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The Story Thus Far : After seducing her father to fuck her on
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the kitchen floor, sixteen year-old Amanda convinced her father to invite some
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of his poker buddies over for an afternoon of group sex and anal lust. Even
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this, however, was not enough to satisfy the itch between little Amanda's legs.
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While her father cleaned out Amanda's well used asshole in the shower after
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the afternoon Poke-Her party, Amanda told her father about this next exciting
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adventure: Taking on an entire barroom of men, in full public view. This is
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Part I of the continuing adventures of Amanda, America's Sexiest Slut.
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Three days later, after my asshole had shrunk back to its original
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size and my cunt stopped throbbing every time I sat down, I decided that it
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was time to go to The Monkey's Paw, a local dive and biker bar. I knew that I
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would find the kind of men that I needed there; men that wouldn't be afraid to
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give me what I needed, again and again, in every hole I had.
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I had spent the days in between the afternoon poker party and today
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mostly between my father's legs, nursing on his cock like a baby with a bottle.
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While we watched TV at night, I would sit with my head in Daddy's lap, softly
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licking and sucking his cock, drawing his erection out over several hours until
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he was shaking with arousal and the desire to fill my hot, wet mouth with his
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delicious, creamy cum. For variety, I would lick his asshole before he went to
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bed every night.
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Daddy told me that he's been sleeping a lot better these days. Well...
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duh!, right?
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Anyway, I told Daddy that tonight was the night. He was free to come
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and watch me, and even participate if he wanted. I warned him that it might be
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brutal and a little hard to watch, his own daughter taking anyone and everyone
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on stretched over a pool table in a dark, dank bar. He looked at me with the
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same lust I had grown accustomed to and said low, under his breath, "I wouldn't
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miss it for the world, you sexy little slut." I kissed him and went to prepare.
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First, I took a long, hot bath, using some scented oils to make my
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skin soft and fragrent. A little glycerin in the bath made my skin baby soft. I
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chose what to wear with care, knowing that my first impression had to send a
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very specific message: Here was a woman with a hot cunt and ass and mouth,
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looking for each to be plugged all night long. Towards that end I chose my
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six inch white spike heels. I'd practiced walking around the house wearing
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nothing but the shoes, (and I do mean nothing BUT,) watching the way the
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shoes made my legs look longer and the way they gave my ass an enticing little
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wiggle. Long black seamed stockings, the very same ones that I had worn during
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that poker party, a garter belt, no panties (of course!) and the white leather
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minidress and I was complete. The dress hugged my ample (36C) clevage, showing
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the tops of my creamy sixteen year-old breasts to their best advantage.
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The dress had a zipper with two tabs. The dress could be opened
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completely, to offer both my lower holes easily, or left closed to inspire some
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mystery. I lowered the zipper from the top so that the sides of my firm little
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titties could easily be seen.
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I tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I loved the way it bounced
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when I was on my knees sucking cock, and men loved to use it as a handle to
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guide my sucking mouth. Plus, it made me look that much younger, and yes, just
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that much nastier.
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Some perfume between my tits, some behind the knees, a dab on each
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wrist and behind each ear and I was ready to go. Just looking at myself in the
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full length mirror bolted to my closet door made my clit throb. I gave into
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the temptation and fell back on the bed, putting some pillows behind my head
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so I could watch myself in the mirror as I furiously frigged myself off, my
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own cunt cream adding to the perfume that came from a bottle. Two wracking
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climaxes later I was ready to go on the hunt for some cockmeat.
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Coming downstairs, I was surprised to find my father dressed like a
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lowlife. He'd dug an old pair of jeans out of a drawer, jeans so old that the
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seat was faded to near transparancy. Tucked into the waistband of his jeans
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was the oldest, rattiest undershit Daddy owned. He'd slicked his hair back
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with some kind of hair goo, and he didn't look like my father at all. He looked
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mean and evil and just a bit dangerous. He looked at me walking down the stairs
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and I noticed he had a sudden tightening in the crotch of his jeans.
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I stood before him and twirled on my heels for his inspection. Daddy
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smiled at me, leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss on the mouth, running one of
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his hands in the side of my leather dress to tease my heavy breast. He tugged
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at the nipple and bolts of pure arousal shot straight to my cunt.
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"A quick one, before we go?" he asked.
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"Sorry, Daddy. Tonight you just get to watch. But," I added, "if you're
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lucky, maybe I'll let you suck the cum out of my pussy later tonight!" He
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grinned at me and lightly slapped my leather clad ass. I giggled, and we left
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the house for The Monkey's Paw.
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* * * * * * * * * *
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The bar was dark and dank and smelled of stale sweat and old smoke. I
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entered first. Daddy would wait in the car for about ten minutes, and then
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follow me in. At first, we didn't want anyone to know we were together. The
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bouncer looked at me for a second, probably thinking to ask me for ID. The
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bartender caught my eye, and I smiled and waved as if I knew him, and the
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bouncer's decision was made; if the owner caught a man-magnet like me being
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turned away, representing perhaps the dozens of drinks that the men would buy
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me, the bouncer would be bounced himself.
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I made my way to the bar, making sure to put an extra wiggle in my
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walk. I gave the bar a once-over, checking out the action. Perhaps ten people,
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some playing pool, others sitting alone at the bar drinking quietly. At a
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small table in the back three biker types shared a pitcher of beer and were
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leaning over the table, talking to each other. Every so often one of the
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bikers would laugh out loud.
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The laugh sounded evil to my ears.
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The laugh sounded wonderful to my cunt.
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I perched my tightly-clad, leather covered-butt on a barstool and made
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as much of a show out of crossing my legs as I could. Every eye on the place
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was locked onto my long pins. Once my legs were crossed, I relaxed my toes,
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letting the heel of my shoe pop off so I could tap it. I knew the effect it
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would have; everything about this night was timing and planning and playacting.
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"Help 'ya?" the bartender asked.
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"Sex on the beach," I ordered, drawing the words out. The bartender
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appraised me for a long moment, probably thinking along the same lines as the
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bouncer had. In the end, my eventual effect on the till overrode any problems
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he might have had with my age. I didn't think I looked THAT young.
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"Sure." A moment later he was back with the drink. I moved to open my
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purse, but the bartender waved a hand over the bar, palm down. "It's taken
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care of. The gentleman at the end of the bar." I looked down to see a thirtyish
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man, wearing a blue-button down shirt and glasses, wave at me. I smiled and
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nodded at him, thanking him silently for the drink. The ritual completed, the
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man stood and walked over to where I was sitting.
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The man sat down next to me and offered his hand. "Joe. They call me
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Big Joe." I reached down and tested the heft in his pants. "I can see why,
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Joe."
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Joe smiled a long, wide smile and made no move to remove my hand. "Got
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a quarter, Joe? I wanna play some music." I'd noticed a jukebox in the corner
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when I walked in. He dug in his pants and returned with a handful of change.
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He dumped it into my hands, never taking his eyes off me.
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I sauntered over to the jukebox and fed it the money. I selected a few
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slow tunes and stood on the makeshift dance floor, waiting for the music to
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start. The Righteous Brothers came on, crooning about loving feelings. I held
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my arms out to Joe, still at the bar, and made dancing motions. In a flash he
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was in my arms.
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We danced slowly, me grinding my hips against him. His hands slipped
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down to my tight ass, and when I didn't remove his hands he began cupping the
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cheeks of my taut little butt, pulling me against his groin. In my heels, my
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head rested against his shoulder. I turned my face in and began licking the
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skin of his neck, trailing my little pink tongue up to his ears.
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His cock was straining against the material of his pants. I could feel
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the heat through both of our clothes, and I couldn't wait to drop to my knees
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and feel his cock in my mouth. First things first, though. I turned my head
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out as we danced through the song, checking out my effect on the rest of the
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bar. The pool game had stopped dead, with both participants watching Joe and
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me with open envy. The bartender had been polishing the same glass for the
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entire song. The bikers were silent, also watching us.
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It was time.
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"You know what I'd like, Joe?"
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"What?"
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"A taste of your cock." In an instant he was pulling at me, trying to
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propell me out of the bar. I stood my ground and he looked back at me,
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confusion written all over his face.
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"Don't go. I think everyone else would like to see this, too." Joe's
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expression turned from confused to downright baffled. I dropped to my knees
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and grimced at the hard contact of the floor. My face was even with Joe's
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crotch, and I wasted no time in tugging down his zipper and extracting his
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erect cock.
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It was a nice thick one, about as big around as a beer bottle. Very
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tasty looking. I licked my lips slowly and moistly, looking up at Joe as I
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did. "This is gonna taste great, Joe, I just know it." I started softly sucking
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on the head of his dick, taking a little more with each bob of my head. My
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ponytail had the planned effect, my blonde hair bouncing with my trips up and
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down Joe's cock.
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Reaching a hand inside my dress, I flopped one breast out and began
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tweaking the nipple with my free hand, bringing it hard and erect in seconds.
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The thrills were shooting down my spine and directly into my cunt. The act was
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one thing, but the very thought that I was on my knees, sucking the cock of a
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strange man in front of a roomful of strangers had me creaming my thighs with
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cunt honey in seconds. I felt so wonderfully dirty, so completely slutty.
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Just then the door leading to the parking lot opened, casting a beam
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of late afternoon sunlight across the bar. My father stepped in and then
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stopped short when he saw what was happening.
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I popped Joe's dick out of my mouth. "C'mon in...we're just getting
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started. The more the merrier." My father gulped once or twice, and then
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continued into the bar.
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I returned my attention to Joe's dick, sliding my wet mouth up and
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down his cock with faster and faster strokes. "I'm gonna cum!" he warned. I
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popped his cock out of my mouth again and whispered, "Go ahead. Come on me!
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I love it." He grunted and blew. I directed his cum stream down, between my
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breasts. The feel of his sticky, slimy jisim coating my skin, causing the
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leather to stick to my abdomen, flooding my cleavage with his warmth drove me
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to a miniclimax.
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Joe stepped away from me, zipping up. I looked over at the table full
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of bikers and knew what I wanted next. Walking over to them, I stood in front
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of the table with my hands on my hips, one leg cocked provacatively forward.
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"Ok, who's next?"
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The largest biker reached out one huge paw and corraled me into his
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lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grunted with happiness as he wormed
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a thick, greasy finger into my tight little cunt. I felt the table being moved
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away, and suddenely another pair of hands came around my back and started
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fondling my heavy, swinging tits through my dress. The guy with his finger in
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my cunt reached underneath me, cupping my ass with his huge hands, and lifted
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my cunt directly into his face. I squealed and locked my thighs around his head
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as the guy behind me began pulling on my nipples.
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The third biker laughed and groped his cock through his pants. "Oh
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girlie, you don't know what you got yourself into tonight!"
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I just moaned at him, sure I knew what I was doing. But then he
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dropped the bombshell, the announcement that would change my life forever.
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"We're DeathHeads, you see. And tonight, we're holding initiation for a few
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new members here in the bar. Six new members as a matter of fact. Along with
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the rest of the guys, in about half an hour there's gonna be sixty guys in
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this bar, and if you don't watch it, you're gonna get fucked by every one of
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them."
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As I arched my cunt into the biker's face and exploded into climax,
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I wondered if perhaps this time I had gotten in over my head.
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Oh well. That's what makes life interesting, right?
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