It's ladies' night out and I am almost ready to shimmy and shake.  I invite the girls over so we can get dolled up together.  The gathering is nothing short of the pillow fight at the slumber party all men dream about.  

Blake, ohhhh heavenly Blake , makes my knees quiver in her skinny black jeans that accentuate her model like figure perfectly.  Her cowboy boots put us nose to nose, or better yet lip to lip, and her billowing white top shows just the right amount of cleavage.  

Leyla is a vision unrivaled.  I might like to have her to myself.  Leyla is wearing something much less modest.  She is clad in a silver micro-mini accompanied by a matching top and strappy Manolo's.  Her stems are the best I have seen yet, even better than my own and that's saying alot.  

I am wearing a coral strapless mini-dress and nude shoes to intensify the effect.  My legs are already over 36 inches long (inseam only).  My dark brown hair flows freely down my back.  You can't miss me.  It's time to rock and roll ladies!  

When we arrive, the lights are already flashing sporadically with the drum of the music.  The club is almost at capacity but when we make our way to the middle of the dance floor the crowd opens for us.  All heads turn our way.  Man and woman alike.  In that moment things take a turn for the better, well my better anyway.  

I feast my eyes on you.  My heart quickens when I see the action you promise.  Besides 3's a crowd anyway.  You have tattoos  around your neck and down your right arm.  I am sure there are many more that I will see later.  

You are smiling devilishly.  Your arms crossed at your chest.  Your demeanor is one of military charge.  I definitely could not take you home to meet my prudish well-bred southern mother.  Oh, definitely not.  Maybe that is what draws me to you.  

I speed quickly through the dance floor in your direction.  I grab your hand and maneuver you into position on a cushioned bar chair behind a table and back against the wall.  I would like the table to be a bit bigger but hey, I am anything but shy.  

I immediately disappear under the table.  I go straight to work parting your legs and unzipping your pants.  Thank goodness for zippers, much quicker than buttons.  I pull out your cock and you are hard as a steel bat.  Me likeeee, I think to myself.  

I take you in my already lubricated mouth completely.  I can feel you beating against the back of my throat.  The excitement increases my my spit.  I suck using only the back of my throat, my favorite technique, as long as I can take it.  I use my teeth gently then cover them making my way slowly up and down your rod.  

It is obvious to you I have done this before.  You aren't sure if I have done this under a small bar table but the rest you are sure of.  I use my hands at the base of your shaft making sure I don't miss a beat.  I can feel you squirm when I massage on your head with my tongue, twirling in slow circles and taking a moment every now and then to munch on your mushroom.  

I reach down in your pants and massage your full balls.  They are full of cum and I think briefly of how tasty it would be to suck on them.  That will have to happen later.  Your position makes it difficult to get to them and beggars cant be choosers at this point.  

I beginning using my hands and mouth and quicken my pace moving up and down and even around.  Then I spread your legs and use only my mouth....quicker and quicker.  I feel you tightening and then you erupt.  I take it all in one big gulp.  I don't miss a drop.  I can't have you leaving the club with stains all over you now can I?    

Ooooops!  Someone is tapping on my back.  I come up for air for the first time to the incredulous look of a waitress.  I cannot help but laugh out loud.  Through my laughter I do manage an apology.  I grab your hand and pull you out the back door.  I think we need a bed for the rest of the evening!

...and that photo takes the cake!

How the hell am I suppose to work now?

I LOVE reading that erotic literature! xoxo