without a good fucking. Soon my cock
was back and ready to go; she couldn't wait, for she suddenly jumped onto me
pinning me to the bed. She guided my cock into her pussy and started to ride me.
The other one didn't want to be left out, so she straddled my face opening her
pussy lips with both hands and placing it over my mouth.
I
was more than happy to insert my tongue into the gaping hole before me, not in
the least bit bothered that I could taste my own juices as well. She writhed
about forcing my tongue to touch every area of her pussy lips, while the other
one was trying to get my cock ever deeper into her pussy. The bed was shaking
they were so aggressive, shouting how they would make me remember this night
for a long time to come. I licked and sucked harder making her moan aloud once
again; she was cursing and cursing making me feel as randy as hell. I was
starting to go over the edge once again, wanting this to last a bit longer. It
wasn't to be, for I could feel the sperm as it reached the tip of my cock. She
knew I was coming but never once slowed her pace, making me grip the bed as the
sensations I was feeling made me feel the need to stop her.
With
them both pinning me down, I had little control over how long she fucked me.
Soon it was over and they both fell asleep holding me. I wondered where my next
adventure would take me.
The End
The Gang-Bang Exposé
Sean
and Ann were in the Editor's outer office, waiting for a meeting and they
didn't know what it entailed. As their newspaper dealt with all kinds of
sleaze, they knew it would be something meaty.
They
started to bet one another, with Sean saying it would be something to do with
the lesbian community, while Ann thought it would be about rape.
In
the event, they both turned out to be wrong. In fact, the Editor wanted
information that they both felt was a waste of their time.
"I
want you to dig up as much dirt as possible concerning celebrity gang-bangs; if
possible get an interview with those that arrange them, I want to know about
the type of people that put themselves through this experience and why."
said the Editor.
"Wait
a second. No one is sure that they exist, besides it's not something that you
can get invited to," replied Ann.
"Well,
let me tell you something, Ann. Real reporters find a way. Now stop complaining
and come up with something good or you're back in advertising."
"But,
sir, this is..." Ann started to protest.
Sean
interrupted, "We'll do our best, sir," he got up and nodded pointedly
at Ann, who got the message and followed him out of the office.
Sean
reassured his new partner. "Don't worry, we can do this."
"You
know why he's doing this, don't you?" Ann complained. "He's pissed
off that I won't sleep with him. This is his way of getting revenge."
"Forget
about him. We can do this."
"Sean,
you know I want this job and that I've been itching to get out of the
advertising department, but gang-bangs? I don't know." Ann shook her head
doubtfully.
"Come
on. I have to make a couple of calls. I have a friend or two that might be able
to help us with this," he said.
She
gaped at him in surprise. "Just exactly what kinds of friends do you
associate with?" she said, following him to his office. Sean didn't
answer.
He
made a few calls, got the information he was looking for, and they left.
"Where
are we going?" asked Ann, not sure she wanted to know.
"A
strip club, known as the 'Bare All,' a friend owns that place and he knows
certain people, who, shall we say travel in seedier circles than most,"
said Sean, confident that he had their first lead.
Soon
they were pulling up outside the strip club. Ann scanned the building,
expecting the worst and finding it. It was a dump. It had the kind of customers
who had beer stains on their shirts. Before they even entered, Ann could smell
the vomit someone had deposited outside on the pavement, making her even more
reluctant to enter.
Sean
tugged her by the elbow, and against her better
was back and ready to go; she couldn't wait, for she suddenly jumped onto me
pinning me to the bed. She guided my cock into her pussy and started to ride me.
The other one didn't want to be left out, so she straddled my face opening her
pussy lips with both hands and placing it over my mouth.
I
was more than happy to insert my tongue into the gaping hole before me, not in
the least bit bothered that I could taste my own juices as well. She writhed
about forcing my tongue to touch every area of her pussy lips, while the other
one was trying to get my cock ever deeper into her pussy. The bed was shaking
they were so aggressive, shouting how they would make me remember this night
for a long time to come. I licked and sucked harder making her moan aloud once
again; she was cursing and cursing making me feel as randy as hell. I was
starting to go over the edge once again, wanting this to last a bit longer. It
wasn't to be, for I could feel the sperm as it reached the tip of my cock. She
knew I was coming but never once slowed her pace, making me grip the bed as the
sensations I was feeling made me feel the need to stop her.
With
them both pinning me down, I had little control over how long she fucked me.
Soon it was over and they both fell asleep holding me. I wondered where my next
adventure would take me.
The End
The Gang-Bang Exposé
Sean
and Ann were in the Editor's outer office, waiting for a meeting and they
didn't know what it entailed. As their newspaper dealt with all kinds of
sleaze, they knew it would be something meaty.
They
started to bet one another, with Sean saying it would be something to do with
the lesbian community, while Ann thought it would be about rape.
In
the event, they both turned out to be wrong. In fact, the Editor wanted
information that they both felt was a waste of their time.
"I
want you to dig up as much dirt as possible concerning celebrity gang-bangs; if
possible get an interview with those that arrange them, I want to know about
the type of people that put themselves through this experience and why."
said the Editor.
"Wait
a second. No one is sure that they exist, besides it's not something that you
can get invited to," replied Ann.
"Well,
let me tell you something, Ann. Real reporters find a way. Now stop complaining
and come up with something good or you're back in advertising."
"But,
sir, this is..." Ann started to protest.
Sean
interrupted, "We'll do our best, sir," he got up and nodded pointedly
at Ann, who got the message and followed him out of the office.
Sean
reassured his new partner. "Don't worry, we can do this."
"You
know why he's doing this, don't you?" Ann complained. "He's pissed
off that I won't sleep with him. This is his way of getting revenge."
"Forget
about him. We can do this."
"Sean,
you know I want this job and that I've been itching to get out of the
advertising department, but gang-bangs? I don't know." Ann shook her head
doubtfully.
"Come
on. I have to make a couple of calls. I have a friend or two that might be able
to help us with this," he said.
She
gaped at him in surprise. "Just exactly what kinds of friends do you
associate with?" she said, following him to his office. Sean didn't
answer.
He
made a few calls, got the information he was looking for, and they left.
"Where
are we going?" asked Ann, not sure she wanted to know.
"A
strip club, known as the 'Bare All,' a friend owns that place and he knows
certain people, who, shall we say travel in seedier circles than most,"
said Sean, confident that he had their first lead.
Soon
they were pulling up outside the strip club. Ann scanned the building,
expecting the worst and finding it. It was a dump. It had the kind of customers
who had beer stains on their shirts. Before they even entered, Ann could smell
the vomit someone had deposited outside on the pavement, making her even more
reluctant to enter.
Sean
tugged her by the elbow, and against her better
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