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This was Dirk’s favourite part. Driving down the dark narrow hills with a mammoth hard-on. Trying to concentrate. Hoping they didn’t get stopped by the cops - or even worse, a couple of would-be car-jackers in ski masks. It all added to the excitement. Tiffany bent her head, tantalizingly licking the tip of his penis, her lightning- fork tongue flicking this way and that. After he was suitably turned on, she sat back and began unbuttoning her silk shirt, revealing a lacy black bra. One eye on the road. One eye on her.’ Take it off, baby,’ he muttered, hard as the proverbial rock. ‘Should I?’ she teased. ‘Do it,’ he said tensely, the pressure building. Well...’ ‘Do it!’ She slipped off her silk shirt and undipped her lacy bra. Tiffany had the best breasts in Hollywood - untouched by plastic surgeon they were full and firm, topped with juicy hard nipples. ‘Oh, Jesus!’ Dirk groaned, swerving the car to the side of the road. Tiffany enjoyed enslaving him. ‘Jesus has nothing to do with it,’ she murmured sweetly.
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He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside him. ‘Come over here.’ She strolled over, cool to the end, and stood in front of him. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her close, then he unbuttoned her shirt and began licking her bare stomach, eventually sticking his tongue into her navel. It was strangely incredibly sexy. She shrugged her silk shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. ‘You taste like honey,’ he said, pausing for a moment. ‘Sweet, sweet honey.’ It was a nice compliment to which she had no flip reply. The combination of Jack Daniel’s, pot and Larry Hope was making her very mellow indeed. He touched her breasts, fingering her nipples with stubby fingers. A disembodied voice boomed through the room. ‘Mr D, Madonna and Prince are outside your door.’ ‘Holy shit!’ Audrina exclaimed, jumping back startled. ‘Calm down,’ Larry soothed. ‘It’s only the intercom. I guess you got your music.’ Wow! That’s really service.’ ‘Kiddo, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.’ By the time Madonna was on the stereo singing ‘Bad Girl’ Audrina was ready to rock ‘n’ roll. Larry was lighting another joint. She was already stoned - who needed more? She wandered around the room half-naked, and
began swaying to the music, mouthing the words. Madonna was a hell of a songwriter, how come she was never acknowledged for that part of her talent? ‘You really like this stuff?’ Larry asked. She wasn’t sure whether he was referring to the grass or Madonna. ‘I love it all,’ she said, cleverly covering every base. He stared at her long and hard, drawing deeply on the joint. ‘Take the rest of your clothes off.’ ‘No,’ she replied sharply, ‘you take your clothes off.’ ‘It’s not a pretty sight.’ ‘Turn off the lights.’ He offered her the joint. She took a long drag and threw herself on to the bed. ‘I feel good,’ she said, expelling a thin stream of smoke. ‘You’ll feel even better in a minute,’ he said, moving on top of her. She sighed, she’d heard it all before. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Larry.’ He was amused. ‘Is that a challenge, kiddo?’ he asked, fiddling with the buttons on her jeans. ‘Cause I’ve never had any complaints.’ ‘Are you sure you’re up to it?’ she asked mockingly. He grunted. ‘Jesus, you got a smart mouth, show a little respect for the movie star.’ Rolling out from under him, she pulled off her boots and wriggled out of her jeans.
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She sat up and the sheet slipped, revealing her ample breasts with extended nipples. ‘Baby, I wouldn’t say it if you weren’t,’ she murmured, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. ‘I have never enjoyed giving head to anyone like I do to you. Your cock really turns me on.’
life. But it was still a turn-on. ‘Where do you want to do it?’ she asked, ever the polite, well-brought-up call girl. ‘Don’t be in such a hurry. I’m payin’ big bucks for you.’ ‘Is there anything in particular you’d like me to do?’ Walk around again - I get a charge outta eyeballin’ His sudden hard-on suggested that rushing to the you.’ studio didn’t seem quite so important. He began She strutted her stuff. This was the most appreciation touching her nipples with the tips of his fingers. she’d ever had from any man. Maybe she’d missed ‘Don’t do that to me unless you mean it,’ she her vocation - she could have been a great stripper. moaned. ‘I can’t get through the day filled with the ‘How long you bin doin’ this, Bambi?’ thought of your cock. I need it, and I need it now.’ ‘Long enough to know what you want.’ Her hands began feverishly unzipping his pants. ‘I can see that. How old are you, anyway?’ He forgot about it not being a good idea and fell on Twenty-four.’ top of her. ‘A good age to get outta the business. Find yourself She spread her legs. He began pounding into her a decent guy with plenty of bucks an’ settle down.’ fast and rough, the way she seemed to like it. ‘How old are you, Mr Petrache?’ ‘Let’s put it this way - twenty- four and countin’.’ Unzipping his pants he She peeled off her stockings - making a show of it - beckoned her over. ‘Down on your knees, honey. until she stood before him quite naked. Gimme some talented tongue.’ He stared at her, breathing heavily, his eyes taking How simple, Daphne thought. The customer gets in every single inch of her. what he wants, and I get a shitload of money. She’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her But she didn’t plan on making a habit of it.
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She stripped down to a skimpy lace chemise that would give any red-blooded male a heart attack. He put on a bathrobe over a pair of restrictive jockey shorts. He just did not believe what was going on. He fell asleep with a wrecking gut-ache, and woke at seven in the morning with the same nagging pain. Heidi lay asleep beside him, yellow hair fanned out around her face, legs slightly apart, the chemise revealing just a wisp of lacy panties. Enough was enough.
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Dean rolled on top of her, ripping her panties with one hand, and freeing himself with the other. He was inside her before she even awoke. ‘Dean! You promised!’ She was not as outraged as she might have been. ‘That was last night,’ he husked. ‘Our first date. Now it’s our second date and it’s my turn to call the shots.’ Heidi didn’t argue. She wrapped her long and beautiful legs around him and gave a little sigh. Jed was a marvellous man -but as he had pointed out -what kind of a future did she have with him? Now Dean was a different matter . . . So far so good.
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“You’re no different,’ I said again. It wasn’t a question anymore. I leaned closer. He smelled like weed and beer and his eyes were watery and bloodshot. He looked at his boot, turned to me, then looked down again. Our faces were almost touching and then I kissed the side of his mouth and pulled back, waiting for a reaction. He was still looking at his boots I touched his leg. He was breathing hard. Our eyes met for something like five seconds. The music seemed to be getting louder. My face felt hot and red. I moved my hand up. He spread his legs slightly and he looked at me, daring. I kissed him again. His eyes closed. ‘Don’t pretend we’re not doing this,’ I told him. I moved my hand up the denim, unsure if it was at his knee or thigh or close to his crotch. I leaned over slowly. ‘Come here,’ 1 said. I tried to kiss him again. He moved back. I moved closer. He moved his head a little towards me, eyes on the ground. And then his mouth was on mine. He stopped and breathed in and then kissed harder this time. Then we both leaned back, flat, on the bed, him slightly on top of me. We kept kissing. I could hear a toilet flushing, then footsteps padding down the hallway. I raised one of my legs carefully, then reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, then pushed my hand underneath his shirt. His body was thin and tight and he was moving on top of me. His pants and underwear pulled halfway down, mine also, rubbing against each other, our hands interrupting occasionally, hands we had licked or spit on. The springs in the mattress squeaked rhythmically as our bodies moved together in the darkness. I kissed his hair, the top of his head. The springs and our breathing, which came in hard sighs and gasps, were the only sounds in the room once the tape clicked off. We came together, or close enough, and lay like that for a long time, barely moving.
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She felt his erection, and before he could even consider what was about to happen next, she unzipped his pants and inserted her hand. Christ! What could he do? He was only human, after all. Within seconds she was untying her halter top, revealing the most perfect small breasts with delectable erect nipples. “I want you,” she murmured in a husky whisper. “I want you, Michael. I want you now.” He fingered her nipples. She moaned and began moving her hand on him. The hell with how old she was, he was at the point of no return, and he wasn’t going anywhere. They sank down onto the cold linoleumcovered floor. He ripped off her shorts, only to discover she was wearing no underwear. Nor was he. Her skin was hot, clammy, and inviting. After sucking on her nipples for a few moments, he thrust his hand between her legs, and then mounted her. She moaned with pleasure, moving under him, undulating her hips toward his, somehow writhing in time to the throbbing music. It was a thrill ride for both of them.
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