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MnJTX
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Kilgore, Texas, US
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Happy Hour Chapter 5
Touching and caressing each other, we had slipped into dreamland. Now late afternoon light pours through the windows. A tap, tap, tapping on the door, insistent, has roused a few of us from our slumber. Our singer rises to go to the door, extracting himself from the tangle of bodies. He crosses the room with a glance back and a wink. He opens the door, blocking the entrance with his arm but the red headed sweetheart ducks and enters.
Our baby girl stops short as she looks at the sprawl of naked friends in the floor. “They don’t have any clothes on.” Turning, she stops again. “Neither do you.”
The singer says with his hand still on the door handle, “You can still leave. You don’t have to stay.”
“I’ll stay.”
He locks the door. “Good,” with a flourish he pounces on her, “then this comes off.” His eyes are locked with hers. Though we are only watching, we know that if she objects he will stop. She doesn’t.
Soon her top and her shorts have gone by the wayside. Her knickers and bra quickly follow under his deft hands. She starts to speak but he stills her mouth with his. Devouring her lips, his hands cover her breasts. We all hear her gasp; see her shudder as he takes control of her body.
He picks her up, hands around her waist and carries her to the bar, just a few steps from us. Perching her on a bar stool, he pins her back against the bar, forcing her back to arch and presenting up thrust breasts for us to view. The men have moved in closer around the women, hands coming forward to caress and fondle us as we watch the scene unfold. Soft sighs and moans fill the room.
The singers hands slide down her arms and our English rose breaks away from her men to drape a scarf around our singer’s neck. His gaze finds the rose’s for a moment in thanks as she falls back into the eager grasp of the wanderer and the shadowy figure. His lips fall to the red head’s neck. With one hand holding her arms, he slips the scarf around her wrists and ties them.
She strains for a second against her ties. The singer pulls back, watching. Her eyes fly open and she cries out, “No…don’t….stop.” He pulls back further ready to release her. But she moans, “I need you.”
His wicked grin is her only answer as he brings his lips back to ravish her nipples. Tugging with mouth and grazing them with his teeth until she cries out in ecstasy. His hand dips between her legs bringing her to a peak. We watch breathlessly. He raises his hand. We can see the glisten of her wetness on his fingers as he pushes between her legs.
He dominates her, driving harder, deeper, faster, her hips rising to meet each thrust. Beneath her the bar stool begins to tip. His arms loop around her waist as the stool tumbles down. Her legs grip his waist. She gasps. He steps forward. As her orgasm rocks them both, she moans and arches over the bar, rolling her hips against his.
They pause. He leans across her kissing her neck and releasing her ties. She straightens and then looks around at their audience.
The singer bows and presents her to the group. “For your pleasure.” He winks.
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| October 26, 2010, 16:36 |
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Re: Happy Hour Chapter 5
Would just like to say I have no words, but am feeling quite warm now!
Grateful thanks to my special Ghost Writer for this one xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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| October 26, 2010, 16:55 |
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freensleazy
52 / male
Buffalo, New York, US
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Re: Happy Hour Chapter 5
From a guy's perspective, that singer dude is a lucky guy
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| October 26, 2010, 17:41 |
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Re: Happy Hour Chapter 5
Very nice Jen!
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| October 26, 2010, 17:54 |
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Re: Happy Hour Chapter 5
mmmmm this is great story jen makes my imajination go wild that singer was verry lucky 
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| October 27, 2010, 02:56 |
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