiggled my butt.
"Your bottom is hot this morning, isn't it, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master."
"Jennifer, I want you to keep your head on the pillow and raise your bottom into the air. You may get on your knees, but, do not get on your elbows." I obeyed his commands.
"That's good. Now keep your face straight into the pillow-eyes closed."
His middle finger entered my rectum then, slowly and completely.
"Oh, yes, Master. That feels so good, Master." Master held it there, buried in my upturned butt, but, did not move it.
"Go ahead, Jennifer, you may start fucking my finger with your butt hole now. Start slowly and I will tell you when to quicken the pace."
I obeyed my Master. His finger was long and thick and shifting my hips upon it was quite pleasurable. I tried mightily not to increase the pace before permission was granted.
Back and forth I went. I so wished I had the mirror so I could watch myself and my Master. I wanted to extend my hand to relieve myself, but, I knew Master would not approve.
"Halt, Jennifer." I froze, making certain before I halted that Master's middle finger was deeply imbedded in my butt.
"This is for snooping in Billy's trunk." His voice was so calm I was frankly shocked at what transpired next. The spanking I received at that juncture was anything but calm. With his right hand Master applied a blistering to my bottom I would not soon forget. Each cheek was taken in turn with lightening precision. He paused as I started to move my head to confront him.
"Don't you dare move your head, Jennifer. You deserve this spanking for eavesdropping and snooping and you know it. Don't you, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master, but, Billy said I could eavesdrop and snoop if I wanted to." I'd begun to whimper, mostly for affect to increase Master's pleasure and my own.
"Only because you wouldn't take 'no' for answer. Now he's told me he thinks you're going to snoop up in the attic in the boxes and cartons he's given you. Is this true, Jennifer?"
"Uh, oh, Master."
"Indeed." There was a lilt in Master's tone. I loved him so. He was giving me tacit approval to snoop in the attic. And as soon as we returned from town this evening, I would do exactly that.
"You can resume fucking my finger, Jennifer. And you may go faster." He smacked me briskly once again upon my proud fanny. I obeyed Master, hoping to soon be able to spend upon our sleeping bag. I needed to be touched though. I tried in vane to cause enough friction upon my nest to instigate my orgasm.
"Please, Master, may I touch myself?"
"No. I have explicit instructions from your boyfriend to make you earn your release."
"Tell me how to earn it Master. I'll do anything you tell me to do."
"Promise that you'll suck Master to completion immediately after you've had your orgasm." He smacked my butt once.
"I promise, Master."
"Promise that you'll swallow Master's entire load after you've had your orgasm." He smacked my butt once.
"I promise, Master."
"Beg Master for another finger." He smacked my butt twice.
"Please, Master, I beg you to put another finger in my butt."
"Go faster, Jennifer!" He smacked my butt twice, then coupled his middle finger with his index.
"Oh, Master, please let me come." He squirted another dollop of lotion into my groove.
"No, not yet, Jennifer. There are a few more things you'll need to agree to before you can orgasm. I'll want you to phone your husband as soon as you're done swallowing Master's load and confess to him in detail that you've swallowed my load. Is that understood?"
"But, my husband does not know about you, Master. You said you would our secret, Master."
"Yes, I did, Jennifer. You are correct. Instead you'll use my pseudonym, which is?" He was querying me.
"Billy, Master?"
"Yes, that is correct, Jennifer." He smacked my butt once.
"Yes, Master. I will tell him about swallowing your load. I will refer to you as Billy, Master."
"You must tell him how much you love him and how much you love Billy. Is that clear, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master."
"Move that ass faster, Jennifer." He smacked my butt once. I increased the pace, his fingers doing crazy things each time I drove back to engulf them.
"Please, Master, now? Can I touch myself now, Master?" My butt was on fire from the spanking and my knees were trembling from the tension of my impending release.
"Soon, Jennifer. I'll grant you permission to touch yourself and end this. When your orgasm hits you're to spend it's entirety telling me how you love Billy. Is that understood, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master." He smacked my butt twice, extremely hard. The sound driving me onto his fingers like a madwoman.
"End it, Jennifer." I waited for another smack, but, it did not arrive. "Now!"
Instead of holding his fingers in place and allowing me to move on them Master met me half way, repeatedly jamming his digits deep into my fanny.
I reached thru my legs and grabbed it with my entire hand. I tried to speak after that, to obey my Master, but, it was impossible. The young girl maniacally screaming above me would not permit it.
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I know people will be chomping at the bit to call out culburn for spamming with his posting of excerpts from his latest story, but implore you not to. All we ever asked of the man is stop with the one liners and put forth more of an effort into his posting. I interpret these posts as a gesture of good will from him.
Welcome back, old man.
Hi, welcome to SpursTalk.com :toastQuote:
Originally Posted by DeadlyDynasty
fricking capitalist homo pigs...
Actually no, Kori asked him to stop posting his tee heerotica.
You guys have freed the Kraken. May what ever god you worship have mercy upon your souls
:lolQuote:
Originally Posted by DMC
My ass. Show me where.Quote:
Originally Posted by DMC
You went through and deleted all of your stuff at her behest, and you took a knee in submission thereafter, even fell on your sword as I recall.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
Was his belly draggin'?Quote:
Originally Posted by DMC
Like a dog returning to it's vomitQuote:
Originally Posted by jeebus
tee, heeQuote:
Originally Posted by DMC
You stupid ass, you. I deleted that because I had an attack of morning after regret.Quote:
Originally Posted by DMC
My oh my, what a nice surprise. Welcome back Culb, am I still on the list?Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
I believe it.Quote:
Originally Posted by DMC
No. I cleared the list. Act like somebody and it will stay that way.
Welcome back, old friend. I hope we see more of the old days and less of the recent.
I'm not buying any of this shit :lol...whomever troll this is you made a crucial mistake...Cully returns with no mention of Kool...it's not real...fatal flaw tbh :lol
:cry
The cuckold doesn't seem so annoying yet. Step your game up son.
I came back because it was requested by many, Bene. My first reaction to the demand for my return was to lash back, but, I reconsidered that quickly. Just because I was right didn't mean I had to extract my vengeance. The fellows missed me. That's obvious. I missed nary a day since D-Day, the 6th of the June. Been here every single day. I missed this Board and you fellows so much.
friendship...Quote:
Originally Posted by Koolaid_Man
Kevin!!!!!!!!! Sweetheart!!!!!!!!! Pumpkinpuss!!!!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Koolaid_Man
Well well well say it ain't so cubster.
^9 months this time, Shad. You fellows suffered long enough.
lame..no where close to Cully's style...you want to prove your descent...tell me the name of the female ST poster who sent me a private message saying she'd go on vacation with me as long as there was no sex involved. Can you answer that "Cully?"Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
You're such a fuckin' chimp. It's long been known Thread is Culburn's alt. And the writing style is unmistakably his.Quote:
Originally Posted by Koolaid_Man
Last June Thread sent me a PM and reveled himself as Cully the one and only.
If he gives me the name of that female then I will agree it's him...till then I'm a non-believerQuote:
Originally Posted by midnightpulp
This.Quote:
Originally Posted by da_suns_fan
God, where does the time go.
azcentral.com brought to its knees, forcing the *creation* of phxsuns.net.
Let us Proceed...
LMAO. Welcome back, Culburn Castleberry. You mudda fooker, you. Brings a tear to my eye to see his first post back is an interminable raunchy story. Classic.
Here's some more. The two (Jennifer & William) have returned up north and after a day of shopping in town they're returned to his cabin. In town they purchased a "Cube."Quote:
Originally Posted by Mori Chu
"Keep your eyes closed, Jennifer. I'm right here, baby." I heard him wrestling with his Cube. Tearing the wrapping away. I couldn't believe the orgasm I'd just undergone. It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced. I felt like I had blacked out, but, I couldn't be sure. My body was on fire. I'd been lit, but, not sated.
"Okay, baby, it's ready. I'll help you onto it. First though I'm going to slip a blindfold onto you."
"Billy, I need so much more. I don't know if you can help me tonight. I'm so lost. Please, Billy."
"I know, baby. It's all right. I'll make sure everything is taken care of. Just let me help you." He slipped something over my head and covered my eyes. It was totally black now.
"I'm right here, Jennifer. C'mon, baby, we're going to take care of you now." He picked me up from my prone position and set me down on the Cube. He was the strongest man I'd ever known.
"Now, onto your hands and knees, Jennifer." He quickly maneuvered me into the position he'd described. I was at his mercy. He'd taken me as I'd said he could.
"I'm going to restrain you now, Jennifer. I'm going to bond you to the Cube."
"No."
"Too late, Jennifer." I tried to resist, or, at least my mind tried. I failed.
"I'm going to remove the blindfold now."
"Oh---my---God." The sight that greeted me was astonishing. It was another person. That couldn't be me. My wrists and ankles were tethered tightly to the corners of the Cube.
"Keep your head down. Do not raise it. Do you understand me?" The voice of my Master. My only Master.
I saw him then. He'd donned his jeans again. Bare-chested, he looked magnificent.
"Do you understand me, Jennifer?" He firmly smacked my ass.
"Yes, Billy, I understand." He smacked my butt again. Harder.
"Yes, Master William."
He fell to one knee next to my left ankle.
"You waited so long, didn't you, baby?" I whispered to him so softly I wasn't sure he'd heard me.
"I never have to wait again, Jennifer." He'd heard me.
"No, baby. Ever again."
His blue eyes were sharp and so bright. His hands went to his belt buckle. I heard the distinctive and familiar sounds he'd made so many times by now. He stood, proud and tall, so beautiful. Instead of unbuttoning and unzipping though, he drew that black snake thru the loops. A slight whistle emanated as he drew it fast. I looked up, not breaking contact with the Cube's surface, obeying my Master by not raising my head. His eyes were hard now, blue turned black.
"Oh---my---God, Billy, no."
"Who---am---I?" He viciously slapped the side of The Cube with that black leather monster. The sound was hot, wicked and evil.
I answered him. "Master William. Please, Master, don't. No."
"You demanded that I take you, Jennifer. Did you not?"
"Yes, Bi,,,Yes, Master."
"You've changed your mind?"
I was silent. And I was scared. I knew Billy wouldn't hurt me. I knew that belt would hurt. And I knew my Master would be thorough. I'd wanted to be taken by Billy ever since we'd started. And yet honestly I had no common knowledge about what exactly that would entail. I wanted to be consumed by Billy, and I wanted him to spank me thoroughly and often. More often than he had been to this point. I was in love with Billy. But, my love for Master had not yet been confirmed. He scared me.
"That was not a rhetorical question, Jennifer. I'm waiting."
"I'm concerned, Master. I want Billy."
"Billy is not here now, Jennifer. It's just you and I, Jennifer. Master and slave."
Master had never referred to me as 'slave' before. I wanted to be Billy's slave. I wanted to be his cum slut. I knew what that meant. I'd read about such girls on the Internet, and I wanted to serve Billy that way, especially now that we'd fallen in love with one another.
I knew Billy was uncomfortable doing the things that Master was so comfortable and adept at. Instinctively I knew Billy couldn't do the things that I so desired to the degree that I would enjoy them and Master would eagerly administer. I didn't want to disappoint Master. And I honestly didn't want to disappoint myself. I wanted to be disciplined and dominated. I craved it. I needed it. Billy has seen that right off. And I wanted to be taken...tonight.
"Jennifer, I won't ask again. Last chance. If you don't answer me I will go and find Billy and he will stay the rest of the night with you." I searched Master's face for a clue as to what I should do. He'd put his Master mask on. He was no help. I turned my face from the mirror and closed my eyes.
"Take me, Master." The sound of my voice shocked even me. I'd meant to say 'Please Master, go find Billy.' But, obviously that is not what I'd spoken aloud.
"Turn your head and watch Master, Jennifer." I obeyed, though Master's voice was unkind unlike Billy's.
"Are you going to cry, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good." I felt the tears threaten. And with good reason, I'd prompted them.
"Should Master tell your husband?"
"No, Master, please don't."
"Master agrees and so it is written."
"Does your husband know you are here this weekend with another man?"
"Yes, Master, he does."
"And that is agreeable with your husband, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master."
"Does your husband like to watch, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master, he does."
"Now I understand. Do you love your husband, Jennifer?"
"Yes, I love him very much, Master."
"And you love this other man as well, this Billy?"
"Yes, Master, I've fallen deeply in love with Billy."
"Do you love Master, Jennifer?"
"I'm scared of you, Master."
"That is not what I asked." Master doubled his belt. It all happened so quickly. His activity was immediate and without hesitation. He swung his left hand back and hit me full across my bare upturned butt cheeks.
"Master!!!! No!!!!"
Master hit me flush again-this time a slight measure lower. The force causing me to lift barely from The Cube's surface.
"Silence, slave." I dared not disobey Him. My bottom was effectively lit on fire. My pussy too. The wetness extending down my thighs. I was in heat, my entire body aflame.
"Do you love Master, Jennifer?" His voice stern and unforgiving. I couldn't lie. I wanted to, to save myself, but, He would see thru such a falsehood. Instead I muddied the waters.
"I love Billy, Master." I squeezed my eyes shut then and braced for my punishment. I was not disappointed. Master hit me twice where he'd hit me before. My tears cascaded over the top and fell in sheets.
"I'm sorry, Master. I will grow to love you, Master. I promise. Please give me a chance to serve and to love you. Please, Master." I began to visually sob. I wanted Him to see. I wanted Him to stop. But, more than anything else, I wanted Him to hit me again.
"Fine, slave. Tuesday night, Master William will come to your home after you've returned from work with Billy. You're to send Billy away so that you and I may spend a few hours alone together. You'll be my little doggy and I will teach you to obey. Do you understand me, Jennifer?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"I'm going to release your hands now. When I signal you're to commence masturbating. As you masturbate I will apply the belt in a gentle, but, firm manner. After you've achieved orgasm, you're to close your eyes. When they're closed I will leave and Billy will return. Is this understood, slave?"
"Yes, Master." He swiftly released my wrists. I was wise enough to await his signal. He applied his belt as promised. The strikes were gentle, yet very firm. His face was still impassive though. I wanted Master to see me, but, he was oblivious now. I thought the signal would never arrive. All it would take was 15 seconds and I'd spend in total rapture. I'd not stopped crying. The tears coming easily now. My bottom was hot and in this position felt enormous. I shook it a little. I wanted to back-sass, Master.
The force of His strikes increased at once. "Easy, Jennifer. I can postpone the signal indefinitely. Even direct Billy to cancel it altogether. I have that power."
"I'm sorry, Master." My Master missed nary a thing.
"You're forgiven." He sounded so high and mighty as He returned to the firm application of His vocation. Come Tuesday night I'd give Master a run for His money. I'd had my shots. And I knew for a fact "Master" had His as well. I'd seen His records. Had them at the house in our file cabinet. 'Ha, Master!' I'd show Him how an untrained little doggy could nip and bite if provoked. And this little doggy had been provoked. I had half a mind to twitch my tail and growl, but, I instantly resisted the urge. I didn't want Master to beat the living daylights out of me. 'Darn guy.'
He ceased hitting me. My moment of deliverance was at hand, literally.
"Are you ready, slave?" His voice static. I did not like my Master today.
"Yes, Master." I moved not an inch. I waited.
"Put your right index finger straight up your pink butt hole."
"Master!!!"
He cracked the side of His Cube with His black mamba.
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"Yes, Master." I had no other option. I knew my Master would be unrelenting. I started to reach down thru my spread legs.
"No, slave, over the top. And you'd better hurry. Master is growing inpatient with your insolence tonight."
"Yes, Master." I obeyed Master and put my index finger barely into my juicy butt hole. Master chuckled.
"Bury it, slave."
I obeyed.
"Move your finger in and out at a moderate pace."
I hesitated.
Master punished me for my hesitation. He hit me with his black leather across the small of my back.
I obeyed.
"Faster, slave."
I obeyed.
Faster, slave."
I obeyed.
"Whom do you love more, slave, your husband, or, your boyfriend?" His voice commanded and demanded.
"Oh my, God, Master, no." I couldn't.
"Master beat me again, across my back, even the bottoms of my feet. The force was minimal, the intent obvious, the result sublime.
"You, Master, I love you the most."
"End yourself, slave. Now. As you do tell the world whom you love the most."
I reached thru my spread legs and this time was not forbidden by Master, but encouraged.
"That's it, slave."
"I found it after a brief search. It was swollen beyond all measure. I couldn't grasp it between my fingers, it was too bulbous. I grabbed it with my hand and held it's pulsing heart. I met his gaze then.
"You'd better say it, slave, or, else." Master meant business.
"I love my Master the most. I love my Master the most. I love Master the most. I love Master the most."
He reached out with his left palm and savagely forced my right index finger deep into my rectum.
"Now!"
I put a death grip onto my engorged organ. An immediate kaleidoscope of colors lit the cabin. I tried to obey Master and swear to Him of my love, but, I could emit no legible sound. Just a pitiful mewing and deep grunts of a tortured animal trying to release her boundless passion.
I heard His belt buckle hit the floor and his left palm shortly thereafter locked my bottom in place as He jacked my index finger in and out of my wide open ass with His right hand.
"Master, I love only youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I didn't mean it. I was compelled.
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My tears finally ceased as my orgasm vanquished, then vanished. Master released my index finger as I brought both hands back to where they'd been.
"Close your eyes, Jennifer. Don't open them until Billy returns. I will see you Tuesday night 7 o'clock sharp. Understood, little doggy?"
I knew better than to trifle with Him.
"Ruff."
"That's a good little doggy." I heard his footsteps recede from the room. I waited.
"Baby, girl. My little tiny girl." Billy had returned, his voice so beautiful and loving. The tears came again, this time in sheets.
"No, baby, it's okay, honey. Billy is here, sweetheart. I'm here baby. Let's get you off this Cube and onto your cozy little bed." I sniffled, but, quickly balked.
"Please, Billy, could I come just one more time before I lay down on my cozy little bed?" With my most pitiful voice I pleaded out to him.
"Of course, sweetheart." He came close and kissed my tears. He smelled so wonderful. So fresh. Like a boy. I kissed him back and wanted to bear his child again. And I told him so. I didn't care how it sounded. How I sounded.
"Billy." I whispered softly so Master William couldn't hear.
"What, baby girl?"
"Lick me there where you licked me last night. Okay? Please? I'll do anything you say, Billy."
"Of course I will, Jennifer. Just put your head back down, look in the mirror and watch me."
"Oh---my---God, Billy, you're really going to do it? Really?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I am." He crouched behind me. The Cube made the angle much less arduous for him. His face was right there.
"I'm no longer fresh, Billy. Please."
"You're wonderful, Jennifer." He inhaled fully from my grotto.
"No, Billy, don't?" Once again, I pleaded with him.
"You smell delicious, Jennifer. I'm going to eat you up."
I bore witness as Billy gently pried my buns apart, then buried his face between them. He disappeared from view, blocked by my left butt cheek. His tongue scoured me. His fingers were active and inquisitive. He sucked the nectar from my pussy and transferred it to my nether region. He coupled his index fingers and pulled open my rectum. I cursed my Master then and sided my boyfriend, calling out tributes that were inconceivable to achieve in real time. He nibbled my clitoris and I came again, but, I didn't confess the act. I didn't want it to end, ever. I wanted to remain there on his Cube forever, his head buried inside my body, eating me from the inside out.
He was sucking and biting my clitoral hood when I heard a woman scream like she was being bludgeoned to death. It was the last thing I remembered. A black curtain fell and I was no more.
Shut the fuck up you old faggot. Can't wait till you die.
How does it feel that your short amount of days left here on earth is spent typing dumbass shit on the internet
sholly cholly you're on the listQuote:
Originally Posted by Lincoln
I read all of that cubby good read
will read again
Your family gonna try to eat his dog?Quote:
Originally Posted by Lincoln
Here is a story I've started that has it's roots in the old "Dick Van Dyke Show." I'm writing it in the period ('60's), but, still using the cuckold genre. I've not gotten too far with it:::
Laura, Tracy & Me
By russell-ville-man
New York City
April.5.1963
Chapter One.
There'd been thoughts, visions before. He'd been able to keep them secret, suppress them, dismiss them, discount them and they'd lessened and then ceased altogether. Now they'd returned and keenly so. After Tracy had left their office for Brady's executive wing he'd put Laura on the elevator then quickly ensconced himself in the men's restroom. Mercifully he'd found it unoccupied. Visions of his wife and another man, this, this Englishman coupling together was filling his conscience to bursting. He washed his hands, then found the courage to lift his gaze into the reflection above the sink. 'Jesus, Rob, what in the Hell is wrong with you, boy? She's your wife, the mother of your son.' He'd admonished himself afore like this. This was not the first time. He dropped his eyes to the running water, then cupped his hands. The cold water clearing his mind, then the visions launched again. She'd undressed them both, first Rattigan, then herself. He watched from the kitchen thru the open shutters. She was gleaming, white and pink and perfect. She came into his arms as they stood in front of the davenport. His hands immediately falling to Laura's bottom cheeks, resting there close to the crevice as their lips met then parted. Laura guided Tracy's head to her breasts as her eyes met her husbands then closed as Rattigan suckled. Rob gripped the kitchen sink tightly, the stainless steel wet and cold, then realized he was gripping the white porcelain of the sink in front of him.
"Rob, Rob, hey, Rob."
"Buddy!"
"You okay, Rob?"
"I'm fine, Buddy."
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Buddy walked to the urinals. "Can you believe that Rattigan guy, Rob? What a character." Rob watched in the mirror's reflection as Buddy relieved himself.
"Rob, a Jew and a Gentile are pissing. The Jew says,,,,"
"Buddy, not now. I have to get back."
"Wait up and I'll walk back with you."
He had no choice but to wait. To do otherwise would be unwise. Buddy was already aware of what had transpired back in the office. Mel Cooley had sprung Tracy Rattigan on Rob and his co-writers out of the blue. Laura had made a special trip into the city for Friday luncheon with Rob. They'd dined at Sardi's, Laura's favorite and were looking forward to a weekend alone together. Their son Ritchie was departing later in the day for a Boy Scout camping trip up state and would not be back until Sunday night. Upon returning to the office afterward they'd opened the door to find Rattigan holding court. He'd at once pounced onto Laura, introducing himself to her and Rob. Mel had already introduced him to Sally and Buddy. Rattigan's reputation was legendary. 'Racy' was his nickname and well deserved. He enjoyed flirting, to him it was sport. He was one of the UK's most eligible bachelors and had dated the world's most beautiful women, some of them married.
Laura had retreated at Tracy's advances to Rob's side. She grasped Rob's hand. Rob found it warm and moist.
"What a beautiful child you are, my dear." Rattigan's accent was not the least bit muddled, but, with a marked clarity that matched his blue eyes and sharp features.
"Uh, uh, uh..." Laura's voice was stifled and thick.
"What do you think of Alan's surprise, Rob? Tracy will be our special guest host on next week's show." Mel was beaming. Rob had forgotten about Alan taking a couple weeks off to vacation in Bermuda.
"Uh, uh, uh..." Now it was Rob's turn to bluster out a response.
"Oh, we'll have a fabulous time, Rob. You, Buddy, Sally and me. Though I'll miss this charming creature. You'll have me out to the house while I'm stateside, hey? New Rochelle, is it?" He knew.
"Of course." Laura had quickly recovered. Her immediate invite taking Rob unawares.
"You have a standing invitation to my place, Tracy. It's just me and my pussy cat, but, you're most welcome." Sally had moved across and was now at Tracy's side.
"I shall keep that invite close at hand, Sally, hey?" He was speaking to Sally, but, his eyes had not moved from Laura's since the Petries had entered the office.
"Tracy, Alan is expecting us back upstairs, we should go." Mel had grabbed onto Rattigan's suit coat and was making a move toward the open doorway.
"Mel, why don't you go and let Tracy stay. You could go over and spar with Cassius Clay. I hear he's looking for a punching bag." Buddy was in fine form.
"Rob!" Mel beseeched him.
"Buddy!" Rob was not in the mood. The gaze twixt Laura and Tracy had not broken.
Chapter Two.
I won't believe this is actually Culburn until he averages AT LEAST 15 posts a day. :lol
I find it terribly difficult to regain my spirit & pace. I was away 9 months.
This may not work out guys.
No problem.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
so it's been almost a month since Thread returned. to the people who wanted his return, what are your thoughts?
^They love it (my shit), but, they'll never admit it. It's human nature.
And the ones that advocated my expulsion so loudly and publicly and then were cast down by numerous "studious" members won't make that mistake again. They'll go incognito to Kori...like this:::
[[[I wanted to give him a chance, but, he's ruining it for everyone. I love your site and you and what's his name have put a lot of time and money into it. I just don't want to see it ruined by this sick person. I know THEY (my emphasis) joke about the pedophile angle, but, I really, Kori, believe deep in my heart that he probably is doing exactly that. And it just makes me sick, especially after what happened with Sandusky. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't for it before Sandusky, but, now I'm REALLY (DMC's emphasis) against it. Well, that's about it. I have to go now.
Bye.
- DMC
I'd go to kori iif it diid anything, but it doesn't do anything
Please. That's how I got kicked out last time. Go on, motherfucker. Crawl to her.Quote:
Originally Posted by Trainwreck2100
Ya shit, you.
no you got kicked out for welchingQuote:
Originally Posted by Thread
If you try to engage him and have an actual basketball conversation as opposed to shit talking hell respond to you...so I don't see what the big problem is
No one likes youQuote:
Originally Posted by Thread
I'm used to it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lincoln
tee, hee.
Please.Quote:
Originally Posted by Trainwreck2100
She did you dirt and you are the one that came crawling back, belly dragging as soon as she opened the door. Damn thing is she knew it. She knew it. Luva was shown the same door and choose not to walk through it because despite everything he's the one. I'll be damned.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
keep lying to yourselfQuote:
Originally Posted by Thread
She never opened the door. She was on holiday. You fellows opened it and I came thru.Quote:
Originally Posted by DPG21920
Please.Quote:
Originally Posted by Trainwreck2100
you're welcomeQuote:
Originally Posted by Thread
She's the only one w the key ya idiot
I take every Cubby post as a sign of gratitude for my tireless work campaigning for his return. You're welcome, Giuseppe. You're welcome.
Horseshit. She got back from Dallas and was surprised to see my return. She even started a thread inquiring about it.Quote:
Originally Posted by DPG21920
No you idiot. She started the thread about getting all the complaints again.
And wanting to know what the deal was. She had no idea I'd returned.Quote:
Originally Posted by DPG21920
Even trolls get trolled by Cubby. Fucking fascinating. :lol
- "God would not have made them sheep if he did not want them to be sheared."Quote:
Originally Posted by Cry Havoc
- Eli Wallach - "The Magnificent Seven"
Every time you post i know how much you appreciate what i did for you. You're welcome.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
^The Tuna.
tee, hee.
Your appreciation is duly noted. You're welcome.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
I'm a trend setter.Quote:
Originally Posted by monosylab1k
I set trends.
your appreciation is duly noted. You're welcome.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
lmemulatedao!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Monostradamus
I like him. But then, I like seeing mental midgets get trolled and embarrassed. Maybe that's just a me thing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lincoln
Ban his ass
^But, first, spank my ass, hard.
Each post, a symbolic gesture of gratitude for my tireless effort to bring you back. You're welcome.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
over 3000 symbols of gratitude so far. it melts the heart tbh :cryQuote:
Originally Posted by Monostradamus
And if I got canned again two weeks would pass and the same ones who went to Kori to spike my expulsion AGAIN would be missing me and begging me to come back.
It'll never end.
Thread is an imposter, you heard it here third. BTW, watch the documentary on NetFlix "The Imposter" about a 14 year old kidnap victim being impostered. Culby is the narrator.
Split, runnin' just as fast as he can.Quote:
Originally Posted by Splitman4evah
LMVICTIORIOUSAO!!!
Deflection is a serious drug. Step away from the waters edge, don't jump off the waterfallQuote:
Originally Posted by Thread
I have a feeling we'll find out soon, especially if there's a massive meltdown when the spurs get kicked from the playoffs. are you banned from upstairs yet?Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
Your mother's asscheeks are waiting. Get ta sniffin', boy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Splitman4evah
tee, hee.Quote:
Originally Posted by jeebus
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Of course I'm kicked out. The fucks can dish it. But, the fucks can't take it.
Let us proceed...
Still no evidence of PM. This thread is basically mono asking you to come back to bury you later and your fellow lakers fans.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
Horseshit. Even Trill Clinton is begging me. There is a representative cross sampling of posters demanding to see me here.Quote:
Originally Posted by Brazil
Just so there is no hanky & panky by TC.Quote:
Originally Posted by Trill Clinton
tee, hee.
LMAO!!! Oh, I was fuckin' lit.Quote:
Originally Posted by jeebus
I won, I'm twice on this listQuote:
Originally Posted by Thread
Fail. This thread was created well before Cubby's most recent silence. He ran and hid like a coward (e.g. Magic in 86) after The Sweeping and didn't return until after 6 occurred, and between then nobody asked him to return, certainly not me. This thread is irrelevant to his current claims, and inadmissible as evidence for Cubby.
:lol didn't notice the date, that's a very solid pointQuote:
Originally Posted by monosylab1k
no hanky panky here, doggie. the board needs you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thread
whoa..i gave yo a co-sign, not a beg. chill.