Friday, September 15, 2006

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Laughing he said, “Ok you may close the door even though we all know what you will be doing behind that door, but once you have finished, you will open the door before you get into the shower. And remember 20 minutes and I want you back here.”

"But what a way to go," Love observed as she shifted over and hugged Rose, their bare breasts pressing into one another and giving each girl a delicious shiver of arousal.

Firstly a few words from Miss Anne.

She turned away and we let her get about fifty feet in front of us. Alexi and I trailed along behind her, ignoring the rest of the world. We even ignored the other beautiful women who had dressed down for a hot day in the park. We just followed, snickering like two schoolboys, making observations about Ali, with Alexi intermittently snapping pictures.

“Oh come on mom, one more time please”

Sonja was mildly jealous of Felicity's body. She knew that she was beautiful and sexy enough, and that the only reason so many men and women would stare at Felicity was because she showed her body off so much. But, Sonja was much more reserved than her friend, and, while Felicity seemed to take sex as a hobby, bedding any male who could catch her, Sonja had only had sex a handful of occasions, which had only been while she was in heat, unable to control her flaming libido.

"Where there's a will, there's a way," Melanie said dreamily, but didn't elaborate. "Want to try on that dress now?"

Dave was the first to follow her. His eyes wandered down her back, savouring the inward curve of her waist and the subsequent outward curve of her hips. The way the fabric moved over her skin, like water caressing a smooth pebble, made him ache to touch her. She wasn't skinny, but firm and voluptuous. As he walked, he imagined placing his hands on her swaying hips, pulling her close to him, kissing her slender neck. He could feel his erection growing as he envisaged pressing himself close to her ass. They reached the steps, and he moved his eyes down to his own feet, for fear of tripping. By now the throng of clubbers were cheering, and Dave heard an audible whoop from the bar area. When the stage plateaud out, she turned to face them. They all stood in a line, as if on parade. "Dave, step forward," Quintana commanded. "The rest of you be seated in one of the four chairs." Dave's only thought was, how did she know my name? He wasn't surprised at being singled out; he didn't know how, but he'd already guessed it was him. His four friends had seated themselves in the leather chairs. He was the only one left standing on the stage with Quintana. The crowd was becoming increasingly rowdy; their patient waiting had subsided into an eagerness for the event to begin. It was apparent to Dave that most of those present knew exactly what would be going down here tonight. His mouth was dry, and his muscles were tense, the anticipation was almost too much for him to bear. Lost in his thoughts he flinched when two men grabbed his arms. He hadn't noticed them standing behind him. Neither of them spoke, just forcibly walked him to the frame mounted on the back wall. Dave didn't struggle, but he was offended at being manhandled; he would have made his own way there, if asked to do so. The contraption was odd, it reminded Dave of a magician's prop--the one where the woman is strapped on and has knives thrown at her. He suspected Quintana wasn't into magic, not the conventional sense of the word anyway.

"Hell, if it's important to you. I could do that."

"What do you think of the submissive feelings you are having?" he asked looking her directly in the eyes.

A good finger fuck!

I whisper, "I want it". "What??

She got down on her knees and I got behind her and even after the pounding I'd just given her her pussy was still tight as I pushed into her from the rear.

"He's the one that gave me the keys" she smiled, engaging the parking brake.

My throat convulses, "Daddy don't. Please don't. I was running today at school and I was sweating."

Out on the floor, the couple had fun. This was the Ken she had married. Kathy was a much better dancer and outshone Ken on the floor. She couldn't help but to let her eyes wander and take in the other dancers.

She finally arched her back one last time and settled down. I removed my hands from her body and got off the bed.

"I'll be over as soon as I can get another appointment near to you. I definitely want that fuck now. OK?"

"I don't think there's much you can do, honey." A hollow laugh escaped my lips. "To raise that sort of cash you'd probably have to sell your body!"

She slides his shorts down, freeing his wonderful hard cock. Taking it in her hands, she softly licks the pre-cum off the tip, and slowly runs her tongue around the head. Then kisses the tip softly and slowly takes it into her mouth. "Oh baby, you know what I like" he says as he presses his cock slowly deeper into her mouth. He guides her firmly by his firm grasp of her hair. Speeding up and slowing down as he wishes. She wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and caresses his balls with the other hand.






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