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Shirly had told me the good money came from letting guys fuck you, but you had to be really careful and, frankly, have an arrangement with the bouncer - sometimes sex, but usually just money. I didn't think I wanted to do that and let the idea pass. There was this one guy, I'll call him Pete, who'd been there often. Obviously married if you looked at his finger. I would rub Pete's cock with my hand thru his pants and even let his fingers inside my thong. I was actually enjoying it as much as he was. I'd get really wet and lately his fingers didn't just play on the outside of my pussy. I learned that guys loved it if you reached into their pants and played with their bare cocks; sometimes they would come on my fingers and I would have to wipe them off on their undershirts. It had been a while since I'd seen him and I looked forward to trying that on him the next time he danced with me. But lo and behold, he had a condom on! "I use it to keep my clothes clean," he said. "You're masturbating so prepared!" I chuckled. But he wasn't prepared for the thought that came over me! Suddenly, I wanted him even if it got me fired - I hadn't blonde made that arrangement with the bouncer. I supposed I could take care of that later. "Do you want to fuck me?" He was surprised, but said, "OK, that would be unreal." I made up a price, $100. I turned around, facing away - a good laptop position - and sat on his legs. Fortunately, the bouncer had stepped away. "Take it out for me," and I felt him working the zipper and the waistband of his jockeys. When I was sure nobody was looking, I reached between my legs pulled my thong aside and pulled his cock into position. If felt great sliding in - you get kinda tired of almost getting there all night even if you do appreciate the limits - but the limits were out the window this time. I continued the lap dance motions with him inside me for a couple of songs until we were both moaning pussy quietly and I could tell he was cumming. When he finally popped out, I adjusted the thong and turned around. The condom was full. I slid it off, tied a knot, slid it into my purse wrapped in a kleenex and helped him zip up. I bought a burner phone and the next time he came in I gave him my number. "Let me know if you, you know, mature want to get together somewhere else." A couple weeks later there was a text; his wife was away and could I come over. I dressed real sexy but wore a long overcoat so I wouldn't be too obvious as I walked into his apartment building and up the stairs. A couple feet inside the door we started kissing passionately - we'd never really kissed at the club - and simultaneously undressed each other, leaving a pile of clothes right there. He had his hand in my pussy and I was rubbing his cock as our four-legged monster waddled over to the sofa. He pushed me down on the seat and knelt. "I want to eat you." I wasn't sure that was a good idea but i let him, and soon my pornstar orgasm came. I was getting crazy, i know, but I muttered, "You can fuck me bare this time," and he did! I'd swear a whole lot more came out of him than in that condom, because when I traded places with him and knelt to give him a restoration BJ, a big glob ran down my leg. We fucked 3 times before I went home - the last time I needed help from KY - and he handed me $300 without my even having set a price. We continued meeting in more private locations, and I will say, he knew how to please a girl. He always made sure I came. The cutest one, Karen, stuck her hand out to me, smiled, and said, “Hi Connor. Slowly I pussy remove my hand from the wall that I was using to stand fairly upright and felt the trickle on the back of my legs; it was cool and sticky. “Why did you do this to me?” Her mind was rapidly trying to find a way out of her predicament. Little less crowded than the concessions stands in the main lobby...” Favorite toys, blonde old art projects and even some articles of clothing were kept therein. Ashley walked across the all and knocked twice on the bathroom door. “I promise you that you’ll have a fantastic party; one that you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” Ryan replied. I got out of bed and got dressed, but Momo didn’t move. Like Greta and Nathalie's, it was a half-breastplate, cut low to show off her midnight-black tits, her dark flesh at odds with her radiance. Why was she raising her arms to bask in the favor of these debased revelers? The waitress returned to take their orders while Bobbi was still posed for pornstar David’s benefit. When I started shaking and jerking Geek 2 jumped back wondering what the hell was going on. I closed my eyes. “Yes it is.” He turned and looked at me, the desire clearly visible on his face. mature When they chase each other, their 36C breasts bounce and jiggle to the point of almost escaping their bikini tops. ‘Yeah, that’d be great!’ masturbating “Kurt shared at least another dozen girlfriends with me in search for that perfect girl. The bump at the top of my slit that gets bigger as I get turned on?” When Susanna smacked her and told her she could walk or crawl. drove me wild. She looked like a senior. His whiskers deliciously tickled the insides of my butt cheeks as I stroked my cock ever so vigorously. This was a terrific idea I felt. That life ended the day I’d arrived at Liberty Mountain. She rapped on the door, and he opened it to a sense of wonder at her appearance, like he had just won some kind of first prize in a sex sweepstakes and then was stunned to realize that this sexy vision of loveliness was actually his Jennie. I shuddered as Mr. Coburn was on me in a flash.