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Part 7: Sex Sells
...He ran the back of his arm across his eyes. He put his knee up and draped his forearm over it. I watched his balls settle on a tuft of ass hair and couldn’t help admiring the pale pink of his penis, soft and couched on his balls like a baby in its blanket. Liquid flooded under my tongue as I thought how I could suck it all in and play with it inside my mouth. What could be the matter? He must have had a good time. Four naked, wet pussies and ample comes. Maybe it was those two over-developed men who carried him off for the models into this sex-scented bower. "Did those bouncer guys hurt you or something?" I asked irrationally. Jim’s strange behavior was beginning to trigger my sense of dread.
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Part 6: Sex Sells
...Electricity spiked through my nipples. A swell and crash of waves overtook the inside of my vagina, a giddy throb battered my clit. I don’t know how many men there were or how long I stayed like that, splattered with come, my legs pulled apart and my bare pussy gaping in front of their eyes, because the orgasms kept coming -- of all shapes and sizes. The men must have held me tightly because I shook and shuddered. I clenched my cunt muscles and it sent the rush up and down my body, shudders followed the groping hands along my body; shivers gave in to the tickling tongues at my sensitive breasts. When the men set me down at last, I was weak all over. I was a sticky mess. My cunt felt like a delicate fabric wrung through too many laundries.
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Part 5: Sex Sells
...The top of my black nylons was exposed there. And quickly the idea caught on at my left side, the skirt rode northward, to bunch at the top of my thighs. Hands from either side pushed it higher to my waist while at the same time hands were pulling down on my bra straps. I could feel the cunt juice leaking through my thong boy’s crotch, I imagined blotches of it staining my upper thighs as hands on both sides tugged my bra down and down and I felt like fine chocolate being unwrapped. My skirt was more like a belt now, tight at my waist, and there were hands around the elastic band of my nylons. I was being stripped, clumsily, hungrily, surely. My nipples caught in the folds of the bra.
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Part 3: Sex Sells
...More than hearing two anxious lovers necking just outside the door, I had needed to hear Jim’s promise to fuck me later. So I could disengage. So I could get my head back. Even though I knew he was lying. He didn’t intend for there to be a "later." I backed up against the door, but when I went to slide the red lace of my thong boy up my thighs, Jim reached under my fingers and pulled the panties up for me. He took both my hands away and set them back against the door. He patted my mound: nice pussy. He kissed the silk at my nipple. He pulled up my panty hose, knowing how to bunch them just right and release the extra material slowly, so it’s not pulling downwards all night. I was his doll to dress.
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